So, after a super fast progress made before the long Holiday, my house was put on hold. Well, since they are way ahead of the schedule, so no complaint.

But just before the November ends, they resume the work, and in another extraordinary pace. In the last week they have fixed the roof tile of the entire house.

Not only that. They have started to fix the plumbin. And finally, the first tile has been fixed to the 2nd floor bathroom

It is 2pm whenwewere about to leave. Looking back from the main entrance, I’m happy with the evening light passing through our backyard, into the living room and our master bedroom.

Can’t wait till it is completed….

I should have expected it. A wedding is a serious matter, and one of serious matter in it is to introduce the family. It is not only my family, and her family, but the whole big family to be introduced, including the distant one that you have met less than 10 times. And being part family those never-been-seen people feels that they have the ultimate say on how the family meeting should be run.

We planned the family meeting, and for my parents to propose her to be my wife to her mother, since few months ago. I has been pushed, part of it due to inevitable event, and part of it due to we can’t settle on the event detail. We want a simple meeting, where my parents propose her, and then off we go for lunch. So much we want it that, we handled the initial discussion badly with her family.

“Why should we let someone whom we met few times in our life runs our life?”

We gave in, finally. “This is the parent’s day, so let them run it”, I thought. So, with only 1 week left, I was running errand just to fulfill the offering: Pork legs, box of cookies, fruit basket and some sweeties. All this endeavor reminds me of pre-orientation period during high school time; it didn’t stop there.

So there come the day, when my parent officially propose her to her mother. All went well, and after that time, I should proudly say that: We are engaged!

Last weekend might be the most absurd day of our wedding preparation.

The first absurdity comes at the sollicitor office. We were there to collect the penupt agreement when somebody yell: “Scal!” My college friend. We still kept our wedding plan among families and limited friends whom we asked for help, and it is a little bit awkward when my friend cought us with our prenupt. Not to mention that, not eeryone will have open mind for a prenupt.

From the solicitor, we drop by at our house for a short discussion, then continue on long drive to photo studios, one of many item yet to be confirmed. We were so exhausted that, we stop for durian ice at nearby street stall. At the casheir, the old lady behind the counter asked: “Are you two going to get married?” Looking us puzzled, she continued: “I overhear your conversation, you two are getting married, right?”

Our quest continued to the jewellry. We need adjustment for the wedding ring, and to craft our name. “I’m sorry but we can’t craft both name with both ring. we need to keep our logo, so we know that it is bought from us, for the purpose of warranty.” OK, this is the first time that Im not allowed to do anything for something I bought! So, I gave him 2 names: “SMURF” for bride’s ring, and “SMORF” for groom’s ring. They are names we used to call each other. I can see the jeweller tried not to laugh – your fault for not allowing us to craft our names.

On then way back home, we were discussing where to eat. Options are all street stall, from porridge, instant noodle, toast bread, etc. But then we passed an Italian restaurant, we mde up my mind in a blink: “Lets dine there”. I have stomach problem, and need to unload, and I guess that restaurant has better toilet than street stall.

Italian food gave ur more booze than alcoholic drink, I guess. Soon after, we start halucinating about what will a man do when he approach a woman at the bar, and how the woman would respond. It turns to comedy-like conversation, which kept us laughing until the end of the night.