What is raya without the kuih-kuih right? This time, I am left totally devastated when my mother decided not to bake any but to instead purchase them all. All the makmur, kuih tart, suji, GONE!

Raja Kuih sold all the fanciful sweets which I did not really fancy lah. Now I can only savour the classic kuih-kuih at the houses I visit this whole week, especially the tarts with the hard, star-shaped toppings at my Nenek Halus’ house. After this on the eighth, I will be leaving for overseas training in Taiwan for close to three weeks. Sad lah!

Oh. My wife better be a good baker :) Nowadays, females are getting a bit too clueless about the wonders of the holy kitchen.

Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim Brothers and Sisters! Forgive me for all of my shortcomings yo. I understand this blog has been my domain to all of the sweet and bitter stuffs, home to all of my praises and insults, and surely I must have offended certain people in one way or another during the course of my journalling. To all of you, maaf zahir dan batin.

PS. I hope your jab went well. Heh.

You know I make you wanna scream.

(Saosin - Voices)

(Avenged Sevenfold - Brompton Cocktail)

While I was watching Constantine, I felt a wave surge right through me at that scene when Gabriel ceremoniously tried to free Mammon. Gabbie said:

“For you see, you are so like animals. Pleasure and reward have no lasting effect. But pain… Pain is the language you best understand. Pain inspires you. I have watched you over the years. Only as your cities burn do you rush to save each other. Only when the threat of blood runs crimson through your streets and your very families are threatened do you turn your faces to God. Only in the face of horror do you find your nobler selves. And you can be so noble. So I will bring you pain. I will bring you horror. So that those of you who will survive this reign of Hell on Earth will be worthy of God’s love.”

Oh. He was one twisted angel in the story.

“I lost my final fight to disease, I feel that this is where it ends
I need that shot to enter my vein, my Brompton Cocktail blend
I wanna meet my maker in peace, I want to feel alive again
So put that smile back on my face, and mix it strong my friend.”

I feel so..
Ugh.

I smell a Vivitar UWS coming.
Someone has to be blamed.

Reminds me of just how beautiful you can be..

Anyways, I was lying in bed forcing myself to sleep until I recalled someone telling me that couples who engaged in anal sex before their demise will rise as pochongs from their graves one day.

I still cannot lay myself to sleep thinking about it. I wonder where she got the idea from.

Ducks do fly, by the way (:

Updated thoughts..

I am supposed to be back in camp for COS duty in less than three hours time but my beauty sleep just only got disrupted by this disturbing dream I had:

That this great girl’s father knew my father and he truly adored me.

It felt real and wonderful but the dream got too farfetched I woke up, started thinking and became really agitated at not being able to fall asleep again.

But still, I miss this girl who is having a great time elsewhere.

Where is the peace and tranquility?

This plushie was named Sin.

Sin will pose for us today.

I like the idea of bonding with my kid over a cup of coffee.

Hmm..

When I pass people on the streets who are talking on their cell phones I wonder how many of those people are talking to someone I know or someone who knows someone who knows me.