3 big boxes from mlysia. and enough alrdy.

ok, 1st n foremost, the boxes r not mine. but hell wat, its' diba's. n diba's means mine. haha.kidding diba.
yup, diba's mom send 3 boxes frm mlysia, filled with food+ stuffs.

n, apparently, dspite of diba's fatness, (no offense diba), we got to help her to pick those boxes+ lift it all the way home.
dis's iez's parcel. she got dis ystrday also. seems like evryone got their own box frm mlysia falling from heaven. i've got mine too.abah send it to me last mnth, in prson.huhu.but it's empty alrdy.haha.

but of course, we don't mind, since diba blnje us,, mmg crius knyang mkn dat chinese rice thingy (i dunno wat's it called, the only word in my dictionary is eat.) crius knyang. bless u diba for dat.

nway, dat's why we haf to go to carefour, i mean downtown actually to the dhl. dat's when i realise, it had been a long time since i lepak with my galfwens. though areqa was not wif us, due to crtain circumtnces, and yet, i'm grateful.

in+out. diowg pny glaran since shptra lg. evil twins.in=in, out=dibab

plus, we did a lil' bit shoppin. ( i swear mama, it was just a lil' bit). my muney is lyke sket nk mati, but guess i cnnot rsist the tmptation. naughty hur.but dun worry, i'll cut down on othr things, like food esp. dis month i spend lyke 150 usd just on food. usually it's about 100 usd jew. cannot blame me, it's winter. n yes, i'm so bajet bab duit2 ny, since i really want to fulfill my wishlists when i come bck home, where i belong. so i need to spend less, n save more.

but my main point for today's post is, all i want to say is enough already. dis, got to stop.

as we went bck home, by taxi, this taxi drver, borak2 with us. n yes. most of the tyme, all of us buat2 phm. but we did undrstnd some of his words. so, diba was sitting bside him, since the rest of us brebot-rbot nk dok blakng. criusly, i had enough having talks with the taxi drvers. i dun really mind. i've gain a lot from them. but i was too tired to even open my mouth. so, there i was, listening to their cnversation. btween diba, anis n in,,and the taxi drver.

It started as he saw diba was wearing a ring on her finger, so he asked about marriage in mlysia. see. this is wat i'm talking about. marriage. marriage. and marriage. ever snce i landed here, this is wat all these ppl talk about. i dunno if it's just me. whether it is btween the sniors, or boys, girls, n even the taxi driver talks about it. wat is it with all these ppl?

btw, diba told him dat wedding n marriage in mlysia is just the same like how they do it here. then he asked whether we are alrdy married or not.

Our answers..."yup, we're married already"

"Kullu??"

"Aiwa, kullu".

"Arusa fi malizi??"

"Aiwa"

Trnslation:

"Evryone?"

"Yes, Evryone". meaning each n one of us are alrdy married

"Your groom/husband in malaysia"

"Yes"

well, tchnically, one of us, said no for the last question.haha.

we haf no choice. we haf to keep prtnding we're married. i mean dat's the easiest way out. haha.
but again, my point here is,,stop talking bout this. why get too serious? for crying out loud, we're just in 1st year, n we're not even having our 1st final exam. we're young. there's a long way to go. future planning is good, but haihh,,, dunnola..this is like thnking way ahead. even my mom doesn't talk bout dis. ok. at tyme, she did, but not in a serious way. she knows i don't like dat sbjct.so she keeps on teasing me on thngs dat i dun want to talk about.

again, enough alrdy.

let's have this cnvrsation when we're old enough. and for now,
let's haf a blast njoying our sweet youthful days.