suGar and sPices.wiTh a dash of PePperMinT.

::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.

:)

::LaLaLaLa::

grrr.

formal education is soo overrated.

oh.and i could turn lesbian for norah jones.

abis cerita.

::sorry if i bore u but i'm bored::

i hate exams!!!!

-did i say that already??

i want to go home!!!!!

-oh, that's not news either.

and the runny nose is also very annoying.

-since when has it not been?

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//haih.i suddenly miss mak tok's margarine bun.
i have not thought about, or had these buns for a long time now and had even unknowingly forgotten about them.
but  as kids, the siblings and i always had them for breakfast.in fact, being the brats we were,we requested for the bread the moment we step our foots in mak tok's house.
and off to moh heng bak tok would went to buy all the needed stuff.
then mak tok would prepare the dough during the night,and bake them in the morning so that us kids would wake up to the smell of freshly baked buns.
and i tell you,the smell of the buns itself was enough to make us leave our beds and abandon whatever trace of dreams we had the night before, and the way those warm buns melt in our mouth,mmmmm...that's how childhood should taste like.
i have no idea when she stopped making them.or why.
but it is probably because we had them too often, and us kids got bored of it,-we always take things for granted don't we?-so mak tok started making other things for breakfast and the buns were soon forgotten and becomes a thing of the past.

-the last time i went back to simpang renggam, mak tok asked me what i wanted for breakfast and what i wanted to pack and bring back to shah alam.then,i really really had no idea what i wanted, so i just said nasi lemaklah mak tok, aunty zita nak nasi lemak kan tadi?

now, the next time i get that same question from mak tok, i will definitely answer, diah nak breakfast roti marjerin mak tok, yang mak tok selalu buat dulu.diah nak bawak balik shah alam sekali.boleh tak?-definitely without hesitation.

haida, ingat lagi tak roti mak tok??i want themm!!!~~~

maybe i should call mak tok and ask for the recipe.
or even better,go balik kampung and request for them buns!~ afterall, nothing beats mak tok made buns. :)

oh bugger.now i'm hungry.

//haih, macam-macam lah buddy ni.//

=P

::haih,sometimes i dont like myself.not one bit::

if you are familiar with enid blyton's stories, you will notice that in her stories, there are never a blurred line between good and bad.there, the line in between these two contradicting territories are always clear.always.if there is a world for deciding the actions we make,before we make those actions,the world there would be like a big white room with bold red line separating the good and the bad smacked right in the middle so one could ever miss it and there would be no such thing as 'i accidentally crossed over to the other side'.

haih.if only life could always be as simple as those stories-with good and bad being clear black and white with no grey region in between.if only.

and u know how sometimes, in enid blyton's story, there will be this character described as silly.as in 'silly boy', 'silly girl', or 'silly little pixie' or even 'silly little field mouse'.-not naughty, not bad, not mean, just plain old silly.

there's this silly girl whose name i can't recall in the Twin at St Clare series.and of course, the Malory Towers!and then there's the silly girl in 'Oh bother, my hair!'-one of the short stories under the ' The Little Toy Engine and other stories' if i remember correctly.and then there's the silly little pixie or fairy-i can't really remember which and from what short story.but i can bet my finger that it was one of enid blyton's.and what about the boy who was always running late?and the silly girl who brags about her beautiful dresses to her less well-to-do friend?and then the silly boy who didn't dare tell the truth in 'Hold The Nettle Correctly'-or something similar to that.and need i even mention the occasional silly characters from the infamous 'Famous Five' series?

i read a lot of enid blyton,a lot.in fact i was so caught with mdm blyton's work i didn't even find out about road dahl until i was about 13.pretty late huh?

The point is,as i grew up reading enid blyton a lot,at some point of my childhood it sinks in me that being a silly person is bound to get me into trouble just like the troubles those characters always ended up with.and as a little girl i've always said to myself, ok, don't you ever be a silly girl and don't do dare do silly things(i.e:day-dreaming too much, or always procrastinating, always clueless about things,.... whatever it is that can be classified as being silly).and as far as my childhood is concerned, i never was a silly kid.

so, how is it that i feel so silly now?at 20 years of age at that.

hadoyh.in fact i think if there was a story with the present me as one of the character in it, i wuld probably be that quintessential 'silly girl'-the one with the head always up in the air and the mind always somewhere else.

i mean it's ok if i'd rather spend time in my own head rather than hearing people complaining about the imperfectly done lab reports that would only contribute to about less than 1% of their exam marks,or about who's whose latest scandal or even about how much this and that person have studied for their upcoming exams and what they got for they previous test.grrrr.if i keep on hearing about these things and these things only from people around me i really can't blame myself for finding my head quite an interesting refuge can i?

but when i caught myself composing words,daydreaming about beaches,books, god knows what else, and even what top would look good with what during basic microbe then i really should feel silly kan??!

especially when a friend asked the simplest, really straight forward question and it still takes a while for me to answer.

and tu tak kire lagi the times where i procrastinate doing things i don't like and keep putting one thing off and put another thing off, and putting them off again until eventually everything accumulates and completely overwhelm me and then when i finally have no choice i would have to sort them out little by little, and feel very resentful about it because i have other things to do too and these things that i had accumulated takes a little more than a piece of my time and wrecks havoc to my supposedly carefully planned schedule.and then when everything is over, another thing that i find myself not liking will come by, and then another, and another, and the whole cycle begins again.and i know i have no one to blame but myself.

pffffttt. //+_+//!~

i know. i know.

and yes.i have told myself to change and i did, for a while at least, until i start too put off just one tiny thing for just a teeny weeny moment (teeny weeny as in my time-line!),and then i would go, "oh, screw it, this thing here looks boring too, and that thing there, which i have to submit in 3 months time looks more interesting, so why dont i do that first, and do this boring thing here, which i have to submit this weekend, and that thing there which i have to submit next week, later" and hey, whadya know, i've start procrastinating again.

but somehow, even with this cycle keeps repeating, everything almost always,almost always,manage to fall into place perfectly.as in, i almost always manage to get by,almost always manage to narrowly miss the deadline (sleepless night of course),or if i did miss the deadline, there would a handful of other students who missed the deadline too thus forcing the lecturer to extend it.now, these might explain the hangat2 tahi ayam effort to change kan?

....or maybe (or rather, hopefully) what i'm doing now..as in accumulating everything to the last minute is only of one of the methods of getting things done?

>_<

hee.ok.ok.

buddy.change!change or u're bound to get into trouble for this.

note to self: wake up!and stop procrastinating as in now!

well, wish me luck peeps.^_^

 

 

 

::sleep::

i love my sleep.

a good sleep is similar to a great,fulfilling,heavenly delicious meal.you can taste a good sleep like you can taste a good meal.

a good sleep will leave you feeling all warmed up inside.just like a good meal would.

that's how much i love my sleep.
and that's why..

i hate exams.

they deprive me of my sleep.

::Kadang-kadang::

i need to live in that glass box where i can see the outside world but the outside world can't see me.

just for a few days-i need to stay in touch with myself.or i'll go crazy.

::the song::

Quoting a character from Rebecca Well's divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood:

"Oh,Doll,the church is wrong.Despair is not the worst of cardinal sins.Jealousy is.It's more complex."


i think someone should take heed of this quote.and maybe NOT kill pierre on the way?

=)

::you!look at what i came across!~::

**taken from Collins Cobuild English Dictionary for Advanced Learners, Major New Edition.third edition 2001.**

smooth talking,
ADJ= silver tounged
A smooth-talking man talks very confidently in a way that is likely to persuade people, but may not be sincere or honest.
......the smooth talking conman has wrecked their lives.


hmmm.....what do you say?? ^_^

=P

::those who disses::

honey, if you could just judge people less harshly and accept the fact that not everyone thinks the way you do, and does things the way you deem acceptable, then maybe you would be less miserable.

because like it or not, let's face it.people varies.so does actions and reactions.and if what other people do does not harm anyone,themself included, and most of all you, why the need to be so harsh?

people are colourful and the world is beautiful that way.

and if you truly believe that you are right and what they do is wrong, what good are harsh words and invectives anyway?and why the need to humiliate those people?and why the great dislike for them?

why not befriend those people, get to know them, and try to change them subtlely and gradually for a change?this approach sounds more sincere doesn't it?

what's more,it shows the depth of your intelligence too,don't you think?