Monday, March 30, 2009

hangat-hangat tahi ayam...Not!

oh i think this blog celebrates its first birthday this month. i'm impressed with myself.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

time, it just flies

in the past two weeks; i have made pancakes with the bunch. without any experience or recipe we churned out yummy chocolate and cheesey melty little things. i have made my way through the many many bulmers that cluttered my fridge. i have satisfied my craving for good south indian thosai, even though my dulled taste buds could barely handle the spicy chilli-ness. i have trudged all the way to leicester square close to midnight, only to find him wandering the aisles looking rather depressed. to buy or not to buy (an itouch)-he has a U2 special edition classic already. i have gotten off my arse and finally seen my gp. i now have 3 months worth of medication, hurrah!i sat with him in william hill as he took me through the abc's of horse betting. i have slogged through my coursework just so i can laze away my weekends. i have religiously walked up to the gym through rain and shine in my effort to be determined. i have indulged in the sweetest of sweet indian goodies, from ladhus to palkovas to payasam, heavenly. i have attended a session on spirituality and success on my own free will and was really impressed. hmmm...i guess now i know where my time goes.

i lost an hour today

because of the confusion surrounding the start of daylight saving hours, i wound up standing in front of the security guard, hair tousled, oversized t, bathroom flip flops, unbrushed teeth and bleary eyed at half past 12 instead of eleven thirty. stupid stupid stupid. the overnight forms had already been stamped late. stupid. i stood there trying to plead my case to no avail. stupid. i hate silly rules. but i sure am going to miss the halls one way or another when we move out. strangely, it has become home. arghh.

monday blues

i hate sunday nights. i hate sunday nights. oh i hate sunday nights so terribly much. it brings a joyous three days spent reveling in little delights to an abrupt end. the tornado that descends upon my little room packs up and leaves amidst whining and wingeing. i am no longer in the eye of the storm, and the world starts spinning again. oh how dreary mondays are. i hate sunday nights.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

On Articulate

the simplest words can confuse and befuddle me when i'm thinking under pressure. somethings were described in the weirdest ways, with swinging hand motions and exasperated expressions. some of us would just repeat the same sentence on loop while the poor partner would sit miserably on a different wavelength. playing articulate into the wee hours of saturday sure was good fun. some funky descriptions :

" the reverse of fucking".... unscrew (action)
"how well do you know mariah carrey?"......butterfly! (nature)

Friday, March 20, 2009

Down under

every time i see photos of australia; the sunshine, the flip flops and singlets, i wonder what the hell i'm doing in dull, dreary london. for the greater good.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

8 hours of miscalculations later

nothing beats a cold magners when there's faim to be done.nothing.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Les Miz

despite our valiant efforts to be on time, we ended up jogging/running all the way from holborn to the theatre so that we didn't miss the opening scene. side-stepping human traffic all the way, we managed to get there on time.

Les Miserables lived up to its reputation. with a rather male dominated cast and minimalistic props, it evoked just the right emotions at the right times. aimran was actually sniffling beside me as the story drew to an end. another musical, and once again, a very contented me. :D

Monday, March 16, 2009

the dreams,

they just never stop. it's scary how intricate and complex they are. how my mind has sorted out every little nitty-gritty detail with proper rationale and logic. the time lines are sensible, the stories that unfold while i'm deep in slumber have little dots in them. each that can be connected back to my conscious life, disturbingly so. the thought of awaking and facing reality was terribly unimaginable. that's how i managed to sleep 17 hours straight with no trouble at all.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Aimran, at Hi-sushi

"If i ever own a buffet outlet, you guys are the last people i would want there. Even if I had no customers."

Malaysians at heart, we did the sushi buffet justice. No, justice is an understatement.

Friday, March 13, 2009

weeding out a kitchen rat

some sneaky thing/things have been raiding refrigerators that do not belong to them and stealing food from kitchens on floors they do not live on. i hate people who lack a conscience. worse still are those whose conscience slowly disappear with each puff of the magic dragon while their apetite grows by leaps and bounds. that's when food starts disappearing. the lady at the reception desk says she has a bottle of rat poison...if anyone ever needs it.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Monstrous i Am

the apetite has a life of its own. nothing seems to satisfy me enough, i just keep wanting more. i am like a bottomless pit. the only thoughts i have while wolfing down one thing is what can i can have next. i just keep wanting more. oh oh. trouble.