Ahhh... my mom bought it like, uh, last Thursday and the kids are devouring it! Leave some for me... ='(
Haha. The kids/cousins are noisy. Loud. Scary. But, I don't know why, or how exactly, I warmed up to them.
There's Ann Ann who constantly comes for a cuddle. Hung Hung with his sick jokes. Yes, sick jokes. And he's only 7. Mom? Does this run in the family? xD Eugene and Hao Jen who laugh along hysterically. Tian Tian and her "Wo zhuo Mami"-translate: I wanna be the mother- cartoony voice. Yeah, she has a doll-like voice. High pitched. Ah Di(Alson) with his I'm-gonna-be-hot-someday-don't-underestimate-me face and giggles when I tickle him.
Maybe Penang does that to people.
You CANNOT eat alone here. It's either you with your folks or a friendly person. When you go out to those hawker places for dinner or char chan teng for breakfast, you can't find a table, penangites will ask you to join them. Seriously. Friendliness is wow. It makes you feel something. A little warm flame. Oh, and the food is heavenly. Maybe Penang caters for Heaven. Hahaha, you never know. I seem to say that a lot these days.
I like the way my hair curls.
Monday, December 15, 2008,10:26 PM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.