.:: Today is a rainy day ::.

Can't believe that I was half way drenched from my feet when I left the house @ 8.15am. Infact, I was shivering in the bus. Yet when I entered PIE, the sun was shinning brightly that I need to cover my face in order to enjoy my sleep in the bus.

Now being my luch time, it was raining heavily again. Lucky, I'm fasting if not I will be ordering food from the fast food restaurants again.

Yesterday was exceptionally tiring. After work send my Mr. N80 to hospital(Nokia Care Centre). My phone had this tendency of getting hot in which you can fry eggs or chicken(oops! I'm exagerating for chicken. I tried frying an egg using the warmth from my phone and it works...NOT!) From hospital, I met up sis, Kakak, Aunt and lil Ayuni for dinner at CWP(Causeway Point). After which is was lappie hunting and printer hunting for Kakak and myself respectively. I need an A3 printer cum fax cum scanner. I asked for the sales representative for the printer at COURTS - CWP through another sales rep and she says "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE PRINTER. YOU SEE THE SALES REP IS IN BLACK SHIRT BUT I THINK HE IS ATTENDING TO CUSTOMER. YOU WAIT IF YOU WANT" very poor service don't tell me there is only one customer rep for each item and if so doesnt any1 in the BIG AND REPUTABLE MEGASTORE knows something about printer??

I bought a thermoset for the home. Last month was IKEA . Next month, I want to save up no more for the home cos I wont be staying in that house once I'm married. Unless dad agrees to renovate my room and get me new furnitures except for the bed, I will not spend on anything for that piggeon hole.

I miss Mr. N80. I cant 3G anyone right now. But at least this phone enables me to snap my round face. I have this feeling that Mr.N80 is in ICU right now. There are thousands probably 5 tubes connected to him. Sad. I think the death of Mr. N80 will bring me good reasons to ask for a new phone. Hey Mr. N80 please die on or after 31.12.2007 (thats when someone has his bonus).Get well soon.

For some reasons my family members are calling me B.U.L.A.T. (which means round in Malay). I love being BULAT cos everybody will start to prompt me to diet. I am dieting after my exams. Faris the physical trainer have been calling me..to check on my scheldule. I am just not free till end of raya. I have Theory Test to attend, Exams to sit, Raya to celebrate, Collection to be done and most importantly food hunting during raya visits to taste.

I tell you one stupid conversation with dad at 5.35am during sahur:
Dad: What's your weight?
Me: (Speaking proudly and confidently) 58KG
Dad: Thats Fat! You have to take care and control your diet.
Me: Dad, I believe I'm Still UNDERWEIGHT. My height is 1.68m. Can't you see I'm dieting? I eat small portion of rice or anything with carbohydrates. I have only one meal almost everyday. I will start to eat yoghurt everyday after RAYA.
Dad: And you starts to eat my chocolates, marshmellow and crackers almost every hour.
I cant deny what hes saying is true especially the last setence. Now, even Mr. F is controlling my diet. Mr. F will allow me to eat junkies unless I abide by some rules. But he never knows what I did behind his back... *winks* *Air CHOCOLATE CADBURRY PANAS satulah**