Oooh, my mum and my dad have decided to pay for the entire birthday thing, and asked me to put the money I was going to put towards the party into my "travel" savings account.

I have a travel savings account?

Hee. No, seriously though, I do have an account that was holding travel savings. And will in future.

I seriously need to ban myself from internet banking (it's too easy to transfer a few funds her, there, wherever, and before you know it ... no funds!), or more to the point from touching my Bonus Saver account. It still has something like the required $300 odd in there. I'd like to add another $30 to it, though, so I don't hit the point where they charge me $2 a month to have the account. Plus I need a job, so that I can start actively saving in it again.

Anyway, that takes a load of my mind. Except for the mild panic attacks I was having about "what if no one comes?" and then the financial waste and drain it would have been on my parents' bank accounts, and also how bad I'd feel. And the mild panic attacks of "what if people just make no effort at all?" which would be a little bit disappointing.

So, plans for the day include dropping off the pictures my mother wants copied (I totally meant to do that last week), dropping by the doctor for a friend, and dropping by other friends to discuss post-party stuff. Then dancing! And, oh my - catching up with a girlfriend I haven't seen in AGES!

Oh my, my week is shaping up to be busy.

Also, trivia: one of the international students that my mother taught in 2003 and happened to cultivate a sort of more mentor-y-friendship-y relationship in 2004 rather than just student-teacher ... we often do stuff with him and a couple of her other favourite students from 2003, like going to the International Soccer Challenge with them, or hosting a makkan (Malaysian version of a bit of catered crossed with potluck plus games and fun) night at our place and a Christmas party at our place ... well, last night we had him over for dinner, and during the course of the night between my father, my grandmother (who is visiting for my birthday), and Woei Lian, we discovered that he's actually a cousin! Ok, so it's a tiny bit more convoluted than that, but the simplified versions is that he's a cousin. The long version is that my grandmother's littlest sister from her adopted family (she was adopted out at a few months old to a family of the same surname and who lived on the same street as her biological family) married a cousin of Woei Lian's father. But basically, cousins. In conclusion *giggles* cousins. Mum cried because she was so excited that her favourite of favourites turned out to be family.

w00t!