The Wedding of the Year :p

It was the wedding we all looked forward to. No NO, not that sleazy guy with that brainless chit.. This was one of us, my cousin, Shabana Sajath who (thankfully) set the bar high.. Marrying at 30 :)

Saturday evening, after only 5 hours of nicotine deprivation, this is my brother..

Last ciggie- after early morning flight from Sarawak. Heheh

That night was the akad nikah ceremony, and this is me and my other couz

Apparently theme was blue.. So I was lucky.. (I almost went in orange!)

And this.. Ladies and gentleman, is the bride..

All silver.. We young ones aint liking the gold craze..

I missed the part where all hands were made up :(

The family has always been diverged, multi cultural and multi lingual. And this latest addition, Shamsul (formerly known as Herbert) , is an Indian converted to Islam.

Shamsul aka Herbie waiting for the Kadi to arrive


Cousins and aunties yang "tak tahan panas" and seeked refuge in pengantin's aircon room

Kadi arrives (late!) and the normal proceedings go on, Shamsul made it on the first go! Way to go! Then they exchange rings, makan, and we proceed to our tradition.. the Pudding feed.

Obejective : All family members feeds the groom so that the bride can introduce them to him. It's also a great time to bully your elders (at least for me they were older) by feeding them HUGE pieces, as seen done by my sadistic eye-doctor uncle :

Yessss, poor Shamsul had to eat it.. Muahaha.. But before the feed uncles n aunties oredi give angpow to them.. I guess the higher the angpow value the greater the bullying ek

End of the night. We have more traditions, where the sisters of the bride "steals" the shoes of the groom(take em and hide em while that poor fella is citing his lafaz nikah) and then extorts money in return. I always like that part best, make money instantly! And we're NOT talking 5 or 10 ringgit babehhh..

Next day. Early morning jump into the sea.. Wedding was in Sitiawan and we stayed in Teluk Batik. After the swim, it's time to become cheap (read: freeee Hahah) labours and work that ass.. Clean tables (cus the actual hired workers are just too slow) and give away goody bags. Pictures are scarce, didn't quite manage both volunteering and taking important pictures.

In Teluk Batik. Yesss that's my mom. Yesssss I'm fatter than her. Yesss she can pass of as my sister.. And yesss, I'm praying that I somehow inherit her genes.

Me and Marisha before the lunch craze

The set

The food

   The bride and groom.


Reached KL at 2030 and headed back to Johore. Got there at about 130 am. Anyone interested in laddoos and barfis (if you don't know what it is you don't deserve em) come say hi to me :)