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I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT!

FAB FRIDAY!

H: How… Whaa… Tell me you DID NOT carry THAT all by yourself?

W: Of course not. I asked the shop’s porter to help me carry it into the car.

H: And how did you take it OUT of the car?

W: I pushed and I pulled and I dragged and I left it at the garage for you to carry in.

H: This thing is HEAVY! HOW DID YOU PUSH AND PULL AND SHITNOT?

W: I attribute it to my crazy hormones that can’t stand to see all my books scattering on the reading room floor.

H: Please. Never. Do. This. By. Yourself. Again.

W: What’s the big deal?

H: YOU’RE PREGNANT FOR GODS SAKE!

W: Point taken.

The bookshelf was in a box; unassembled and packed tight like IKEA’s packaging and it was so heavy, I must be BONKERS to think I can bring it out of the car by myself. But by sheer INSANITY, I managed to “pull” the box out of the car by myself but couldn’t go further than that. I couldn’t even push an inch of it further and so the box was standing just next to my car, waiting for the Mister to come home and solve the matter for me. Apparently, being pregnant does not give me super human strength.

That evening, Mister had a field good time assembling the bookshelf together and once done, I had my share of happiness by arranging all my books in the new shelf. The other bookshelf was already overflowing and vomiting books and whatnots so clearing it up was euphoria of its own. Other female enjoy gardening and shopping. I enjoy arranging my books on bookshelves and brew love potions while dancing naked under a full moon. Same thing. Po-tay-toh. Po-tah-toh.

The reading room now is neat and tidy and looks more like a reading room with two mammoth size bookshelves.

Now that is my definition of a fabulous Friday.

What about you?

Sneak Peak: Mi Casa

On the computer table:

The mister's action figures, our wedding door gift (a white wedding cake shape candle), the mister's stash of coffee candy and our photo together.


My collection of fortune cats and souvenirs I collected from places I traveled:

Sadly, I had to throw away the broken, rusty and chip ones. Sucks innit?

That is why I prefer fridge magnets as souvenirs. My collection of souvenir magnets over the years:

It's easy to handle, not so fragile, pretty to look at and at the same time, easy for me to keep track on where I've travel and all. Friends and family who knows I collected these helps to contribute some and filled my fridge with places I've never even been too!

Bought these in Ikea the last time I went to KL:

My daily dosage of massive giggles and laughter. Must. Watch. Every. Day:

Sweet memories must always be visible to the naked eyes to reminds us how lucky we are that we're together:

Till then, ciao!

The Un-Female Characteristic. Why, yes. It's me, again.

Once upon a time, I moved into a new house and until now I still haven’t finish unpacking some of my things.

Blame it on the weather.

Or my crazy hormones famously known as Shedolf Hitler the Queen of all Evil Female Douchiness.

Or the election (*snickering*)

Or the plain obvious fact that I simply own shit load of stuff. FTMFW! *throw confetti*

But of course, the most glaring and plain fact is that I’m just HOLY FUCKING SHIT LAZY.

Judge me, please. Oh go on and judge me. You know you want to.

Some of accessories are dumped on my dressing table.

Some I just simply hang it on the cupboard’s doorknob.

 

But I think hanging it at the doorknob is the most AWESOMENESS idea E-VER. Rather than buying an accessory hanging thingie rooooooite?

Again, FTMFW yo!

Bai.

Well, at least give me SOME credits for TRYING

Since God forgot to inject domestic female hormones in me when God created me, it took me a while to figure out what can I add to the new house’s guest toilet.

Flowers? Photo frames of me and the Mister singing in the shower? Statue of naked proboscis monkeys? Disco balls? Pots and pans? My many collections of old newspapers?


Then it struck me. Plants! Potted plants! Green potted plants! Brilliant, me!

Yes, it's plastic. Deal with it.

*Pat self at the back* Well done, me! One step, plastic plants. Two steps, WORLD DOMINATION! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA koff koff HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bai.