2011 at last!

It's pretty neat to go around and read everyone's take on the new year, their resolution and short term goals. Their newly revived outlook on life, their priorities and what would make them happy.

I spent waiting for new year in my control cabin, with my crew below pumping through geowell's risers and trying to make happy comments through the radio. I got a phone call from my mom at 12. Which really hit the spot on being happy. I was elated I hummed most of the night away.

Before I sleep I try to recap the happy things that happened that day, just so it'd be a tad special.

Mama called.

My lil brother treated the family to a nice meal at the Curve - which is totally unfair cause he didn't wait for me.

F is tucked safely on a boat off the shores of another country - I hope the food is good, pour soul.

Ujie got engaged!! Can't wait to see the pictures.

Of course there are those other things that bugs me, but I practice my mind to over rule those sad petty things with this super duper major one -

In 2011, I shall get married!!

I'm still feeling happy I think I'm gonna skip my daily push ups and swap those for an hour on the internet.

Flower Therapy

While assisting Ida with her daily chores as an administrator, (and enthusing more pizazz into executing the chores if I may) we had the most pleasant trip to the local florist. Usually with flowers ; roses, a single stem for a lover, 3 for saying I love you, a dozen for something, and 2 dozens if you really mean it. Haha. Google it, I'm not much for remembering these things.

I used to always get flowers from F, until he got me. Haha. But seriously, even my mom says that. Which is unfair because F accused me of neglecting the stems that he gave me when I accidentally left them in the back of the car (cue : boooooo!) So, that was his official reason for quitting this highly acclaimed habit of his. Cis cis.

The other day he made me feel like shit and I told him exactly how I felt and the next evening he came over for coffee and gave me a 3-way-puzzle. A red, a white and a pink rose. Abang ni kenape? Haha.

Today he sent me off to the heliport, like old times. I miss having him around, being the soul of Kemaman and Kuantan for me. I barely take the time to learn the streets, spoilt silly by him. He had to rush home and my pout brought in 5 lovely stems of pink roses.

Malangnya chopper aku 2.45 ptg esok. I hope Ida wouldn't mind sharing their wonderful ambiance in my absence.

Pau Serat

Haritu pergi Kulim, Kedah. Trip yang agak zombie-esque (I made that word up). Aku sedap sangat tidur di belakang. Dan Kepen dan Faliq sahaja yang memandu. Kesian mereka. Sarapan that day, ginger tea with pau serat perisa ayam kari. Ooh la la. Vatt?

Aku agak excited bila nampak sawah padi. Sangat excited. I hope my films will roll out nicely. The wedding was joyous, and purple. Such a lovely color.

I'm glad I made it at least to one of my bestfriend's wedding.

W : Jitters

I close my eyes, and try to envision what the big day will look like. I feel like I've done everything pretty much according to the checklist. Omitting videography, a professional MC, usherettes that will follow me to the stage, a specific theme for the night to say the least.

I hope it will be as pleasant as any ordinary dinner, with the exception that there will be 2 people sitting on the stage begging for your well wishes and prayers for our commitment to marriage.

At times I feel like I have simply ordered people, flowers and decorations to be present for the wedding. I am scared that it will not flow, like a wedding should. And that I have forgotten a special X ingredient that no-one could point out to me.

I am not, thank God a bridezilla. Just picky in all the right places. Did I share that the wedding process usually brings out the true color of your partner's tastes and priorities? Its fun to learn.