I've been waddling since yesterday due to the sore legs I got from Saturday's jog. You know waddling like a penguin? Yeah, that's me. I refrain from wearing pants or anything short to hide how I walk. Yesterday I put on a long dress, and today I wear baju kurung to work.

So yesterday, despite my sore legs, I refused to stay-in and rest cos the more I lay idle, the more painful my legs were. So might as well I make myself roam out and about, kan? So I chose to tag Liyana to Cloth & Clef for some Green Trashcan event. She just couldn't stop snickering at my waddle. But it was good to be out yesterday evening. And spend some quality time with Liyana herself.

In short, my ditzy/funny moments include:-

• Just 10-minutes away from Changkat, I realised that my phone was missing from my bag.  So I whined and stressed abt leaving my phone at home. To which, Liyana commented, "Ish budak bandar ni.. Freak out bila takde technology.." And then, just as we arrived at Cloth & Clef, I found my phone. It was hidden in the back-pocket of my new handbag. Hehe. Typical New-Handbag Syndrome, where I forget where I stash my stuff into the bag. *tepukdahi*

• The one-hour plus we were there watching a few bands play, it didn't even occur to us that we were just watching the soundcheck! As we got up and left for dinner, it was just time for the show to officially begin where the MC halau-ed the crowd out to go and pay for the entrance fee. And there we thought that these upcoming bands were so arty and their music was so abstract and open for interpretation.

• We headed to Subway Subang for dinner. Karaoked ourselves to the cheesy love songs that were playing on the shop's stereo. From Scorpion, Richard Marx, Savage Garden to Bryan Adams, the cd then rosak and stuck-stuck. Due to the cheesiness overload kut. Fail. As we left, we cleared the table from our garbage and threw everything away into the trash bin before I waddled to Liyana's car.

• Liyana's car is named Mojo. I decided to glamourise it to Mr. Mojo Risin', which is an anagram for Jim Morrison. And then I mistook Mojo's engine grunts for the bus in front of us. Hm. It's high time for Mojo to go for service. Or overhaul je la terus. Haih.

• Reached home in glee that I'll be munching on my Subway cookie while watching tv, only to find it missing. I must have thrown away the cookie together with our garbage earlier. Liyana gelak lagi at my ditziness, and again as I waddled in to my home.

Nak keep fit la sangat kan, baru jog sikit dah sakit-sakit kaki. Haiyo.

stumbleine.


I'm sleep-deprived.
Running on red bull.
Which is not a good thing.
That sickly sweet slash souring tastes.
Blergh.

And it's only 10am!
I can only go to bed twelve hours from now.
That's the earliest I can get home tonite.
Jeez.

The past holiday week had my sleeping hours topsy-turvy and it hasn't gone back to normal just yet. So now I'd be wide awake even at 3am or 4am when I'm supposed to work at 830am. I'm so not used to this lack of sleep. Not anymore. Bzzt bzzzttt.

Ezoo's heading back to Melbourne tomorrow morning. So soon it's already 2weeks plus since he came back. Then I'll see Kastee get all mandom again, but maybe just for a short while. Hehe. Buat apa nak get upset over Ezoo lama-lama. I wouldn't. It's just Ezoo, ain't that special. Hehehehe. Haaaih, all this weirdness surrounding me. To think I'm used to it by now. Hm hm.

See, I'm just rambling. To keep me awake. Mengantuk sangat-sangat.
O by the way, I'm so hooked on these pictures now, I cannot get enough of them.
I've been posting them up almost everywhere.
I like seeing these pictures everywhere anyway.

Our 8-month old Zahara already is a daddy's girl 


This is like, "He's my daddy..mineeee.."


"Dadddddyyy.."


Still clinging on to her daddy.


Totally having some father-daughter moment there.


"I'm clinging on to you some moreeee.."


Then she looks up and thinks, "Hmm? Zero Sugar?"


"What do you mean my daddy's drinking Zero Sugar coke?"


Then she just sat and smiled. Totally looks like Fahmy here.


See the resemblance? I know la, nama also father.. but it's uncanny!

Haih.

The more I see Zahara, the more I miss PahRahmah. Almost two years now. A year la actually, I last saw her during last year's Raya Haji for just a short while. It's almost two years since I last hungout, played with her and babysit for her. Last year, she could already talk and was quite the motormouth too.. An aspiring painter and an accountant. Imagine a two-year old trotting down the hall holding a paintbrush on one hand, and a sempoa on the other hand. When asked by her cousins, "PahRahmah, what do you want to be today?" She just stared at her paintbrush and her sempoa for a bit and lifted her paintbrush. Feeling very artsy as she pretended to paint the wall. Then she got a taste of some Pods chocolates and from then on she would nudge either one of us and asked for some "Chocoyatt.."


She was one in this picture. This is the closest depiction I could get of her asking for some Chocoyatt. With her big doe-eyes.


She was two here.

She's three years and four months old now. I wonder how much more of a motormouth could she be.
By now I think she can talk more fluently and she would have longer curly hair. Adorable.

I miss her so.
I hate broken bridges.




Alaaaa emo la pulak..
Dari mengantuk jadi emo.
Like, keluar mulut buaya masuk mulut harimau, like that.
Did I even get the peribahasa right, I also dunno.
But you get what I'm trying to say la right?


Okay, I've killed one hour plus just by blogging.
Feeling a bit more awake now.
On with the work!