This post I write is specially dedicated for my sister;
Nur Su'aidah Burn.
More like demanded by her.
Ah well,here I go.

After buka just now,my sister and I decided to try the kuih tart we baked.
Ok,she did most of it.
So we counted to three and i took mine whole,while she took hers by bits.
We were lost in the taste of the oh so delicious kuih tart.
Then somehow,we started to laugh.
I laughed and laughed.
She was laughing too.

Then suddenly she went,
"Nangis eh,kuih tart sedap sangat"
Translation,"Cry,the kuih tart taste super awesome"
And to my most inevitable horror,she cried.
I was like,"Bloody hell!"
Here's our little speech;

Syirah:"You cried?!?!"
Ain:"Terharu ah!" (Meaning she feels touched)
*Syirah laughs her ass off*

Haha,then my grandmother comes in and ask why we were acting like bloody hooligans in the kitchen.
So I explained since Ain was too busy weeping.
And you know what my grandmother said?

Grandmum:"The kuih tart is not really cooked,I'm going to chuck it in the oven again later"

Hahaha!
My sister's eyes went as round as a plate.
If you don't understand why..
You're just dumb man!
Haha,joking.
What I was trying to say is that,
My sister cried for nothing.
Cause the kuih tart wasn't even properly baked.
Understand?
Ada faham?
Good!
Baguus!

And just now when I was playing sparklers with my brother,
Ain was standing at the doorway,intent/focus/concentrated/so into ******* something.
My lord..
I shall not speak of it.

I shall probably get going now.
Want to try on my new baju kurung and kebaya!
Excited babe!
Byebyebyebye!