When I started dating Azman I was 19 years old. When we went out for eating, the waiters sometimes addressed me as Kak out of courtesy and respect and I used to like playing annoyed with such salutation.
Last week we had McD and the teeny weeny cashier girl asked

“Kak, would you like to have a sundae with that?”

I declined politely and when the girl turned around, Azman gave me a teasing smirk

“Aren’t you gonna tell her not to call you Kak? Hehehe!”

I told Azman lets not fret that I indeed qualified to be called Kak by her; she was just a mere school leaver.
But really, he made me realize that I had forgotten to be irritated when labeled an older chic. How in the world can I forgot to be annoyed at that?
Diyana going through her daily life without getting aggravated at something is like PakDollah going through his routine without attending glamorous star-studded parties and events – not right!!
The thought that I have subconsciously submitted to be called Kakak is dispensing a melancholic feeling inside my gut. Does this mean that I have blended naturally into the world of akak-akak? Haven’t my daily replacing of Plankton in his duet with Spongebob in The FUN Song preserved my conceit of never to be called kakak by anybody over PMR-taking age?
I am aware that the transition from a spunky youth to a mature woman is something unnatural to avoid but the fact that I am okay about people calling me kak is definitely not ok. Just what happened to my conscience? I hope it will stop being so freaking calm and start making me agitated again!

I just don’t wanna end up aging gracefully! Please! Who would want that?

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Azman asks which section in the newspaper that I read everyday.

He thinks I am turning stupid.

If I do not know why Alan Curbishley is so happy, that doesn’t make me stupid.
If I don’t know who is Alan Curbishley I am still not stupid.

I can be called stupid when I am the prime minister and
I present award to bollywood artist ok?! Then you can call me stupid.

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If what they say is true; we are what we eat then I must be a chicken. The amalgamations of the body tissues that build my 168cm tall 50kg weight frame (I’ll get to the weight part nanti) are supported by chicken protein.

I think if I can put together all the food I have consumed in my whole life they are made of approximately 70% chicken, 10% other food and 20% chicken flavored other food. I must have chicken everyday.

Since I met Azman he has introduced me to finger licking good delicacies that I used to find disgusting like lamb and cockles. He also introduced me to Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam (Pantai Dalam Roasted Chicken).

Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam sangat sedap. Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam is very delicious.Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam krongkrengkrongkrengkrongkreng***.

*** Javanese – sangat sedap

The restaurant is situated at Pantai Dalam and a whole roasted chicken costs RM14.They don’t sell half of the chicken they only sell whole chicken serve with my fave ulam daun selom and Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam adalah sangat sedap! I don’t know how else to describe the mouth watering, juicy flesh, crispy skin, marinated in spices chicken roasted to perfection with sweet and spicy chili dip. Ayam Golek Pantai Dalam Sangat Sedap!

Today we had Japanese for dinner at Kampachi Restaurant at Equatorial Hotel Bangi. I am wimpy,I had tempura. Azman is more fear-factory than me he had sashimi. The food was good but I wish the fried eggplant, squash, squid, prawn and wasabi is chicken flavored. Thanks Sayang for the great dinner! Muah Muah Muah!

Tempura

Sashimi

Japanese appetizer

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