i know that i have severalthings that i wanted to blog about but i'm not so sure about whether i'll be able to remember everything or not.
on friday, something uhmmm... weird? strange? misteri nusantara-ish happened. farhaan was busy with one of his assignments and i had to go home so i went home ahead of him. i was waiting in front o f campus for a cab when fara(h) pulled over on the other side of the road and asked me whether i needed a lift anywhere. she even offered to take me to a place where it would be easier for me to get a cab. it was really hard that day since it was friday and there were friday prayers and everything. i was shocked but managed to pull a smile and cover up my for my mouth which was probably gaping open at first. i declined her offer telling her that i'd be all right. i don't know whether to be excited or frightened. although i truthfully am more excited than i am frightened. but there was this nagging and lingering thought that she (and her friend) might want to drag me to some secluded spot and beat me up.
i later met up with shaun, sharon and wardah before going back to dear old fairview oh fairview. ok, well we didn't actually go to dear old darkview but we did go for their honours day. it wasn't all that bad. as always, i had that arrogant and annoying little air about me and didn't even say hi to some of the people that i know/knew.
as always, i'm the only one in colour and the only one not puffing my life away
thanks for all the nice pics shaun! i told you i'm more vain than sharon. not that you didn't believe me, huh?!
i even got to shout at a lady who was there (obviously a parent). and might i add that she was carrying a kid. well, sharon, wardah and i (shaun had already left) were sitting somewhere towards the back of the hall. or at least the last row before the rest of the seats were elevated. and as always, every year at every recital or honours-day-like-shindig there will always be those jakun-like parents who just HAVE to get a clear view of thier kids. not to say that that's wrong but jeez if you want to stand up; stand on the blinking side! any-hoo, she wasn't the only one. the moment the music started playing, hordes of parents crowded around the front of the stage with their digicams and videocams. god, it's not like you can't buy the vcd!
going back to the parent, when she stood up, her rear and her kid whom she was carrying were like the total eclipse of the sun. for sharon at least. she only blocked a portion of my view which was honestly still annoying. sharon was complaining about her view being blocked so i decided to do her a little favour. i mean, hey, the lady was irritating the crap outta me too. so i shouted (apprently at the top of my lungs), "i can't see SHIT!" and the result of course, is her immidiately sitting down. by the way, i'm not that mean. i didn't think that she'd heard me and it come out like a reflex. i yell at strangers on the lrt when they block the path too. hahaha. i'm a real fighter/bitch/pain-in-the-butt/[insert word here] aren't i?!
anyways, moving on with life and with this blog, i practically spent the entire weekend at badnar utama raising fund for the puppies and kitties at PAWS. we managed to raise quite a bit and just now we had our long awaited cupcake sale! and wow! i never knew that we could make so much! we've almost sold all of the badges as well.
our tags/business cards
so, considering how busy i was and how busy farhaan was, i didn't get to see him at all. even this morning, when i went over to his house, (am still here actually- raided his dad's room) i didn't even get to so much as see a hair on his head. instead, i had a good breakfast with his parents. almost like a triple instead of a couple. sorry lily, i am now a triple with uncle dan and aunty pat. and incase you're all wondering how i got my hiney to college just now, well, his momma was kind enough to send me there.
i had a fairly good day today but then something happened. squishy and i got into another one of our stupid fights. it's times like those that i actually regret teaching/ introducing him to foosball. trust me, i have a lot else to say but i won't. not nice. i love that poop regardless of whether we're fighting or not. i just get jealous. there are a lot of times (not just just now)that i almost feel as if foosball has become more important to him than i have. stupid i know. but still. he spends more time literally banging balls than he does with me. i dunno. i feel kinda bad for being all pissy with him. he's been nothing but sweet and the reason he's been playing so much is probably because he just needs some stress-relief. *sigh* now i gotta go pujuk him. but i'm scared. cuz he's scary. but he's my baby and i absolutely adore him.
save the pooties