the cadbury connection

i was standing in a line to pay for my cadbury boost

a dude who was getting an ice cream, saw my boost...

he abandoned the ice cream..

looked at me n smiled & got himself a boost as well =D

now if this was an add, it would have ended with us walking together enjoying our boost =p

but its real life instead of reel so we just smiled and walked away

chocolate lovers utd!

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~

*sugar rush*

for the 100th time

i have pulled it off so many times, that i actually lost count. estimating it to be 100 might be stretching wee bit far but that is the number of times i have forgotten my keys to the main door in hostel n have ended climbing in through the window.

if they have cat woman audition in Malaysia i should definitely try *might get disqualified for the slightly unsightly bulges when i wear the leather suit though*

today's entry is a lesson on how to climb in to the hostel,without keys =)

1)leave expensive hand phones outside the unbudging door

2)hold on to the cylindrical metal bar, hoist self up using the dumpster as foot hold.

3)once seated on the metal bar, get down slowly & be careful not to step on any of the nasties *bird poop,insects*

4)walk quickly & quietly on the banister,avoid self from being noticed by guards who might think ur burglar,rapist etc.

5)climb on the window sill,hoist self up while holding on to the window panel on to *this is my scary bit coz m always worried it might give way under my weight- thus far it has always been supportive-* did i mention of holding the flip flops in one hand coz the first thing my feet will come into contact is the couch & i dont wanna soil it

6)take care when transitioning self from outside to inside coz there's always a possibility of bumping head on the metal panel *i have not been lucky in this*

7)land on the couch safely =) tadaaaa~

8)feel proud,open door,retrieve hand phone,chastise self for forgetting keys

i had an awesome weekend. it did not involve any island retreat,dancing,booze or shopping but it had my bestfriends. girls who are my friends despite the distance & time spent apart. girls who love me, like me, care for my safety n existence, who would go an extra mile for me ( like cancelling a date with her muse...muahahahahaha *srry nunna,i cldnt resist but now i know u LOVE ME MORE! )

weekend..

it should have been a weekend of filled with assignments...
but do ever things go as planned...=.=

spend the weekend shifting,cleaning stuff from the old house to the new house & did lots of traveling *not the fun kind*

tomorrow's mission,settle the sorting out of stuff & work on the assignment.

akan ku berusaha.amen

before she arrives

when i was younger, i dreaded that monthly visits by my aunt in red...i found 'her' such a nuisance.

now,i wait for her arrival *no,i have not been naughty...yet ;) *

coz now its easier being with her rather than suffering that 'confusion-depression-frustration-physical anomalies-cravings' which occur before her arrival...

enough of stupid cryptic language...I HATE PMS.

i think i hate it more than most men do.

men...

they all think that women use it as an excuse to get away with acting up. I don't know most women but am speaking for myself, if i knew i way to avoid i would most certainly do. coz it causes me to be temperamental, fussy, sensitive, judgmental & whole lot of other uncool things which i dont like to be. its either i go on a verbal diarrhea or i have nothing to say. grrrrrrr!

worst part is, it affects the people i'm closest with like family, bestfriends, housemates. the thing is like everyone else, they have their flaws & peculiar habits which makes them the person they are & when i'm pms'ing my tolerance for that is so much lower when at other times i'm insignificantly affected.sigggghhhhhh

that aside,

pms also causes severe confusion.confusion over life & its directions, our principles, our significant others. we end up having so much of questions & since this questions dont have answers *or at least not at the moment* we get more annoyed, upset & angry.

physically,

there is the crying, bloating, abnormal sense of fullness of certain body parts * not in reference to the food in ramdan bazaar* & back aches.

i admire girls who can handle all of it, some are just plain lucky coz they dont get any of the 'symptoms' while others are just awesome-ly lasak. But wusses like me, we are flawed. bear with us as we do with you.

hope & love

12 hours on the road,

12 hours with you,

the memory of your smile,

etched in my mind,

the scent of your skin,

lingers on my shirt,

the taste of your lips,

never seem to fade

your teasing words,

words of comfort,

words of hope,

my hand in yours,

our fingers entwined,

&

i shall wait for our lives,

to share the fate of our fingers.