This morning, I desperately wanted to clean the garden and I did. Have the landlord coming next week! Well, not really, I've been meaning to do it for quite some time and only finally went to my neighbours to borrow his shears. I started sweeping the sides of the house and start getting rid of the climbing roses. Let's hope my landlord won't kill me for sawing the roses down, I just couldn't take it anymore!!
p/s: Just for the record, I wrote this blog on Friday but posted it only on Saturday because I didn't finish it.
About Yani
- Yani
- Looe, Cornwall
- obsessed with movies, books and socks. sucker for old songs and good-looking men. coffee addict. loves her white freelander. loves her looe home. loves sabah. loves her family and friends, A LOT! carnivore. sometimes thinks that she is a genius (not!) has excellent taste when it comes to shoes. believes that education should be free for all. not-so-hardcore environmentalist, but recycles as much as she can and avoid using plastic bags at the supermarket
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Thursday, 2 December 2010
Day off..
Having a weekday off is an awesome thing. You get to do your grocery shopping when it is less busy, go to the bank when it is open, go to the cinema when you can get two tickets for the price of one - in short, everything is doable and takes shorter time just because everybody else is at work! Yeay!
My favourite is of course, grocery shopping. And my favourite store, is Morrisons. It is the best. I've grown up loving it (grocery shopping, and I suppose Morrisons too) because my parents pretty much let me pick up what I want at the store, as long as I eat and finish what I picked up.
Now that I am an adult and living on my own, I can pick up whatever the heck I want. Two cartons of CocaCola, three bags of lightly salted crisps, two boxes of fish fingers, and so on. Yes it is a list of junk food, and yes, I eat them a lot. But who is going to say anything? NO, because I am an adult, and being an adult is cool (except for paying taxes and car insurance).
My favourite is of course, grocery shopping. And my favourite store, is Morrisons. It is the best. I've grown up loving it (grocery shopping, and I suppose Morrisons too) because my parents pretty much let me pick up what I want at the store, as long as I eat and finish what I picked up.
Now that I am an adult and living on my own, I can pick up whatever the heck I want. Two cartons of CocaCola, three bags of lightly salted crisps, two boxes of fish fingers, and so on. Yes it is a list of junk food, and yes, I eat them a lot. But who is going to say anything? NO, because I am an adult, and being an adult is cool (except for paying taxes and car insurance).
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
The Song
As I am writing this blog, a good friend, Azizan Januin is singing a song about going home. It is truly wonderful, reminded me of our younger days, when he played me a song during Hari Putera Puteri back in SMESH. Thank you, for being a wonderful friend and for letting me know that you would always be there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AliYh7oWIU
At the same time I have no idea what Gladys is doing. Either she is mesmerised, or, playing with her cats. LOL.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AliYh7oWIU
At the same time I have no idea what Gladys is doing. Either she is mesmerised, or, playing with her cats. LOL.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
First words (again!)
This is probably the third or fourth blog I've created in the past few years. My consistency is appalling. Sometimes I think, it's not that I have so much to do. Yes, I am a bum pretending to be working hard and not have time to write. I love writing, I love everything about it. The romance and drama of words, how they are used to make us feel better (or worse) about ourselves and everything that surrounds us. Not to mention the spelling, which is ever so confusing.
I'm in the middle of reading Bill Bryson's 'Mother Tongue' (which is of course, English), and I find it so interesting how the modern English language become what it is today. Why people in different parts of the UK speak so differently, and sometimes are not able to understand each other. A taxi driver in Windermere picked me up to take me home, and asked me where I was from. So when I told him that I was from Malaysia and he said that, "It's amazing how I can understand you perfectly, and you're from the other side of the world. I cannot understand the Glaswegian accent, and they're only about 200 miles from where I was born!" (Let's face it, Glaswegians are IMPOSSIBLE to understand even if English is your first language). I'm digressing.
The romance of words. Words make you laugh, make you cry and melt your heart. Without words, a friend cannot console another friend; a lover cannot express his feelings (I suppose there are other ways, haha); politicians cannot win (without twisting words); and you will not be reading this blog today.
I'm in the middle of reading Bill Bryson's 'Mother Tongue' (which is of course, English), and I find it so interesting how the modern English language become what it is today. Why people in different parts of the UK speak so differently, and sometimes are not able to understand each other. A taxi driver in Windermere picked me up to take me home, and asked me where I was from. So when I told him that I was from Malaysia and he said that, "It's amazing how I can understand you perfectly, and you're from the other side of the world. I cannot understand the Glaswegian accent, and they're only about 200 miles from where I was born!" (Let's face it, Glaswegians are IMPOSSIBLE to understand even if English is your first language). I'm digressing.
The romance of words. Words make you laugh, make you cry and melt your heart. Without words, a friend cannot console another friend; a lover cannot express his feelings (I suppose there are other ways, haha); politicians cannot win (without twisting words); and you will not be reading this blog today.
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