~~ This is where we used to live ~~
~~ We rented an apartment unit on the 9th floor of Block 5 ~~
~~ These were how the inside of our unit looked like ~~
~~ These were views from our balcony ~~
~~ These were views from the stairs ~~
We had many memories during the 3 years we stayed there. Some are good, some are bittersweet. All shall remain in our hearts.
First of all, a zillion thanks to Rina for remembering and presenting me with Beautiful Blogger Award. Beautiful ke huhu? Together with it, there is an assignment that needs to be done in order for me to claim the award. I need to write 7 things about myself that most of you don’t know. Let me think what can be shared with everyone…so, here goes my list:
1. I am left-handed. Kita geng ye Rina - high five! Since I was a little girl, I never thought that I was different from the majority of people out there. Until one fine day when I was about 7 or 8 years old, I looked at a picture of me and a few cousins eating laksa. There was something odd with the picture. I was holding the spoon with my left hand whereas everybody else was holding their spoons with their right hands. I knew then that I was kinda special. It’s a gift from Allah. Until to this day, my left hand is the dominant one. There is one exception, though; I use my right hand when I write on a blackboard or any kind of board. How weird is that, go figure!
2. I was raised by my maternal grandparents. The story was my mother is the eldest and the only daughter that Mak & Bapak have. When my mother got married, they “lost” their only daughter. So, when I was born (I am the first grandchild), they took me and raised me as if I am their daughter. I was the apple of their eyes. I am also close with my mother’s brothers (my uncles). Those are the good outcomes. There are also the bad sides of it. In my childhood, I was not close with my siblings and I was forever jealous of them. Moreover, I thought my parents didn’t love me that they gave me up. Now, I know the story behind what transpired and I know they love me dearly :). When I was 10 years old, Mak was down with a mild stroke and my parents & siblings came live with us. Thus, my family ties were mended. The one important lesson I learned is that I would never separate my children. Whatever happens in future (God forbid); I wish them to be placed at one place TOGETHER not separated sorang sini, sorang sana – NO NO!
3. I take time to warm up to people. Actually, I used to be a very shy person to the extend that I would rather be lost than ask for direction. To make matters worse, my facial expression (raut wajah) is an unfriendly one. People’s first impression of me is I’m snobbish (muka sombong). Even among relatives I was known as the unapproachable girl. I opened up a bit when I met Che Anis in Form 4. She was the person who is responsible for changing me into a more talkative and easy going girl. I am forever indebted to her. In case you’re reading this entry, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
4. Since I was a little girl, I consider myself to be lucky. Alhamdulillah, most of my dreams and wishes came true. Allah Maha Adil. He gives some, He takes some. When it comes to career, however, lady luck took a wrong turn. Believe it or not, for the 10++ years of working, my salary never touch RM2000 bar. My first job’s salary was underpaid, so, it was difficult to raise the bar from there. Moreover, I almost always fail in interviews. I know I can do the works but I don’t know how to sell myself. That’s my main weakness in securing high paid jobs. That was all in the past now that I’m a happily stay-at-home-mother. Still, I’m a bit terkilan because after all the hardships of obtaining a degree (from oversea lagi tu!), I’d never merasa bergaji besar. Hubby always reminds me of this fact. I know he wants me to work and his reason is in case anything happen to him I’d have something to fall back on.
Wow, this is gonna be one looong entry. Where was I…at number 5.
5. In my university days, I traveled a lot. Whenever I got a chance, I’d be on the road to a new destination. In fact, I was never at home most of semester breaks. Even on short holidays, I’d make plans to go somewhere. Ermayum can vouch for this eh (she was my housemate in university). One of my BFF, Zaidah, gave me a nickname for traveling here and there – Marco Polo. My destinations were not only limited in the states of America but also include Canada and Mexico. My rationale was that I never know whether I’d be going back to US, so might as well take all the opportunities to explore and see new places and things. There were millions of memories and adventures I went through in the course of 2 and half years I lived in the States. I’m glad I did what I did because it really was an eye opener for me.
6. Hubby and I was match made. It was quite an interesting story actually. I’ve written an entry about this and you can refer here for in depth accounts. Long story short, we were engaged 3 weeks after we first laid eyes on each other (first met on Mar 6 & got engaged on Apr 1) and were married after 3 months of engagement (engaged on Apr 1 & got married on Jun 30). Alhamdulillah, we’ve reached our 1 decade milestone last June.
7. Last but not least, I'm loyal, very detailed person and a bit skema. Oh, don't mess with me because I'm an easy to forgive but not fast to forget kinda person. I treasure friendships and love spending time among family.
Well, that's all folks. Thank goodness, the assignment only requires me to write 7 things if not I would take forever to finish it.
Oh dear! Am I really 36? Wait a sec, is it 36 or 26? Hahahaha, denial mode yeah!
It doesn’t matter 16, 26 or 36, age is just a number to me. If you’re 16 but act like 26, you’d be older than your real age. If you’re 36 but act like 16, then you’d be childish. Age is always going to increase each year but how you act show the inner you. Just be true to yourself and you’d be wiser. There’s nothing wrong in being young at heart but at the same time grow old gracefully.
“Ya Allah, kupanjatkan kesyukuran kerana memberi ku peluang untuk terus bernafas di bumi Mu ini. Kurniakanlah kebahagiaan dunia & akhirat kepada ku. Teguhkanlah akidahku & berkatilah hidupku. Jadikan diriku manusia yang sentiasa mensyukuri nikmatMu. Permudahkanlah segala urusanku & ampunkan dosa-dosaku yang tak terhitung banyaknya. Amin”
A decade of being together
A decade of married life with ups and downs
A wish to be together forever till death do us part
A blessed life with 3 most treasured gifts from Allah
~ Kat masjid ni la kami dinikahkan 10 tahun lepas ~
A decade ago, dear Hubby, we were married with lafaz akad & nikah. I wouldn’t trade anything that has happened in the past 10 years for anything else in this world. May Allah bind our jodoh forever and bless our life with happiness.
This is it! The day finally arrived. I woke up early in the morning as it would take some time to get ready for the big ceremony. The akad nikah ceremony would be carry out in the morning around 10am at Masjid Rafeah, Taman Uda attended by family members from both bride and groom sides. I wore a modern cream colored lacy baju kurung with gold organza selendang and put on a very minimal make up.
30th June 2001 will be forever etched in my mind because on that day at exactly 10.02am I became somebody’s wife. Tears welled up in my eyes as the Imam pronounced the akad nikah is sah. It symbolizes the dawn of a new chapter in my life. After this I would be known first and foremost as Mr. F’s wife not as my father’s daughter anymore. It was as if there was a gap suddenly exists between me and my family. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still my parents’ daughter and always will but it just would not be the same anymore. Do you guys get what I’m trying to say? Oh well, maybe the emotions were playing tricks on me and got me all messed up.
On the other hand, I’d also get a whole new family. Both my in laws came from big families (father in law – 12 siblings, mother in law – 11 siblings + 5 half siblings). Imagine the countless names and faces that I would have to know and remember…I survived yea!!
After recital of doa ended, Mr. F slipped a diamond ring onto my finger and handed me the mas kahwin which was neatly arranged in an album. Then, he kissed my forehead after I salam his hand.
ps: to be continued in The Wedding (Bride)
