No Symmetry

So my hubby cuts me mangoes. See photo already can see he so meticulous and symmetrical. Gosh, I can do the same actually but in lesser symmetry and proudly – uglier.

He cuts me fruits cantek-cantek all the time. Mango, starfruits, jambu, grapes.

 

My hubby cooks me spaghetti bolognese with grilled chicken as sides after work. I could do the same, but in higher grease and salt content.

 

He climbs the roof to fix it DIY while his emo wife screams and screams for him to come down and ask some other pro to do it. After that, he cleans the toilets of my entire house, and still have time to make me tea and buys me seedless grapes to eat.

 

He buys me a Swiss watch because he cannot tahan his corporate wife wearing an Adidas digital watch to work.

He bought me a Swiss, but not Federer.

 

He scolds the gangster neighbour for me at the front gate of my neighbour because his wife got mad of the neighbour’s parking antics. I horn horn horn and my hubby, full of guts, scolded da gangster. Now hubby more gangster than I have ever knew. I strictly believe he would go prison because of me.

He does the gangsta behaviour in public occasionally.

 

He explains to me historical facts of China before I went Beijing, and tells me in details about the Nascar Lines and how it is connected to the Egyptian pyramids. He explains the SAS (that army thingy) to me, while I mind flies off blankly and eyes fixed on this month’s Harper’s Bazaar.

He plays Napolean Blownapart here.

 

He translates Chinese movies to English (real time) and re-explains the story line/scene because that movie don’t have English/Malay subtitles. He’s expert in chow sing chi movie.

 

He runs with me every weekend slower than his usual pace like slow snail like dat…because of scared his wife kena kidnap. Mosquitoes also faster.

 

Things he does for me. Makes me a spoilt princess.

 

I am never a drop-dead romantic person. I told (more like warned) my hubby since day one we met that I would never(?) do lovey-dovey things with him. PDA is fine, flowers and fine jewelry are fine (of course they are fine! haha), but I told him: NO wearing same shirts around, NO matchy-matchy colours, utter respect for my big laughs, NO sharing of DNA in any form unless his well-done steak looks better than my medium-rare chicken, NO ending a race together holding hands, Don’t expect this girl to bake a cake or cookie for you, You eat all my homecooked food without complains, etc. So this is how it was, how it is today. Pity him. Hahaha.

 

Then things start to wean as time goes by and I realised he is not that romantic actually. Ok, let me rephrase: I realised that he is romantic in a way women is not likely to identify with. As time goes by he is giving me less flowers and cards and jewelry, but he is getting more affectionate and responsible of me and my life. He cares. He makes time for me every single day. He make me laugh everyday. He laughs at my jokes even not funny just to please me, I know. So stupid.

My hubby is a latte art destroyer and this particular act always breaks my heart….
….but I close one eye.

 

Why am I documenting all these hubby antics? I really don’t know. Maybe anniversaries does make me go emo. One day probably I’ll look back (knowing that relationship ages with time and if I get Alzheimer), I can smile back and remember, yes, remember this good old days and read them like bedtime stories to my cucu-cicit.

One year ago, yesterday. Bliss.

 

(Disclaimer: Again, I am no relationship expert)

Most important we don’t change each other and accept each other. What he doesn’t like, he close one eye; what I don’t like, I don’t go changing him. I close my eye too. We don’t go tolerating each other but accepting each other’s traits. Things can change, we change it by our own merits without force; if we start to go into changing things that we CAN’T change, that will be the horrific term called: controlling. And nothing more confusing than giving you 1 more good advice: Discuss with each other before doing/deciding anything huge. I am an independent girl and he is an independent man, but we are hubby-wifey, needs 100% discussion. No golden ratio in relationships. Weird, we do fight but lesser and lesser and lesser (amen!) this past year, but when argument happens, I will start crying, then he cannot tahan wan…sure he gives in (secret strategy). That’s our fighting rhythm. Hahahaha. I know he knows.

 

He’s not only my Napolean, but my Legolas. Only shorter.

 

Happy Anniversary Hubster! Aren’t you lucky to have found me 4 years back?!

 

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There will only be one shot at this

Unlike those times (yes, your mum and dad’s time) where wedding consisted only of a:

1. Wedding reception/day/dinner/luncheon in a restaurant/community hall.

2. Studio photo which photographs you and your spouse, and it only consist of 2 frames:

    i) First frame: Bride and Groom standing hand in hand with each other.

    ii) Second frame: Bride sits on a chair and Groom standing next to her.

3. All with camera film rolls. Photoshop does not exist yet.

….while in this decade, a wedding gets much more complicated.

Reception

This is one part you cannot avoid if you’re Chinese. But hey, exceptions exists whereby I’ve got this colleague who has not conducted her wedding reception since 5 years back. She’s legally married, but no reception. Well, not a problem actually. It was for the reason of cost and hassle. Wedding receptions ain’t cheap anymore. If ambient is your choice i.e. hotel, then there might be a trade-off in terms of food quality and taste, and vice versa. No doubt some places have the best of both worlds.

Customs like tea ceremony for the Chinese is unavoidable. I’ve not seen a Chinese wedding that has not had their tea ceremony done. But many Chinese (many Gen X and Y who has had their knowledge of Chinese customs diluted) do not perform the traditional guo dai lei (betrothal gifts) anymore. Also many Chinese has followed the western tradition completely – which is completely fine – though I find the traditional Chinese customs still relevant, symbolical, and personally – a must. Nothing to do with religion, mind you. It’s all customs that I believe should be kept through the generations and not get adulterated by other wedding styles.

Helloooo, we even sought Mak Seng Loong for their timing and date selections. Again, nothing religious. Just culture.

Don’t ask me the content. All in chinese wei.

The great outdoors

The biggest trend setter in the current wedding scene. To say this trend is ‘current’ is not entirely correct either. Indoor studio photoshoot has always been a normal thing to do. But the biggest wedding trend is to bring your outdoor photoshoot to some scenic or lomo places, and trendier still – a foreign land where glaciers, trees, seas and sand are considered exquisite and exotic. Many couples has gone the distance to personalized their pre-wedding shoot in some alien country or location, somehow to distinguish themselves from the rest of the pack. NZ, Melbourne, Bali, Taiwan, Korea, Italy, etc. are no longer a dream-come-true but rather an affordable and practical feat for many couples.

I’ve got my pre-wedding shoot in a distant place (disctant from KL lah) but not a foreign land.We chose this place as to capture pre-wedding photo with my husband because this was where we had our first out-of-KL&Ipoh holiday trip and how we together hike up the hills and took paths that no normal person would do. Regular people will just drive up there, but because we both ain’t ‘regular people’, we walked up miles to get to that scenic site. Albeit the local venue, it was one of my most memorable trip ever. It was our connection to that location. The cooling weather was also one reason I select this location. When you’ve got cool weather, the whole tedious photoshoot process becomes bearable and pleasurable. My elaborated dress has got no sweat! We brought our own props to personalize our outdoor shoot. On that day, rain clouds are missing (yay!), the sun gave just the right amount of light (to the photographer’s delight), the crowd and traffic was forgiving (it was non-peak period, puasa month), and the sunset was amazing!

Baby boomers just like my parents never had such chance to go to a outdoor photoshooting found such trends intimidating and a waste of money. Oh well, how could they understand when their marriage consisted only of 2 studio photos – one with their bodies in it and another with my late grandparents and their….err…tai-kam-che in it. wtf!

Copy-paste, Alt-delete

One of the greatest invention ever(?) is the digital camera. So I thought. Then, came Instagram with various lomo filters. Those already brought great differences between the baby-boomers compared to the present Gen X and Y. We now have many options in photography:

Those times, camera film rolls are expensive and processing them into prints requires at least a week (dark blue room, remember?). Photographers at those times take every shot extremely cautiously so that they don’t waste frames. One chance only. Nowadays, photographers go frenzy with the snapping. If don’t like…just delete. Actually, if don’t like….can Photoshop.

So these Bridal Shop offers you packages that has >100 shots, indoor and outdoor. Plus giving you the option to choose your photos to photoshop before printing them out in albums. They photoshopped out my mole. wth. That’s like….travesty ok! I knew my albums would be nicely wrapped and collect dust until one day my grandchildren finds them under the bed or on top of the cupboard and decided to sell them off at a junkyard sale, therefore I didn’t splurge on our pre-wedding shoot although we’ve gotten ourselves a great bargain from this bridal shop in Ipoh.

Any bridal package comes with makeup and hairdo, of course. Make up for the photoshoot was purportedly done unnatural (read: OTT) because in pre-wedding shoots, the background elements and picturesque scenery may drown your looks. Imagine a leafy tea bush looking nicer than my beautiful face? I can’t. So my make up artist (FYI, she’s patient and amazing!) put on tonnes of foundation and concealer and spent 3 hours/day mainly on my eyes alone – carving out my brows, bringing out my lashes, and reinforced my double eye-lids. Total: 3 hours X 2 days of photoshoot = 6 hours. I had this huge big eyes that even my mum can’t recognize me. Plus, you can Photoshop everything, so…imagine the outcome?!

Argh, a blurry handphone pic of me. Love the hairdo
One of the 7 dresses. SEVEN!
Getting ready for family shoot

We’ve gotten ourselves an award-winning photographer for my actual wedding day and night (Read: mahal giler). My justification: I tone down on my pre-wedding, but I splurge on my actual day wedding photographer.

Now, if my parents are reading this, they are sure to mutilate me.

One chance to do this in this lifetime. Tell you honestly, I didn’t think earlier I would have enjoyed planning my wedding this much . It’ ain’t going to be a royal, dreamy or a fantasy wedding like Kim Kardashian’s. In fact, I don’t have a dream wedding in mind since young. But it’s good enough for me. Personalized.

1 Day, 2 Celebrations

6th May 2013: A day after election, when I was still berdebar-debar with the near-death election results (esp. Perak), we went to JPN (National Registration Department NRD, Ipoh) to submit our marriage application. Thank God my hubby and I are both from Ipoh which makes registration much easier and business was as usual at the government’s offices despite the GE13 frenzy a day before. One of my bestie thought NRD was the name of some cafeteria. Lol!

Somewhere in May 2013: Bought a dainty LWD for my ROM (great buy: good quality taffeta material) and a pair of ZangToi’s for the occasion. Most expensive shoes I’ve ever bought…yet. (the furthest I went was Aldo).

Bought a bridal package which was great and no hard-selling. Nowadays, bridal packages (e.g. prices and offerings) are extremely competitive, thus some bridal advisors resort to hard-selling, which often turns me off.

31 May 2013: I’ve gotten myself a Korean Wave (read: hairperm like those Korean babes) and new hair colour for a change. I did think I went over-board (read: too adventurous) with the colour. Whatever! I do feel ‘changed’…for once, for real. I applauded myself for being brave.

I learned two new words during the process: ‘Boutonniere’ and ‘Burgundy

7th June 2013: I drove down from KL to Ipoh the night before, picking up my uncle and aunt who joined the rest of my more-excited-than-I-am family members. This day was not without its trauma: my bridal bouquet and cupcakes (doorgifts) delivery was delayed for 4 hours, when that 4-hour delayed could bring me back to Ipoh much sooner. The florist gave me much excuses: it was Friday, traffic sucks and Malaysians abide by Malaysian time. I did panic.

7th June 2013 (pm) until dawn of 8th June 2013: I slept with my Maltese, Pei Pei. Woke up with her by my side.

Bantah?? My ex-high school classmate (Freda Hew) spotted this by chance, and snapped this for me at Ipoh’s NRD.

8th June 2013 – I turned 3# years old and I am going to change my name on this very day!

8th June 2013 (am) – Put some make up on, set my burgundy hair into a Korean wave, spend a few minutes for some candid pics at home with relatives and we’re good to go!

Me and the Godfather(!)

Pei Pei and I

I though I reached NRD early, but the Fong family was already there. Pinned the *swallow* Boutonniere onto his blazer and we went in to take our queue number. We are the second couple. Saturdays only receives 4 couples at NRD.

Meanwhile, my bestie, YP and my aunt snapped some pics of us in the waiting room. Thanks Pooi!

My brother will marry first, but we ROM first. So, Fong don’t need buy him trousers to hang.

Aiya….photographer tak pandai Macroshot. (This is where I did miss you Kenny Law, with your photography skills)

Okay, boleh masuk dah:

Satu kampung MASUK!

…..and I thought witness is supposed to be >18 years.

The angkat-ikrar room is not too huge and the sign in front says: “No Children Allowed”. But my witness is my nephew. Cannot?

Then the whole lot of family members, friends and kids(too!) went into the room and the room was packed to the brink! But I am blessed everyone’s here to witness our signing together. Just blessed. Mum and my uncle, as usual, made crazy jokes, and we laughed and laughed just before the Registrar came in. Everyone suddenly turn quiet. Can hear a pin drop. She’s like Judge Dread.

Okay, start The Registrar said a few legal stuff….bla bla bla, angkat ikrar…signed, habis. I am now known as ….same lahIvy…what else. Thank God for first names. Lol!

Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m yours.

After coming out from the Registrar’s room, the photo-taking frenzy begins:

L-R: Bestie forever YP, Fong, I, Leng chais Meng and Beh 

We siblings.

     

      Original Chai family: Eric, Dad, Mum, (Mr. and Mrs. Fong) and Andrew and future missus Chai!

My parents and parents-in-law

My new family

8 June 2013 (brunch): After taking a whole lot of pictures…like A LOT, we went to old town for dimsum. Once back home, everyone begin celebrating my birthday. Once again I felt blessed. I was over-joyed by the presents and presence. My hubby got me charms from Thomas Sabo. Blessed gilerrrr!

My 1-candle-cheese-cake birthday at home with everyone!

8th June 2013 (pm): Okay, remove my make up but still no rest. I had to rush to another appointment: Meeting my Actual Day photographer. and he is like the BEST! Better than you, Kenny Law 😛

Tired like mad.

Ivy-KongOUT!!

More photos on my Google+ account or on Picasaweb.google.com/cchivy

GE13 is over, finally.

There is no short in excitement as we once more vote for the fate of our country. We decide who we want our Malaysia government to be, but of course, the majority always wins. How the votes and majority are decided throughout the country is pretty much, I should say, out of our hands. 050513 will be my 3rd time voting but this election is said to be the dirtiest election ever, hence I was most excited to see what the outcome was. I’ve never felt prouder (I was proud to vote in the previous 2 elections too) to be citizen of Banglasia…I mean, Malaysia. Maybe also because this time the people are using social media to disseminate actual news, rumours, ‘threatening’ news, and loads of other rubbish,  making it one of the most interesting election, ever. I remembered in 2008 where Twitter and FB were still a game sharing, FarmVille-dominated avenue, many young people don’t even care to vote. Like really…cause my friend said they didn’t think their votes matter. However I was there in 2008, voted, and I remember the results were shocking to see Perak’s close call, PR taking over Kedah and Selangor, and ex-PM Badawi’s sad face. There wasn’t much sharing on social media and you don’t find it weird that time.

Finger with removable ‘indelible ink’ is all too common. Let’s do a different voting pic.

As of the previous times, my family love to go rather late into the morning/afternoon. This year was no different. Some said we were stupid to go so late….just in case some foreigners take our names away. Oh, I mean…..”Ivy Chai C**** H***” ain’t an easy name for a female foreigner to steal. My name is rare like that beautiful HK actress. My family were not worried about the so-many-crazy rumours and were not a big fan of long queues under the scorching sun. First time voters on the internet are like super excited, but we are like….err…err….voting only mar. Nothing much during the voting process. Boringz. At a point, I did hate Whatapps and FB being the platform where rumours spread like wildfire. Victim no.1 was dark-skin Chua Lai Fatt. The rumour that he was a Bangla was proven to be false. Pity Mr. Chua. Sorry for the paranoid and hyper-emotional people on FB, including myself. The rest of the 13 May incident that ‘may occur’ where Malay kills Chinese….has never even scared me a bit. I saw Malaysians were all pretty much united this time, ever since the Bersih rally. I mix with Malays 95% of my time, hence I do know the ground level situation. My Malay colleagues are my best friends everyday at work. Never believe all the rumors on FB. 13 May 1969 was triggered by a separate economic and political situation from today. The FB is filled with rubbish; that I agree with Azmin. Please filter the news rationally and look up/research the facts, using systematics approach, see the whole thing holistically and don’t be emotional.

People who supported PR are now cyberbulling Michelle Yeoh, Justin Lo, KRU, etc. for their open support for BN. For me, they are entitled to vote for anybody as long as they are Malaysians. As you have openly supported PR on social media, they have all the right to support whoever they want. I see so much cyber-bullying just because you are emotionally against someone else or against any party. Guess what, if I tell you now that I actually voted for BN for DUN, I guess my friends on FB will start boycotting me, heh? Yes, you guys lately are as emotional as a piece of wreck. But you see, why hold an election when you wanna stop me from voting whoever I want. Bangla (I dun want to be so racist: Nepali, Burmese, Indonesian, Pinoys, etc) are not totally fault, as they really really do have a real Malaysia blue IC. I hate them voting in our boxes, but bearing in mind that it was the previous policy by Mahathir that was the fundamental mistake to all existing ghost voters today.

Then there was this indelible ink to prevent double voting. I mean, many countries around the world are using the ‘indelible ink’ to manicure voters’ fingers before/after voting. It’s there for a good reason. Well, almost….cause it doesn’t stick well (fades off after a good scrub) for even an hour after voting. Probably our version isn’t really silver nitrate, or the active concentration was minute, it didn’t work on Malaysian’s skin. Well, SPR said that because the indelible ink is ‘Halal’, it doesn’t stick well. But not like we will be eating it anyway.

Didn’t matter the outcome of the Election results, I was just having my fingers crossed that I could submit my marriage application form to the NRD of Perak on a day after GE. First, if there were a change of government in Perak, probably the present government servants may revolt (I said probably!), then NRD may not be on for business. Oh well, just a theory. But of course none of that happened, and I submitted my marriage application form to NRD. I am happy to tell you that the NRD are now opened on Saturday and Sunday (half day), and allow for max 6 couples to exchange vows (ROM) on weekends. Thank God! I was thinking I needed to take leave.

Happens that my ROM was set on…tada….on my birthday! My fiance was smiling all the way as he soon declared that he need not buy roses for me on two separate occasion. Just one. Of course I disagree with him.

Even my dad who is so into politics says that enough is enough after 0505. I know I still share things online with regards to the this election, but I am now wishing for more food food food pictures, cat meowing pics, and cute dog pics. I crave for some running updates and some cute gwiyomi or the likes that could do social media some justice lately.

Although we can never avoid politics as it is part and parcel of any citizen’s lives, enough of elections news per se! Move on and work hard to forge unity with friends of other races (which I don’t need much forging already). PR should go into the outskirts area of Sabah and Sarawak to gain trust (lots of it too!). Literally meredah hutan belantara and mengayuh sampan.

Work Hard! Move on! Bersih!

A New Leaf

01.03.14

I devoted 6 freakin’ manhours to complete this ‘Save The Date” composition with Corel Draw. Was dead tired. Graphics designing is definitely not in my blood.

You may think 1st March 2014 is next year, but it’s actually just a good 10 months away. All good restaurants in Ipoh are fully booked at this point of time (some booked since 2 years back), so I am not that early to send this, y’know! Even as I am writing this, we are still scrambling to get a good restaurant in Ipoh.

Plus, I will be in TX, USA for most of the second half of this year so it’s pretty ridiculous to have my wedding in 2013. And it’s not easy to plan when one half is here and another is there.

The formal invitation, which I clearly will not design myself, will follow.

 

Cheers!

 

 

 

I am the Pope

Fumata nera?

 

 or Fumata bianca?

Of course you will understand that these are the smokes that emit from the Sistine chapel’s chimney upon a failed x2 to x10 (nera) or successful x1 (bianca) selection of a new Pope during papal conclave.

Rejoice if you see white smoke! That’s when the new pope will comes out to the infamous balcony and pageant wave to all believers and tourists that patiently awaits, just like Queen E, Kate, or like the Japanese royal family.

Yay, a Pope! Wherever he’s from.

But I don’t get it. Maybe because I am not Catholic (Btw, I am Methodist, whatever, or am I Baptist? *What am I??!* I need to ask Jesus what kinda Christian-type I am).  I don’t get it. I don’t get this papal conclave because I don’t understand why people have to rejoice when a pope is selected. I mean, don’t they always GET selected at the end? No surprise. But yah, maybe if the Pope originates from your country, only then, probably, you (or I) may feel a great difference and I may even feel proud. Otherwise….meh!

But you see, this is tradition. This is process. This is meaningful. Bare in mind, each step in every process as its significance. 95% confidence. May not make sense to you, but make sense to others. I’ll just rejoice, when everyone does. I will also feel sad together-gether with the anxious crowd if no pope pops from the balcony after 20 fumata nera (unlikely! 95% confident). I will just do and feel as the masses do. Process. Culture. Tradition.

Oh no, false alarm. No pope?

Let’s relate:

This Sunday will be my first time (once in my entire life!) going through a ‘process’. A tradition. A culture. My own papal conclave. I may be lost in translation but at least when I am an important part of the process, I might be learning faster than normal times. And I just KNOW that my papal conclave will result in a fumata bianca even in the first round of voting. So, already, please rejoice!

My “Sistine Chapel”. Obviously without a balcony.

This is my big FUMATA BIANCA:

White smoke can have many meanings

Disclaimer: This post may touch the sensitivities of some readers. Views are purely personal and unintentional. 

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