coming week's grand plans

this saturday, my school will be having her annual speech day. and being a 'masak-masak' teacher, i have been delegated to doing refreshments for the participants for the 3rd year in a row.

i have been stereotyped and casted into this damn role as the one who does the refreshments from now till eternity. why cant they let me do something like helping out back stage ke, receiving guests ke. why must i deal with food year in, year out?

on sunday is that family gathering-eating biryani together event. the last time i saw most of my relatives was during raya when i 'poohed-poohed' at the idea of getting pregnant. and now when i see them, i will sport a baby bump. looks like i will eat my words with a fork and spoon.

on tuesday, i book a seat on that transtar first class bus back to kl. it cost 60bucks a seat. theres only 16 passengers and i have been so dying to try it out. they have toilet (i need to pee every half an hour now that my son has learnt how to kick my bladders), steward, food served, own flat-screen tv panel, ps2, 4 movie channels and best of all... massaging chair. and the bus stops at pasar rakyat and not dodgy pudu. its 60bucks well-spent i say. go to kl in style and comfort.

will stay in kl till sunday and will be coming back with the husband who will be in town for the entire week for APM. i hope AF wins an award or two at APM. that would be so awesome.

on another note, the interview i had with the school's newsletter came out today. its about teachers' first love. i sound quite psychotic when talking about my first relationship! should have asked the student-journo to edit it out and make me sound more human. :P

i realised i typed out 'my son' earlier on. suddenly, i feel so warm and fuzzy. it feels quite unreal too. but i knew i love you before i met you.

feeling savage gardening. must find the cd and listen to the song.