Beaut

Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.

Journey make us ponder of the goodness of things we have.Those we left behind and the new one we encounter. Your heart expand and grow.You learn to miss and being missed.

It’s open your eyes to things you never thought before.

p/s – I scared the hell out of group of crabs here.Te-he-he

Screaming bloody murder (Feelin’ a wee bit twitter-ish)

830pm

My head still pounding. I scrunch the dirty tissues and tossed it to the bin. Plop! It felt out of the bin. I stay rooted to my spot not making any effort to pick it up.

I blast Jamie Scott & the Town and play it over and over, adjusting the volume every now end then, a habit I’ve yet to shed. My head pounding, still.

People who know me can vouch this. I seldom get angry but today…of all day I’m pissed off

920pm

Decided to shower. “Cooling down” the agony. The system/work playing a prank on me. I have to initialize everything. Time spent in the early evening can be thrown down the drain. Back to square one.

I just look at my empty backpack with one eye. Ok…i’ll work with you later. Suddenly, unable to locate my passport.Panic.20 seconds past. Found it!!

1005pm

Slipped into my nighties. Half-dried my hair and when down to pop in a Paracetamol. Head still pounding.

Remembered that I left a bag in the car. Grab keys and headed for the door. Flip flopping my way to the car. Found my 2 days old vanilla rolls wrapped neatly in a paper bag at passenger seat. I should have eaten that. Sigh.

Flip flopping my way back to the house. Water dribble from my hair. Making mental note to towel-dry my hair for second round.

Remembered someone told me bout hair massage in Bali. Wish I can have that massage now.

Scouring for my bag. I think its bit small. But I don’t need a lot anyway. If I can just wear short and sleeveless all the way, I’ll do it. But in real world, I just can’t. Remember skinny dipping? In real world, I can’t do that too.

1015pm

Checking the work. Still initializing phase. Making mental plan on how to get to office before KL Sentral. I think paracetamol start to take effect. Hail paracetamol!!

1025pm

Could not locate the universal traveler adapter. Cold sweat! Scouring for the adapter. Busy creating excuses,” what should I tell the owner?”

5 minutes later. Found it! Phew.

Glance at Coke bottle on the dresser. Wanted to drink but stop myself. Bukan baru makan paracetamol(panadol).Nak minum coke?Nak high ke?

Cancel.

1028pm

Making mental note to wrap my flip flop for the journey.

1036pm

Lining up my toiletries. Putting my L’occitane facial wash in bag. Good facial cleanser but bought my 1^st L’occitane due to the packaging. Packaging huh…thinks about someone.

1045pm

Stuff still lying around. Work making progress.Packing leave me helpless. Help!

11.23pm

Succumb to the temptation of coke on the dresser. Working on my second portion of the work. Packing also on 2^nd phase. Stop listening to Jamie Scott & the Town and change to Dishwalla & Five Times August

12.50am

Small gesture means a lot!

1.11am

Work almost there. Bag packed.

1.30am

And ooh life keeps pushing
But you keep losing yourself
Before you find out where are
Did you find out who you are?
Because I did

To sum it up

Was aiming for brownies, but get cheese cake instead. Not bad

That speck in your eye. It’s hurting isn’t it?

“How are you feeling?”

I know fairly sure I’m asking the obvious. She is not feeling well. It’s true that I’m the one with the itching throat, occasional cough and a wee bit dizzy but she’s worst.

She was helplessly disoriented.

The bustling car outside and the very smoky mamak stall seem pretty quiet to her.Like she’s exist in another parallel mamak stall where it’s not smoky and crowded.

I nudged her back to reality.

“Your maggi goreng is getting cold”

I briefly point my fork to her food. I was half guilty savoring my “nasik kandar” while she’s struggling with hers.

She gave me a weak smile and start nibbling few strands of maggi. Forcing herself to look ok.

For once I just don’t understand.

How can boredom become a reason and make you left someone you love?

Scratching the Itch!

A crazy fool will stick his/her tongue to the railing *grin*

Memories “Uno”

There are times when you are miles a way from home your life can be a bit mundane or sangap.When your collections of genomics data goes against you and instead of cheering for your overzealous efforts to score a degree they are mocking you all the way. So being kind da out of place most of the time, you’ve got to be a wee bit creative in enjoying life. Student which always short of pocket money must cracks their friggin’ head to find some free enjoyment. He-he-he

So I spent a big chunk of boring, cold and bleak weekends visiting place like this one (this one is my fav). It’s like a great big warehouse of everything. You can get summer, winter, spring, autumn in here. Shabby, bright, old, weird and authentic. What I love the most was, the owner kind of understand the customer well, they just let you mind you business, searching, scouring and testing those stuffs for hours. If you’re looking for something brand new, this is not your place. But if you like things that are not manufactured in bulks anymore, this is heaven. Mark my words, you’ll get addicted.

…..I have

 

stuttering