It’s been a while since I last spend a night at the cool-fresh-air-town. It will be a great getaway with the family and a chance to have a short break from computer. But we will still be able to online from the mobile-phone. Well, can’t live without Facebook and Twitter.

Lots of things happened which makes my life to be more colorful. Lots of new experience from almost being summoned by the traffic police here to being suspected as a mental-illness girl and yet I dare to show up at the airport again later on. So many things to be written down in this blog, but no time to do so.

Many webdesign project in our hand now and yet we have to leave them to put on driver + tour guide cap (again) for this weekend. Cause we have some family thing coming up tomorrow, so well, going to the airport to fetch my relative later on.

Last week we have been busy with the short visit of my boy’s uncle and friends. Those few days were all about “swallow bird nest”. Boring for me but it’s very interesting for them.

As for our personal stuff, we have settled the marriage registration here. Again, money talks. Sigh. We are now in the process of settling the three-months-social-pass.

Now, I can’t wait for May to come~! Hint: my long pending honeymoon.

Few days after that, which was on last Tuesday, I went for hair coloring and curly session after much consideration. It’s my 2nd time curly-ing the hair and my very first time in coloring my beloved black hair which isn’t that black at all.

Overall it took 4 hours to complete both thing, 9am – 1pm, with 2 hours for curl and 2 hours for coloring. Wash and blow-dry are included inside too. So much faster than my expectation. Probably because it was weekday and there was less customers.

All those costs me IDR1.450.000 with details as the following: IDR.700.000 for curly-ing, IDR.80.000 for vitamin, IDR.400.000 for coloring, IDR.260.000 for the Kerastase product and IDr10.000 for shaping eyebrow. Worthy for me cause 1, I only go to saloon 2 to 3 times in a year for major makeover, and 2, the curl/color can last long. I had my first curl on last year May and it’s still there before I chopped it off last Saturday. Almost 10 months.

Well, great and fabulous hair equals to good mood.

So looking forward to this trip cause that means I don’t need to see the KNS maid for a month and the irritating meow-ing sounds from the cats. These two (maid and cats) are just eating up the living space. I so wanna kick them out of the house. Sorry, evil mode on.

And that maid just received a phone call from her youngest daughter whom is in primary school. There she goes haihz-hm-ing and emo-ing again while thinking about going back Indonesia. No pity to her consider her super duper annoying and irresponsible attitude. Ugh.

Push that hatred away and replace it with happy mode. Til then.

I want I want I want! Mom, buy for me can? I’m so wanna go back to be a kid (girl) again.

Can’t understand why. I’ve asked Google for solution, tried but can’t work. There goes my hard work until the wee hour last night. I should just go sleep earlier and do it today. Sigh. Gotta pick myself up from this denial stage to acceptance stage. I better start working on it all over again than wasting more time trying to recover the file.

Before that, let me bang my head to the wall and cry out loud first.

Anyway, after having enough break and good time during Chinese New Year, we are now loaded with work. Lotsa deadline to meet. Yes, it’s another working weekend. No complain, cause it means we won’t be starving and we actually enjoy our work.

I have to finish my writing tasks today. Then there is blog design work with custom character illustration to go. I’m not sure if I can find time to resize my AD (Actual Day) wedding pic. Time to use Picasa I guess. And tonight I’ll accompany my boy to attend his high school gathering at a restaurant. Whew..

Went to JPN (Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara) early morning 8am and waited for our turn. We must wear formal apparel, including our witnesses. No Hudson jeans and slipper are allowed. So here I am with my cheongsam which was intended to be wore on Chinese New Year and my boy in long sleeve shirt and suit. All simplified, I just tied up my hair and applied very light makeup.

Here is the door to the wedding room, where we officially tied the knot. Madam T, the Chinese lady officer who is in charge of marriage stuff, is having a Chinese New Year leave I suppose. The person who replaced her was so KNS. WTF cannot take picture in the wedding room cause it might disturb the process and only we and our 2 witnesses can be in the room? We went there few times and we always see bunch of people going in or coming our from the wedding room. Not just 4 people lo.

Then WTF she was so confident saying that we won’t be needed that original single-status-letter when filing the marriage certificate in Indonesia? Never heard of a back-up plan is it? I doubt she knows well about the procedure in Indonesia and simply give us some general assumption. Just like how Madam T told us that it is impossible Indonesia gov doesn’t allow inter religion marriage (Christian and Buddhist). But see what happened, it is really impossible lo. In the end we have to waste more time thanks to the assumption.

With our witnesses, my boy’s friend and girlfriend.

After the short simple oath and signing process, here’s our marriage certificate. If you are wondering about my citizenship, I’m still holding my Indonesia IC with tourist visa. We will take time in getting the long-term-social-visit-pass. Regarding Malaysia citizenship, we’ll see our luck in the future. Or we might be adventurous, find other better country and move there. Who knows.

But, it rains cats and dogs out of a sudden which almost brings down our plan. Ugh. Then we remember of a kompia stall at central market since they have indoor parking. Luckily it is opened. But the kompia isn’t as good as the usual tea time place at Rejang Park there. Less meat and less omphh effect.

I miss Medan’s snack and junk food! Sate padang, martabak coklat, ouh…. slurrpp..

It looks quite good though the sewing isn’t as neat as I expected. Some more it isn’t body hugging enough to show off the curve. Most probably the auntie is giving me some space to grow fatter. Better than getting a smaller size of cheongsam, I might need phentermine reviews to fit this stomach in.

Well, it’s my first cheongsam and I’m loving it. I still have about 1 meter cloth left in my wardrobe. Not sure what to do with it. Hmm..