+~a howl of pure ecstasy~+

A week of happy events

19 March 2005
It's been a week?! Oh my... Time really flies. Though some problems are met at work, but it's a learning process afterall! Going to Pakistan soon for the medical congress but had planned a secret Bangkok trip with Hubby. Shh....

Had a crazy shopping spree this week on the excuse of "had to buy working clothes" and literally swiped a few hundred bucks. Revolution of new week: Stop buying! Paragon really is a place for nice clothes shopping. A good distraction away from conventional G2000.

Yes yes yes! Finally had completed the driving course. Yippy! I only get 12 demerit points on the first school's test. Am a good driver. Good news!! Hubby passed his TP on the FIRST time!! No more public transport for me.

Finally, all credit cards have arrived! No worries bout hitting credit limit! But will try to control on spending. Remember: New revolution.

Not all happy yippy whole week, got a bit of shock too. As we know to go Pakistan, you'll need a visa from the embassy. So Aunty Leslie and I went to apply for one and they say it'll take 3 working days. A call came the following day saying they will open till 6pm just to wait for us to collect our passports. When we reached there, we were so surprised to see the Pakistani Officers waiting for us! This officer who did our visa came up to me with his hard-to-understand English due to his accent "you're very pretty, my son 24 years old studying in London, very handsome, not married. I showed him your photo, he is interested in you. I hope you can be my daughter-in-law." My eyes poped out! Next, he showed me his son's photo (indeed nice-looking! Like those Bollywood actors.) and placed his arm around me and KISSED my forehead!!!!!!!!! My heart is in my mouth! Aunty Leslie was shocked too! When we wanted to leave, he kept asking me to leave my contact number. I tried not to but in order to leave the embassy, I gave him my office number. So far no Pakstani calls for me. Lucky!

jOoOoOey sparkled at 9:24 pm

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