Fly away with me.

After delaying, like ages,
I finally bothered to upload some pictures from my handphone via my brother’s laptop..
(My laptop’s still in a corner, untouched..)

So okay, first things first,
my graduating team of reservations support agents, Team 20..
Well, the girls only. I can’t find the other picture..

Sad thing is that 3 of them have already been fired or resigned before getting fired. =/

Okay, and the rest of the pictures from here on will be just me and Hasni.

I’ve never had a boyfriend who’s just happy to take pictures of us almost everywhere,
even in the kitchen of his parent’s place..

And then playing around with the Edit function on his mobile phone..

I don’t know if it’s all part of his attempt to catch me on one of my ‘cramped-look’ days..
or just show off his brilliant smile..

This is possibly my most favourite picture of him, taken during his reservist stint.
My very own army boy.

I absolutely love men in uniform.
Now I have photos of him in uniform at work, and in his army outfit as well.
*drools*

 

Probably taken a few years back, during the time I didn’t even bother talking to him while I was still working at the airport. Hehehehe.

It’s not my fault he looked like a stuck-up PC (Police Constable) back then.

Now I have to bite my tongue.
Sorry Cpl Hasni.

Anyway!

We spent the weekend on leave, and boarded the Singapore Flyer.

Never really thought I would actually board it someday. The prices are rather steep for me, for a 40 minute ride.

Which to me, felt like ages because I have a fear of heights.
Despite all the smiles and the calm posture in the photos, be assured that I had one hand gripping the bars as tightly as possible. It didn’t help that the ride went on during a thunderstorm.

 There’s the Esplanade on the far right.
The roads are all ready with daylights for the coming First World F1 Night Race held here in Singapore.

I’m so lucky to not work in the Central Business District area. I imagine it will be a bitch getting to work in the mornings with all the roads closed for the races.

The rain cleared up halfway and evening set.
It was really nice and quiet.

Did I mention that to board the Flyer, you’d have to hop into the cabin while it was still moving?
I nearly jammed up when it was my turn. The Mr had to literally push me in.

Looking down at such a height to look at tiny cars and people moving about, felt really creepy. I managed to spot a ladder connecting all the cabins and it led all the way down.

Surely the makers of the Flyer are not expecting people to climb all the way down in the course of emergency?

Hell no, I’ll be waiting in the cabin til they exhaust all their efforts.

It was a fun ride, in all.

Trust him to come up with sudden plans for the weekend.
Hehehe, thank you awak!

Even Hitler is affected. =/

It must be the early morning that made me susceptible to laughter. I was trying hard to stifle my giggles.
How one can be that creative beats me. Humour is much needed nowadays.

Btw, many thanks to Daljit who accompanied me to a scrumptious Indian dinner on Wednesday.
I am so much in love with Chocolate Burfis now; I shall expect my teeth to drop anytime soon. =/

That and I am also currently in love with the Angtoria CD I finally managed to find.
Sarah Jezebel Deva has one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard, ever since I heard her as backup of Cradle of Filth.
Tarja Turunen, previously from Nightwish, still beats everyone hands down, okay.

This weekend. This weekend.

Just tears.

I really hope that the tears I shed today, are because I’m tired. And not because I’m really disappointed.
I really really hope so.

I’ve been studying my head off; in between career switches, trainings and other activities I have going on, just to prove to myself that I am NOT THE STUPID LITTLE GIRL my real father used to say I was. It was because of him that I did not have the chance to continue Pre-University education, and it was because of him, I did not have the energy to pour my heart while doing my Diploma in InfoCommunications back in 2003.

Now that I’ve finally earned my certificate in Mass Communications; I thought that at the very least, I’d be able to share it with the people closest to me. My family.

But apparently, being in a posh hotel for my graduation ceremony, and paying $55 per person to attend (even if I offered to pay) is too TROUBLESOME for them.

So yes, no one’s coming to my graduation.

Not even Hasni.
He didn’t even offer to turn up when I mentioned my parents weren’t going.

And when I suggested it, he HESITATED.

I know he hates being in places, listening to speeches and having to wait around.
Like I said, I’m probably too tired to see reason.

But right now, I just don’t see any.

I’m just so disappointed.

Happy Birthday Mama. =)

Today’s her 43rd.
I’m waiting for her to reach home after work, so that the rest of the family can sit down for dinner together.
Then again, the rest of the family isn’t home yet either. My stepdad said he’d bring back satay (skewered meat), chicken rice, samosas (minced meat filling in thin flour skin?), and even durians. My mother’s favourite foods but the last thing I want to see, smell and taste today, is durian. I stopped eating durian 5 years ago. I don’t know why.

I’m on MC today, because I haven’t gotten any sleep for the past two days. Bleary-eyed, stone-faced, I think I’ve seen better days. All I ask for is a solid 6 hours of sleep and I should be good to go. But lately I’ve been tossing and turning, so I went to the clinic two hours ago and the good old (gay?) doctor prescribed me some Atarax.

It sounds wimpy (and probably in the lightweight category) but I’m hoping it’s enough to knock me out later.

Anyway, it’s my mum’s birthday and I got her a cake mixer for a birthday present. Nothing grand; Daljit helped me pick it out for her. A nice white Cornell mixer. I think it’s just what she needs since she likes to bake on her off days, churning out cupcakes and pineapple tarts whatnots. It keeps her busy in the kitchen and she’d be content with mixing batter while tuned in to some Malaysian soap opera or drama serial on TV.

And being her 43rd, and a mere two weeks away from the fasting month, she’s uber excited with the impending date of Hasni’s family coming over with.. the ring.

Haiyah. I haven’t even picked out the ring yet. (-_-)” I’ve been so busy that Hasni has rather given up on asking me to the jeweller’s. I wish I could just pluck out my finger for the families to get it over and done with.

It’s nothing grand; we’ve managed to scale the whole thing down to a mere exchange between the two families and with my eldest uncle. I think it’s better for us to just plan for the main event (hopefully next year?) provided we can actually have some time to do it. We’re both so busy, we know we wanna get married; but we just don’t have the time to do it. Cause then we’d have to go for the marriage course, home application appointments, studio shoots, tailor fittings.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhh.
Talking about it makes me even more tired.

My stepdad’s home with the food now. I shall go and make myself useful.

Have a good weekend people.

The weekly entry.

Does seem like it, doesn’t it? I’ve somewhat settled into a weekly entry routine because I’m too tired to churn out and reflect on what happened in the week. All those thoughts and ideas just seem to vanish the moment I decide to click on New Post.

I spent National Day at work, and seeing the team decked out in national colours of Red and White made it rather tolerable to be at work because we had irregular operations on that day. Nothing like taking pictures with teammates in the same colours; it just gives that ‘World Cup bonding’ feeling, you know?

Anyway, the Mr and I spent some quality time together, shopping for groceries; I love shopping for groceries with him, he’d like a kid in a candy store. He’ll pick out all the junk food and cat food we need. The only junk food I eat nowadays is Oreo Wafer Rolls with chocolate cream. He on the other hand, can eat (and yet stay thin -_-) donuts, mini pizzas, waffles and his all time favourite snack, Chicken in a Biskit.

Yes, my boyfriend eats Chicken in a Biskit. I ate one piece the other day and almost threw up. How Kraft can come up with anything so revolting is beyond reason. So yes, with our busy schedules, the only time we seem to have for each other is talking before going to bed, on the way home together from work if we happen to clock out together, or when we need to get groceries together (which is possibly the longest period of time we have together). Otherwise the both of us would be too busy catching up on ZZZs.

I met up with Daljit too the other day, bitching over marinara at Pastamania, and then sinfully indulging in sweet banana pizza for dessert while contemplating over work and colleagues. Daljit’s turned out to be the closest to me since I’ve joined Northwest Airlines. She’s the first one I knew since we spoke to each other in the washroom on the very first day. I hope she never decides to leave NWA even though she seems to hate the work here.

Anyway, I spent 30 hours being awake yesterday, going to the Driving Centre with Immelia. I could hardly open my eyes but it was all worth it because we got what we want.

2008 has been smashing so far.

I ended up with Mr Hasni.
I got a job that turned out to be perfect for me after all.
I straightened out all the little doubtful areas in my life, past and present.
I finished my studies,

and yes, graduation’s this 4th of October, at the Ritz-Carlton, y’all!

That’s the 4th day of AidilFitri, and I have something else on the 2nd as well,

but I’m not complaining!

I’m walking on sunshine, ohhhh…

Happy Friday.

Nothing much today. Or the past week.

Except that huge temptation to go clubbing and dance til my hips unhinge.

Must.. keep.. clean.. til.. Ramadhan..

And no, I didn’t go to SingFest either.
The thought of mingling with 17,000 other sweaty bodies to watch international artistes strut their stuff is more than enough to invoke the feeling of disgust.

I feel like throwing up already.

But hey, I won at Tic-Tac-Toe Poker on MSN today over Imms!

YAYYYYYYYYY.

I only learned how to play it today okay.

And oh yes, three hours ago I told myself I’d get the housework over and done with, before going out to shop at Bugis to replace my jade pendant and a new pair of jeans (THREE IS NOT ENOUGH).

I am such a lazy bugger.

Maybe, maybe not.

What I would give…

To have Mr Hasni look like this probably another 20 years down the road..

Oh Steve Vai.

*drools*

I’d be more than happy to contribute to the much-needed population boost the Singapore Government has been harping on. Yes, I would, indeed.

I am very biased.

Oh Angelina.

I can never get sick of watching this just for…. her.