yesterday i bored you all with my lame story. today, title is self explanatory. me and darling don't always have good food to eat. so, today was something special day day. we had been eating like a beggar for the past few days. last week, we rewarded ourselves with Subway sandwiches. it was so so so so so yummylicious! today, we decided to have steak and sausages. not the normal ones. the big fat juicy ones! i made mashed potatoes this morning, requested from Aaron. bought 4kgs of Russet potatoes for RM11 the day before. he wanted to make it a 3 course meal, or so he says. the mash came in goof picture for dinner though. the steak, 400g for RM7 and it was humongous!

the nice yummylicious humongous steak and the mashed potatoes.

the mushroom gravy which we kept for months finally came in good use.

the sausages arrived! mine!

his. loaded with mashed potatoes. he liked my mashed potatoes :)

it is so delicious that i almost licked the plate. oh, do the maths!

the nice nice yummy sausages. the taste still lingers in my mouth!

baby bought it for me. he knew i like eating this. but baby, i want fresh iced sugar cane.

JJ sandwiches, when my mom came down to KL to buy a dress.

erm. Sunway Pyramid toilet. it was actually the way to the toilet.

JJ sandwiches again!

ok. maybe a story will do. i have something in mind :P

today a soft wind caresses her cheeks, the beads of sweat blew to the back. "it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares," she chanted to herself,ignoring the heat. people pass by, working men and women,the traffic...rush hour. it is as if she is the one and only one in the world. walking through these people, it were as if she is living in a world of robots and machines, a world where minds were made of silicon and hearts of cold steel.


she is not one of the stunningly beautiful girls well equipped with Prada, Gucci, LV, Jimmy Choo etc etc etc. just an average looking girl who isn't much taller than 5'6". what is so special about her? she is special, everyone is. she walked into a nearby Starbucks,and headed right to the counter, "a cup of hot choco caramel, please," she said with a smile on her face. the barista replied in kind. she sat near the window, where the air conditioning was cooler and where she can see people blow by like leaves in a storm, chaotic and unstopping.


she slowly sipped her cup of drink while enjoying herself with one of the novels written by Stephen King, an author with a penchant for horror novels. ah. life. she was enjoying herself till she was interrupted when a lady in her mid 40s pushed the door and made her way in. she was looking at the lady, who was looking more harassed by the second. "have you seen my son? " the lady was pleading at the confused cashier. "what's the matter?" as she walked up to her. "my son! my son hadn't been coming home for 3 days. he is missing. he loves to sit here and drink coffee everyday," the lady starting to tear as she explained her predicament.

she invited her to join her and asked the lady what happened. "he is 20. i had a fight with him the other day. i wanted to introduce him to some girls. he refused and that was the last time i saw him," the lady sounded harsh. she knows, 20 and mom match making. how pathetic a life he has. if she were him, she would have done the same; get a life by running away. she handed the lady a tissue. the lady showed her a picture, the picture of her son. she cried aloud as she saw the picture. "he is my boyfriend! and he has been staying in my house for 3 days!"

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