Bitter Heart

I'm listening to this song while typing this. Dam da di dam dam.

Anyway, my young aunt was suppose to get marry by the end of this year. But it didn't worked out. For a good reason though. That guy had asked my aunt whose a counselor to quit her steady job and wear a veil.

I have nothing against housewife. Gosh, if my husband is Richard Branson i would be a housewife too. That guy is only a technician. No intention to look down on him. But dude WHERE IS YOUR BRAIN AND COMMON SENSE??!!

My aunt bought a house for my grandma. Who is going to pay for that montly payment??

My aunt has a car. Who is going to pay for that?

You??

What pissed me off is how he didn't even respect my grandma. This is the time to repay your parents with your hard earned salary. Is there anything wrong with that? Shit mentality i tell you. Shit.

Alim konon. Mengarut. Jadi kalau mak engkau tiada rumah, duduk di bawah pokok lah? Hantar ke rumah orang tua? Ohh tidak mengapa asalkan beriman kepada Tuhan? Double mengarut.

Pfff....

Boiling

My office email has been flooded with this stupid messages from African countries. Hate it. Telling me that i am supposed to receive a certain amount of money if only i give them my particulars details. Grr..... Berjuta-juta dolar kepala hotak engkau, kalau sebanyak tu duit di negara miskin tu rakyat ko takkan terkebulur.

Sometimes they can come up with the most ridiculous reason to attract and scam people.

1) My email address had been attached to an inheritance file from Nigeria. He wanted to give me $6.8m. Walau..eh...... I don't have to work for the rest of my life!

2) My surname is the same with some dead old rich african guy. They've been looking for me for so many years. Hello!!? Sejak bila aku berbangsa aprika?!! I have a chinese surname like THOUSANDS other in China.

3) My father (the email sender) had died. He left me berjuta-juta lemon. My uncle did not know about this. Please help me with the transactions and immunity. Bla bla bla. Cakap macam aku ni diplomat.

4) Nearer to our shores. That Maybank scam. I keep on receiving it a few times. But i know it fishy because:-

KEPADA PERSATUAN PENIPU MAYBANK

NO 1. AKU TIDAK ADA AKAUN MAYBANK. STUPID.

NO.2 AKU TIDAK PERNAH MENDEDAHKAN EMAIL OFIS UNTUK URUSAN PERIBADI.

Ok Done.

You

Jealousy is such an ugly thing. It's like a second layer of your skin resurfacing once in a while like a green monster. One thing i learned since i was small is to read other people's face just a few seconds before they changed it. I saw your face. I saw that green monster inside you. I couldn't care less. Your mediocre life doesn't interest me much.

Coconut go nuts!

Being a full time working-in-a corporate-world wife is a constant battle. Especially during this Ramadan season i have to think of new recipes and ideas on what to cook. My mother in law called and told my husband that she's been cooking Ayam Golek. My hubby 'terliur' and so now i'm on a quest to find a good ayam golek recipe and cooked it. One thing i didn't like is SANTAN. I almost HATE everything with santan inside it expect for curry and bubur pulut hitam.

I think it's my fault too because i've been cooking chinese food, western, all....... this while and also some malay dishes without SANTAN.

Gah, i'll just cook it for my husband and make some chinese herbal soup for myself.

Santan oh santan.....

Update: Ok maybe that ayam golek didn't out that bad at all.

Gangster! (Tidak berkenaan)

I'm just a gigolo.

I enjoy this song from Louis Prima. It's so funny!! "Won't some sweet mama come and rescue me?Cause I ain't no bad." That always crack me up.

He reminds me a lot of Louis Armstrong and if i'm not mistaken he is the the one who sang that monkey song from Jungle Book.

Money makes my world go flat

2 years ago my dad made his will with a lawyer. I never ask what i will get. Honestly i don't care. Today my mum called and say she is going to make a will too. Suddenly, i'm bursting with tears. Definitely not a good way to start my day.

I dread that day will come. Semoga Allah panjangkan umur.

Go Go Hokaiddo!!

I almost had a chance to go to Tokyo and Osaka. Official trip with a friend who had been living in Hokaiddo previously and fluent in Japanese. You can count on my nihongo as you can count on rats to start reading newspaper.

This trip is personal for me (after London) because of him. HIM.

Alas, perhaps next time sensei.