Home Is Where Our Story Begins (Part 2)

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This entry is continued from Home Is Where Our Story Begins (Part 1).

Here, in the second part of the home entries, I wanna talk about the renovation and perhaps the decoration part will be in Part 3, the last part. As quoted by my husband, this is the part where we wanted to strangle each other badly! It was THAT intense, trust me.

So, first and foremost, when it comes to house decoration, you need to have a theme. You need to know what you like and how to incorporate all that into your direction. To me, this is very important. You don’t want your house to be all ‘caca marba’, do you? As for me, I like modern theme. It’s simple, neat, clean and elegant. Tho the house was still like a blank sheet of paper at that time (empty), I already imagined it filled with white and dark brown combination, mixed with a little splash of bright colours. That was so fun!

Well, at least that imagining part was fun. When we really looked at the house to start working on it seriously, we realized several potential problems. The biggest problem of all was the kitchen. It was the most important space that needed a close attention because it would be the place for me cooking for the family. It needed to be nice otherwise I wouldn’t have motivation to step in there, let alone to cook (that’s how I threatened my husband haha). The space for the kitchen was too small. There was no way I could fit everything that I had imagined earlier into the real space. You know, it was so small that we even considered to put the washing machine outside the house, to save some space, kununnye.

So we were thinking, by hook or by crook, we needed to break the kitchen walls to make more space for the kitchen. This was quite worrying because this process would cost a lot more. So what did I do? I bit my lips, closed my eyes and said,
‘Just break the freaking walls.’

The process of making the kitchen a big bigger..

Adding about 10 sq feet more to the original kitchen space. Just 10 sq feet but you really can see the difference.

There you gooo..

Wall, no more..

We moved the location of the windows to the side.

We moved the location of the windows from the back to the side, facing the front houses of the neighbours’, so maybe while I am washing my dishes at the sink, I get to see what my neighbours are doing through the window. Haha

The tiles we chose for the kitchen. Brown in different shades..

The tiles we chose for the kitchen. All brown in different shades..

It'll be easier if you sketch it first, or even colour it to see what it would look like.

It’ll be easier if you sketch it first, or even colour it to see what it would look like.

Two sketches. This one is the overall look of the kitchen.

Two sketches. This one is the overall look of the kitchen.

While they were working on the kitchen, we discussed what we were going to do with our next problem, which was the hall. It was too open, too big, no walls to divide the space, no partition. I didn’t like it when people get into the house, they could see everything in it from the front door directly. We really really needed the partition to divide the space into two. We? No, not ‘we’. It was just me actually. Hubs didn’t really mind about the partition so he came up with his own idea to which I rolled eyes at, and found it so blerggh! Then of course, the fight came after. But, after looooong discussion, we agreed to do it this way.

This is the sketch of the hall..

This is the sketch of the hall (I did it!). That’s the TV cabinet, as well as the partition.

First, we called the plaster ceiling guy and asked him if it was okay for him to give us two plaster ceiling designs for two spaces.

Dividing the space, starting from the ceiling down to the floor.

Dividing the space, starting from the ceiling down to the floor.

The design we chose for the ceiling. I was offered the one in colours, but I preferred all white to match my theme.

The design we chose for the ceiling. I was offered the one in colours, but I preferred all white to match my theme. I was very happy with this. Exactly what I had in mind.

So, ceiling : CHECKED! 🙂

Back to the kitchen story. After a few days, we went back to the house to check out the progress of the kitchen. No one was there since it was Sunday. I carefully got into the kitchen and saw this.

The then kitchen..

The then kitchen..

Hubby was all laughing, smiling and kept saying, ‘Cantik laaa B…’. I was just scratching my head and went silent. Hubby noticed something was wrong with me and asked, ‘Kenapa? You x suka ke?’ I didn’t answer straight away, but when he asked me again, I just told him,
‘This is not what I want. I x suka.’

What went wrong here? The colour? Yeah, maybe, but that wasn’t the biggest issue. It was a sore to my eyes to see the rough finishing at every edge of the table top. How do I explain this? Hmm…. Imagine, when the black/dark granite tiles are cut into parts to fit the measurement of the table top, you will see the greyish granite colour inside, right? So when you arranged those tiles together, it would form this inconsistent greyish line along the edges of the table top. So unappealing. Looked like an unfinished work. Just so you know, I have a lil bit of OCD, so the inconsistent greyish line made me wanted to pull my hair every time I looked at it.

Something like this. The greyish granite colour inside.

Something like this. The greyish granite colour in the red circle.

I tried to ask the contractor the next day, if he could do anything to fix it, he simply said, ‘Alaa.. Takpela cikgu, sikit je tu…’.

Eeeii.. Tak guna betul! Tak kemas!

Kitchen : DISASTER! 😦

I was already moody, couldn’t care less about the whole progress after that. I started fighting again with hubs. If I’m not mistaken, I did say I wanted to sell the house because I didnt like the kitchen. Haha. Drama queen much?

Will be continued in Home Is Where Our Story Begins (Part 3)

Outfits Of The Week (OOTW) #1

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Scarf : White Label Aidijuma Top : Dark Green 'Something-something' from Poplook Skirt : Eudora from Poplook

Scarf : White Label Aidijuma
Top : Dark Green ‘Something-something’ from Poplook
Skirt : Eudora from Poplook

Scarf : Black Label Lotus Tone Aidijuma Baju Kurung : Gold/Blue Kurung Moden from Emy's Wardrobe

Scarf : Black Label Lotus Tone Aidijuma
Baju Kurung : Gold/Blue Kurung Moden from Emy’s Wardrobe

Scarf : Black Label English Flowers Aidijuma Top : Black Kebaya from Emy's Wardrobe Skirt : Eudora from Poplook (yes, the same one with the first picture up there)

Scarf : Black Label English Flowers Aidijuma
Top : Black Kebaya from Emy’s Wardrobe
Skirt : Eudora from Poplook (yes, the same one with the first picture up there)

In case you’re wondering why I purposely looked at the floor and the bag, it’s because I ain’t photogenic and most of the time, maybe about 95% of the time, I take bad pictures #sadfact. The other 5% is a miracle where my face turns out okay. Cameras somehow hate my face so I decided to hide it. It’s either the awkward smile or the weird eyes. Most of the time, both.

Whatevs.

Home Is Where Our Story Begins (Part 1)

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It’s not hard to make an entry about our new house (not so new now I guess, it’s been 5-6 months since we moved in), the hardest part is to gather all the photos of the house since its first red brick. They are everywhere, Facebook, dropbox, hubby’s phone, my old phone, this disk and that disk. So, this is what I’ve got. It’s good enough to make a story I guess.

It all started from this sign...

It all started from this sign…

Do you see that Rumah Banglo 1 unit sign? That was the one for us. Actually, they built 2 units. One was already sold to hub’s 2nd boss, Cikgu Nazim. That left the other unit for us. Actually, Cikgu Nazim was the one who persuaded us to buy this house. It’s a cute banglo unit (it means we don’t share walls with others and have our own surrounding space. Mind you, banglo doesn’t necessarily mean big), it’s very strategic, built at the front row by the main road and situated at the Muar suburb, which is only 3-minute drive to the heart of the town. It’s a green neighbourhood and very close to the river. So serene. 🙂

You know how people are busy scouting houses to settle down? Doesn’t matter what kind of house, as long as it’s a house? You can no longer be picky when it comes to houses. Yes, because of the price is getting more and more unbelievable these days (unless you’re rich, then no point worrying).  Alhamdulillah, praise to God, that didn’t happen to us. In fact, when Cikgu Nazim asked us to check out the site, I was just ‘acuh tak acuh’, far from being excited. I was so comfortable renting the house then, and buying a property like this never really came to mind. We almost didn’t buy it, but thanks to hubs for persuading me that this was a good investment. The developer almost gave up waiting for our answer, thank God Cikgu Nazim was so nice to ask them to hold it for us. If we said ‘No, sorry, we’re not interested,’ to the developer, lots of the others were waiting in line and we might have wasted our chance, just like that (snap finger).

So okay, we bought it. I was still quite bitter. ‘Mehhh, there goes our monthly salaries!’ People were congratulating me for finally having our own house and I was just like, ‘Hmmm.. Kot.’ Silly ignorant me. Didn’t even realize I was so lucky. This was like, ‘bulan jatuh ke riba’. We weren’t even looking for a house, yet we got it just like that (snap finger again).

Thank you husband for rooting against me when I said ‘No’ on this matter. It might not make sense to me then, but it’s making more sense now. If it wasn’t for you, haha we might be still ‘homeless’.

Okay, enjoy the pictures.

The early phase of the construction..

The early phase of the construction..

This is our hall now... :-)

This was our hall then… 🙂

The almost-not-ours unit...

The ‘almost-not-ours’ unit because I was arrogant haha

After they've done cementing the inside floor..

After they’ve done cementing the inside floor.. That was the kitchen.

What is this eh? Our room maybe..?

What is this eh? The guest room maybe…

Our master bedroom.. I hate those yellow tiles btw.

Our master bedroom.. I hate those yellow tiles btw. At this time, I insisted that I wanted to change the flooring.

The fence! At this time, we only realized how big our yard was..

Here comes the fence!

I only realised how spacious our yard was.. Then i only got a lil bit too excited..

I only realised how spacious our yard was.. Then, only then i got a lil bit excited.

From the front view..

From the front view..

Me, trying to make sense the whole space... Haha

Me, trying to make sense the whole space… Haha

Almost there... Owh, there's a door!

Almost there… Owh, there’s a door!

Me, trying to play Jamie Durie or at least, Eric Deco.

Me, trying to play Jamie Durie or at least, Eric Deco. Haha. Failed because I came up with nothing at this time. :-p

That’s all the photos I could gather. I know there’s more, but not sure where hubs keeps them all. This was only the first part of having a house. The part where we just observed and monitored the whole progress which was easy. The real pain was to decorate the whole house, turn the house into a home. Yeah, real pain, real headache. Real hole in the pocket too. But what the heck, it’ll never be a waste of money, it’s an investment, it’s for the home, the place where you come back to when everything falls apart. I need it to be nice and tranquil. Geddit?

Will be continued in Home Is Where Our Story Begins (Part 2). Bye for now.

Fresh Flowers

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I woke up quite early today. It’s not something that I look forward to do on working days, but somehow it’s something that I always do on school break. When you wake up early and sort everything out for the day, you’ll feel some sense of achievement in you. Good feeling. So today I asked hubs to have breakfast outside, satays and lontong. Yes, having brekkie like a true Muorean! Haha. Next, we went to the market to buy some fish (for the cats) and some fresh flowers to fill in my big vase, then finally to the laundry to sent them my batik clothes.

You know, ever since I bought lilies for my open house the other day, I find myself so addicted to fresh flowers now. Hubs feels the same way too. He kept shaking his head whenever I showed him artificial flowers that I wanted to buy at first (in order to replace the dead lilies). Plus, since artificial flowers last forever and you don’t have to check on them everyday, don’t be surprised they’re gonna turn so ‘beautifully dusty’ some day. I know that’d happen to me, so I’m gonna root for fresh flowers.

Don't know what kind of flower this is..

Don’t know what kind of flower this is..

Fresh air in the house!

It complements the table and the whole space! Love it!

Will keep buying them more and more!

 

 

Selamat Hari Malaysia

 

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My 400th entry happens to be on my country.. 🙂

Yeah well, to sit down and really think about it, there are times when I hate being a Malaysian. I once said to my hubs, if it’s really up to me, I would just drop everything I do and migrate to other country. Why in the world would I think something like that? Why would I be such an ungrateful spoiled citizen? Mostly because, I hate the way they run things here, the cronyism and the corruption by the leaders who are supposed to take care of the country and its people.

As a teacher, I’ll touch on the education system too because education is what I do for living. Our education system is not something that we can be proud of, yet. It might not be the system’s fault alone, but also the school’s pressure on us teachers, which is coming from the higher departments. They don’t care how you do it, as long as you achieve the target on paper, even if it means ‘dishonesty’. You can relate to what had happened recently. You know, the UPSR leakage, one of many relatable events. Masing2 pihak nak selamatkan leher masing2 dari dpt low percentage, bad GPS, so cikgu selamatkan leher dari sekolah, sekolah selamatkan leher dari PPD, PPD dari JPN, JPN dari Kementerian. If this continues, schools will turn to be a dangerous place, which produces more and more machines and robots with so many As in hands, but incapable to do anything in the real world.

Well, I hate those two things. The administration and the education system. But, to sit down and really think about it again, nobody’s perfect right? Hatred doesn’t bring one anywhere. I just can pray to God that Malaysia will be a better country in all aspects, someday.

However, the number of things I love about Malaysia is so much bigger. No explanation, just points. I love the super yummy food from different ethnics here, I love the Manglish discourse like ‘Laaaaa’, ‘Where got..??’ I love the Malaysia batik art, I love MAS Airlines (despite the two sad tragedies), I love the costumes (Men in Baju Melayu are so segak and us ladies in Baju kurung/Kebaya are so ayu!), I love the nature and the beaches (but the humidity, not so much) and the Malaysian people in general. Us, Malaysians. Although not all of us are nice, but I believe the ones who are nice, friendly, helpful and welcoming outnumbered the ones who aren’t. We’re like a family.

Those are enough reasons for me to love Malaysia. My motherland. Wherever I go (if one day I do migrate to other country haha), I still will come back to this lil place for those reasons.

SELAMAT HARI MALAYSIA!

p/s : What do you like about Malaysia?