No one can ever imagine the excitement I was filled with today when I saw Matthew for the first time after waiting for six months. It felt like I had seen him just yesterday. It's so good to have him home and feel him in my arms again. Ooh I missed his touch, his smile, his whispers, his love, his eyes... I Missed Him so much.

I really look like shit in the picture. Oh well at least there's something. Mimi had decided to go back to his semi bald hair days. Haha. It looks good though =) We had a great time catching up and you know... having fun ;)

I'm hoping to see him again some time soon. It's always the first few weeks that he's back that he would be the busiest - anxious family and friends waiting to see him once again. I'll be having him around til February. Ah... Bliss

Anyways, my stinky arrived in KL on Saturday night. The night before he told me that he was coming home on Sunday night. Haha. You see, ever since he left he's always been trying to surprise me when he comes home. He would give me false dates so that I would never know when he'd be coming back. But all his attempts failed but finally I guess he succeeded this time around. I suspected he was flying back cuz I tried calling his hand-phone (was turned off) and no one answered his house phone. Something was bugging me and telling me he was coming home that night too. So I waited til late at night when he'd usually call and to my surprise, his local number appeared on my celly. I was ecstatic.

Anyways, he bought me a pair of shoes & funky dance pants for my birthday – WHICH is coming up very soon (28th December just incase you were wondering ;)). There will be a re-union dinner for my senior year of high-school (2002) this weekend at Bayou Hartamas. That should be interesting =)

Next week’s the farewell episode of sex and the city. Buhuhuhu I’m going to miss my 10 o’clock on Tuesday’s watching it.

Last night’s episode of America’s Next Top Model was tear-jerking. Poor poor poor Sara was eliminated. Oh man. She had always mentioned that winning was something she really wanted.

I was so upset when she left. When she started crying I balled out like a baby too. Her dad must be giving her a shit time especially since he’s an Iranian. Culture, religion… the whole works will probably come tumbling down on her from her dad esp since she didnt win. But whatever it is, I still believe that she really had what it took to be America’s Next Top Model, but I guess with the fact that her father, being an Iranian and a Muslim, it would have probably stirred heavy controversy and all if she had won. Oh well…

My heart goes out to Sara.

I had my mid-semester exams on today and yesterday. Haha. So soon I know! Everything’s been in such a mad rush. My Intro to Mass Media Writing paper was a joke. My Intro to Corporate Comm however made up for the latter. I can smell, see and taste my A. Yep I’m that determined. I’m good and I know it.

Soraya @ 11:42 p.m.

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