numbness

so the weekend came and went.

the open house was a great success. and i slept the whole day on Sunday recovering from my tiredness. mummy said the guests came up to hundreds. i slept at 2am on Friday and woke up at 8am on Saturday helping mummy out with all the details. gile penat okay.

D picked me up from work on Friday cos I didnt drive. We went home, picked up the shopping list from Mummy, got everything on her list except her 'pink and white marshmallows'. They only have marshmallows coated with chocolate. Marshmallows with strawberry jam filling and other crappy stuff. Darn.

Then it was off to Bangsar, picking up kuih nyonya for tomorrow's event. Keeping in mind that Mummy wants her pink and white marshmallows by hook or by crook. Thank God for Cold Storage. I didnt know how much she needed so i just bought three bags of em.

Then i told D that i absolutely have to have my massage - due to that terrible terrible week before at work that made my back hurt so bad. There we were having an awesome massage. I fell asleep half-way till i was instructed to turn-over. Heh. On the way home, Mummy called and started demanding where are my pink and white marshmallows?!?!

on the way mummy, on the way.
i need to make my chocolate marshmallow cake NOW, and you have to go for massage? sigh.
my back hurt.
yes, okay. marshmallow. now.

D was in frantic mode. D is always in frantic mode when it comes to Mummy.

do you think she's mad.
no, she's not mad. dont be silly.
shit. i think she's mad.
she is not. stop being silly.

mummy was not mad. mummy is never mad with D. I dont know why he was so frantic. in fact she was all smiles when we walked in. she gladly announced that she had just cooking whatever was needed and now she was ready to assemble her cake.

it was the yummiest cake ever. it really was. i love mummy's cakes. she makes the best cakes ever! in fact yesterday my boss asked me

S, did your mom make any cakes for the open house?
yup. she made choco banana and chocolate marshmallow cake.
does she sell them?
no. she doesn't have the time, i guess.
she should. her cakes taste better than secret recipe's.

anyways,

mom & maid made everything.
D made the drinks and cut fruits.
my sisters cut up bit and pieces of this and that.
i made spaghetti carbonara and lasagna and salad nicoisse and nasi khosari.

Mom told D to soak the apples in iced water to prevent it from browning before the guests arrive.

D soaked them in a container.
Then, after a while Mummy said ok you can take them out now. The guest will be arriving.
D took the apples floating in the iced water outside to serve.
Hey, D kenapa tak drain dulu apples ni?
Huh? Ler. Tak payah serve dgn air die skali ke?
*Everybody laughs, D is embarrassed.*

Guest kept on pouring in. I was really really tired. At one point, i even prayed that none of my friends turn up. A friend called,

S, is it still going on?
erm...well...yeah it is. the open house was in full swing. i was ready to collapse.
i rase maybe i tak datang laa..
really?? why..? tries really hard to sound sympathetic.
i segan.i dah sampai putrajaya dah. tapi tak pakai baju raya la.
oh yeke...takpelah. i tak kisah....
tu la segan la. takpekan?
eh takpe, takpe. we'll talk in the office on Monday, k?
oh. em. ok then.

Well, the ones that i really hope would come came. Especially my friends from my previous workplace. I dropped everything and sat there talking to them. It's been more than a year since I last saw them. I was so so so happy. :D Most of the time we just talk crap on the web.

We were so tired that we missed our neighborhood gathering which was such a shame cause it's always like an episode of desperate housewives. Datins and old aunties being very civil, carrying their beautiful decorated baskets of goodies trying to impress each other with their awesome kitchen skills and stuff when in reality, they hate each others guts to death. Hahaha. And they were putting up the big screen/projector playing the match between Arsenal and MU, damn we missed that! The last time when the youngsters organized that Playstation Tournament on the big screen, i missed it too. :(

Deep breath.

Anyways, talk about Hari Raya.

I bought myself 4 pairs of shoes before Hari Raya. Suppose to be for Raya but obviously di kampungku yang tanah nye sungguh lembut tu, i wore my slippers instead. So up till today, i have yet to wear my shoes. I have only worn one pair to work, but the rest are still in the boxes.

Yesterday, D picked me up from work. We had this argument prior to that. Not talking much in the car. Then he told me he wanted to take me to dinner. Which was great. And he took me to eat my favorite meal. Which was even better.

Then I bought (with his money :P) two pairs of Guess? shoes.

Damn. I'm elated. In fact, elated don't even begin to describe it.
One animal print pumps.
One black suede platforms.

My sister took one look at the platforms and said 'OMG! that is sooo Gossip Girl!!'

I am so so happy. Nothing could make me happier than shoes, handbags or chocolates.

Geez, I'm such a girlie girl.

[10:15:29 AM] carrie bradshaw says: takdela
[10:15:39 AM] carrie bradshaw says: i really love my shoes
[10:15:48 AM] carrie bradshaw says: i love love love my shoes
[10:15:57 AM] carrie bradshaw says: i think they're too nice to wear outside
[10:16:06 AM] carrie bradshaw says: im gonna wear them in the house
[10:16:11 AM] roboto-san says: yes i can see that...
[10:16:13 AM] carrie bradshaw says: cos they're so so cool
[10:16:28 AM] carrie bradshaw says: what do u mean 'i can see that'
[10:16:40 AM] roboto-san says: i caught u smiling to yourself semalam masa u sibuk tgh belek2 kat bilik semalam
[10:16:44 AM] roboto-san says: :)
[10:18:10 AM] carrie bradshaw says: eh?
[10:18:11 AM] carrie bradshaw says: where got
[10:18:23 AM] carrie bradshaw says: mane ade
[10:18:49 AM] roboto-san says: ada gel
[10:18:56 AM] roboto-san says: i tgh tgk movie
[10:19:09 AM] roboto-san says: then i terperasan you senyuuuuuuuum jek
[10:19:26 AM] roboto-san says: then you panggil gee or something
[10:19:29 AM] roboto-san says: pastu u tgk i
[10:19:36 AM] roboto-san says: u tanya i "kenapa?"

Hahaha. Told you shoes made me happy. I don't smile to myself for just anything.

I love D for supporting my bad bad bad habits.

Shut up already, please?

it's been mad. mad mad week at work. and I've gone mad.

have I told you I hate work? Yeah? Oh, i forgot. Well, I'll say it again. I.HATE.WORK.

im not looking into new jobs cause I just hate any kind of work that requires me to wake up in the mornings and stay awake for at least 8 hours a day. the receptionist downstairs understands me more than anyone else. every morning when i tag in, i'll pass a remark like,
"benci tau bangun pagi"
"ngantuk lagi la"
"bosan nye kerje. bile ntah nak kaya"
"can we switch places?"
as usual, she'll just giggle and let me in and then proceed to play solitaire or chat endlessly with her friends on the internet. honestly. i envy her job. she has like the bestest job ever here. her biggest worry is when CEO does not receive his newspapers on time.

damn. its like that line in the movie KNOCKED UP,

'i didnt go to Harvard just to work 12 hours a day'

(please watch that movie. it'll teach you one or two things about life. much more than 30 days of night will ever do. plus its not depressing.)

How true is that? Fine. I didnt go to Harvard. But i did received my Degree from the top ranking university in Malaysia . And here i am. Working fixed hours in a day. I started thinking. People with NO qualification should be the one working fixed hours day in and day out. People who go to universities should be smart enough to generate income without being succumbed to long fixed hours, five damn days a week (6 days if you're very very unlucky) for thirty years (more if you were brilliant and managed to graduate ahead of everyone. sad) of your life.

So, did YOU go to university just so you could get a job working 8 hours a day? Did you?
Or did you go to honestly learn and use that knowledge to get rich?
Or did you, like me, went to university to study what i liked and then proceeded to work in something totally unrelated?
And then finding out that is not my thang.
And that university didnt teach me a thing about making money.

Sigh.

Anyways. How is everyone? Broke yet?

Few weekends back, D had an assignment for this photo shoot thingy in Sg Kelang or something. (am i the only person who thinks Sg. Kelang is in Kelang? - university graduate my ass!) He invited me to join him and I was excited cos I've never been to a photo shoot before. He told me to bring a friend or my sister so that i wont irritate him.

Towards the end of the week, i received another invite for an open house-cum-birthday party for a friend's daughter who'll be turning three (Are these the kind of invites married people are suppose to expect??). On the same day of the photo shoot. I was contemplating whether to go or not.

Go or not. Go or not.

Usually I wont really bother with birthday parties of people i hardly know. Especially kids. Eww. But her home was in a swankier part of town and I strongly believe that the nicer the house, the better the food is and the more beautiful the crowd will be. No, really. I actually believe that. The food definitely taste better for sure.

Like, kuih raya tastes better in the city hands down. Kuih kat kampung taste crap. They are tacky, multi-coloured, assorted shaped but they all taste the same! And they are cheap and bad imitation of those in the city.

Take for example;

The classic London Almond. The ones you buy here taste great. The almonds are roasted perfectly.The imported milk chocolate tastes lovely and even the cups are pretty.

The London Almond versi kampungku. Taste crap. Not shaped perfectly. Almonds? Ape bende tu? I once found kacang goreng in my so called London Almond. Insulting. And one lucky time, my mom found half an almond inside. Half! And the cups are obviously not the fancy ones la kan. And we all know how disgusting cheap chocolate tastes like. Oh, well.

In the city, people have money to spare. They're spoilt for choices. If you sell crap, rest assured next raya you better start selling butang baju melayu or something else other than kuih. Demand and supply. Only the best when you're willing to pay. Else, just settle for your kacang goreng.

Anywaaaaaaaaaaayys..

I called my sister and told her about both events. Which one is she willing to tag with me to? D told me to go to the open house cause he's thinking i'll get irritated by the hot sun and long hours.

Which also meant I had to shop for a gift. For a three year old.

Honestly, i have no idea what a three year old looks like. How big? How tall? What are three-year-olds capable of doing? Can they hold a pen? Do they cry a lot? Have they started the Barbie doll craze yet? Can they even talk yet? Do cows fly? Will Erra 's marriage last? Do I really care?

Hmpf.

I went to the mall with my sister. She went to get something at the Roxy Store. I was left stranded at the corner of Anakku, Toycity and MamaCares -or something. Ive never felt so lost since the time i took the long way back from LCCT and ended up in a remote town near Klang. This is bad. I went to the toy store first. D has dragged me many many times to ToysRus thanks to the peter pan inside of every man. I'm okay with toys although i always end up at the Board Games section.

I browse and browse. I see Barbie Dolls. Why do the Barbie dolls look so different? I look closer. Yes they look different and No they're not Barbie Dolls. They're Babies. Font exactly alike.

Wow. Now you can even get rip-off toys. How about that!
Makes raising kids a lot cheaper, eh? Kudos to the inventor! Now you can fool your kids right up to the point where they actually learn to read.

Anyways, toys arent exactly a safe bet. Especially when you dont know the kid. I walk out and step inside Anakku.

Ok. This is better. They have tags that says 'Age 3-4'. So thats how big a three year old kid is! Thank God I didnt buy the scrabble set. They actually have pretty little clothes for little girls, although all that pink was a bit too overwhelming for me (and i actually like pink). Little dresses with butterflies down the front. Denim skirts with patched flowers. Tank tops with little red hearts all across the back. I think I'll go for the denim skirt. They look kinda cute. I would wear them. If i was 3.

I struggle to find the right age size. I can't find any. I find one for 'Age 2-3'. Kinda short. I hold it up high so i can judge better.

Then it happened.

I'm inside a baby store. I'm holding a piece of clothing up. I still have henna on my fingers. I'm wearing my wedding ring.

Talk about wrong place, wrong time.

If you've been reading long enough, you would know that there are a certain group of people from my uni years that i avoid like plague. I ignore their friendster requests, I decline joining the so-called forum and of course try hard and pretend to not see them whenever I bump into them.

Yan. Lets call her Yan. I'll tell you this much. People actually yawn openly when she visits just so she leaves. She was like part of the Hollywoodrag team of the class. Nosy is such a mild word.

I see her first.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I lift the skirt higher so it covers my face. There's not much a three year-old's skirt can do.
She saw me.

"OMG S!!! is that you???" could she be any louder?
"eh?" i tilt my head and smile faintly.
"OMG!OMG!OMG! lamenye tak jumpe engkau!!
"tu la kan?" the smile gets fainter.
she looks at the skirt in my hand and then the wedding ring. she puts her hands on her hips.
"Are you married??"
"Erm, well yeah. Kind of anyways. Its been 57 days now" thank you count up from face book.
"To whom? Sape ni? Ko kawin ngan sape? Aku kenal ke?" told you nosy was a mild word.
"Kenal kot. The guy is D"
"D? Kenape aku rase macam kenal je? Macam familiar la name tu?"
"Yeah. Memang ko kenal pun. D tu kan kawan MK"

"MK? eh mane ko kenal MK" MK is the guy she was totally in love once upon a time with who happens to be D's best friend and also happen to be married and a daddy.
"mestila aku kenal. kau jugak yg citer kat aku dulu , kau slalu buatkan assignment die. Pastu lecturer die tak percaya sbb perfect sgt"
"HA? aku ade citer ke? eh? aku tak ingat la.. tapi memang ade pun..hehe" she looks embarrassed now.
"Yeah. Anyways, I married MK's best friend D. You've met D before. Maybe you dont remember"
"yeke? anyway, ko nak ade baby ke?"
"eh, takdelah. aku nak beli tuk kawan aku punye anak la"
she looks at me in disbelief. yela kan. kawin pun tak ajak die.
"are you married?"
"me? huh, no way. no way."
"good for you"

honestly. when i meant good for you, i meant good for you. she seemed annoyed at my statement though. it's good to be single. it's better to be single and in love. swoon.

reminds me of that other line in knocked up;

'Marriage is like a tense, unfunny version of Everybody Loves Raymond, only it doesn't last 22 minutes. It lasts forever'

our relationship is more like episodes of mr and mrs smith. We sometimes wanna shoot each other but end up in bed at the end of day. heh. i never found everybody loves raymond funny anyways.

and no. i didnt go to the party. i walked out quickly from Anakku after that. Can't risk anymore fateful meets like that. so i got nothing but a lesson on kids sizes.

and i didnt go to the photo shoot either. it was scheduled at 10. D woke up at 10. He barely showered and was gone.

I'll see everyone this weekend at the open house. Fyi, mummy's chocolate fountain just arrived from UK yesterday. woot woot.

"Mommy, where do babies come from?"
"Where do you think they come from dear?"

"Well. I think a stork, he umm, he drops it down and then, and then, a hole goes in your body and there's blood everywhere, coming out of your head and then you push your belly button and then your button falls off and then you hold your butt and you have to dig and you find the little baby."

"That's absolutely right, honey."

3 states, 3 days and a gazillion calories later..

i had a merry hari raya. honestly i did.

i ate, took pictures, barbecued, slept in the car, ate, slept in the car, took pictures, slept in the car.

good eh? yeah, i thought it was pretty good too.

we had our final breaking of fast at home before leaving for seri menanti, negeri sembilan. arrive abt an hour later, not so far la the kampung, very near only. I'd suffer from gangrene if i had to sit in a car for more than two hours.

arrive and sat outside and barbecued a bit. then i started to scratch my head looking for a little 3'x6' area to sleep. me and D. I ask Mummy where. Mummy said anywhere, maybe up there. I said but i thought the maids are sleeping there. Mummy said we rule over maids. So they have to find another spot. Not like it was such a great spot.

(Do you know that the Kampung we go home to every Hari Raya has been abandoned for more than 20 years ago? My great-grandma moved to KL after great-grandpa died. She stayed with grandma, and rotated among her grand-daughters till her passing in 1999. To continue the tradition, everyone still goes back even after she was gone. No, my grandma does not live there. Grandma and Grandpa stay in SS5, Kelana Jaya and shops at Giant every other day.)

It's a typical kampung house on stilts. I call it the worst ritz carlton i've ever stayed at. You can't run in the house or you'll wake the entire house. Careful on the floorboards. You don't know which ones are loose. And find a way so that you'll be last to arrive back in the kampung. When all the cleaning up for one abandoned year is over and done with. Except, you'll be last on the list of where to sleep. So, fine. Mummy said up there. I spread the quilt and sleeping bag across the entire floor.

"Ok babe. You sleep there, I sleep here and G sleep beside me and then Wani and then mummy, ok?".
"Errrr.... i sleep where...?"

Wani was two places away from D in the sardine arrangement and still when she laughed the entire floor was shaking and vibrating, i kid you not. Susah betul nak tido. D tried to hug me to sleep which was not appreciated at all by Wani..

"Mummyyyyyyyyyyy... tengok budak dua orang ni!!!! Tido ramai2 ni die nak manja-manja pulaaaaaakk...!!!"

We were so not! Liar. Tolong sikit.

Honestly, I couldnt sleep that night. Between the heat and the mosquitoes, i was pacing the house, up down, up down all night. I was bugging my grandma. I was bugging my brothers. I was doing everything but sleep. Restless gila.

Oh and did i tell you that we never never have water for hari raya? Never. They only turn on the main water supply after non- peak which is 10am pagi raya. yes. it was on the news last year. But like duh, its still the same. dont think karam singh walia thinks that anyone significant actually lives in seri menanti.

Honestly im not gonna tell you how we managed to mandi sunat aidilfitri but rest assured we were squeaky clean and smelling very nice. yes, i promise. We did whatever raya stuff people usually do- pray, eat, visit, eat, get robbed off duit raya and by 2pm we were back in the ritz carlton seri menanti packing our stuff. Mummy and everyone else was packing to leave for Melaka and mengadap the in-laws. And i was packing to mengadap grandmother-in-law in JB. yay. some peace and quiet in the car and air-conditioning. oh yeah.

The moment we left, i switched on the laptop and watched Prison Break season 3 episode 4. Five minutes later, i fell asleep. Yeah, i know. I like Scofield watching me sleep. But D didnt know. Cos he told me "jgn tido tau, teman i drive". Who can tell when you're wearing sunglasses and looking straight at the laptop. Nyeh! I woke up and we were barely 30 minutes away from nenek's house. D said i was ' the most useless co-pilot ever'. I said i tired la, must let me rest. He just shook his head. We reached at exactly 8pm.

D's mom said i was "cantiknyeeee...". I felt kinda bad. Coz one day while breaking fast at her house in Shah Alam, i saw her material for her baju raya. I told D I want this! I want this!. Cos i have a kebaya i bought ramdomly in Bandung with no kain to go with. And what his mom had was the perfect match. So shy want to ask. Her baju raya some more.

Later when it was time to go home, we were standing beside the kain when i commented how nice it was. She said she got it during her trip to Bali and it was a two piece thingy - for baju and kain. I gushed and gushed at how lovely it was when she suddenly said, "you can have it S. Do you want it?". hehehehe. I had to twist my tailor's arm to get it done in five days just before raya.

Oh, well. We spent a night in JB, and i sat for ages listening to his 92 year-old grandma talk. She's old but strong. Greeted us walking to the door. Super-gran.

My main concern is what time should I wake up spending the night at the in-laws? Waking up at 7 am all dressed and smelling nice and offering to help with breakfast tu tipu sangat kan. So i woke up at 9am and texted Mummy;

To; Mummy 012 -2******
Mummy, go to in-laws house must wake-up what time?
Ngantuk laa...Malas nak bangun cepat2.

Mummy never disappoints. She replied within seconds,

From; Mummy 012-2******
Kul 2pm pun takpe kos D tinggal rumah in law pun bangkit kul 2pm.

Not exactly an answer so I texted my sister, G.

From; Gee 012-9******
Boleh je. Bgn kul 3 pun ok. Tapi tahan jela mak tam, mak su, mak lang, mak teh, segala makmak sume soksek2. haha.

I lay there in bed contemplating whether i shud get in the shower or not, until i heard his mom's voice waking the brothers up in the next room.

I open the door a tiny crack and put my head out.

'what time are we going out?'
'around 10.30. i think you can get ready now.'
'oh ok. i will.'

Problem solved. 9.30 is the best time to wake up.

Visit auntie this and auntie that and by noon of second hari raya, we were already heading back to Melaka to meet up with my family and relatives over on that side. Stayed a bit for the barbecue and by 11pm was already driving back to CIVILIZATION. Since my family was still in Melaka when we left, D's mama invited us to sleep over in Shah Alam.

Arrived in Shah Alam at 1am and that was the end of my Hari Raya.

Shah Alam got no problem. Only D's mom and brothers. No nenek, no aunties. I woke up at noon and padded around the house all day in my jammies and purple flower socks. I hate to shower unless i absolutely have to.

So in a span of 3 nights, i slept at three different places in 3 different states. Thats what i call a successful raya. -fulfilling all obligations of meeting everyone without having to spend too much time with them.

D and my siblings.

D and my whacked sisters.

Siblings with their lovely sister.

Me and D's brothers in Melaka.

Sekian.

accident

Rammed the divider. The car spun twice. and landed back first into the divider.

Am still shaken from the accident two hours ago. Funny thing. I seem to be the only one. Dont think anyone else gives a rats ass.

Oh well. Cant expect much. I'm probably the drama queen.

I had this premonition early morning i was gonna have an accident.
I told D about it after the accident happened.
He ignored me. Or probably he thought i was talking thrash as usual. Or probably my voice was just an irritating distant buzz.

Lets talk about happier things.

Like meeting up with my two favorite people in the world.
Like how hard it was to meet up and finally doing it.
Like catching up over yummy crab claws and garlicky prawns.
Like talking rubbish and realizing age don't change you one bit.
Like how nothing is sensitive. Everything is okay to talk about.
Like how you can mention one name and watch the same expression sketched on each face.
Like you love the same people. Hate the same people.
The people you love they hate. The people you hate they love.
And then still be able to tolerate each other.
Like taking the first bite of my JCO tiramisu donuts. Yes. I finally did. Tasted a bit different tho.

I missed my friends.
I missed hanging out and being moronic. (can't believe i said i miss being a moron)
Laughing till my belly hurts.


crap! your camera phone sucks like hell, Y!

It's a funny thing. All corporate but nothing changed. He is still shallow and says the corniest things 'dont let it waste, keep it in the waist' - or something and she still is the forgetful asbentminded person. All the way to BB and no wallet. And she licks her arm clean if the food is good. Not fingers, but arm.

All the starched pants, court shoes and neck-ties aint gonna change you. Unless you let them.


S is wishing everyone;

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI
MAAF ZAHIR BATIN

DRIVE SAFE (unlike some morons)

Saturday Afternoon

its Friday again. naturally, im ecstatic. the weekend rocks. even if i lie in bed and do nothing.

last Friday we went for a midnight movie. like the Friday before that. and the one before. we were contemplating between the brave one and premonition. we decided on premonition which was hell of a big mistake. serious ngantuk. we sat in the couples seat (saja ngade2) and half way through i pulled the hand rest halfway down, put my head on it and slept all the way.

bengang la. everytime i watch a sandra bullock movie, i vow never to see another one again. but then i always do! damn you ms. bollocks. the last movie of hers was the lake house which i took my mom to see. and she fell asleep 15 minutes into the movie. gile sangap. her movies are always about this stupid premonition/magic/save the husband and whatnot. remember practical magic? eeii..me getting sleepy just talking about her movies. ugh. the hartamas sq. dimsum made up for the disastrous movie.

anyways come saturday, things were looking much brighter. we had planned an evening out together-gether, breaking fast included. i love love love love the buffet spread! japanese chef preparing fresh shashimi. seronot. it was not easy finding a buffet which included a japanses spread as my craving of the week was fresh salmon shashimi.

we really are all talk.

the first round was shashimi. and sushi. i had like three (tiny, bite size) pieces of salmon and butter fish - which is incredibly yummy, and D had the exact same thing. and a little bit of goat's cheese salad.

we finished that off.

i took another three pieces of butter fish and two thin slices of lamb. and D had the similar. we almost finished that. then looked at each other. that guilty look. sebab dah kenyang. i think we ate like worth ten bucks each. we went outside, sat on the benches for a ciggie break.

we watched people piled the plates with roti jala, mee-hoon goreng, nasi beriani, pasta and stuff. damn. where do they put it all away. and even if i had space, i would NOT eat mee-hoon. if you do groceries, you'll know that a packet of mee-hoon cost less than two bucks and paying eighty bucks just to get stuffed with mee-hoon is really unworthy.

as if im much better at making my money's worth.

we went in again. got cupcakes. i had like three. i like cupcakes, although some are truly disgusting and all aesthetic. these were nice. really nice. not so pretty. but yummy. D had a piece of caramel pudding.

and that my friends, is all we ate after paying RM80 per pax. i should stick to Williams. or stay at home. better.

We moaned and groaned about being too full. Akak belakang yang makan 6 round tu relaks je. Siap order teh tarik lagi. Terer la akak ni. Badan kecik je.

i really like this place, they separate the fasting customers and the non-fasting ones. the fasting ones get all the tables surrounding the buffet spread, whereas the non-fasting ones sit across the place or even outside. Dat's d way bebeh.

After the meal, D took me to hartamas for 1 1/2 hour massage. sigh. this is life.

Picture below was taken on that Saturday afternoon. It was so hard getting ready to go out. I was lying in bed with my laptop doing crap, he was sitting with his laptop being productive. you go first. no you get ready first. no you go! you la!

i was dressed and wearing my new chunky shoes and lying in bed waiting for him. Still absorbed in his work. The picture was taken when i was stiff waiting for him. and no he was not ready yet. he just put on the top cos he wanted to fit himself in the picture.

Sunlit Bedroom on a Saturday Afternoon.

I'm sitting on the window sill. My ass really hurt. And he told me to take off my shoes.
Duh. I wanted to take pictures to show off my nu shus.

he wanted to wear something nice. pink zara shirt and pants. and leather shoes. like special date la konon. I seriously dont have nice clothes AT ALL. ended up wearing my ripped true religions and ed hardy tee. macam pengemis pun ade jugak. like whodefuck cares la.

can i wear this?
he turns and look at me.
waa.. macam rock star..hahaha.
screw it. im wearing this anyways.
i oso wanna wear t-shirt like that.
its okay. you can wear your pink shirt. nyeheheheh.
no, im wearing a t-shirt too.

tonite we going for movie again. yay. tapi bukan sandra bollocks. malam ni encik mat damon. shud be good. and tonite N is tagging along.

Dem, no couples seats. LOL.