Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

How to give your sayang that surprise 5 minutes show ...

[Note: This is a reminisce post on OttersBigDay. Or #Throwback moment, if you will...]

And to quote Mr Benjamin Mee (Matt Damon) in the movie We Bought A Zoo: "You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it."


How to give your sayang that surprise 5 minutes show:
1. Prepare mentally in advance the song you plan to sing.
2. Learn the chords and forget flourish, focus on the majors.
3. Practice. And memorize the lyrics.
4. Make sure the manicurist clip your nails short but pretty on the left hand. Long nails prevent grip.
5. Inform the Band discreetly to prepare an acoustic guitar in advance but keep it out of sight.
6. Don't let your partner know about it.
7. On D-Day, you can still back out if you feel like it. But try not to think too much about stage fright.
8. Find an opportunity for your show. And let the MC in on it.
9. Throw caution to the wind, go on stage and just do your thing the way you practiced it.
10. Remember, all you need is that 20 seconds of insane courage... and a lifetime of NOT Regretting You Didnt Do It.

And so I did! I really didn't care if I didn't know how to sing, didn't have a good voice, blew the chords all over the place, stepped on my gown, made a fool of myself... because the whole time Matt Damon was in my mind giving me that silent encouragement.

And now I shall tell my unborn baby (at press time) how the daddy was invited on stage to hold my phone with the Googled lyrics because mommy was a little overwhelmed to be alone on stage. Love!

Ok Happy Wednesday Everybody!! 

P/s: By the way, the song was 'It's Your Love' originally sang by She Moves. I'd like to believe I did the Tim McGraw version though.  Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AJ4i4S_fP8

Monday, December 16, 2013

News Update from The Wedding Bureau: COFFEE GIRL JUST GOT HITCHED!

... TO A MOST WONDERFUL DELIGHTFUL AFFECTIONATE BLESSED CHARMING MAN on 14 Dec 2013! 

 Walking down the aisle in daddy's arm...

Ok that was two days ago. Forgive the remiss. Yours truly had been real busy getting herself properly wedded. Only able to get hold of this laptop and recounting the extraordinary journey right now, in BALI nonetheless, on my ehem… honeymoon.

And hey, I am that word called WIFE now! That’s a promotion of the highest order in a girl’s life. Not to belong to someone, but to have found her soul mate and begin a wonderful journey together. It’s been really amazing. How I got myself into this position right now is beyond me. Only by the grace of God. 

Two rings to unite them all...

This is one of those times when saying it is just not good enough. It has to be shouted and proclaimed out loud because it deserves the special mention. After the surprise proposal in July (which you can read here), the proper official engagement in September (and here), and the following months of preparation plus countdown (and here and here), it comes down to this one memorable day in December:  THE OTTERS BIG DAY.

It’s so amazing it’s unbelievable. Have not been able to stop smiling despite been standing on 4.5inch heels all day, all night and then going a few rounds. And still standing! I must respect all brides before me. You think it was easy, and now you know. The extra inches helped to raise the confidence a bit but it didn’t matter after all because the groom is tall and it’s only fitting. But not complaining right here.  The little pain is nothing compared to the joy. It didn’t just tip the scale, it tumbled it!

The extra inches...

At some point, you forget all the exhaustion, the anxiety, the butterflies in the stomach, and just focus on making miracles and hoping for the best. And the smiles just came on naturally. We kinda just winged and well swung it, you know, like the saying goes, doing our best and letting the rest takes care of itself.
But you should have seen my groom. If the bride was radiant, then he was beaming! He’s never looked more handsome. My pillar of strength. My soul mate. My significant otter. My husband.
 
The signing ceremony. We just realised that the smile never left his face...

Oh don’t you roll your eyes at me, my lovelies. Haha! Allow me this moment right here right now because this does not happen to a girl every day and no matter what you say I will insist on writing too-sweet-till-your-tooth-ache posts like this. ^^

The whole journey including (and most of all) the preparations has been truly remarkable. A one of a kind adventure really.  Our respective families have been really supportive and fabulous too. I must say that couples who co-fund their own wedding made a lot of decision-making fairly easy because parents don't get in the way too much, although we try to compromise wherever we can to please both parties and listen to elderly advice as often as we can. Happy parents make happy future newlyweds, yes?

By the way, I’m not going to apologize because we didn’t serve liquor that night at the reception. I believe you don’t really need alcohol to have fun. Sober fun is real fun, right? But that's just me. Nevertheless I thank you that all of our friends and families in attendance were perfectly sporting. You guys rock!

Appreciation door gifts... Left for morning, right for evening...

Even the band was awesome! I actually found them via a friend who posted in FB pics of them performing. I went around asking and got the manager's number, and the rest is well, country history. They sang all my favorite songs (ones which I helped pick beforehand of course). It has always been a dream to have Alan Jackson sing at my wedding... and this was close to perfect. (p/s: If you want the contacts, buzz me...)

Country band, The Hybrid. Mr Paka, now a good friend, on the keyboard..

Oh did you hear about the surprise? I had a hard time deciding whether I should or not, and where I should do it… in church or during the reception. I almost bailed out because that was one heck of a reception dress I was wearing… heavy, real pretty, with a long train that made walking around nearly impossible. But after requesting the Live Band to prepare an acoustic guitar for me days beforehand, I just had to you know, make use of it. And after a split second decision, I texted the MC. Am not a professional guitarist, I only play in church, real stage-shy, and my voice is shaky at best… but I just gotta do it. There wasn’t a better time than the one currently presented to me. If I didn’t, I would forever regret it.

And so, for vanity's sake … Voila! 

Le groom... one hand holding digital lyrics, the other on his own phone...

I know it was never done. So yeah, that felt really good! I knew the Groom were especially astounded! Asking him to help me hold the lyrics on the phone was just a ploy to keep him standing next to me so I can have both moral support and well… in case I get too nervous and forget the lyrics. 

Most brides were afraid they might trip on their dresses while walking down the aisle. Me… I was so afraid I was going to cry during the solemnization ceremony because I know my parents were. If I were a parent, I would be crying too. And that would totally ruin my carefully applied makeup. But thank God I didn’t, although it was a real challenge not to.

 My playful flowergirls Lil Yaya (standing) and Lil Maemae on rehearsal night...

Even when my 6 year-old flowergirl, little Maemae kept staring at me adoringly when she thought I wasn’t watching, I could feel slow tears pricking my eyes. You know what she did? After the ceremony, she told her mom that after this I won’t be coming home again, and then she ran home to hide and cry. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with her. The little girl has so much love in her it just broke me up to realise how deeply she begins to understand life.

I supposed in life, you just have to lose some and win some. But never compromise where love is concerned. 

The official appearance at last... See who's beaming the most?

So that’s it for now all you lovely followers and silent readers!  I am so glad you all have been there for me virtually through thick and thin, and because Blogging is what sparked this romance in the first place. You do realise I’m sharing all this personal special details because I sayang you all right?
 
Tell you more about my preparation, bridal of choice, crucial wedding tips and the Bali adventure when I come back. Until then, hold that thought!

Lots of love,
No more a singular Coffee Girl.

Friday, December 13, 2013

And Here’s to the Final Countdown!

Well, how do you like counting down so far?

 
Getting dolled up for the prewedding shoot...
I have every intention to do a final countdown with this entry, but hey, I think I’ve hit the wall and now my writer’s mind is going on a silent strike. Blocked, is what it is. Or perhaps I’m just too many emotions all in one that I cannot simply put words into phrases without making one emotion less important than the other. Because they are all, of course, significant. 

 Timeless journey...

Nevertheless, cheer me on lovelies. Because with or without coffee and whether it will make sense or not, I will finish this entry.

In less than 24 hours and I will embark on the biggest most meaningful journey of my life. Some people waited a lifetime; some had this moment handed over to them. I, on the other hand, is about to cross that bridge because it’s finally here. And then, you will also have the pleasure to see me burn that bridge down. 

You see, a lot of people didn’t expect me to get married. In fact, even I did not expect me to get married! So the fact that it is happening is well… a little dreamy. A tad unrealistic but not altogether impossible. Hey, not owing anybody any explanation for that one. Right now I am merely accepting and embracing this little knowledge that soon I will have a permanent golden band to wear. 

 
 A vow made in front of God and men...

Who would’ve thought this day would arrive? I didn’t. But I sure do love the surprise it brings. So there’s hope. There’s always hope for a gift of life and love. 

The old saying is true. When you don’t look for it, that’s when it will find you. I was walking through one heck of self-destructive road when my future came along and handed me caramel macchiato, and I never looked back ever since.
The Bestman and the Maid Of Honour tool of choice ...
Oh I could write a whole novel about that. But I won’t because it won’t be a complete book.

And now it is time to bury the hatchet, lay down some stubborn ghosts to rest, torch the bridge, close the book, and sign off for the last time as ME-the single woman. 

 Reliving that perfect coffee moment where it all began...

I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that very much.

So you have fun! I’m gonna go and get myself hitched now! 

NOTE: Will return to post more after the honeymoon trip right after the function. Wheeeee!

COUNTDOWN TO THE BIG DAY - Part 3 and The Final!

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Daddy had a shotgun ...

... and that was probably the reason you didn't see many young men cluttering the house at any one time or another although he had 5 eligible daughters then.

I'm kidding … about the boys, but not the gun. The game were aplenty in those days, back when some of them weren’t protected species. Squirrels, wild boars, foxes, eagles, lynxes, monitor lizards, pythons, and many more wild game have felt the wrath of the shotgun. Father was a great hunter, still is, although he has retired from the sport for years now. These days the shotgun gets rusty from lack of attention, although not broken but is now kept safe somewhere in his treasure trove. 

 
 Back in the 80s... Off hunting. Simunjan.

Oh don’t worry. He has a license for that gun. 

But truthfully, he didn’t need a gun to hold off those boys. He is ever the gentleman but there’s something about him that demands a quiet respect. With just one straight look in the eye and a silent composure, any faint-hearted boy would go speechless. I have seen that happened before and well, it was kind of funny really. My sister’s boyfriend didn’t stand a chance. Ha.

Father is a gifted writer. In fact – and I hope I am not bragging – I inherited my writing flair from him. I believe those two times I won the public essay competition awards back in my studying days, he was secretly pleased. I do still hope that. Now, IF ONLY DADDY HAD A BLOG, that would definitely be stuffs the publishers would die to get their hands on. 

*Yes I initially wanted to write about “If daddy had a blog”, but then again I had no idea of an introduction … nevertheless, I’m getting there now.*

Did I tell you he once had his writing published in a book? The book was a compilation of tall stories, myths and legends surrounding the Bidayuh community. Written in English, and published by the Swallow Publication (if I remember correctly). I read the book when I was 10. Dad's story was entitled "The Man From The Seven Hills." A story about a boy who went to hide on the seven hills, besieged by his father's murderer, grew up and trained alone, kept a bamboo whistle to scare his enemies, and eventually avenged his father's murder. It was a little dark but it was a brilliant story nevertheless. 

On the other hand, he can be really unpredictable. Like that day when I brought this young man – who is now my fiancé -- home for the first time, I intercepted him on his way out the door and whispered “Daddy, that’s my boyfriend.” It was an in-your-face no-holds-barred no-time-to-rethink devil-may-care kind of ‘Surprise!’ moment because I didn’t know how else to tell him. Then I braced for that fact to sink in. 

Less than 5 seconds and the surprise were actually on me! He didn’t blink an eye, but went straight to the guy. Father shook his hand with a laugh and said “Hello.” In my head, I went, “Wait dad, you’re not going to subject him to at least 5 must-answer-correctly subjective questions?” But in my heart, the whisper was a soft “Thank you Lord that THAT went well.”

And charming? Oh yes, father can be really sweet and indulging when he wants to. To his wife, to his children, to his relatives, to his friends and acquaintances, to his students, to his congregations. Was he ever strict? When the situation calls for it. Especially in bringing up his children, and where the Word of God is concerned.

Uneasily swayed? Well to put it simply, father is a man of principle. When he says No, it’s a No until the end. Humble? This man will never brag about his achievement. You would only hear them from other people. He prefers the company of the underdogs than those in high places. Conventional? ... is waaaay better than modern dads these days. Father most of the time spared the child and spoiled the rod.

Faithful? Oh yes. His holy union to mother has now lasted three generations. How did they do it? My observation says it’s thanks to mutual respect and love, sharing the burden, no secrets, keeping the sacredness of the marriage behind closed doors, and the belief that the couple who pray together stay together. A blessed union until the end.

The parents. Sharing this personal pic of vintage love everlasting...

It’s the same kind of relationship I desire for myself and my future husband, and one I hope to pass on to my children and their children onwards. Amen.

Father was a teacher by occupation. It paid the bills, put money on the table, and clothed us all. But perhaps that wasn’t his real calling. He left the profession to become a Pastor when I was just 6 years old. There were struggles in the beginning for everybody especially the adults, but eventually we all settled in and settled down back home, where our roots were. His firm belief was the promise of the Word that “My God will supply” and “Your grace is sufficient for me”. 

Well you know his faith and belief actually worked. He put us all through school and a lot more with his Pastor’s wage. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t meager either. It was just enough. He even managed to send me to university and look at where I am today. How awesome is that?

If he were to write an autobiography now, I’d say the main concern he would have is whether he did everything correct and accordingly in his life. I would gladly answer he did a lot of things right. With all his children. Whether or not any of us stray from his teaching onwards would be on our own heads.

Soon I will be the most blessed girl to have my father walk me down the aisle. Just like a mother, a father knows in his heart that the day would come when he would let go of his children one by one. Just as I know in my heart he prayed and continues to pray on every eventful day when he would deliver each of his daughters to the rightful outstretched hand of the young man who would take her home. 

 A firm believer in forehead kisses...

You got to love a man like that. 

He turned 73 this year, but in my eyes he looks like he’s only 55. His hair is slowly turning all gray now too but he is still my pillar of strength. I may not be able to linger around much in his presence once I cleave to my husband, but I will still be his little girl. Even writing this now makes me all emotional. Some love and sacrifices are really priceless and no amount of repayment will ever be enough. 

This one is for you father. I hope I make you proud.

COUNTDOWN TO THE BIG DAY Pt 2
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Next: The untold story ... 
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Coffee Girl, the quarter of a story...

When I started with this blog, I had half of an idea of what I wanted to write about. I barely remember why after filtering many possible names to call myself, I ended up with Coffee Girl.

Half of the truth behind the name was that this isn't the first blog I ever owned. This is the fourth after the rest were opened and shut down and opened and shut down one after another. And with each blog came a different heading, a different theme, a different idea, and a different name. After the bleak repose and the drama that came with it, the storms eventually calmed down. Coffee Girl came, slowly blossoming, and most importantly, stayed.

Of all the names I chose for myself before, this one is the least likely to live up to its name. Truthfully, I love coffee but so does a million other women in this world. Friends and peers of the fairer sex who took a daily dose of caffeine to enable them to look the world in the eye one challenging day after another. None of us can have that exclusivity. If at all, we all have that right.

What's in a name? I don't have a real agenda. But whatever and whoever has touched my life has made it into these pages. Their stories and mine connected, has been turned into words. Sometimes it makes sense. Sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes I write incoherently, but surprisingly some readers get me. Sometimes I take aim and miss and sometimes I shoot straight into the air at nothing for reasons unknown or reasons not made known, or no reason at all.

It's the 5th day of November. This is the last month of my life as a single woman. I've always known someday that this part of my life will unfold and that path will be laid in front of me. Ask me if I am scared. Ask me if I am excited. Ask me if I am ready. There are no well-prepped answers for some of life's greatest mystery. The thing to do is have faith and take the reign and enjoy the ride.

Coffee Girl loves coffee, but lately she has revolted. She used to love writing, but now she hardly updates this blog, and apologizing for every remiss. She used to love country music, but lately she stopped Googling for good new songs. She used to love romance novel, but even the last book she bought a year ago stays untouched. She used to love the outdoor and getting sweaty with nature, but her snickers stopped stepping on mud after trekking back from Kinabalu Summit. Has she changed all that much? Perhaps.

Are those good or bad changes? Coffee Girl sees more of the world now, taking trips outside of her comfort zone, stuffs she thought she'd never do or never had the chance to in the past. She takes more care of herself now too, and caring for another. When it comes to evening things up, the lady wins after all. I mean, doesn't love do crazy things to people sometimes?

Writing a blog was the best decision I ever made. It opened the world for me, and the world open up to me. Who's to say what other good things will come out of this?

I don't know where I am actually going with this entry, but when I started, I had a whiff of an idea that some things need explaining. As I reach this line, I believe that some stuffs shouldn't really be explained. Some things are just bigger than what's right in front of you.

I run by a name, but this name isn't mine. This isn't about coffee. This is about life.


Yours truly,
One of the many true blue Coffee Girls.
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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Here's to all the single ladies ...

Be kind to single people.

Hold that thought. This is going to a long one. I just suddenly developed the need to spill out some confessions, of my own, that is. But perhaps just a word of reminder: the words you will read henceforth will reflect my opinion alone, and not necessarily of others. Although sometimes it does help that they give me some valid points to share here.

You watched my surprised proposal video right? Yes I am right now happily affianced to the loveliest most caring most understanding most loving man on the face of the earth, pardon the superlatives. No kidding. I am just a few months away from getting properly married too, but I'll leave that details for later. But first things first.

Way before I get to this position, I was once single. Alone. But might I add, if it isn't too much to believe, not lonely at all? Here's to all the single ladies out there.

Confession number one: I am a late bloomer *and proud of it*. I seem to be doing or discovering most things a bit late in life. From blooming as a woman (biological stuffs, you know what I mean) to getting a good job that pays well to buying a property to getting hitched... it's like a life pattern. A story of my life really. Not that I'm complaining because I know things are in good hands with the Lord.

When it comes down to it, getting married later in life is not necessarily every sane woman's choice for herself. In fact, I can count on one hand alone just how many past relationships I have, including the  puppy loves but excluding the crushes that the subjects know nothing about. Being focused about other things may have been the main culprits like the pressure to get good grades and good education, or the pressure of pursuing a good career etc.

Google Pic & Courtesy of Dreamfilm.ca

So you see, I have been single -- as in unmarried, but not necessarily unattached throughout that period of time -- for quite a while before this event and my state of being solo has been the talk and grievances (for lack of a better word) of a lot of aunties and relatives including my married friends and acquaintances. Those in the married boat. Those who have kids. Those who look like they constantly need a holiday. Those who are no longer single and available. All those from whom cometh forth constant words of pressure to get into the same boat with them. Well granted, some say it in a much nicer way but still pressure nonetheless.

Which is what I don't get really. Why are they adamant on seeing single people get married?

Weird thing is: Even my parents don't pressure me to get married. Me, and my other two unmarried sisters. If at all, they just continue to love and steady us as we navigate life and life's choices. My dad once said "If I had it my way, I want all my girls to just stay with me." That may sound a little selfish, but trust me, when you look at it from my point of view, it's merely a dad being a father who doesn't want his little girls to grow up and someday potentially leave him to cleave to another man. Hearing him say that just made it easier to choose to stay single longer.

My mom on the other hand, only says -- in not so many words -- "If you want to get married someday, just please choose a good man. You need someone to take care of you after we are gone anyway." How to choose a good man? "Have faith in God that He will provide", she said. Sounds like no clue really, but my mom have always been the wiser one in all things.

Confession number two: I chose to stay unmarried for however long I could. It wasn't because I don't want to get married, or that I prefer to be single, or that no one wants me, or because I don't want anyone, or that no one had proposed or even showed signs of being interested in me, or that I was too career-minded, or that I was being too choosy, or whatever reasons you can come up with. If I were to name of a reason, I would say that it's because I don't feel that it is the right time yet.

Oh I do get that 'pity' look once in a while when other younger cousins or relatives or friends get married and I happened to be invited. I do hear those whispers behind my back sometimes. It gets more annoying as the years passed. Sometimes I choose not to attend to preserve myself from unnecessary pain. I'm human too, of course I get hurt if poked too often.

Come on. There is no rule on earth that says you must get married at a certain age in your life. No rule except the one made and dictated by society. No rule except the one practiced and handed down from generations. If society mandates that you must get married at 20, then what are you if you are still single by the time you reach 30? Old? If that is so, then I am ancient indeed.

If you are ready to marry at 18 even, go ahead. It is your choice or your family's. If you discover love and being proposed to at 40, why not? At 50? Why the heck not? What's the difference between you and that teenager? Don't laugh because you might not have the last laugh later.

I say, getting married is not the ultimate goal in a person's life. Get married only when you are good and ready. Not because everyone else is doing it. Not because you are pressured in doing so. Not because you are caught with your pants down. And definitely not because you are pregnant. Unless you have a gun pointed to your head, you better know what you are getting yourself into. Whatever age you choose to do it, don't let society dictate your one big-life choices for you. And for whatever reason you choose to go forth with it, don't let it be for reasons other than mutual feelings and understanding. In other words, do it for that butterfly-in-your-stomach feeling called love.

Google pic & Courtesy of Vimeo.com

Of course, this does not take into account that some of us might not be so lucky blessed in life or that some of us probably do not have any choice in the matter. But for those who do, well, this is for you.

Confession number three: Ruling out everything else and whatever society made of it, being single is fun, in fact, it isn't necessary lonely. Oh of course it had its moment, those awkward phases you go through, but at the end of the day, you still feel like you reign in your own world and no one would've been any wiser. The feeling of loneliness that sometimes come from being alone can only be felt if you try too hard to avoid it. Try embracing it. You might be surprised at the things you'll discover and the journey you'll travel.

Not saying that being single does not have its challenges because of course it does -- like being the odd one out in a group of couples' outing. Or having to go with your girlfriend to a movie date and people looking at you both funny.

I know a mother with five kids, one about my age. Her ultimate goal in life, it seemed, was ensuring they have good education, good jobs, and good spouses. So when the last of her children got married, she proudly bragged to my mother (and I had the misfortune to overhear the conversation) that her 'job is done'. My feeling at that time was like "Wow. That was it? This is what your life's biggest achievement is all about?"

But who am I to say anything about it right? Perhaps getting married is their ultimate goal. Then what's next ...having kids? It will always escalate. The society is never satisfied.

Once I asked my elder sister how she dealt with being single and she just shrugged and said "Why worry? We know better. Why do we need to explain ourselves to anyone for our own choices?"

How wise of her to point that out. People don't always get us one way or another anyway, so why not just let it go? Choosing to be single for however long one decides, is a choice one made and therefore should be respected. Besides, one should never ram one's view down another's throat while at the same time refuse to accept other people's view.

That being said, my little insignificant advice to all the single ladies out there: Chill and enjoy your single-hood. If your time isn't here yet, don't force it. If a guy doesn't show any interest in you, leave it alone, don't change his mind overnight. No matter how pretty you make-over yourself, if a guy isn't interested, chances are he just isn't. Never try too hard to please anyone, especially at the cost of your own pride or dignity. When you don't look for it is usually when it hits you. I mean, look at me. =)

Google pic & courtesy of http://samriddhirai.blogspot.com

And to the rest of the already married friends and acquaintances, be kind to single people. Weren't we all like that once? They have feelings too. Besides, marriage is a lifetime responsibility and the more you pressure people to join in the boat, the more you begin to look like you want out of the boat. Maybe not, I'm just wondering. But if we can relax about it, then you should too. There's a time for everything under the sun.

As for me, hey my time is soon up to close that chapter in my life. It is still my choice. Like someday it will be yours too. And since this is one long entry, you might not hear anything from me soon until it has come to pass.

Don't let anyone bring you down, make you feel down, or look down at you my lovelies. Timing is everything.

You have fun now!

P/s: By the way, my sister writes a very good post about The Single Life, exactly what I wanted to say, but she beat me to it months back. Hey ho. Read all about it in her blog HERE.


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Breaking News from the Engagement Bureau!

COFFEE GIRL IS  NOW OFFICIALLY ENGAGED! 

*technically*
As of last night, that is.
At 8.45pm.
17th July 2013.
At Starbucks, Kuching Airport.
In my hooded sweater and shortpants.
Because I thought we were going out for coffee. 

About a year ago, this place was where we had our first coffee meetup (or date, now that we both can call it that) or to be exact, how he introduced me to caramel macchiato. And that was the exact sofa we sat on talking about nothing in particular, just getting to know one another. Was nervous as a wreck back then. Sweaty palms and all, while waiting for my flight to KL for a week's work. When we parted, unsure and awkward, I held out my hand for a shake because it felt like I had failed a test and that probably deserved a polite thank you. The man didn't even acknowledged the hand, he pulled me (backpack and all) for a quick big warm hug. Which is never done. By me at least. If you know me.

You know, that was when I saw a glaring flash of silver lining in the sky and felt someone up there was whispering 'It's going to be alright girl. Don't worry for a single thing...'

Ok that's just a glimpse of the past for you. I shall not document the rest of the personal details in here because it might either bore you, or you'd throw up with too much sweet stuffs, or you'd looked funny and say 'so what', you know... but since it's not an everyday occasion in a girl's life, it deserves a special treatment.

The empty caramel macchiato cup with the ring in it, and the loveliest sentence ever...


And for the record, Coffee Girl actually loves all coffee black and strong, but Caramel Macchiato will always be special, see?

I'm dying to tell you all about it, but my Significant Otter already beat me to it. And his version is sooooooo much better! Besides, you'll know why that was not exactly the correct engagement ring finger, but then, I don't really care.

I admit, I didn't expect the proposal to happen last night. In fact, I think my otter instinct went on a holiday on me. Haha. Just sharing this major news with you all because I sayang you all very much and because if it weren't because of Blogging, we probably would never have met. And the rest, like they say, is history.


 borrowed this from le eheart...

I may not be Hollywood superstar material, but who's the happiest girl in the world right now? Wohoooo!

Ok you all have fun now! <3
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Ps: I'm still in a shock that it takes effort to write this and even then it's not as articulate as I want it to be. haha

Monday, February 20, 2012

Love, marriage ... really?

Ah. Love is a messy business.

Saw a couple drove by on my way to work this morning. The guy was silently driving while the lady was in a state of screaming the house down, apparently unsatisfied about something, probably a stale argument the night before. The guy drove on, giving all the impression in the world that he was ignoring her, leaving her to rattle. Unnerved. From where I sat, it was like watching a horror silent movie, with her unmistakable body language screaming anything but. When I caught his eyes at the traffic light, he looked ready to jump across to my seat. Or anywhere else but there, for that matter. I smiled weakly. Poor guy looked ready to expire on the spot.

I would hate an unfair argument, wouldn't you? You give as good as you get. I love a sound set-down sometimes, it could be exciting if you let it. My bet is that they have been married for years, and just about now, very much used to each other's ways that killing one another on the way to work probably sounds as exciting as feeding papers on the shredder machine. I can only imagine the ugly words hurling out of her mouth and him constructing mental barriers.

Pics courtesyf of Googles

There are good fights, and there are bad fights. There are fights that make you grow stronger in love, and there are fights you just don't really recover from. 

Did some people look far ahead into their future before jumping on the marriage wagon? That 'growing old with you' phrase sounds a tad too good to be true sometimes. Sure you have ups and downs, everything in life does, but how resilient are you to survive each one? And if you knew what your partner would be like 10 years, 20 years down the road, would you take that one step towards a life sentence together?

Ok, a life sentence probably sounds too harsh. Let me rephrase: Would you take that one step towards ever after?

I mean, I may sound prejudiced a little, especially since marriage is an uncharted territory (at least to me), but look at it from a single's point of view. ME.

I know nothing about love. Of the opposite sex, that is. I had a problem saying 'I love you' even till now, that's how paranoid I can be. Because saying it without meaning it or saying it in return is not genuine enough motive to actually say it to a person. I waited years to summon up the courage to say those words -- Yes, in English, for saying it in another language does not really give it the feeling of love at all, or so some of us movie-addicts think -- and even then, I wasn't even sure how to define LOVE.

Like, you tell a guy you love him, and then he goes on to ask "Really? What is love, do you know?" So great, two people in a relationship totally misinformed. But that's definition issue.

How long did you wait before you tell someone you love him/her? Were you even sure then, or was it just motivated by a certain feel-good moment? And then after you said it, did you go home and wondered "Oh man, what have I done?" And no you can't take it back.

At least in a pre-marriage condition, there is always room to grow. And if you feel suffocated by the minute, that would be the best time to look back and assess the situation... not alone, but together. It's like a test of strength and compatibility. I know many couples who withstood these tests of time and came out winners, and I happened to know a few who came tumbling down at the first sign of disaster.

And if you manage to hold your head even in your state of anger and wrath at each other, you will manage to overcome all when the storm has passed. That's the time to contemplate the Ever After.

Although I must say, some people are not so lucky to have the free advice of a single intelligent woman who has no experience whatsoever in the topic she currently chooses to write about, but hey, why, she is most certainly observant enough! Aha ha ha.

Contemplating marriage? Don't delve into it until you're most certain you're certain. How are you certain then? Let me get back to you on that.

P/s: I'm not against the idea of marriage, just trying to face my irrational fears of the uncertainties.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

A perfect coffee... I mean, wedding moment

You know, I have resigned myself to the fact that I shall never win any national blogger's award in whatever category because I am such an inconsistent writer, and my best writing ensemble comes when I least expected it. Reading all my other blogger friends and acquaintances, I feel like I'm out of their league. Way out. I'm so randomly laid out that sometimes I wonder how other people can be so passionate about just one subject -- like, fashion or food or photography -- while I have to squeeze my overly-populated brains so hard trying to find something worth even writing about.

See, even calling myself by that nickname doesn't quite justify it because I hardly even talk about coffee. But I love it, that does give it something of value, then? From one coffee junkie to another.

ANYWAY ... 

There's something to be said about starting the year right! I had the best times of my life during my sister's wedding 2 weeks ago on 2 January 2012. We never thought she would ever get married, you see, and  frankly, the news of her engagement quite took me by stormy delightful surprise. It has been ages since we had a wedding in the family, so of course it was something to look forward to. Let me tell you, a week after the engagement announcement, the single siblings started scouting for dresses. :-)

Flowers ... Get the picture?

I was so excited for my beloved sister that I initially planned to do a solo number during the special presentation, but after being given enough tasks to put me constantly on stage, I decided to stop with the vanity and pull in my two eligible sisters (one older, one younger) to make a trio.We were one of 5 special performances that wedding morning. Funny how not nervous I was to be on stage dedicating a medley of songs to my sister, thank God for my two other siblings. Oh saya punya suara nothing to shout about, at least we sang in perfect harmony. *For family only bebeh*

Turned out that day that I wasn't the planner at all -- the job being taken over by my eldest married sister because she had more time to deal with it than me -- but some other things all in one: the emergency make-up artist, the amateur photographer, one part of a two-person MC, the substitute guitarist for the praise and worship, one of the usherette, the wedding cake mistress, and well, one third of the wedding singers. All in a day's work. Ironically, if I had been the Bridesmaid, I won't be having as much fun fellow-shipping with the guests and the casts and crews and some other good looking fellers.

You know, weddings do leave a sense of utter vulnerability and eagerness in a person, especially a woman. I was so happy throughout the whole event that I forgot about my single state and the whole drama about avoiding a few certain matchmaking aunties. I made enough jokes about myself on stage that I left no more room for anybody else to be more creative than me! And I may have a little story of my own to tell soon, preceding from that awesome event. No, not what you think.

All in all, a perfect coffee wedding moment.

So with that, I leave you to pick the story at your own pace from these personal but exclusive limited photo collections. Might I add, you wont see my face in here everyday moi.

The lovely flowergirls...

The Praise and Worship team ...
 The Wedding Cake ...
Father of the bride all set to give his princess away ...
Sealed it with a kiss...
 The trio wedding singers... =)
The newlyweds...
With this ring I thee wed...

THE END.

P/s: If you ever need a wedding singer, or someone to add variety to the entertainment... ehem... You know what to do. I mainly play Country.

NEXT!!!.....
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Wedding Singer ...

Yerrr ... saya akan menyanyi masa kakak saya kawen nanti. Adakah patut, lain orang kawen, lain orang yg excited? Ini bukan orang sebarang orang, ini wa punya KAKAK KESAYANGAN okeh... Kalau orang lain, jangan haraplah aku nak naik pentas memalukan diri sendiri. Family only bebeh.

Dulu masa kakak sulung kawin, kitorang seangkatan adik-beradik buat persembahan nyanyian. Saya yang Tingkatan 2 masa tu baru belajar main gitar. Boleh lah tahan, for an amateur. Siap mak aku asyik lap mata kat belakang. Masa tu aku kira baru start akil baligh, baru start kumpul peminat-peminat lelaki. Hehe. Sapa tahu mujarab punya taktik. Sampai sekarang okeh.

Then masa first cousin kawin lepas lama membujang, saya dengan adik nyanyi jugak. Sumpah time tu saya tak nak nyanyi, sebab dah pandai segan dah, tapi disebabkan paksaan dan permintaan cousin tu, terpaksa jugakla naik pentas. Lepas tu, time church member sorang tu kawin, awal-awal lagi mak dia bagitau pesan suruh sediakan persembahan solo. Apabila saya sambung belajar kat Universiti, takde la lagi wedding singer kat church saya. Kesian. Ada la jugak yang lain, tapi yang anak Pastor tu dah retire sementara waktu.

So ... walaupun suara saya ni jauh lebih hebat daripada suara Britney Spears yang tak berapa pandai nyanyi tu, saya akan berusaha juga untuk melalak dengan sepenuh hati. Nasib baik bukan tone deaf. Bukannya apa... saya nyanyi dari hati. Suara buruk kalau ikhlas dan buat persiapan betul-betul, pasti akan berjaya jugak jadinya. Kan kan kan?

Sudah semestinya lagu Country. :-) Sudah semestinya lagu cinta. Sudah semestinya aku siap siaga untuk buat kakak aku menangis tersedu. Biarlah....

Tengah belajar chord lagu satu ni... something by Brad Paisley. 


I am sooo in a Bahasa Kebangsaan mood today. Sorry.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Bridesmaid vs the Wedding Planner ...

8.40pm today...

Me: But I want to be the Bridesmaid! *wailed*

Her: Cannot, you're too resourceful. You are my wedding planner. *oh she reasons*

Me: But I've never done wedding... and that's hard work!

Her: You offered last time, remember?

Me: Yes back when it all seemed unlikely that you would ever get, you know, married!

Her: Well I am going to! *suddenly glows annoyingly*

Me: But I want to be the Bridesmaid before it's too late even for me! *wailed louder*

Her: Too late for what? You're the one who keeps delaying. There's hope what ...

Me:  Hoi! I'm talking about being a Bridesmaid, wear the lovely dresses, look pretty, hold your train, your bouquet, wipe your smudges, whatever ... not crack my brain making sure everything runs smoothly when you can have somebody else do it. I want the fun part, not the hard work... *pleads unsuccessfully*

Her: But you're my sister, who else can I trust? *doing that puppy-dog eyes. damn.*

Me: Fine fine. Ok lah. Sigh ... You owe me for this. *resigns*

Her: And you can sing at my wedding too... He he.

16-year-old Niece: I am going to be a veeerrryyy pretty Bridesmaid. I plan to follow in the wake of the 21 Dresses. *boasts. brat.*

Me: Shaddap! Or I make sure you wear purple, like Barney. I'm the Planner! I'm JLo ... *pokes eyes*


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OH YES MY SECOND ELDEST SISTER IS FINALLY GETTING MARRIED SOON! YEAY! TO A GUY YOUNGER THAN HER. GREAT RIGHT? DOUBLE BOON! AND WITH THIS UNEXPECTED BUT DELIGHTFUL NEWS, THAT MEANS THERE IS HOPE  FOR THE WHOLE WORLD! ... (i'm talking about me, you idiot)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Wedding jitters...

(HALT! Bukan aku yg kawin ok, orang lain je.)

Mom dragged me to my first cousin's wedding today. I hate to spoil her mood by arguing and giving 1001 excuses that I didnt even have, so there I went, bracing for assault.

If I set my mind to it, I could actually do this singlehandedly.

Pick a dress. Do my own makeup. Fix my own hair. Drive. Sit alone. Act cool. Dispense my prettiest smiles. Eat like a girl. Make polite small talks with strangers sharing my table. Avoid eye contacts. And leave in one piece. All the while looking like I don't care. I could even get brownie marks for this. Wentworth Miller would be so proud of me.

Dang those aunties just won't quit! When I said Not Yet, I meant Not Now. I will, eventually.

I even set a checklist... see?


I love thunderstorms. If he didn't, that's just too bad, cause I have like, 101 imaginative things-to-do in/during a thunderstorm. If you know what I mean.