A Tiring, Daunting, Exhausting and Full-filling Week.

Tiring, Daunting and Exhausting.

I am sooooo done with moving houses. It has been tiring and nerve-wrecking. Well, on the concise side of the story I should say that waiting 2 days for the 'specialist' international movers had been really nerve wrecking, especially when they have promised you to arrive at an arranged day and time but simply didn't turn up. 2 days in a row, promise after promise. At the same time, your mind is thinking there are still floors to scrub, windows to clean, fridge to unload and toilet to wash. No cleaning could be done until all 14 1-cubic meter moving boxes, one wooden trunk and 3 wall framed-pictures are cleared out of the apartment. And yes, we have to vacate the apartment clean and as new, at least if we need that 800 quid deposit returned. And I can tell you by the look of our bank accounts, we do need that 800 quid returned. We have become all poor, yes, poor.

After the torturing, agonising wait we eventually managed to get our belongings and precious car stored at a warehouse, waiting for shipment to Port Klang. And for 2 days, 2 solid days, I had suffered severe muscle strain. Really. A big red spotted bulge (I mean, huge) has developed on each arm. I had become Popeye instantly. Thanks to all that weight lifting.

And our weekend? It was good. I wasn't sure why but it definitely felt good spending the whole day strolling in Festival Place and licking ice cream under the sun with a packet of japanese rice crackers at hand. And aaahh, watching your little girl clowning around on the pedestrian and from the look of it, as if it was the first and only day she has ever experienced of an outing.

And ah yes, on Sunday a trip to Heathrow Airport. DH claimed to have seen Siti Nurhaliza and her entourage leaving for the departure hall. Yes, I can tell you he was as excited as a 7 yr old boy tearing open a Christmas present. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I am as excited as I am more amused with DH's reaction. And I wasn't sure if that trip to the loo was actually meant to have a quick sneak peek of Siti.

"OK, Z...confirm kau satu flight dengan Siti. Aku nampak dia n gang baru masuk departure hall..." *very excited*

"Iye ke?"

LittleMiss Datin the hard core Siti fan was more excited. " Bestnye....!"

Z, the Potential Datuk was as excited and started to imagine that they would be among the ones in the photo snapped by reporters awaiting in KLIA. He was adjusting his Calvin Klein shirt as he was saying that they need to look good, for the local papers. I looked at LittleMiss Datin and yes, she looked very nice. Very colour co-ordinated. A Datin indeed, at least a few years down the road she'd be.

That night we returned home to find out that the bathroom floor covering was soaking wet. For some reason, water had been seeping through the carpet and we failed to find the leaking source . The next day water kept seeping through and by the time night falls, the carpet near the door had become partially wet. Becoming all panicky, we called LittleMiss Datin who had by then arrived home safe and sound.

"Ok...just call up operator and ask them to send a foreman to look over the matter...."

" Alright...we'll see to it. So amacam M'sia?" the scenes of a kampung , nasi lemak 20 sen and all that teh tarik snacks were playing in my mind. And err, I was referring the question to her more about her feelings towards coming home to her close-knit family and relatives.

" Oh, dapat gambar dengan Siti"

"uh? "

"Aritu, balik..dapat gambar dengan Siti tau"

"oooohh..ye ke? Good for you."

Oh well, Siti or no Siti, I still have to move on with this transitional period. In one month's time I will be home !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah,Yeah.


Fullfilling....

It has been a fullfilling week as I have submitted my full draft of the final thesis! Hip hip hooray!


**OK...need to catch up with Desperate Housewife** So, will catch up with you guys later !