days of my life

last sat:
took an hour ferry ride to batam with the 4 gfs and one of their husband tagged along. (?!)
booked into spa and spent blissful 5 hours getting cream bath for our head, oiled, massaged, lulured, scrubbed, soaked in herbal bath, body masked, sauna-ed and smoked our fagina (well, thats how they pronounced vagina. the smoking kills 'putihan' and bacteria (i think so. thats what the mbak told me)

all that pampering for 45sgd. i dont think u can get that kind of deal here in singapore or kl. and the individual rooms are very pretty. soft lighting, mood music, balinese decor... i fell asleep during most of the entire process. i must be very relaxed or too tired.

sun:
came back. bought jeruk. many of it. the kedondongs are absolutely delicious. crunchy and sourish.

mon:
nat day sch celeb. was running here and there trying to give away and apply free temporary flag tattoos (which most decline. beevee kids are so.. not fun and not spontaneous at all.) and sell hundred plus. quite a mad dash but thank god for the student leaders. i would not have survive without them. such a dedicated and enthusiastic bunch.

met husband at 5pm at the hotel af is staying. they were performing on the nat day eve concert at marina south (and not at padang as what i had blogged. the stupid warner pple had told everyone its at padang. morons. i heard some pple went to the padang. poor thing.)

the show was gd. superb sound system. but for the moment, i felt like i was in taiwan. everyone around me was .. cheecheongfuns. was not that surprising as machi, k1 and whatnots were performing. saw them backstage while we were waiting for af to perform. and that rui en girl is sooo damn bloody skinny her arms looked like twigs and her head is huge. she reminded me of a bobble-head doll. better tell her not to move so much. she'll topple.

saw fik and he's lookin alright. didnt talk much cuz i was having a stomachache. wanted to crap but the toilets were damn smelly. it was so bad, u can smell it from waaaaay far. someone told me there were no lights in the porta-loo. only glow sticks. looks like gohchoktong's indicator of a gracious society (a gracious society is reflected by how clean and hygienic thei public toilets are) is NO where near the bench mark. the pm was at the concert. i wondered if he can smell the toilets from where he was seated.

the fireworks was excellent. i LOVE the huge gold ones. they simply filled up the sky. very huge. and i love the squiggly-wiggly ones too. they looked like some gold curly hair being twirled and twirled.

came back to the hotel after the show. daly was nice enough to spare the room he was sharing with husband and let us have it. guess what? mr business partner bunked in with us. it was unfortunate that our room contained a double bed and a single bed. and he didnt want to go to his original room as he didnt know his room-mate that well. and best part is, he didnt even asked us if he could sleep over. suddenly, he got into the single bed after talking to the husband, slipped under the covers and got himself comfy. HUH?

yep. hows that for birth control?

for the first time, i slept in my jeans and tshirt. the husband slept on one end of this bed and i stayed on my side.

CHEECHEONGFUN.

rosak program.

what makes it worse, the husband was only staying for ONE night. and that day was the first time i saw him after SIX weeks. takpe.. akak sabar. anyhow, tak sampai hati nak halau dia. and the husband.. well, he too was too kind. and he didnt want to look like a horn-toad to his business partner.

tues:
checked out. &^&%^$! (menyumpah tak sudah)

sent husband back to take his bus. went back home to vent and sleep.

more *^&$%#*^

wed:
mopped around the house while trying finish marking tonnes of essays. *)(^)&$%#&*%)

thurs:
back at work. ^$$#!*^%&%)()&)()(^&&*%

fri:
back at work *^&%$#%#&**(*^

*ps:
on a lighter note, husband coming back on sunday for work again. this time i make sure i fix booby traps and laser sensors infront of my door. hell no some cheecheongfun gonna bunk into our room again.

i need to find my business partner a gf. he has been single for so long that he probably have forgotten abt how babies are made. he probably think they were delivered by storks.