Daily, Friends & Family, Health & Fitness

THE NIGHT I WAS ON FIRE.

October 26, 2016

I haven’t been out and about in ages.

AGES.

And its got a lot (if not entirely) to do with my husband’s condition at the moment – which I will talk about soon enough on a separate post. But long story short, most of my time now is spent at home taking care of him since being out either by myself, or with him would both be an inconvenience.

But last Monday night, I felt comfortable enough to leave my husband at home and he was wonderful enough to have encouraged me to go. So I joined some friends for a game of futsal!

And as usual… everyone was late, including myself… except for (of course) Eja who is notorious for being obnoxiously early to everything *rolls eyes*. But in my case, it was unintentional – I promise! Trust me, I was not happy to have taken nearly an hour to get to Kota Damansara from SHAH ALAM.

We started the game at 15 minutes later than planned but still managed to get the court for the hour we booked it for regardless, and because some people didn’t show up at all *side eye* we only had one substitute and I ended up playing the entire hour without any rest (if we don’t count the one minute I was out to fix my headscarf). This is surprising because I am incredibly unfit and absolutely loathe running, so I would have never been able to go on for that long so YAY ME!

Even more surprising? I managed to kick 4 balls past the keeper thus meaning I scored a total of four goals for my team!

I’m laughing my face off as I am typing because it is just that ridiculous! I know the boy who acted as keeper must have made it easy for us girls, but still! *brushes shoulders*

 

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But of course when I got home, my husband’s reaction to me telling him I scored four times was “TIPU. AWAK TIPU.” *shakes head* I married a real supportive one didn’t I?

In all seriousness though, I do feel as if my stamina has gone up since I’ve started being very consistent with my workouts again. And that itself is enough motivation to continue being active and focus on fitness on a daily basis.

Looking forward to the next time we play!

Daily, Life, Love

Pre-Wedding.

October 26, 2016

So, as of today, I have since been married for 2 months and can’t-be-bothered-to-count days. Since this blog has been dead for a while, I thought it would be good to breathe life into it once again… and what better way to do it than to write about my wedding; the months leading up to it, the days itself and et cetera et cetera. Other than for obvious reasons (to have posts that I can look back on years from now), I also thought it’d be wise to write about one of the most important days of my life while I still remember (most of) it.

The post below is something I actually wrote back in June/July but never actually posted for some reason, so here you go; Wedding Series E01.

**written between the 30th of June and 1st of July 2016*

“Are you ready to get married?” / “How’s the wedding preparations going?” / “Are you excited for the wedding?” / “Where will you two be going for your honeymoon?” / “Where will you guys live?”

These are some of the more common questions I’ve received as of late, and frankly, questions I can’t help but be a little hesitant to answer. Not because I don’t know the answer nor is it because I get asked so often I’m tired of having to answer at all (okay I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you it isn’t at all tiring). But its because I’ve come to realise that the bulk of the questions I’m asked is regarding the wedding itself, and not so much – or at all – about the marriage that comes after the wedding AKA the part I’m actually genuinely excited about.

Its easy to be confused. It is common for a girl to have dreamt of how she wants her wedding day to be and look like and what shade of white her dress will be in and what kind of flowers will make up the bouquet she’ll throw for a group of single girls to fight over – but it is less so, to hear of a girl who has never so much imagined ever getting married, much less imagine what her wedding would be like.

Its not that I’ve spent my entire life believing I’ll be alone forever and (happily) resort to being a cat lady – but while yes, I have always known that at some part in my life I would eventually get hitched, it was never something that I spent too much time – if at all – thinking about.

But regardless, to answer some of the questions; Alhamdulillah the wedding preparations are going well, and I have none but only the worse task to do still and that is coming up with the guestlist, and personally inviting everyone. *internal screaming* Oh, and there is also the task of faking a meltdown, “worrying” about whether or not my wedding dresses will be done in time… this is something I feel almost compelled to conform to, but in reality I am exceptionally calm and confident that the people I have left in charge of completing my dress will do so in due time. So its safe to say that you will find no bridezilla here. But feel free to check in again in a couple weeks, because this might just be the calm before the storm thing that everyone keeps talking about.

Am I excited for the wedding? Yes, and no. Yes for obvious reasons; I get to marry my best friend and spend the rest of my days infuriating him. Also the man is basically my rock (AKA support system) and makes up about 50% of my impulse control – which I appreciate, because I need to someone to stop me from buying random shit. No, for the reason that I have always despised being the center of attention and I don’t see how I can take attention off of me on the day seeing that I am the bride in celebration… other than if I were to silently retreat and hide under the buffet table. I am also the least charismatic and graceful person I know so just the thought of having to maintain composure and act like a proper lady throughout the entire occasion is sending me (and my intestines) into a wild spiral.

But a heads up; high chances are that you will see me embarrass not only myself, but my husband-to-be and also my entire family. Just saying.

Daily

12 WEEKS.

June 10, 2016

There is actually a lot I want to write about, but the things I want to share the most is unfortunately also the things I can’t… not just yet. Truthfully, I hope I had never stopped blogging for as long as I did years ago. And I say that because its a lot harder to get back into than I imagined.

I know it could be blamed on lack of effort, or just laziness. But while I don’t disagree, the real reason why I haven’t been posting much is because as I grow older, writing about anything and everything that comes to mind (even the most trivial of things) feels rather unnecessary and not to mention risky. I am no longer at that point in my life where I can openly express myself and not expect any consequences.

Being 25 years old, and fresh out of university… I am more vulnerable now than ever. While it is my space and I can do as I please, I do still want to portray myself as a functional human being in the case that anyone ever visits for background checks. I know that last sentence seems to betray my efforts, but hey, we’re all people and thus we are not without flaws.

If I’m being frank, another reason why I’ve not been updating is because I feel like my conventional way of blogging is getting a little blehhhh. I have drafted a number of posts that never went on to being published simply because I am dissatisfied with its quality. The reason why I started blogging isn’t to gain a readership (although that isn’t a bad thing) but for myself, but I strongly feel that despite me potentially being the only person who visits this blog… content is key.

I would want to look back at this blog years from now and feel good that I’ve put some sort of thought into the posts, and not simply slapping on a couple photos accompanied by a string of letters and call it a day. So currently, I’m trying on the hat of a creative director, and attempt to figure out how best to proceed with presenting my content.

But until then… this is all there is to it!