no, i didn't lose any weight this Ramadhan.

For as much as I love the idea, albeit a false one, of losing weight during Ramadhan, and having berbuka with my in-laws, my family, my friends and my Sayang, I honestly can't wait for the month to be over with. I don't mean it in a disrespectful way; I am simply glad that I will be able to get my normal sleeping hours back in three days' time. And I am looking forward to not being sleepy at 12 noon. Oh, especially that.

This week has been somewhat eventful. Had berbuka with the rest of the REDmoney people on Tuesday at Traders Hotel [which was really good], met up with Zara, Kak Dalin and her boyfriend on Wednesday, baked honey cornflakes cookies on Friday night [my first attempt, and a successful one at that!], and today at noon, I made some chocolate chip cookies [another successful first time!]. Okay, so it wasn't all that, but all these little things made me happy, so its something :P

Next week, I expect more happy happenings. It's Eid on Wednesday, whee~! It'll probably feel a little weird not waking up to my sister's screams and nags to get up early on the first day of raya, and then the little 'arguments' we have about who gets to use the bathroom first. We usually go to arwah Mama's kubur by noon, and that's something I'm going to have to do in the evening next Wednesday, with my Sayang instead of one big family in three separate cars. Before going to the kubur is the ritualistic salam session, but I'll get to do that with a different - and new - set of family this year.

Insya Allah, everything will turn out well.

Other things happening next week will be the return of Ikin and Bad from Japan for Raya, as well as the double-honeymoon we're having on this coming weekend. Will elaborate on that after Eid.

Uhhhh I have more things to say, but dang I need to sleep.

haih.

Just ended a phone call with Ili. She's leaving for Liverpool tonight, pursuing her Masters degree in Music Management. [Music Management, I kid you not. To echo the words of a mutual friend, Wirda, Ili's going to be the only friend we know to actually marry a rock star.]

I couldn't send her off due to some other obligations, as well as the lack of transportation, so I thought I'd give her a call just to let her know. It was just a simple 'sorry I can't make it, good luck' etc kind of conversation. But i iz still sad :(

We have never been tight-knit-bound-together-for-life kind of friends. Not in a normal sense anyways. But we've always been in touch. And I've known her, as well as Azzura, since our primary school days. To say that we go way back is an understatement.

So the sudden tear and sniff that came after [well, during] the phone call, was a bit, how to say... out of the blue. But at the same, it didn't surprise me at all.

To Ili, we may have taken the years after high school for granted, meeting up only when it is convenient or for really important occasions. But you know that I got your back, and I'll miss you a hell lot in the next one year.

xoxo.

a quickie.

Went out with Azzura, Animz and Noran to KLCC yesterday on a supposed shoes and handbag shopping trip. Had berbuka first at Signatures before pursuing our mission to spend money. Zura and I end up not buying anything, though Animz did get a pair of shoes and Noran got herself a sleek new MNG bag for work. Went to Starbucks afterwards to re-fuel, and most importantly, to gossip.

As usual, going out with these girls are fun, crazy, and loud. Gelak tak ingat. It usually gets even louder if Along is around.

But I seriously need a pair of heels to wear with baju kurung, dang it. But no, I don't think I'll ever get desperate enough to look for shoes in Vincci during sale. Not ever again.

i should catch up with my sleep, not updating my blog!

Thank God it's Saturday.

It has been crazy at work this week. I guess in the end of the day, it was not something that I couldn't handle, but I wanted to do nothing but just pull out my hair at times. But I had two reasons not to:

1- It's not worth it, and
2- I love my locks!

To be fair, there were other things outside work that added up to the stress as well, but I don't want to indulge. Safe to say, you just can't change some things and some people, so it's best that you live with it the best that you can. At the of the day these things that annoy the crap out of you are just small things, and you just have to learn to see the bigger picture.

The stress will still be there, but you live better when you stop sweating the little stuff.

I am currently in page 44 of 'Love in the Time of Cholera'. Slow, I know, but I don't have much free time to read as I I liked to... not in Ramadhan at least. My sleeping pattern is way off - by the time I get home from work it's already time to break fast, afterwards is usually quality time with my Babe, then I have to sleep to wake up at 4.30am for sahur. The most I read in one sitting was yesterday at the office for 30 minutes I think, only because the network was down and I couldn't get any work done.

But I love it so far. It's a possible entry into my List of Favorite Books of All Time.

On another note, my dad has pneumonia. But minor I suppose, he wasn't admitted to the hospital, but he did get two different types of inhaler for his asthma. He's very stubborn, my dad; my sisters had to go through persuasive measures to get him to agree to go. He was still vacuuming the home! Not that he didn't want to, but he just has his own way of doing things. Plus he's degil. Of course, we didn't know it was pneumonia until they went to the hospital.

Alhamdulillah, it wasn't anything more serious. But the thought that it could be sure is scary.

And I just realize that, in this post at least, i start off a new topic with a lengthy paragraph, then finish it with a one- or two-liner.

I wonder if this is a pattern that I usually use. Hmm.

Anyways, I look forward to a semi-long weekend. Will be going to Ikano in the morning to do some errands for Mommy dearest, and possibly window-shopping for furniture for our new room in Shah Alam. Am likely to shop a little as well, but temptations need to be fought full-on. That is what Ramadhan is about, kan?

And ooh, buka puasa with the girls on Sunday! whee~

heaven is on earth.

Just came back from a little shopping trip with Lyana. I needed a pair of flat work shoes pretty badly, but since the ones I really like are expensive, I decided to buy something cheap just to get by while I save money for the real deal. Also bought another pair of reasonably-priced flats to be worn for leisure, which I like even better than the first pair. Oh well.

But the best purchase I made today were three - and I really mean three - books by Gabriel García Márquez for RM69: One Hundred Years of Solitude, Love in the Time of Cholera and Memories of My Melancholy Whore.

Seriously, it was almost like the books were calling out to me. I mean, I've been wanting to read the first two books and was prepared to pay more than RM100 for them, but to pay RM69 and get another book by Márquez is a freaking, definite plus.

I'm on cloud nine.

six days.

Ah... finally, Saturday is here. I plan to do nothing (well, not much anyways) for the weekend. I'm just looking forward to making up for the lack of sleep I've had these past week. 

I'm seriously considering not having anymore rice for sahur. Or maybe not having sahur at all. Of course, the second one is not really an option. My stomach would growl in hunger by 2 pm. I never thought I'd say this, but there is such a thing as too much rice, after all. Today is the second day that I woke up without much of an appetite, but I ate anyways coz there was no bread and no cereal. 

Oh well. So there is one thing for me to do this weekend. Grocery shopping. 

Besides that, puasa has been kind to me this year. And surprisingly, I don't have the urge to splurge on food and buy unnecessarily for berbuka, so far, unlike previously. And taking some supplements during sahur helps a lot. My Sayang says I lost some inches. I don't know, but that sure sounds good. 

Zoey just walked up on my lap... she wants to sleep I guess. A manja Zoey is rare, so I'm taking full advantage. 

Till later!

update - on the event of a break-in

He was released last night around 11pm after spending two nights in the lock-up. My Sayang and Padel decided not to press charges; his wife has returned the laptop and the money, so it didn't seem necessary. The bag's fate, however, is yet to be known.

Some people are not happy with his decision, I'm sure. And the what ifs did run through my head for a while: What if we're not the last of his victims? What if he's not remorseful? What if the wife is just as bad, but the fact that she was pregnant made us feel sorry?

But I respected my Sayang's decision. And I believe that this is wise of him. The wife deserves the benefit of a doubt. And we're hoping that maybe he will learn from this. We retrieved back most of what he took, and that was the agreement to have him released anyways.

[But the human that I am was annoyed when the wife kept on sms-ing my Sayang, creating sad sap stories to have him released and to settle things soon so that her husband can return home. For a while yesterday, I did feel like telling my Sayang to just pursue the case, but at the same time I thought, "Wouldn't I be doing the same if it was my husband?" But of course, if it was Kusa, I would've smacked his head hard first and warned him of the hell he'd get at home before doing all I can to have him released.]

It was noble of my Sayang to have made that decision. Judging from some people's reactions when I told them that the guy was released, I can honestly say that there's not many people who can do what my Sayang did.

I am proud of him.