Sunday, November 12, 2006

I lost my card reader.
So i couldnt transfer the abundant pictures i took in Europe from my camera to the thinkpad.

Today, or technically yesterday was the second time i jalan raya for this year.
The first time was on Wed, the day after we arrived work. Went to my grandaunty's place and uncle's after work.
Today, we cleared the 'Generals'. The status my parents would give to the older citizens cos they're priority.
But we jalan raya without my daddy this time cos he is in the Philippines now.
The 3 women were sitting down for coffee just afternoon saying how much we miss him already =(


I realised that this year i was utterly quiet during visiting.
I have no idea why. I think cos the focus is Abang. And they were asking my mom when is he getting married. Only after which they would ask mommy when will my turn be.
*sigh*
How to answer to such questions.
Do they take marrying as shopping? Or a financial status?
*sigh*sigh*sigh*
I used to tell mom that if i wasnt muslim, i would rather cohabit. Cos men can be such a torture to women. And she would get so mad at this.

But seriously, get married?
And my parents are not people who would sponser their children's wedding.
Which is a good thing looking at the divorce rates.


No one has exactly come to my house to visit. Which is a good thing i guess.
*shrug*
Probably i am in no mood in cleaning the house and doing PR


And the thing is i didnt feel the Hari Raya mood this year.
The best thing was just having my family by me.
Even today when jln jln raya i didnt have any baju kurung. Cos all i have are new and too nice to be wearing on a third week of raya.
So i just headed with Kurta and pants.
And definitely my LV *chuckles*


Same thing for tomorrow. Or today technically.
I have 2 open houses to go. And for the first time i am meeting hon's mom.
After an 8-month relationship.


How i feel?



Butterflies in my stomach.
Freaking the shit out of me.



I am not fond of meeting any of my boyfriends' moms
Though i do end up giving them good impressions
*ahem*
Wahahahahaha!


I remember one of my colleagues telling me, prior to knowing me, that she thought i looked so decent macam wanita terakhir
I laughed so hard.


But mothers' buy that.
My innocent looks.
Not that i am not innocent. But i know i aint wild. I aint rawking.
Yes i may hold a conversation with any tom, dick or harry
I may bitch and spew vulgarities
I may be an arrogant arse-hole and put myself on the pedestal


But i carry different personalities at different places.
That's what Taurus women do.
So you can never judge me.


Most times, i am successful in carrying myself right at the right place.
That's why i know people from many places.
But friends are handful


Talking about friends, my wonderful friend, who is more than a colleague, Hui, sms me in the morning.
"Just now i saw Strawberry Shortcake @ MacDonald's"
"Really?so now you have to put up with me and MacDonald's everyday"
"No need le.i dont need to worry cos I ordered the whole collection for you"

*gasp*


She can really surprise me i tell you.
I got another wonderful surprise when i came back to the office on Tuesday
I got back from the toilet and saw a Strawberry Shortcake hand towel on my laptop screen and a 2007 calendar(with glitters)
Again i was gasping. I was speechless.
Then i went over to her workstation and place my hands on my hips,"So place the strawberry shortcake things on my laptop?"
Hui: Not me. i walked past your table and i saw it.
Me: Yeah right... (turn away and then turned back) anyway thanks!


Cant wait for 2007!
(yeah just to place the calendar on my desk)



I want to blog more.
But am too exhausted.



Anyway wish me luck for later...




And yes i want to see 'you' and the stunt you would pull.
Cos i have many stunts in mind
Please dont disappoint me. I want to see you. Please let me see you.
Cos i have been waiting for the day to see you
And when i do, i pray God is on MY side.
This may probably be the only chance....

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