I have to to wait two weeks for this to air. And after which, one year til the next season. By then, i’ll be making Halim watch the entire Season 3 with me ’cause hopefully we’d be married by then. Insya’Allah. I have a huge grin plastered on my face now.

Meantime, let me watch Episode 3. 50 minutes never seem so short in my life.

It’s already nearing the end of the day but it’s never too late to wish all Muslims.. selamat menyambut bulan Ramadhan! I don’t really know how to say it in English actually. Anyway, just before Maghrib we had a little circus act by my brother Ihin and Sushie Chowder the Wonder Kitty.

I mean, just lookit this baby. Although he’s probably squished squashed my poor brother’s guts, he ’s still a darling. I wanna squish squish him too!

Obviously i haven’t been appreciating my friends enough. But i do try. I do.

Several months to the day, i can already see it. A kaleidoscope of pretty prim colours and floating vanilla – a dizzying affair of meringue-lightness and powder fluff. Windy indie happy beats content to play in the prominent background. Most importantly, and the best of it all, i have my very own fluid sunshine innervating my very core. Insya’Allah.

Some trailers to keep me entertained while waiting for Episode 20, or Episode 8 from Season 2 to be aired on HBO.

Theme song from the show.

There’s this Indonesian lady enthusiastically belting out, “I’m single and vair-ree ha-pee!” on teevee. Over and over again.

Not me not me not me not me not me. I’m going to be alone for 3 weeks while he’s off and away to the jungles. I can’t remember how i’ve coped the last time he was away for reservist.

It’s not a conscious decision not to talk about it, but i’m hopelessly lazy. I will have a private conversation with myself, one-way of course, and that’s enough for me. As if all the world is in tune with my thoughts.

So thing is, wedding preparations are in progress. Slow, steady, surely; insya’Allah. We’ve gone for the first part of the marriage course – i heard someone saying ‘pre-marital course’. Hehee. Just five letters short of sexcitement. That would make for a more interesting blog entry, i bet.

We’re looking forward to the second half of the course this Sunday. And then yay we’ll get the much coveted certificate – just one of the many passports to getting there. On the Saturday before that, we have an appointment with a bridal company and suddenly i’m anxious and nervous and so very very hopeful. I have a list of concerns and i hope we’ll have this done fast and easy, fuss-free. Insya’Allah.

And my guestlist is greatly expanding at an alarming rate, and boy don’t i really hate all these wedding planning. I just want to do the necessary and then now i got more than i bargained for.

Brilliant!

Now what?

For some reason, i wished i could play the guitar and sing. Well i could probably take guitar lessons but what do i do about my voice?

“…you’re like this messy person trapped inside an elegant body…”

I know lah i’m buruk like that, unlike you. Makan tiramisu oh-sungguh-elegantly. (:

Did you realise we’ve spent the entire Sunday together? How did we even manage that?

If crying is all i can do, then cry i will. And pray.