my back aches and my legs are gonna need steel. all these, thanks to the continuous search of wedding preparations. yes, i am still wondering whyyy i'm dragged into this. as if bintan wasn't bad enough, after dumping our clothe bags into the van we headed straight to johore. hbiuy*&Y*&^ but i guess it wasn't that bad anyway considering i get to drive a rented car on a real road. :DDDD i was afraid i'd bang into the bloody cars though cos the road was darned busy, even at four. my mom wasn't sure and called up my dad. while eavesdropping on the conversation, i found that she kept repeating the 'are you sure? nanti we all accident how?' questions zillions of times. i didn't deny the fact of it at all. i wasn't an official driver anyway. and i'm still short to fix the pedals and sit straight at the same time. but my mom gave in after god knows how long her babble with dad went. every minor family has a driver. mine has two. so if anything happens, i can still run - i have my passport in my back pocket. anyway, i got driving and my uncle had to slow down so that i could trail him, since i don't know any roadways. and yes, i love the roads in johore cos there are lesser traffic lights. it makes it easier to drive carefully. and all the parking lots were very nice to me. in the sense that i don't have to go level after level to find a lot. besides, i can't handle slopes. i didn't get anything from the shopping trips anyway, i didn't see the need to. oh, and you know what? i forgot to bring the darned camera to get me stilled in a car. RAWRRRRR and holy shit, i've yet to even scrape through the karangan and other revisions. wo mati.
