The Finalists with Kristal FM

Short Note:
Gosh! Everyone (I mean all the other nominees) has already start campaigning for the Blog of the Year and I'm still munching and channel surfing. Better start do something now...


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I'm terribly sorry Brunei Fishing. I just realized that I'd missed you out in the above poster (or whatever you like to call it). Forgive me?

Here are the finalists

* Nonnie King - Best Personal Blog
* Kurapak - Best Local Scene
* Anak Brunei - Best Photo Blog
* Brunei Fishing - Best Lifestyle Blog
* Arab-families - Best Specialty Blog
* Ranoadidas - Wildcard entry

So,

Did you hear us on the radio yesterday?

If you didn't... I'm sorry, its definitely your lost. *kekekkekekkee*

All the top 6 nominees for Blog of The Year were invited to the Jenny M show but only 5 of us turned up. BruneiFishing was probably busy fishing in the sea. Any catch guys?

It was definitely one of a kind experience for me going on air live with the celebrity bloggers interviewed by Jenny M. Like what Hafiz said to me in MSN justnow, "I have never thought that you'll go so far with your blog."

Me neither.

When I first started blogging, I even had to bug my friends to read my blog. And my daily hit never exceeds more than 10, and half of them was contributed by yours truly. Pathetic huh?

So for you peeps who just started blogging, don't give up! Your blog will get noticed one day as long as you keep updating and not just leave a line saying that you're on HIATUS and let your blog rot. Of course, your blog contents matter too.

I sat between the two big shots, Rano and Reeds, and I definitely felt threatened. Hahhahaha.

Oh by the way, if you're new to my blog.. I repeat again.

Please remember that my blog URL,

K-I-S-I-C-H

derived from my name. KI-ng SI-aw CH-in. Ignored what Reeda said on air claiming that it means CHICKEN WING!





Can you imagine?
My tag line will be - Spiritual Garden. Ain't no thing but a Chicken Wing!

If you're a Foochow, you probably will thought so too. Because in Foochow, chicken wing sounds like keeaa-sik.

Don't ask me how to read my blog url.. I'll probably just layan you and say its "kee-seech".

The interview went on smoothly. I thought I'll get really nervous but most of the time, I was either paying attention to what they're saying, checking out the number of buttons on the control panel, and looking at the scenery outside. Seriously, I'll die for an office like that. High on the hill and by the sea. Good fengshui!

The show was filled with lots of laughters because these peoples are all natural born comedians! And my colleague who happened to tune in that time said all she heard was me laughing at the background. My signature laughter with manly voice.

And I can't even remember why was I laughing like that..
(Refer to below photo)

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The Mafias and the little girl in between, checking out the earphone.

I could even hear shutter clicking everytime Marul took pictures in the studio!

There was a monitor facing us so that we could check out the studio webcam and the live chatroom. Most of the time, people were asking who is the guy sitting beside Jenny. If you still have no idea until now, he's Azmi. He's the one who contacted us for the interview, also the one who called us up to pick our prizes.

Azmi & Jen

I can't help but think, do all DST staffs look so stunning? I mean, check out Jenny and Azmi!

And there was DJ Tina too, who was really nice and greeted me with a warm fuzzy smile when I stepped in the studio.

Of course, that includes you Marul too!
In my eyes, you're equally stunning.

Okay, my bad for snapping your picture when you're "concentrating" on your shots.


Group photo before we head for lunch

Walking over to the canteen

Told you that I use backpack to work instead of every teachers' favorite Guess bag. Do you believe me now? That's my usual working attire. Baju kurung, backpack and a pony tail. So casual that you'll definitely miss me out in a crowd. I was never the center of attraction.

It was really nice of Mr. Shaikh Khalid to bring us lunch all the way from KB.

Nasi Talam

The lunch would be perfect if the canteen can be 5 degree Celsius cooler. Again, all of us sat around the table and talked about blogs, hate comments and spams. Its really sad to see that there's a lot (jobless) people who tends to use our blogs as a platform to release their angers or complains, saying names and giving us hate comments/ mails just because.

Can you believe that even a harmless site like Kurapak's get hate comments too? What is wrong with those people? (And Rano said Alin called him late night and cried about it. Hahhahaha! Of course, he's just kidding)

After lunch, we headed back to the studio. Not for another interview session, but to sabotage the second group's interview. Hehehehe. We have no life.

The room we monkeyed around.

As you can see, that's the room we played with the instruments and posed like rock stars.

This, is Rano's idea

lining up according to our height.

Jenny interviewing Mr. Khalid and Alin

Mr. Khalid added in another B$500 cash and Jenny asked all of us what are we going to sponsor. Alin said B$100 and a t-shirt, Rano andang sponsoring B$300.00 cash and a t-shirt. Then when Reeda was asked, he said "VW Toureg would be fun".

Car model got lah.

And when Jenny asked me, I answered, "Well... I guess I can make a card?" and the instant reply I got was, "Not interested".

Sad lah. I know its worthless but I really have no spare cash to spend. I told the guys the real reason behind my Mission King-Possible during lunch and Rano shouted in despair, "Oh no! If Nonnie's gonna say it, then everybody will be voting for her!"

I wish I can Rano. I wish I can.

I remembered when Jenny asked me "Any last words before you go Nonnie?". Without a second thought, I answered...

"I NEED MONEY! VOTE FOR ME!"

There you go. Nonnie, straight forward and blunt as usual. You just ain't gonna hear nice sweet sentences from me with big vocabs because this is me.

Anyway to conclude this post, I'm going to campaign a little.

Reeda said if he win Blog of the Year, he'll give me his old laptop... provided I managed to grad it from his daughters. I had sold hundreds, maybe even thousands of laptops but I don't even own one myself. Sad or not?

Alin said if I give him some votes and he win Blog of the Year, he'll give me some cash.
*cough* Back door deal yo! *cough*

Rano, Mr. Khalid and BruneiFishing didn't offer me anything pun.

By the way, Alin also said that if he won the award, he's going to change his look to John Lennon-ish. If you can't imagine how he'll look like, here... I give you a hand.

Don't vote for Kurapak! Else he'll look like this!

Alin... Don't lah. Your current look with that "dan" very nice already. Don't change lah. You sure you want to wear those round glasses kah?

p/s: If you win the award, let me pluck one strand of your "dan" !

Final group picture

As for now, I'm going to make myself a banner asking for votes too. Those guys acted real fast and super kiasu lah.

I cannot lose too.

VOTE FOR ME NOW!!!

Pyjama Movie Night

It was such a wonderful night!
Congrats to Big Brother Reeds for holding this successful event!

Spot me

I was wearing a black satin nightie, with a black tube inside (in order to cover more flesh), and another satin jacket to keep me warm. I wish I could wear what I normally wear at home but my tee has too many holes in them that its gonna appear more sexy than the nightie.

Most people actually thought that I wasn't following the dress code! And I had to slip off my jacket and showed them my shoulder and a little of my back to defend myself.

*pfffffff*

And Miss WittyMau tricked me in taking off my jacket. She went, "I like your jacket, can I try?" .Without a second thought, I took off my jacket and she chucked in on the coffee table.

Just like how she tricked Atul to come for the movie night.
Nice one hun.

The GirliesL-R: Tina, Atul, Maurina and Nonnie.

And when they saw me, all they asked was... "Mana si Bobby?", and not "How are you Nonnie?".

o_O

Minutes later, Bobby arrived with his favorite "iPood" shirt, basketball pants and a pair of sneakers... which totally turned me off.


First thing I said to him was, "Why are you wearing your sport shoes? You don't wear them to bed do you? Not ngam lah the feel... Spoil eh. You should be wearing slippers lah."

He answered innocently, "Because... I don't feel like wearing slippers...."

"Why?"

"They stink.."

Great. Yet you dare to call me smelly.
Kanasai.



The movie was great. I left my tissues in the car and wet his shoulder, while worrying about my non-waterproof mascara and eyeliner. I thought I'm gonna look like a racoon or some goth princess when they turned on the lights.

After the movie, we stayed back a little for the food and catch up with each other sharing gossips that couldn't be shared over the blogosphere. They kept asking me to stay a little longer but I couldn't, because I was going to drive back alone to Seria! And the time was already approaching 11pm.


It was big breakthrough for me to drive alone at such late hours. And a stupid suicidal lizard nearly got me killed by passing the road so slowly. I wasn't driving very fast... only at the speed of 80 ~ 90 km/hr. Lucky there's no car on the opposite lane else you'll be seeing me hitting the headlines today.



Four days of not blogging kind of make me feel a little rusty now.

Stay tune for ....

Our interviews with Jenny. M

in the next post.

I think I'm going to get punished for having too much fun with the bloggers lately.
I can sense tons of work coming up.

I can blog!

Espeed has been acting up again.

Funny. I can log in to my MSN but I can't surf.
And later to my surprise, I only can surf with IE, and not Mozilla or Safari.

Then later I realized I can check my mails but not log in to blogs...

After that, I found out that I can surf Rano's blog... then Maurina's, and Tina's!
Even kennysia, cheesie's and pinkpau's!

But not mine, Xiaxue's and all other blogspotters.

Well, at least, I can blog now.
I guess I'll just read 'em from my Google reader.

Just got back from the Pjyama Movie Night.
Will blog about it later.

As for now, I need to get some rest.

Chao Chao.

Ah....Ah... Alasan

Teachers tend to do that I noticed. Primary teachers especially.
The "Ah.. Ah...Ah..." thingie waiting for student's answer.

Example:
Students, what day is today?
Today is Saaaaaaaa...Saaaaaaaa.... Saaaaaaa..... Saaaaaaa-tur-day.

Starts the word from a high pitch then end with a super draggy low tone.

Anyway, have you guys heard of the "Lazy Bug" kids song?

你是懒惰虫，
你是懒惰虫，
你的一身都是痛，
又是眼睛痛，
又是肚子痛，
你的一身都是痛。

Goes like this in English...
(loosely translated)

You're a lazy bug,
You're a lazy bug,
You feel pain everywhere in your body,
Your eyes hurt,
Then your tummy hurts,
You feel pain everywhere in your body.

Sarcastic right?
This song is dedicated to those kids out there who can come up with all sorts of excuses to skip work. Used to sing it a lot innocently when I was a kid not knowing the real meaning behind it.

I even created my own lyrics into it with all the places of our body.

Your eyes hurt,
Then your hands hurt,
And your legs hurt too,
And your stupid brain as well!

Very fun loving song. Okay, maybe not so loving.
But definitely fun.

Still one of my favorite song to sing entertaining myself when I get annoyed by irresponsible and/or lazy bums pushing their work to me. Of course, only if they don't understand then baru I dare to sing.

And last last Sunday, we had a mini coloring contest for the FT kids. Those aunties and uncles brought them to KB's Jubilee Park and I was asked to be one of the judges.

The contest was divided into 12 below and 12 above.

12 below just colour the below drawing..

And 12 above free drawing...

Sekali, a boy returned us his master piece just minutes later.

We saw the drawing and asked, "Do you think you want to colour more?", and he answered swiftly "No. It's done."

His Masterpiece

"How about the building? Don't you wanna colour them?"

"Nope, the building is white in colour."

"The ambulance?"

"White."

"The Police cars?"

"White also."

"Background?"

"It's one fine day. Got sun and cloud liao mah."


o_O

You say lah, puke blood or not?

Hippidy-Hop Sunday

I just talked to SL yesterday that it has been quite some time I blogged my (boring) routine. You know, the whole "Woo! I'm eating this! Must take picture and blog!" and the "I did that today and I'm blogging it and letting everyone knows now."

Hope you fellows won't get bored over reading this silly post, that was suppose to be title

"How Miss Spiritual Garden spent her 6th April 2008"

Here goes.

So, I woke up at 8am feeling all excited. Looking out my window every time I heard a car passing by waiting for Bobby anxiously.

Even though we'd dated for coming 4 years, I still have butterflies in my stomach everytime.... okay, most of the time when I see him.

(Why not every time? Because that kanasai either drove too slow or took the wrong turn and ended up showing late. Grrrrr)

I waited.... and waited.... tick tock tick tock.

"Hmm.... Shall I brush my teeth and eat breakfast first? Or save my smelly breathe and give him a sweet "surprise" him upon his arrival? But then, he drives so slow... don't know what time arrive leh....Aiyoooo. Sien.... Decision decision decision..."

In the end, tummy won.
Smelly breathe wasted. Damn.

But it was the right choice though. Mr. T (Turtle, safe and slow) text me that he's on his way at 9.30am, and arrived at almost 11am.

Tell me who on earth still takes 1 and half hour to travel from BSB to Seria or the other way round ever since the highway was built and some more the Telisai road was expanded into double lanes?

Reason is simple, he drives with an ah-pek speed of 80km/hr, max... 100km/hr.

Says save fuel and also tyres.

-_-"

Which reminds me of don't when, I asked him if he'll get any of those sport cars and drive fast when he starts working and has the money? Still he said no, reasons again were tyre and fuel. Seriously, don't be surprise if one day you saw him riding bicycle to work. Save him time finding a parking too isn't it?

HAHHAHAHHAHAA.

While waiting for Mr. T, I planned to surprise him by making him some green tea ice cream.

B$ 4.90 for one packet

It was pretty easy to make.
Beat yolk with milk. Add powder and beat again. Off to freezer for 3 hours.
The instructions was in Japanese and I was just making assumptions guessing what the heck its trying to say by reading some Chinese words and looking at the drawing.

Didn't follow the exact amount of milk to be added because it was too sweet for me when I tasted the batter. So I added more milk, to make it less sweet and also, more volume for my ice cream later.

Still, I was a little disappointed when I poured the batter into the container.


Because I was expecting a full tub of ice cream that's enough to last us watching "The Bucket List" till the end.

So after pouring it into the container, next was the tough phase.

Putting into the fridge

I kid you not. Putting my ice cream container in my mum's "vegetarian corner" is just like playing Tetris level 9! I was risking my foot, expecting avalanche anytime while taking some of those frozen food out.

I have no idea how she did it in the first place.
Maybe all housewives have that super power? Or they're just great in puzzles.

So Bobby arrived and I bugged him to take me to drop by Chicken King and meet Liza but we arrived late. Instead I met GorgeousTheBodyshopLover , Ms. Tyyra and IskandarTheGlutton. It was a pure coincidence. Everyone look forward to bump into Liza but she left early.

We sat together and chit chatted a little.

I asked Iskandar about the Pajamas Movie Night and the conversation became classic! Hahhahaa.

Me: So are you going for the Pajama Movie Night?

Iskandar: Are you?

Me: Ya, I think I'll be going.

Iskandar: What movie is it?

Me: Definitely, Maybe.

Iskandar: Ya, I'm asking what movie?

Me: Defintiely, Maybe!

And everyone was laughing like gila! Good pun.

Yeap I'm going. It's gonna be fun.
Problem now is... I don't know what to wear.

Bobby was a little concerned when I told him that I wanted to wear that black satin nightie but of course, it was a N-O-No for him. He even thought it was a belated April Fool joke when I mentioned that to him.

Because he's afraid that I'll received unwanted and unfriendly comments and I do understand from where's that coming from.

But.. But.. I don't have any pajamas!
What I wear to sleep every night are worn out tees and baggy short pants!

I nearly talked Bobby round wearing that teddy bear boxer I got him last last last last Valentine's day. And Qamaruz told us that he'll be wearing casual and so Bobby knows...

Damn.

Ah, nevermind. I'll figure it out when the day comes.

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Bobby and I went to Bucaneer for lunch, one of my favorite dine-in restaurant despite of the slow service.

We ordered two set lunches.

B$6.00 each which consists of:

A glass of soft drink (your choice)

Soup of the day

Main course
(Mine: Spaghetti Bolognese)

Bobby's

Grilled Fish Fillet with Chips

BAGUS!
SUPERB!

And lastly, dessert~

Strawberry Ice Cream w/ whip cream!

Ooh-La-La.
Tell me where to find? B$6.00 for all these!
(Eh, actually there's 3 restaurants that serves set lunch like that daily. KB-ians are lucky people don't you think?)

The Chubbies

Take a look at my shirt. Those are the hands of Mr. Tickle. It was quite distracting to most people because of where the hands are reaching. And Bobby loves that shirt.

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So, are you ready for my Macha ice cream?

*Drum rolls*

Served with cocktail

Not bad leh? Like what you get from Excapade leh.
Bobby said it's sweeter and less bitter compare to E and of course, whatever I make he also (HAVE TO!) say nice one lah.


Anyway, this ice cream was made for him to wish him good luck on his first day of work tomorrow, 7th April.

All the best big boy. I belanja you ice cream, you belanja me abalone ya.
For now, let me think where to eat when you get your first pay check.

Bird nest? Shark fin? Lobster?
Oh yes, BUDDHA JUMPS OVER THE WALL!
MUAHA- MUAHA-MUAHAAHAHAHAHAA!

The Princess Syndrome

Have anyone heard of a mental disease named

"THE PRINCESS SYNDROME"?

As nice as it sounds like teaming with the lovely word "Princess", it is nothing good actually. Hello? Did you even notice that the word "Princess" is followed by "Syndrome", which literally means - a type of negative behavior or mental state that is typical of a person in a particular situation -or- a combination of medical problems that commonly go together, which might show the existence of a particular disease or mental condition.

Princess Syndrome: A mental state that a female exhibits out of reverse sexism. Because she is unaware of her sexism, she will claim to deserve supreme aristocratic rights from a partner due to her looks or her child-bearing "pain." Any brainwashed man will give her tangible things and emotional sublimity to stop her, and she will only demand more.

From Urbandictionary.

"Princess" was never my kinda thing. True that I once dreamed of being a princess and seriously, which girl at the age of 3 - 8 doesn't. But once I was old enough to put my brain in (maybe not-so) proper use, I came to think of certain silly comments about Princesses such as...

Why do all (Brothers Grimm FairyTale) princesses got to be so weak and stupid?
Take Cinderella for example.

Why did Cinderella choose to ran back home and continue her "amah" job instead of enjoying the freedom in the outside world after the clock struck 12 midnight?

She could have set up a boutique and sell those fairytale-like gowns like what Giselle did in "Enchanted" what, since she can just sing or whistle and get her working crew and feed them with cheese or bread. Cheap labour yo. Or, she's actually a clean freak with OCD?

And.. why worried and ran away when her pretty white gown is turning into rags? I know the answer lah, she's afraid that the prince will saw her in that ugly and buruk dress mah... But, if the prince fall in love with her just because she's all pretty and damn chun on that night, and can't even recognized her the next day sampai need to use the glass slipper to find her... Isn't that pathetic? Whatever happened to "True Love" huh?

After all, the prince will be seeing her bare face without make up after they kahwin what. Better see it and get used to it first (than pengsan the next morning after their wedding night) isn't it?

'nuff said.
I think you get my point already.

So, back to this "Princess Syndrome" topic.

Recently I had quite an unpleasant experience with a self-titled "Princess" whom I only met for the first time. It was just a random chat between the boyfriend and STP's (STP= Self-titled Princess, her nick from now on) boyfriend.

So Bobby and I bumped into his ex-uni friend and went up to chat a bit. Upon reaching him, we noticed the expression of STP and its definitely not friendly. She's young (at the age of 16 to 17 I think) but old enough to know what "courtesy" means and developed a certain level of EI (Emotional Intelligence).

She was sulking in a corner while Bobby and her boyfriend were catching up with each other and I was keeping a smile on my face in case we saw eye-to-eye. Her boyfriend was sweet enough to get me involved in their chat and STP rolled her eyes and keep pulling his arms asking him to go, as if we're interrupting their lovey-dovey moment.

Like... a 5 yo kid pestering mommy in public.

(Put him in a cage in your room lah ban.)

I'm not sure if her boyfriend already get used to her manja-ness or what, but he seems to develop an immunity against her childish act. He continued talking as if nothing happened.

And just when we're about to go, STP's boyfriend invited us for dinner because their (Bobby and his) other friends will be there. Of course, we rejected. It was obvious that we're unwelcome in STP's eyes and right after her boyfriend asked, she starred at us as if we're some sort of an evil boyfriend-attention-thieves, and continued pulling and dragging him away.

The moment we left them I turned to Bobby and asked, "Err..How old is she again? 5.. or 6?". He just shrugged, smiled and said, "I think she's always like that".

"I salute your friend lah."

And so I told a friend (who happens to know STP) about this incident. Same like Bobby, he answered, "Don't care her lah.. she andang like that one. She think she Princess bah".

o_O"

I thought Princess is suppose to be pretty, nice and loved by everyone? Unfortunately, Princess nowadays mean - spoiled, bad-tempered and extremely jealous. And when someone call you a princess, it's no longer a compliment, more like a mockery - to me lah.

I was googling "Princess Syndrome" and I came across this.
Must read! Too good to miss!

Princess syndrome is a mental disease that’s effecting millions of females worldwide, females that have princess syndrome are usually dumb, slutty, attention whore seeking wanna-be princesses.

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Symptoms

• Extreme insecurity
• Urge to be the center of attention (read: attention whore)
• Never taking responsibility for anything
• Wanting everyone to know she’s a princess
• Drama queen

Source from: Dating Resources.


I had a good laugh.

And if you know how to read Chinese, this from Uncyclopedia makes me giggle every time I read.

以三十歲以下為主要族群，其中高達八成為在學學生，又以大學生為好發對象。一般而言，30歲後許多女性的公主症候群會痊癒，是因為市價暴跌而不敢張狂，轉變為追婚症候群。這種女性多數在家都被細心疼愛，以為全天下男人都會像家人一樣疼愛自己。

(Says: Happen to most females at the age of below 30 and 80% are students. In most cases, females who have Princess Syndrome will recovered after they pass the age of 30, due to depreciation, and later evolved to DBS, Desperate Baby Syndrome)

Eh wait, sounds sexist eh.
Never mind.

I don't mind people calling themselves Princess because its their lives, their choices. And I do know some STP who's actually quite nice and live in reality.

And I do not hold grudges against STP as long as they behaved like normal person and doesn't feel any superior than the "commoners", order everyone around them, thinks that everyone should agrees with her and obey her "commands".

Look Ma, I'm a Princess!

Princess? What Princess?
I rather be that average girl that will be liked and accepted by most.

(Bobby called me his "King", seldom Princess)

Calling yourself a princess is okay.
As long as you don't think everyone around you is your servant.
Unless, you're a real princess.



p/s: Die lah.. Sure a lot of girls out there kana offended and I'm going to get lots of hate comments liao.

Getting hitched!

Not me of course....
Few more years later maybe.. but definitely not now. Gotta give some time for Bobby to save enough to buy me that beberapa carat diamond ring ;) kan?


However, I managed to fool a couple of friends with ":D I'm getting hitched!" for my personal message in MSN.

Silly Alex (not SL, the other Alex, Alex Lim.. Gosh. I do know a handful of Alex(s) don't I) fell for that and asked why so sudden. You know lar, when you tell a lie, you got to make another one to cover it up right?

The conversation went like this.

Alex: When?

Me: ASAP

Alex: Why so sudden?

Me: You say leh?

Alex: YOU PREGNANT?

Me: If not?

Alex: How did it happen?

Me: How I know wor....

Alex: So now how?

Me: I also don't know... I haven't tell my mum yet.. and now Bobby still jobless.. I really don't know what to do la. But, tak kan I go for abortion right?

Alex: Ya lor. Very hard leh like that...

Me: (A bit sick of making up stories... scare ketulahan later)

Me: Eh, you don't know what is today's date kah?

Alex: No. What day is today?

Me: April 1st

Alex : KIMxK! You're definitely going to get it from me when I get back.

Me: Like that you also believe one..

Alex: How I know. You so random

Even my best friend 48 fell for it and asked when also... -___-" I know sometimes I portray myself like an "October Vegetable" (desperate woman), but wedding is every woman's dream. I'm not going to ching-chai simply hamtam plan it.

Like my friend, they took one whole year to plan their wedding.. Even though every time when I asked them the progress their replies will be, "Har.. Don't know wor. Haven't think yet."

Last Saturday, they went to Empire Hotel for their pre-wedding photo shoots. And of course, I wanted to get involved so I dragged SL along and also asked Bobby to go there as well, to gain experience. *tsk tsk*

My pretty friend

I'm really not used to seeing her with that thick make-up. And I really had an urge to peel her faux lashes just to feel the sensation. But nevertheless, she's still super-duper pretty in my eyes.

Moving her ki-li-ka-lak up the buggy

We volunteered ourselves as her free coolie.

Sigh.. see the size of her eyes and mine...

Back in the days (which is... almost 10 years ago), we used to guess and predict who will be the first to get married and now, we know the answer.

Our predictions are damn chun.
She's cute, kind, patience with a kawaii voice, can cook can bake can clean too. She's the full package! I mean, who doesn't want to marry her?

If only I can share the stories of James proposing.... Damn funny you know! All I can say is, a romantic dinner turned into a Mickie-Ds take-away and a girlfriend whose paying more attention to the french fries rather than the diamond ring.

Her lilies bouquet

They spent a night in Empire so that they wouldn't need to rush back Seria after the photo shoot, also... they need a place to change and put on make-up.

Door knob in the middle

The view from their balcony

Practicing the art of camwhoring

Hair Setting

While the bride-to-be gobbled down a packet of chicken rice

Love her lace hair wrap

Theen trying to hide her great "assets" underneath the veil

She felt a bit uncomfortable with that gown she picked. The gown was already altered when she first tried it and she didn't try it after that. Until the photo shoot day, she lost some weight again and the gown didn't fit her weight.

The make-up artist cum hair stylist had to do last minute alteration for her in the room with Empire's sewing kit. Really wrap-mountain-wrap-sea.



Apparently, man also need to be powdered up. That's the charismatic photographer, Kenny with the tacky peace sign. And the bride-to-be doing her last check-up before leaving the room.

Just kidding..

And off we go! To the outdoors~

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Its not an easy task to pose...

- when its for your wedding album

- with sun is glaring

- strangers walking pass by and starring

(James was a bit stiff and giggled when he saw passer-by)

- and photographer directing every movement and where to look...

- and hogging the whole road and car couldn't pass through

(The driver must be swearing because on his left, there's my friends taking photos.
And their right, worse... a forklift traveling in a speed of 5km/hr.)

And most of the time the couple was not looking at the same direction!
As directed by the photographer.

I like this one.. So "Jay".

I realized photographers like to shoot with a very complicated angle.. Or, its just because he loves to lie down on the floor.

Or maybe with that angle, their double chin will be less visible and their body elongated.

Take photos sambil do sit-up maybe?

The bride-to-be's entourage/ kaypo friends/ free coolies

I thought I'll be treated like a princess having my boyfriend and my best guy friend go jalan-jalan with me and I'm damn wrong. Most of the time these two guys ended in their own world ignoring me and talked about movies, dramas, or magazines...

Random pic

This is Pingko Tang. I malas to add a "ng-ng" under her butt.

/abrupt end/