Must Be My Eyes
It's gloomy right?
But I've looked out of the window
And it doesn't seem to be raining.
It's gloomy right?
But I've looked out of the window
And it doesn't seem to be raining.
Who's on a 3 months holiday at the moment and enjoying every minute of it?
Me!
:D
The silliest thing happened the other day.
I was watching a ghost movie.
And at this particular scene, a psycho-man who supposedly can see dead people told this lady that her phone will ring.
And it did.
No, wait.
My phone rang
At the exact moment, my phone had to sing its heart out.
(Guess it's my fault for not silencing it)
Thank God I was sitting on the far side of the cinema.
People couldn't throw stale popcorn at me.
Moving on.
Now who has an 'other world'? Another life?
The one where you get an alter ego.
So that you get to live the life you want the way you want it?
Let's just say you do have one.
And suddenly, it turns out to be NOT as perfect as you've expected.
What would you do?
Create a new 'world'?
Brave it like you're doing with your real life and be miserable with both lives?
I am... at lost.
Of an answer.
Help.
On the other hand, I have been fulfilling my food list for the summer.
Let's see.
Japanese food: check
KFC: check
Beef BBQ: check
Gain 10kgs: ...uh....
Unfortunately, that's a check
*sighs at flabs on tummy*
But anyways, I am enjoying myself.
Are you?
:)
You know you're on holiday when:
What's the word for it?
Oh, yeah.
Bliss.
Guilty eating.
Know that?
No, not when you're pressured by your friend to eat her homemade stew.
It's when you eat something so good; so oily, so salty and so sweet.
So deliciously sinful.
After the whole 'Puasa Walker' thinghy, I've been cutting my chips intake.
Till the other day.
A buy 1, free 1 kind of thing.
Never heard of the brand, but the sudden internal 'I want~' growled and I bought it.
Maaaan, it was so good.
One bite and the whole pack's gone.
The guilt came 2 minutes after I licked the bag clean.
The 'My waist just expanded 2 inches and my cheeks are officially chipmunk-ed again' kind of guilt.
Eurgh.
Wonder how this is gonna work when I go back home and finish off Lays all by myself.
Pushing all that aside, let's focus on the more wonderful things.
Like this:
Who's the adorable guy half-hidden in his futon? :D
Have a nice day!
*retreats under duvet*
Tiger Balm.
It's the ointment.
The one that acts like an ice cold pack stapled to you stomach, the one that pushes all that angin out and the one that helps you sleep at night.
My saviour.
Trust me, Tiger Balm is the ointment.
Thank you, God for letting Raz have it.
I'm only partially updating my friendster.
Will be posting many pictures after my results come out.
Atas sebab....
...well.
I'm lazy.
:D
You know how at one point of your life, you understand what it takes to be acceptable.
By pretending.
Yup.
Taking a role of someone who will please the group of people you're entertaining at the moment.
For example:
You relatives arrive.
Poof: change into that timid, shy, high-achiever but very humble person that makes good (although packaged) tea.
Cool kids of the school notices you.
Poof: change into this slouching person with a 'I'm-cool-as-well' aura, nods and say "wassup"
Things like that.
I mean.
This is normal.
Everybody does it.
The huge flaw?
One way or another you will look bad on the other side, the other group of people.
Let's try a quiz.
You walk down your hallway and a group of people is at the side talking.
Do you...
A. Say 'hey~', smile and chat along with them.
B. Give a small smile, nods and continue walking
C. Stares at your shoes, pretending you can't see them and walk on through?
If you had answered A:
You are friendly and approachable. Congratulations. But the other bunch of people (at the moment hidden from view) will consider you a slut. They'll be all... "Tau tak minah tu menyebuk je... invading privacy... nak sume orang suke die."
If you had answered B:
You are independent. Congratulations. One side will think (but not admit) that it's cool you look all important and had to rush off doing.... well, some important thing.
The other side will say, "Eeee, menyampah betul aku, ingat die tu hebat sangat ke? High standard la konon, sampai tak leh borak ngan kitaorang."
If you had answered C:
You're.... uh, humble? Congrats. One group will shout that you're sombong. Another will go thinking how nice and proper you are for acting like some perempuan melayu terakhir.
What I'm rambling about here is that,
no matter what your actions are, there's always that other side...
....talking behind your back, frowning at your actions.
So the real question is:
Do you...
A. Pick one side, at well on that and ignore the other?
And be called unfriendly.
B. Pick all side and try to please every side, every single time?
And be call a hypocrite?
On another note,
Amir belanja-ed me and Melissa at the Pizza Hut Buffet today.
I wish I had stuffed myself silly with all that pizza, pasta and salad.
But my tummy grumbled halfway through.
Had to rush back to Floyer.
And go to the bathroom.
:(
I ate a bowl of maggi.
And a chunk of my hair fell out.
....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH~
....am I that old already?
I started my day disgust:
There's a used plaster in my shower compartment.
Dekat tempat letak your shampoo and stuff tu.
And because the stall is like really, really small.
Plus I'm tall.
The plaster is about 2 inches from my nose.
Eurgh.
To make up for the horrid morning, someone asked if I'm Japanese.
*pleased*
YES I AM, ARE YOU FROM JAPAN? DO YOU KNOW NINO!?!!?
Had dessert over at Iman's with her, Amir, Apip and Terry.
Obviously I pressed him about the finals.
The conversation went as so:
Terry: You guys got the list (anatomy structures to remember), right?
Me: Eh?!?!! NO! Kan amir, kan? *pleased that I wouldn't have to hafal the whole anatomy bok*
Terry: Oh. Got list one.
Me: Really, that makes things easier
Terry: Not really. Got about 100+ things on the list
Me: *pengsan*
Anyone got a recipe to cook the book so that I could just eat it?
I watched a Japanese show. (yes, lazy-mode fully switched on here)
It was about one of their governors or something.
Something struck me odd.
The governor was so bongkok.
Like really, hunchback-like tau.
It's because he keeps bowing down at everyone.
Him. The governor. Yang bow to people. To commoners.
...
*speechless*
Laziness surrounds me, seeps into my lungs, runs in my blood, settles in all the fat in my body (ade banyak plak tu), passes my blood-brain-barrier and finally overrules my mind.
It commands me to relieve myself from all of my responsibility.
And just crawl back under my duvet.
To sleep.
-escape-
I've been back for at least 4 days and I'm just about to write about my 10-days-hols at Ireland + Romania.
Yes. Well. Blame Arome for coming to London with her 500gb external disc filled with Japanese goodies.
*dilated pupils*
Anyways.
Dragged Amir and Melissa all over Ireland and was lead by Terry and his friend, Marcel in Romania.
Top 10 highlights:
10. Free accommodation in Ireland. Thanks to Melissa and her vast connections. Heh. I'm hopeless~
9. Met my cousin at Galway. Actually, I had no idea he was there. *peluh besar*
My mom will be pleased to find out he has gotten thinner though I doubt
she'll like the reason ;p
8. We were stuffed with cookies, breakfast bars and fruits by wonderful Gurvin, Lim Zhi and Jo Lin. It's nice to be guests.
7. I touched a goat! No wait, I petted a goat~
6. Managed to skim through 'Kite-Runner' at Adilah's. It's been awhile since I've read books like that; superbly touching. *plans to cilok Amir's one later on*
5. Found a bread named 'Saratelle' :D
4. Playing cards every night at Romania. Who knew Bridge was such fun and
Amir's hand is so big~
3. Got a nice room at Romania complete with bathroom, heater + air-con and a TV with local and english channels (which apparently changes to porno shows after midnight)
2. Doing the 'Chak-chak-chak' in the middle of the (slightly) deserted Train Station. You wouldn't believe how 20 year-olds would still enjoy doing this.
1. Spending my first 10 days of Easter Holidays with Shat, Melissa and Amir.
I had a horror attack when I:
10. Found out that a text message costs like 50p. *cries watching my 13pounds credit reduce to 18pence*
9. Nearly left my camera on the bus. (REALLY, nearly had a heart attack imagining my dad's face if I told him I lost the camera he bought me yang sangat mahal itu)
8. Received the 'emo blow' from Amir due to miscommunication about the bus to the airport. Urgh, trust me everyone... you do NOT want to be the one yang kene marah by Amir.
7. Realized that I had only about 4 hours to re-pack, eat, check my email, stare at Nino (rindu betul saya!) and sleep before going to Romania and go traveling all over again~
6. We were scolded by the Politia (police?) for taking pictures. Eek. Dahlah the city was practically swarmed by them.
5. The bread that share my name (sorta), 'Saratelle' wasn't as nice as another bread, Dolce.
4. Found bacon on my pasta *pengsan nampak meat-ish thinghys in my carbonara*
3. Heard a consistent loud banging sounds while playing cards. Shat was thinking about murderers, my mind was all bout Draculas and the supernatural. Not sure what Amir was thinking; might've been involved a bed ;P and Melissa, well, I think all Melissa was thinking at the moment was to take a bath.
2. Terry's hair did the porcupine-like action when we were tricked into paying 100leu to the cabby. Seriously, like Shat nicely put it; it mengembang dengan garangnye. (Thank God Terry never reads my blog)
1. Realized that my 10-days holidays were over (T_T)
So there it is; our 10-days hols filled with bus trips, tumpang-ing rumah orang, eating fish and chips, enduring the horror winds in Ireland, stuffing ourselves with bread in Romania, putting an 'a' after each word to sound like the locals, snuggling each other, laughing over the smallest things, constantly mimic Terry and taking loads of pictures.
Ah yes. I also manage d to paparazzi a couple of doggy pictures:
Ok, the last one is not a dog. Just wanted to put the macho leopard here :D
Me; doing what I liiike~
Eek, can't belive I took like 700 pictures~
Ah well, holiday is now officially over... back to studying for finals!
*sighs while opening a book*
...maybe I should start on Monday?
:D
What can get me out of my warm and comfy bed into the cold, wet street of London?
Coffee.
And Milk.
I'm addicted to both of them.
Not drank together, apart.
Weird?
Naah.
I used to like eating tuna and honey on a bread.
Together.
Heh.
The other day my professor thought I'm Elaine.
She thought I'm a chinese girl called Elaine.
Me.
Wearing a bright pink tudung with a face of pure Malay-ness (agak la~)
Heh?
The marking system is so that everytime you get one wrong you'll be deducted for trying to guess the right answer.
It's like negative marking (penalty for a wrong answer) except apparently there's a certain percentage.
So like, the more salah you make, the more they'll deduct.
Doesn't this go against everything we've learnt in TOK.
How the heck does the computer know we're guessing?
How can a machine know that?
Is this another conspiracy to try and deduct our marks?
Heh!
Okay, enough with the hehs.
Spilling over thoughts threading in and out of my head.
Gnite.
Had clinics at the lab filled with computers and phantom heads.
It's so cool!
(ick, why does that ayat sounds so... teenager-ish?)
Anyways, I was mesmerized by the handpieces and the foot paddle when the lecturer said this:
"Now it's very important to make sure you locked in the scaling brush.
Or not, it might fall off while you're treating the patient.
If you're lucky it'll enter the GIT and all you have to do is search the patient's stool. (eww, gali through all the taik?)
If you're slightly lucky, it'll end up in the trachea and obstruct the airways.
The patient would then have to do a major surgery and will end up with a huge scar at their back
If you're not lucky, the surgery might fail..."
I CAN ACTUALLY KILL MY PATIENTS WHILE I TREAT THEM??
*stunned, horrified and scared all at once*
Pushing that aside, I saw the coolest thing ever at the tubey station yesterday.
(ignore the teen in me that keeps saying 'cool!')
I saw a blind man being led by his gorgeous, light brown dog.
The dog's so clever- it led the man up the stairs and kept nosing him to hold the railing. He even waited at each step so that the man could keep up (and pat him lovingly).
I was so amazed at this, serious.
I stared (way too openly) as they went up the stairs slowly.
Then, just as they're about to reach the top:
The dog turned around, looked at me...
....and he gave me this doggy-like grin with a 'i'm-so-macho' twinkle in its eyes.
SERIOUS!
I was cutting my banana to add to my cereal this morning.
Suddenly.
The knife fell.
Missed my foot for about an inch.
.....
All i can say is...
...God, thank you!
Like my Pak Hassan (PJ teacher in Langkawi that goes 'PANJANG, CEPAT SIKIT') always say:
'Life's like a wheel. Sometimes you're on the upper part and sometimes you're on the downward part'
Doesn't make sense?
Yeah, i know. Tried to explain it verbally once and everybody around the table gave me blank stares.
Let me explain:
Down: Poop-ed by a nasty bird while walking down that same road.
Down: Lost the whole tournament.
Up: At least I didn't sprain my ankle like poor Iphin.
Up: Watching Melissa make her first Cheesecake dedicatedly and successfully.
Adv: Melissa made the nicest cheesecake :)
Well, that's what I meant by the wheel thing.
Anyone else ever experienced it?
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