i thought i was being nice today by offering to cook for buka puasa. wrong. dead wrong. i should have known, after seventeen years of living with myself, that cooking is just not my cup of tea. my forte is in eating, not preparing the food for eating. [i can, however, whip up a few dishes IF i feel like it. these times are rare and few.]

so i burnt the veggie dish. hangus. haha. had to throw it away and all. and the mum got mad at me. and i got bingit at her. cos it was just a small thing, but the way she went on and on and on about it, you would have thought i caused titanic to sink with my singing as i dance naked during the halftime of a lakers' game. yup. the first two times she nagged, i understood, but after the eleventh time she mentioned the same thing, i melenting ler...

haha. anak kwang asam.

man, i reckon i must have lost at least a kilogram from puasa-ing. my school skirt was damn loose the last time i wore it. i needa make up for this weight loos by eating more during raya. yippee! i wanna gain at least 2kg by next year. [yeah right, i'm SURE i can]

i can't afford to go round hari raya-ing looking like a skeleton on her worst day can i?