I promise myself not going anywhere this weekend. Maklum la tengah tight. But Cek Za keep on calling and keep on 'cucuk jarum'.

Anyway on Sunday, after lunch, Za called and told me to join her at karaoke with the bf. I need to clean up the house first, then thought of going swimming right after karaoke. Then, suddenly my brother in law called. He ask me whether my father in law's death certificate with me or not, because this morning my husband was there and told his family that i holding the cert. Then, suddenly my mother in law get the phone started talk bad to me. She keep on accusing me keeping the cert without telling them. When i told her I didn't have it, she accuse me intentionally throw it away pulak! I feel really really angry. You couldn't imagine. I even call and yell at Za in the phone. Za yell at me back ;-p.

Like a volcano burst out, I told my brother in law that I will come over to their house, bringing the file and all his belonging that still with me. Driving to the house like mad. Yelling on the phone, cursing and almost crying too!

Reach their home, my husband wasn't there. He went back to his place already. All of my in laws was there. Try not to stare at the wedding picture that still in the wall though.... Gave them the plactic of his belonging and settle myself on the couch.

I thought my mother in law will come and yell at me. But she sit in front of me and start talking nice instead. Everybody talk nice to me actually. My temperature goes down and we start to talk about other thing. And as usual they are complaining about my husband, talking about Darlene, bout my father and on and on....half and hour chatting with them, Za started to called and I have to inform my in law's that I need to go. My sister in law hurriedly follow me out and started to talk about my in law's family. She advise not tho listen to them ;-p. Just take care of my daughter and myself. Nice lady though...

So, the rest of the day just accompany our friend, Cek Zaliha and her bf. After karaoke, me and Za went to have dinner at usual mamak place. When I want to go off, notice my tyre flat again! I didn't park at the exact previous place actually. Obviously somebody aim my car and decided to hate it anyway. Using the classic way, put the small stones in the hole. Geramnya!!!!! Drove slowly to gas station and ask the petrol guy to help me since I have no clue to use the 'thing' (I even don't know what they call it). After pay him the tip, drive slowly back home and continue my house core for the day.

Fuh!