Incoherent Post

It's past few days' updates.

My first time having Arab basil seeds with strawberry juice drink. It was in fact liked drinking pearl milk tea but with many bites. Very refreshing. 

Arab dessert-sweet, rich and creamy. It was stuffed with cheese, soaked with sweet syrups, topped with powdered sugar and shredded coconuts.

It’s so sweet and really excited my taste buds. 

River turned to ice tea colors especially heavy pouring. The river waters moved very fast, they seemed roaring without the ends.

I could stay, for long time watching. 

University Hari Raya open house. More dorm room neighbors joined this year university Hari Raya open house.

Good for remembrance. We all not sure whether incoming semester we could meet each other. 

Deer rendang & ketupat palas

It was so crowded as last year.

Hari Raya open house dish I looked forward –deer rendang and ketupat palas, chicken satay. “Diet” never crossed my mind at that moment. The dishes were not good for the waistline. 

“Eat first, think later, exercise never”

By the way, I had the great times in the presence of good foods and company. 

It’s so true.

Research was not the straight line. It was a curve line instead. There will be failures, setbacks and finally achieve success. Not that easy after all. 

I back home previous week. With family at the favorite breakfast spot, Laksa Nio. 

Me: "I want to dine out for breakfast tomorrow".

Mama: "But tomorrow I’m vegetarian. We dine out the day after tomorrow".

In conclusion, Mama changed tremendously, keen on hanging out with her daughters. 

Car learning progress: learnt to park the car but not passed yet.

Driving instructor aka younger sister, Mickey always said, 

“aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah”, aduh mah, aduh mah, aduh mah".

I felt she wanted to faint each time taught me.

She addressed me as the “3^rd times standard lang”. The story was I parked the car perfectly and nicely in home’s car park for 3^rd times. When came to 4^th, 5^th, 6^th time, it appeared opposite. 

Relative toddlers.

I couldn’t stand with the toddlers. Aaaargh!!!

Their screaming, shouting, running around, bouncing each other made me wanted to throw them away from my home. That sound horrible, didn’t?

Where do toddlers got their energy?  Isn’t I bottled their energy for my own use?

Me: "Why you slash down calendar dates?"

Mama: "Counting down the day Mickey will back home".

(Mama actually dreaded Mickey going home. She wished every day disappeared soon).