Post Raya in the city

Whoa..it’s been quite a while. Yep, a pretty while. So it’s gonna be a long post. Heheh. Go away if you must.

There are several core reasons here:

1) Seriously tied up with work, that said I haven’t been spending my almost 10 working hours sitting by the computer at my desk. I’d love to, just something I can’t afford to in my line of job. Pheww..

2) Then suddenly, I looked in my organizer, no appointments for a few spared free hours, ermm, production is going on smooth, there’s no need to have a check in the factory, and many books already delivered. Hurray, some free time to go online and stay there. Only to find out half an hour later, I just stared blankly in front of the old PC, clueless of what to blog about (or splash about). So I just keep myself current with news online. (maybe I’m turning into a boring freak)

3) Okay, and I don’t have internet connection at home. And my splashing ideas usually come out in quite a splashing way at about 10-12 pm everyday. No medium to jot about. That says it all.

I hope life has been treating you people fairly these days. I’m sure many of us are still in Raya celebration mode. Post raya, open houses everywhere. I’ve seen a few friends, which I once considered blessed with good figure, but somehow now still blessed, with few kilos extra flesh. They are just as beautiful, and aware of their new-found kilos, and can’t stop ranting about it. As for my case, I’m just as chubby as ever. It’s something to smile about when I have long accepted the fact that it’s really very difficult for me to lose weight and just as hard to gain also. So when I say, ‘maintain.., maintain..’ , it’s just ol’ me, chubs and all, sans the additional bags of flesh.

Well back to open house, this coming weekend will be another super-packed one. If I’m allowed to sum up Raya definition in just one, one word, shall I say, hectic? In a good way, of course. But we still can’t bill people for our therapeutic therapy, can we? So, this weekend I’ll be hanging around with my ol’time STF gals. That’s really something to be looked forward to. And I do. In the evening on that Saturday, to Nadia’s place. For friendship’s sake, just as much as business’s sake. The dad is the high gun in MAS, and me at the moment is on the verge to make a deal, and to close it, with MAS. God willing, things will look out in a fruitful way. The following Sunday, with Bigfish to his friend’s. I know exactly what I would be thinking on Sunday evening, numbering the lists of things to do that surely will not have slots at all for this weekend.

Hmm..

1) My monthly fixed cost, utility bills, house rent, credit cards.. that all may need time to pay. I’m currently thinking of some faux appointments (for an excuse) so that can buy longer time during lunch hour.


2) To meet up with my insurance agent and finalise my documents and et ceteras upon my recent purchase. I’m now a Pru convert.


3) Go to that car tint shop, choose a nice filter film for my boyfriend’s car. Hmm, the joy of being the decision maker.


4) Look at houses at Kota Damansara. Potential spot to reside one day.

5) Must visit my sick iMac which is now being warded at a Mac hospital in Great Eastern Mall. This one is greatly victimized in my act of procrastination. This really should go to number 2.

At least, above is the top 5 of my somewhat pretty lists of things that we have to/ must/ shall/ should do. As my last 2 weeks, and foreseeing my next 2 weeks will all be full scheduled with open houses to attend. I’m not even an important individual, but I must say with that kind of schedule specially packed with big red marker of the word ‘OPEN HOUSE’, I also see the need to mention that I do skip several occasions, I wonder how’s it like with those VIPs. So you see, it’s not me, or us, we just live in the social society that full of benevolence and generousity. Result: Too many open houses to attend.

I actually have loads of happenings lately. Well, they are no huge, but some are really important, and significant, at least to me. That started with the marvellous Eid Mubarak with my family. A beautiful one, should I describe it, unlike past years, or some which was really really boring. To friends who still getting the money packets, good for you all since I received none. But you guys actually remind me that at our age, some of us are still eligible to get duit raya, and that we are all still young and rockin’! Yeah! Haha.

This is my first Raya with Bigfish, I value that. I met his family, the other day it was just his parents, his sister Along with the hubby and kids. It was at Along’s place. It was visibly obvious the good vibes floating around the family. The parents were really nice to me, the Mom is as charming as my own. Smart pretty Along was a bit stern but friendly, I know that I can get along well with her. And the kids, they just love me.. it was a merry sweet occasion that day, I hope God will bless us all with a direction that leads to everyone’s best and happiness. Fuh, sometimes I do feel scared because it’s a fragile thing when you’re in love and fear of losing the flowery feeling.

By the way, just a brief of last night’s happening. I cried hard like I never did before, I thought I can cry out my lungs and intestines. It was the tears that I have spared for so many years. Well, there’s nothing as catastrophic enough when a girl in love cries. Must be the relationship, and it’s true. Despite the whole rosy picture of my relationship saga with Bigfish, of course, I do have one opinion of his ONE major lowdown. He’s made of the green-eyed creature. We had the biggest argument last night just of one foolish silly matter: I was pissed being interrogated about my exchanging phone number with a guy friend that I know from college. I was thinking he shouldn’t be asking me like that, as it insulted me, and the guy is really just a friend that I bumped in Carrefour. He thinks why should I give my phone number to every guy friend that I met, it was like, what for? Do I want people to call me or what?

Yknow people..it’s difficult I tell ya. When you think you are just a normal person, and you love your boyfriend to boot, and he still thinks that you may like it when other guys call you. That you may be flattered and such. And all I think about is just him.

Thank God, we’ve talked about it. And now we’re back to square one. We’re good. I’m still feeling a wee bit disappointed in all this as I still don’t have his complete trust. But I know what he has been through last time. And I’m giving him another chance.

I thank my good friend Sooz for comforting me when I was all wet and sloppy with tears and flooded nostril. I’m sorry Sooz I was reluctant to hug you because you looked so good and I don’t want to dirty your shirt with face that looked like just caught in the drain. Thank you very much. And o yea, I did hear strange sounds last nite. :)

Last but not least, have a good week everyone!