If it's one thing I've learnt today, it has to be something that happened in my own home. I think there's no such thing as public smiles, private sorrows. At this very moment, this very age, this very hour, minute and second, one cannot afford to make anything public anymore. For all you know, your little cousins will have access to your deepest, darkest and most intimate sexual (or anything as personal for that matter lah) fantasies or desires (or secrets) on the WORLDWIDEWEB. You'd be surprise by how fast news travel. The wonders of human efficiency. oh well. Sometimes I wonder if it'll do some good if they were to impose an age limit for internet access. I have a feeling that somehow, it'll make the world a better place. Yes, so I am conservative but I don't care.

Okay, I'd like to announce this to the freaking world because I do not think that this is some kind of secret and that it would have the capacity to spark off controversies of any kind. Unless you're telling me that the colour of one's bedsheet could potentially attract attention from the media and the authorities. That is just absurdity beyond belief. Anyways, I have a new bedsheet in one of my favourite colours (no prizes for guessing correctly). My room is not as rainbow-ish as hiddy's but it's colourful nonetheless and I am loving every minute that I spend in it.

As much as I'd love to drown my face in all my notes, I can't help but be overwhelmed by the excitement as Eid draws near. And as much as I'd love to keep it hush hush, again, I want to tell the whole world that I'd be wearing pink on 1st Syawal and also on the day I'm going out with my schoolmates. My beruk and I can then parade around Singapore and show off our pretty pink bajus. That's not exactly the shade of my baju kurung but it's pink all right. And yes, for once, I have a pink baju kurung and I am definitely going to put it on. Okay, can I curse and swear now??? It is afterall after dark. The bloody mats downstairs cannot stop perah-ing their bikes. It's fucking annoying. I feel like throwing down my flowerpots so that it'll hit their heads. Okay. I am cruel. I take it back. But seriously, they're like no-brainers.

Hmm I forgot that some of my little cousins might have access to my blog. Okay, I promise that I'll try as much as possible to keep it clean. But come on lah. Get real. There will be days when I feel sore and mean during which, I definitely have to cuss. So kakak-kakak dan makcik-makcik, do advise your children to stay away from my blog should you feel that it could be a bad influence on them. Good Night.

***edit/ Okay fine. Those mats would probably escape unharmed if I were to really throw flowerpots at their heads since they have helmets on. But it would've still given me a sense of satisfaction. hehhh.