The Reason

'Why do u smoke?,' the girl asked as she watched the newly transformed dude she had previously met a few days ago plopped himself hard on the grass. She remained on the bench. His new image fitted him perfectly. He looks cool now as opposed to, well, nerdy.

'Smoking, makes me calm,' the dude said as he took out a cigarette and lights it. Dunhill. The girl made a mental note of the dude's brand preference. Observing people's interests is a habit of hers.

'I'm always thinking - when I'm talking,when I'm drawing,- even when I'm praying. Smoking relaxes me a bit'. He took a puff and paused probably enjoying the effect the nicotine is doing to his body. 'Do tell me if the smoke annoys you' he said as he slowly relaxes into a sleeping position.

'Nah, it's okay. I'm used to it. You think too much,' she smiled. 'You need to stop smoking you know' she continued. He stared blankly at her. 'I need a reason to'. She burst out laughing.

'How can you be so happy all the time?' The girl laughed again, bewildered by his remark. What the hell? You have no idea what I've been through.

'Dude, I'm not happy all the time. You know what's going on - '

'Ya, but I mean like right now - You're like the only girl that laughs at my jokes and well, basically everything that I said.'

'Haha... Well, I laugh a lot. I guess I'm a very optimistic person'. He gave a half-hearted nod.

'Teach me how not to think so much'

Haha. Absurd. 'Well, (she shrugged) you just got to know when to turn it on and when to turn it off'.

'Ah...I see.So why dont' you have a boyfriend?' He smiled, finally. That question completely caught her off guard but she let out a harty laugh nevertheless.

'Because nobody wants me'

'Oh come on-'

'No, I'm serious. Nobody wants me,'

' What if I say I want you?'

'What the hell? You're desperate for a girlfriend aren't you? Why do you even need a girlfriend?

'I told you remember? So that I have someone to fall back. Who will be there for me -

'Ya, but can't your friends do that?'

'Nah, you see - (he got up and sat beside her) Okay, let's take smoking for example. I have a family right? (she nodded) So they would of course try to stop me, but they would eventually stop trying to. There will be a time where they just give up. And, friends. Yes, they will try to stop me and they will be there for me but they won't always be there and they too, will stop telling me not to do things. And besides, they have their own problems-' He came to an abrupt stop. His left hand reached down into his left jeans pocket for his handphone. A message. He thought and after making a quick glance at the screen for the name of sender, he quickly stuff it back in.

He proceeded.'So that's family and friends. They will stop telling you what to do. So, who do you think will not stop?' A smile crept on the girl's face. The answer was obvious. 'Your partner...or your spouse,' he said without waiting for her reply. 'Do you think your partner would just calmly watch you smoke? No right?' He paused, reflecting what he'd just said. 'So that's why I need someone. I need a reason to do things', he took out another cigarette. She sighed. 'Stop that' she said, eyeing dissaprovingly at the cigarette in between his fingers. He smiled. 'Marry me then'.

Nice Coconut

Tesco Nice Biscuits

Pros

• Nice packaging, simple (first impression counts)
• Cheap
• Packaging was easily teared off and apparently recyclable as stated
• Nutritional value is based on 1 biscuit (great for diet freaks)
  

Cons

• ANTS! (Ants sprout out when I unwrapped the biscuit.Maybe the foil was too thin, allowing ant intrusion)

Taste

• Coconut...with sugar sprinkled on top. Quite nice.

Definitely not for coconut haters.

PS: Am I turning into a Tesco advocate?

Time for Myself

Time off. That's what I needed. Although the stress hasn't got to me I knew that it's slowly brewing somewhere in my head. Better let it out before it takes hold of me and I explode. Internal management at the pre-crisis stage.

Instead of going home on that day, I hopped on to the bus to IOI accompanied by another friend who is equally stress if not more. We both needed to clear our heads. Sometimes I think we, humans just worry too much. Unnecessary worrying is never good for the mind and soul.

As we disembarked from the bus, her bus to UO stopped directly behind our bus. I automatically bid her goodbye. A tiny look of concern dawn upon her face as the thought of living me alone to venture on this escapism hit her. I did not have to do much to convince her that I will be okay wandering around all by myself, because the minute I said that I'll be fine she had dashed for the bus. Ever the lipas kudung.

So there I was. Alone in a huge mall. How dreadful. Nah, I was fine. I love exploring alone actually. Of course having a companion or two or more would be nice but sometimes you need to have time for yourself - 'Me Time'.

If you plan to spend your 'Me Time' without any disturbance, it is highly recommended that you keep away from any beauty store especially the ones that have no customers. I made the mistake of stepping into one of the stores and have suffered the consequences.

I went to Stila on the pretext of just 'looking around'. After a mere 2 seconds of stepping into the store, the store attendant who was obviously busy at the time of my entrance quickly made her way to me. I knew she was busy for a grain of white rice was visible on her upper lip which was decked in a a shade of pink. I could not determine however if it was Stila's lipstick as I am not accustom to the world of cosmetics. Apparently, the not so young lady was in the midst of having dinner. Ah, poor her. But all traces of sympathy started to evade after a few minutes into our conversation. She gave me an inquiring look.

' I'm just looking around,' I said with a smile and proceeded to stare blankly at the array of foundations available on the counter. None of them make sense to me.

' Are you looking for foundation?'
'No, I'm just looking around,' clearly she was deaf.

'What about lipstick?,' she persisted as she randomly picked a lipstick and started making markings on my hand. ' Lipstick you must try first on your hand so you can see the colour,'
O-kkkay... I thought as she continued to mark my right hand with shades of pink and purple. She looked like she was enjoying herself so I dare not tell her to stop.



Once satisfied with her work of art, she looked up, expecting me to say something. Once again I repeated 'I'll just look around'. I did one round of inspection of the store (ah perfumes..fake eyelashes..) before dashing out albeit in a civilized and casual manner. Ah...Freedom.

The rest of my 'Me Time' was spent at the clothing stores. In and out I went, feeling the fabrics, and scrutinizing garments which are hanged on the many hangers. The folded ones I dare not touch. The poor sales attendant would have to fold them again. I finally, entered Nichi. Nichi is probably my favourite store only because they have wonderful dresses at affordable prices. However, according to a friend who obviously has more knowledge regarding fashion, Nichi's prices differs from one store to the other. Which simply means that if the garment being sold at IOI is cheap, it won't be cheap at Pavilion. Here I quote the knowledgeable friend 'Gila discriminate kot...' Indeed. Note to self: Shop at cikai places.

Camwhoring is an integral part of my life now thanks to my very first camera phone which was given by my mother after SPM. Since then, I've discovered the wonders of photography. I take pictures of anything that tickles my fancy and apparently I, myself, have also become the object of my own admiration. Funny. I have never seen myself as a narcissist. Hmm... Anyway, so I did surreptitiously camwhored in the dressing room.





Once satisfied with the pictures, I left with no purchases in tow. Even though I absolutely love the dress, there is no logical explanation for me to purchase it for I have no reason to wear it. Wearing it to class would be to - how shall I put it? Overdress, perhaps? My daily wardrobe basically consists of jeans and t-shirts. Occasionally, I would throw in a bright blouse or anything that's a little bit fancy. Wearing that dress for outings or dinners would be great but unfortunately my social life is restricted to just the confinements of my home. So, I shall admire that dress (and myself haha) from the pictures that I've taken.

I had dinner at Old Town, where I finally tried the Hazelnut coffee. Not bad. Not bad, indeed. I shall try the other beverages on my next visit. I plan to try everything that is available on the menu if possible. Experimenting is a great way of spending your free time.

All and all, I have had a very relaxing day. Not once did my mind think of anything that is related to my life. Even though it was only for 2 hours, it was indeed beneficial. Crisis curbed.

Tested!

Just nice. Not too sweet.
Will try other Tesco products.

Sakais at Sakae

Location: Sakae Sushi
Date: Approximately a week ago
Description: Sakais eating sushi

Raw salmon

Revenge of the Sakai

Enoki Niku Maki
beef wrapped with mushroom

Nameless edibles
I forgot what they're called

Saucer and sauce

Racist iPhone

iPhone is fucking racist. It can only bluetooth with other iPhones.

- bloodyhoney

Bagus anak Papa

U ambik Islamic Studies...? Alhamdulillah... Bagus anak Papa.

- My Papa

I told him it was a LAN subject but he was too happy to realize what a LAN subject is.