So I went to IKEA straight on cuz I realised that the feeder bus was already there while I am too lazy to walk to office with a stinkin heavy laptop. Lunch lunch lunch (gua berjaya habiskan poached salmon AND swedish meatballs... wuuuhuuuu!!!) at IKEA's cafe while finishing on [REC] punya review and sent it for proofing to the office, layan Yeh and Nad borak, while chatting with Zee who still thinks that he's the king and that the world should worship him, and then googling Klinik Pakar Sakit Puan Annur (not for me, gila. For Nad). Then battery went dead on me so we decided to roam.
IKEA is an evil place where it makes you:
1. Wanna have a small apartment when it comes to the 'small-space section' with cool wardrobe and creative space fillers
2. Wanna get married when it comes to comfortable king-sized modernist bed with oh so cozy black and white comforter and dimmed lighting
3. Wanna have kids when it comes to cute nursery rooms and supercool baby crib
4. Wanna be high flying novelist when it comes to great work setting section with huge book rack and state of the art working table
I hate IKEA. It illuminates the aura of 'responsibility'......
Then jalan-jalan kat IKANO until my shoulder ache cuz of my damn heavy lappy, wanting to buy a shirt that say "I'M NOT BOSSY, I JUST HAVE BETTER IDEAS" but it was too aqua for my skin colour so I passed. But then I went to POPULAR and buy meself a crappy novel called "The Ideal Wife" (I'm sick of too many literature-correct stuff. I just need crap reading), and also "Slumdog Millionaire" (because I'm impatient and wanna know what it's all about n the movie lambat nak keluar!!!), and told Nad that I need to buy a bikini, in which Nad ask why and I said "for vacation" and she looked at me with the face that says "Why? You? Bikini? Vacation?"
So I gave her the bikini versus undergarments theory in which 'bikini is easier to wash and dry, and thus works better as undergarments when you're on a vacation' and I can see how lega Nad was that I was not intending to wear it to beaches. Haha.
That was funny. I'm intending to say more weirder stuff in future.
Then later on Mun called and said she's joining us. So Nad asked me if it's okay that I return home only later.
"Sure. My parents have no desire to know my whereabouts anymore when I'm with you guys. They don't even care to call and ask why my press preview is still on even when it's already 6pm now."
So after solat maghrib, we went to Kayu Nasi kandar at TESCO and have dinner. Then baliks...
Notes:
1. Ugh, need to change caller ringtone before Zulkifli make any more comment about my current caller ringtone and how the Prime Minister would cancel his plan of employing me if he calls and hear that ringtone. Yeah, I bet Pak Lah will call me anytime soon and offer me - the daughter of a member of opposition since 1979 - a job.
What's wrong with Jay Chou? I loveD Jay Chou. I once intend to marry him, until I realised that Linkou and Shah Alam is too far away, and that I don't look like Patty Hou.
2. I decided I would just terminate my other blog. It has no challenge. I'm bored stiff with it.
3. I thought of continue writing, but then I ended up chatting with Maria until 2.30am. And translate my resume cuz Puan Zaiton said that DBP nak pakai orang. The question is, do I WANT to work in DBP? Hmm...
4. Mun also has a crush on Surenthar, who is of course, the most charismatic Indian guy I've ever met. Haha. Seriously, Surenthar is cool... not like Rajnikanth "Une yazhi thani yazhi" cool. But... just... oh you have to meet him to know.
