Heritage vs Culture and between Love and Trust.

Below is the exact post I have on my Facebook:

After the wedding reception, I went to the after-party at my friend’s (i.e. the groom) place and his family was all there. He’s mixed Berawan and English so can you imagine the crowd?

I got to taste Tuak Berawan-style and it was less lethal than the Tuak Iban. Lol and I even got to dance their traditional Berawan dance a little as a mark of respect. It isn’t that different to Ngajat Iban.

It was nice to be in touch with a heritage that’s similar to mine…celebrated and respected. Didn’t think Miri could surprise me this way.

Brunei, could you?


The solemnization ceremony between Jeff & Lydia that afternoon was emotional and beautiful; what more held on the beach! :) Reception was a bit more systematic, but I guess I’m speaking from a non-relative perspective. The after-party at Jeff’s was great! ;)

But there is that downside about weddings for me. People already finding their additional happiness in someone else who makes them better.

There was a moment that I managed to witness when Jeff cups his wife’s face in his hands after she took a shot of an alcoholic drink that his mum offered her. She doesn’t usually drink so I’m guessing Jeff was saying “well done, love, you did alright :)”. They shared a moment of re-assurance and inter-dependence between each other. Like, awwww. Ha.

What is your favourite wedding moment?



To love and be loved.

She didn’t expect it at all. She dreamed of it. She hoped for it. But did not expect it at all.

But it happened. And she’s drifting in her own emotions and in her thoughts.

It’s because she can’t believe it…especially with how it happened.

But she’s grateful. She’s amazed at God’s works. She may be questioning them, but that’s human, and she’s learning to embrace them.

And I told her. I told her that you gotta stay patient. Keep doing what you’re doing. Because she just kept what she was doing all this while and look what happened. She was patient. She was not expecting anything. She just went with the flow. The only thing that’s changed is that she can’t hide anymore. Now that it’s happened, she can’t bury her feelings. She has to let her heart express and her mind be prepared. And enough with thinking for others; think of her own happiness, her family’s and the people who matter. Because at the end of the day, this is her life. She’s living it the way she sees it. No one sees other people’s lives as the same as the own person.

She’s going to keep trying. Though it seems surreal, she’s going to keep trying. To be good to herself, to the people who loves her, to the people who matter. She needs reminding that there are no shortcuts in life. And the path that she takes…she has to be patient.

She’s so in love. She almost forgot what it felt like. No, she didn’t forget how to love. She forgot the feeling of being loved in return. And people say that that is one awesome feeling to have. I couldn’t agree more.

Well, that is that.

Firm, disciplined and wise, my lovelies.