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lack of updates!

Blame it to my newlyfound status that make me so overwhelmed, so over moon, and so head over heels. 
*drum roll please*

Yup, it's official....
I'm someone's fiancee now. 

Actually it happened a while ago, on 20-11-2011 to be exact. He finally popped up the question. Like, my world stopped for a sec and couldn't believe my eyes. He put the rock on it. On my finger. After these years... After what we've been through. This dude never fails to take my breath away and make me proud. He has achieved so many things on his young age. Each milestone brought the best of him. I never thought the guy whom I met nine years ago is soon gonna be my husband. Well, please don't start any rumor cos no wedding date has been set. 
After all, we're still so young to start a family :)

I'm so gutted that a person who suppose to hug me tight was turned out to be such a let down on one of happiest day of my life :( Again and again, my mother was being offensive and she looked at the ring like it's the ugliest ring and smallest diamond ever made. I hate myself for telling her, she's the first person I ran to FFS! As usual, I just took her harsh words with pinch of salt! Like I care, mother.
Hello, he EARNED it himself. His Mom didn't even know about the engagement. He came to me as a gentleman. He told me that the decision didn't only come from his heart but also his mind. It takes time cos he's serious. He's been thinking about this for some time and he thought this is it. This is the time. 
He once had doubts. Not about me but more about my family. You know, his trust and respect were just lost during my WW-III with my mom not so long ago. It's damaged so badly that he had to reconsider it all over again. I fully understand him. I had nothing to say but glad about his honesty. 

Anyway, there's no need to say about those things again. I'm a proud and happiest girlfriend (oops I mean fiancee!) LOL. Thank you baby.. xx

 Intan Juliana 

Days could be cloudy or sunny.. Money would be come & goes. But darling we'll be happy and unhappy together. xx
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PS: Pictures coming up! 


:)

solitaire ring represents his sole love.. aww :)

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