*bam* 

reality hits me.

college resumes in three days.

 rats…

haha…

you’ve guessed it. i’m an addict.

the fact is poker ain’t just about gambling and one’s luck. it’s about making spontaneous judgements that will ultimately bring others to their demise; evaluating one’s ability to manipulate responses of others.

as biased as it may sound, it is undeniable one can learn much from poker.  

and these are words of an accidental infatuated poker addict.

#

surprisingly, my last days as an addict are over. 

haha…

but i could use a few hands sporadically.

*smirks*

’nuff said.

it could be a result of being overwhelmingly desperate for distinctive achievements of some sort. it could also be to prove that i was previously unjustly graded. whatever it is…

i wish things were different…

what the hell was i thinking?!

it just proves that life is not all perfect.

# 

anyways, i found an archive of a friend’s old blog posts.

and it was hellishly brilliant!

damn!

his POVs are way beyond my descriptive abilities…

rats!

haha…

i realised how much he has evolved and how important canada played a part in facilitating the process. he wouldn’t be who he is now if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to fly there even before he finished high school.

*

well, my foolishness caused me a much today. and i wish that history won’t keep repeating itself.

i hate myself sometimes…

period.  

anyways, when things got a little better about a week ago, came ‘em shit loads of assignments to haunt my supposed pleasant weekends.

due to the repercussions of embracing high levels of oppression from the previous semester, i’ve been somewhat unproductive lately. the mind wanders off, circumnavigating in realms way beyond reality. felt as if the brain’s been plagued with some disease that spreads faster than ‘em shiitake mushrooms. at the rate that it’s going, i’ll be zombified even before i can utter…

ah, nevermind…

for now, i wish for nothing more than being able to survive the dreaded short semester…

*fingers crossed*

 #

# 

sis was back since wednesday for an event; her first corporate trip and her homeland it was.

well, at least she got to bunk over at westin’s for a couple of days. "the cheapest 5-star hotel in the area", she claimed.

haha…

figures.

needless to say, she extended her stay. it could be to please mom and dad. it could also be on the fact that she missed them both. either way, i’m pretty sure it was also for the sake of ‘em malaysian food!

* 

went to imbi for breakfast: meat bone tea. the fat bone was most addictive. sis became a fan. *cheers*

then, it was the curve…

till about 1 p.m., we left to pick up the youngest member in the family; class was till 1 p.m.

and it was one utama not long afterwards.

lunch was at vietnam kitchen; since dad never had a mouthful of ‘em vietnamese dishes before.

lunch was messy, thanks to a platter dish. dad and both sis had rice noodles. soup. soup. and soup. *shudders*

i downed a serving of beef brisket with tomato sauce; they no longer serve me duck porridge.

both mom and dad fancied ‘em vietnamese coffee.

lunch ended an hour later.

i was in subang by 5.

and i napped till 7.

 -

despite of having a sitting on tuesday, the subject has yet to be covered. i’m so dead.

 ~tunisian eggplant with roasted tomatoes spaghettini

 ~ hot honey lemon tea

~ classic chocolate brownie w. watermelon and lychee frost

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headed home when the lecture was about to start just then.

stepped foot at bangsar for some snacks before the movie.

the anticipated movie was at 2.30 more or less.

but, it was decided that the movie was the opportunity cost for the day.

# 

so, minutes later…

it was…

zara.

found myself a pants; baby said it was time that i start shopping again.

i had a long pause, see…

and… 

let’s just say that i was more or less an addict… *proud*

anyways,

back to where i was…

the pants.

a long, pin-stipe, flat front, dark gray pants with more polymers in it than a synthesized condom.

haha…

ok, i was a bit over back there. 

well, i didn’t pay for it; it was chinese-born spanish. it wasn’t worth 200 bucks.

then,

it was… 

forever21.

dorothy perkins.

topshop.

and

fcuk. 

there was a sale in ralph lauren.

undoubtedly, i went in.

saw this checkered shorts which was rather cheap. but it was in a shade of blue that does not seem to atract me much.  

soon afterwards, there was no where else to go and it felt like lunch. 

i suggested paddington house of pancakes. baby said she had delicious by ms. read in mind.

~

the ambience was rather inviting. though their salads and burgers seemed delightful, it was tunisian eggplant with roasted tomatoes and spaghettini for us. baby said it was much better than last sunday’s trip to chillis in bangsar.

i couldn’t agree more…

the chocolate brownie we had was unimaginably delicious; it was perfectly done and appropriately heated up to the range of 40-50 centigrade, topped with some chocolate sauce and a scoop of ‘em vanilla ice-cream. i reckon it tastes better than nydc’s though i have yet to try it.

frankly, it was worth the price. the food was commendable and the way the food was presented was just the way i like it. 

here’s an illustration…

baby’s hot honey lemon tea was served in modern white porcelain; the honey was conveniently placed beside the teacup, to be added later by the acquirer to his/her preferrence.

and…

there were two slices of biscotti placed on the oblong saucer.

magnifi-que!

baby loved the place…

we’ll be heading there for lunch again, next week.

* 

about an hour later and continued shopping till it was almost 5.

i dropped her off at her place 40 minutes later.

enough said… 

damn… 

*shakes head in disbelief*

that makes me one hell of a loser, doesn’t it?

# 

well, we found some time to watch a couple of ‘em movies within the past month after that long break…

hope there will be more to come before she leaves for singapore in august.

uhhh… 

enough said.

haha… 

my blog is extremely dull.

*

it’s a factual statement, that’s what it is.

haha…

although the fact surprisingly does not seem to bother me at all, it bothers the people around me.

# 

jen:"eh, how come you don’t update your blog anymore ah?"

me:"erm… i do. just didn’t have much time lately…"

jen:"you like only post one entry a year."

me: "uh…"

*wow…checkmate.* 

 #

despite what she said wasn’t all true, i was pondering over it for a while. before this, i have full awareness that i don’t update my blog; in fact i am quite a boring person. sometimes, i myself don’t understand why the frequency of me updating my blog is somewhat incomparable to ‘em usual bloggers. previously, i use to take my blog as a means of caching my POVs electronically so that it will be easily accessible. which explains why the number of posts i have in my blog does not exceed the number of ‘em fingers, that is. at times, when i actually sat down with the intention to post something, i ended up with nothing in my blog but a library of cookies in my system.

 #

i have to do something about it.

no, seriously.

i ought to.

* 

 e: "koonjinmenn, how come you don’t update your blog already ah? if like that, why wanna have blog?"

me: "uh… for fun, i guess?"

~

i’ll heed Darwin’s POVs on evolution and try some experiments on myself.

haha…

enough said. 

most people think it is not possible…

i was nearly convinced.

but,

i drew back and held onto my beliefs.

it’s evident that they’re wrong.

#

it’ll soon be four significant years. albeit having times of endless unwanted arguments, she bore with me; my occasional stupidity. my immense ego. my inconsumable temper. i did something in the past. which i wasn’t really proud of, that is. despite the horridness, she stood by me.

we grew up together.

and shared unimaginable plethoric memories…

no doubt, we do hurt each other. and there are times, it hurts so much, the pain disperses from the cardiac tissues, sending agonizing impulses through my veins.

in spite of all that, she never fails to brighten my dullest days.  

my fondness towards her will stay for as long as i live.

why do humans have endless dependencies?

forget our survival dependencies on molecular resources like oxygen and hidrogen.

but,

why do we have such high nutrimental dependencies?

*scratches head in confusion*

#

surprisingly, i find it hard to understand why humans need to feed themselves three times a day-excluding them occasional munchies in-between meals and the likes, that is. it is frustrating especially when it comes to the decision-making process; one has to decide on the choice of meals to cater to the day’s apetite, given the diverse choice of nutriments available. to make matters worse, the frustration maxes out when one is circumscribed to an area where the choices of delectable food are limited and where financial restrictions coherently exists. in truth, impeccable dishes comes with high prices. damn…

unimaginably, to decide on the choice of a meal is never an easy task; there is the quality, the appetite and the wallet to be considered. 

come to think of it. why must we have the ability to distinguish impeccable dishes from the inedible?

figures…