How time flies. It’s been almost 3 months since we got married – no one is dead yet, kidding. Getting into the routine of things took us some time. Well, we know that it isn’t going to be easy, but we also know that it won’t be that hard either. Just take some getting used to (at least, that’s what we tell each other all the time).
Things like, the doubling pile of laundry, the constant yakking coming from me about leaving hair/dust on the wet toilet floor and the wet sink (I still don’t get it!). These are just some of it. Also – Luq freaked out at how OCD I am about our room – just our room. There was once, I looked conflicted before leaving our room and he asked why. So I said, “the dresser is really messy… you didn’t place your ring box properly”. I guess you still learn new things about your partner every day.
Didn’t we have a great time in San Francisco and Maui?! It was such a great adventure – not quite our first, but still… It took us months to decide on where to go for our honeymoon. I lost count of the number of times we changed our honeymoon destinations – more than 5 times maybe?! It was Luq who suggested Hawaii and I went, “why not?!”
Seeing that both of us are not exactly your favourite beach people, we decided to add a city destination into the mix. Initially, I wanted to go to NYC but Luq’s been there before, hence, we thought San Francisco wouldn’t be such a bad idea – a city and beach escape – just our kind of holiday!
The only wifey thing I’ve done thus far was to unwrap a fillet-o-fish for my husband to eat while he was driving. 1o points for me, surely.
Days leading to the big day was manic. I was still running errands the day before my wedding – only got to sleep past 2 am. And everything that could have gone wrong on the wedding day, did go wrong. I kid you not. First of many things would be, there wasn’t a chair at my dais – were you expecting me to sit on the stage with my mega-ass long train? Second, the Tok Kadi was 15 mins late for our solemnization – and, everyone else just had to be early on that very day. Well, those were just two of the many things… but heck it, we had a fantastic good time despite all that.
Obviously, that wasn’t me. Nope, not guilty.
I had a fantastic time with my girls last night. I knew there was going to be a dinner and a sash (because I asked for it, some things you need to be very clear about), but a bridal shower!!! Hehe, I was over the moon last night.
So… I got to be a blonde with short bob and bangs. My goodness, those are the three things I’ve been secretly wanting to have. I looked like the crazy bride from Mean Girls (you know the one Lindsay Lohan dressed as for Halloween). I had to eat, drink and walk around Arab Street looking like a drag queen as quoted by my brother. I don’t remember when was the last time I did something quite outrageously like that. Even a cat was totally judging my scene.
Nothing much has changed. A lot has happened though, but nothing’s changed. I’m still with Luqman and getting married. Let’s see, work is getting crazier. Ok, people warned me about working in an agency, but me being me, I just needed to see it for myself – how’s that looking for ya? Last week, I overtime-d (rarely happened, ever) for two consecutive days. I even skipped lunch so that I could finish up my work. Is that worth it? NO, HELL NO. I don’t mind putting that extra hours at work occasionally, but not gonna make it a thing. Life’s too short to be serious. Dear future kids, if you happen to read this, this does not apply to you. Love, mumma
Moving on, Luq and I spent the weekend painting our room. We were pretty prepared for it. We went shopping for paint the weekend before and picked the colour in less than 10 minutes – I’m getting better at making decisions. While painting halfway, I was this close to hire some construction workers who were having their lunch break to finish painting our room. It was so tiring. Of course, Luq did the major paint jobs but still, climbing up and down the ladder and at the same time battling the mother of heat was not an easy feat! We only finished past midnight (we started at 10 am, mind you) and gotta treat ourselves to (super) late night ice cream afterwards. Painting never again.
We’re at the mid-point of Ramadhan. Truthfully speaking, I looked forward to this holy month. Something about it gives me a sense of serendipity. Never mind the rush to break fast at home (the hustling is real in MRT), I find the greatest joy to break fast with my families. Luq and I made a point to break fast at each other’s house regularly– we do it alternately. Also, we realised that we managed to save quite a bit on our expenses too! How not to? We’re always heading to the mosque after break fast and knocking out after prayers. I’m telling ya, it’s cardio (and meditation, of course!).
Last Sunday, we broke our fast together with Luq’s mum and dad outside. My goodness, that reminded me why I don’t fancy doing that too often. Honestly, I’m quite a pest without food. You should stay clear of me during the last hour of fast. My parents who are very well-acquainted with my hunger pangs would leave me alone and won’t really push me to help out unless I offer. But of course, after break fast I would help with the cleaning. See, the power of food. There was once my mum commented how I was such a princess not helping to prepare the table. She got the silent treatment at dinner table. My dad, the mediator tried to appease me. Didn’t work until after terawih prayers. Don’t take offense if I flip out on you that last hour of fast! This is something that I need to change soon, especially when I have kids of my own. I can’t possibly not prepare the table because I have a troop of hungry people depending on me. Such a responsibility.