Mom is cooking the sambal for Nasi Lemak and I've been salivating like a mad dog for the past 10 minutes. But the funny thing is I don't feel like eating it at all. Just the smell, the aroma, is enough to drive my nostrils crazy. Okay that sounds so wrong.

Oh I'm so sad that I didn't cut off Amira's 38D boobies today because they were too big and my knife blade couldn't make it through all the way down. I'm so sad, I was about to cook it with lemak cili padi and let Qamal and Amirul taste my cooking. Thank you for calling me a cannibal, I take that as a compliment.

I like it when every end of an argument leads to a happy ending and then, a closer bonding. Be it my boyfriend, my mom, my sis, my friends, Hannie, my victim of cannibalism (OH IT'S YOU LA AMIRAAAA. DON'T APPEAR OFFLINE ALWAYS OKAY) and even my dad.

But most of the time it's with Di. Cos he's an irritating motherfocker who never fails to irritate the shit out of me. But no matter how irritating focker he could be, he's always my irritating sheep. Okay.

Anyway he was so happy like a kid who is given a lollipop because he successfully captured our silly antics on video using his camera phone just now. I swear the look on his face is worth a reported US$1 billion.