Awa : My Stories, My Thoughts, My Journey

I just realized that I actually enjoyed this unwanted, long holiday after I spent two nights staying up late to finish two novels ( ah, 1 am is never too late for me. The night has just started, babe! Urgh, why did I sang this line mentally when I dislike people using 'Babeee'? Now, I feel lousy. But, the line is so catchy and the impression it  has stayed on my subconscious mind... ) There, there. Now I has started this internal rambling again. Lucky it has not become a habit to mumble to myself in public ( soliloquy, said Madam Janet. I first had an encounter with this word in Macbeth's class during our foundation years and I had a love-hate relationship with  it since then. Who wouldn't, especially when one had to endure a 3-hours-class every week just to keep on hearing the same word being repeated again n again and to discuss the text for three months?) I am still amazed at Madam Janet's patience to deal with us especially the shameless me who sat at the front...

My belief  that I can consume almost any food was shattered last Raya just because of an innocent incident. We  ran out of Milo and it is a big no-no to serve Sarsi or Orange cordial  for breakfast. Rummaging through the cupboard, I spotted  a small packet of  'kopi timbang' and I decided to use it. Well, as expected, only the grown-ups drank it except for a few adventurous children. I was tempted to try as I rarely drink 'kopi timbang' and it has been ages since I had coffee. If I was not mistaken, I finished two or three medium sized glasses in one shot. The 'kopi' was okay and I was about to pour another glass when I thought of my sugar intake.Little did I know that my tryout on 'kopi timbang' will turn out to be a nightmare. I had headache, nausea and blurred eyesight. Only after taking a nap, I was back to my old self again. My, my. Kupi oh kupi..

Assalamualaikum.. Finally I'm back...