so yeah, i've been away for a while.. but HEY, you can't blame me, i just got married on paper lol.. i love the fact that after the milka, you guys are officially married but there are still lots of cultural restrictions..
i don't mind the restrictions as long as i know what they are.. as of now, it depends on her dad's mood.. and the red lines he draws are pretty much drawn over each other.. and they don't make sense.. one day i'm allowed to chill with her in their house all by ourselves, but the next day she's not allowed to come over and have lunch with me and my aunts in bahrain..
bless her dad's little cotton socks.. he's having withdrawal syndrome signs.. yes, he is having trouble facing the fact that he is losing his little daughter to this young guy.. all of a sudden, between one day and night she is going to stop being his little girl and being someone else's little woman..
on another note, the milka was amazing 7amdillah 7amdillah.. her mom begged me to dance so i did.. buuuuut little did i know that the guy isn't supposed to dance dance, as in dance like no one was watching.. as i was told afterwards lol, that i was supposed to just hold her hand and smile while she danced and showed off the goods lol.. but yours truly danced like he was getting paid to do so..
the other fun yet weird thing was taking the pictures.. the photographer asked us to do so many poses and i couldn't stop laughing.. "now put your hand on his cheeck and lean on his shoulder placing your left eye lid on his right nostril, and smile", the other random and wierd one is when they ask me to kiss her forehead for the camera "i have to keep kissing her forehead untill they tell me to stop lol (i'm not complaining hehe).. I proposed doing a handstand while mrs.froggy cruled into a pretzil shape, i don't think the photographer appreciated my humour..
ooh ooh yeah.. the most difficult part was walking in with mrs.froggy.. seriously, i don't know how my mother expected me to keep my cool whilst walking into a room of 80 women (which is 160 eyes) watching me and thinking (is he good enough for her, hmm he's cute, i think she could have done better, look how nervous he is hahaha, etc etc).. and of course i had to listen to ALL the instructions given to me AS I WALKED DOWN THE AISLE, not before hand like civilised people, NO NO as the 6agaga (singer) was singing alf al-9alat wil salam 3alaik ya 7abeeb allah mo7ammad luloluluoluloluloulleeey (1000 prayers on you oh dear prophet may be peace be upon him, followed by a weird noise that represents happiness). as we walked we were given the following instructions all at the same time by different people:
- not too much
- don't show too many teeth (any specfic number of teeth? plz)
- look ahead of you
- look around
- walk faster
- not too fast
- a bit faster
- stop and take pictures every few steps (define few)
- DON'T USE YOUR MISHLA7 LIKE A CAPE
- hold her hand
and so on and so forth.. i think i've written enough for one day lol.. anyhoo.. its good to be back to the world of blog..
much love from the now officially taken frog.. :)