pink is the new blue!

I've always love pink and I've never like any colour but pink since..forever. it is just so sweet, soft and beautiful, the look that could made my mouth water. it is unlike anything else. it is bright and happy and always seem to absorb my mood. i even thinking of dying my hair pink not long ago. but of course, i didn't do it. dad will be burn mad like a hungry ogre, chasing me out from the house. hehe.

but today, after waking up from the deep sleep, upon seeing the bright morning sunlight, i started my day as usual, i brushed my teeth, straighten out the tangled chaos of my hair, splashed my face with water and went to the kitchen to cook, and eating, and cleaning the mess on the kitchen, and finally skipped to the bathroom to bath. done with all the human stuffs, i picked up my laptop, turned it on, and then

tada!

it was all pink! i mean, the window, it used to be blue had turned pink. it was so insane, the yahoo messager, the google page, mozilla even the blogs had beautifully turned into pink! can you imagine? ALL PINK! i went berserk, last night it was still okay, the window was still blue, google page was still white, my blog was still brown..

all this while, i've never get enough of pink. my blanket, my pillow, my bed sheet, my teddy are all pink but today, ironically, my eyes get hurt upon seeing too many pink in the laptop. i couldn't read what is written. i couldn't see the picture well. i couldn't even type properly. apparently, pink is no longer that soft and beautiful thing i felt before. it is no longer tempting for me to look at. funny, eh?

so i guess the moral is whatever you think is good for you, doesn't necessarily always be good for you..it always comes in package, the pros and the cons, but i guess we'll have to buy them both.

ps: i'm stil in love with you pink. no worries. :)

milk in bottle, change in pocket, coffee in cup, love in my heart.

though sometimes she is freaking annoying claiming my cook is lousy, i am ugly and my voice is funny, stealing my blanket at night and loves to hide my belongings, she made me smile today when i noticed she was drawing four of us including ali, ali and siti and sailormoon on paint. and of course, i asked her to add 'a cup of me' on top of it. and now i'm using it. haha thanks adik! ;')) if she knows this i'm dead meat she'll ask me to treat her. like again (yes, she always ask me to treat her eventhough i only ask her to fold her own clothes haih) no compromise.

adik busuk rambut kinting!

this morning, when she was busy playing the game,

me: adik sayang kak long tak?

my sister: kalau kak long masak kan adik nasi goreng adik sayang la.

later,

me: sekarang dah makan nasi goreng sayang kak long tak?

my sister: sikit.

me: kenapa pulak!

my sister: sebab tak sedap.

me: ( -_-)

fine! war!

i brush my teeeth, and put the cap back on.

this morning i consoled a cup of tea, but it didn't wanna talk. picked up a paper, it was more bad news. i saw a movie it just wasn't the same, because it was happy and i was sad, and swear i had an angry heart. it maked me disabled. like an orphan.

to you it is love. others say it is love. but to me it is a sheer stupidity. what you did was uncool and i don't like it. i am moved, yes i do, in fact always, looking at your courage, how determine you were, how you were never give up upon me, how you were willing to do just anything. no, it is not your fault. it's me. i ain't most girls. i'm the bad kind. i'm wicked. i'm the kind that slams the door. i did unkind things. i'm the cat and you're the mouse. i was wrong and you were right.

but these things just wouldn't work on me. coming to my house for like every five minutes to see me..to see how my hair gets messy in the morning, how my face gets oily in the noon, how smelly i was once i finished the chores is just wouldn't right. by standing in front of my door, still, waiting and waiting and waiting for me for hours is just wouldn't right. by patiently listening to my grumble when i got mad at you is just wouldn't right. to smile at me when my mood changes and when i was like a mad old bitch, throwing tantrum and harsh words to you is just wouldn't right either.

those whole things that you did drives me insane. it is..unendurable. and we fight, we fight, and we fight. you say 'i'm sorry' and you hope i take it whereas i'm the one who should run to you to make it right. i'm the one who is wrong. common sense told me 'hey you lucky, that is one tough guy there, with wide arm and a height of a statue, smooth like marble, cool as stone. and most importantly it had occured to me that nobody in this planet could ever treat me like you did. but i just can't fake it. i don't like the things that you did. you wouldn't understand why. it explains why some people love chocolate ice cream, others prefer strawberry.

so please...let's take it slow. my number's with you. and the telephone, it works in a both way. you are the nice guy. in fact the nicest thing i've ever seen. i know what to do. which to choose. what to decide. but please don't push me. you need to have a liltle faith in me and in yourself, especially.

woman

so yea, didi called me a witch because i always know what they are up to. i could smell if he is hiding something from me. i could tell if amer did something wrong by just looking at his face. and of course, i could tell if didi was going on a date no matter how hard he tried to deny it. he even accuse me of secretly reading his messages, which i was certainly not!

i guess it is what we call, 'instinct'. a woman's instinct. :')

puding!

i am not a kitchen person like didi. i envy him sometimes, seeing his rajinness no, tekunness in the kitchen and how his cook never fail to make my mouth watered. oh i should be ashamed to this. i am admitting a great cowardice!

but today, after hundred years, I've finally see a lightening, a glow that is yellow instead of brown thanks to sakaki makio, my eagerness to try this is growing rapidly! haha i know i know this is darn ridiculous, considering the unkind fact that it is so very easy to make. nonetheless,

tada!

my very first puding!

hee despite the super messy look, it tastes great! we just couldn't wait till it is cold,

approximately 5 minutes later.

dad must be proud of me. :'))

and the baby frog went missing

i slipped into a hectic frenzy today which involved cleaning a mountain of last night dishes, sweeping the floor, washing a pile of our clothes, folded clothes, change ali and siti's water, feed ali, ali and siti as well as cooking. I've been officially become a bibik in this house and ought to get some pay from my dad! umpphh

unfortunately it was the kind of job that only keeps my hands busy. my mind definitely had too much free time, and it was getting out of control. okay so last night before i went to bed, i noticed there was a small baby frog on the sink, too fear to throw it out of the window because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of that frog suddenly jump at me. my decision was made, i took a plate and pushed it on that tiny frog. twice! i waited for that frog to move, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, nothing happened! i was as sure as hell it was already dead when it jumped so quickly that i missed its' movement! i went berserk, i grabbed a knife and pushed on it as hard as i can again and again. and at the edge of the knife there was a small hole and without thinking, i put that baby frog onto that hole. i know i know i was mean! i didn't know what i was thinking. i must be out of my mind. i must be delusional thinking that baby frog was some kind of flea i need to get rid of. i went to Amer's room to told him about that little thing decided to rest on our sink, and went back to check the frog and then taraa! it came to my surprise to see that it had gone! i spun around, looked all over the place at the kitchen to search for it but there was nothing. where could it possibly go within one minute? i couldn't help but to feel a sharp pang of regret and guilty, i shouldn't do that to that poor little baby frog! the thought of it might come to me while i asleep scare me to death. it was not an impossibility, no? i know. to that baby frog, i would like to apologize to you, from the bottom of my heart. i know i shoudn't ever done that cruel, selfish, stupid thing to you. please don't come looking for me while i asleep. please don't tell your parents. please don't hold any grudge towards me. i promise i won't do that to any of your species ever again. i'm sorry!

oh so random

Omg! this can't be serious! i forgot my facebook account password! no kidding! heyya i guess this is the result after spending the whole week merely sleeping and eating and watching the telly and eating again before went to bed then sleeping and wake up to eat again, playing with ali, ali and siti and sometimes cursing ali (the cat not the turtle) for his bad behavior. need to do some serious brain transplant by doing something more beneficial. uh uuum shopping perhaps?

hi meet ali!

i know i know he's the cutest! :') dia sangat manja lepas makan mesti nak kena belai if not he will keep meowing sampai jiran sebelah rumah boleh dengar. and clever. kalau dia nak buang air, berak, dia akan pergi meow kat pintu depan rumah dan kita pun bukak la pintu untuk dia. tapi sangat nakal suka gigit kaki orang, kuat makan, tak suka mandi, tak suka orang letak bedak suka kacau orang tengok tv suka main kejar2 macam polis entri one two jaga.

siti masih macam dulu suka sangat buli ali, suka duduk atas ali tak sedar diri tu besar gedabak dari ali macam dalam gambar, dan suka curi makanan ali.

macam mak dengan anak kan? tapi tak sebenarnya ali and siti sebaya tapi siti obes. siti, behave yourself. or else mama gonna cut you into pieces! grrrr