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i recently witnessed a facelift operation on a 56 year old lady. she reaaaaaally look younger after the op! like a 36 year old lady?

but i just couldn't understand why would someone go into THAT much of pain?

(i just have to add that this lady not only have susuk- lots of them! on her face, pakai botox lagi tu!)

we're talking about making a cut on your upper hairline to reduce the creases on the forehead. another cut that goes down to the earlobe to make your cheek tighter. must be damn sakit for a good few weeks tu.

and the thing i lebih tak faham is that, how come this makcik who had her bandages removed after the op for some cleaning commented that it wasn't enough?!!!

(jaw dropped)

has it ever crossed her mind the word "death"?

there's always a first time

+++

i'm ready for a change!

we are NOT stupid!

jade and i was feeling rather hungry before we left shah alam for dewan perdana felda last saturday. plus we need to get a card for the newlywed couple! [memang tak senonoh; few hours before the reception barulah terhegeh2 cari gift! lol]

so we went to this bakery shop in PKNS. bought 4 buns and paid. before we left, i asked for the receipt. it just didn't make any sense to me how four buns which cost not more than rm2 each can total up to rm12?

what happened was that.... 2 cakes were already recorded in the cash machine and were included in my bill. it was only rm3.50 extra than what we should have paid for, not that i'm bothered much about it. it's just how they responded to their mistakes that made me pissed off.

you see, mula-mula the total was rm9-ish and then he looked at the receipt and claimed that he hasn't key in the milo drink. ohkay. tit tit tit jadilah nearly rm12.

IF the extra two cakes were a pure mistake, he should have detected it wayyyyy earlier before i actually asked for the receipt. ni tak, bile mintak, hesitated nak kasi... err errr.. nak tipu orang ke?

and his wife, my gawd, what a bad sales assistant she was! she looked at the receipt, took our plastic bag, keluarkan all of our buns and said, "betul la ni. tak salah pun. cume ade dua cake termasuk sekali."

WTH.

2 extra cakes being included in someone else' bill tak salah? O__o"

they didn't apologised at all. siap claimed the money we gave her tak cukup tu. helloooooo, how can you be in business line when you can't even do simple maths? gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

lesson of the day, be extra alert of the prices of stuff you bring to the counter. as easy as it is to keluarkan you moolah from the pocket, double check if it's the right amount. careless mistake may happens once in a while. and hey, if you are in those customer service line (i.e. jaga counter mcm org ni), it's ok to admit when you've done wrong.

is it that hard to say, "i'm sorry"?

read it out loud

fear less. HOPE more.

eat less. CHEW more.

whine less. BREATHE more.

talk less. SAY more.

love more... and all the good things will be yours.

dumping site

talking to others about your feeling is important. some share their problems and thoughts with their parents. but when the problem starts at home, between your parents- who do you run to?

sometimes you try to bottle up your anger. keep everything within yourself. play pretend that everything is alright, going to be ok.

but somehow, subconsciously, once you've reached the maximus of your patience level.... the anger starts to sip out. maybe you don't talk about your problems out-loud, in public. but you started to criticize, see things negatively, everything pun salah! emo tak kira tempat.

yang kene tempias? those always by your side. YOUR FRIENDS.

you see, as close friends, we try to be understanding. try to put ourselves in the shoes of our emo problematic friend. try to come up with excuses whenever the friend explode randomly. try to forgive and forget.

but the more i think about it, our main aim is actually to avoid any drama within us.

...somehow it's getting more and more tiring :((

it's true that we share our problems with friends BUT they are not the dumping site of your frustrations. they are not there to absorb your anger.not a punch bag to throw your fits around. not a toy for your childish tantrum.

GROW UP ohkay!

hooked!

reading b2b blog(s) can be really addictive :O

any recommendations of blog i should pop-in and pay a visit?

thanks lovelies!

**edited:
few days ago i had a conversation about my wedding budget with the bestie@MOH (maid of honor). she commented on how her sister spent rmXXX,XXX whereas i roughly have only about rmXX,XXX for the wedding.

:O

...is wedding THAT expensive kah?

but after reading quite a number of b2b blogs by now, i just realised that you can save a bit of money here and there IF you know where to D-I-Y! well of course, if you got the extra cash, why not just delegate the work to someone else and pay for their efforts. easier for you maaa.....

maybe the grand-ness of a wedding is being measured on who designed the wedding attire, the wedding planner/decorator of the hall, what is being placed on the dulang hantaran or even how much was the wang hantaran.

BUT having a perfect wedding is something so subjective; that you may not feel the same way as i do. and i'm pretty sure that PERFECT doesn't necessarily means GRAND!

as long as you follow your budget, ukur baju di badan sendiri... insyallah you'll be able to enjoy your special day :))

(takdelah stress sangat fikir takde duit for the-married-life pulaks! *giggle*)

lead me to you

it's amazing how everything in life comes as some surprise.
like how things you wanted badly in the first place becoming more difficult and complicated.
you've given all you have and yet-
they are still demanding for more than what you can give.
is that the sign to give up?
then when you thought there was no hope left, no air to breathe
out of nowhere, something that you least expected, come rolling and knocking on your door.
it has always been there, waiting to be picked up.
and after all the disappointments, you finally asked hesitantly...
is that really for me?

excuse me?

sometimes i wonder, do the non-muslims really not know that much about islam or are they just plain ignorant?

for example, #alcohol consumption is definitely a big no-no for muslim {although i hate to admit this, but memang wujud lah orang islam yang kaki botol...}

thus it became a routine for me to check if any type of alcohol is being used during the food preparations when i went to check out any restaurants in london. ok fine *pout* they might not know that fact. but after i informed the ladyboss at ten tei regarding that matter, she came back and said, "alcohol evaporates. after you finish cooking, it won't be there anymore."

and kept on pestering us to order the eel-dish. that contains alcohol. because it's the best! {if cakap sekali dua, oklaaa....ni tak! amagad, it's tiring+disappointing talking to someone that didn't understand the meaning of, "no, i don't take alcohol" in english language.}

what's the point of putting it in the first place, if it were to evaporates and leaves nothing behind? silly, no? -__-"

another example is about #wearing hijab. it seems like they see it as an option- wear it if you want, don't wear it if it's too much hassle, giving your problems in doing your daily life activities.

yesterday we went for the loupes demonstration. ohkay more like lets pura-pura tengok demonstration as they are giving out the new philips electrical toothbrush for FREE to the finalists. woohooo! errrr i mean yeah, what did you say again about the magnification? *hands holding tight to the freebies*

we then approached this guy selling it for gbp1700+. he started off with, "i'm not pretty sure how you can try this with your headscarf because this needs to sit properly on your ears."

i thought he was gonna stop there but na'aaah . he continued saying something like, "ahaaaa! i know the solution. stop wearing them." and he laughed.

ha-ha-ha. not funnyyyyyy!!!!!! pfffffttttttttt :-f

people may see islam as rigid and not flexible. but rules are rules. and whatever has been written in the Quran has to be followed. it is true some muslims don't behave like they should do. but that doesn't mean we are given the option to follow their footsteps.

being abroad may makes it look like it's an "option" or rather an "excuse"- in the sense that, nobody gonna remind you or nag you or check on you- whether you pray, recite the Quran, eat only halal meats etc. you then decide how you want to lead your life, on your own.

alhamdulillah, i am still holding on to my faith.

jealousy

my parents used to bring me everytime they went out when i was little; to the house showroom when we were looking for a place to pindah from keramat, to the perabot shops to pick new couch for the living room, to the paint shop, to the bank, to the wet-market (yes! i went to accompany mama buy fish etc since standard 2) and everywhere lah!

i like cruising in the car with them. and the idea of them getting me involved in this adult's business makes me feel important!

truth is, i don't like to be left behind.

but being away from home is already the biggest factor of missing out on all of the social events! like this-

i miss my girls :((
can't wait to be home for good, insyallah in 6 months time!

....guess what they are trying to spell out?

hello, new day!

i try to avoid using the lift in our dental institute since god-knows-when.

so when dr.D bumped into me twice, both hands loaded with too much stuff that you can barely see my face anymore, he made a remark about it.

"you are under-using the lift. but i'm pretty sure you gonna live longer because of that." he laughed as he walked past me.

%-( [not listening emoticon- geddit?]

truth is, i don't do much any exercise here.
i do yoga *cough*once in a blue moon*cough*, if that counts la! *cheeky grin* before, i used to join the woman's monday classes but then i find it challenging to get myself out of the room in the evening during winter. it gets dark too soon and so sejuk ohkay! then i started jogging with my exercise buddies, missH and missF but as you can see, it didn't last.

the thing about doing exercises is that you need a lot of motivation to start and keep on doing it. you need to know whyyyyy you need to exercise- nak kurus? keep fit? increase stamina? maintain hot, smoking body?

but when people make comments like, "aaahhh you are already so thin, why do you need to exercise?" or "what do you want to be? a skeleton?"....it made me even malas-er!

i know i know....i'm just pointing finger, and putting the blame on others when me, myself sendiri yang tak bersungguh-sungguh. so i thought hey, why don't we start today then? it's never too late, you know.

furthermore, liverpool street is not that far from whitechapel.

i walked and walked and walked. passed by the bus stop but i didn't even stop to check whether is there any bus coming or not. i walked passed it and crossed the road. then it was a right-turn for me.

as soon as i turned, i could see the glimpse of bus 135 from the corner of my right-eye. i was at least about 100 steps away from it- should i patah balik or should i just continue walking?


oh well, i think you can already see it coming, don't you?


...i ran back to the bus stop and hopped onto the bus. made full use of my one-day capped oyster card. reached floyer just in time, and managed to rushed back to the lab to cast up my alginate impression. sumore saved my energy as i was fasting today.

BUT i failed on my exercise attempt! yet again. uh-huh.

oh when oh when will i ever start exercising?

pee in the pants

for some reason, horror movies will always be chosen during our movie night.

and to say that i'm sooo berani, suke giler tgk cerita hantu? that's definitely not me! na'ah!

but i do enjoy watching it with the girls because my bravery-level is somewhere in the middle. i got M and H that are super-berani that make me feel safe. and there will always be F and Y to make fun off; because they are super-penakut one. looking at their scared faces, tightly-shut eyes and hands squeezing their ears... super entertaining, i tell you! they can even make the environment become more menakutkan because they screamed a lot- hantu belum keluar pun dah jerit. *evil laugh*

OK i do get goosebumps watching this kind of movie! but still want to watch. so how leh? normally i will either shut one eye and only let another eye watching on its own or cover the face with the hand but stil got holes between fingers to let me to have a peek. cheating giler, i know. that's why i'm in the middle. lmao.

if watch on screen, can lah do like that. imagine seeing one real life, face-to-face? mahu pengsan kot! *gulp*

based on my personal experience, the time i got really scared was definitely during the ops burung hantu back in form 2 (maybe?) prefects camp in Janda Baik, Pahang. i love camping but i so hate this "leaving you in a spot for short period, alone in the dark" and you are expected to write a poem(!!??).

soon enough, i could not see any of them anymore. just the sound of the water flowing from the river, about 20 steps away from me. basically they left me a space, just under the pokok buluh. right. tutututuuuuu *whistling* if you haven't read or heard about why pokok buluh can be that scary, good for you! unlucky me, i read too much.

i sat down with both legs closed to the body, head resting on the knees and hands wrapped tightly to the body. time passed by too slow. everything was so peaceful until there was this sound of something fallen off the tree. then i felt as if something is "there", just at my right side. the body started to tremble, i can hear my own heartbeats and i couldn't stop praying, hoping Allah s.w.t will keep me safe.

i was so terrified that i started sobbing and i fell asleep.

and hell no, of course i didn't look up to check! are you out of your mind? it might be the facilitator trying to scare me. or some random babi hutan, enjoying its night walk and i was blocking its way. but there is a small chance that it's that thing. my curiosity level just sank down to the bottom and im better off not knowing! wallahualam.

that was definitely my last time to set foot into the jungle.
[well you don't count DOE as camping dalam hutan because all we did was setting up our tent in the middle of the field, no?]

sexism

believe it or not, i don't know how to cook before i came to study in london.

the first and only lauk i've made was ayam pedas. i was only sweet17 that time. just finished spm, lepaking at home+babysitting the little siblings as mama brought the maid to the immigration to renew her passport. but it took them ages to come home and the little ones complaining, "lapar lapar lapar".

mama insisted that she's nearly finishing and that i don't have to trouble myself! [hahaha i bet she's worried that i might burned the whole house.]

but cooking can't be that hard, can it? *shrug*

the end result?
babysis didn't eat at all. brother2 had one bite and felt like puking because it was too salty (i didn't know that you weren't meant to put the same amount of garam and kunyit on the chicken ready-to-be-fried). while brother1 had 2 pieces of chicken before his tears streamed down his cheeks. it was soooo pedas because *paused* i used nearly one genggam of cili padi (green bird-eyes chillis) instead of the dried chilli.

....t'was loooooong time ago! *laugh*
now i'm a good cook; don't you think so? (whoever that supports this statement dapat free dinner!ngeeeeh.)

until i've reached the stage that sometimes i do get annoyed at mr.bofwen for being so rigid in cooking. not like this, not like that! cannot cannot cannot. *frown* ohkaylah, technically he is a better cook because he taught me how to cook in first year. and hmm his sambal udang is fantastic *drooling* but that was before he went back to Penang *pause* maybe we are equal now since he no longer cooks. [...never thought i'll reached this stage someday! YESSSSSS!!! hohoho]

i believe there are a lot of different ways to produce that one dish. you just gotta be creative in your cooking- there's no right or wrong. it's about creating a harmony within all the ingredients you have campak-ed into the kuali.

or maybe my theory is wrong. and i just have this ego issue that i can't let go. i mean, women are meant to be good in cooking, no? just like how men supposed to be good with cars, plumbing, changing light bulp and other handymen's job. pressure dowh if the guy partner is way better in the kitchen then start criticizing this and that.*shot the look-who's-holding-the-sudip-now to mr.bofwen*

it's my territory, so back off!
(....naaaah, i didn't verbally said it out loud to him!)

i think he gave up already! now he never bothers me in the kitchen- he just let me do my business, my own way. during his recent trip, he neither came to help potong-potong nor at least to keep me company in the kitchen. errr that sounded wrong somehow. i don't want a lazy husband oso. maybe i should insist on having him in the kitchen, duduk diam-diam at one corner while i'm cooking?

yes, i'm fickle like that! O_o

halal

i've never realised how food is deeply involved with my social life until i came to london. post-exams jom makan. birthday celebrations jom makan. catching-up-session jom makan.

unfortunately being abroad is not as easy like back in malaysia! can go lepak kedai mamak anytime, no need to think "is the meat halal?" or "is alcohol being added?". you can eat anything - momantai [no problem] !!! if you want to avoid all the hassle and kemusykilan, all you need to do is avoid the chinese restaurant that hangs babi infront [not that i've seen any la in malaysia].

dulu i used to find it troublesome but now, naaaaaah! it doesn't bothers me at all. afterall i am a big fan of seafood; i lived up to my nickname given by wandon - kucing. i may dine at a restaurant cooking pork dishes or selling alcohol, but i will never ever eat "katok" meat no matter how desperate i am. that's why i was shocked when i went for a meal with a non-muslim friend to a chinese restaurant and was offered duck meat.

i *blinked* once and got no response. i *blinked* twice and guess what popped out from the friend's mouth - "anything ok right as long as it's not pork lah?"

-__-"

it seems like not everyone get the idea of "halal" meat; which caught me off guard because this friend of mine is a malaysian! ahhhhhh.....ignorance is a bliss NOT! probably showing this video can help the friend understand more of this "halal" business.

i am capable of anything! remember that.

as yesterday was my last day in Southend, i was looking back at the goals i set for myself before i started it. i already knew all along that it will be hard to get most of the requirements done there as it all depends on luck ...and knowing mine, gosh, dream on babe!

all i want was pretty simple - i just want to be comfortable and confident with what i'm doing now. i want to be able to deliver good treatments to the patients i've seen and at least made an attempt to change their perceptions towards a better oral health.

i'm not sure what i've done right but it was definitely rewarding to get a pat on the back, a smile, a "you can do it" wink after completing the tasks. *giggle*

that is definitely the best thing about working in close-support with human beings! they respond back to you after all your hardwork. not to say that i'm doing all of this just to get compliments, attention from others though. no, don't get me wrong here!

however, when you do get it, how do you actually respond to praises?

do you bask graciously, take a bow on the stage in the limelight? or do you mumble, trying to find the right words to tone it down? do you treasure the moment of glory? or do you shrink in embarrassement?

like me, i want to be acknwoledged for what i've done but i do feel quite embarrassed to accept the compliments given. there will be this nagging voice deep inside me saying that "ahh you missed that one" or "no, that wasn't good enough!" or "it would have been better if......" it's too loud that i couldn't fight it!

until one day, a friend commented that i shouldn't be too hard on myself! this is like self-abusing, he jokingly said. i went back home and couldn't stop thinking about it. maybe he's right. accepting compliments (not to boost it lah!) is like taking supplementary to nurture our starving self-esteem. it's like believing in yourself, in your abilities and accepting your strength. think positively, then you'll see things differently. bak kata pakar motivasi, jika kau fikirkan kau boleh, kau pasti boleh melakukan. jika kau fikirkan ragu-ragu, usahamu tidak menentu.

i am really thankful to have met really nice, sweet, positive-thinking patients throughout my clinical trainings. without their support, i wouldn't realise that i am able to deliver that much to others. especially now when i'm having the exam-crisis-help-me-i-have-doubt-in-myself kinda thing!

thank you and god bless! **hugs**

have it? flaunt it!

i was in the locker room today, wanted to grab my coat and get ready for zuhur prayer when this 7-months-pregnant nurse came into the room. she started talking and i was trying to be friendly, replying to whatever she was saying. then suddently she started to unzip the pants, unbutton her uniform and literally was half-naked there and then.

automatic reflex, i turned and focused towards my locker - rearranging my books, belek-ing my coat, do whatever nonsense that i can do with whatever i have in there. if only i could hide my head inside the locker, i would have definitely done that!

please tell me that it's normal to feel uncomfortable watching another girl undress herself in front of you!

and amagaaaaad, how can she just randomly get changed like that? it's a shared-locker room where guys can enter the room anytime. no wonder mrD was traumatized after the incident. if i were him, i would too. serious!

to be honest with you, i don't usually change infront of others. i'll only do that as desperate measure; i.e. when there's no toilet nearby or it's just too impossible/ challenging/ scary to go to another place just to get changed. and when i do so, i'll make a point to put the old piece of cloth in front of my chest, just to cover it - although i don't really have anything extravaganza to show off in the first place. rofl.

well basically, i pemalu ok. *blushed*


.....all this reminds me of the capsule hotel experience in Japan. the public baths; i haven't forgotten about you at all! don't be shocked when you enter the square-shaped bathroom completed with few pipes and stools in front of it, occupied with naked women from all ages - tua, muda, kendur, bergetah - semua ada! and yes, you have to sit on the stool and mandi when your "shower partner" is just 50cm away from you, maybe? oh, please pretend that you are totally not bothered with what you've seen. you ada, diorang pun ada! :P

-silent-
i can't! i just can't lah!!!

*cough* how did i take my shower throughout my stay there? don't ask!
you wouldn't want to know....kan girls? *looking at missyH, missyA and missyM*

childish experiment

i woke up at 3ish-am, found myself lying on the sejadah and still covered in telekung [praying clothes]. it's sahur time :)) mr.bofwen went back to his kampung, so i had to eat ALONE*pout*.

i was clicking here and there, checking the facebook for anything new and *evil grins* untagging photos that weren't suppose to have 'moi' label.

then, i saw a message from mr. BFF. he gave me an advance birthday wishes as he is leaving for umrah this evening. awwwwwww, he remembers. thooo tweeeeeet! god bless him.

i told him to pray in front of Kaabah that i'll get through these thousands of small hurdles to handle this one BIG challenge (G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-O-N). amin.

hopefully he'll remember to do that lah!
because i truly believe that whatever being said infront of Kaabah will be granted. insyallah.

the last only time i've been to Tanah Suci was looooong time ago. mind you, i was just a curious 11 year old kid at that time. (arwah) grandmother pesan-ed soooo many times not to think/said any nonsense infront of kaabah. i was contemplating on praying for either a brother or a sister as mama's fifth child. then i got bored because i can't see the result there and then - mama will only bersalin next year!

so i thought, hey, let's try something else!
i came across the idea of praying for the lost of my sandals. but i quickly erased that thought. *knocked the head* apa deiii!

guess what? yeah, someone curi my sandals. pfffffftttttttt. and poor mama, she walked barefooted from the Masjidil Haram to the nearest shop for a new pair of sandal.

no thanks to me and my evil mouth!

T.G.I. Friday's Guest Experience

since it's our last dinner together, mr.bofwen and i decided to chill at TGIF - more relaxing, soothing and quiet. it fits the 'ahhh long distance mode ON (again)' atmosphere.

as soon as we were seated, the waitress came to take our drink order.

mr.bofwen : we should just share lah the drink. *laughs* you bukannye minum byk pun.

me : kenot lah! *looking at the waitress* i know chillis doesn't allow lah.

waitress : can can...sure, no problem *smiling*

few minutes after, she came to take our food order. this time, another waitress (who looked more superior) was tailing her and observed us.

mr. bofwen : we would like to take the 2 course meal offer for rm 29.90.

waitress : *turned to the superior waitress behind her*

snob waitress : it's per person, per serving

mr.bofwen&i : ohkay *du'uhh, of course we know that!*

mr.bofwen : i want this *pointing at appetizer* and this *pointing at the entree*

snob waitress : it's per person, per serving

mr. bofwen : yalah, i want this AND this FOR ME!

waitress : *still hasn't write anything on the paper*

me : (clear the throat) and i want this *pointing* and this *pointing*

waitress : oooohhhh ok. *starts writing down the order*

.............................................................................................................

what the fishh!!!????

i know ordering just one drink may seems inappropriate BUT if it wasn't because of the yes answer, i would have definitely ordered a glass of plain water. i thought the waitress was just rude, assuming that we are kedekut-couple nak dating dkt tempat "posh" sikit but nak share meal. excuse me, but i'm thin not because im (over)feeding mr.bofwen (yg mungkin agak chubby). grrrrrrrr!!!!

i don't think they deserved the 10% service charge *pout*

as they returned my visa (debit) card, i was told by the supervisor that i'm one of the lucky winners where i can get FREE sizzling fajita IF i fill in some surveyform online.

i did the survey.

not because of the free fajita.

but because i'm dying to leave the comment, "your staffs were impolite and very snobbish! i'm unimpressed by the service and jangan harap nak datang lagi!"

ok, THAT's what i planned to write initially.

but then i thought, rezeki jangan ditolak, musuh jangan dicari.

*passed the receipt to mr.bofwen*

look who's landed!

alhamdulillah, i am back in shah alam :))

it felt as if i've been away for too long; that somehow i felt sad leaving Japan last friday. the past 19 days were definitely the longest period i've ever stayed in a foreign country, apart from England. and i'm pretty sure it's the longest period i've ever spent with the same group of people (...minus mr.bofwen and missyBestie lah) under travelling-mode.

and clearly, travelling can be quite stressful and tiring which might lead to certain behavioural changes - be it good or bad.

so when they said, you can never truly know someone unless you have lived with them... betul sangat lah tu! despite all that, women are still the best of friends you could ever get.you don't have to think twice. no doubt about it!

a special shoutout to mr.bofwen for the surprise welcome home cuppycakes.

you, i adore *all smile*

'don't quit' attitude

the thing about me is....i degil! *laughs* if i want it, then i have to have it. no matter how hard it is, i'll keep on hunting for it. i'll find my way to get hold of it. and most of the time settling for the second best is not satisfying enough, if you get what i mean.

hmmm, maybe perseverance is a better word for it. *wink*

what happened on last sunday was that i went out to buy some yen for the coming japan trip. as missyYH managed to changed hers with the rate 1GBP = 150 153JPY, i would not accept anything less than hers. which unfortunately, susah gell nak cari please?

first, not that many money changers open on sunday *my bad*. second, not many money changer offers good rate; mostly 1gbp=144JPY which i thought, ohmygod ruginyeeeeeee! dang! but THAT was before i realised that NOT ALL money changers have yen in their collection! *headache*

so i spent 2 hours walking from tottenham court road to oxford circus to carnaby street to shaftesbury avenue to chinatown to leicester square AND retract the whole journey, back to where i begun - tottenham court road. how far was all that?


...takde lah jauh sangat, but still PEH-NAAAAAT ok! i felt more tired than all those walking i've done when i was out for my normal-6 hours-retail therapy :P

anyway to celebrate my success of getting hold of yen, i treated myself with this:

*cheeky grin* i know i know i'm not suppose to shop!

later in the evening i had my last get-together with datinI and bii as datin is going back this tues. for good. pffffffttttttttttttt. thanks for the treat; the food was so-so but i guess it's the company that i enjoyed the most. see you in malaysia, insyallah.

Mamas&Papas

i just love everything there. everything is so tiny-mini. *laughs*

i was too excited and nearly went crazee when i stopped by at the shop last saturday. i was tempted to get this, and thinking probably the coming first anak sedara might need that oso. haishh, such a temptation tau. soooo hard to resist! grrrrrrr....sangat comel, nak semua please.

or even better, nak baby please?
(hint: bile lah orang nak masuk meminang ni? lol berangan please)

since the baby's parental unit will be in tight budget getting everything ready for the nursery, here comes the generous (+ COOL) aunty who will fill up the room with loads of unnecessary toys/ decorations. you can't blame me for spoiling the baby, since it's the first 4th generation in our family. insyallah. please pray that everything will be ok with the pregnancy. and labour. oktengsbye :))

on a different note, i was telling dr.C of the excitement felt especially from the grandparents unit (i.e. mama and abah) on the upcoming arrival of their first grandchild (since we tak sure lagi the jantina - can't see anything as for now lah!). guess how did she respond to that?

"oh, i didn't know you are married."

-__- "

do i look pregnant to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu? <-- dalam hati lah!