the husband came on fri nite. late. he and his travelling companions were stopped at the tuas checkpoint and were 'randomly' selected to donate body fluids (urine) to test for the presence of drugs.

thankfully, no one was arrested and they finally reached the grandma's house an hour behind schedule.

upon arriving, the grandsons were 'showered' with words of sympathy from the doting grandmother.

"iyeke? jahatnya polis singapore. simbah air kencing kat muka dorang."

on saturday, went to watch 'be cool'. the book was tonnes better. but it was fun watching all the cameos (all 6 hundred of them. berlambak)

on sunday was the northeast cdc hiphop gig. brought along luqman. he was busy trying to tickle me and the husband's arm pits. he called breakdancing 'wild dancing'. i sent him back sometime at 8-ish before i mentally scar him for life with images of minahs in trailer-park-trash-clothes. unbelievable.

came back and met zizi and baeem. the gig was ok. it didnt rain and no muddy feet. saw the 'mandrem' that apparently kept the rain away. i wanted to laugh.

sent the baby back to my carpark where his ride back to kl picked him up. sigh. sigh. sigh. i always get depressed whenever he has to go back. feels so damn craptifying.

i must be dead tired from the hanging out with the husband, the entire weekend. woke up this morning and the depressing feeling is slightly dissipitating.

hope to see the husband in two weeks time. this weekend is too short to travel on the northsouth highway cuz of that speech day thing which will probably end late on a friday night.

my eyebrows r neatly threaded. i miss my husband. i need to buy shower gel. i need to decorate the netball notice board.

ok, off to do work. have a good week. :)