so much for a surprise...

after one and half year in England... i finally decided to go and visit home.. yippeeee!!!! ^_^

after monitoring all travel agents from half around the globe to find the cheapest price for my 12-hour flight from Heathrow to Jakarta *gaaaaaa, i'm dreading it!!*... i plucked up some courage to book a return ticket leaving on 12 April... and i got this idea to make it a surprise visit... yea yeaa, probably some of you think it's lame, but i'm actually kinda into some of those lame stuffs... ^_^

anyway... i managed not to blab about it until 2 weeks before the D-day, except to Tita and Haddi... hey, they're my best friends, i HAVE to tell them... oh yeah, and i also told all the people i know here in London... and Bournemouth... and... oh well, i guess it wasn't so much of a secret to begin with...

h o w e v e r... i should've thought of calling the credit card company not to call up my Dad, cause i used his credit card to buy the ticket (heey, i'm still a student... officially has no income whatsoever) and the over-cautious Citibank had to phone my Dad and asked him whether he had bought something from lastminute.com...

so there i was... on the phone when my Dad called me, trying to think up a reasonable excuse why would i spent over 500 pound from a website which sells tickets, and holiday packages....

after my failed effort by telling him that i booked tickets for all my classmates to see the Lion King musical, i finally spilled him the truth...

when my Dad said that he wouldnt tell anyone that i was comin home so it'd still be surprise for the rest of my family... i didnt really believe him.... i mean, cmon, he lives with my mum... and my mum has this super vision that can see right through a person if he/she is keeping a secret...

but that's okay... now i'm just too excited to be comin home soon to even worry about whether everybody's gonna be surprised or not.... heck, i'm sure some of them have forgotten about me already... buhuhuhuu...

anyway... 7 days and counting... i'll be in a place with a constant temperature of 35 degree Celcius everyday!!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...... eat that Londoners!!! ^_^

the night when my biological clock stopped ticking..

it all started when Haukur and i had to babysit this little kitten that belonged to a friend. At first, it was all nice and cute... we played this mommy-daddy kinda thing... arguing on whose turn it was to hold Mrs. Sophie (our friend decided that name, we never knew why)... and everything turned ugly when we found out that this cutie little innocent kitty had made a doodoo and peepee in the corner of the living room.

the first thing that came into my mind at that time was.... "i hate this country for having to put carpet in every bloody single room!!".... seriously, in my previous flat, we had a carpet in our bathroom!!! and... being an obsessive-compulsive-hygiene-freak that i am, i kinda wished that i was a professional carpet cleaner at that time!!

anyway... back to that doodoo-peepee incident... Haukur and i had to spend at least 5 minutes in deciding who should take the doodoo off the carpet... and i won the case! ha... ^_^

however, that made me lost the case when we were trying to decide who should wash and clean the wet and browny carpet... T__T

i had to dig up an almost-fallen-apart cabinet in the kitchen, where our landlord supposedly kept all his cleaners... i came across a Mould Remover, Plant Spray, Microwave Stain Blaster... and, Carpet and Upholstery Shampoo.... yaayy... finally!!! :D

Thank God... bless the person who invented these cleaners... so, i grabbed the bottle straight away, try to squeeze the content into a bucket, and i only got a few drops coming out of the bottle instead of a gushing foamy nice-smelling liquid... blast!!!!

but... nothing was gonna dampen my spirit in cleaning that old-ragged carpet!! i diluted the cleaner with water, got myself a sponge, and off we went to that brown-wet-battlefield at the corner of our living room...

after scrubbing in a really aggressive way... i finally got the carpet looked less brown, much wetter than before, but definitely smelled better.. well, actually it didnt smell anything, which was much much better than the way it smelled before... ;p

15 minutes after the carpet save and rescue act, i started to think about it... about the responsibility of having a living creature who's completely dependent on you... and i'm not talking about Haukur, even though sometimes in the morning he needs some help in finding his way out of the duvet, hihihi...

but seriously, what if Haukur and i werent playing mommy and daddy... what if this kitten was really our baby? are we gonna have to argue everytime the baby wets the diaper? then what will happen if the baby needs to be fed? at least Mrs. Sophie will feed herself everytime she's hungry, cause we just poured her Whiskas in her bowl everyday, and she just goes there everytime she feels like to nibble...

so... i came to a conclusion, that my biological clock had stopped ticking... this morning, i was a person who would see a baby and said: "aaaaw, wook at the wittew baby..."

but after tonight... noooo sirree... no baby for me... at least, not for now...

Haukur, if you're reading this... i believe u can be relieved now... ^_^