Pancakes & Steaks

For someone who has been craving for hot pancakes and maple syrup, this is good.
I've been having intense food craving session lately.
I dreamed about pancakes right before I go to sleep the other day.
Right before dinner on Thursday, I craved for cheese tart.
Before all that, it was Kinder Bueno white.
All of these are kinda easy to look for, the hard ones are like when I want steak, aglio olio spagetti and fajitas.

Alright, I gotta start saving now and eat cheap food like Nasi Goreng Kampung everyday,
if I want to go eat Pancakes with Golden Syrup with someone ;)

They just know.

No one knows what goes inside your head,
even when you try to explain it
using the most simplest word,
using a gazillion words,
using pictures,
using signals,
using colours to describe them,
using what ever language you can ever think of, or
using anything for that matter

but,

to find a person that knows what actually is in your little brain, would be awesome eh?
And that person is not your own mother, of course.
Just that one person who can tell you what you are thinking, without having to guess because they know.

They just know.

Quick Updates

What goes on in a life of a student?

I say, we study, study and study.
Is all that we should do?
I know that's what I have been doing for the past 3 weeks, non stop ( more or less )
I am doing all of this, with the concrete idea that everything is for the future use.
I am letting go my social life, for a while until the final ends.
Well, I am still up for mamak for a short hang out (still dah lama tak buat)
I miss going to the malls without having any time constraint.
I miss my nap time.
I miss reading some nice story books.
I miss having all the spare time in the world.

I just miss ME TIME ''-"

Ada test esok.

We create conversations every single day. Most of them are just some little small talks, some of them are real meaningful dialogues and some are just chats created to fill up gaps in between time. To talk when the lecturer is talking is the best time. That is when everything keeps on flowing like some significant agenda that can’t be kept till it’s the end of the class. To have pillow talk before you go to sleep is like pouring your heart out in your poor little diary and the outcome of it is just so satisfying and it brings tranquility before you go to sleep ( but sometimes it depends on the person that you are talking to) . To talk in the car while driving with your friends is just one of the things that will you miss when you sit in the car alone, driving to an unknown place. To talk with your parents, about serious matter is like taking a step ahead in your adulthood and it brings you comfort at the same time. Most of the time when you talk, you just simply forget what you just said. But some of the simple usual conversations will get stuck in your head for a while for several reasons.

I had plenty of simple conversations that I can't forget but one of the simplest one is with my dear friend, Izzah. She BBM-ed me, asking me if I was free for a late hangout, but I had to decline since my parents were in town. I said casually, " Sorry babe. Can't make it. My parents are around this weekend. Really sorry, " and all she said was " Don't be. Its okay,"

Oh well, maybe you get it, or maybe you don't. I said sorry, and she simply said don't be. A short reply but I think she meant it, sincerely. True enough, it's like don't be sorry for the things that you can't alter, for the things that you can't change. The subject of Sorry has been in my blogs countless times and for this is not one of THAT kind of sorry.

I have a test on Capital Structure and Adjusted Present Value for my management accounting paper. It's a mixture of calculation and reading. I adore the calculation, I despise the reading part. I wish I can say Sorry to my Lecturer for not studying hard enough for her paper. Pfttt, you guys don't know my Management Accounting lecturer. Do you know my mom, Mak Noni? teacher Noni? They are from the same breed. Haha.

I like to talk. No doubt. But I don't like failing. Okay lah, I miss blogging. That's all. Bye. Buku panggil. Tebayang bayang muka lecturer MAF tu. Ish ish ish dan ish.

Again.

It is raining heavily outside, and yet, it is so hot and heaty inside.

Today is just one of the days that I woke up late but still able to make it on time to my morning class,

got out of class late but still made it on time to reach home on time for my lunch nap,

woke up late from my lunch nap but still made it on time for my evening class,

and

everything just fits perfectly but I feel something missing.

Like there is a reason for me not to smile widely,

like there is a reason for me not to laugh whole-heartedly,

like there is a reason for me not to eat fully,

like there is a reason for me not to think righteously,

My instinct is one of those things that doesn't betray me, nor lie to me. Just that sometimes, it can exaggerate things, a bit.

But for today, my instinct tells me not to go eat at Restoran Nasi Lemak Cinta Sayang again.

Nerve wrecking.

To flip a new book is hard but to be able to attempt is actually good enough.

One thing is already complicated, why make it more complicated?

If only I can untangle it, I would.

If only I have the courage to do it, I would.

If only I have the guts and nerves to do it, I would.

I caught you staring at me, and you caught me staring back.

Hello everyone.
I am home.
Home as in the one and only home that I've got, Alostar.
Ampang is home, second home.
Shah Alam is yet to be inserted into those category.

Everyone kept on asking why am I home and I can't find a way to explain that tomorrow is a holiday that my class rep asked for all of us to balik kampung since we had only one class tomorrow because another one got cancelled and our kind lecturer actually fell for it. Thus, here I am. Sitting in the dining hall, typing about pretty much nothing. Oh yes, now I remember what I wanted to say. To those who will taking the bus to balik kampung and stuff, PLEASE JANGAN AMBIK BAS KONSORTIUM BAS EXPRESS. Tak express langsung! Imagine, I sat in the bus, alone with no music cause I forgot both the laptop's earphone and my phone's earphone. 7 hours solid with no music except the sound of the roaring engine. 7 hours solid, solely for sleep ;)

Anyway, my brother said I came back at the wrong timing since all the Mat Rempit is having their annual mat rempit event. Aliyah said it is some sort like Hari Mat Rempit Berdaftar. I thought she was kidding, until I saw the road. They made a track for the Mat Rempit to race, with sponges and all so that kalau jatuh ke langgar tepi tepi tu, Mat Rempit tu tak sakit. PFTTTTTTT!! I thought she was making a joke, until I saw it with my own eyes. Euwww, mat rempit. No offense but again, euwww, mat remps.

My blog is turning into a blog that writes about my rentetan hidup. I don't fancy it much. Much.

It.

Your mom will forgive you.
Why?
Because she is a mom.

My Name is Khan.

That's my fave line, right there.

So Called Serious Friendship

March2010, The Second week, will be marked as a very weird week for me. More like a week full of bad luck. I am not even kidding but from how I see it, I'll regard it as an interesting week. Firstly, I woke up that Tuesday morning , didn't feel like P. Diddy though. Haha. I took a shower and got ready for class at Kenanga. FYI, I hate classes in Kenanga cause it is certainly uncertain these days whether you can park at the normal senget parking lot near PI or not. So, I was looking at all my perfume bottles and I think I took the wrong bottle. I rarely wore my Live by JLo perfume to class because the smell is a bit too strong for educational purposes. Hehe but right after I sprayed it on me, that's when my day took a wrong turn. It turned left instead of right. I know I am being ridiculous but this is the unsystematic risk that I took. HAHA. The clock showed 7.50am, and so I rushed down to the car and started the engine. Lzr was in her car, in front of me. We started chit chatting and I was gathering up all the trash in my car and was heading towards the trash bin when I suddenly stepped on something slimey, soft and yucky. More like I sodok those slimey things.


I turned dramatically and that's when I saw what I saw, TAIK HANJING! Lzr started all the euwwww euwww euwwww but I had to be persistent and I continued walking towards the trash bin and of course, I had those poops attached to my left foot all along. Then suddenly, I saw the dog passed by. I feel like hugging the dog and say THANK YOU CUTEYY! YOU SUCK! The thing is, this whole event should have pissed me off as it was a major gross turn off early in the morning but since I have funny funny housemates, it turned out to be a joke. The only body part that was affected by those shits was left foot. FOOT but they refused to even touch my hand. I DON'T SEE THE CONNECTION HERE PEOPLE. Tangan, kaki, lain okayyy. Haha, anyway, I took Cibi's water and washed it off. Then I called mom to tell her all about it and all she said was, ' Laaaa, samak je laaa. Abes citer kannnnn" True laa but like euwwwww, hahaha. I did samak it, in Kenanga and I started telling the whole class about it, and everyone's reaction was the same. HAHAHA. That was superly funny.

But......

My day did not just stop there. The bad luck was contagious for the whole day and it continued for a whole week! Haha.
A few hours later, Sharifah's car was clamped. Then, my car broke down in the middle of the road under the blazing sun, in Padang Kawad. Okayla, not necessarily broke down, but more like I didn't feel up the gas. HAHAHA. Mind you, it happened twice! Not once but twice ;) So much for having a credit card to fill up the gas, I still don't understand the red ferrari pudar. I can't predict you sometimes. But thanks to those who helped. Hehe. I will be more careful the next time.

Other things, work loads keep on piling up non stop since the semester is heading to its end. No point of complaining though. Haha. Okay, this semester takdela semangat sangat nak belajar cam berkobar kobar tiap2 malam pegang buku but at least, better, much much better than last semester. At least, I know a lot of things, in terms of studies. Much much more stable. Alhamdulillah.

ps : I still blame the perfume for all the bad luck. LOL

A rare species,

So many thing to say, with so little time to spare for this blogging session. Let's start with exciting things in my mind.

1. I can't stop bragging about My Name is Khan. I LOVE THAT MOVIE but sadly to say, I watched it on the laptop and not the cinema. I WILL TRY TO GO AND CATCH IT AT THE CINEMA WHILE IT IS STILL SHOWING. I CAN TELL YOU ONE THING, IT IS THAAAATT GOOD. I think the it should at least be nominated for an Oscar or something. For me, it gave me that effect. THAT EFFECT. With all the capital letter, feels like I am shouting my lungs out, sorry. Hehe. This is a movie that made me cry. How about that? Coz I don't even cry watching One Tree Hill. My Name is Khan hit you right inside, deep deep inside.

2. I think I found the feeling that makes me want to really study again. REALLY. I kept thinking about how about how demotivated I was last semester and when I think back about the reason for it, I am sort of ashamed to admit that the reason was because of a boy. Yes, I am admitting it right now. But that was last year, and this is another year. I don't want to look back. No point of looking back. I should just hold on to the reason why I am motivated all along, before anything has happened. My parents. The reason for my existence. I should at least, make them happy. Satisfied. Proud. I let them down last semester. I don't want to repeat that again. It is heartbreaking when the reason behind it, is not concrete enough and never will be good enough.

3. This past few days, I think I learned a lot but the most significant value overall, BE THANKFUL, even for the smallest thing that you have. I know that this is cliche, but I think that this is the truth. You can perceive it anyway you want but at the end of the day, if you are not content with what YOU HAVE and not WHAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE, you will not be happy. People can make way for you, people can bow to you, people can treat you like a princess but at the end of the day, if you treat yourself like crap, then no one can save you from that. I am thankful for having this life but on top of everything, I am most thankful for having my parents as my parents. A set of balanced parents, cool and conservative.

4. Someone told me I am one of the rare species. I'd take that as a compliment.

5. Ma, if you are reading this. I am counting on it, Ma. I am hoping for our plan to come true.

ps : Though you made me go through hell, I can't seemed to find a tiny weeny bit of regret for being involved with you. You forced me to grow up.