it's been 3 days since my last posting. really not in a good mood to write anything. so, i just ran off with Bariah to her sis place. the plan is to comfirm about our trip to christchurch.. and we ended changing our plan every hour.. but one thing for sure, i'm gonna do bungy jumping.. it's 132m high and it's gonna fork every cents of my money.. but, i dont care, i wanna scream off all the stress i've been having.

2 days staying in south Yarra cheer me up a little bit. guess, i really2 need the change (-_-).. eventually, i have to come back home.. you cannot stay at people's place for 2 days, not without yuor panty supplies.. i girl need fresh and clean panty everyday!

but what i DO DO miss is my bed.. i'm the person who always having difficulty sleeping other place than my bed.. except in lecture hall, where is was so easy for me to doze off in the middle of lecture without any help with the pillow or the sheet.

i read it somewhere from Readers digest saying that thread use for the bedding can give an effect for our bed-time. it said that our sensory system cant tell the difference between 250 and 300 thread counts. so, 250 is the best values where it indicates softness for a full night sleep.. like I care for that...

i just miss my bed .. the place where i spent mist of my times. sleeping, reading and fantasizing about someone ( hehe.. the fav part ).. here to my bed

Favourite thing No 1
My Bed : A Love Story

my bed is a lovely bed. it is not just any bed. It is a bed i assembled myself and by that i dont mean it came in a flat pack from Ikea. I bought it together with the mattress and my study table from a Singaporean girl who wanna sell all her things out before going back, in other words, it second-hand, and one of the cheapest stuff i can find and love. extravagance indeed.

Then, the bedding. I have a double bed size dovet for a single bed and fold it into two. one to cover me - obviously. the bottom one went under me so i can lie on top of this. it hard to convey the bliss of climbing in and being received by the fluffy feathery envelope (i just made it up.. i wish i got the feathery one! it's ok to imagine thing, right?).. the duvet and the mattress seems to stroke me, murmuring, You're OK now, We've got you, let it go, it's all ok, let it go all the tense, let's start dream about some handsome knights gonna save you from the fiery dragon and you gonna live happily ever after (hehe.. fairytale!)

sheets, duvert covers and pillow cases : cotton, of course. i dont have the money to but the silk one, no if i'm gonna spill my biscuit one them.. and it's TOY STORY 2.. got Buzz, Woody, Jessie and Bulls eyes.. haha.. i'm really 21? still got that kiddie feeling inside me.. my mind got polluted from my bro, hannan, who make me sit there and watch toy story everyday while he's doing his thing with my hair..

ah, that's the only i things i gonna missed when i'm away from my house.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple

Oscar Wilde,
The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I

♥ ♥ ♥ aJLa I'm no angel.. and i manage to remain alive in my own quirky way

"Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon."

*having my wickest dream come true *hint* dvz *hint*
*not to kill anyone as a doctor
*a person who can swept me off my feet