If you go to Tariq's blog, you can read his version of what happened in the wee hours of the morning. Kuala Lumpur Standard Time, that is. It was evening on his side.

My side of the story? He just hit a sensitive spot. Like making fun of a man's small dick. I hate being made to wait. Makes me feel quite inferior.

I tried going to sleep since I had been waiting forever, but I couldn't go to sleep because my self-esteem was being battered by being made to wait. So I got up and started talking to Tariq. He was, like usual, too busy making himself feel miserable to make me feel better, but he did make me feel a little better.

He finally went off to find food (at least I think so; he may have not). I still couldn't sleep, so I decided to pamper myself with the facial mask I bought along with my boy's facial wash last week, when I went out with Nina. I did the full works: facial wash, facial mask, tone and moisturizer.

I even put facial cotton soaked in warm milk on my eyes. That is an amazing trick for reducing the eyebags, let me tell you. You just warm a little milk for fifteen seconds in the microwave. You put a facial cotton or just any cotton pad, for that matter, in, squeeze out excess, then put on your eyes. Leave to dry. When you peel it off, eyebags are practically gone. Well, significantly reduced, anyway.

Pampering myself made me feel much better. Nothing like treating yourself nice to remind you that you are worth being nice to. I set my alarm clock early because I had made an appointment to send my car for service, then I slept.

Got awakened by several calls. Yu San called first, asking for help. I was barely awake. I managed to tell her that I couldn't help her because I had an appointment. Unfortunately, I fell asleep again and missed my appointment. I realized it when I got a call from my fellow master of ceremonies for the University Foundation Program Graduation Night. The event had gotten cancelled. I looked at the clock, cursed and went back to sleep.

I only awoke much much later. I brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed. I haven't gone straight into the bathroom from the bed in so long. It felt good.

I dithered and dathered around the apartment for a long time. Finally pushed myself out at around 5:30. Went to rental bookstore like usual. Decided since the day was nearly ending to rent only two books instead of the usual three.

Went back to the house and read one of the books. I ate a little more than before for fast-breaking today. They had fried noodles. Mee, as Malaysians call it. We also had great curry puffs. Babang only bought three, however. I ate a lot of mangoes. We have a lot of mangoes. Daddy's selling it. Anyone want to buy? RM10 for 3 kilos, which is a good deal for mangoes these good.

I went back to my romance novel after fast-breaking. Got a call from Kak Mi, asking me to pick her up from the airport at eleven. So later on, I went off to pick her up.

I got my flight ticket to New York! I'm leaving Saturday afternoon, people. I'll arrive in New York on Sunday morning. I'll be back in Malaysia on 12 February morning. I really should start packing....

After that I followed Babang to the ATM for money for my contact lenses. We went to the Maybank at 222, with the drive-thru ATM. That was quite fun. There should be more drive-thrus. It fits with the KL life-style.

Now, I'm back to waiting for my boyfriend. Sigh. I hate waiting. I wish I at least knew what he was doing so I could tell how long to wait, when to wait, what to do while I'm waiting so I don't feel so much like I'm waiting. What happened to the girl who could treat guys like pieces of shit? Oops. Right. She was a figment of my imagination. That sucks.