On a happier note, I have been trying to improve my skills. Practiced the guitar till the skin on my fingers are thick and peeling. Tried to "recultivate" my reading habits. I even bought a book. After many years of borrowing books(not that I don't buy any, it's just that I do not know which book is worth buying.), I finally bought one.
Thankfully, this was a good book. Not bad for a bedtime story, nothing adventurous or action packed but it is thought provoking and heart wrenching. It deals with an issue that many of us would never take a second to think about. Institutes for the mentally and physically challenged.
Do we know what goes on in those institutes that are so called built to protect these gifted people. Very thought provoking. Ok, I am not going to say anything more in case I spoil it for some people. Not a bad book. Not bad.
I don't really trust myself in buying books. I don't have a typical genre that I like. I read. PERIOD. I read romance novels, action, thriller, comedy, (well, so far I have not read a non fiction one, besides the Bible) and maybe even horror. Wait, what is a horror book anyway?
Well, as for my baking. Don't even want to mention it. Longest failing streak. =( Maybe I should just stick to baking those that I have succeeded in making. I wanted to try something new, a new recipe but blah.
There are some food pictures from an outing my sisters and I took to Mid Valley but I am far too superior to be sitting in front of my laptop uploading pictures. Aren't we all superior?
For the past few weeks, I have turned into a night owl. I sleep at 5-6 in the morning and awaken to the hot afternoon sun on my face. That would usually be around 2-3pm.
Happy news, lost a few kilograms. XD
Not that I am dieting or anything. Just that since I have stopped going to the gym and running, I decided to cut back on my carb intake and started doing some exercises at home. Trust me when I say I have a mini gym at my place. Well, technically it's my dad's place but you know what I mean.
A treadmill, a 5kg dumb bell, a yoga mat, a stepper (step up thingy), and a huge ass hula hoop (you know, the one that is made out of ratan and is as thick as your wrist).
The items that I usually use are the yoga mat and the dumb bell. That's all. Thanks to a very very annoying and irritating downstairs neighbor(goodness, thinking him as a neighbor even gets me repulsed). Mr.A is one heck of an annoying man. It started when the sound of the wooden chair scraping the floor, I mean once or twice and he would come up all the way, ring our doorbell and complain. Not once, not twice, this has been going on for a few months already. After the second complaint, we bought rubber soles for the chairs. We almost carpeted the whole floor. We were quite sure we would not encounter him but lo and behold up he comes again. It was then we realised that the upper floor was also making noises, like heavy items being dragged around(I think my family did not notice it sooner as we are quite used to noises and we are not easily irritated). We told him so many times that we ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR the noise and even showed that we rubber soled our chairs and carpeted most of the floor. But he was not contented. He even called the guards to come up to OUR door to check whether we were making noises!!!
Just writing about this has brought up my anger level. Like a pest is he. There is no point in explaining to that man no more. But once he complained and my mum heard about it, she went right up to his door and well, she did not bite his head off but she did give him a piece of her mind. He did not make any more complaints after that but speak of the devil too soon, he appeared just 2 weeks ago. Now he says that there are people throwing cigarette butts over the balcony and the wind sweeps them into ours and his. Oh, and the usual noises that he hears. I have a good mind of giving him a PIECE OF MY MIND the next time he comes.
Ok. I think this post is enough to cover up for the many absent posts.
Cheerio!
