Samballed

So I'm getting out of the shower and my head's all twisted and fixed on backwards because sunlight sometimes disorientates and reconfigures my DNA early in the morning. And I look at my breakfast and my eggs are acting out a murder crime-sequence in slow motion like a grizzly early morning pantomime. And I realize, its because mom made my eggs (wonderfulness yay) and she decided to put a ton of sambal sotong on top of my scrambled eggs! I mean, I love sambal sotong, just not at 7am. Its too much!

And yet, my tummy is viciously digesting it all right now. I can't help it, our religion states that 'syurga di bawah tapak kaki and di dalam the bubbles of minyak and santan that your mom cooks' so it basically means you gotta obey your mom and also eat whatever she autopilots into your mouth.

So dahtin came home yesterday with a bag that could fit approximately 7.5 human heads!



She got her granville!



Aww happy anniversary dahtin! Now please get married fast so I can set up the fish tank of my dreams in your room!!!