Sticky Snacky Pocky

Okay, now it's real.

My bestfriend/housemate is getting marrrrrrrriiiiiieeeeedddd.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! :P:P

Just officially met the rest of Bridesmaid Brigade (later called BB) minus Nana.

Wrecking brain for the gate crashing ceremony.

You know.. When the groomsmen and the groom himself have to pass some 'test' before they can meet the bride. Hahahaha. Test. More like mentally/physically-excruciating-and-embarrassing-tests.

No. Can't tell you the detail. Only that it has something to do with lipstick.

Bright red, rouge, lipsticks.

And tweezers.

Some.. Hair LOLS.

Pocky.

Yep. The sticky snacky Pocky. Muahaha.

Okay I must stop before I spill more. HAHAHA.

Yes. I get to bully LEGALLY. I'm even INSTRUCTED to do so.

To be waken up 5 in the morning and applied thick thick make up was a (hopefully) little price to pay for this.

I couldn't be happier for you, Kelyn!

Lots of love and blessings and prayers for your new life ahead!

(I think I just decided that eloping is what suite me best though. LOL)

Somehow I think that blessings are surrounding me these days.

Just before the BB meeting, I was informed that Shilton (broooo) nailed his interview and got this internship he's been praying about.

WHOOOOO! Amazing!

I mean, we've prayed together for this particular interview during FA and it's real.

God provides, indeed!

I smell rica-rica yummm ;);)

Oh and one more thing, my friend's pass has been approved and I'm getting a new colleague soon!

Honestly I'm a tad worry about her pass.

I mean, she handed her resignation in Jakarta earlier and her last day will be on 24.

I think. Okay somewhere around that.

But till early May, the HR just submitted the docs for her.

Nevertheless....

Just today my boss informed me about the good news.

WHEEEE!!! 3 of The Royals in my workplace.

More than I could ever imagine, God :):):)

You're too good to me, I'm overwhelmed. Really.

Actually I'm planning to write something about 'Dirty Little Secrets'.

But that's for later. I think. LOL.

Okay that's it. I'm high on adrenaline and now it's fading away.

I'm sleepy. Night, blessed peeps!

Me love ya. Looong looong.

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