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Sunday, September 16, 2007

Here i am blogging, when its like 15min away from buka. lolz. No biggie though. I managed to "curi-curi" makan at Love's car just now. Yupz.. Blue days started 2 days ago. Blehz.


Im happy that i managed to terawih the very first night. I was kinda emotional that time while terawih. Couldnt help but think of this ramadhan as the last ramadhan before i become a married woman (insya allah). It is a different feeling, seriously. The thought of my sibilings and my parents, especially my dad, our time spent together. Thinking of all that, those memories i had with them, i started crying. Cried, for the whole 23 rakaat. And i know i havent done enough of my part as their daughter. And i know that even for the whole of my lifetime, my deeds to them are nothing compared to their's.


May I be bless with many opportunities to be the dutiful daughter. Insya allah.
:)


My dad..... he is sweet in an irritating way.
Its difficult for him to tell me that he needs me.
I never come to realise how much he needs me, until Love pointed out the fact that my dad rather wait for me to come home and cook/pack his food/iron his clothes and be late for work.


And its true.
Just now i came back ard 5ish from JB trip to book for our bridal photoshoot, and he was giving me the most masam face, and refused to talk to me. So i went to my mother and asked why. And she said that the reason my dad was in a foul mood the whole afternoon, was because he was worried that nobody will be preparing his food and drinks to bring to work later that night. Haha.


Ooooh, talking bout photoshoot.. Me and Love agreed on having more of a malay-ish photoshoot, coz we are suckers for nice, bling2, super colourful and grand malay outfits. Those chinot photoshoot, where mostly are white plain gowns and their other culture's outfits(especially malay baju) which are usually super ugly are just unappealingly dull and waste of money. Not worth it to us. Aniways,just now, we were so enthusiastic on putting downpayment for our photoshoot, but when we were browsing through the calendar book to check on the dates available to do so, we found out that we just have to postpone the booking. And the reason was, we were tooooooooooo early lah. The dates are only up to end of this year. And we wanted to book for next year already. Cheh. Semangat giler lah kite dua. *grinz*


There are so many things to book and apply for seh.
We've yet to book/apply for
1) the kadi
2) the pre-marriage guidance course (kursus rumahtangga)
3) the bridal photoshoot
4) the honeymoon (well, for the short one first)
5) the wedding outfits



so many things to be done.
goshhh!

writtern @6:45 PM