This beautiful concoction of an affogato is beautiful. PERFECT for all occasions; chill-out/gloomy/shitty/crappy or a happy day. Have one today at your nearest coffee house. Satisfaction? Guaranteed. 

lately i realized i haven't had indian rojak in AGES gahhhh.

click this link: Uhmazin Indian Rojak

I've been a loyal customer to No.4 aka taman bahagia indian rojak since I was a lil kiddo. My dad used to bring me thre quite often until we were frequent customers whre d uncle immediately recognized us. Now, or rather a year ago, I went back there again and nothing's changed; a weathered white truck parked at the side of the field, patrons lounging on plastic stools or sitting under the gazebo with their rojaks, pigeons flapping here and there and the cemented playground stood forlornly in the centre, awkwardly being the subject of patrons' gazes as they wait for their rojaks to be prepared.

The only thing changed was the Uncle manning the rojak store. Dad went up to him and asked what happened to the previous uncle? Dia sudah balik india la, said the current one. :( oh wells. but still, the legacy of this rojak stall lives on. Im gona visit it Soon!!!

Lately, I found myself having little patience for people who ask really dumb questions, or questions they didn't think through and just blurt it out. -.- Or questions that have just 1 answer: a big fat obvious DUH. Does it hurt to think first before blurting out? -.-

Does this mean I'm becoming impatient, ie through ageing comes impatience? Or am I slowly becoming like one of those adults who cannot tolerate immaturity? Or, have I become more mature at this age? Sigh. 

But think about it; a young adult, say 23-26 years old asking ridiculous questions really makes you look at him/her, roll your eyes and go, 'seriously? he/she is really asking me this question at THAT age?" This is a major faux-pas in the working world. My parents, bro and older friends have told me this many times since they've tasted more salt than I've eaten rice.

Likewise I myself too have a lot to learn and improve as I grow older. This is a difficult transition for teens to shift into the young adults' world as there's a lot to learn and to take in. It's a gradual process and not an instant one-night miracle. With that being said, I'm thankful to my family and my older friends who've taken the initiative to correct and rebuke me in my transitioning years (am still in the transitioning phase k), for my own good. I duno what I'll be like without them. Maybe without them I'll still be asking questions like, "So, is Msia a democratic country?" Hee. 

Happy week 11th of Year 3, Sem 2.

death and all his friends*

Did I ever mention I'm a huge Coldplay fan? Somehow their songs suit my mood and my personality most of the time. I heart them for their unique musical talent. Love love love. To get into the ethereal mood, listen to them in the early mornings or late nights. Their music makes my emotions come to life, flowing through my veins and awakening thoughts and flashbacks...almost like a music drug. Absolutely brilliant stuff.

 I wana go for their concert before I turn old.  

*a song from their album, Viva la vida. 

unbroken

Four days ago, I saw this book lying on my room desk that I bought frm kinokuniya weeks ago and I told myself not to pick it up to read or else I'll never put it down. But it was a good decision because the book is so compelling that it's a page-turner on its own. Introducing the amazing book, Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. 

Status: Highly Recommended. Rating: 9/10. This book is so gripping that despite my busy schedule, I devoured it in 4days and honestly I thought I would take maybe a week to finish it because this book is thick and its words are small. But you know it's a good book when you absolutely can't put it down and you're turning page after page to know what happens to the guy in the picture, Louie Zampirini. 

A true story of a rascal who grew up to be an Olympian runner and then a soldier who got cast away in the sea for forty days, got captured by the Japanese and was tortured, enslaved and then escaped the Jap soldiers, became a drunkard and how, in the end, he survived ALL. Hence the title, Unbroken. A very, very inspiring and captivating book that I highly recommend. It has easily become one of my favourite books. :) am still reeling from its brilliantly crafted story.

Week 10 is here and oh, I got smk bukit bintang, boys' school as my teaching practical place. Yay or nay, all I can say is I am thankful for a nearby school and a good and understanding supervisor. May God leadeth me through this journey.

In the midst of busyness, stop and find peace.