Tuesday, November 16, 2010


I am wearing a red sweater because it is cold outside. Yes, I am aware it's late November which means it's already summer in Adelaide. Though, summer seems to have no impact whatsoever on Adelaide's weather. I'm telling you, Adelaide is going to be the next London, weatherwise. I have never been to London (or the UK for that matter), but all I hear when people talk about it is either the shopping or the weather. That ALWAYS come out first in conversations. Although I would have been really keen if I were given the chance to study in the UK but I am actually glad I wasn't given that chance. I would have been the most miserable person you've ever met. I probably would have sucked and sulked so bad that even the pigeons won't want to be my friends. I really need the weather to change, I want to hit the beach soon. Just to lie on the beach with a book and maybe a company. Human company I mean. Not pigeons.
Okay, time to venture into a new adventure! 4000 words essay. No matter how much people stress working life sucks and they wished they were still in uni, I'd beg to differ. I think I was built for working life. Last time I worked, I enjoyed myself. I was tired constantly yes, but I feel like I gave something back to the community. Right now I just feel spoilt and so behind. I'd feel elated to be feeling that way if I was 18, but I'm 25. People have babies at 25. They secure deals at 25. They travel the world at 25. They take up fencing at 25 (hey, whatever rocks your boat aight) and so forth. Me? I'm thinking about whether I should have dinner tonight or whether I should go out to get some coffee. Yeah. So spoilt for time, so spoilt for the abundance of responsibility.
Ya Allah, I'm not complaining. Maybe I am just a little. I am nevertheless bersyukur sangat sangat because I know in many ways I am indeed lucky. I just need this favor from you. Please, let me pass this semester and let me work already. InsyaAllah and Amin =)

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Warning: Emo post

Sometimes I just feel like telling a bunch of people how they're just so poyo. You are not that bagus, you are not that likeable, you are not all that so please spare us the bunch of crap and just be humble and unfake. Haaa kan sampai English pun boleh berterabur. We're all in our mid twenties (or early twenties) so why the need to act like you're some super Hollywood supernova?! Like everyone is just aching to know your name or some shit like that?

There's just one name for people like you and it's poyo. The kind of people who bark more than they actually bite. The kind whose life starts so late, they try to be rebellious when people already have their own careers. It's time to grow up don't you think? My typing this probably does not justify the "grow up" part, as I admit it is pretty childish (But come on, better type this here than on Facebook right).

So annoyed for nothing. All because of poyo people like you. Ish.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


Next time you indulge in self pity and think why is it that easy for people to treat you the way they do, think about how you've scarred these people and think about all the nasty things you've said about them. Words will come back to you and if you ever want to be treated the way you want to, change that behavior and attitude of yours. It's unpretty even for a pretty person like you.


For the past 2 days, I was sick, actually I still am but I got a bit better. I think it's the drive to really want to complete my assignment. So I showered in cold water and put on cold wet cloth on my forehead to get rid of the fever, ate painkillers religiously and ate one too many lozenges for my sore throat.
Here's to completing one 3000 words essay, one 2000 words essay and another 4000 words essay in two weeks!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

A thought

Sometimes, it's better to keep things unexposed because the people who really wants to get to know you would ask and seek. It's not about being 'mysterious' or 'pretentious' or other words others like to use. It's just about you being really selective on which information about yourself, that you'd like to give people, or some cases, some people only. It's this thing called privacy and your personal space. You are always entitled to that, remember that always.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

For the thrill of it

Empire of the Sun- Walking On a Dream

How can I explain
Talking to myself
Will I see again
We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me
Is it real now
When two people become one
I can feel it
When two people become one
Thought I’d never see
The love you found in me
Now it’s changing all the time
Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime
Catch me I’m falling down
Catch me I’m falling down
Don’t stop just keep going on
I’m your shoulder lean upon
So come on deliver from inside
All we got is tonight that is right till first light


My morning is not complete without a cup of coffee. I have inherently become a middle aged person whose life will not start without a cuppa. As much as it all sounds very much in vain, I realise a cup of coffee is more than just getting your caffeine fix. It's about the first sip that you take while the coffee is still hot. It's about the smell of comfort when the aroma fills your nostrils. It's about how it psyches you into staying awake, and fresh.

Amongst all types of coffee, I only have 2 favorites. Flat white or Mocha. I'm never that adventurous to try anything else. Soy latte was introduced to me by Ron and I must say, only Cibo has the best Soy latte. Soy latte elsewhere taste a bit weird, sometimes plasticky. If that is even a word. Sometimes I think, the types of coffee you choose reflects the person you are. Between the two drinks, I have ordered Mocha the most number of times. I guess it shows how fickle-minded I am; coffee or hot chocolate? Might as well combine the two! On that note, I always find people who enjoy their lattes, the ones who love to pamper themselves the most. The coffee is often silky, not too frothy and smooth. Not too strong but not too weak (of course it depends on how many shots you want in it) but overall, it would seem like the kind of coffee one would have while they're vacationing in Athens, sitting by the seaside near the port, enjoying the summer breeze. Okay, on a completely different note, I want to go to Athens!

So anyway, I am completely distracted at the moment, as I'm enjoying a very good cup of iced mocha from Madera, a small independent cafe on Rundle St. I make sure I taste the essence of every sip because trust me, it's nothing short of beautiful.