Chili Oh Chili

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It comes in 2 colors red and green, most people believe the red one is hottest one, its a lie, the green can be killing our tongue.

I was shocked to my toes *and such beautiful toes as far as i am concerned lol* sowiii for straying.....the price of chili - a small tinny thing that gives us hot taste in our tongue, that in many cartoon, it will make your ears blowing smokes - is sooooo expensive. The usual prices per kilo was around 10,000 Rupiahs -lesson for today, Rupiah is Indonesia's currency, and yes, i am Indonesian folks! And proud to be one of them.

But now, the price is flying up high into the ceiling. It is going to cost us, the chili's addicters *my own words* to take around 100,000 Rupiahs per kilo. Ouch....ouch thats tooooooo much huh? And no other way around it beibahs.

Due to the addictions of my people are already in the latest stage, there wont be any rehabilitation institutions able to cure them. The symptoms of those addicted people are easily to be spot in many restaurants, foodcourts, and food places in here. Some of the symptomps that i could get from my secret missions are:
1. Glassy eyes whenever they eat without chili.
2. Whining and complaining since the food is not hot burning with chili taste.
3. Lost their appetites.
4. Keep on listening to the radio for checking the news of chili's prices in the market.

After my observations for sometimes, i do realise there is one of the most horrid addicter. She even took a picture of chili, the red and green ones from Mr. Google. Whenever she eats, she will try to peek the pic from her cellphone, and it will be followed with a big and long sighing....hufffh. I do know what does she think, everytime she does the ritual. Do you know why? Because she is me....me....huwaaaa huwaaaaaa. i feel like in AA's meeting, standing and saying, "Hi guys, i am nee, i am not realy a chili addict....huwaaaa."

The 10% of Our Life

Last Friday, in my sad time, i discussed somethin with one of my BFF in the office. We were discussing bout how life passes by with our age goes by and our un-ending fight with gravitation *pssst all women will face these phases hiks....,

On our free time after sharing two boxes of lunch of Nasi Campur - a traditional food from Java, a mixture of rice with all the dishes heap on the side - we were starting the discussion with her questions, the usual one, how did i able to make a great bond
with all of our clients in my job but not able to snatch one of them to be my lovely wedded hubby?

In which before i started open my big mouth, she launched bout her friends' stories. How her friends have a strong believe to life as you can. That somehow i do agree to some extents. Never ask a gift from a horse's mouth, thats what i also agree. Though at this time of era, where can i find a horse if not in a farming area???? Sheeeeeeesh sowiiiii for straying from the topic.

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Come back to her stories, one of her friends told her to take 10% of our live to make ourself happy. Just to make us happy. Just being selfish for ourself. How right is it? To make it sure that ourself is happy, content and secure. Not doin anyone's bide. not act to the sound of others' whistle. Just enjoy what you like. Only 10% of our live's spams.

I wish all people apply those understandings in their lives to redemp any possibility of getting a mental breakdown that in the end will cater you to a white jacket....euuuuuuy Allah forbids.

I am having my luxurious time in wishing my countrymen not to be so prudish and more free with themselves. I mean, if we dont break any rules of religions, beliefs, norms, culture and society, why not? Dont have any qualm in jumping into the "10% of our fun" beibaaaah.

It will realy make the world a better world...amen.

My Strawberry Shrubs

Here we go beibs, i am going to launch a big secret that is not supposed to be revealed. Its related to my brain, the sacred brain of nee.

But the main question will be, "Does nee have a brain at all?" ROTFLOL....

Basicaly when The Big Guy created all human kind, HE did put a lil whitey brain inside my skull. I do believe HE even asked me do i want to have a bigger memory and storage or not? In meek voice, i do remember , i said "Yes, puhleazzz."

But in the long run, after the creation process, from Heaven to this Earth, the memory and storage of the brains are shrinking and pruning ready to burst.

And after 36 years of living, my grey's cells (*Sherlock Holmes) were starting to give me a red alert that actualy i dont have a brain huwaaaa huwaaaaa. It was occupied with many monkeys played drums in a space of my brain. No wonder i get a lot of problems in life of scholars, not that i am considering myself as one of them, mind you. Seeing these facts, i said to my Baby, to trade-in my head, but since he was sooooo worry if i took a head of cat to trade-in my monkeys, he said vehemently,

"Sweetheart, dont you dare to replace your lovely head with a head of a cat! Find another thing, puhleass, just leave the head intact."

Following his suggestion, i just traded-in my monkeys with some strawberry shrubs. And do you know what? Now I can write STRAWBERRY perfectly....yipppee. And....strawberry is written with DOUBLE R beibs.

From Last Night....

Yesterday was started with 2 big things that make my lil tinny winny brain ponder them a lot. Ouch....ouch i did promise you bout a story of my brain ya? Not that all of you care bout it, but i do insist since Promise Given Is Promise Taken.....sheeeesh womaaaaan, stop fidgeting to tell the story.

Well lemme start it than. Once upon a time....euuuuy wrong starter hehehehe. Seriously, please somebody cracks open my skull puhleaaaaaz to see my brainless organ LMAO.

Okay....okay....enough folks...dont get your dander up. Its never good for your blood presure or heart *wink-wink* yesterday i started my day as usual, turned on my chatting to talk with my Baby, suddenly one of my friends dropped by on my screen. At first he was greeting me with all the pleasantries, but in the end, the most horrible questions ever created;

"Why you dont get wary with your single status??? And why you dont try to find someone?"

He started to preach on me with his ways. Do not get me wrong, for me to be advised or preached bout from all kinds, ages, ethnics, or religions are very much acceptable. The only thing that tick me is the way to state the views. Are they letting it known as nice as it is or not.

But in this case, he was trashing and condemning my way.

And in the evening, i closed the day with un-answerable question, still related with my way of thinkings.

Well mayhap or definitely i dont want to repeat yesterday experience again. It left me out with bitter taste in knowing that my abilities to discuss like an adult is still not good enough. In my believe, never come in any discussion with emotion, and i am not able to do it yet. I am still learning to be a better one.

Why?

Why?
People can do those things.
When other things are better.
Why?
While smilling and singing are nicer.
Be a happy harpy nee, rather than feeling so down.

One Day

One day, i will have a strength to face these demons in mine.
One day, i will move forward from my pains, one step at a time.
One day, i will get my muse to build my Taj Mahal...my presentation of love to people in my life.......
But, just not today, just not today....
I promise you, even if i'll die in trying to make those happens i will. Just bear with me.

Relationship

I have known my friends in the office since the first day of my working. We have shared everything,from loosing a boyfriend, being rejected by someone, being stabbed by someone close by, loosing babies, realizing no chance in having babies, being left by a father and many other trivial and menial things also. In all those things, we always stick together to see it through. But now, when i am the one in the end of the receiver, to get a help, to get a lifebuoy....hmmm its damn difficult. Its humbling me, to show how "poorly" is my condition. How nee is on the edge of the edges.

Actually, the knowledge that i need all the supports and helps from others, are not something new for me. But opening up to others and showing your vulnerable side, arghhhhhh......believe me, its so embarrassing, since it means *in my lil head* that i am such a creep.

Funny how today, all those things that i have in mind, do not matter anymore. Seeing first hands, how my friends and family try to be persistent in their decisions, while i try to avoid it, finally make me tired.....for the love of all; my Nanny, family, best friends, me, and my Baby....i will go to find a help. I will try to make it through....with the bless of ALLAH Subhana Wa Ta Allah.