Again with the same problem.

Have I mentioned before how easily I can get distracted whenever exam is coming soon? Soon as in tomorrow soon? Not that it matters to you, I just cannot prioritize the priorities, you know what I mean? Like, I need to study real hard, tomorrow being exam and all, instead, I spend good hours stalking people on Instagram. Hours. Well, talk about this Instagram thing, I guess the whole point they first made Instagram was that they want people like me, especially me, get distracted very easily and at the end, no work is done. None. Irony is that people still get addictive to that kinda social network bandwagon and the complaints start later when they found out that they serve idle minds right before their professors because they were too busy stalking on Instagram the night before that they forget to read the assigned assignments. Meh. Oh well, as if blogging isn't destructive enough. OK. Here's the truth. I have the last end posting exam for paediatric and here I am, flooded with ideas to write rather than getting soaked into my paediatric textbook. If this isn't destructive, then define destructive. 

Somebody please take my ipad away from me now! 

Moment of impact

Apparently I didn't have enough might to restrain myself from buying something. In my aforementioned post, I told you I was in bankruptcy zone. Remember? Well, I still am. But, I guess the urge to shop was more than the urge to save. Makes sense? The not so good story is, I impulsively took one Mitch Albom's novel from the fiction rack- since The Time Keeper was a pretty good read, and he was one of the international bestsellers via Tuesdays with Morris, so I guess the others he wrote must be good too, and I just scanned the synopsis at the back of the novel, without flipping through any pages of it and bought it, impulsively, again. Of course, I regretted my buying. It's a ghost story!!! You know how I act on a ghost story, don't you? I'd be overly worried and overly scared that I couldn't sleep! Yes. That's how much ghost story affects me. I  resented myself for buying that book. That was my last stash of money, you coconut! To rub some dirt at my nose, I haven't even finished the first two pages of that book. I guess this is that time of the year where I have to challenge myself and start living more adventurously, eh? Start by reading ghost story novel, say?  Fine. Since I have put myself in this situation, challenge accepted!

Oh, btw, I have paediatric end posting tomorrow. Wish me luck! 

Madah.

Wanimsha, that's how they say it here. It means 'wait a minute'(something like that), by the way.

And I, being the most unbelievable person among us all, say 'banimsha' instead of 'wanimsha'. Heh.

Basically, what I was trying to say is that, I suck at listening and interpreting things. Simple.

Anyhow,

You know what it's call when someone is pretty much broke and is living her life with having to scrape off everything left on the plate, instead of keeping her life low, she demands for book-shopping, as according to her, buying books won't get people saying all those judgey stuff to her and rub it in her nose? Plus, she has this urge to shop pouncing on her chest, but she just wants to be sneaky about it and say, 'OMG I wanna shop for books!' just to get away with it. In her mind, all she needs is just to go out there and shop, and books are the easiest thing to put in her trolley and to hush people down when they say 'hey! I thought you have no money in your pocket?!'. You know what it's called? Oh wait. I know. It's me-disease. Darn right.

Oh, have I mentioned that right now, I am obsessed with Japanese food? I don't know. It just came up to me last two days and it made me challenge myself. I just wanna open a small stall so that I can sell my food, is it too much to ask??

Yello!

My things to get list: (I know you'll probably go all weird and judgey, but hey, whose line is it anyway?)

1. All colours of highlighters I can get from the bookstore!

2. A new lab coat. In contrary to three old ones I have now, I still need a new one just because I like the bluish tint colour of a new lab coat. Yes, I'm weird like that.

3. Calendar. Believe it or not, I don't have any calendars on my table or inside my bag or atop my book rack and it is saddening since to be organised, you first need to know the date for whatever plans you're making, and I always fail at that department. Omg I just realized how terrible I am for not having calendar!!! 

4. Restock my chocolates. 

5. Eat pomegranates! Apparently I am too broke to buy some now.

6. Cream cheese to make cheesecake. (I can't find whipping cream in my local supermarket. Why, oh why?)

Anyhoo, craquelinsveloutés with Nutella is what I want now. 

Shop till you drop

If a person asks me, what my week had been?

I would definitely say, patience is everything. 

Well lets see. It's hard to explain how or why I have been living with bankruptcy since this past one month (and the irony is, I know exactly the reason why), but I don't mean to kid you or mock you because I truly am broke. I can't even afford buying Rs 70 per kilo of oranges, imagine that. I have to cook a little bit more in quantity of dinner so that I can parcel some for lunch. That's how broke I am. If I can simplify my life in a sentence right now, I'd say I am at the brink of havin' to sell all of my things or consider a part time job or I will have to survive with Marie biscuits. I know you think I am not serious, but listen this, I literally cried yesterday when I walked myself inside the room to ponder upon how much regret I shoulder because of my own mistakes. You see, shop till you drop is easy, but once you drop, you can barely walk! You won't attain the normal gait that you have to limp to survive. So whoever made the word 'shop till you drop' was crazy, as simple as that. Having said that, thankfully, I have crawl myself out of this misery by keeping myself in check and put myself in the condition where I won't pout over being broke, babble and list out all my complaints, or waste everything that I still have left. It tears me apart when I see someone who supposely longs for lean, slim, attractive body to waste their food just like that without feeling a little bit cringe of guilt. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to demean anybody with my words, but seriously, it shrinks me inside out to see those valuable food get wasted just like that. If you want to eat less, then take less, you know what I mean? Ok, back to my story, the key is that, be patient as being patience can make your life a lot easier by whole lot. It's like you don't have to fret because you know God will not challenge you if you can't tolerate the aftermath or if you can't survive the deal. Sooner or later, you will realize that no matter how hard your life is, how ironclad strong your impact is, it is gonna be just fine after all. Even if you have to survive being vegetarian, then be it. 

The other thing that I want to highlight about my week is that, I know that I was being all aloof and cold when I was young- not that I am old or anything, - but I guess some people won't just forgive you for whoever you were before and people won't respect you, let alone acknowledge you, even if you try so hard to be gentle again. It got me baffled to understand how shallow people can be sometimes but hey, what you give you get back so I guess I just have to follow the rhythm and move at my own rate, bluntly speaking. I had been stung by sadness when I found myself abandoned without no replies when I texted someone or any whatsapp groups or some, but I kept my patience in check and told myself that the trial I made, the move, the effort to flex, extend, adduct and abduct my fingers to type, was the bravest thing I'd done, so I refrained myself from being sad again. 

I guess these are the only things I feel like telling, coz I consider myself pretty busy, what with the second book of The Hunger Games and all. 

Sorry for my writing is a bit wonky as I am not so stable emotionally this few days. 

More plans?

What's wrong to have too much hope? 

1. Finally make it to Taj Mahal! I mean, come on Aisyah! You're in India, of all place. Taj Mahal is a must, yeah? Yes!

2. Visit Kashmir. I here it's the nicest place in India. It's a shame if I can't go there.

3. Eat pani puri, for real. Other than it has a center well where there put some kind of gravy inside, it also has maximum amount of H. Pylori you can imagine, matter-of-fact-ly speaking. Beat that! 

4. Make perfect and delicious macarons, with no cracks whatsoever. Last time I made them, it collapsed and burnt. Talk about doom.

5. Wear a saree! I know I am freakishly small to wear a saree (I highly doubt I can still look beautiful while I look like I am in a burlap, which is not,  since it is a saree, you know what I mean, no?)

6. Finish reading trilogy of hunger games! I'm in my second book now. Oh, the movies don't give the books any justice. The books are so much fun, so much drama, so much empire exciting then what the movies played.

7. Finish reading the whole stock of novels I've bought since I come to India!!!! 

Weekend bersama rakan-rakan

Ahh. If only I can afford my own DSLR, I will finish reading the whole boring manual, promise. Sadly, I can't even afford to buy pomegranate, so bye bye DSLR. *waves waves* 

So these were taken when I went to Mangalore last weekend, just because I had one day holiday and one day holiday is a huge deal when you're studying here in India. So, yeah.