Stimgam has lodged a complain that my blog needs an update.

Oh well. I've been busy.

I have 3 different shoots that clash, and clients that won't budge. So here comes Saturday, and I'm still in the office trying to figure things out.

Wednesday was a good one. Yes, work sucked but I got to see the ol' Sarip gang for dinner (minus Jamal who had rehearsals, and Fuz having last minute visitors). Fad, Nash(for a while, before the drama started), Yati and Hatta. It's been years since we sat down together like that. Laughter was constant, and singing old jiwang mat rock songs in Hatta's car brings back memories of our 'Kelab Jiwa Retak'. Those were the good old days sitting at Sarip's coffeeshop on Thursday nights, having teh after teh, prata after prata, -either sharing heartbreaks OR ghost stories. I remembered once after a pretty disturbing story of pontianaks that Fad had wanted to run home. Heh.

I didn't get to call Ravin before she left for Jakarta again though. I just pray that all is well with her. And I pray too that all is well for Farid in Maldives. He's been dreading over the curry tuna lunches there.

Anyway, I read someone's blog (well, she isn't exactly my most favourite person in the world..in fact, its the opposite), but I must admit that she posted a writing that lighten me up over some of my emotional barrages. For that, I am secretly thankful. And over the same reasons, Farah had told me much earlier to just "Fuck it."

Yes, "Just fuck it, Mar". It's about time.