The Countdown Begins…
I’m still coughing. But it’s much better than it was as I was leaving Portland.
I’m finally in Dallas and I know it’s been a while since I blogged, I’ve been busy with the wedding prep. I finally met the groom, Trav. He’s got the best bear-hug I’ve ever had so far. And he’s a really good chef. And the most annoying brother I wished I never had. Ok, I’m kidding about the last sentence. But it’s fun having a brother to to tease and bicker with, even if he’s an in-law.
I tried the Wii (pronounced ‘we’) out yesterday with Trav almost the whole day. Yea, I suck at almost every game but I managed to beat him in bowling and and baseball batting practice.
And Hammy is landing today. So for the last time before the wedding, we three will be together. Ah, this weekend is going to be so emo. I’ll probably cry. Maybe not publicly, perhaps when it hits me a few days later, like in Portland or Dubai.
On another note, P finally got back to me. I don’t know why, but I was a bit disappointed to receive a one line email after sending him a good paragraph email about 10 days back. Ah well…
Also had a dream about Jaggu. Not good. It got me waking up all sad and confused. I dreamed I bumped into him, but I ignored him even though my heart was racing and I was scared. But now he chased after me, wanting my attention even though I told him to go away. Finally, I stopped to listen and all he wanted to know is how I’m doing. And that disappointed me so I told him to just leave me alone because I didn’t want him to see me cry. And that’s when I woke up. What could this mean?
And speaking about the past, my first ex-bf-now-good-friend W is coming for the wedding. I’ll be seeing him after 8 years now. That should be interesting.
Winter Wonderland 2…
It’s snowing here and I managed to take this picture in the morning.
My head feels congested. I talk like dis wid my nod bokked an tho are my ears. *blow*
Redder…
Not going to write much. But I’ve gotten the full-blown cold/flu. So sniffing and coughing and snezing. Kleenex is my new best friend. I’m scared of going to the wedding and having the bride and/or groom catching it. So I’m debating whether to come now.
I know. I’ve waited and prepped for months for the big day. But I can’t afford ruining the most important day for my best friend by giving her a cold. I feel upset. And very depressed. Just as I’m so close, I’m not going to see her walk the aisle after all. I’m jinxed. I never get to see weddings. I missed my own sister’s wedding all four times. And now I’ll miss my best frend’s too. I feel suicidal now. No, I’m not really going to commit suicide, but I really feel down in the dumps. It can’t get any worse than this…well, it probably could, but give me some leeway from dramatics okay?! *sob* *sneeze* *blow*
Red…
It’s flu season over here. And everyone in the house has caught it except for me. Until now. I can feel a sniffle, a cough, a sneeze that isn’t the regular morning flu i get in the early day. It’s definitely the sign of a flu.
So not only do I have matching shoes, I now have a matching nose to go with my maid-of-honor dress. *sigh* *sneeze* *hack* *cough*
Over?
I know I’m over him and don’t want him even if he does a 180 and comes back grovelling. But why does a pic of him (or someone who looks so like him) married to someone else on FB take my breath away? Why does it happen everytime I bump into him? I don’t want him. I don’t. But it seems like I’m not completely over him…
Dysfunctional…
I wonder if I’ll ever have a functional relationship with anyone. I’ve lived in dysfunctional. I am dysfunctional. And even when people mess up the first time, it seems like the second time around isn’t any better. And we aren’t getting any younger. Is it better trying to be functional but probably alone, or remain dysfunctional and be miserable together for the rest of our lives?
What would life had been should I have lived in a normal functional family?
Meri Maa..
Feeling emotional. Perhaps its jetlag finally catching up, or just too many things and events happening quick. This song makes me cry everytime I hear it:
main kabhi batlata nahin.
par andhere se darta hoon main ma
yu to main dikhlata nahin
teri parwaha karta main ma
tujhe sabhe pata hain na ma
tujhe sabhe pata meri ma
bheed mein yoon na chodo mujhe
ghar lautke bhi aa na paoo maa
bhejna itna door mujhko tu
yaad bhi tujhko aana paoo maa
kya itna bura hoon main maa
kya itna bura meri ma
jab bhi kabhi papa mujhe jor jor se jhoola jhulatein hain maa
meri nazar doonde tujhe .. soochu yahi. tu aaketha meri ma
unse main ye kehta nahin.. par main sehma jaata hoon main ma
chehre pe aane deta nahin
dil hi dil main ghabrata hoon ma
tujhe sabhe pata hain na ma
tujhe sabhe pata meri maa
main kabhi batlata nahin.
par andhere se darta hoon main ma
yu to main dikklata nahin
teri parwaha karta main ma
tujhe sab pata hain na ma
tujhe sab pata meri ma
The translation can be found on the official Taare Zameen Par site.
Winter Wonderland…
This is how the weather is at the moment. I’ve been an early bird here for the past few days and have been able to capture the haziness of the winter here. I’m feeling lazy today so I’ll leave this post short and sweet and allow you to enjoy the picture. Laters 
Bear Thugs…
I’m up at a much decent time today. I believe 5am is a lot better than 3am.
I did such a cool thing yesterday. My sister works at the mall so we went to pick her up. And after we reached, she said she had to work an hour more. So we roamed around the mall and went to the lil one’s favorite store: The Build-A-Bear Workshop. And Ronniema got me a bear. Actually, it was a tabby cat. And I named him Garfield and got him a hoodie that said ‘Bear Hugs’ and black jeans with a lil silver chain on the side. So he was a thuggin’ cat. hehe….He’s really cute.
Finally spoke to Cammy, the blushing bride-to-be. She’s as ditzy as ever…lol. Well, I wouldn’t say ditzy. More like she has her ‘blond’ moments. I still haven’t spoken to her about her wedding gifts. Ah, well hopefully soon.
Got to go now. Laters.
Flying…
Blogger looks very weird in Safari. Ok, random thought done.
Soooo…let’s begin with how my cross-Atlantic journey went, shall we? Firstly, I nearly made it to the airport thanks to the ‘clear’ and ‘uncongested’ roads of Dubai. I live 5min away from the airport and the entire journey took me about an hour. Thank goodness I had the paranoia to go three hours early.
That being said, I went to check in and unfortunately had excess baggage. The ticket counter guy was an ass. He made me struggle with a 30kg suitcase despite me telling him repeatedly that I have a weak left shoulder and its extremely heavy. And his reply? “If you can’t lift it, it’s too heavy for us” What the? In the process of trying to lift the damn thing, I broke a wheel off!!! That finally got the jackass’ attention and he decided to help me. Thanks. *grumble* So I had to wrap it with the clingwrap thing they do at the airport. Good news was that I was checked in all the way through and did not need to touch my suitcase till I landed in Portland.
So off I go in Lufthansa to Frankfurt. The food was surprisigly good. Either that, or I was extremely hungry. But it really was quite yummy. I requested aisle so I wouldn’t feel claustrophobic considering economy seats end up being so tightly packed in that if the person infront of me should recline, I’d be giving him a head massage on my lap. I think I’ve been spoiled my Emirates as I was surprised that they didn’t have the in-seat screens in Economy. But I wasn’t bothered since I brought my iPod along and just tuned everything out and tried napping.
I have to admit I was really scared about landing in Frankfurt as it was my first time travelling alone to a new country, let alone airport. But the airline really did make it easier. They had an inflight informational movie about the procedures at the airport and even on arrival the staff were very friendly. Only bitch was my boots and the fact that there was alot of walking.
Speaking of walking, I have no idea why I chose to wear boots for such a long trip beyond the fact that my dad told me it would be cold. They hurt like anything and my feet are still swollen from wearing them. And as the fates would have it, every boarding gate in either Dubai, Frankfurt or landing in Portland was in the opposite extreme end of where I entered from. grrrrr….
The long haul Frankfurt to Portland was pleasant, although tiring from just sitting and the urge to puke due to the many ups and downs of turbulent weather. But the food was again really amazing and perhaps food has come a long way from dry and burnt. And there was one steward who was sooooo damn hot!!! I had those melting moments everytime I saw him and somehow I’d say yes to whatever he asked me. I bet he probably knew he was hot and that I was melted, if not melting. *sigh*
Finally landed in Portland and thankfully, that went smoothly too. My baggage came in one piece and the staff were really helpful. For that matter, any male, be it passenger or staff, helped me with my suitcase. Damn Dubai jackass. I need to get a new suitcase before leaving thanks to that jackass. Not to mention my shoulder is hurting too.
I got spoiled by Ronniema and the kids. They got me some really nice warm and fuzzy nightclothes and trust me, it’s really helping. I’m right now lounging in the living room in fuzzy slippers and nightrobe. Speaking of night, I think I’ve acclimatized myself pretty well since I was a night owl in Dubai anyhow.
Dad has changed. His hair is now completely white. I didn’t even recognize him at the airport. And he seems very pre-occupied with things. Although he can be his annoying old self. He asked me about Dubai and I filled him in. I get a feeling he knows about Ma because he asked why Farhan wasn’t there on Eid and I told him it was because he was out of the country. Anyway, I’m not going to give him the pleasure of getting to rub it in with Guddu Apu about ma. I don’t know why I’ve become very protective about Ma. I’m just going to avoid talking about Ma over here. Like I do with Guddu Apu. It’s just easier that way. No odd questions.
Target rocks. I got some really good clothes for a steal. Anyway, I should probably blog later. I’m going to shuffle around the house for a while as I woke up by about 3am and can’t really go back to sleep. More laters.
