Stress will either make me run away from that place, write or doing something impromptu.. . In this case, I vented out by drawing using something that I've never used before- chalk pastel :P (The flower comes from a PV- Ashita no Kioku)
And this is my new toy chalk pastel XDD I used them on the mounting board (the black board)
Every adult has child-like and childish character Seriously No matter how hard they try to pretend not to It's there Seriously
I want to write... I want to continue Escape... a sequal, or make it an ongoing one... I think the stress in PH made me feel like writing It has always been like that... stress => writing I just don't have time to spend the entire night writing!
I want to go home. Sunday is HIP but I think I'll go home tonight- haven't been back for 3 weeks and I'm homesick already Even for one night (and borrow my bro's D60 for the programme)
On the side-note, we're moving to Kuala Terengganu! *Yay!*
This entry is inspired by Arashi no Shukudai-kun's food segment (I think the food in there actually pushed me to do this)[Until there's an official page of where I can report my own food 'shukudai', I'll do it here] Last Friday, Amal and I decided to try the food in Bayou (we've been eying the Mushroom Fettuccine for quite a while) I'm not sure where else they have Bayou... but the one in Alamanda is love ^^
Somehow, the veggies of the day had some parts burnt a bit... this one is saute and sprinkled with salt and pepper
Left: Mushroom Fettuccine... A bit dry, but there are a lot of mushroom and that itself made us happy. Right: Dessert- Poached Peach... Sorbet-like dessert with vanilla ice-cream. The ice-cream actually soothes the acidic taste of the peach... somehow, if that makes sense
It came, slowly building in... Reached the highest peak at one point and the bubble was burst with happiness A few moments later, after huge sparkle spreading amidst the darkness like 'hanabi' on the dark night sky ... everything was lost...
Now it's empty... Like wave crashing down, smashing the white sand away, Disrupting the harmony of the once peaceful pattern...
Now... confusion set in... Behind the mask was hurt... Penetrated deep, Betrayed Like it was not worth it Especially when the feeling is like being left out
To leave or not to leave? To open door and and give in to being soft-hearted? There's a small voice, asking for a second chance But the hurt that remains is still quite painful
I guess I've been on hiatus for too long I missed writing Being in Sepang, it's almost feel like isolation... except, I have another 14 people with me Maybe Public Health is just not an area of medicine for me...
Sleeping at 3 a.m. almost everyday? Isn't that normal now? A friend asked how do I function... truthfully, I don't know... :P
In any way, I'll probably start writing here again... It will probably sound different this time around... I think And I'm thinking of revamping the whole layout too... or maybe that can wait... till I can find some time to really sit down and concentrate on this. At the moment, I have mountains of work, pending... and it's giving me headache already...
The new title? It's aspired from (or more like direct translation of) 'Ashita no Kioku' I like it... So I think I'll stick with that for a while... (But I hate the current banner... I'm changing that later on too)