Belacan

Hubby : Ey.
Me : Hm?
Hubby : Ey,belacan girl.
Me : *ignores*
Hubby : Belacan girl~ come here.
Me : *ignores again*
Hubby : Fat, plumpky belacan girl. Come here.
Me (annoyed) : WHAT?
Hubby : Nothing. Just simply.

He called me belacan girl. And plumpky is a verbal combination of plumpy + monkey.

Cause I creatively make fried belacan macaroni. well, it's not my fault. there's nothing much to cook with the leftover boiled macaroni, so i just fried them with belacan la.

It smelled nice to me, and yummy too. too bad la he didn't have same opinion as i had.

Fuck la. now 5.17pm already and it starts to rain.
p/s: please refer to older post "Naughty Rain".

i really don't have any reasonable, sensable reason why the rain hates me a lot.

and im seriously sleepy now. i miss my bed. and teddie boo too *yawn*