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Tuesday, July 29, 2008 *5:15 AM

MIL? DIL?

umore:toungue-tied.

70 percent of DIL say that her MIL is a nuisance in her family. Based on what i've listen and share the sorrowness together, it makes me scared in life marriage. Especially one roof with MIL. God, how can she accept a DIL who cant cook, cant sew clothes and cant brew coffee or tea like me? (i knew it was simple, but i hate those smell. Yucks.) For what i care, i knew something much more better than that. =) It was called, phobia when MIL ask you to cook something for her. How can i handle the stove? Im pamper with mum's and brother's cooking ok. Shall i reconsider a chef for my lifetime partner? By hook or crook, by mountain to iceberg, by 5 years to 10 years, i die die wanna look out for MALE C-H-E-F for my entire life. Imagine one roof with your MIL. Just imagine that!
If your MIL is so super nice to you, then it should be fine. Eg: 'My greatest DIL, please bear more children cos i love being a grandparents'. This one, i shall not reconsider. 'Sayang, lets do it till we get it.' Straight away to bed! If your MIL is that nasty type. Eg: 'I want BeefSteak for dinner. And dont forget to hang the clothes. If CikTipah called say in not at home. And if your husband reach home, tell him that i want more money, and tell him that bracelet from GoldenChance it 2K, and dont forget to mop the floor!'. WahPiang, DIE man. Im your chef, maid, receptionist and a messenger ah? AAAARGHHH! Taknak! Taknak! Taknak! That kind of MIL mintak kene 'tapak bintang lima hinggap kat muke.'

Like what my good friend told me, 'Nak kawen carik yang ANAK YATIM, senang hidop kau nyah.' HAAA. True, very true.
Translate: 'If you wanna marry a man, please find someone who is Orphan.'

Ni semua KathyJah nye pasal laa. Bobual pasal MIL. SEOW. Anyways, KathyJah 'pelan-pelan kayuh eh, dengan MIL kau ok.' MWAHAHAAA.

Remember what i say. O-R-P-H-A-N!

Btw, you remember that hot list of hunks that i love?
*drools over self*

Enrique Iglesias.
Taufik Batisah.
Columbus Short.
Amaury Nolasco.

HOT BODIES! SAPAU giler! *winks.*

psst: no more FooFighters, Big me. And now DANGDUT, aiyola aiyo la.

there's never a right time to say goodbye.