Actually you don't because you just.............know.


This post came from the fact that a few friends had asked me on how did I know I was ready to get married *because I was the last one to get married among my group of friends*.

My ideal age to get married was at 31 and have kids at the age of 32. That was what initially planned. 

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My 5 years of relationship did not worked out (personal reasons). To be honest, I freaked out. I was already 27 years old at that point of time. I thought it's gonna take another few years before I found the next man *if I find one* and I had to spend the time and effort all over again before committing to a legal matrimony. 'My plan is not gonna work this time' I said to myself.

At this age, my parents gave me the flexibility of determine my own future. Every girl dream of having a guy like their father. I was not excluded. My dad was the benchmark to find the 'perfect' husband *so I thought*. Then I gave up my plan and thinking I should just go with the flow. If it happen, it will happen. 

Then on the same year that I broke up, I met my now-husband through a friend. It was a hate-relationship at first. My intention, initially, was to hook up my friend and Juan but things change and it became the opposite. At first I thought this feeling that I had was just a rebound. I dig deeper just to know if this is what has been planned by Him. I was 28 years old at that time. 

We got closer and we had our first buka puasa together. We chat a lot and get to know more of each other. As we grew closer, I became so comfortable that I could be myself with him. A month after we  were dating, I told my dad that I wanted to get engage *of course my dad freaked out* and how we got engage was really weird *too long to write it here* but basically it was through a phone call. Talking about technology. Haha.

Although it was just a month, it felt so right and it's hard to even explain using the simplest word. Before, when I asked my friend how do they know that they're ready to spend the rest of their life getting annoyed by their partner, "You'll know when it's time". It's true.

There are no trigger button in our body saying that it is time to get married. It's a form of feeling. It can only happen when you have found the right person. I believe in fate. You can be with that person for 10 years but it doesn't mean that the both of you will end up getting married. Sometimes you just gotta let go of things and let nature take its course. God works in a way that we will not understand but there are reasons behind it.

When we first date, people say that this thing that we have, will not last. But here we are, strolling down the Taj Mahal 'legally'. At the end of the day, if you think what you're about to do is the right thing to do (taking all aspects into consideration), do it cause when you're old, those people who kept criticizing you will not be there to pick you up.

 Juan was currently snoring away while I was typing this post. His snore could be heard miles away. I think some of you can relate it to me right. At times, I'll shake him up as if there were earth quake or I'll put something in his mouth so that he'll wake up. Hahaha. Not funny? Ok fine.

If there is one word I could use to describe Ipoh, it would be historical and wow. I've been to Ipoh numerous times but never actually explore the city. So the last long weekend, me and the parents decided to visit places we've never been before around Perak. We even drove as far into Gopeng and Batu Gajah. They were around 45 minutes drive from the hotel we stayed.

As we arrived, we showered, took some rest and I googled interesting places in Ipoh for our 2nd day. Apparently there are many historical places. Places that we've learnt in our Sejarah text book back in high school.

We spent our first day in the heart of Ipoh. Not anywhere out of the city, so Ipoh Parade it was. We had late lunch and bought some snacks.

The few places that we visited before heading back to Penang were Galeri Sultan Azlan Shah, Istana Kenangan, Gua Tempurung, Kota Ngah Ibrahim.

Wearing jersey blue short sleeve dress from Gurney Plaza, long sleeve stripped top from TLA online, carry-all bag from Changi Airport.

 Out last pit stop before we left for Penang ; Kota Ngah Ibrahim.

The fort was built in the 1870s as the private residence of Ngah Ibrahim, a Malay statesman in Perak. After the murder of J.W.W. Birch, the first British Resident in Perak at Pasir Salak on 1 November 1875, the fort became a court for the trial of Birch's murder.


We wanted to visit the museum but it was closed for renovation.

On our second day of the trip, we also visited the famous Kellie's Castle. I have read a lot about it but never have I step foot here. 

'Yong, mai depan tengok reti buat dak'. I was famous for that in Additional Maths class. I have a love-hate relationship for that subject. Reason was, I hated that subject so much but at the same time I love the teacher who taught us, Cikgu......, I was in science class from Secondary 4 and Secondary 5 and that was the best 2 years of my life.

I even slept through her class sometimes. When that happened, she will call my name out loud and I will like 'oohh,, what just happened?' My friends will be like, passing their answers underneath the table or I'll be forced to compute the calculation on the blackboard....live!

Cikgu Noraini has a very unique sense of fashion. She wears everything with the same color. Tudung, shoes, handbag and baju kurung with the same color and she has the loudest voice ever but she's cute.

Throughout our 2 years of class with her, I have never seen the angry side of her even when we did not complete our homework. I believe she has an unbelievable patience towards her students and she spent time in making sure that you understand whatever that she has taught in class. Sadly, today, we see teachers without passion in educating the young generations. It's all about the money.

In this special day, I would like to wish all teachers who had been motivating me, who even cried because we were hard to handle (let's say the students did not see eye-to-eye with the teacher), to my sports teacher, Sir Madzlan, thank you for pushing me to my maximum limit (like I did kan...) and shape me for who I am today.

Oohh ya, I would like to apologize to my English teacher who had harddddd time in teaching us (we brought makeups into her class,hahaha).

Happy Teacher's Day.

“Just because you fail once doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything.” 

― Marilyn Monroe

This fort was our final destination in Agra before leaving for Chandigarh as the place is situated around 45 minutes drive from where we stayed. 

This place is too far to go by tuk-tuk. So we asked the home stay to arrange for a taxi with A/C. The cost was about Rs 2,700. Be sure to ask the hotel if this price is including the parking fees, petrol (fuel as pronounced by the locals) and toll charges (it travels on highway too).

Sometimes the taxi driver may charge you extra half way through. Telling you that you need to pay for the fuel and toll charges. It's either you bargain or pay for it (you don't want to end up being dumped by the streets half way through the journey). So it's better to discuss the prices together with the hotel reception so that all are clear.

Fatehpur Sikri was the political capital of India's Mughal Empire under Akbar 's reign, from 1571 until 1585, when it was abandoned, ostensibly due to lack of water.

Fatehpur Sikri shared its imperial duties as a capital city with Agra , where a bulk of the arsenal, treasure hoards, and other reserves were kept at its Red Fort for security. During a crisis, the court, harem, and treasury could be removed to Agra, only 26 miles away, less than a day's march.

Innovations in land revenue, coinage, military organisation, and provincial administration emerged during the Fatehpur Sikri years.

Unlike other important Mughal cities (such as Shahjahanabad , which has a very formal planning), Fatehpur Sikri has aspects of informality and improvisation. Indeed, the newly constructed city bore a similarity to the movable imperial encampment also designed by Akbar. You can read more of it here.

Photo courtesy : PBS

Wearing Poplook Cleo Drawstring Viscose Pants - Deep Red and Milktee DEMI BLUE GRAY STRIPED TEE (it is superrr comfy, kid you not).

So, the time of the year is around the corner. Hotels, restaurants and cafes will be swarm with families celebrating their mothers. However for me, I'll be curling up in Cameron Highlands with Juan and his friends, sipping a cup of tea and drunk with laughter because the people who will be joining us are bunch of clowns. That's what I need before starting the next dreaded Monday.

So let's start.

My mum. Well....

An individual who's loud but soft at heart. Not until she opens her mouth, nagging. For God sake, you'll be running miles away.

Me and my mum did not started well when I was a teenage. Going through a rebellious phase taught my mum the meaning of patience. My mum's main weapon was the 'cili padi' or ang moh called it the 'bird's eye chilli' and the belt. Both were used in the process of discipline. 

There was this one time, can't remember what it was. I have chillis shoved into my mouth. My mum shuts the door and it felt like forever. I was not given any water to drink instead I make use of the carpet in the room. I lick it like I have licked the best lollipop in the world, then I was smart enough to rub my eyes with my finger. So pandai kan.

My mum may have the hardest head ever but she's forgiving. But as I grow up, I gave in quite a lot. Not wanting to pick a fight with a 60 years old lady. Her nagging can drive everyone crazy...and... she can even remembers a 30 years old stories.

But again, I would like to thank her for all the things she has done for both me and my sister. Like......

'Girl, why is there a big snake in the room?' *our panties are referred as big snake* or my mum will be shouting my name when it's time to come home from playtime during Maghrib and whatever that mums do.

Happy Mother's Day, mummy!