time for change.

GAAAHH! My blog layout is all crazy!

Will get it fixed by the end of day, insya Allah. In the meantime, sorry for the tomatoes!

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Oh yeay! Blog layout is fixed! Thank you Ikinnnnnnnn~ *muahsandhuggles*

updated 7:11pm

what would Freud say?

I've been having weird dreams lately.

Two nights ago i dreamed that i was pregnant, which is not unusual since I am expecting (duh), but weird because I was 16 and in high school. The night before that a friend got angry at me after I gave the person's significant other an earful due to a disagreement, whereas a few weeks ago I dreamed that I was shot and killed. And that particular dream scared me living shit out of me. I've never had dreams like that before. I remember waking up immediately after I... uhmm... died.

I've had weird, creepy dreams before. Weirder than being pregnant and discussing my pregnancy during school assembly with my girlfriends. But I hate it now that the dreams come quite frequently, and though I don't give my dreams much thought, I really hope these dreams will be gone soon.

hello.

Yeah I know. Its been ages! As to why, well... the same old reason lah. Nothing much to write about, so I didn't.

But today, something popped up. One of my bestie Lyana wrote a letter for my child, and I just have to share it.

Click here, and you'll see.

It made me cry. Not one of those boohoo tears everywhere kinda cry, but one where you were smiling one minute and suddenly OMG there's water in my eyes!

It made me so grateful that our baby - who might be a boy ;) - is so loved even when he is still in my womb by Lyana. And by other friends and family as well, and the realization made me want to cry even more.

I'm feeling like gold at the moment :)

But not so golden is the fact that my hubby's right ankle is hurting pretty bad since Sunday. Totally unrelated, I know... but it worries me. And do you know how frustrating it is to see someone you love moan in pain, and there's nothing you can do to make it better?

And oh, its kinda belated I know, but Syawal is a month-long celebration, so Salam Aidilfitri to all!

haha.

i like 'em simple and sweet.

Ramadhan is here, everyone!

Selamat berpuasa!

I was hoping to be able to fast without missing any days, but judging from how I've been for the past few weeks, it may not be likely at least until the first trimester is over.

By the way, sorry that this blog has been lacking in new, relevant content as of late. I've only begun to feel more like myself in the past few days, but I still don't have much to blog about.

Later, ya'all.

oh my.

There is not much happening in my life for me to blog about.

I'm not doing nothing. Just not much, I guess.

Being nauseous almost all the time makes me lazy. Which I usually fight off by trying to do things.

Which sometimes doesn't work.

Oh well. I'm off to my dad's for the weekend, while my husband will battle it out in a paintball tournament in Melaka.

Now lets finish packing.

better late than never.

My last day at the office was eventful.

Kicked it off with lunch at Chinois KLCC with Ayu Aziz (who left the company on the same day as I did) and Ayu Musa (who left the company about a month before we both did). It was a good lunch - great food, awesome company. We mainly bitched and gossiped and talked and laughed... the usual ingredient for a girly lunch. :P

Ayu and I were fashionably late when arriving at the office at 3pm... haha. We then went out for tea with Shashi and Mr. Siva, which was kind of sad as it would be the last tea-break we would have together.

Went back to the office, finish up on clearing my stuff on the table as well as my PC, and then a lil get together with everyone for a proper farewell. Mr. Siva talked, then AM talked, got our going-away gift, and then for some reason they forgot that Ayu and I were supposed to be saying something as well. Which kinda worked to my advantage. I was feeling emotional.

Took loads of photos with almost everyone, before heading down to Stadium Negara for a farewell party. Which was actually just another reason to get drunk, smoke and laugh at the silliest thing.

They're sweet to smoke from a distance of me, so even when the wind blew towards me I didn't smell much of the cigarettes... except when most of them smoked at once. But still, its not something I'd like to go through again for the next 8 months or so.

A little mishap happened before the party animals moved their asses to Marketplace, which made everyone worry for about 15 minutes. Once the situation was under control, almost everyone was back to their jovial self, and then my Sayang picked me up from outside the club (and no, I did not step into Marketplace, just in case someone wonders why I would when I'm pregnant).

So thanks Mel for organizing the party, and much love to everyone who came. Admittedly, there's one person or two that I could do without, but hey, I'm not complaining.

I'm sorry that this blog post sounded so much like a narrative. I guess I want to remind myself of what happened... so that I don't forget :)

I'm honestly going to miss most of these people. And this may be hard to believe, but to an extent I am going to miss Thursday nights as well. Yeah the stress drove me away, but there's also the bond that we share.

OK emo mode is on.