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I have been craving for apple pie since I watched that crap show on Suria called Masak Mamiiiiii...(Sung to the irritating tune of the show.) Yes, I know I am nobody to criticise the chef because she has been hailed as one of the best, but come on! I've seen two of the episodes and I'm like what? *looks around with both hands facing upwards* I watch a lot of cook shows but this has got to be one of the worst. Her previous show was better. I like to watch Jamie Oliver and Nigella Lawson. They have pretty simple recipes that we can copy. There was this show...erm...Circus Gourmet or what...no, it didn't serve circus food, although it would be pretty interesting if they had a show about that, because I read somewhere that circus freaks people eat a whole lot of vegetables and fruits and well-planned meals. Anyways, yes in that circus show, the french chef would only bake and bake. All kinds of things like bread, cakes and...things that can be bake lah, obviously.

But wini, if you watch a lot of these shows, why can't you still cook? You don't learn anything! Hey...I learn things ok! I learnt how to braid my hair from watching one chef pleat his flour to make bread. I am not joking, I swear to God. There you have it. Something new to learn about me in every post.
I think I have said a lot today. Which reminds me of something. Sari, my youngest sister, came to one night and threw herself at me. (You stupid pervert! It wasn't in that incestous way ok. I mean she literally threw her body on me.) Before I could open my mouth to reprimand her...

Sari: *sighing* Kak, I'm so tired lah!
Me: Why?
Sari: Because so many people want to talk to me. And I think I''ve talked too much today. Wina want to talk to me, Wisma want to talk to me, Wita want to talk to me, Abang want to talk to me, Mama want to talk to me, Papa want to talk to me. And then just now I play teacher-teacher and I talk so much to my students until I was so thirsty! And then my friends called me on the phone and I talk and talk because they also talk and talk. And now I'm also talking to you. *points to mouth* You see you see, I'm still talking to you! My mouth still moving and cannot stop talking. You see you see!

She then proceeds to throw herself on my bed and sighed, "So tired."

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I have been really busy these past weeks and I'm only getting more busier. You have no idea how shagged I am right now.

Anyways since I'm here, I might as well summarize some of the exciting highlights that have happened to me. The TP Open House was a great success! I managed to get 4 goodie bags for myself eventually, which took a lot of effort and thick skin. Can you believe that Mard and I had to go all over the school to get 1 bag, and then had to pose as O level students at Business School? It was hard to keep a straight face. At last I found out that other students were doing exactly the same thing as we were, that was how hot the goodie bags were.

I think the visitors on Saturday got a shock when at late afternoon, TP had a mass chicken dance at the main parade square, and they witnessed all the guides from different schools, with their multi coloured tees, dancing and acting like complete morons! It was tres fun.

After everything, we went to Mensa Block and had a grand feast from the buffet. I think I had like 1 whole large plate of mini eclairs to myself. They were fucking delicious. And I had the oreo cheesecake which tasted exactly like the ones they have at Starbucks.

Jam & Hop...what can I say? It was so good, that I came home with a dry throat and woke up the next day with a major headache, bumps on my head and a few bruises here and there. Bodysurfing and moshing were going on, and it totally rocked until security came and shut us down. BOOHOO! I enjoyed myself pretty much that night, even though I felt like my upper and lower torso were disconnecting themselves after standing for one whole day.

So...okay, I guess that's it. Oh, one more thing. On Monday when I went back to school and was on my way to lecture, this guy and a bunch of his friends walked past me, and he looked at me, stopped and said, "You rocked girl!" I look at him closely and recognised him as the lead for the rock band I was screaming to. I was soooo embarassed that I just walked away quickly, leaving him to tell his friends what happened. GAWD.

Oh yes, before I forget, a big thank you to everyone who called and texted to wish me a happy birthday. You won't believe the people who remembered. So touching one. THANKS EH KENGKAWAN.

To Mr Faisal, you are the most stupidest person alive. You stupid stupid stupid boy. Tsk tsk tsk.

Busy, busy, busy. So much things to say, no time to tell... maybe later on in the weekend I shall update. Remember...those with student passes, or who can get by as students, Jam & Hop @ TP starts at 7pm, tomorrow!

As busy as I am, I cannot seem to distract myself away from that one thing that I should be ignoring. People tell me things that I deem as ridiculous. If that particular person loves history so much, she should go to Japan right now and revenge what was done to us centuries ago. Bullshiting about nonsense fabricated crap. Too bad she thinks otherwise, because if her mentor is really that innocent and goody-goody, she won't be alone right now.

Remember kids, if you urgently need money, I suggest you go rob a bank or a mama-shop. Don't steal from your own family.

Saving the bests for last. (LOL)