Ikan bakar.

100 degrees celcius: water boils.
1668 degrees celcius: titanium melts.
5526 degrees celcius: the surface of the sun.
32 degrees celcius: temper rises, bitches talks, drama mutates and multiplies and kids walk around with pink sunglasses.

Apparently, high temperature affects my temper. I sweat, stink and swear all at the same time. I've been trying to control my awesomely short temper and I've done my mother proud for the past year, but today I had a weak moment for about 38 minutes.

So I am officially sorry to anyone whom I've given the evil eye, yelled and/or swore to.

And to the pakcik-pakcik tepi jalan yang panggil-panggil nak suruh beli baju Katrina, it wasn't me that gave you the evil eye and wished for invisible flying mice to come and eat you, it was the heat.



Now, everyone calm down. The cat ain't out of the bag yet.
Its tail may be poking out a bit but it doesn't mean anyone should do anything that might be potentially embarassing/stupid/drop HINTS like F-bombs on a hot day.

But yes, he does flick his cigarette.

Bahahahahahaha.

Anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY poknik. :) :)

Thanks for being my Superman,

for EVERYTHING. ;)

ika panas.

Current mood: comfy.

Listening to: That Thing You Do.