confession: i'm not that good in kitchen. but not necessarily i'm bad ok. it's just that, i'm a mediocre. but those makcik-makciks simply just had to laugh at me when i cut cucumbers unevenly. pah. but i can cook maggi.. erm and egg and i can cut raw chickens, i think. and i'm ok with onions. i love them actually. oh well you just gotta mind your head when i'm holding the knife, that's all. and i like washing the dishes. i totally gel with water. god knows why i go out of the bathroom with numb fingers. hee.

i learnt to eat salad today. with presence of peanut sauce that is. i like peanut sauce. they go with anything, especially with ketupat. they're like the whip cream in a glass of coffee, like chilli sauce with fish crackers and like sambal with chicken rice.

sometimes i worry when i don't have anything to blog about. even if i do, i'll just be blogging crap. because nothing to blog about=no life. ok not necessarily true.. but, maybe i have no life. all i do everyday is sleep and eat. and i have no commitments. i have this love-hate relationship with holidays. they make me rot at home and do nothing! and you should know, i'm a computer-addict. i'll just start laying my hands on the keyboard and never stop. and then the piles of homework will be neglected. ok, now i'm panicking. o levels. o levels. o levels. grhejhrjahhhh!

have you ever heard of an all-girls punk band? sounds cool huh? i'm just wondering whether there are such bands around. or maybe, i can start one. hahahahaha!

shut up.

these few days i've been trying as hard as i can to cry over someone. but i didn't. you tell me what that means. i'll sure paste that stupid smile on my face.

i like peanut sauce (= goodnight!