Nine Nine!

Much love to you for allowing me to share your joy and sorrow since the last nine months. You have no idea how grateful I am.

Thank you Baby!


Here's a little something for you. ;)


♡♡♡

You are the apple of my eye
You make me wanna fly

You are the silver lining of my cloud
You constantly make me proud

You are the sugar to my rush
You are my only favourite crush

You are the drug to my addict
Being with you, I don't want the clock to ever tick

You are the sun to my light
You make my smile becomes so bright

♡♡♡


This poem is incomplete, yes I am fully aware of the fact. But since I was running out of time (to think of the additional verses which can help to complement the poem), I had to settle with this one.

can I borrow your wife?

So I was assigned to teach a new class after they re-assembled my schedule. Meeting the students for the first time, I have decided to measure their level of proficiency. This is a standard procedure for me as I need to know how well they can understand me. I wouldn't want to bore them to death and go all syok sendiri. 

I asked them to tell me what do they know about English and they responded that they don't know much. I then aked them to give me complete English sentences that they know. Being in the E class, their answers were a bit above the par as I have taught another E class before and they could hardly speak English.

As I was about to wrap the activity, one boy stood up to give me his complete English sentence. Out loud, he blurted, "Can I borrow your wife?"

I pretend as though I didn't hear that. 

Hah!

Boo Moment Of Mine

I am such a funny little girl. You see, I am in this superlong distance relationship with my superboyfriend. Hence, we don't get to see much of each other. So, despite all the cookings and bakings (yes, I purposedly put the 's' there to emphasize how many cooking and baking that I have been doing lately), my superboyfriend is yet to taste any of the delicious cuisine of mine.

Anyway, my superboyfriend travelled 7 hours last week to see me. And he brought me two doodle bears to keep me accompanied while he's away for work. Flattered with his romantic gestures, I have decided to return his love by surprising him with my baking. After much deliberation, I have chosen to bake a red velvet cake, seeing that the recipe and me are closely acquainted recently.

The fact that we rarely have a chance to date resulted in us trying to spend as much time together as possible. He arrived on the Friday evening and we went out for dinner. Only after that I had a chance to rummage through my mom's kitchen to look for the ingredients that I might need for the baking. To my great disappointment, many of the important ingredients were no where to be found in the vicinity. I was about to head out to do some shopping before I realised that it was already eleven. Post Meridiem! Grr..

I was left with no choice but to try out a different recipe. The problem with the recipe was, I never tried it out before. Hence I did not know what to expect out of it. I was nervous. I never felt this way before but maybe this is a sign. Or perhaps, the reason why I got all edgy was because I was trying to cook for someone who is very most probably will be spending his whole life eating my cooking. Anyhow, I chose to carry out the previously-planned surprise using the newly-found recipe and guess what, the cake surprised me instead! It looked nothing like the cake made from my favourite secret recipe and it tasted NOTHING like it. Oh yeah, in case you couldn't have guessed, the cake (my supposed-to-be red velvet cake) went all wrong! I was devastated but I tried to be optimistic as I always am. The process took me couple of hours and I headed to bed at 3.

I was anxious and restless and I couldn't sleep that night. I woke up at five but since I was in this semi-conscious state, I remained in the bed for some moments while waiting for the Subuh prayer to due. Right after performing Subuh, I went to the kitchen and took out the cream cheese and whipping cream to desfrost them and allow them to cool at room temperature. Eh, why am I being so deliberate with my story? Let's just skip this. I wouldn't want to bore you to death reading this. I barely have readers who are willing to read my entries voluntarily. I couldn't afford to lose the small group (as if there is any) that I have!

So the story shall continue here. Aite, it was seven by that time and I had to drive my sister to a photography competition by a beach and that beach requires 30 minutes of driving. And I was scheduled to meet my superboyfriend for breakfast at eight so I really need to act fast. The cream cheese was not completely defrosted as it needed more time. This later resulted in formation of lumps in my frosting mixture. At this stage, I was about to give up but my heart told me not to. With only fifteen minutes left before the clock stroke eight, I quickly showered and dolled up myself for our date. Just before I left, I tasted the cake for the last time and it was then I realised that I had to forfeit this plan of mine. Not only that the cake looked horrible, the taste also failed to do it any justice.

Basically, that was how my surprise ended. Right into the trash can. I didn't eat the leftover of the cake. Neither did my family as I warned them not to. Frustrated, yes! A lot indeed! But I have learnt a valuable lesson. Never plan a surprise unplanned.

I hope I didn't smell bad on our date. Especially after I was half an hour late.

Sorry!!

Medilove Kit

So here is the story which was meant to be blogged yesterday but I had to have it postponed as it contained country's top secret. Blergh.

You see, my superboyfriend is super manja. Despite his attempt to be gagah perkasa all the time and take good care of me, he has a high tendency to fall ill everytime he travels abroad. Being a responsible and loving girlfriend, I did remind him to prepare himself with a medical kit which can be consumed in the time of emergency. But as you could have guessed, my efforts did not avail.

Hence, when he told me that he will be spending the first two weeks of Ramadhan in Laemchabang, I have decided to equip him with a medical kit which has been made with lots of love.

I have included things which I believe are vital for him to have. I might not be around when he falls ill next time, but I have my little soldiers to do wonder and help him to recover.
Here is how my medilove kit looks like. No fancy-wrapping whatsoever, thanks to the time constraint. Haih.











Nonetheless, I wish you would never need these things for I always pray for your health. ;)



p/s: Told ya. This is a poyo post. ;p

Katy Perry - Wide Awake

 

I was halfway through when my tablet suddenly froze, resulted in me having to start my entry all over again. Lucky that I am too wide awake or else I would head to bed. So here it goes again. I hope my memory does not fail me. *keeps my fingers crossed*

So, yeah. Here is one of Katy Perry's recently-released singles and I must admit that I am a little bit in love with the song. After all, I almost love all of Katy's songs, special thanks to her outstanding voice. Except for one or two.

I am a lyrics analyst. I don't just listen to the songs. I memorize the thesis statement of the song. I could be humming to the song because I get the lyrics mixed up but I never ever forget what the song is all about.

The reason why I put this up is because I am soooo wide awake. On contrary to what the song may try to imprint (this song is about waking up after being entangled with nets of deceit), I am doing fine here. I admit that I was a bit distracted last night (which explains my previous strange entry), but I am perfectly fine today. I really am.

I myself can't quite explain what is wrong with me but I'm blaming the hormones. Hello estrogens, thanks for swinging my moods, ya? Grr. I was exhausted and felt so helpless last night. But this morning, I chirp like a bird. Seriously. I have been up since four. Had my sahur buffet with my family where I gobbled up nasi lemak, lasagna, cereals, egg and toast, fried megi, chicken loaf and sausages. I must have looked like a monster because my parents stared at me in disbelief. No kidding!

And now, despite back to bed, I am writing an entry for my blog. Wide awake! What is wrong with me?

I think that's a wrap. I need to get off the tablet. It is time for me to check whether my boyfriend is already up or not. Or he will be late for his work. See, I am such a responsible girlfriend. Yikes!

Toodles!

dub dub dub

I am excited to update something here and I have even snapped a couple of pictures to do the talking. But since this is supposed to be a surprise, I will keep the story to myself first before I finally have it revealed.

So stay tune! 

p/s: This is a poyo entry. I know.

My Ouch Moment Part 2

me : Sayang, you tau tak klu kita lap tgn kita dgn tisu sblm basuh tgn, tgn kita jadik tak berminyakkkkk..

him : Sayang, you tau tak klu kita jilat jari lps mkn sblm basuh tgn, tgn kita jadik tak berminyakkkk.. 

me : Ouch!

him : Hehe. Dan ianya sunnah, Sayang. 

Aiaiaiaiaia..

Jatuh cinta lagi!