red velvety goodness.

Hi!

I was doing my work at the library when I thought, hmmmm wouldn’t it be nice if I baked red velvet cupcakes for myself? (Like real only cos I’ve never baked em’)

BUT ALHAMDULILLAH.

I think I’m a secret domestic goddess (LOL STOPPIT RIGHT SELF PRAISE) because not bad babe, for a first timer! Hehehehhehehehehe. As usual, things like this I will always whatsapp Aman one.

I like to make him drool and then ask him for praises I also don’t know why but it helps to boost my self confidence WAHAHAHAHA. The conversation will go something like this.

Me: How? Not bad right your girlfriend?

A: Ya not bad ah.

Me: How? You feel lucky or not you have me as your girlfriend?

This conversation will go on like this until I’m satisfied with the compliments lol or until he gives up and keep quiet.

Go to www.sghijabgirl.com for the recipe ok? I very lazy to link it up here very tired alrdy I think time to sleep ok baibai.

you special?!?!

Today, Aman and I went to AMK to eat at Hady Mirza’s fam’s satay/soto stall. I assure you, its really the best satay ever. My parents loveeeeeee their satay stall and they often travel to AMK just to eat that. If you want to go there, I don’t really know how to direct you but its right behind the new NTUC and the hawker centre is near to a carpark. Yeah I know, not so helpful but explore lah ok? Heheh.

So when Aman was queueing for the food, I was sitting at the table minding my own business when suddenly I heard the voice of an old man, talking on the phone, flirtatiously, and no, he was far from manly. In short, he was a girly old man T_T I ignored cos I can’t be bothered to listen to the convo lah right. Then, it was my turn to get the sugarcane juice for us and I came back to a stunned looking Aman.

Here’s why.

Old man/bapok: OoOoOoO mengancam (I don’t know how to translate lah, maybe something like omg so hot I wanna bite you HAHAHA)

Aman: Don’t look behind me. Don’t look.

At this point of time, I was damn blur like a tin sotong.

Old man/bapok: Geramnyaaaa, I sukaaaa (yummy, I likeeee)

Me: wts?! Is he talking about you?!

Aman: 0.0

Yes, this happened in a crowded hawker centre, in broad daylight, and families with small kids were nearby.

WTH RIGHT. I was laughing but at the same time damn irritated yknow. You want to be immoral, that’s your problem but at least have some common sense to not do it infront of small kids. Turns out Aman told me, when I was gone, every 3 seconds, he was spewing something with sexual connotations. Damn disturbing.

After awhile, he slowly walked past us and said ” You special…..”

I wanted to die.

To summarise this whole entry, Aman and I will never see the words “you special” the same way again.

Eeyer.

sunshine/moonlight

I call people I like names. As in, not that type of names. Nice names yknow? Or maybe nice names according to me. Wahaha! If you ask my friends, I call them doinkdoink, keboingboing, dingdong and many many more I can’t even remember. I don’t know if they dislike it, but if they do, boy, they sure are good actors! Heh heh heh.

Anyways, like allllllll the couples in the world, Aman and I have nicknames for each other too. I’ve lost count actually but lately, I’ve come up with a new one.

Me: HEY SUNSHINEEEEEEEEEEEEE *drag the e to the max in a very cheery gila voice*

A: Hey

(I don’t know if its just allll boys but he can sometimes be very -.-)

Me: Hello, I greet you so happily you only say hey back?!?!

A: Okay, Hello moonlight.

Me: WHY.

A: Cos I’m fairer than you, you’re a bit dark, so at night, moonlight.

*facepalm*

that swedish joint

It has become a tradition for Aman and I to have weekly dates at Ikea. I don’t mind travelling there cos I have a straight bus from my doorstep right to Ikea’s and at times, when he’s in a good mood (when he wants to get petrol from JB), he’ll send me back (Y)

Most of the time, we go there for the 50 cents cup of coffee (cheaper than coffee shop) and baby, its no normal coffee okay. Grinded from God knows what coffee beans, the lovely concoction accompanied by 2 packets of sugar and creamer. BLISS I TELL YOU.

We sip our coffee and have long long long conversations about everything and anything under the Sun ( we were trying to remember what we gave each other for our 4th anniversary just now. We were both lost cases. Short term memory or maybe this is what happens when you’ve celebrated too many annis lol) and the best part, its refillable. YES 50 CENTS REFILLABLE COFFEE HELLO YOU MUST BE NUTS NOT TO BE ENTICED BY IT (unless if you don’t drink coffee lah that one exception, you not nuts ok)

I wrote that for fun (its a scene from the movie Click) and we were tryna think what the reply was.

If you don’t understand arabic, it means, (forever and ever always, my love)

:’)

Such rare moments when Aman expresses his love for me HAHAHHAHA.

Ok bye.