somebody slap me.
comfort food helps in making me relaxed. and now that im so so so relaxed, i cant bring my lazy-couch-potato-self to study for the param module (read: biology). PLUS plus plus im gaining kilos by staying at home and eating, snacking and whatever words you can associate with putting food in your mouth, chewing and swallowing it which in the end becomes shit. literally speaking.
and this is THE reason i wanna go out! but then again, the mummy is right. i quote, "adek, you go out also you makan SO much. what's the..dif..differ..eh ape word tu? ahh...difference?" and of course the mummy's attempt to speak in perfect english sentences never fail to make me laugh. and with my laughter, there's bound to be one booming laugh coming from my dad, who in turn joins me in making fun of the mummy. and as a result of these childish squabbles i usually have at home, the mummy will eventually give up and start picking on my very very bad command of malay language. i quote again, "adek cakap melayu cam sampah berkecah pat tong tau tak?" [in other words, it simply reads: adek, your malay sucks.] HAHA.
ouh. when the parents came back from their holiday ytd night, the first thing dad said was: "did u gain weight? me too." and he looked sadly at his tummy. aww. he must have missed his dear treadmill.
i can foresee that jagdip's tickled by the last paragraph followed by his hearty laughter. hehe.