I swear my eyes were moist as he pulled off from the driveway.

I had grabbed the bunch of dangly keys from his hand and made a dash up home.

I unlocked the door, before I ran down to return to him my bunch of saviors.

It was just for that couple of minutes.

He pulled off from the driveway as I turned my head once more as I watched that sedan go.

***

Happy Lunar New Year everyone.

I wish everyone happiness, plenty of wealth, and abundant of great, steamy, lusty, fabulous sex.

It’s the year of the bitch, you know? So, all the more I should fulfill that part of me.

***

I had been wanting to blog about yesterday, and today.

I had even condensed my reunion dinner in Malaysia to a short affair and rushed back.

Dad and mum dropped me off in Malaysia’s customs, before heading back to my JB’s home.

When I was at the customs, I realised I had forgotten my Connelly’s book.

Darn.

***

When I was on a cab back(yes, I was THAT eager to get home, and decided to splurge), I realised I forgot my keys since dad was the one who locked the door today(I had put it in my Gucci carrier when I went out in the noon, and had forgot to transfer it into my casual bag).

@(*#%#!%@*!(#*!@(*#^^!@$#!%#@#!@(#*&*#@%

*CURSE CURSE SWEAR SWEAR*

I was thus stranded.

And the damsel in distress(as Mindy kindly put it, though she later concurred with Dexter that Idiot was a more apt address), made a call to Dad, who had been looking forward to a well-deserved rest.

Dad drove all the way down from Malaysia, just for that couple of minutes, just so his stubborn daughter could spend the New Year away from them, in what she deems is her comfort zone.

I was stranded for an hour, cos he was stuck in a jam.

I then had a strange craving for a fag as I slumped over the bench at the breezy lobby, and was rather regretful not having enough ringgits earlier to get… well, you know.

I then kicked myself for forgetting my book, or else time would be easier to pass.

Right then, my only companion, my Mp3 player, decided to die on me and I was left dwelling in my own solitude.

SBB called to check on me, and the heartless one had the audacity to laugh at my plight.

Boohoo.

My new year’s eve is such a miserable affair.

Boohoohoo.

I did the smart thing of messaging everyone greetings and realised how tedious a chore it actually is.

Dad finally reached, and he DID NOT even mouth a single word of grumbles, and was actually laughing over my silliness.

I… don’t know what to say, really.

It made the night, which I had thought to be so cold and chilly, to be spilling with warmth.

Thanks, Dad.

He should be on his way to JB now, as I sit here.

He had fetched me back to JB today, ferried me from home to the customs, and then to Singapore, and back home again.

And I am ashamed that I am making him doing all these when I know how much he had wanted to rest.

Really…

Perhaps I should stop before I get too sentimental on new year.

Alright.

I am supposed to meet up with the guys now, and I shouldn’t be blogging if I don’t want to spend my new year in the train’s cabin.

Enjoy yourself everyone, and indulge yourselves in the most pleasurable liberations!

I swear this is the last screw up I am allowing myself this year!!!!!!

Which is cool.. cos it is the last hour of new year.