::fwens fo-evah!::

Merdeka was just another public holiday to moi. I woke up quite late yesterday as I was so lazy and engrossed with Sophie Kinsella's book that I haven't read yet, wee hours on Merdeka morning. Nope. What was there to celebrate? Social illnesses between mat rempit and bohsia? Like the videos that you can just *blue-toothed* to each other's high end phones? alaaa you know what I meant, the porn movies captured by Malay youths, directed, acted and edited by truly Malaysian. Drunken youth who was high on both drugs and alcohol? exponential oil price? increase on everyday groceries? minicule and dormant wages? bahh~@! I'd rather read a book in solitary.

I turned on the TV to watch the parade. Everybody looked ceremoniously happy, even Rafidah hugged Mahathir in public. Yeah~ as Najib said, reality tv doesn't really show our true culture as Muslims and being Asians. Well Najib, it's easier said than done. Look around you~ they even kissed and groped each other in public! What more the bedroom lambada...

Back to my Merdeka public holiday, while *listening* to the TV, I cleaned my room which have been cluttered for ages due to my long overdued absenteeism at home. I miss lepaking at home. It was not an easy task as err..yours truly is having a over-sensitive nose. I kept on sneezing and caught some temporary flu. Darn! I should have worn the face mask ~ now where have I put it? Darn! Just thrown it away~ bahhhh~@! Haaaath-chooo (zillions particles in the air) x 30

By 12:30 p.m. Taro woke up.

"kol bape kamu nak balik hostel?"

"lepas zohor before Asar, boleh?"

"ok. tapi lepas zohor kita jumpa nenek dulu"

"ok."

Then I went in my room, continued my reading until I dozzed off in auto-pilot. By 2 p.m. I showered and smelt a nice aroma of karipap.

"Taro! goreng banyak sikit eh?"

"ha'ah dah banyak dah ni!"

"rite, thanks!"

With my lazy auto-pilot mode, I went downstairs with jeans and yellow baby-t, naked face without any chemicals. totally nude face, ok? Lucky won't be seeing any males today. Merdeka!

har har har.

*text msg*

"hey you guys, what time for us to meet up at Bukit Subang?"
- So lazy to reply

"hello Vidz, aku baru nak anta Taro balik ar.."

"kitorang dah kejong tunggu hang nih"

"muehehhe...ala sat gi aku sampai la, eh?"

gedebak gedebuk at Nenek's, had coffee there. Well, hafta save some tummy space for Vidz bday lunchie. Met Pakngah and Makngah ~ but they were already going back home with their shining new V6.

"Alhamdulillah, murah rezeki PakNgah ek."

"takdelaaa ni keta pinjam je nih"

"nenek tanya manalaaa Anaz ni tak datang2?"

"biasalah Makngah, kemas rumah dulu. Ni nak hantar Taro balik"

" meh sini, nak (Tarolaa)...PakNgah kasik duit"

"Mekasih PakNgah, jazakallah"

Eh! Aku pulak yg doakan. Takpelah, alhamdulillah...boleh aku kasik Taro nyer portion sikit instead of banyak. kui kui kui

By 4 p.m.I stood infront of Sutun's house like a statue.

Tergezut beruk minah tu sbb aku terpacul tak bagi salam. Dah pintu dia terbukak and i was so exhausted to run 3 floors up.

"hoo makkk!!" <----aksi P Ramlee tergezut

"ehehhe...sejibik siut! Assalamualaikum!"

"w'salam. dah buat aku tergezut baru nak bagi salam!"

"ambik napas dulu la. lagipun pintu dah open...sapa suh tergezut?"

4:30 p.m.

Late lunch at Santai, TTDi

5p.m.

Went to BU and visit Sutun's sick father. Poor guy. He's bed ridden due to old age.

To lighten up the mood, the family was chit chatting abt Mawi...adeh tak habis2 Mawi.

Juling gak telinga aku ni dengar.

*text* to Vidz and Sutun

Kol baper you all nak gerak nih?

Sutun: Jap, I tgh nak observe sapa balik paling awal

Vidz: tatau. ikut Sutun la

630 p.m.

*text*

Sutun: Weh, jap gi ajak I balik tau

ok..kuikuikui...

Kesian Sutun. Time like this she's always needed even tho they know that she's already married. Her back ache has come back when she took her father for a bath. But she never complaint about it. She only needs her family support on her marriage to abang. that's all.

7 p.m.

Midvalley!!!

* Charlton shampoo

* New pair of diamond earrings

* lipstick

been browsing for working shoes, that Renoma was wayyyyyy stilleto, man! I won't be dared enough to run in it, let alone walking like skinny models~bahhh fogedid!

10 p.m.

Vitchuda dinner with the angels...did some *know thyself* analysis that I've learned with Datuk Fadzillah Kamsah. hmm...so far so good.

12 p.m.

slept like a baby~huwarghhh