Ramblings of an Individual

It's like, so a sign

I've been abandoning my blog, email, facebook, bebo and all that.
This is due to my newest project which I will blab about later.
But today, something happen.
Which I must engrave it in my memory.
By writing in my blog. This is so pathetic.
Ah well.
Anyways, today, while I was walking down Oxford Street, dreaming of food and warmth:
I passed by a shop.
Called 'Nino's'
Oh..My...Gooooood~~~~~~~
Nino, as in, my Nino. The Nino. The Nino I want to marry.
This is the sign.
The sign that I should go to Japan and marry Nino.
*hums 'All I want for Christmas is... Nino'*

This is such a gedik post - bear with me Melissa & Amir
:)

Days after

Low motivation to do this blog due to the following reasons:

• Amir and Melissa is in Newcastle, so like who the heck else is reading my blog right?
• I'm visualizing (and salivating) at the thoughts of the foods Raziana, Afif, Khalid and Iman is preparing for me
• My body went into a full-attack of MALAS BERFIKIR

Aisyhh, ah well.
After exam:

1. We had a grand (really?) dinner
2. Played card. Learned Bridge. God, it was hard!
3. Went to Victoria Park. Kat blakang Pooley tu haa. It was really pretty but at the same time it was freaking cold. Our fingers and toes were numb and in pain.
4. Ate aloooot at Amir's
5. Freaked out at the single digit figure in my bank
6. Played around with Adobe. Started a picture on Melissa but don't have the heart to continue. She is nice, unlike Amir-who is not~
7. Slept. Like a log.

Err.. that's it.
Haaa? So unproductive. Ah well.
*dreams of upcoming dinner*

Post-Exam Traumas

In 4 hours, exam will be over.
Done with all the cramming over the week.
Done with trying to remember what the heck innervates sternocleidomastoid muscle.
Done with sleeping at odd hours and waking up at even odder hours.
Done with panicking cause I can't seem to remember what I just read for the past hour.

Exam was HORRID~
It was meccha hard T_T
*worries for my 40%*
My pen ran out when I tried to answer the first question...
......
.....
.....
I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!
People didn't want to borrow me their pens.
Why wasn't I destined to sit next to Amir or Melissa?

Can't Sleep

Judging on the title:
For those who know me...
...You'd know that I'm not going to talk about myself.
(Yeah right I can't sleep)
Met an Insomniac the other day.
Definitely raised my interest ne~
There's me: A Complete SleepyHead
And there's the other person: Who Can Barely Sleep.
It's like opposite worlds colliding!
(cliche huh? Ah well, too tired to think straight)

I wonder what it's like not to be able to sleep.
To not be able to close your eyes, drift peacefully into another realm and dream of wonderful, out-of-the-world dreams.
Because for me; sleeping is my obsession, my crave, my sinful pleasure.
Just the idea of going to sleep thrills me.
I like to think that at the end of a horrible day there's always somewhere else I can slip off to find better things.
Gomen ne to any insomniacs reading but I really enjoy sleeping!
:D
This post is made by a sleep-deprived (....maybe?) author who's guilty conscience is pressuring her to study for the upcoming exams instead of sleeping like what her heart's telling her to.

Received a fruit tart. Munched on it happily. Everyone, please bake me more tarts to retain my happiness~
Due to happy-induced tart, I will now praise the person who made it:
This dude knows how to cook, is smart, plays wicked sports, soft-spoken, NICE and very easy to talk to.
Will someone please grab him off the market....
....if he's still on it. Heh.

Back to Physiology... *sighs*

Notts Game

Ah yes.
The post.
After all that grumbling of not enough money and not enough players and how cold it'll be in Notts.
We finally went.
Yes, we (Me, Amir, Raz.... Melissa financial situation is too pitiful to even ask her to pay 16 pounds to join).

At 4.15am in morning: woke up, gulped milk and went up the bus.
In UK ne, we have to wear seat belts on the bus. Those kind that really, REALLY straps you down (like you have nowhere to run....).
Amir cooked Nasi Goreng (bless him). Ate a whole lot without sharing with Raz. Gomen! My stomach bukan nye ade conscience.
Apart from all the commotion while includes  Raziana's basi milk and Iman's oranges, we reached Notts.

And Oh my Gooooood~~~ It was freaking COLD!
The wind had no mercy on us... at all.
The sun shined... it shined all right but the haba.... tak sampai kat ktrong ne...
...Hiayshhh
Apart from all that, we dragged our butts on to the court and played silly netball. And gosh, it was really, really silly. Ah well... at least we won two games. DO NOT ASK HOW MANY WE LOST.
Ah yes, for future reminder: Never, ever be a referee... it's the most HATED job ever!

Apart from all that, we watched Terry played badminton...
... all I can say is...
....Waaaah!
Never judge a person until you've seen them play sport huh.

Thanks to kind JPA, didn't have money to buy food. Ate measly spoonfuls of Amir's nasi briyani n Raz's mee goreng. Slurped Cendol n telan sebiji strawberry.
Posting pictures of foods now cause I'm meccha hungry.

Went back safe and sound.
Immediately feel asleep as soon as my head reached the pillow.
Woke up the next morning with sore muscles, kebas buttocks but loads of pictures, met loads of people and now I have memories of My First Time in Notts.

Gomen~
My ignorance, forgot to mention Shat.
Shat claimed that she played because of me.
Love ya, Shat.
Had fun meeting u, hugging u (despite our waaay too much difference in height), chatting with u and hear u talk about your cik abang.
:)
U promised to cook for me once u come back to this cold, cold, cold place from sunny Malaysia
*thinks of burnt rice and black cakes*
hehehehe