Each day has a color, a smell.

This was the kack’s cradle, icky-poo’s bassinet. It was Death and Diarrhea, singing duet.

Begitu lah kadang2 bila kita terjun ke jurang kehidupan kita.Tidak ada yang bisa menemani kita,bahkan mereka yang mau mengorbankan hati mereka demi kebahagian kita,juga tidak.

Danger will come upon us when it will. We can't stop it. We can only try to be prepared. There's no point in looking ahead to that danger and suffering its effects even before it comes to us.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.