Krówka Pisze...

2011-02-12T23:48:00.000+01:00

There's no point in doing your best,

when whatever you do, it's been decided, that it's never going to be

good enough..

Why should I work hard

on something that's going to be

spitted on?

It's over.

xღxღ

a confession

2010-09-24T17:58:00.001+02:00

One of these days,

soon, if not sooner,

my actions will bear the consequence
that may bring regret for the rest of my life..

I realise now the mega error of my ways,
I hate the person I was becoming,
as I'm sure you do too.

It is imperative for me to change,
but I hope to have you by my side,
so you will witness a much more beautiful person than who I am now.

So,
Will you give me a chance to prove myself to you?
Will you stay?
You know I can do it,
you said so yourself I could,before.
I can be better!

Nevertheless, there are still fire of hurt and anger, upset and bitter disappointment,
but even so, never once that I doubt that we will ever falter,
because I believe we will grow stronger from the experience.
We are different, always will be, from the rest!

Still,
after all that has been said and done,

all I want to say is..

I am sorry and that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I LOVE YOU!

xღxღ

Fashion Trap

2010-07-21T17:13:00.004+02:00

Dear girlfriends,

I know the media has developed (re:brainwashed) our understanding of fashion by providing us with bucket load of information and advices in that magical world,

with the purpose of instilling the sense of good in you.

Now, this has led some of us into thinking that

being fashionable is necessary, which is not be such a bad thing

since there's no harm in looking and feeling good, in our skin, in our clothes.

However, what the designers and media forgot to tell you is that becoming a fashionista is

a skill not everybody possess,

a gift with which not everybody is borne,

In other words, not every trend will suit everybody.

Case in point:

leggings.

The proliferation of the legging as an everyday clothing item can be seen on women everywhere since the clever creators thought of an alternative to the stockings. Today, however, the legging no longer lives at the gym or in the pajama drawer, and instead, are now considered by most to be… pants. Trousers. Seluar.

Seluar pakai bejalan!

Nampak sepindit!

Translucent mirror to one's underpants,

or worst, Cameltoe!

I, myself, understand the need to maximise the benefits of comfort, such that are needed in other areas such as shoes and bras. Let's call such place the 'Comfort Zone'. This 'Comfort Zone', is where women go to especially after a long and busy day, or in forming complicated yoga movements, but what happens when a woman starts to bring the 'Comfort Zone' into the workplace or other social settings?

Now, I am ALL for the Zone,

however, there should be a limit to comfort in public.

If a hairy chested guy goes around shirtless and shows off his beer belly out in public in the name of comfort, wouldn't you want to be the first to arrest the man for such an insidious, not to mention, intolerant crime?

No, my eyes cannot tolerate any beer belly, especially HAIRY beer bellies!

Trust me, hun, this isn't for everybody, for everywhere!

Excuse me, Mrs. X,

but your bum is hurting my eye.

Please wear some pants to avoid heart-attacks amongst the elders and my young self.

This crime of being inappropriately comfortable is the consequence of having confused the Zone; so all of the sudden,there are thin leggings in the colours of the rainbow seen worn on every women's bottom half on the tube and at shopping centres,to university and work and to their respective couches at home.
Is the sacredness of the Zone lost on these women and worth all this,
just to be too comfortable in the public eye?
Are denims or jeans too much of a hassle?
Do you not care for the wellbeing of the people?

Who would want to see which underwear you are wearing?
What about Laundry day?
THINK about Laundry day!!
(My eyes, OH, my eyes!)

As a result,everything else seems to be constricting, once you've entertained the idea of the comfort that only stretch cotton and elastic waist bring. Troublesome zippers. Pesky buttons.

We should worry about the future of generational jeans-leggings-crossover, for the epidemic shows no signs of ceasing anytime soon. White shirt is cool. Jeans are cool. Leggings AND SAGGY BUMS and/or Cameltoes for the world to see....?

I sincerely believe that
every women have the right to feel good in what they wear,
to keep with the times, if they have to,
but for God's sake, it should be something pleasant to the eye, not the opposite!

Think of the children!

So, to the female population out there
who are floating in the clouds of leggings,
who do not realise the damages that they may have caused,
I've something to say...

This may escape you but..

xღxღ

Look Ma, no wrinkles!

2010-07-21T17:04:00.001+02:00

Tsk...tsk...

If you have to do a lot of photoshopping on the actresses in the movie posters,
me thinks that should foretell a stinkbomb.

Nu-uh sister, SJP does NOT have eyes like that!

xღxღ

.

2010-07-21T16:57:00.002+02:00

I DON'T ask for your money,

I DON'T ask for fancy things,

All I want is your time.

If you can't even give me that,

what can you?

xღxღ

old pages

2010-06-26T21:44:00.000+02:00

Note: this was written some time ago. Don't mind the cobwebs, the spiders aren't the poisonous kind.

My weekend was great, thanks for asking.

I laughed till I cant breath!

Can't remember laughing like that since I got here.

You want to know what's weird?

It's not even 2 weeks since I arrived from Spain but it feels like I havent had a holiday for months! Went to a gathering in Beeston recently for a night but ended up spending my weekend there,which was no less than awh-sum! A friend came all the way from London (to visit his 'matair') so had lots of Teaching-Bruneian Malay-as-a-Second-Language (TBMSL) session. It made me realise two important things:

One, I want to consider taking an ESL job in the future;

Two, Brunei Malay dialect is an interesting and unique language, not to mention, also phonetically easy to pronounce and spell;

Three, truly there is no language that can affect one emotionally than one's own mother tongue;

Four,despite that, there is still a lack of appreciation for languages by the supposed native speakers some times.

You'd think I'm going somewhere with this,
but alas, better luck next time!

xღxღ

come on!

2010-06-24T17:58:00.002+02:00

Rant:

Indecisive people who ask you for an opinion and STILL can't make up their minds!

What's even worst is the time wasted on (waiting for) them to make a decision,

when it could've been well-spent, say, sunbathing on the beach.

Here is the solution:

say what you mean and mean what you say.

If you said you are going to take someone out, then take them out instead of giving them options that include NOT taking them out; if agreements have been made about eating at a chinese restaurant later that night, then follow through!

There is no more off-putting people than those who couldn't be relied on their words;

a (wo)man of his/her words is valued more than anything, to me.

So,

Say what you mean, mean what you say

xღxღ

Music to my ears...

2010-05-05T12:15:00.134+02:00

Gradies and Lentlemen,

It brings me great pleasure to tell you
that this is...

Image courtesy of tv.com

..my 100th post!

As such, I've been racking my brain trying to make this post memorable and most importantly, happy;

after all, eventually writing up to 100 posts is certainly no mean feat!

First and furthermost, I'd like to thank the people whom inspired me to blog (mostly about them), for the bountiful supply of ideas generously served to me on a silver plate;
not forgetting, to my amazing boyfriend and best friend,
without whom this blog would have been decorated with virtual cobwebs.
And last but not least,
to my beloved family and friends back home whom I sorely miss!

Now,to celebrate,
I will share with you one of the finer things in life (in my opinion, anyway).
There are plenty of life's little pleasures that warm the cockles of my heart,

and one of them is Por una cabeza.

So, enjoy!

The original:

	Carlos Gardel Por Una Cabeza .mp3

	Found at bee mp3 search engine

With lyrics:

	The Ten Tenors - Por Una Cabeza .mp3

	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Tango, Pacino and Por Una Cabeza

I would like to learn to tango to this exact same music, some day!

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¡Hola de Madrid!

2010-05-05T11:49:00.002+02:00

~April 6th, 2010~

The night before my boyfriend and I were to leave Valencia for Madrid, we didn't get enough sleep.

Excitement was in the air!

....until we actually got there.

And let me tell you,

the lack of sleep and the precious elixir you mortals call 'coffee',

and metro Madrid's gajillion staircases and changes,

took a toll on the both of us in a BIG way.

Here's me being less grumpy, thanks to the MATAHARI!

We walked up and down the streets of one of Spain's biggest cities, with nothing but a mental map, until we paid 3 Euros for a real one, that is. Ironically, we were still lost for quite some time. Although Metro/Street maps are of abundance, they failed to give us the guidance we sorely needed. Streets were getting busier and busier, the sun was rising further up the sky,
patience was running thin..
tempers were rising...

Where the hell are StadMadrid and Calle del Barco?!?

You would've thought my grumpiness would extinguish the usual enthusiasm that comes with being in a different city..luckily, it hasn't failed me yet!
Pictures of the main street,Gran Via.

"Lois,I'm gonna ask you this only once: do you or do you not know about the bird?"

"..'Coz everybody's heard that the bird is the word!"

Well, the word in Spain is:

Tapas is to Madrid as Paella is to Valencia.

If you have an appetite for culinary adventure and an iron stomach,

a Madrileño would be more than happy to bring you on a Tapas (pub/bar) Crawl.

Do not fret, if you have no Spaniard allies, "Crawl" guides are aplenty and can be found all over the city.

(if you cared enough to google for them)

[A pub crawl (sometimes called a bar tour or bar-hopping) is the act of a group of people drinking and
having fun in a number of pubs in a single night, walking between them. This pub crawl focuses on the social aspect of meeting new friends and being introduced to new bars in a strange city. ]
Pub Crawl Madrid

¿A Donde Tapear?

Museo del Jamon is one of the popular tapas bars frequented by visitors and locals alike!

True to reviews, the place always appears packed whenever we passed by. Even though we didn't go in, from the outside, it was still an amazing sight itself .

Moving on, moving on.

Not too long after this photo was taken, we finally found the street which leads to StadMadrid Hostel! Patting ourselves in the back, we celebrated by taking a much-deserved super nap before tackling the city again.

Madrid: Take Dos.

Take Dos

Puerta del Sol,

where people watch people-watching people watching people-watchers.

Nice street picture signs

El Oso y el Madroño

The bear with the strawberry tree, never mind that strawberries don't grow on trees!
If one day you find yourself lost and without a map, and you see this statue or something similar;

YOU ARE IN MADRID!!!

[And it is not a strawberry tree. The berries of the Madroño tree are red like strawberries.However they are very sweet and are really not good eaten raw (unlike strawberries),but are only good to eat when made into a jam.]

Madrid

Saunter, go for a stroll, enjoy the sights;
Banco de España, Plaza de Cibeles, Paseo del Prado, El Real Jardín Botánico

Banco de España

Nah!

More useful information for you potential visitors!

Paseo del Prado

Paseo del Prado

Paseo del Prado

Real Jardin Botanico is one of the two parks worth visiting (and like the museums, Madrid seems to have a gajillion parks); if your legs havent fallen off by now, you should take a walk along the paseo del prado until you see the Parque del Buen Retiro. Unlike Botanico, visitors are charged an entrance fee in Buen Retiro.

By then, it was already evening and after lolling about for a bit around Sol, passed by Plaza Mayor(yet ANOTHER Plaza! Madrid can't go without having at least two of more or less the same things!), the mucho - anticipated Chocolatería San Ginés (!) and many more..

...and no, I didn't get to try any chocolate with churros, though I did end up getting some in Valencia.

Anyway, on our way back, I was handed a flyer of an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant which spelt "Dinner"! As we ventured out again into the night, like everything else we've encountered so far, the restaurant also took long to find.

We continued the rest of the tour the next day, wanting to cram as much as we possibly could..with our luggages on tow. Thank goodness for someone's hand-carry!

Madrid's golden triangle of art: Museo del Prado, Centro de Arte Reina Sofía and Museo de arte Thyssen-Bornemisza are the three vertices of a triangular area of unsurpassable cultural heritage.

FYI,

Museo del Prado is FREE for EU students, with a proper identification while international students such as yours truly get 50% of the entrance fee. Had a weird encounter with one of workers behind the till; he had the cheek to charge the both of us at student-rates, despite the fact that my boyfriend is part of the EU citizen.

(Un)Fortunately for us, he didn't or couldn't accept our cards (despite the obvious 'Visa' stickers on display) and without enough cash on us, we had to find an ATM and stand in line again.

The second time around though, we were led up the stairs into the building and this time, were charged accordingly. The Prado houses Spanish, Italian, French as well as British paintings although, there is only one room for latter. This is fact.

There are a few paintings that caught my eye. Now, I'm neither a historian nor a philosopher,

but one that stood out for me in particular was Simon Vouet's "Hope and Beauty defeating Time". Even until now, words fail to describe my attraction towards this:

Simon Vouet, 'Father Time Overcome by Love, Hope and Beauty',1627

Unfortunately, we had to cancel Reina Sofia due to complications. Well, we might see each other again, in the future.

Santiago Bernabeu

For those interested, you can take a tour inside the museum for only 15 Euros. We decided to pass and quickly made our way to Moncloa to check out the futuristic communication centre called Mirador del Faro where people can go to the top and take a view of the city for less than 2 Euros.

Or shall I say "could"?

What we didn't know at the time was that, the 92m tower observatory had been closed since 2005 so we were 5 years too late! Otherwise, it would've been a nice conclusion to our trip.
Not far from the Faro is the Arco de la Victoria, which was moderately impressive, but rather disappointing in comparison to the Faro, but I think it is only fair to point out that at that point I was already feeling bitter about my thwarted plans and just ready to head back to Valencia.

They say Madrid is one of the cities in Spain that never sleeps,
hence the title "mucha marcha" and apparently, so is Barcelona.
Anyway, our trip was short yet we left Madrid satiated.

"Mucha marcha" Madrid indeed!

xღxღ

Another Day in Valencia

2010-04-27T01:32:00.000+02:00

Once a year in April,
Intermón Oxfam organises “El Día de la Esperanza” ('The Day For Hope') in 46 cities all over Spain and Andorra. So yesterday (April 25th, 2010), the bf and I were fortunate enough to stumble upon this rockin' 'do! Each year, the festival addresses a certain issue - this year, the focus was on the rural communities in Cayambe, Ecuador. The festival aims to:

"..raise awareness of the need for aid needed in those countries. Also, they seek to get signatures, once and for all, to 0.7% of GDP to help the third world." (quote reference here)

"... the reality of impoverished countries trying to disseminate their work and the company is involved in it" (quote reference here)

From 11:00 to 20:00 pm in the Turia Gardens, along the Bridge of Flowers.

Entertainments were in forms of live music performances, raffles, "Signature Collection products" were on sale; for the children, recreational activities include shirt-paintings (always a messy event!), little games, a snake and ladder game played on the ground, a big canvas specifically for finger painting. All in all, a success, I'd say!

Apparently, different cities party differently; for example, in Murcia,

"..they were showing a series of youth groups, different types of dances." (quote reference here)

Anyway, it always gives me a good feeling knowing some action is taking place to make the world a better place. Sometimes, people are too busy to keep up with what's going on in the less fortunate countries and an awareness-raising festival such as the one organised by Oxfam International is a great reminder. For more information on Intermón Oxfam (Spanish version) , click here,and here for Oxfam International.

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Spreading the word

2010-04-26T13:57:00.001+02:00

Hi!

Notice anything new? Besides my new look, I have installed a "Facebook share button". So if there's anything in this blog that grabs your attention,that you like or dislike, that stirs a strong emotion in you,

that makes you want to do something,

click on the button on the bottom left and

SHARE.

Put it up on your own blog,

(with necessary credits and references, mais oui!)

share with your families and friends on Facebook,

write on my comments section regardless of the relevance to my posts:)

Because that's the best thing that you CAN do.

xღxღ

Me the Tourist in Valencia

2010-04-23T02:33:00.002+02:00

February 2010

Welcome to the Bioparc!

There were several habitats resembling that of the animals:
la Sabana, los Bosques de Madagascar y África Ecuatorial.

Nou d'Octubre

The metro station at which we had gotten off but I think there's a much closer metro station which would save you a 20-30 minutes walk, rough estimate, might even be for longer.

The view of the 'kingdom' when crossing the bridge connecting the wildlife habitat and the entrance. It lies above the Jardin del Turia pathways which goes on and on.

La Sabana

"Hi!"

Things got interesting as their tusks(!) interlocked. Strangely, they didn't move when this picture was taken - as if they knew that we would infringe the copyrights of their wrestling match. In any case, they resumed soon after the cameras were hidden away.

Such weird grunts.

The king is dead.....tired.

Masya-Allah, I'm....so....tiny...

For more information, go here

BIOPARC VALENCIA
Tel. 902 250 340
Avenida Pío Baroja, 3
46015 Valencia (Spain)

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Update wa!

2010-04-21T16:51:00.003+02:00

What the title says.

A new post on Valencia here

One of the things I share with my best friend,
who's a lazy ass right now but I loves her anyway!

xღxღ

Terima Kasih

2010-04-21T03:53:00.002+02:00

[note: this was written in winter. Had forgotten all about it.]

Why is it so hard for some people nowadays to say "Thank You"?

Doesn't everybody like being appreciated regardless of how big and small their gesture is?

Or do they think the meaning is as miniscule as the term itself?

Have they forgotten?

Today, at least half of the population in the world would return a compliment by saying, "Yea, I know.", thinking that it is a "cool" thing to say. But you know what? It's not cool! Is it so hard to say the two easy syllables "Thank" and "You"?

I personally like being thanked, so I try to do that whenever, whereever appropriate.Moreover,I was brought up in an environment where manners and politeness are a way of life. Funny, for some people, it is easier to concentrate on anything besides giving thanks. They'd rather complain and said "This is not how you do it" as opposed to saying, "I appreciate your effort" or "Thank you for trying to make me a nice breakfast".

People seem to thank others mindlessly/carelessly and/or if they've gotten what they wanted

or if they have completed to what is deemed as "a good job".

Well, it really depends on how you interpret a "bad job". Still, if a person tries so hard to do well

and ends up with less than satisfying results for the other person (who asked for the favor),
isn't an appreciation, at least, is called for?

Talk about living life Cinderella-esque.

xღxღ

f-f-f-facebook

2010-04-21T03:52:00.002+02:00

Hello again, my dear friend.

Long time no see! I spent my Easter break here and it seems an extension is in order because the Icelandic volcanic ashes are causing flight cancellations everywhere around Europe. Ryanair cancels flights to/from UK until Wednesday afternoon. Woop-de-doo!
[update:will leave before the month is up!]

So, greetings from Valencia!

Long time no see, indeed. Now, I am not making excuses for my uber long absence. In fact, I had a cornucopia of blog-worthy ideas that left me unfocused and distracted,

so many things on my head forming as soon as I hopped from one blog to another: beauty tips, travel tips, cosmetic reviews, life experiences, 'whine-of-the-day' diary, recipe reviews..

You get the idea.

So, sue me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLblxvI2rls

(Btw, is there a reason why I am not able to put a video up?)

Anyway, thanks to Facebook, friends and family are up-to-date with my life.Speaking of which,what do you think of this addictive phenomenon? Do you remember back in the day, when there were Friendster, Myspace,Hi5, magpie? I managed to ignore them all for most of my teenage life. The last one was a dud, btw.

For the Facebook-virgins (all five of you), give yourselves a highly deserved pat in the back for avoiding the plague...like a plague.
Facebook (FB) is a social network "utility" where you can track down and communicate with long-lost friends or relatives or make new friends from all over the world

(read: clicking on random profiles and then, deciding whether to keep up with their updates or not).

Believe you me, there are those who find joy from adding random people up, despite never carrying a conversation with any of them or even knowing them personally.

Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

Sorry Peter but back then, "Facebook" was the word.

As it was before, so it was then: the struggle on my part due to my stubbornness was no less than awesome - I even managed to hold off registering until after winter break but alas, peer pressure got the better of me. Still, going down without a fight remain a proud glory for me till today.

So what is Facebook?
  Essentially, a Facebook profile can contain as little or as much information the owner is willing to share: phone numbers, emails, family links,relationship statuses, current location, pet's name and so forth. What makes it even more exciting is that one can also post one's favourite link, notes (read: rants) as well as never-before-seen pictures, write on others' "walls", "poke" friends, become a fan of the many groups/pages.

Partying is inevitable in the life of an undergraduate; taking advantage of that fact, FB makes it possible for party invitations to be given out in form of event advertisement at short notice to a large number of people so within minutes, anyone or exclusive groups of people will receive the said invitations; to make things even more interesting, you are able to see who will or won't attend, the creators even thoughtfully added a "Might attend" option, so what's not to like?

I suppose one of the reasons for my lack of blog updates (another is the fact that I'm just plain lazy) is FB does the work for me by alerting a large audience from my friends list, on the slightest moves I make, with a mere click of a button. Of course, in return, FB kindly notifies yours truly every time somebody pays attention to me in written form!
If you haven't guessed by now, gossip & "stalk-worthy" news are ever-abundant.

Therefore, it does not come as a shock that FB becomes a breeding ground for online stalkers where some bring out and even nurture their "talent". The aforementioned stalkers may be people whom have never taken the slightest interest in you before, usually the same ones whom have never uttered a single word to you; so suddenly you find your wall plagued with cheerful posts, sickeninglycute-hug-bugs and virtual pillow fights while they hungrily scrutinise over the pictures of you and your current beau, relationship status as well as your status updates.

Besides stalkers, there are also FB-addicts. Just to be clear, there are a few different definitions for "FB-addicts" hence I am obliged to give you mine:

Facebook-addict noun  /féɪsbʊ́k. ˈæd.ɪkt/
A person who cannot cannot stop doing stuff on or using Facebook  hence is more prone to put up a new status update on a frequent basis,which annoys people.

By the way, people,
no one wants to know what you have for lunch or if the waiter accidentally gave you cappuccino instead of a frappe; nobody really cares about the updates on the growth of your workload or fungus or how stupid your boyfriend was for getting you a frappuccino instead of a friggin' capp!
And for goodness' sake, please refrain from taking pictures of your lunches or dinner meals, no matter how appetising or discouraging (even more reason not to do so!) they look. Furthermore, don't even bother uploading the pictures of your empty dishes (post -chomping sess!) because doing so defeats the very purpose of you taking the said pictures in the first place!

Who would want to see your leftovers, anyway?

Sure, FB has its pros but it's much more fun to complain:)
I could go on and on but best left for another day!

xღxღ

He likes the smell of food :P

2009-12-26T20:40:00.001+01:00

The boyfriend keeps telling me how nice I smell today.

......

I guess as of late

I've been spending more time than usual in the kitchen:

today was raisin-filled cookies, piernik (gingerbread)

and Hoisin pasta.

Yesterday, we had Nasi Ayam for dinner;

didn't realise how much it takes to make such dish

what with the soup, the sauces and the rice and chicken themselves!

The day before, brownies and chocolate cake,

grilled lemon chicken with salad and potatoes.

Anyway,

pernah kamu dangar lagu ane?

Old-skool tapi evergreen.

Aku ingat bapaku selalu karaoke nyanyi lagu ane masa aku damit.

In fact, I grew up with songs like this revolving throughout

as if they were on repeat.

Hope I will get to cook nice things like these for my dad when I come home!:)

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LING20206 ?

2009-12-16T23:04:00.000+01:00

I'm about to run out of battery for my laptop

so I'll make this short.

I don't know what is up with language and my mind lately;

I know we've just done Phonetics in TESL and

had a major Sociolinguistics exam....

but I could've sworn I heard an Indonesian dialect,

coming from Spaniards.

And another time when I was having dinner, sitting not too far

from a group of gagak - gagak, and the phonetics in their language

remind me so much of home!

I even tried to eaves dropped, thinking I could understand them

but alas, it was a mere fantasy.

Perhaps,

I have subconsciously learnt to become

more aware of the languages used surrounding me.

Or maybe the lack of sleep is making me

hear things.

But really,

a Spanish speaking with an Indonesian dialect?

Probably when pigs fly.. or die with own Swine Flu.

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'Cos I feel like it...

2009-12-14T21:55:00.001+01:00

" Do u realize how lucky we are that we found
each other among over 6 billion ppl on the planet? "

Baby, you say the sweetest things....

The look which melts me, still.

We just look good together ;)

Oh yeah, we KNOW this.

Bardzo kocham cię, Sayang.

Buzi.
See you real soon!

xღxღ

tell me something I don't know

2009-12-12T19:06:00.003+01:00

How I Procrastinate My Revision (today)

By Hidayatul Atiqah Abd Ghani

To procrastinate means to put off performing tasks, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness, usually by doing something less of a priority. I, like everybody else, am no stranger to this (bad)habit because not everybody gets to do what they like everytime; for instance, some find cleaning the bathroom a tedious chore but others may see it as a way to indulge their OCD and so on.

I have done a lot of procrastination today but it is not at a stage where I should be too worried. Besides, someone, somewhere out there was doing it as well. I started procrastinating today's revision the night before, by staying up late, post-revision, watching Family Guy and telling Kuba stories from my childhood which resulted in my waking up tired so I had to compensate for the lack of sleep by taking a nap for a few hours in the afternoon. Though I woke up next to my notes and piles of books on my bed, the thought of finished laundry brought me downstairs. I then proceeded to hang them out to dry on these metal dealies close to the radiators situated on the top floor of the house in which I live. With that done, I went back to my room to suddenly realise how dirty the carpeted floor in my room actually was. It even seemed plausible that all these while, it has clouded my vision. The mere thought of me being greeted, or worse, eaten by humongous dust bunnies whole after coming back left no doubt in my mind that the matter should be tackled right then and there, rather than later.

Vacuum-cleaning didn't take long but waiting for the powder dusts to work its perfumy-magic took minutes. Nevermind, I am sure my sinuses will be très grateful. Now, engulfed with a "new carpet" smell, I thought I should start, freshly rejuvenated, with my revision, but then I suddenly remembered the left-over coffee which I had procrastinated to drink from this morning. Knowing coffee and its 'perk-me-up' magic led me downstairs again, spending a few minutes with Mr. Microwave. With a now-lukewarm coffee in hand (damn the cold) and the necessary items needed to start my revision, it dawned on me that I have been doing a lot of procrastination today, something which I haven't done in awhile, or at least, for a few days. Hence, as a "congratulations" to myself, I thought writing about it is the way to go, which I did.

I know I've procrastinated a lot today and I know I should start on my revision now but first,think a shower is called for.

The End

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2009-10-29T04:39:00.003+01:00

I want a life free from

restrictions,

perfections,

limitations

..while in the process to better myself.

I want to be

free..

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Bisooooouusss

2009-10-05T00:26:00.007+02:00

Salam.

Wasn't long after leaving Brunei for UK, I found myself in France a few days later.

Sad, sebab nda puas rasanya aku menjadi warganegara di NBD.

Aku rindu memandu already.

'Memandu'.

Bahasa Melayu (Malay) for 'driving'.

D'you know?

The first time I heard this 'malay' word being used,

after a really looooong while,

was when I was a passenger of Hafiz.

All the time when he talked,

I was secretly fascinated by his frequent use of the term.

Banar.

Because like everybody else,

I use 'drive' or 'deraib'

where the former is the English translation and

the latter is when spoken with a strong 'malay' accent.

memandu.

cool eh.

Anyway,

first few days in Aix-en-Provence=)

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Being "un-thin"

2009-09-10T19:00:00.003+02:00

Hello,

Check out my recent post here

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Kenal lah Diriku

2009-09-10T13:24:00.008+02:00

25 things random about

moi

1. Pyjamas = big boy's shirt sans pantalons.

2. It is not unusual for me to speak to a person as if I've known the person my entire life,

and not the last 5 minutes.

3. I can now confidently pronounce,

"wszystkiego najlepszego z okazji urodzin".

4. I have a lot of friends, I suppose it comes with being friendly..

5. ..however I can be a little picky. Still, it's better to want nothing to do with you

than being friends and bad-mouthing you behind your back, no?

6. In spite of assignments, money troubles, LDR and saying goodbyes,

I like where I am right now.

7. My idea of exercising is doing sit-ups, squats, yoga and sauna..

as well as shopping.

8. I just read that it took a plastic surgeon's wife

2 YEARS' worth of squat exercises

to achieve a natural humpy butt...Oh my God...

9. I shall say I am a modest cook.

10. The 'Bucket List' has given me ideas.

11. My eczema comes and goes; recently my GP diagnosed it as

"environmentally-influenced"

12. Pij tries to fatten me up whenever I stay over at hers.

13. I've watched Obsessed, Final Destination and District 9,

all in the same week.

14. Bill Bryson doesn't make me feel bad by being human.

15. Aku nada baju raya baru,

but regardless, I am happy =)

16. Hot drinks seem to increase my metabolism rate.

So, I Love You Tea & Coffee!!

17. A 4x4 girl by heart,

I drive to climb mountains and pesky hilly parking spaces.

18. I don't like this attitude of "everybody else is better than me/us";

no use in being too humble or modest,

because you'll end up thinking lowly of yourself

hence contributing to your low self-esteem.

When you do, how can you feel good about yourself?

19. Truly men (humans) can never be satisfied;

I have lovely dark natural curls cascading over my shoulders

yet I long to do something with it.

20. Kocham cię..

21. I love COLOURS!

Particularly warm ones..Red..Dark Yellow..

22. Everyday I fear of being ambushed by the Fashion Police

- so far, I've been lucky.

23. I don't understand how anybody can be famous for doing

absolutely nothing, at least, nothing worth mentioning.

24. I am proud of my mother tongue, are you?

Cakap Bahasa Melayu Brunei tah sja sma kediaku.

25. Syukur Alhamdulillah,

I am blessed.

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Mentang-Mentang ada Camera...

2009-08-28T16:01:00.004+02:00

YES, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED OFF...

2009-08-28T14:06:00.005+02:00

I know it's a fasting month when

Muslims are supposed to try, practise, be more

patient...

...not flipping their lids straightaway...

...keeping selves from being foul-mouth sailors...

patience.

Admittedly,

I have such limited capacity for this particular virtue.

However, this by no means mean that

I am a part-time 'She-Hulk'.

I was out on an errand after Sungkai and

like any normal, civilised, respectable person,

I took my place in queue for check out.

You know what happened next, do you?

Before I even had a chance to put my stuff on the counter,

one late 30s, 40s woman hurriedly placed her basket

onto the counter without giving me a second glance.

Err..Hello?

I said, "Excuse me."

You know, in case she didn't see I was waiting for my turn

for about 5 minutes before she showed up.

That bitch didn't even twitched.

As I drove home in mad fury,

I thought about my culture

and the society I live in.

I am a Malay, Muslim woman

who, when little,

(can't say the same for the spoiled brats now)

was taught to be polite to elders,

to treat them with respect,

so I, in return, can earn their respect.

What pisses me off about the situation is

her blatancy of ignoring me

when I was obviously there.

If she had made a point to look at me

and/or say she was in a hurry

and/or ask for us to trade places

and/or explain her condition of excessive, obsessive line-cutting disorder..

I would have considered those(!) because I am generally

A NICE PERSON!!

So what am I to think?

That some of the Malay elders

just expect a young,beautiful woman like me,

to automatically step back

and give him/her certain advantages

because she's older?

In most parts of Europe I've been to,

whether you're young or old,

well-off or otherwise,

you stand in line and wait for your turn.

you queue up.

Don't just cut lines and pretend you didn't do it.

(don't you just hate when that happens?)

This is a civilization.

There are reasons why certain etiquette, manners are instilled.

After all, is it not for the common good, to live harmoniously in an orderly society?

And you can't even wait for 2 minutes, bu ajah?

Luan jua.

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" What is a noun? "

2009-08-17T19:56:00.003+02:00

So...

Checked out the quiz and,

Free-IQTest.net - Online IQ Test

Donc...

Am I suppose to ignore the times when I felt stupid

esp where my goldfish memory is concerned? Lol

Nevertheless, regardless of whatever result of the quiz is,

I suppose it is up to you..

to want to know,

to have interest in acquiring knowledge (are they the same things?),

to want to not be ignorant..

Stay in school, kids.

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Pour Vous

2009-08-17T17:21:00.005+02:00

HI fellow bloggers/hoppers!

Are you looking to increase the number of blog hits?

How about introducing your blog well across the world?

Your answer is:

Get your site listed by registering.

If this isn't your cup of tea, it's still worth checking out.

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0612hr

2009-08-17T00:02:00.004+02:00

I think I am too upset for words.

I feel like breaking or hurting something.

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I Confess...

2009-08-15T19:20:00.013+02:00

Random Thoughts @ 0432hr

Time difference can be a real b*tch...

...but tbh, I think I'm just missing mah boo.

Brakuje mi ciebie

.. didn't notice my weight loss until friends pointed it out.

Tbh, I am still unsure as to how & when exactly it happened,

but I have a sneaking suspicion that it involved a lot of walking, a too warm weather,

soup lunches and increasing my water intake.

..Ooh, new hair colour, please!

Lighter tones. Possibly with highlights.Thoughts?

Dark

Light

Lighter

..To quote Stewie,

"Where's ma money, man?"

..How does one calm an excited & hyperactive dog?

Also, how to go about handling a naughty, undisciplined one?

..I need clothes hangers soooo bad!

Trust me, all I need are those

metal dealies to make the bedroom appear

less messy.

..noticed that I used "the", not "my" bedroom.

It was "my" bedroom up until before I left for my studies,

and occupied afterwards on most weekdays.

Frankly speaking, I am still uncertain as to what's "mine" (room) now

considering most of my stuff are in Nottingham..

Moreover, should I call that place I am renting "home" too?

..You know what,

I haven't had satay urat wa since I came back *hint hint*

" I do care about what people think of me.

It still doesn't stop me from doing what I want though. Haha."

- Im on the fence with this; but it is a good point.

..I ought to be sleeping right now,

but I would like to wish you 'good night' before I do.

Yes, you.

Bonne nuit

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Grow Up,Why Don't You?

2009-08-15T08:08:00.005+02:00

Look..

Just because both she and I used to see something interesting in you,

doesn't mean we share the same brain cells.

YES!

Pour MOI, going abroad is one of the best things I have ever done in my life;

for one, it made me realise that I deserve better,

that I am a desirable creature

worthy of a healthy & committed relationship.

This has been proven more than once, thanks for asking.

So to you, my immature friend,

"If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions"
Quentin Tarantino

Choke on this.

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Summer 09: Poznan

2009-07-23T21:39:00.021+02:00

Pozdrowienia z Polski !

Summer in Poland with Kuba? Bring it on!

Besides being short of breath

(from rushing,heart-attacks-over-the-cute-and-the-amazing,you know, the usual),

my mind seems to lack the creativity needed to

make this post interesting. Therefore, I will just let the pictures say their thousand words.

1st Stop

POZNAŃ:

( It's pronounced "Poz-nannye", NOT "Poz-nan" )

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'Cos sharin' is carin'

2009-07-18T13:17:00.005+02:00

I have something to tell you, but

I dont know where to start.

The thing of it is...

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It may shock you to know that even a confident bunny like yours truly could have an inkling of insecurity over exam results...but oh, I do. Anyway syukur alhamdulillah I did well and it was worth checking it up at 5am.

Onward to 2nd year!

But not without a visit to Poland first ;)

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Quizzes Sch-quizzes

2009-07-14T17:38:00.012+02:00

Have you ever had a tough time

choosing one from the many answers,

in hopes of revealing your "true" self?

Been pondering over the avatars at

(http://www.youniverse.com/love)..

and I still havent selected one!The obstacle is this:

How can I simply define myself with just one picture/avatar?

After looking through them all, I find that I relate with at least 3 of them,

and here I am to choose only one.

What if the one I had chosen is incorrect,

thinking that it was right,

would it not mean that it did not actually have the correct definition of me?

& led to believe such a thing,

would it be MY fault for not choosing the "right" one?

But how could I have known ?

A lot of Uncertainties.

So you see,

how can we possibly rely on analyses

which were probably randomly made by a generator,

on the internet,

which,in case you have forgotten,

already has mega tons of information stored?

Sure,some of us are in it for the fun

& smart enough not to fall for these entirely,

but do you know that there are a good number of people

who actually do?

Im talking about those people who read their horoscopes religiously everyday,

even though they may contradict with each other,

depending on where they find these information;

those who play the quizzes on such-and-such

and feeling proud with "...90% intelligent" or "..87.99% sexy",

when, chances are, the questions are of

primary-class-worthy mediocrity.

I dont know whether to laugh or cry whenever

I see these great (for some, not-so-great) analyses

are believed and/or taken to heart..

with such enthusiasm!

Allow me to laugh at your gullibility.

Ha. Ha.

With all these ramblings,

I suppose what Im trying to point out is how can we let anything

but our own selves define our identity?

It is a question of individuality.

It is a question of preferences.

Not to mention, a hell of a lot of Self-reflection.

Who you are, what you stand for, what you believe in,

- THESE are amongst the important questions

one should ask oneself.

I understand that it may be hard for some, believe me, I know.

I myself have countlessly tried to define "me"

but there are numerous aspects to be taken into account,

that I find that I can never truly explain myself

in just one sentence or, for that matter, in one day,

to the full satisfaction.

At least, that is what I personally think.

Accept that for the majority change is inevitable,

which doesnt exclude our identities (almost never remain static),

for, as we live on,

we will keep on finding new things that will tweak our interests,

new thoughts that we will acquire from a day's lesson,

new ways to discover how to make the world a better place.

So try not to kid yourself;

YES,finding our true selves,

the meaning of our somewhat-puzzling life

takes time,

some never have the chance to even finish their conquests

but therein also lies the beauty.

With plenty of ways to explore in defining ourselves,

wouldnt you think taking the easy way out by means of

childish internet magoombas

just spoils the fun?

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a bookworm

2009-07-14T02:10:00.011+02:00

HI!

How long has it been since I've picked up a book which has

passion written all over it,

makeup, catfights,

not to mention, beautiful writings,

amongst other things..?

Memoirs of a Geisha

is a book about Chiyo, later known as Nitta Sayuri,

who grew up unfamiliar to beauty. Ironically, her future finds her

surrounded by, and later,through much self-reflection, becoming it.

The beauty of a Geisha.

As one, Sayuri opens my eyes about her struggles and obstacles of

a life bombarded with treachery, lust, obedience as well as sacrifices. I would never have known how difficult it was, having to study and acquire a lot of skills with time limits giving additional pressure, for the chance of real success

Her longings, her pain, her friend's pain,her confusion and happiness,

I felt it man, I FELT it!

But you have to understand that it doesnt only focus on Sayuri alone. The book is filled with information about times pre- and post- WW1 with regards to geishas and their surroundings. Some may find a book with such rich descriptions of the Japanese, or more to the point, geisha culture uninteresting or even, overwhelming. However for yours truly, the reverse is true; I was fascinated by the knowledge and ended up wishing to be a geisha myself! Not for the money, you understand, but for being a geisha:

the cunning way of giving cruel hidden messages

yet smiling as one does so,

the smooth and graceful dances & movements

that could arouse a man,

the clever way to distract a man or

to complement yet poking fun at him

the knowledge that one is desirable to a man without having to be sexual,

in addition to the endless flirting..

Oh,if I were to acquire such skills...

Btw, I havent seen the film yet

generally, I have always preferred reading

to watching a film version

as it has been known,

more often than not, films do its book-versions no justice at all.

So I urge you lazy-asses to READ

rather than take the easy way out and watch the film,

which would be lousy anyway

for you could miss a lot of good plots

and background stories,

but then again, really,

how much can one fit in 90 minutes for say, a 434-page book?

So, in conclusion,

Memoirs of a geisha is a fascinating read

& I URGE you to follow suit.

If you haven't, then pick up a copy,

If you already have, then read it AGAIN!

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