today is the last day of teaching!!! tomoro onwards final year exam begins so its pretty relaxing and plenty of marking.
*grinning like the cheshire cat in alice in wonderland*
i am feeling quite insolent too. *sticks out tongue* haha.
my brother and his biker friends from mars will be tucked away in some bungalow in loyang for the next 3 days. i hope they get to meet some of the 'famous' residents at night. haha! got a catering job from them. usual stuff, noodles and chicken. its fifty bucks easy moolah so its all good.
peer leaders result announced tomoro. j and i had such a hard time trying to select the deserving ones. i dont see what the big hoo-haa abt being a peer leader is all abt. it just simply meant they belong to ME & J!! i OWN u!!
*wicked step-mother mode* bwahahahhahaha!! u will do this, do that and whatever i ask u to do. NO EXCUSES.
nak sangat kan? haha. rasain lo.
M started his attachment at Pure Eddiction. some bakery in joo chiat supplying cakes and pastries for places like Starbucks. he brought back two pieces of oreo cheesecake. i ate both of them. my parents get migrane from dairy product (cheese), my granma lidah jawa so cheesecake segala dia tak ngam, M dah jelak with seeing cakes EVERYDAY and R is always not at home.
so happy me. big fat jolly me.
my grandaunt, her daughter and son-in-law came over to pick up more cards to help distribute among relatives. the son-in-law has been missing for a couple of years. jail or drc some sort la. anyhow, he spoke to me.
"so, are u the bride-to-be?"
i was speechless. not because i had not spoken to him in years but because he has an AMERICAN accent! i didnt know they teach the inmates to speak like that in there now.
"er yes.." smiling.
"congratulations! welcome to the club!" he accented.
"club?" i was puzzled.
"yeah, u r marrying into the arab family." he grinned.
i forgot that the american-accented son-in-law of my grandaunt has some remote arab blood coursing thru his veins. (from his mom's side actually. dad jawa. but that doesnt stop him from having a syed as his first name. so are his children.)
i wanted to laugh. insolently. but i controlled myself. once they left the house, i started yelping like a hyena.
i have many more 'stories' abt people's reaction to me marrying an arab. i dont understand why the 'prejudice' or even 'glamour'. My fiance is a muslim, fullstop.
its good to know that neither my fiance nor his family and relatives are those 'Look at me. I am an arab. I am better than you' type of pple. maybe got la. but the close ones are the nicest and most welcoming bunch of pple ever. so its cool with me.