tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35087567188380569212024-03-05T13:14:44.609+08:00Bride WhispererWhen A Scarlet Bride Whispers To Herselfbridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-8250971378479810532017-10-25T12:22:00.000+08:002017-10-25T12:25:20.284+08:00You Made Me Who I Am<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Remember how you would always say this line to me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"You made me the man I am now."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You would say how I have contributed all along for you to become the man you are now, gladly. I really wish I could say the same, with the same feeling, Adib. Because at night I would often cry seeing what kind of person I have become now because of you. Cold hearted, harsh, angry, sarcastic, most of all, sad. Yes, I blame you for making me into this kind of person, really.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You know, when I was younger I had always wished I would grow up to be the big hearted, forgiving, loving woman. I never wanted any grudges to live in me. I never wanted to be angry, full with contempt and hatred. I never wanted any of those. I would want to always forgive, I would always want to able to trust, and be trusted. I would always want to love. Love as much as I can.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What have you done to that girl, Adib? I think I have lost her now. I weeped. I cried. You have put so much in her way. You have made her feel pain that she could not bear. You have made her stone hard. And now I hate what I see in the mirror. You did not fix her. You did not correct her. You being you, you get even.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes that is you. You can't handle being hurt. Being in pain. You inflict the pain back instead of healing yourself. Even when I back down, you push me to the edge. You need to get even.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am still waiting for the day when God would untangle, divide and separate our paths and pull out all the love I still have for you. Maybe only then, you would find the peace and the dream you had always wanted. Life without this "thing" you created. Life without me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-90106377277484332552017-09-12T04:04:00.001+08:002017-09-12T04:04:10.648+08:00Things I Love About You<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1. You make me happy</span>bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-57334926129970980932017-09-12T02:02:00.000+08:002017-09-12T04:06:16.953+08:00Things I Hate About You<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">1. You lie</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">5. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You are not exclusive</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">6. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You are emotionally selfish</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">7. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You make promises you don't intend to keep </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">8. You rehearse the same lines you gave me to others too</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">9. You toy with my feelings whenever it suits you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">10. You don't value my tears as if you were not the cause</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">11. You use flattery to make people fall for you though you don't mean most of it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">12. You don't feel guilty breaking hearts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">13. You sleep around yet you want a faithful wife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">14. You enjoy attention from many</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">15. You try hard to seek approval from your so-called friends</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">16. You treat me like you love me but speak ill of me to others</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">17. You are manipulative with words</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">18. You put marriage and future plans in your word games</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">19. You collect nudes from girls and give out yours freely</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">20. You are not transparent in relationship </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">21. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">You don't hesitate to sacrifice my reputation in front of your family</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">22. You hate to be corrected too though you think you don't</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">23. You are really cheap with 'sayang', 'baby', 'beautiful'</span><br />
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<span id="goog_1474638926"></span><span id="goog_1474638927"></span><br />bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-66678237362422293112017-02-10T07:21:00.000+08:002017-02-10T07:35:34.890+08:00Letting You Go, I Once Promised I Won't<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I really want you to be happy, Adib. Really, I do. But my heart is breaking into pieces by just the thought of you being with someone else. Here I am smiling for you during the day and cry my heart out to God at night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'm not ready to let you go just yet. Guess I never will. Never want to. :'(</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"But Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me forever within the numbered days, and I am grateful."</span></div>
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</span>bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-27450038333486037192016-05-16T03:52:00.001+08:002016-05-16T03:52:08.500+08:00Stuck<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And here I am, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, wondering why am I still stuck with you. Wondering why am I not stepping away just yet.</span>bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-57702249896659621712016-02-18T01:34:00.002+08:002016-02-18T02:10:21.836+08:00I Say Goodbye To The Old Me, It's Already Gone<br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">'Cause I don't wanna lose you now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'm lookin' right at the other half of me</span></div>
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The vacancy that sat in my heart</div>
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Is a space that now you hold</div>
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Show me how to fight for now</div>
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And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy</div>
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Comin' back here to you once I figured it out</div>
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You were right here all along</div>
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It's like you're my mirror</div>
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My mirror staring back at me</div>
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I couldn't get any bigger</div>
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With anyone else beside of me</div>
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And now it's clear as this promise</div>
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That we're making two reflections into one</div>
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'Cause it's like you're my mirror</div>
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My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me</div>
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Yesterday is history</div>
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Tomorrow's a mystery</div>
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I can see you lookin' back at me</div>
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Keep your eyes on me</div>
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Baby, keep your eyes on me</div>
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Now you're the inspiration of this precious song</div>
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And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on</div>
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So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone</div>
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And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home</div>
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Just to let you know, you are</div>
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You are, you are the love of my life<br />
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</span>bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-64672782240225510872016-02-14T00:14:00.001+08:002016-02-14T14:02:04.836+08:00I Need Your Trust To Trust You<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I don't feel safe. I feel vulnerable. I feel insecure. There are just so many things that have been running on my mind. I can't think straight and I'm blinded by my doubts. Honestly it feels like exploding. Not in the mind, but here beneath my chest. It hurts. Too much. And tears can't seem to wash the mess away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">There are just too much to forget. Too much to forgive. It's suffocating how much old hateful things don't seem to be receding and new ones are piling. I need more than an apology speech and beautiful promises to make it up to my dying heart. Love alone is not enough to fix me. To fix us. We need more than just love. We need respect. We need trust. I can't seem to love any other being more than I love him. But that alone is not enough to save me from drowning in those haunting memories of him killing every bit of me and my trust with so much of betrayal and unkept promises. I hate him with her, and her, and her, and her, and her. Just so many to forget. The more I try to forget, the more it is glued to my mind when he leaves me in the dark. Suspicion arises. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's not about not constantly updating me every half an hour when he doesn't turn up at my door on the weekends. But it's about how he's always keeping me in the dark. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Is he alright?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Where could he be? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">What is he up to today? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Who is he meeting up with? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Who is talking to without me knowing?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Doesn't he think of me? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Or how I am wondering of his absence? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Why didn't he tell me anything and disappears for the whole day? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Doesn't he think how would this failure of communication hurt me?</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Those questions are killing me every time. Every minute is filled with unnecessary</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> thoughts, revolving around why is he keeping it a secret? The longer the hours, the uglier they grow. The more he's trying to keep me out, the more suspicious I get. It's not about talking to his exes, texting them and asking them out for a drink. It's about doing it behind my back. Locking his phone away from my reach. If he has nothing to hide from me then why lock it? Again, what's with all the secrets? Not wanting me to know anything. Why am I being left out of it? Why won't he include me in that particular niche of his life when he's asking me to be part of it? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I feel betrayed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">That one thing I need is a thing he wouldn't and couldn't give me. Trust. And it's not always about me, he was hurting like I did. We fell apart to realize that we need nobody else better than we need each other. I know why he won't trust me again. We did a fair share of mistakes in the past. We caused pain to each other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">What he doesn't understand is, it is a lot for me to take in before I could find a little space in my heart for him and for us to grow again. And I need to trust him first before I can let him set his root there. I need to feel secure. I need to believe that he won't stab me with this final chance I'm giving. I need to learn to suppress those horrid memories hard, I need to walk past it, I need to keep reminding myself, "Me and him, we are starting new, we have learned much and matured, trying to patch each other's hearts", for me to be able to trust him. Sadly he couldn't do the same for me. He couldn't give that same trust to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">If only he knows, how many walls he had broken down when he shares things with me, his dark past, his mistakes, his regrets, things that he thinks I might hate to hear. Those are the things he did that made me feel secure, safe. Like he really wanted me to be part of his life. He involved me. And when he did, forgiving seemed a lot easier to do. It had led me to be happy once with him, with us, no matter how much he screwed up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In the end, it is just like a mirror. As much as I'm struggling to forgive him, he is struggling to forgive me just as much. When he still won't try to forgive me, can't walk past our regrets in the past, he could never give me that trust I need. When he doesn't trust me, he'd be doing things that don't allow me to trust him back. He'd be doing things that don't respect me. When I can't trust him, I'll be having doubts about him, nightmares that he might kill my heart again. I'm traumatized. Respecting him back would be hard. It's a vicious cycle, that's hurting both of us now. When both of us know well that we can't be apart and happy at the same time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But this is tearing us down, if we couldn't fix this, we won't survive for long. Me and him, we really have to reflect on ourselves. I don't want to be having second thoughts on our marriage every night before I go to sleep anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I love you, Adib. And I don't want us to lose each other again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I've always had a soft spot for February and today is the fourth day of the lovely month. It's been five years since 4th February 2011. Gosh, that day will always be remembered. Clearly! I bet Adib won't recover from that too. Haha. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And 14th is around the corner. I wonder what can I do this year to beat last year's. Gotta start thinking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Notice that I haven't written anything in 2015? Truth is, there were just too much to write. 2015 has been the saddest, the most confusing, the most regrettable, the most heartbreaking ever since its first day but yet, it has given me hope for a new beginning. The final quarter of the year was great. It was heavenly, blissful. I've got my hope for love, once again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And today is the first day of a new year. A year of hectic preparation. Truth is, I'm thrilled! The best days are yet to come.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Should I be jumping with joy or what? Exactly 365 days left until our wedding date. My final year as a bachelorette!"</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">At least that's what I'm going to write today if things were still the same. Me and him still together. We'd be going out for a movie after he finished work. We'd watch Safe Haven and a lovely dinner together after that. We'd be chatting all the way with his hands on my waist talking about our years of waiting to finally get to this day. If only things are really that nice. If-only.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well basically today didn't start like my normal boring days. I was busy as hell since yesterday. And yesterday started like this: I woke up to go get my Baucar Buku 1Malaysia in the Finance Department, which took me a hour just to be standing idly in the queue. Tak bergerak. Lambat gila kakak tu buat kerja, seriously. By the time I got my vouchers, it's already 11 am. Okay, enough complaining. So, straight to Pasar Seni to get my flowers and then on my way back, picked up some groceries for cheese carbonara spaghetti. All for my little 14th February celebration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So yesterday I got a few stalks of fresh lilies, a sunflower and two roses. I actually wanted white lilies, but it seemed semua tak kembang lagi. The shop owner told me it'll take at least two days for them to bloom. Mana sempat! But I managed to get a bunch of white-pink lilies with one stalk of fully-bloomed white lily yang tersesat. Nak jugak tu. As for the roses, the staffs told me that they don't sell roses per stalk. I have to take at least a bunch which consists of 20 roses. Nak buek apo den bunga banyak-banyak, bukan nak mandi bunga pun. Then I saw the owner again at the counter and I asked her if I could take just two. And she said of course I can! Woohoo! All those flowers costs me only one-eighth of the cost of one small lily bouquet in KLCC. Gila mark up, I hetchu! But with the price I got, means I had to do the wrapping on my own. Memang nak wrap sendiri pun, so tak kesah la kan. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay, on my way back I stopped by OTK to get the ingredients for my carbonara. I had the idea of serving the carbonara with green mussels since like...I can't remember. Mengidam lama dah. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yela dulu ada orang bawak pegi makan western food kat Kampung Baru, dapat la makan mussels sekali sekala kan. Sekarang terpaksa la masak sendiri je. Sob. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then, voila! Mussels were on sale! Terus masuk trolley. After I got all the groceries needed, I went to a wedding craft shop nearby to get my wrappers and ribbon for the lily bouquet. Lepas tu, balik lah. Kaki dah penat, tak sabar nak baring kat katil. I reached UIA by 4 o'clock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last night, I raid on my architecture stuff to see if I could find anything to be made into a small box. A box to put something in. At last, my brown craft board and glossy model board. So I worked on it through the night and after it's done I went checking on my flowers to see how they're doing. The lilies smelled so nice! Semerbak satu bilik. Love it! Okay, straight to the point now. Actually I am planning on a little celebration of today, February 14th 2013, to celebrate the-supposed-to-be our final year of waiting till our wedding. It's really sad though, I admit. But I figure that I ought to have something to reminisce, the last memory of celebration that I could share with Adib my love, if it was the last one I could have. </span><br />
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Honestly this is my first time wrapping a flower bouquet-from scratch.
Repeat, from scratch. I would say I took about more than a couple hours
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Proses memasak spaghetti dan sos carbonara keju bersama mussels (I don't know what they're called in Malay) bermula selepas jambangan lily menjadi hand bouquet dan hadiah misteri siap diikat ribbon di dalam kotak buatan sendiri tadi. Okay, the mystery gift was nothing much pun, just a pack of seaweed snack. Over pulak berkotak beribbon bagai. Seaweed je pun. But hey, it is not just any seaweed snack. It was our favourite seaweed snack. We would go nuts whenever we find it in supermarkets. Macam dua orang budak kecik jumpa cotton candy colour pelangi. Teruja. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Susah kot nak cari classic flavour tu! I can't help but remember Adib whenever I see it anywhere too now. So I decided to buy it for him when I saw it in Isetan fresh market couple days ago. Teringat pulak selalu makan seaweed tu kat Jusco Maluri and kat Pandan Indah. Sigh...rindunya.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After siap masak untuk Adib tersayang and all his colleagues dengan penuh kasih sayang, time to pack it and lay all the mussels on top of the spaghetti. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To be frank, the mussels remind me so much of our memories in Kampung Baru. They're Adib's favourite. Mine too, of course. Tengok Adib makan dengan penuh minat, I could just smile and stare at him all night. Somehow it's this odd-but-very-pleasant feeling to feed him with his favourite food and see him eating happily until he's full. Motherly-wifey instinct? Well, probably. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With everything was almost done, time to write my Adib a goodbye letter. The saddest part of all. </span><br />
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bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-64119029611138309712013-02-02T18:01:00.002+08:002013-02-02T18:01:38.849+08:00Month of Love<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's February and it's the month of love. Sedar tak sedar dah masuk bulan Februari. Bila dah kerja rasa sekejap je sebulan. Kalau bulan-bulan Februari sebelum ni, mesti akan sama-sama countdown lagi berapa tahun until our wedding date. And now it's only a year left, we're supposed to be super thrilled about it right? But now we're just strangers with memories.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ujian demi ujian, penyakit demi penyakit. Aku terima dengan redha Ya Allah jika ini semua adalah kafarah untuk dosa-dosaku yang lampau. First, it was eye infection on both eyes, sore throat and batuk during the first week of work. The whole week. Great combo together with my period of the month. Tak sempat nak sembuh betul-betul pun, demam pulak datang. Elok je nak kebah sikit, kena food poisoning pulak. And now I'm bleeding again. I don't want to call it period because I just finished a cycle a week ago. Berapa kali nak period, dah la darah turun banyak. But I thank Allah because dalam macam-macam penyakit pun, I still manage to go to work and be happy with my new awesome friends. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Yay!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But today I got another sad news. There were tears rolling down my cheeks as I talked to Abah just now. But he told me not to cry, that God has planned everything for me and everything's going to be alright. And no more tears after that, just my mind automatically gushing out strategies and new life plans. My NEW LIFE begins starting from NOW. </span></div>
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bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-86339360830484936362013-01-05T09:05:00.001+08:002013-01-05T09:20:53.584+08:00New Year, New Hope<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hope. Life is pointless without hope, right? Yes, it does keep us surviving this life, but does hope really gives us the happiness that we want in life? To me, it does. It did. And it will always do. But too much hope can be fatal. I know it damn well because I've been there, and I've risked my entire heart for the hope of just becoming "happier" than I ever was. It wasn't wrong but my mistake was, I forgot that too much of goodness does ruin. Regardless of whether too much of heart being put out or too much hope, both were mistakes. My humanly mistakes as a girl who was ignorantly happy and in love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For once, life taught me that I haven't put my hope on the right place, the place where it deserves to be. I finally realized. The reason I ended up with a torn heart was because, I put it on SOMEONE. You see, whenever we put hopes on humans, they'll always fail us, sooner or later. I forgot that there is only one who will never fails me. He was with me all along but I failed to put my hopes on Him. I forgot that only He who deserves my all. I forgot Him. My another mistake. The biggest one in fact.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As time goes by, we humans tend to get carried away when we are at the peak of happiness in our life. We forget every consequences that might await us. Well I did. Being with him, I unconsciously set my hopes higher and higher each day, because I thought that I am definitely gonna be happier than today when I open my eyes tomorrow. Because I was so confident that when I do, he will be the first thing that I would see. I believed that we were forever. And as long as we're together, there'll be no sorrow that we couldn't ward off. But it just didn't occur in my mind that maybe someday, he could leave. Honestly, I didn't even thought of it. Not even once.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Throughout my life, I've never been happier the moment I first fell in love with him. To me, he was my first love. It never felt like true love before I was with him. There wasn't a single thing that I regret. Even until now, all that we had are still my greatest treasure. Randomly I'd smile each time our memories played in my head. I still feel the warmth. The comforting warmth of him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before, it was my dad. And now, it's him. Both are the men I used to have all my hopes on. For once, they did convince me that they will make me the happiest girl ever. They did. It's just that, it wasn't meant to be forever even they did promise me so. The moment I've lost my hope on my dad, he came to me and gave me new hope. Now that he decided to leave too, I can only depend on God. Only He knows everything that I hope for now and only He understands when I silently "talk" to Him with my tears. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's new year again. Even I was always left hurt because of one divine thing called hope, I will never ever lose any. Because like I said, hope keeps me survive this life. This rocky brief life of mine. The difference is, this time I've learnt my lessons. The right amount and the right place to put it on, this is the way I'll eventually find my happiness. I hope. </span><br />
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bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-42089650859917715232012-12-28T12:33:00.001+08:002012-12-28T12:35:13.888+08:00Speechless<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">There were too many things that happened to us, between us and around us that I don't have the strength to write everything down anymore. </span><br />
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<br />bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-53281305273928995022012-12-12T07:24:00.000+08:002012-12-31T08:50:49.556+08:00Zodiac<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yesterday I talked to someone who happened to have the exact same situation like what I'm going through right now. One thing that caught my attention was how good he understands people's characteristics through his observation with guidelines from what we called, zodiac. Obviously we can't put our faith in this thing, I know. What I'm trying to tell is, even if there was no such thing as zodiac exists, I do still think that our birth to this world, like for example the time of birth, hold the mysteries in telling how our characteristics will be. And again, I'm not saying that what I said just now is true. It is just my humanly-prone-to-making-mistakes personal opinion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just now I googled something about 'jodoh'. Yes, I'm still in mourn for what have happened. I was trying to find some religious articles about jodoh, something that I think maybe could coax my heart a bit. And one of the results that came out was <a href="http://www.tipsmencarijodoh.com/jodoh-idaman/pilihan-jodoh-sesuai-zodiak.html" target="_blank">"Pilihan Jodoh Sesuai Zodiak"</a>. Lain yang dicari lain yang diklik kan. Sigh. This is what actually made me remember yesterday's conversation, and what makes me want to write this piece right now. What I found was pretty much 'kena' with our characteristics. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As for mine, "cenderung menikah di usia cukup dewasa" tu memang sah-sah tak betul. Hehe. I want to be a 'legal' partner to my man, and I want us to improve our amal to Him, together. Be his wife during this life and be his wife in Jannah too. It's really nice just to think about it right? When we have the one person we love the most by our side, striving for the afterlife eternal happiness, what else would I want in this world other than this? Tears, please hold yourself from falling. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As for his, what can I say? They do sound like the truth. The commitment part was exactly like what he told me himself. He told me that he's uncomfortable with us being too close now. But we were even closer before and we've never been any happier. Strange. It stuns me sometimes to see how people can change that much. But yes, people do change. I changed too. I guess it's my fault for being too happy and to have thought that this will never happen to us. But what can I do, my feet were swept off the ground and he took me flying really high. Just when everything seems so beautiful when we were further from the ground, I never thought that he would let me go and I couldn't even get up again after I fell.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But still, I don't even know why I'm still loving him. Maybe that's what happens when we truly love someone not just for his good side, but for the other side as well. I think. Or maybe it's just plain stupidity. I don't know. I wish I could fall asleep for years and wake up to see what's waiting for me there. It's just too painful to stay awake now. Dear Allah, please help me out of this grief. Please. </span></div>
bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-2830019426626067512012-12-03T03:19:00.001+08:002012-12-12T07:25:11.436+08:00I'm All Broken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-23857001149873000212012-11-18T05:54:00.000+08:002012-11-18T06:09:42.537+08:00Sapphires Really Do You Good<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">Well since I really really heart blue sapphires, I can't help but googling everything about it. From images to the detailed facts about sapphires. And what I found did amaze me. Do you know that sapphire can actually gives impact to our mind by just looking at it? </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Actually I wanted to </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">write all about what good this beautiful precious stone can bring us in my <a href="http://bridewhisperer.blogspot.com/2012/11/i-dream-of-blue-sapphire-wedding-ring.html">previous entry</a>, but I guess I'll just be cramping everything there.</span></span></div>
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mineral, only next to diamond. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sapphires
possess higher clarity values than emeralds and rubies and come in many
colours but the most popular are the blue ones. <sub><span style="font-size: small;">Well even </span></sub>the the blue has many shades. I think this <a href="http://www.crossjewelers.com/products/how_to_buy_sapphire.asp?FolderID=53">chart</a> might help. My favourite would be the rich intense royal blue.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">According to Ancient Persians the
Earth rested on a giant <span style="font-size: small;">s</span>apphire and it was the stone's
reflection that colored the sky. Sapphires are a
favorite gemstone for royalty and often associated with loyalty and dignity. </span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It has long symbolized truth, sincerity, and faithfulness. This makes it perfect for engagement, wedding and anniversary rings.
<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Yay!)</span> It is also believed that if the wearer is unfaithful or has done something wicked or impure, the sapphire will lose its shine and refuse to glow. Sangat menarik!</span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It can change colour! Cool.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Perhaps the most important attribute of <span style="font-size: small;">s</span>apphire was said
to be that of protection against sorcery. It is said to lessen
the powers of the cast spells of evil ones or evil spirits</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> and reflects the harmful spells back to the sender</span>. Royalty has been long wearing sapphires to </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">cast away envy, to ward all evil and gain divine favors. No wonder the British royalty are so obsessed with sapphires<span style="font-size: small;">!</span> Have you noticed Pricess Diana's and Kate Middleton's engagement ring?</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They share the same <a href="http://magazine.motilo.com/princess-diana/">engagement ring</a>.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sapphire was also thought to have strong medical powers. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Its powers include spiritual enlightenment
and inner peace. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Blue sapphire</span> was thought to increase the life span and to end headaches, nightmares, and nosebleeds when placed on the forehead. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In ancient Persia, ground sapphires were used as an all purpose medicine. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">People also took sapphire as an antidote for poison and poisonous bites. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">At one
time it was
credited to remove all impurities and foreign matter from the eye. The
method is to dip it in a bowl of water and the water is then used for
rinsing the eyes.</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Boleh rendam dalam air buat bilas mata lagi. Extra cool!</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sapphire is the September birthstone as well as the accepted anniversary gem
for the 5th and 45th years of marriage. A ring with a sapphire stone was alleged to bring wisdom and compassion
to its owner. When disaster is near, the stone takes on a chalky
appearance, which last<span style="font-size: small;">s</span> until the danger passe<span style="font-size: small;">s</span>. Naturally, the wearer will experience inner peace. It is also said to aid
the wearer in memory and in mental recall, focus and concentration. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Very interesting right? </span>Without doubt, I am sooo getting sapphire wedding rings for us. Wish us luck for our ring hunting soon! </span></span></div>
bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-64371681065722614982012-11-18T01:59:00.002+08:002012-11-18T02:51:45.745+08:00I Dream Of A Blue Sapphire Wedding Ring!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: small;">There. I've said it, out loud. But why sapphire? Why not the all-time-favorite-for-weddings diamond? I still remember when I was a little girl, I'd always had this thought that we should never use other colourful gems except for colourless diamonds for weddings, because I haven't seen anyone with coloured gemstone wedding ring, YET. Sigh. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well, I would just say that among of all the precious stones that exist in this world, I like blue sapphire the most. No, I LOVE blue sapphires the most. And for this reason alone, I think it already explains why I would want a 1.0 carat solitaire royal blue sapphire ring with platinum setting as my wedding ring. <span style="font-size: small;">Berangan lagi<span style="font-size: x-small;">...Yeah, I know.</span> -_- </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I purposely choose solitaire ring for my wedding to match with my groom's ring which will only be having one single sapphire stone. Macam pelik je lelaki pakai cincin ada banyak-banyak batu. Yes or no? Lagi pun, sweet jugak kan kalau mula-mula kahwin start dengan cincin satu batu, lepas tu dapat lagi cincin on anniversaries yang berbatu-batu dan bercarat-carat pulak kan? Haha. I personally like this seacrest ring design so much. Simple look yet elegant and interesting.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally heart <a href="http://www.brilliantearth.com/Sapphire-Seacrest-Ring-with-Diamond-Accents-White-Gold-BE138BD16R10-SB6RD/" target="_blank">this</a> design. But how will it looks like with no little diamonds embellishment? Lets see...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like <a href="http://www.brilliantearth.com/news/solitaire-engagement-rings/" target="_blank">this</a> perhaps?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tapi design tak seacrest macam <a href="http://www.brilliantearth.com/news/solitaire-engagement-rings/" target="_blank">ni</a> pun cantik jugak. Ah sudah. Having second thoughts here.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh and btw, I came across a nice <span style="font-size: small;">ring </span>design <span style="font-size: small;">for men. Speaking of his ring, we<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">went surveying<span style="font-size: small;"> for wedding rings in Diamond & Plati<span style="font-size: small;">num One Utama few weeks ago where Adib<span style="font-size: small;"> tried on a really nice <span style="font-size: small;">full<span style="font-size: small;">-</span>polished platinum ring with a small diamond embellishment<span style="font-size: small;">. I told him I like that design a lot beca<span style="font-size: small;">use it looks so <span style="font-size: small;">perfect</span> on his finger<span style="font-size: small;">. He said that the ring was nice but </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">he <span style="font-size: small;">prefers</span> a combination of matte and polished finish for his ring. </span>T</span>ak macho kalau lelaki pakai yang berkilat sangat. Hum, make sense.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm trying to imagine this ring with a royal blue sapphire instead of diamond.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Berangan berangan jugak, a</span>da ke kedai yang nak melayan custom design dengan bajet tak seberapa ni. Haih<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">,</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">w</span>ake up please.</span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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For
centuries, sapphires have been associated with wisdom, fidelity and
purity, making them popular in engagement, anniversary, and spiritual
jewelry. According to "Valuable Stones," sapphires have historically
been worn by royalty and priests because they were believed to protect
the wearer from physical harm and envy.<br />
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Read more: <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">Interesting Facts About Sapphires | eHow.com</a> <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr</a></div>
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For
centuries, sapphires have been associated with wisdom, fidelity and
purity, making them popular in engagement, anniversary, and spiritual
jewelry. According to "Valuable Stones," sapphires have historically
been worn by royalty and priests because they were believed to protect
the wearer from physical harm and envy.<br />
<br />
Read more: <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">Interesting Facts About Sapphires | eHow.com</a> <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr</a></div>
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For
centuries, sapphires have been associated with wisdom, fidelity and
purity, making them popular in engagement, anniversary, and spiritual
jewelry. According to "Valuable Stones," sapphires have historically
been worn by royalty and priests because they were believed to protect
the wearer from physical harm and envy.<br />
<br />
Read more: <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">Interesting Facts About Sapphires | eHow.com</a> <a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr" style="color: #003399;">http://www.ehow.com/facts_7517836_interesting-sapphires.html#ixzz2CVIEcbmr</a></div>
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bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-48249886779160877932012-11-14T15:03:00.000+08:002012-11-18T02:18:46.417+08:00We Were Fourteen When We First Met<div style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: medium; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Three years back exactly on this date, there was a guy and a girl who went out for a movie together. It was their first time, a movie for just the two of them. They were long lost classmates, years back when they were both fourteen. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Secretly, they were both each other’s huge crush back in school but they’ve never </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">told anyone. Through the whole year as classmates, they had barely talked to each </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">other. The girl felt that maybe the guy hated her for some reasons. While the guy felt that the girl wasn’t really interested in him. A year passed and the guy left town and went to a new school. They’ve never seen each other again since then but the feeling they had was neatly kept in their hearts.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Until one day, September 22nd 2009, the guy appeared in front of the girl’s house. It was the fourth day of Raya and the guy was back in town catching up with some old friends. But there he was, just him standing handsomely in front of the door. There was something about that look that made the girl’s heartbeat gone crazy. She was nervous but didn’t know why. That was the first time they’ve seen each other again after six years.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So they got each other’s numbers and texted almost every day. Until one fine day, the guy asked the girl out for a movie. It wasn’t intended to be a date, just two old friends going for a movie. At least that was what they both had in mind. Duhh. It was the movie that people talked about all year--2012.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">That’s the story of how I met my soul mate and here I am now, writing everything here about our preparation for the big day. To Adib my dearest, this entry is specially for you. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you and always will no matter what. And the love you’ve showered me with will forever be my greatest treasure. May our plans be in ease the life we choose together be blessed with happiness and triumph. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I love red! I love every shades of red. But to be precise, the shade of red that has been my favourite of all time is "merah darah" or cranberry-like scarlet red. Sounds very vampish right? Yeah, I guess so. I've been known by almost all of my friends for liking red so much. So for that, I'm thinking of putting on a mermaid cut dress of this colour. As for my handsome groom, he can match his black suit with a tie or a shirt from the same shade with my dress. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Everything else, the background, the theme, the dais, I want them to be WHITE. Oh I love white as well. Especially in weddings. And put in mind people, this cranberry-like scarlet red can only be worn by US on that day. Yes, exclusively for the bride and the groom ONLY. Have you ever saw a picture of both of the pengantin on the dais together with their friends and families, and you were like staring at that picture for quite a while and finally said to yourself, "Mana satu pengantin ni, nampak macam sama je pengantin dengan dayang-dayang." Even worse, warna pelamin pun sama. That's just sad okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I mean, come on. It is your wedding and you have all the right in the world to be EXCLUSIVE. And this includes the colour of your dresses too, ladies. You don't wanna be 'invisible' or mistaken for a bridesmaid or worst, overshadowed by your own pengapit. Lagi-lagi kalau pengapit tu lagi hot dari pengantin. It's the end of the world for you, bride. Okay, enough of that. I've found some fabulous palettes of reds from <a href="http://theperfectpalette.com/" target="_blank">theperfectpalette.com</a> and I was melted by the minute I saw them.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gosh I'm so in love with the stunning red lips and the vintage car! I want! I want! I want!</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Since our wedding will be exactly on Valentine's day, I think red sure screams LOVE. Sukanya berangan!!! Haha. Haih, rindu pulak kat Adib. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*tiba-tiba*</span></span></div>
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bridewhispererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04743448665073120633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3508756718838056921.post-29437897732932041222012-11-01T13:02:00.001+08:002012-11-17T05:38:16.610+08:00It's November Again<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">It was a few Novembers back, where the sweetest thing that could ever happen in my life started -- YOU and I. And today, it's November again. How time flies, but it still feels like it was just yesterday you and I had our first everything together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever.</i></span></span><i> </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I love you.</span></span> </div>
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