To the mountains, steed!!

...and the mother decides it would be fun if we went up a local mountian to get some fresh air...

Dear Mother,
Your daughter is a self-proclaimed city dweller. She enjoys being in a hustle bustle environment where there are gazillions of people, non of which give a d*** about one another. She is perfectly comfortable being in a building with plenty of plastic, metal & artificial decor. She cares about the environment, very much so; but that does not mean she wants to be anywhere near nature in its purest form. Therefore, dear mother, I do not constitute a mountain hike as any part of my wishlist.

Sincerely,
Daughter.

Anyhow, I still go on the trip. Reluctantly, I might add. We stop by my brother's babysitter's daughter's wedding for lunch (opportunists??) then off to Gunung Jerai. A mere half an hour's travel from my house. Takes another 20 minutes or so to get up the mountain itself to the Regency Hotel where we're staying. Since I refuse to set foot in the wilderness (read: grass), I just spend the afternoon napping in the chalet while my brother and parents go frolicking in the fields (read: I have no idea where they went. I just slept).

I guess the chalet is nice enough, the bathroom is quite unique..I just wish there was something to DO here..something that didn't involve being near to nature. Maybe flavored tea and dried fruits to be bought (read: Cameron Highlands was nicer)

Had a cold dinner of Sweedish Meatballs, lasagna & fruit salad..I can't wait to get home & into a mall...

It's like I can't breathe..cuz you're my air & you're no longer there..

To the bundle of joy who bounced into my life,

Wherever you are, I hope you are not in pain. I pray that God spares you suffering. I wish that I could be there with you, and maybe, just maybe, take away whatever discomfort that you may have.

I regret the days, months, and years we had spent apart. I had plans to make our future together. I wish you could hear them now, I wish I could say these words to you now.

You were my comfort when I had no one. My companion when people abandoned me. You loved me regardless of the sins I did to you. You, my love, were one of the most unconditional love that I have ever experienced. I regret I hadn’t time to make up to you the sins of yesterday, to hold you close in your hour of need.

I feel helpless, angry, lost. I can imagine a life away from you, yet not one without you. Forgive me my friend; I was not there for you, to listen to you as you had listened to me in my darkest hours.

People will not, and cannot understand my love for you, and my mourning for you. They do not know what it is like to be rejected by their own kind, to be kept in a cage of solitude for so long. Only you were the sunlight in my life, you gave me strength in ways no one will ever understand.

Please forgive me my friend, I have failed you. Now all I am left with is anger to those who might mock you, of our love, of the sacrifices you have made for me. I feel empty, like The House will no longer be the same without you. Indeed, it never will.

So now my friend, my companion, my saviour, I bid to you farewell. I hope you are in a better place, in the arms of Him. I will always remember you, always cherish you, and always miss you.

Goodbye, love.

Crazy bout this song =")

Can't imagine if he got away...

If you thought I couldn't be more ridiculous..

Ok, so maybe getting over Buttered Toast isn’t that easy. Especially not after what we shared..I mean, this IS butter we’re talking about. That hot, melted butter on a crisp piece of toast..that first burst of taste in your mouth on a cold rainy afternoon…ooooohhh it’s to die for!!!

But now, Buttered Toast has Jam..and it seams like I’m stuck with Pancake. Pancake’s nice, fluffy and soft..but somehow to make it that much delish, it needs BUTTER!!! Ooh how I wish I could have butter on my Pancake..unfortunately, Pancake has no butter..at least, non that I can tell of.

So how do I get over Buttered Toast when over and over again it was I who always said that it would be over soon. Maybe an undelivered letter would help.

Dear Buttered Toast,

Though I know what we shared has come to an end, and I always knew that it would…it still lingers in me the feelings that you gave me..a feeling that not many Breakfasts have been able to give.

I do not wish we could keep things the way they were. You are in no way good for my health..yet the best things usually aren’t, right?

Now I see you enveloping Jam, knowing that Buttered Toast was indeed made to be with Jam..I still feel a twinge of sadness. Perhaps I now feel what I have been trying to escape when I was with you. I now feel old again…

Someday, Buttered Toast, I vow you shall be nothing but a mere distant memory to me. But til that day comes, I still hunger for you….

Sincerely,

Sir-Rant-A-Lot.

I have a problem. (Oh don’t you always, Sir-Rant-A-Lot?)

I don’t like this new cat that came into the family. I mean, Salem was getting pretty cool before this new cat Morgana came along. Ok, so she’s cute, real pretty I mean,.has a good sense of style and is quite friendly. But somehow I just can’t seem to warm up to her. Or rather, she kind of refuses to warm up to me. I guess it’s one of those diva complexes where we’re both competing to be God knows what.

I also kind of feel like she’s taken Salem away from me. Salem and I weren’t very close in the first place, but there were those occasional times, especially after he got rid of his cancer, where I could depend on him to be there for me. I mean, even Sir-Rant-A-Lot needs a cuddle buddy at times.

Now this new cat’s lying at my feet, and I just can’t bring myself to be the chirpy happy welcoming Sir-Rant-A-Lot that I am with her..she somehow manages to shut me out and Sir-Rant-A-Lot is definitely not the type to grovel for affection. Especially when it’s from a cat by the name of Morgana.

Grr….curse you Morgana!!!! Why must thou hath cometh and taketh away from Sir-Rant-A-Lot her Salem???!!!

This is NOT good...

Ok, Sir-Rant-A-Lot has a steady special person. Let us name him "Pancake"...

Pancake is handsome, dependable, loving, kind, understanding bla bla bla...basically as close as you can get to a perfect match. Especially when the "you" here is Sir-Rant-A-Lot.

And yet.....

Sir-Rant-A-Lot has a fetish (controversy alert!!) ....and somehow no matter how Pancake tries to fulfill Sir-Rant-A-Lot's fetish he just can't...and for a long time Sir-Rant-A-Lot has been able to hold off the craving's yet eversince she met ....errr.....let us call him "Buttered Toast"...Sir-Rant-A-Lot has not been the same..it's like there's nothing Pancake can do to rid Sir-Rant-A-Lot" of what the body is screaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaming for..
"Buttered Toast" has been an undescribable..I mean, I'm not talking the usual breakfast buttered toast here...I'm talking the kind that's thick and so buttery that you can feel your arteries being clogged and yet cuz there's this wonderful taste in your mouth, you just keep taking in more and more...while you know it'll kill you and you can't really live off of buttered toast, you still feel that lingering feeling of wanting more...(ok I'm ranting..)
"Buttered Toast" has been that to me and so much moooooreee..nothing emotional, just that pure ****** pull that makes you just crave just one more time..
Oh how I wish Pancake could do that to me...but then, it wouldn't be Pancake if it did...hum


Now, i find out "Buttered Toast" has new arteries to clog and I'm like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, it's not like jealousy or anything, I mean I knew nothing would last between Sir-Rant-A-Lot and Buttered Toast...but well, when you get a taste of  the uh, pleasure Buttered Toast puts in you ...I mean your mouth,.you just can't help but wanting it all to yourself...and then you find out that it's no longer yours, I don't know..you just feel, you know?

Oh Pancake, if only you could make me want more....

I got the moves like Jagger...

...new song that's just stuck in my head nowadays...after "Love You Like A Love Song"

Menu for today:

• Breakfast: Self-made choc muffins (brought enough for the whole class!!)
• Lunch: Subway (today's special: Meatball Marinara)
• Dinner: Home-made cucoq

............those concerned, BEWAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE of my cooking. My baking's fine, it's my COOKING that makes the people familiar break a sweat ...hahahaha

FREEDOM....freedom.....free....*ok not so free...*

I'm a happy kitty now that the first round of tests are done..a few semesters back I would have been delighted to do tests than to have to prepare assignments and presentations. But ever since going through my practical training I gotta say I'm a changed bunny. (Ok, added to the fact that I now have AWESOME classmates..) I soooooo totally would rather spend hours discussing presentations and assignments..



Ok, booooooooooooooring...


So I come back home, kick back and let go a few zzz's...and it's time for muffin making!!! They turned out YUMMIlicious and can't wait to take 'em to class tomorrow..

Urges

Timeline: Midterm tests

Ok, done with 4 tests in 2 days!!!! Not done yet..I still have another test tomorrow AND another the day after that. Huh Faculty really thinks we're that tough huh??? BRING IT ON!!!


Imagine the craze I just went through these past few days cramming for 4 tests at one go...and now that I just finished them...I need a release...


Release????



....use ur imagination ladies... *wink wink*

It's raining..it's pouring...my ****** is paining...

I cannot find words to describe how I LOVE to sleep...the best time to sleep??? Obviously in the mornings, sleeping in!!!

but....

Life can't be wasted on your snoozes, right?? Besides, I have my midterms coming this weekend!!! *PANIC*  (yet here you are, updating your totally unpopular blog..)

So I say to myself, "Sir-Rant-A-Lot, tomorrow you shall wake up early, and commence with your studies for it is this Saturday that you start battle with the Midterms...."
Strategy: turn off the fan after Subuh prayers so that even if  (IF?????) I drift back to my beautiful slumber, I would still awake early because it'll be hot...



*EPIC FAIL*



It was a cold morning, and it had rained all through the night...so, hardly any morning sunshine and it was pretty cold until noon...



Now it is 4:08 in the afternoon and I am ranting away trying to convince myself that after I do this, I WILL go and study....

...sure, I'm the bad guy..

So yesterday I get up bright and early for a day out with my DLB (decade long beloved)..might I mention here that work 6 days a week, hate waking up early in the morning & it's a SUNDAY????


anyways.....



I get up, get dressed & walk out the door at 8.15am, catch the bus over to KL where DLB greets me 15minutes late (Read: an eternity) but nvm, we go out to McD for my promised big breakfast and somehow manage to spend almost two hours just having breakfast. Then, off to Lot 10, Bintang Walk, Sungai Wang, Pavillion and finally Times Square.. a lot to cover in a day considering me & DLB could spend a whole day just shopping for groceries at Tesco.


So I come home, 10 something at night, tired as can be..knees wobbling and body aching, but I straight away start cooking for tomorrow's lunch. I fill my water bottle and take the electric kettle to boil water to refill the jug and..........................



BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


water spews out of the kettle and floods my tiny kitchen. Great. I leave the house for ONE day and I end up with a broken kettle. Thanks homies...



of course, no one admits they were the last ones to use it, so as I am washing my rice I think of the best way to settle the problem..


So I say to them "Since I wasn't anywhere near the house the whole day and the kettle was obviously fine the night before, it can only mean that it got broken while I was gone. Now i don't want to point fingers or side with anyone as it just isn't fair..so here's how we'll settle it. Between the three of you who were here the whole day, discuss and find a conclusion amongst yourselves so as to how and who is going to replace my kettle. All I want to know is that it is replaced."



And now, two out of the three are in non-speaking mode with me.


So let's get the facts straight:



I own the kettle.
The kettle was used while I wasn't around.
I wasn't around to break the kettle.
I refuse to buy a new one.
I refuse to hear the whole "she said, he said" debacle
I want my kettle replaced.


So obviously, (in light of the silent treatment I am currently receiving) I am in the wrong..




Agreed, people??