come rain,come shine.

hello hello.
come rain come shine.

so, the climax of the whole story is my sister's wedding which i will post the pictures later. by the way, my two sisters are now officially Puan. and i'm the happiest sister alive. congratulations kakak(s).
and welcome to our big family Abg Hakim and Abg faiz. we're complete thirteen now. teehee. :D

Alhamdulillah, everythin went smoothly and turned out good. The Akad Nikah ceremony was on 18th Dec and the three receptions were on(23rd, 25th,26th).

dan saya masih rasa penat sampai hari ni walaupun bukan sy yg kawin due to the back and forth journey: Taiping-Ipoh-Subang Jaya. had to go back every weekend before the wedding to help out with the wedding preparations, when the schedule was super packed, with tonnes of workload. i was more like a walking zombie, when i slept only for few hours almost every day. no one to blame but me, guess my imsonia is gettin worse. the worst thing is, everytime i feel too tired, its harder for me to doze off. ironically ironic, it is.

and now im back in ipoh. these 2 weeks gonna be equally hectic, im pretty sure. so, good luck to myself.

ive got another confession to make. letting go is always the hardest thing to do. people always leave kan, and nothing stays forever. i hafta double agree with that. my sisters were sent off to the grooms family right after receptions at groom's side where they have to stay there for a week. it feels different, if you get what i mean. i was so used to have everyone around. it doesnt feel right when one of us left. its the bond btwn us. its true that blood is thicker than water.

i was so used to wake up in the morning with full of noises in the house. and it feels so good when the house is congested with too many people. it just doesnt feel right when the house is empty and you hear nothing but silence. its awful.

a home is never a home without these people. nothing beats the feeling of being home. its the other side of me when im with them.

Bukit Cerakah, 27th Dec 2010.

papa would kiss me on the forehead gently to wake me up for subuh prayer. mama would always cook favourite dishes for her children everytime we get back. elder sisters and brother would always treat me like a manja baby, where i would do the same thing to the younger ones. and the best thing is when you get countless warm hugs that never fail to make you feel better and thats about them, my loved ones, my spinal cord.

rindu dah. :(