The Berlian Girls

Last Tuesday, I had a fabulous time at dinner with my old classmates from high school. The reason for celebration? Well, we took that time to celebrate the presence of our Class Captain, FL who came back from New Zealand for a short visit. It is such a rare opportunity as she’s gone to NZ for a couple of years now and I have not met her since then.

This time round, there were four of us present, namely, Ivy (“The Star Student”), Salina (“The Head Prefect”), FL (“The Class Captain”) and Lisa (“The Wacky blusher”). Too bad two of our old friends (my two fellow bloggers), Anttyk and SexyLadyMonica were not available that night as they had stuffs to do.

However, SexyLadyMonica beat me in posting up the pictures we took that night. You can see the complete picture of the four of us in her blog.

We didn’t take much pictures that night cos we spent most of our time yakking away and laughing non-stop with the constant jests and humour. There were no moments of silence due to awkwardness. No moments when we need to rack our brains to find a common topic. In fact, there were so many things to talk about that we found that the conversations were endless.

One thing which amused me though. We actually met another girl from our school. She was not in our class but she had left quite an impression on me during high school so I could remember her name. Unfortunately, she could not join us as she was serving us. Oh, I would say she has excellent skills and manner. I was a little uncomfortable though, to have an ex-schoolmate to serve me while I had my dinner. But, what amused me was that, in the midst of our girly talks and incessant laughter, this ex-schoolmate of ours seemed to break our conversations in between by taking our plates away or serving extra water or dessert. Salina was in mid-sentence and we were all listening earnestly when the moment was cut off suddenly when our ex-schoolmate came in between the sentences. We were like “and…and…” then, suddenly we had to pause our conversation to reply questions like what desserts we would like and stuffs.

It’s quite funny, you know. And we kept saying, “so, what were we talking about?” and everyone would be saying, “Where did we stop ah? So many pauses till we can’t remember what we were talking about.”

So, here are some pictures we took that night at the Apartment, the Curve.

 

The cheerful FL & The Wacky Blusher

 

 

L-R : Ivy, FL & Salina

 

It’s Monday again…

give me coffee!!!

 

*yawn*

I’m beginning to suspect that I have an elusive disease. It’s quite strange that I find it extremely hard to climb down the bed on certain days i.e. Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays…err…and Fridays. The feeling is like I’m so lethargic and my limbs and body just wouldn’t budge an inch from my bed.

The stranger thing is that on weekends, I just can’t wait to jump up from the bed ready to tackle the things I need to do. Every weekend, I’ll be the first one out from the bed, feeling perky and annoyingly bright. It’s not a surprise to find me all wide awake even without a single cup of coffee.

However, today is a Monday My day started off late and I’m feeling a little grumpy.

Have a good day at work everyone!

p/s : Anyone with this disease as well?

He who had the last laugh

Ooh, I certainly believe in karma. I think I’m somehow punished for my mindless and naughty prank on the hubby a couple of days back.

I was having a short break with the kids after the first part of the class today. After assigning them with tasks respectively, I went into the loo for a quick pee. When I was about to go out, the door would not open.

I wrenched and yanked the handle again. Still nothing happened. The door did not budge at all. Feeling a little flustered, I called to the kids. They came to the rescue. Or rather, they attempted the rescue. But all was in vain.

All the pulling, pushing, twisting, banging against the door were much in vain. They yelled for their maid to help out. She came but to no avail, the door remained, locked.

I looked round the toilet and thank heavens, it had a window above my head level. Miraculously, there was a short plastic stool in the toilet. I stood on it and pulled the window open.

The kids, all frantic, said in high pitched voices, “Can you climb through it?”

“Nope, I don’t think my bum bum is small enough to get through,” I replied.

After considering the chances of getting stuck while climbing through the window, I hastily crossed out that option.

Next, the kids passed me my handphone and we called their mom for help. She came back and started hammering the doorknob from the outside. Again, to no success. In the end, she called the locksmith.

It wasn’t that bad actually, except for the fact that I was stuck inside the toilet for about half an hour. The kids even made a cup of coffee for me (Yes, I drank the coffee while sitting on the toilet bowl! Unbelievable!) and they even passed a small battery operated fan to me. I managed to text the hubby and he couldn’t believe that I was stuck in the toilet with a cup of coffee. Weirder and more stupid things had happened, but stuck in the toilet with a cup of coffee?

So, after the whole rescue-out-of-the-toilet ordeal, the hubby came home with a smug smirk on his face, having the last laugh.

Here’s a snapshot of the view from the toilet, where I stood on the plastic stool to peer outside. So pathetic!!!

Tweet Tweet

The hubby just came back from a trip. We decided to go out for dinner.

We approached his car and he pressed the remote entry device to his car.

“Tweet Tweet”. (car unlocked)

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“Tweet” (car locked)

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Hubby scratched his head, puzzled. Pressed his remote again.

“Tweet Tweet”. (car unlocked again)

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“Tweet” (car locked again)

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Hubby went like “Huh?” and pressed again. I suppressed a giggle bubbling inside me.

“Tweet Tweet”.

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“Tweet”

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This repeated another few times. Hubby got real baffled and looked at his remote entry key fob. Started to shake the remote furiously.

I burst into hilarity and he just looked at me, with a look of bewilderment. “Something’s wrong with the remote lah, seriously. The car auto locks itself.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I laughed again, this time, putting out my right hand which was concealed in my pockets earlier on.

 

He peered over, broke into a grin and poked me at my side.

 

I had the other set of remote in my right hand.

HEHEHEHE! I can be so childish sometimes.

“Welcome home to my pranks dear!”

HAHAHAHAHA. This is really how we keep the romance and gist going in our marriage. Hehehe.

Freaking out

My sister is very pregnant and looks VERY pregnant. And I just realized that next month, we will be adding another tiny member to our family.

We were all sitting in my living room after dinner last week. Suddenly I looked at the sister’s stomach and my eyes went as big as saucers (not really la, my eyes are soooo small!).

It suddenly struck to me that she’ll be giving birth very soon!

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blusher : OMG!!! You are really going to deliver next month. NEXT month! I’m sooo NOT ready! You guys ready meh?

everyone @ home : o_O ????

B-I-L : Of course we are ready. Habis? If we are not ready, then you wanna come and help us take care of the baby ah?

blusher : Oh No! I’m not ready! I’m not ready!

the sister : H-E-L-L-O??? I’m the one going to give birth la, not you. Then apasal you freak out like a crazy nut???

blusher : OMG! OMG! (hyperventilating)

everyone @ home : -_-

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Yes, I could be notoriously nuts sometimes and the family always laugh at my hysterical moments.

Wow! I’m going to be an aunt… again. Another kid will look up at me and call me “Ah-Yee-Ma-Ma”…that would be SOOOOO COOL!!!