*grins*

as much as i sometimes grouse and whine over my i’m so lonely/i miss you/i have absolutely nothing to do yadda yadda yadda, it’s actually not so bad after all.

hehehe.

cos *hugs* i have lovely lovely friends

so yesterday, i sent my aunt, uncle and sis off at the airport. they should be la-laing away in melbourne by now, with my other cousins who live there. and it’ll be a three states trip. melbourne, sydney and goldcoast. i’ve never been to goldcoast before. i wonder how it’s like.

and i’m sure everyone can very well guess “kalau si dekni go oz, nampak sah she’ll skip those states, and hop on the first flight to tassie the minute she sets foot in melbourne”. true true.

but of cos it’ll be bloody murder on me pockets if i really were to go. two oz trips in a year is bloody murder on me pockets for a salary-less me, i kid you not.

lemme give myself a pat on the back. for saying a firm no, n-o, when my aunt offered to pay my tics for me. i was tempted, yes. but the darl will be back in 17 days for good and the 1K would simply be a total waste of money.

of goodbyes and hellos, i’ve had my fair share of that with the love. how do i survive the goodbyes at the airports, you wonder. simple. i skip them. usually it’s me who leaves first. i always make sure that i do. the pain is lesser that way past two and a half years, it’s either a) i leave for kl a day or two before he leaves for aussie, or b) we both leave sg on the same day, but i make sure that he sends me off and my passport gets chopped first *grins*

airport goodbyes are awkward anyway. with family and friends around who also want to have their goodbye moments with him, it’s a nutcase of see no touch.

perhaps the only one time when i really did give him a proper send off was at puduraya bus station, when he came up to kl to meet yours truly. and i cried buckets, i kid you not, the second the doors closed and the wheels moved. it was comical, really, cos three days later, i was back in sunny sg for the weekend. heh.

sepertimana teori rasa-fenomenologi sohaimi abdul aziz (1998), rasa berahi (cinta/kasih/sayang) timbul akibat perpisahan.

i say ‘goodbyes and hellos’, not ‘hellos and goodbyes’. cos the former ends with a happy note. hello

anyhoos…

i had a smashing saturday yesterday

long lepak session with the lovely friends at farhat’s place

nachos, salsa dips, portuguese egg tarts, fettucine carbonara, marinated oven baked chicken, dvds, long chats.

and i have to add that i heart the awesome new sofa set at farhat’s place. it’s uber stylish and comfy

was in bus service 168 last night. making my way home. and i saw the new wheee huge ikea at tampines.

unlike other singaporeans, i cant really feel the excitement about the new ikea and halal thing. cos everytime i pass by the new ikea, i’d somehow think i’m in damansara. cos both look alike from the expressway. sama besar. however, the restaurant at ikea damansara is completely halal. we even had a sumptuous buffet there during the fasting month to break our fast at a very affordable price of rm16 per person. perhaps i shall drop by the new ikea at tampines after all the hype dah abis. cos i cant stand crowds.

speaking of crowds, i commented to my sis yesterday that i find tampines very merimaskan. it’s overwhelmingly crowded, jadi macam susah nak bernafas. there was a time when the bus interchange was simply a bus interchange. spacious. no shops. and everyone had space to walk at his/her own pace (be it fast or slow) and not risk colliding into another person.

was watching the tyra banks show two evenings ago. and the topic was “what people really think about you“.

so, if you could hear what people really said about you, would you want to know? well, do you? how would you react if the truth is not as powdery fluffy as what you thought it is? immediately retort back, be extremely defensive and do nothing at all to tweak the wrong? or sit back, ponder about it and try to better yourself? brutally honest words. as how it was proven by the volunteers in the show, whether they work for or against you, the ball is in your court. it’s how you choose to swallow the bitter pill

that episode from tyra banks show made me think. if criticisms, secara langsung or tak langsung, help me to learn of the the flaws in me yang i tak pernah sedar what i i’ve been doing is wrong, and help me to become a better person, why not

now, everyone count with me. seventeen. 17. tujuh belas.

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