Bitchy!!

Anyhooos.

I gotsa go do some paperwork for my mum, she's setting exam papers for her primary school kids and guess what, i'm typing them out. God bless their souls. Good luck,kids.

And oh, oh!

Ramadhan mubarak to those muslims i know, don't know, and will know. It's been a good phase for me and i'm enjoying everybit of it. From geylang with Saf and company on her birthday last thrusday to geylang with Imran on his birthday last night (..whats up with me and bringing birthday kids to geylang..) to sahur at 89.7 kedai kopi with the boys Im, Idz (Colt's baby brother. I miss Colt! ),Alim and Noh. Woah it's been fantastic. And coming right up is outing on Friday with the dudettes from Fullerton - Myself, Liah,Siti and Fazimah. We are seriously gonna bring geylang down. Just realised i'm so geylangy. Oh and not to mention the mouth-watering dinner we all were blessed to devour at Saf's place during her birthday dinner (my most sincerestest compliments to the gorgeous chef, Bhee). Her sister makes kickass sambal kangkong lah, seriously.

Looking forward to Raya.

My house underwent a total transformation from the doors to the toilets to the flooring, you name it. Mum even purchased chandeliers for our humble abode. We're even gonna be biding our loyal Isis a warm farewell for the new addition to the family, a Honda Stepwagon Twin Turbo.

Ooookay that's quite a sum of catching up aye. Yes, i shall also be making my way to Nadia's home this weekend to pass her the supposed-to-arrive-three-months-ago kurma 'ajwa from Medinah.

But wait, there's just one person (in billions God created) that i have been meaning to meet during this holy month. Let's see...gorgeous inside out, insane and blessed with an outrageous sense of humor. Shazia Niloufer Quadri, i am in need of you.

So i shall end this post with an honorable tribute to the great friend - Imran Ishak.

Here goes..

Asshole, you have no idea how far i'd swim the seas and hike the mountains just for you. On this special day that you turn twentytwo, i wish you many happy returns. You're my best buddy, my brother, my sister, my girlfriend, my boyfriend (unsexual), my bitch, my gay partner and above all... my bestfriend. In years to come, i wish to see you evolve on every twentyfourth of september and spend if not much, a minimal part of the day celebrating the years rolling in with you. And yes, you're so special, i know you'd be the only guy in my room on the night before my wedding, amidst my other girlfriends (with stinking henna on their hands) and my (i'm so gonna be peeing in my dress) excited self.

You've seen me through a part of Izwan, a whole chunk of Azman (from the fat blonde minah at geylang to spotting him as a private in your ns days to him getting fucking married to some tamil heroine) and the initial steps of Rashid (let there be progress hereafter, Amin). You've seen me long-haired, hijab-ed, short spunky almost male haired and above all, you judged me not once.

I love you friend, a prayer for a whole lifetime of friendship ahead. Amin.

Happy 22nd.

(lagi 3 tahun kau belum kahwin aku terajang bontot kau)

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Ok peeps.

I'm off to typing and paperworking and then sleeping and then fasting. And then working and then the cycle starts all over again. But ooooh, we're gonna be seafooding during the weekends so yumm yumm. Eh Im, kiter try Marina Bay nyer seafood lah k takmo Newton je naik jelak aku.

Oraaaits.

Gooznait my loves.