I am a spy

Uh. Well, I can dream, can't I?

But just so you know. I wanted to be a secret agent when I was a kid. But then I wanted to be lots of things when I was small and curious. I actually was very sure that I would be a supermodel until I hit early puberty then I realise I wasn't growing any taller. Pooh.

Anyway, as you could see I am a little stagnant with my postings. But I wasn't. Most of my post are in drafts. I'll get back to it once exams over. But the real reason behind my slow-moness is Alias.

Thats a show I used to watch with Mardhiya a long long time ago. Watching Alias was most likely the reason I quit dreaming to be a secret agent.

Why?

Because they are the Master of Deceit.

And do I look like I can fool someone and kick ass at the same time?

Unlikely.

Anyway, I suddenly had this urge to watch it again and ta daa! I've reach season 2 and finishing it.

Its a must watch. Really really really really.

Click it!

A retired and happy Mummy

A month ago, my mum was working for Bank Negara.

She didn't like it very much. No sirree.

But since she still had daughters to support, like the eldest who still haven't settle in nicely to anyone or anything in particular (mummy likes to give suggestion, if ye

knowwhatimean), the second who has about 2 more years to go in a Uni thats oceans away from home and Nana and Nini who still just too young to even walk in a mall without an adult or a chauffeur within 20 meters in radius of their human body and soul.

Oh wait.

Thats not the case anymore!

Shes now officially a retiree. A housewife! A senior citizen!!!

Oh god.

She can get D I S C O U N T S.

Uh. Well thats besides the point. Some will be surprise when I say this but I kinda like my mum around. You wanna know why?

a. Mummy can cook.

I never really knew she can cook. She never really like cooking and prefers washing the drains. But you can be sure when I say that she can make the best sambal ikan bilis in this whole earth.

b. Mummy can make desserts.

During Ramadhan she made super yummy cream caramel, sagu with gula melaka and well all sorts of thing that she likes to experiment.

Mummy serving her sagu.

Ain't she happy.

c. Mummy can drive.

Hallelujah.

This is a miracle folks. No joke.

Thats cos my mummy had a phobia of driving. She actually stop the car at the side of the road and just ditch my dad when he was there to teach her. Haih. Mums.

But a month before she retired, me and Nini made her promise to learn driving again. Which she did with a bump and a scratch or two (thank goodness for insurance). I was happy to be her passenger when many were unwilling to be so. And you know what?

I had the safest ride of my life.

Mummy was driving an X-trail.

d. Mummy is always at home.

This might seem crazy. But hey. I like the idea that there is someone who could drive, cook and bake in the house. And mummy is usually very entertaining with the chitchats and the gossips (besides the constant nagging and some unnecessary shouting). So there is company when I get back from school, see.

So yeah. Papa is happy, Nini is happy, I am happy and Mummy is sure super duper mighty happy.

Right huh mummy?

A Super Awesome Jam-Pack Idea

I am going to start TLA!

Tea Lovers Associatian.

Whaddaya think?

Its a club fully dedicated to the joy of teas! Or any tea associated interest.

I even listed down all the possible activities for this promising club.

1. Have tea.

2. Eat freshly bake/make snacks.

3. If no. 2 is not possible, everyone should pitch in by bringing tidbits to eat.

4. Discuss current issues.

5. Music appreciation session.

6. Books appreciation session.

7. If we're ever bored of home tea, drink out.

Thats just the draft but I'll try and sort it out after Raya. Any questions, just ask.

Jackasses

The guys at the back of my class piss me off. They're arrogant, self-centered, posers, rude, lamest of the lame and they don't respect teachers at all.

There was this one time early this year that one of them slept in class when the teachers were teaching. I was shock that someone could actually be so daring but I realised it was normal once you're in form 4. Yeah I know, meet Nooby Nana.

Anyway, teacher ask him a question but he didn't want to get up. He kept on sleeping like as if no one had called him. Teacher was clearly ticked off and I was traumatised. I was mentally screaming, Get up you idiot, get up! Then she raised her voice. He didn't get up. I was almost fainting. But he just kept on ignoring. Then I thought teacher's eyes had gone real glossy. She's new.

He was such an ass without a hole that he became Mr Moley No-Holey. And the thing that makes my zits go popping from the extend of his poopy nature is that he is a cheerleader. Uh-huh. Wow, what awesome school spirit man.

Second. There was this other person in my class and he made our teacher cry. That teacher was new too. I just stared at that poop face and I could see no remorse at all. My other classmates had to say sorry to our teacher and ask her to come back. Dang it boy, you could be the next Poop King. Woot.

This has got to be my first hate post, I think. I'm so gonna regret this.

This was how Vincent was in class today.

Puffy puff panda eyes

I only had at least one hour of sleep for each day since Tuesday. Haih.

Why-o-why did I torture my eyes like this?

Cheer stuff, of course.

Somewhow cheer always seems to be the case for the bags around my eyes. Hmm. Maybe the musical I had bags too but that was fun. And thank goodness for my glasses. Cos you would see the hideous state my eyes are at the moment. Uh-huh. No way I'm showing people that. No sirree.

Thats basically why haven't been posting as much. Well. Thats it.

Weeky weekends

Another long weekend had flew out out OUT, the window.

Well, no. It was pretty action pack for my standards. Lol. 'My standards'?

Righto. Saturday night was the annual choir party. I came ultra late. Got to break fast, see.

And when I got there, they were playing games.

Candid Ed.

The theme was Hawaiian. I wore my langkawi tee (Thats considered Hawaiian, right?) and shorts. There were lots who went all out. Some look like they just came back from a shoot for a 'holiday at the beach' ad. And with everyone all dressed up, I suddenly had this big urge to camwhore. I never camwhore, ever.

I wasn't sure how to do it.

I manage in the end. Phew.

Then on Sunday Funday. I went to Sheesh Mahal for breaking fast. Hehe. Sheesh Mahal.

Mutton and desserts were y u m m y.

Masala tea. Funky.

Monday was nice too. I finally went to the bazaar and got myself one of my ultimate favourite desserts.

Ta daa!

And while we wait for an hour before we fill our tummies full. The whole family watch Pavarotti in action. DVD. Listenning to classic opera was soothing. Then I fell asleep on Pip's butt.

Pippin's bottom wasn't smelly. Yay.

And as you can see and predicted, I couldn't stand a chance in avoiding Pip for a week. It only lasted less than a day. Dang you, Pip.

Note: Marcus took camwhore pics and papa took me and pip

Smart ass Pippin

This has got to be the third time I posted about Pippin. Aww dang it Pip, you're famous!

Hohoho.

Lets cut to the chase.

During Friday at 5 in the morning, Pippin peed on my bed and poop on my Big Bird Origami thingy. And then she thought of helping me out a little. She didn't just poop at one little spot on my project, she practically scattered her lumpy faeces all over it.

Thanks a bunch Pip. Thanks a bunch.

I banned Pippin from ever coming in my room and I won't look at her for a week. A week? Yes, a week.

Then, less than 24 hours had gone by, during at night when I was about to turn off the lights. Pippin was meowing to get in the room. I said no. But this cat got 5 years to learn the ways. And then, she did this at the door:

Pippin's paw

It was Instant Kill.

My softy heart, I mean.

I definitely had to take back on what I said about not bothering Pippin. You need a stone cold heart to avoid those black glossy kitty cat eyes of hers.

But I didn't let her in and I won't ever. She's got to learn her lesson, that cat. Even if I have to gather every ounce of will power I have to shoo her away. Haih.