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:: Friday, July 14, 2006 ::
It was another long day. Tiring, but we enjoyed it, do we now, A'an?
Heehee!
Yesterday, I accompanied my dear A'an to his interview at Ayer Rajah Crescent. Initially, we planned on getting lost together on that unfamiliar road. We even got out of the house early. That was how prepared we were. No thanks to A'an's bad sense of direction, that is.
:0
But thanks to Streetdirectory.com do we reached the desired place earlier than thought. So, to enlighten the tight atmosphere surrounding the interviewee, we took some de-stressing snaps.
There. The different poses. Vains we were not, my dears. Its just plain, harmless de-nervous-ing (if ever there is such a word) and a "bonding" session of some kind. Swear!
A'an then left me in the car to attend to myself soon after. And I was bored rigid. I need company. I cannot talk to myself, because I dumped my split personality half right after I met A'an. So I made company.. My built-in faithful camera..
Again defending myself, I'm not the vainpot that A'an accused me of being. I was just bored, hokay? Forgive?
A'an then drove us to IMM, where we have our lunches & also some browsing. We walked into Daiso, where A'an made me do this..
..I do not know why.
He then got sick of me & diverted his attention to..
Again, I do not know why.
Just in one of his silly moods, I think.
Okok, so perhaps we took a tad too much of photos yesterday, but most of our pictures are pretty much scenery-less. We decided to add a little something to it.
See this vast horizon?
Yes, we wanted it as our background. Romantic, no less.
So we tried..
And we tried..
And we tried..
And we tried..
It doesn't come much to our satisfaction, and we gave up soon after. But hey, we tried!
We then dragged our legs home, where we spent the time watching VCDs with Mama & Ayah whilst waiting for Elly & Yazid. And I guess A'an must've been tired of entertaining my giggling parents because he did this on his phone..
Nice, sayang. Thank you!
We then picked Elly & Yazid up at Woodlands and made our way down to JB. Elly is such a chatterbox, and I know A'an couldn't stand it. Heehee! Poor sayang. Put up with her lah, your brother's wife mah.
Elly gave us the directions to a certain Rossco Cafe, where we sang karaoke, smoked shissha & have our supper. Everything equals to a sum of RM29 or so I think. For a table of 4? That's cheap, sia! Good bargain, don't you think?
The wrapping up of our night wasn't so expected, though. A'an did something which no other man has ever done to me. I was touched, deeply touched. Very, very sincere is this man towards me. My womanly instincts told me so.
A'an, don't worry too much sayang. What makes you think I would leave you when saying goodbye to you is the hardest, even for only a few hours?
A'an, I know not much, but I know I love you.
@ 12:09 PM
