It’s high time I did myself this favour and blogged again. I have to so much to say and so many things are happening around me, that I’d like to refer back to in a near future. I have been happy, of late. Some things are blooming up roses, and others are still pretty swampy. I have no direct worries, other than bills and Kuala Lumpur. I am too caught up with this event management thing. Alhamdulilah. I found something else I’m good at. Isn’t it a pity if you had no skills at all? Shafaa, at least you’re a freaking scholar. I can’t sew nor swim. What can you think of, that can be mighty useful to you, but you are not capable of doing?

I met up with Yadin, Anaiz and David today, to congratulate them on the flying colours for their O level results. Anaiz was pretty much satisfied that he could get into what he’s really looking forward to. Film Sound Video. Yadin wants to do Tourism but everybody told him off just now. Pity the pretty boy. He was at a loss, then Han started his Bawean mantras, and Victoria connections, to lure the boy into doing Mass Communications or FSV. He is torn now. I told him that if I were him, I’d do those because Anaiz is in it. It’ll be powerful for the both of them, to be in a rap group together, and having able to apply their media education into it, or else, register for National Service now. You can have all the time in the world to think about what you want to do when you finish army, and you’re still only 19.

Where was Huda, during this comotion? The last time I met her, she gave me news about Zuliana being angry at both me and Nina for having said to Farid, “Oh this is the guy whom she dumped for, to go with the newscaster!”. I didn’t fucking say that, and neither did Nina. He must have had a preoccupied thought and when he greeted us at the Tampines Interchange, he misheard something else for that. How annoying. And now, because of that, we know that he’s the guy whom she dumped for, to go wif the newscaster. I consulted Miss Tanning Oil and she said “I have no interest in her bodybuilders, newscasters or weatherman okay.” Farid is a gym instructor.

My cousin, Nurlela, is getting married this Sunday and she happily bought me an XL sized t-shirt from Hang Ten. All the kitchen helpers get a t-shirt. How irritating. I don’t mind washing dishes and all, but if she could have spent a few thousand on a DJ with a moustache, playing songs I could easily put together, then why didn’t she pay the caterer a few more bucks to get the work done themselves? We were pretty close during secondary school, because we had many mutual friends, especially Mat Nuh. She adopted some concept of earning-to-travel, and we didn’t speak for several years, until I had that temporary office job, next to her office. She said I was a useless and arrogant cousin. I had nothing to say to her, really. She never really salams anybody, and now she’s getting married, she’s been attending all the family functions regularly. Sigh. Lyana Starhub once found her picture on MSN Personals looking for interested Westerners and she forwarded it to me. It was so funny but I never said a word of it to her though.

On Monday, Juherman is having this week long chalet thing, courtesy of Ridzuan’s police force connections. They got the place really cheap, but I felt cheap, because I am too broke to contribute. He asked me whether I’d chip in to rent a van, because the place is quite ulu, and it’ll be great if we had transport. I wasn’t going to lie, I told him I have no money. I suggested renting Oprah’s car, but she got into an unnecessary squabble with her mascara-ed mother. I’m so sorry about that.