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Alphatin & Jasper: United At Last

It's July and 2011 is maintaining that good feeling it brought in since January.

One of the most recent happenings for July is... my other good friend got married!! Alphatin and Jasper finally took the plunge for happily-ever-after. So she has joined the likes of Mae & James, Pinkstar & Shark, Yilei & Han, and oh-so-many of my other friends who tied the knot. This wedding is equally as memorable for me as it was for Mae & James' because...
  1. Alphatin is my other best friend in the whole wide world apart from Mae (I only consider these two as my best friends even from schooldays);
  2. I have been given the honour to do Alphatin's makeup for her akad nikah;
  3. She selected me to drive the newlyweds to the reception venue in my humble little Phoenix;
  4. She gave me the honour to bless her wedding among her family members;
  5. Her family reserved a seat for me at the main table to dine with the newlyweds among VIPs.
I really feel blessed for having really good friends. Brings back wonderful memories of Mae's wedding last October. To be able to be involved in my best friends' weddings is truly magical to me. Of course, with the happiness of their weddings, I have to admit that I do feel a little sentimental and sad. But only because we've moved on to greater and bigger things in life. I hope that I would take that journey some time in the future too.

Speaking of which, I'm wondering how everyone would react if I do end up with someone of different double R's. I'm 27-years-old and have NEVER had a malay chap interested in me enough to pursue me. Let alone make the first move on. So how??!? Did I sabotage myself intentionally but subconsciously so that no malay guys would be brave enough to get close to me? Sigh... I wished I don't have this internal dilemma. It was so easy for my sisters and girlfriends who knew that they'd only be interested in malay men. But for me, I've always been intrigued/attracted to non-malay men... BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS BRAVE ENOUGH TO APPROACH ME FIRST. Sigh... I probably did this to myself. So am thinking, maybe I should save myself the trouble and just... not settle down... right??

Thing is... I think I... like someone... who is DECIDEDLY and UNDENIABLY of different double R's and even C=citizenship. Hahahahaha... yeah, see how much trouble/complication I could be in? I don't want to jump the gun since nothing has happened between us... nor do I even know for sure that things could happen between us... or is ever going to happen between us... (Sheesh... this is depressing), but in case it does... Wow! I'll need to go on a hiatus to think things through, for sure. This would definitely be HEAVYDUTY.

Sigh... I need help.

Anyways, enough ramblings from me. Here's the newlyweds all smiles and happiness.

Congratulations, Alphatin & Jasper!

Akad Nikah ~ 9th July 2011 ~

Wedding Reception ~ 17th July 2011 ~


Makbed said…

semoga ko pun bertemu jodoh segera tak kisah la ngan bukan melayu pun. heheheh... serina anak chef wan pun ok je dpt asben mat saleh. baby kiut lak tuh.
Shugabelle said…
Insyaallah Makbed...doa2 kan utk aku ye. Kalau ade jodoh, aku ketemu juga ngan dia... :)

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