Dance, Dance, Dance

so anywhoos, the beautiful weekend has ended. Rediscovering old memories was fun whilst the breathtaking Bristol spun around as background to our journeys. Thanks for visiting dears!!! It was great fun! It's back to the grind tomorrow, but whilst it is still here, i will cherish it. There were a lot of little oddities I found amusing today.

a) A beggar lady with a perfect English accent (she could have been a nurse!) asking for change the whole length of the High Street. I feel sorry for her. Did society failed her or did she failed in herself? I don't know but I hope she has somewhere warm to sleep tonight.

b) A little old lady reading this pamphlet. "Diabetes and Sainsbury: How We Can Help You" on the train...... Do you have diabetes or does someone dear to you have it?

c) A nice young man who smiled at me and said thank you. *melts*

d)A really tough looking man with deep pink shirt and deep pink carry on. Did your wife make you use her pink stuffs as a punishment?

e)A girl clutching her puppy on the train. You made my day puppy and girl!!

f) I got out of the house early-ish for a sunday morning, and saw many people of different colours marching out of that beautiful church clutching bibles...and as I walked back late Sunday evening, I saw them going out of the church with their bibles close to their chests. It was so beautiful just to see people having faith in God still. The best part was, of course, there in a court yard I saw abang Zack, the English guy I've been swooning over for months. Okay can he not be anymore perfect? Tall, brown, gorgeous blue eyes, African flava, pious and music? He reminds me of a British version of Jason Wade, who is incidentally the most gorgeous American ever. ooohhh..... now I know that he goes to that church, I might bump into him more... *fat chance*

but of course, life has to throw something nasty at you even on a perfect day. I'm not angry, more like annoyed (or actually it is kind of amusing) when people are really stingy. I wonder how it feels like to die a very rich man because all your life you clutch to that every penny you ever had... very,very peculiar indeed. I would not like that kind of life but hey, people got to live how they want to live.

but the cherry on the cake is this.

My bad. I am weak. Kill me instead. Oh Mr Murakami you are too good.


xx

Every cloud has a silver lining.

huh........ I've been slaving over this stupid project for days on end. Wednesday came, and I was so ready for it. My powerpoint was done, the audio edits were fine, I had my lines and suddenly, BAM!!! technology (or Murphy's Law damn you Murphy!) hits me right on the face. They can't open my powerpoint, and I had to give the presentation I had been slaving night and day over WITHOUT the slides. On top of that, they wouldn't even let me finish my presentation (ckp je la dh ngantuk cis!!!). I was on the verge of tears right in front of the room. Thankfully I didn't,which would've been embarrassing.
So anyways, I was so down afterwards I decided to self-medicate myself with a lil' retail therapy.I didn't have money to spend, so I bought a tub of Sainsbury Vanilla Ice-cream (1 pound) to share with cartoon housemate and lugged this tub into 2 charity shops.

OMG! Nerding alert! BOOKs! BooKS!! as cheap as air.

I bought these:
a) The Behaviour of Moths by Poppy Adams..... her name really gets me.
b) In The Name of Roses....cuz the writer is Spanish.
c) The Autumn of The Patriach <------ currently readin
g this, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. EXQUISITE. I'm into page 25 now and THERE IS NO PERIOD. how on earth do you write a novel without a period? d) Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett... I've been looking for this text for AGES. I've had the online text bookmarked from 1st Year but why would I want to ruin the pleasure of reading Beckett's by reading it on the net? I now have a bonafide genuine vintage Beckett. For 1.50 pounds. I LOVE OXFAM.









I also manage to buy this gorgeous short-sleeved hoodie with FRILLS!


and this.....tacky but worth every penny.... it only costs 25 pence anyway....
now Ms Monroe looks over me while I sleep...it is actually rather creepy....

p/s: can i please join the nerd club now?

xoxo

Fiance's Birthday 22/07/1987

Happy birthday Fiance!!! I hope you have a good one this year. Can't believe we've never celebrated your birthday together. Oh well, it makes no sense to be all sad and down for not being able to celebrate your birthday with you. It was a long road from us skinny (or not so skinny) kids in college to where we are now, and the road doesn't stop here. We've got all of the adventures the world can offer to go through together, so I can't wait!! Anyway, yeah this is my inner girlish-ness on the guitar on a cold thursday morning. Please don't laugh. If you can listen to it until the end you memang best.

BYe!! nak pegi nerding kat library!










xx

I'm angry so I better shut up.

OI KAU INGAT KAU BAIK SANGAT KE?



OI KAU INGAT KAU NI GILE HOLIER THAN THOU KER?



GET LOST.

*marah*

I think I should change the title of this blog to guitar AND murakami addict. Just got the internet today (yeay!) and the first thing i did was NOT to check out http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/ like I usually do ,rather this is the first thing I typed in google. Haruki Murakami.

I have to meet this man. I have to. He spins words so deliciously that sometimes you forget you live in this world. When I read his books, I'll always feel like I'm walking the streets of Tokyo, rather like the cat in Kafka on The Shore. Right now I'm listening to one of his readings in Harvard a couple of years back, surprise surprise! He speaks English fluently, this small man reading in front of so many people yet his voice never quavered.

Just finished reading What I Talk About when I Talk About Running. A brilliant autobiography by Mr Murakami, this book is like a key that unlocks his brilliant mind only to those people who reads ( and understands) it. His strict life regime somewhat contradicts his characters (in my opinion at least). He's around 50 now but have been in numerous marathons and triathlons. Best of all, his running shoes are of the same brand as my running shoes----> mizuno hence I believe at a cosmic level, mr murakami and I are of the same species.Have to make notes of his writings!!!


AT LEAST HE NEVER WALKED. he never walks. no matter how tired he is he never walks.



look past the guitars, the cat and the make-ups, you will see Murakami dominating my precious novels collections. I really need more variety.

goodnite!

xoxo

Dubai

I'm in Ze lounge in Dubai now, after a filling meal ALONE and a nice shower ALONE. waaaa!!!

haih, there's the match behind me but i'm in no mood to watch football,what's with all of the CHORES and STUDYING waiting for me in Ze Bristol. I swear I'm not going to unpack until August. Penat ar.

Anyways, Dubai. Dubai is weird. I don't know why people wholly buy the glitz and glamour of Dubai. I know it's a rich country, but what's the value of the country if half of the people there are not native to that country? Heck, most workers here are not Arabs, don't speak Arab and it feels like its SOUTH EAST ASIA stuck in a desert. And for all the modern technologies Dubai has, they can't even provide proper toilets (with air-cond) in this multi award winning airport. HAH. Thank God I'm in Ze Lounge while waiting for my flight. At least they have showers (with Molton Brown Shampoo!!<3) and real towels. I was so stressed out because:
a) holiday is over
b) life is going downhill
c) all the chores that needs to be done
d)friends are back in malaysia
e) fiance is in malaysia
f) no more guitar lessons until term starts
g) have to manage bills
h) have to start studying
i) homesick
j) roomsick
k) no money to buy guitar picks...actually too lazy to go down to the music store
l)left macbook charger at home


Things are not looking good...well, at least I get to eat like there's no tomorrow here. The buffet was s0-s0....but it was all you can eat. The 'pasta with pesto sauce' is a disaster, there was not even a speckle of green in the sauce.. i think they should keep to serving middle eastern food on;y because the dill rice with morroccan lamb shanks are REALLY good. So was the middle eastern mezza. I dare not to try the Irish Stew for fear of... I don't know, maybe the Irish in front of it makes it unappetising... lol.I wanted to make it value for money so I smuggled some muffins and cakes to be eaten later...mwahahahahah! and those small can drinks + towels + complementary jam/honey.... eh boleh pass security ke nih?
... ...............................

the waiter (why is he hovering like a blue bottle fly?) is really annoying. Is he hungry or just amazed at my ability to eat? Sorry for being a greedy pig but hey, Emirates! you should have upgraded me to business class than I won't eat so much of your food!!!
i was contemplating smuggling the red rose on my table and the cute ketupat like cushions but maybe that's too much. I've already smuggled 4 glossy magazines out last time I was here.


okay I want to continue stuffing my face.

xx