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:: Sunday, July 09, 2006 ::
Kak Farah!! This entry is a token of appreciation towards the fact that you even bothered going through my rants & raves everyday. You're certainly a good enough reason for me to blog. And thus, this entry.
:0
I was up and about at as early as 8am - for work. I was so effing shagged given the lack of sleep the previous night. But I still managed to pull through the 2 hours of training without even a yawn.
Thank goodness!
But of course, no thanks to the fact that I was assigned to be partnered with a male colleague of mine, Remy, throughout the 2 hours. That, however, did not make A'an's day. So sorry sayang!
And no thanks too, to the fact that Remy actually smsed me later in the night. Talk about adding salt to a wound! But before all of you got me wrong, I did not gave my number to Remy. Instead, I gave him my A'an's mobile number. Heehee!
That was a promise from me to A'an, you see. I promised him that I won't be too friendly, not even friendly in fact, just professionals/colleagues. I promised I won't give away my number to the male colleagues, and if really in need, I'll just give them A'an's number - I'm always with him, anyway. I promised him this. I promised him that. I promised him the world, in short. That's how badly I wanted to assure him, to soothe his insecurities. Apparently, he wasn't really happy with my current job. But sayang, don't worry. I'll keep renewing your trust every now & then okay? Mwaaks.
Poor Remy. He had alot of explaining to do with A'an. Too bad. Sorry! Heehee!
A'an fetched me from work, had lunch, lazed around town for a while before we proceed to Downtown East's chalet, where Bik Lala's son, Nasir, held his 21st birthday party. Was great fun! A'an's family are the rowdy bunch. You can hear them from the other end of the world! That was exaggerated, of course. But hey, I had alot of fun just listening to them talk amongst themselves. So many new things I have learnt about my darling - all thanks to the chattering aunties & uncles. Yesss arhh!!
:)
We then went to JB, mainly to top up petrol then its off to homeland. On the way home, however, we were caught in a huge traffic jam. I, as usual, dozed off almost instantly on A'an's lap. Heehee!
Oh yeah. I noticed my A'an is becoming more & more of a clown each day. He loves to make me laugh. He loves doing little things to make me smile. He's just so cute. He would utter a simple remark or two and I would burst out laughing. Don't ask me why. I just find him too cute to resist. So adorable, this man of mine.
Pity my A'an who's now in the kitchen frying eggs. Hungry eh? Ala cian. Sayang, I wanna bobok now lah. Sleep early, wake up early then can go out early. I'm looking forward to another beautiful day with A'an, which is everyday actually.
You don't know how much I love that man.
Sorry if this entry is somehow too sweet for you diabetics.
@ 2:56 AM
