Cotton Candy

I was so bored stuck at home while everyone else is out having fun. So I decided to cheer myself up. I made the mattress cozy with gazillion of plushies and fan nearby. No way will I sweat on a hot hot day.

I chose Camp Rock 2.

And my choice was so perfect. It made my day. Truly did. I was so busy laughing till my face gone red that I forgot to eat my chocolates. Though some of the songs are great, it has all the cliches in the world in one movie.

The best 90 minutes of my day so far.

Cookies and Cream

Countdown to HR's Birthday : 4 days left
Current Song : Cee Lo Green's Fuck You
Thought in my head : Oh so lazy to water the plants.

Since everyone I know from IPBA is like me, broke and hoping wholeheartedly for the claim money that haven't shown a promising sign, I am happy to share my current way of making money.

Since I intend to buy HR a gift for his birthday, I make use of my elder brother who is so busy with work and lazy like a turtle. Duhh~ I can't wait for the claim money forever and do nothing. I have needs.

So, I took jobs from him. Doing whatever. Laundry. Housekeeping (to his room). Dishes.

It work out well between us. Who cares who is using who.

But Kak Eka is coming back from her 2 months vacation soon. And there goes my source of income.

So, I need a new plan.

p/s: I don't know about gift for HR, I spend as fast as I earned.
p/p/s: I only charged him. Not my younger brothers or my parents. That is just cruel.

Sugar Cinnamon

Everytime I see a car passes by, I am wishing,"Nope, don't stop here. Don't visit my house."

Though I keep my home spick and span, my state of mind is not.

So no guests please.



p/s: I wish I have better things to do.

Strawberries. Always Strawberries

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave

If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of the m is dead

Why do you smile
Like you have told a secret
Now you're telling lies
Cause you're the one to keep it
But no one keeps a secret
No one keeps a secret
Why when we do our darkest deeds
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell

Look into my eyes

Now you're getting sleepy
Are you hypnotized
By secrets that you're keeping?
I know what you're keeping

Caramel

The other while talking on the phone with HR, we talked about our childhood memories. We talked and rambled on.

We ended up talking about songs that I sang whenever I played 'getah' with my girls.

Rumah terbakar panggil bomba,
Bomba datang berlumba-lumba,
Anak kambing patah kaki,
Anak kambing menari-nari,
Anak kambing makan rumput,
Anak kambing masuk kandang.

I just realized this song is kinda silly and does not make sense. At all. Not even the rhyming pattern. Oh silly childhood song~


p/s: gotta love HR for singing Don't Call Me Baby by Madison Avenue for lullaby

Mint Chocolate

Sometimes, when you have good loudspeaker phone, it doesn't mean other people care. It doesn't mean others want to hear how good it is.

Don't turn on music so loud in public places. Especially if you like Justin Bieber.

White Mocha

I am currently overly obsessed with wedding.

Wedding cakes, wedding gowns, wedding decoration ~

Just wedding, not marriage.

It is two different things.

Chocolate chips

I didn't particularly like to share stories about my practicum. Not that it was bad, it was awesome with too many classroom management but I just don't like to bore you with the stories.

I was reading Ain's blog the other day when I felt like sharing my own story on the same matter.

The gossip started when the students always saw me and HR riding the same car together to and from school. Sometimes, me and HR did paired teaching or sometimes he entered my class to supervised the technical stuff (LCD, Laptop etc). For them, we were close.

Not that me and HR didn't try to not to be together, we did. But I do prefer to eat together. So we went to canteen on our separate ways. We sat as far as possible during assemblies and other public events.

Some thought we are married since we 'live' together (because of the car sharing). Some thought we are brothers and sisters (because apparently, for them, we look alike). Some just thought we are lovers.

So I fed their curiosity.

To some, I admit we are brothers and sisters. Another lot, I said, we are match made in heaven.

Usually, I told them a sad love story. How I really love HR and did everything I can to be with him, but he did not like me. He rejected me and he fell for my best friend. Sometimes I even add in the tears. I am dramatic like that.

They all mostly were sad for me. And never bugged me again.

And not once they questioned me.

To the teachers, I said we are just friends.

And you think only students like to gossip...