I was going to start writing Kitreena simple notes tonight – notes that I will slip into her lunch box tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and everyday after that. Found these two old old glow-in-the-dark pens and was going to write on the recycled black cover of a color pad. I had already found one of those Roses Are Red poems to be my first notes.
I did say those two glow-in-the-dark pens were very old, didn’t I? I can bet you a dollar to a vareniki that they are actually older than Kitreena. Hmmm… guess what? They don’t work no more. They don’t even glide. Forget about glowing!
I am off to look for my gold and silver marker pens. They are not older than Kitreena. They are older than me!
Questa è Enida 
My mom used to leave me notes.Like, “Jangan lupak siram pokok bunga, don’t wait until tengahari!” or “Don’t forget to rinse Mummy’s bra lam besen.Jangan tunggu berbau!”.Funny enough, I miss those notes.
I leave notes in the man’s ‘lunchbox’ ie. “Dude, I love you and you’re the best thing that happened in my life, but PLEASE for the love of God, do not mix senduk nasi and the sudu kari!!NEVER!Pantang datuknenekmoyang akuuuu”
You get the picture.Or in this case, the note XD
LOLOL!
And to hubby these days I would leave notes like, “Babe, could you please stop at Kedai Kak Kiah (nama timangan Kak Pokrovskiah) on your way home tonight and get me some of those Finnish milk. They are Finnished here at home too.”