Some of my favourite eateries.

 .. in JB!

Just 'cos you know... It's Ramadhan. And it's only 2 pm at the moment.

I was in JB last week for two days! But this time sans Ahmad. I was the designated driver and I'm sooo proud of myself because we only got lost once. Or twice. Doesn't matter! At least to me. But I was able to find my way back everytime. See! I do pay attention even when I'm sitting in the passenger seat all the time. 

Anyway, this post is pointless. And I've been with this layout for so long, it's getting uninspiring. And nom nom food nyum nyum 5 hours until nom nyum foooood grumble food growl nom nyum. Right? I know! 


I'm making SO much sense, it's killing me.

Ramadhan.

We were each given this by Shinat today.

It's  my personal Ramadhan report card! S, Z, A, M, and I are for the Fardhu prayers that I'm going to perform. T and Q, on the other hand, is for Terawikh and Qur'an. I'm supposed to tick at the box after every prayer / Qur'an reciting that I do!

"So, at the end of Ramadhan, you can show this to Fatin and ask for reward." 

Told him about it and he's excited to (I swear I did not coax him into agreeing!) reward me. "Anything that can make you happy." You're pushing it, my dear. 

Of course, the utmost reward awaits.

Bring it.


Oh, salam Ramadhan al-Mubarak. May this year's Ramadhan bring us closer to His most gracious, most merciful and may it be a beautiful month for everyone. 

Prep-

Okay, so I've been inviting people to our day in December and it just reminds me how there are A LOT of things we have to do prior to that day!

For instance - 

Invitation card.

PEOPLE, PEOPLE! I will give you the invitation cards when I have them in my hand. Okay, before that even happens, I've got to decide on what design I want for the card, first. Eeep!

The Baju.

Just my luck, I can be the most fickle person ever. We've met with a lady who'd be in charge of this and at least Ahmad has had his measurement taken. Not me.. 'cos I might lose some weight after the

Diet.

Is it really necessary, though? Fine. Both Ahmad and I have expanded horizontally. But fasting month's around the corner and we do need to watch our budget 'cos..

We're moving to a new house.

Yes! We are moving into a house! I've stayed all over the city and soon a new territory will be marked by yours truly and world domination will be miiiine! Muahahahahar.

K.

So by December, we'll have a place we can temporarily call 'home'. We're so excited about this the most! We have even discussed the furniture arrangement. But so many things are tied to this. The moving truck. All the disassembling and reassembling to be done. Packing and unpacking. A lot of things to buy..

All the moving needs to be done before September. And packing and unpacking and furniture arranging before end of November because.. I'd already be in Miri for the big day by then! And it's July now.

Expect me freaking out in 3... 2... 

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Tanda.

Birthday Dinner

"So Nurul, now that we've been together for a year, what do you think about us now?"

You see.. From the very beginning of our friendship, I've always insisted that I know what type of women he would go for. I thought it was quite unbelievable for a man like him to still be single at the time. Also, because I wanted to introduce him to a relative of mine whom I thought would be more than suitable for him - thankfully, I did not pursue that.

He always had this undecided look and always gave me the same answer, "I don't really have a type. Entah."

But in true Aysha's nature (heh heh), I insisted, "I knowww your type." Further describing small, petite girls, skin as fair as snow, soft-spoken yada-yada, in short, everything that is the opposite of myself. Tak lah, katanya.

So that night, sitting opposite from him, enjoying our dinner on his birthday, mouth full of kway teow, and I couldn't answer his question, so he went ahead with this, "Okay, I'll be sincere. I never had a type before. But the more I know you, the more I realise that my type is You."

I couldn't top that so I just blushed and sat there like an idiot.

Red faced, chinky grin, with mouth full of kway teow.

So. Attractive.

The Thingy


On the 1st of July, this took place -

(apparently, he likes my 'idiot' face so much he brought 11 ((or 14?)) rombongan kereta, awwh!)

I was quite relaxed but when I started to become nervous, I was a total wreck.

My girlfriends came to prep me up and it was chaos in the 'preparation room'. I wanted to poop halfway through make up but Feena won't let me!

"Nanti kau berak, kau peluh!"

Fine, so I didn't poop (It shall have its vengeance, I thought!) ((I shall stop talking about poop)). And then another two girls arrived and oh boy did they eye me intently! Even gang-ed up with Feena to argue with me. And then the other two arrived. I was scolded so much I thought for awhile I was surrounded by moms. On their period.

Apparently, I'm difficult to put make up on. Okay, so that might be true. Fine. It may be true.

"Aysha, jangan gerak!!"
"Nanti aku cucuk kepala kau!"
"Pink lagi cantik.."
"Ye lah, pink lagi sesuai!"
"Skirt ko jarang, Aysha! Takde skirt dalam ke?"
"Nampak sangat spender dia.."
"Habis tu ko nak pakai leggings aku tak?"
"Leggings lagi ketara.."
"Oh takpe, nasib baik baju dia panjang, cover bontot!"
"Aku dari hari tu marah dia suruh dia pakai rantai ke apa dia degil, tak nak!"
"Tali bra ko nampak, Sha!"
"Eh boleh bukak tali dia macam tu je??"
"Kecik nya.."
"Eee jelesnya aku dia punya kecik!"
"Ko punya tak la besar sangat."
"Eh besarr!"
"Tapak kaki kau kotor!"
"Basuh cepat!!"
"Lap guna tissue!"
"Aku basahkan tissue dulu!"
"Ada orang dalam toilet!!"

So, not only did I not get to poop, I also didn't get to wash my feet.

I was trembling so much when I held out my hand to his mother. In my defence, no one has ever put a ring on my finger in such a way and with so many spectators. Menggelupur much, Sha?

It was quick. Done in a matter of minutes. And now, we are engaged to be wedded. How awesome is that?

Truthfully, I've never worn a ring for any longer than a few minutes. I feel so over the top conscious with my ring finger now that I think it's all everyone sees. Please! I have the whole arm attached to it too!


We went out on a date the day after. He was driving. We were both quiet, content. And then out of nowhere-

"Nurul, now that we're engaged.." Dup dap, dup dap, ".. can I finally fart in fr-"

"No!"

"But we're engageddddd!!!"

"NO!!!!!!!!!!"

Sheeeeshhhhhh. Don't know how much longer can I deny this request, though. Must.. Stay.... STRONG!

June's the month to get busy.

I don't always post pictures of faces here, but when I do, I shall do them in pair.

First up - Seri is getting hitched!

We had the "bachelorette" dinner at Chili's, KLCC and the bride-to-be just had to wear the crown on her head the whole time. Talk about power-crazy! Many jokes ensued, as per ushe. But Chili's an appropriate place for our bunch, really. 'Cos being too loud at Italiannes is definitely not. (must remind our gang to not ever dine at quiet places like that again)

Plus, I love me some Buffalo Wings, Doggamit!

We'll be heading to Segamat this Saturday for the reception on her side. Expect moar pictures on that day!

And, and, and.. We just ticked one thing off from our To Do list this month.

When I asked him whether I looked pretty or not. Pfft, girls.

"Hari ni. Cantik. Selama-lamanya memang cantik but you tanya hari ni.. Kalau compare.."

Yes, yes, I understand, my dear Ahmad. : )

That silly hole and that silly girl who insisted for a photo with it. But who's sillier than the silly suggestion? The silly guy who followed en suite.

Next up-

Segamat this Saturday, my brother's nikah next Sunday, his birthday this 26th, Nabila's wedding the next Saturday and then it'll be July!

And oh the start of July will be reeeaaally special.

Thoughts.

Sometimes I worry and these thoughts, I confide in him.

And then I'm back to being happy. And excited. And giddy. And all sorts of gooey mushy girly feely - all jumbled into one huge pink cloud that hangs perfectly on top of our heads..

Ya Allah, seriously, I'm happy. 

Package.

One of his favourite things to tell me, aside from, "Nurul.... I mengantuk gila!" and last time it was, "Hidup kena sentiasa ceria." (I swear this gets on my nerve everytime), is, 

"Kita tak boleh buat apa kalau orang nak cakap."

Yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Okay, that's a lame excuse to my bitter mood at the office for the whole day. But the somber atmosphere tailing me around gradually lifted up as the day progresses all thanks to the monkeys I work with (HI!) and at midnight, turned completely the other way around, thanks to Ahmad.

I have always been a bit reserved about my crap on the internet but I was foolish to think that my personal spaces are impenetrable. Put a little bit of determination and effort multiply by an adequate number of psycho factor, you'll find yourself here.

So there we were on a rampage of babbling about this certain issue. Much laughter was shared. And at some point, we find ourselves talking about Package. According to him, I have 'the package'.

I told him,

"Ahmad, you're the 'Bring Home To See Mom' package!"

"Ye ke?"

So naturally, I threw myself at him, handing him my heart, ready to be crushed in one quick grip, in one question, "What about me!"

"You're the complete one."

It melted instead.