Diary of My Brother

One of the few English books (or rather, the only English book) that my brother reads is Diary of a Wimpy Kid. And it's a really good book =D Funny, witty, dumb and also cute. They even made a movie out of this book, so that must be saying something right? Two movies. Out of a children's book!

Haha so I was reading one of the books just now, the latest installment, Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days. My brother was so enthusiastic about the book that he bought it in hard cover =.=

Tada! When I open the book, guess what I saw?

If you still don't get what I am talking about, my brother crossed out the author's name and written in his own name. Sometimes he can be really funny XD

Nothing much is happening with my life boring life now. Job searching isn't successful and... I dunno lah. It's hard.

That day we also had a mini family reunion. A pre-delivery celebration for my cousin. She made delicious laksa (had 1 1/2 bowls of it and I was bloated!) and made blueberry muffins which she let us tapao home =) Her secret to fluffy, soft and tastiest muffins ever? Use good qualify extra virgin olive oil (She uses Covatina). Usually when we bake muffin, we use normal cheap oil like sunflower and that's why our muffin isn't as delicious as hers.

Freshly baked muffins!

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