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Breaking into November 2011

HUNGRY!!! And it so doesn't help that I am looking at food photos on the internet. It's another 12 minutes to lunchtime but am faced with the most challenging question of all... what to have for lunch?

The month of October ended and November is here! Am so excited because I have tonnes of fabulous things lined up for the whole month... well, even if I don't it's still an exciting month.

Things to look forward to this month:

1) Wedding! Not mine, but some friends... And they're not just in KL but also outstation. So there's the possibility of road trips all over Malaysia.

2) Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 movie premier!! I've already secured my tickets through my beloved Twiheart Alphatin and her sidekick (sorry Jasper, you're not it), Cikinot.

3) Mae's homecoming next week!! She's only gonna be back for a week but am definitely gonna snatch her away from her tight and busy schedule, REGARDLESS. I'll tell her mum, granny, brother, hubby, whoever else that dares... "Sorry folks, this is my time with her. All y'all will just have to wait." Mwuahaha!

4) My Birthday!!! Everybody say "Heeyyyyy...!" =D

With regards to the mumbo-jumbo drama I went through about a month ago... well, that's all pretty much water under the bridge. Am so through with it that I have gone from super-emo to super-indifferent. I've decided to be a grown up about it all. What is the point for me to be miss sulky and icy to the fella when he has no clue anyways? It did have an effect on him when I was going through that episode. My little ‘display’ got him worried that he might lose a friend in me. How do I know? Because he actually texted me about it, which ended with us sorting things out to let it just go back to how things were. So, I decided, why put the man in misery any longer than necessary, and just locked away my feelings and threw away the key. Don't worry, he still has no clue and will not have any clues at all. We’re now back to being friends minus the butterflies and awkward yearning and fluttering heartbeats, on my part. I am at peace. J

Know why else I am at peace? Well, in the middle of the situation I got myself into, I had an… epiphany, you could call it. I was driving to work one day, and in the middle of the traffic jam I suddenly realised how much I have grown. It was in the middle of the jam that I faced the fact that I am an adult who is really quite ready to settle down with someone. Without fear or doubt or concerns of what the future would be like, I know in my heart of hearts that should Allah The Almighty make it so that I would meet my truly intended in the next minute, I would not even hesitate to head towards “till death do us part” with him in as long as he wants the same with me. I am ready to spend my life with someone.

I spoke to Alphatin and Makbed about this. I told them how the fear of praying for “The One” has gone away and how it is a welcoming feeling to be this ready. They told me that God would be fair to His followers and He would give to those who 1) is ready, 2) welcomes it, 3) prays for it, and 4) is patient for it. So here I am, ready, welcoming, praying and being extra patient for “The One”, whoever it might be. InsyaAllah… (I still haven’t told my parents yet though! :p)

So that’s the update for the beginning of November 2011. Am making the most out life, no matter what obstacles or challenges I face. J


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