Getting to the point

We baked cookies last weekend, five types of them, about 2 or 3 three batches each all in two days. We even managed to bake two walnut cakes for Raya. Add that with some last minute shopping for shoes (not for me, sadly), we are all spent.

I've less than two hours to pack, clean up and leave for Kedah and I am nowhere near done. I haven't even started yet, and it's already 7.00 pm. I fell asleep some time at five and just woke up thinking it was 7 in the morning instead. Fail. I'll be celebrating Raya in Kedah and I'll be there till the 4th, I think. I miss my cat already, we had to send her to the vet and she made quite a fit.

I think it's past the time to break fast. I shall retire.

To everyone, have a safe and happy Eidulfitri.

The final week

I've been neglecting this and my books, failing to do just about everything. I made a research on my condition and found that it is true; I have a sleeping disorder called Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. Could've been worse, but I'm slowly trying to change my sleeping schedule so help me god.

Life has been nothing but stressful here in campus as the finals are nearing keeping both lecturers and students busy with last minute quizzes and consultation hours, not to mention the sleepless nights and disappointing pre-graduation services. Uia needs to do some serious updating on their database, and their horrid rules. School is testing us to the limits; perhaps a good break is what we need.

I saw a lovely pair of gladiator sandals but it is beyond reach. I've spent most of my money in the bank and now I am feebly trying to minimize my spendings but I think I am failing miserably. My crave for a Mc Donalds' Double Cheese Burger Mc Value Meal is crazy but I am too poor to afford one. I have left the old and I am now a proud user of an entirely different network; it is too good a bargain to be ignored. I have not been in the best of moods; I am easily agitated and I find myself doing the same mistakes, although purely unintentional, again and again that it pisses not only the other but myself as well.

It's not to late to change, I hope. I must retire now, my eyes are droopy and my mood is deteriorating.


Oh, and something else...

Diarrhoea is very much like vomit; they come out like water, they stink and they both hurt - both the anus AND throat (not simultaneously though).

Don't you think so?

The booklist

I got two new books yesterday that delighted me in so many ways I just felt like doing a book post. The book I ordered finally arrived and I found the one Wawi told me about.

So I got these now:

And I want all of these !!!








And of course, I want to complete my Lemony Snicket Collection :)

Ah, such an Austen fan I am. And Lemony Snicket too, for that matter. Perhaps then I will read Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights. Yes, bring me the classics! And then perhaps I'll hunt down for more Sarah Dessen-like books. Yay me. I can't wait to get started :D

Tuesdays with Morrie

I've been feeling edgy and moody all week. Emotional and unbalanced, like something's missing. Something was missing. It was you. We were too busy to talk let alone see each other and when we did meet, we spent half the time shutting our lips and talking in our heads trying hard not to say the wrong things although evidently, we did.

The upcoming events on my calendar didn't help make it easier either, the stress gets worse each day and the disappointment I feel for myself grew because I could not fulfill my own goals, even the simplest ones. I'm learning to be less needy and clingy, to know when to push and pull and most importantly, to understand. Whatever the reason for its happening, I am trying to be stronger, to withstand, to accept. And I'm trying hard this time not to fail myself.

How I miss our Tuesdays. That one hour of peace every week that I can have with you, the one I look forward to every single time. The drinks, the place and time, no matter how short it was, it was good enough. Beggars can't be choosers, and I liked it a lot, even if it's only happens for while. It didn't matter, it could be anywhere as long as you are there. There will be no more Tuesdays from now on, for a long while.

Saying it is never enough but it will have to do. For now.


I miss you, more.

Better in time

I've deleted all posts with his name on it or has anything to do with him, so you can see that my archives are now a lot less than it was before. No matter, I don't need those posts to remind me of the past. I know who I am and that's good enough. I've been feeling vulnerable lately, perhaps due to the sleeping schedule and unstable hormones. Probably.

The way I deal with it is by cleaning up, rearranging things or doing my chores, something like that. Perhaps the change of scene helps me deal with it. I've thrown away everything, deleted all pictures and evidence and now the blog posts. The only thing stopping me before was uhm... the archive? or something like it. What's left now are the thoughts and old stuff.





Perhaps the only thing I need to do now is learn how to let go, and get my sleeping schedule back on track, of course.

The first day

It's already 5 and I haven't packed for school yet. I haven't done anything productive over the past four days. I've wasted many hours on the laptop and doing everything and nothing. Anyways, will be breakfasting with the family tonight before heading back to campus. I'm glad I decided to come home, yay me. I'm waiting for Abah to get back then we shall go to the Bazaar Ramadan (spell check there!)

The newsletter is done! YAY. I've printed and photocopied a few copies and will photocopy a whole lot more tomorrow morning at STAD. Hooray people, we did it! Anyhow, I bought myself a new pair of earrings (after god knows how long) and a new tank top. I want to go shop for more but I don't think it's possible anytime soon.

And because I know it's wrong earlier on and also because Syukri wrote quite an angry post about it and something else, I shall spell it correctly now. No no, no long messages here buddy.


Happy Ramadan :)



*Kalau nak hantar kad raya, mintaklah alamat. AHAHA ;)