The one with the Mustard and Tabasco

It’s a known fact that I’m a freak. Among my sisters, my family and some of my friends, I really don’t mind that they call me that. I mean, everybody is different and unique, just like everyone else. But I can assure you that I am a different kind of different. When people call me freak, I like it, even proud, super duper proud of it. Because I’ve dealt with my freakiness, embrace it, and even swear my life by it. Because I know it’s a part of me, and I cannot ignore that part of me.
How do I know I’m a freak? Thanks to my sisters of course. They say it shows brilliantly through the colors that I always picked out (nemo colors bright yello, sakit mata green etc.), the bangles and bracelets I have, the weird cartoons I like to see even though I’m 22 years old, the amount of food I eat per meal (its quite a lot f.y.i, my dad thought he had another son once I ate in front of him.) and to the vibrant shoe collection of mine. (ceeewah..!!collection..!!huhu!!) And what I love about my siblings the most is that they don’t mind me being the way I am, even though I’m a bit ‘off’ sometimes. They even encourage the freakiness in me.
I bet you must be wondering why Mustard and Tabasco sauce by now. It seems to be that I have discovered yet another unusual thing about my self. Nowadays, (its been 2 weeks to be excact..) I eat EVERYTHING with mustard and Tabasco sauce. At first its just some added flavor to the plain hotdog and eggs. (another f.y.i, I absolutely CANNOT cook..at least for now..in Melaka). Then its with plain ayam goreng. Then its with fish fillet that Mom gave me, and butterhead salad, and coral salad, to maggi ayam, to plain old roast bread. And in all that 2 weeks i stuff myself with mustard and tabasco, i still have no idea what exactly is mustard and tabasco.heh..but i do know its not healhty. i can even hear my sister's voice as i splash more and more mustard on my hotdog, "ayin thats not good for you".
i wonder i'll have this yellow and red cravings in the ramadhan month. Maybe i'll try something different by then, say sambal belacan with gardenia bread, or laksam with thousand island dressing. hmm..never tried budu or cencalok before, even though i'm a melacaan for 4 years.hmm.. but for now, i'll stick with mustard and tabasco..

The one with the 1st time

This is my 1st time blog. I've seen my sister done it, and my brother, and now i think i can handle one myself. Having all the time i want here in melaka, i thought i had tons of work to do. Woke up even before the birds, namely the one bloody crow that always 'CWARX!' outside my window, i start off with my assignments. 3 hours later, i have nuthing to do on a Sunday morning. I'm not a workaholic, well, at least not yet, but i really hate the fact that i have nuthing to do. No good books around me, no good food, no good tv shows or movies, no interesting places to go (not interested anyway), i beginning to hate Sundays. Which is weird considering many hate Mondays, never a Sunday.HAih..
So this is blogging. all these time i thought blogging is just a waste of time. Now i am willingly wasting it, coz i have nuthing else better to do!!..Wait till my dad hear me saying that, he'll tell me to climb up a tree sumwhere. i read somewhere if you want to keep a conversation going, you should ask the person you talking to about him/herself..hmm..
So i am a 4th year student studying in melaka, studying material engineering. this is my last year here, and i'm making every momentt of it counts, well at least i tried. i'm 22 years old and still clueless (proud of it!!) and the big brat of my family (also very proud of it!). My hometown is kajang and no, i'm not a BIG fan of satay kajang. It is just meat on a stick for me. ok..since thisis my 1st time blogging, i think i'll stop just rite here, but never fear, i'll talk about myself from time to time..to keep this going.. ;) i wanna see hat more i can do here..