suGar and sPices.wiTh a dash of PePperMinT.

::moving on::

yayy. i finally have a blogger account!~ ~hence:

http://onetwobucklemyshoes.blogspot.com/

::this is an unrequited love::

will you just look at her!!!!!!!
stuart weitzman, eiffel.kidskin leather lining and sole,
USD 455.0

sighhhh....

so.siapa nak derma kilat???!

:D

::The Jog::

Time goes by.so.slow-ly.for.those.who.waits.

true enuff...true enuff.

Like when i'm on the treadmill.

Hey, have you noticed how when you run on the beach or the park, or anywhere outside, you could run miles and miles before you even begin to feel tired,and how, on the treadmil you've only run a mile or two, just a mile or two but that feeling or fatigue is at its almost unbearable already?Really.

Well, i don't know about you,whether you actually feel that way.But i do.yeap,certainly.

The thing is. Whenever i run on the treadmill, all i could see is that same.whitewash.wall.and that black box of tv against it.Or whatever it is that is playing on the tv i guess, if i bother to turn it on,which,i usually wouldn't.

So there i would go on the treadmill,

running...

running.....

running......

Occasionally my eyes would fall on the treadmil's black conveyor belt,and i would see how my feet goes against it in a rhythmic thump.thump.thump.thump.admist the treadmill's engine sound,the music from the radio and the sound of my own breathing. and eventually I would become momentarily lost in them. In those sounds, i mean.

When the music from the radio is playing a fast paced song,  subconciously, so will my steps.-they would also become fast paced.

Sometimes,my mind would wander elsewhere and my thoughts are somplace else.and therefore,just for that brief moment, my feet would continue working on their own as if it was programmed.Just like yours would.

But even with all these.Even after doing all these, when my mind is brought back to where i am, because really, i can't let my mind wander too far can i?-jatuh dari treadmil nanti,padan muka.

anywayy,even after doing all those things i told you about, when i finally snap back from my oh-so-brief daydream and look at the timer on the treadmill,usually,only one and a half minutes or so would pass.and the distance counter? an embarassing increment of only 0.1 mile.

and that's when that feeling of tiredness seeps through my whole body.and it in turn, dampens my drive to continue running.

When i look at them,-that timer, and that distance counter, and what more, the calorie counter,that blardy calorie counter who always seem to stare back at me and says mockingly, "ha-ha, so far you've only burnt (insert amount of calories),the piece of cheese you ate had more calories in it!boo.hoo.hoo."-When i look at them, they kinda make me feel like i've been running forever.

Because they make me wait.

They make me wait for the minutes to pass,For the distance to increase.And for more calories to be burnt.

And waiting is agony guys. And you would want to end agony.So it's only natural that the body feels tired so fast,it's kinda like the body's protective mechanism- it wants to protect you from the agony, which is bad since it is,well, agonising. When the body feels tired,the ever pragmatic subconcious mind tells you stop running, and this is when you decide to stop running or not.If you do stop,the agony ends.Simple as that.

crap.i know. but make sense to me.

So hey, give me the park or the beach anytime. In fact,that sorry excuse for a jogging route in front of seroja would do just fine. Along with their scenery, sights of other joggers, and the distant sounds of birds chirping and that familiar and universal whopping and laughters of people playing footballs.

A jogging partner would be a huge plus.(aah,so this is where barb comes in.hee,aight barb? xP)-motivation people.motivation.

Whatever it is, spare me the agony of waiting that comes in the form of the timer, the distance counter and the calorie counter.Please.

Especially, the calorie counter.

:)

when all else fail.

when all else fail,all that is left for me to do is laugh that last sarcastic laugh.

and walk the opposite direction.

that's all i'd do.

yes.i won't even bother to curse.

i cannot think of one suitable title,that's how uncreative i am.just for the time being. :P

i had composed a post both full emotion and anger as well as a touch of obscene words.ok.maybe sprinkles of them.but in a twist of fate, i accidentally closed the blog's window without actually having the chance to save the post.thus, poof, there goes my most angst-y post yet.

anyhoo,since i've let it all out in the now-gone-forever-post,presently i have not the mood, nor the the anger or the same emotion left to compose a similar post,so i'll just settle with this thing i came across while i was surfing the net.

i actually found this essay somewhere else but i think it's better to just link it to its original site.

this is an open letter from Daniel Kaufman (who, after a google search click,i found,is an artist,comedian, and whadya knoe,the voice of the brittanica encyclopedia dog!~how uber-cool is that?!) to J.D Salinger.

Now, the reason i post (or paste, or, lagi precise-link.) this letter on my blog is not because i'm a fan of J.D Salinger, or because what i feel echoes what Daniel Kaufman might have felt.Because the truth is i'm not and i don't.

not really,i don't think so.

i mean,J.D Salinger's a legend and all but the only one of his works that i've ever read is The Catcher in the Rye and although it is a book that i'd return to from time to time where i'd read certain parts and chapters which i like, it is not a book which i would read over and over again from front to back-and the other way round,-just so i could soak all the words up and dissect them and see them in various different lights and angles and persperctive like i had with white oleander.(ok.i know for some of yous out there, comparing a classic like The Cather in the Rye with White Oleander is almost a sin.no offence okie.)and although i do feel like there should be more to The Cather in the Rye's ending than what we presently have,i had never really felt the urge to read more of J.D Salinger's work though now i do feel like i shouldn't miss out on his other works.

but anyway, what i had done is called digressing.

the point is,the reason i mention the letter here is because i really like this letter.

Just read it first.and then, don't you wish you could write like this guy can? I wish i could!

don't you wish you have that very same flair with words.His writing seems to indicate (at least to me) that he conveys what's on his mind onto the paper (or computer screen) effortlessly and from the look of it, brilliantly too!~

ok.so i won't comment more on why i like his writing style for fear of sounding foolish and very un-knowledgeable.but just read it ok.

but still,i wish i could write like that!

sigh,a girl can at least dream.

have you read that letter?

have you?

don't you think if you were J.D Sallinger you would've give in to his appeal by now.

then again, it must take a lot to make a man like J.D Salinger to give in to anything.

all the same,the letter is a very nice read no?

ok!i'll leave this rambling here~

my boyfriend reads harlequin novel.

and he somewhat claims it is because of its sweet language.

hm.

::luqman haziq::

i wanted to watch Babel badly,

but the little brother guards the tv unfailingly

-tuning in to his cartoons and silly shows daily.

Now, I have stood his brattiness for the entire holiday,

so i said that i've had enough,

and went on and marched towards him determindly.

winning the remote control at all cost is the purpose.

Then i noticed his eyes glued to the tv,

his face in some sort of an awed trance,

his small mouth was singing to ultraman tiga's theme song,

-it's in japanese too!

i went awww and my heart turned mellow,

and that ladies and gents, is how he got his way.

Again.

::i broke a mirror::

that's seven years of bad luck.

now let me see if i can pick all the pieces off the floor.

cause if my cat steps on it, that would only be the beginning of my bad luck.

and now, the internet connection is being veeery funny!i've  tried to post this a couple of times, but everytime i click the publish button, the dsl signal would go all crazy and the internet connection would go temporarily down.

oh right, i broke a mirror.

pfffft!!!

::that taboo subject::

Anais nin makes it sound all sensual and intriguing.
Physiology and anatomy is just.......
too much information.
they take the mysterious air out of everything.

seriously.

::rain,rain, go away;come again another day::

i was studying when it started to rain,
so off i went to shut the window,
patter,patter,patter,
the rain went as it crashes against the glass,
how it made me long for the bed!

 

i was still studying when it stops raining,
so off i went and opened the window,
-the air smelt of dewdrops and grasses;
and as i felt the cool breeze against my face,
it hits me that
i love the rain most when it stops too!

yeap, i definitely love the rain most when it stops.

:)