" I DO. "
..... DID I?

I haven't updated in God knows, how many moons. And with that came speculations of my secret wedding that never took place anyway. I was away in Lax when the first sms came with something that I initially found perturbing. "Are you officially Mr and Mrs....?" Ok look, it's not like I am an atheist, huge sceptic, sworn-off biting the proverbial marriage dust breed. I am afterall a girl. A girl with darndy hopes and almost fatuous aspirations of naming my little ones after so many, many names and still think that child-birth is a self-immolation act. And have had dreams with whomever I dreamt of spending the rest of my life with through a proper Muslim solemnisation that legalise a union, commonly known as a marriage (A Muslim Marriage in this case). Some people call it foolish nowadays, others call it imbecile and primitive. And I have heard controversial opinions of copulating had it not been for their parents, while others did it anyway. Accrue that to the environment, the air that is thinning and the radicals and the standpoints of forlorns, renounced and bummed-out of failed relationships, or marriages themselves. Blame my foolhardiness, and my lack of shared sentiments, that I'm still pretty sane albeit the aircraft's recycled air that I breathe far too often, and my faith that has kept me rooted. So it hasn't happened (neither the marriage nor the wedding) and it's not like I'm totally proud of that. It just isn't time, I concluded after many guesses. And 2 failed relationships and one current one, still in pupilage, if I may call it. I am still second in line after my eldest girl cousin. So until she gets off the singles-only express train, there's no call for qualms or rather not just yet. Tho at my age seriously, it's a sap story turning sappier. But no. No updates does not equate wedding preps either. And yes that orange tint on my nails are nail polish stains, and that ring on my wedding finger, it's an accessory!

Kepish?