To celebrate our nuptials three months prior, my enormous extended family insisted on throwing me weddings in the birthplace of my parents. Note: weddingS, one for dad's side, one for mum's side, as apparently grandparents did not do much but hump and produce legions of offspring back in the day. So off I went, with husband, mum, dad, sister, husband's BFF and other (female) friend and embryo on a 13 hour flight to Malaysia.
We had a whirlwind of a great time apart from the fact that I my holiday buddies had to endure a torrent of mood swings and I couldn't eat anything. Me, the halal eating, yet least fussiest eater ever. Whose top 5 reasons for going to Malaysia is the food. Due to subsidies, food is cheap as heck. Not that I ever have to pay for or prepare my own food when I'm there. Everything is halal, meaning no restrictions on eating ever. I mean halal Burger King, does it seriously get any better? Did I mention I like food? But alas, I couldn't enjoy a thing, food would arrive on my spoiled little lap and I just couldn't bear to eat it, maybe one or two bites with some shuffling but nothing more. I somehow managed to survive on scoffing loads of fruit but only fruit. Due to me not usual gorging myself, I remember the constant whispers from my sister 'you're making it bait'. If I read this when I'm old, that means you're making it obvious, that is to my mum, who I was too fearful to tell yet.
Still, it's definitely not the worst thing in the world and until now, I've never had the infamous morning sickness or even really felt nauseous. Lucky me!
On the first day, I went to a spa so I could mask my skin from the breakouts I was having, which I also have never gotten till reaching a quarter of a century old. Can I also blame this on my lovely little embryo? Just before my showcasing in front of hundreds of people, thank you my dear! It was so cheap compared to the extortionate prices charged in London and the results were amazing. They got rid of our blackheads which had not shifted for anyone prior to this. Before this sounds like a crappy googled review, I just need to remember this place for next time.
My cousin took the husband out whilst the girls had our pampering day and before they even met I knew this would be the bromance that dreams are made of. In the evening, husband said 'you should really tell your cousin you know, yada yada yada'. I eventually relented and said OK, next time. He then revealed he had already beat me to the punch. My own family member! Another excited reaction I was not to witness *sad face*
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