Internally combusting, and missing you like crazy

I discovered today that Dom Knigi (House of Books) are selling books in ENGLISH!

I went there today with the sole purpose of finding an English-Russian Medical Dictionary. Up the stairs, turn left and when I was about to enter the main books section, something in my peripheral view caught my eye. 3 tall shelves full of English books. Hallelujah!

Okay, first reaction. I thought the books are from unknown or unpopular author because the books at my eye level was from a science fiction genre. Looked up, lo and behold, Chuck Palahniuk reigns. Instantly, I was internally combusting. I had to refrain myself from squealing and running around with arms awaving in the air. Grabbed "Fight Club" because there's only that and "Diary" - which I already have (courtesy from Teah, ILU!) Not only that, there are books from Sophie Kiensella (total chic lit that I wonder if I should try reading), Dean Koontz, John Grisham, Stephen King, and some other popular writers.. etcetera etcetera... And they even sell some books from some of the acclaimed Russian authors like Vladimir Nabokov...

So I bought Nabokov's Lolita for 394 rubles (yes, I know it's kinda perverted, but it's a famous classic! and I'm a big girl, so there!) and Fight Club for 393 rub. Worth it? Yea ah!

They didn't have the medical dictionary though, but it was worth my money. Initially, I wanted to buy a top to spoil myself after browsing for medical books. But know this my friends -
BOOKS TRUMP CLOTHES. EVERYTIME.

"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live."

Have you had a dream where you are sure what you are dreaming is actually real? That you couldn't differentiate whether you are dreaming or it actually happens in reality.

I had a dream yesterday that I've wronged and hurt a lot of people and I actually thought to myself "I can't turn back time". And I'm in a situation where I'm running around in circles trying to fix what I've broken.

Helplessness, that feeling. Only when I woke up, it took a while to realise that it was only a nightmare.

I've finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie. I can't help but cry.
Thanks Sheila! I love it.

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half asleep, even when they are busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning." -- Morrie Schwartz

"I'll have the lamb skank, please"

Vie's birthday was yesterday on the 30th August, but Teah and I weren't able to abduct her to go joyriding in my soccer mom wagon for her birthday celebration because Vie wasn't free on that day.

Today however, was the best day of my life, as yet (as quoted by Homer Simpson). Went to Capers, an Italian restaurant in Kiulap. I love the decor and the food was scrumptuous. Food portions are equally same as the Italian Cafe back in Kursk, so I was completely stuffed. We spent around hilarious 15 minutes looking through the menu, making fun of foreign sounding words and pronouncing names like Ravioli Al Funghi and Ring-a-ding-a-ling (sorry, that's a swensens menu.. but I love pronouncing it just for fun) . I mistakenly called Lamb (something-something) SKANK when it should have been shank.

I ordered:

Insalata Mistro. Salad with grilled auburgine, fresh tomatoes, olives, onions, and cucumbers. The auburgine is quite salty and they drizzled a bit too much olive oil.


Penne Arabiatto Pollo. Penne with grilled chicken. Quite spicy as there is those hot green chilis hidden under all the pasta. Didn't associate "Arabiatto" to be very spicy until I acciddently bite on a piece of green chilli and let the toxic juice seep onto my tongue.


Caper's Chocholate Salami. A scoop of vanilla ice cream with Pistachio, Cherries, Marshmellow etcetera etcetera topped with whip cream and chocolate syrup... I wondered why it is called Salami. Isn't that supposed to be a meat variety?

Rush all the way to The Mall, Gadong (that is so clichéd) to catch The Simpsons Movie at the Cineplex. Got into an embarassing debacle with the elevator. I got used to the fact in Russia, the ground floor of a building is the 1st floor and the 1st floor is the 2nd floor etcetera. The Cineplex is actually on the 3rd floor, but I had thought it was on the Russian 4th floor. The 4th floor in that building is a hotel which requires a card to go to, so I pressed the 4th floor a couple of times thinking the button was broken because it wasn't lit. 2 people went in the elevator after that and pressed the 3rd floor button which afterwards lit up. I had a good embarrased laugh and glared playfully but menacingly at Teah who didn't correct me (Didn't blame anybody ok!) We went in a bit late and missed 5 minutes. The movie is hilarious!


Grabbed an iced mocha in Swensen's again (for going 3 times in 7 days).


Went back to car and surprised Vie with her birthday gift -- a shark hand puppet (courtesy by Teah) and a no-idea-what-it-is black cat figurine which turns out either to be a paperclip disposer or a handphone holder (given by clueless me). Gave her the cute home-made card that I made (kambang sudah eh...) even before we wished her a happy belated birthday and apologised that we had nothing to give.


Sent Vie home and met her cute sleeping nephew. He's so adorable when he sleeps! Then sent Teah home and ran away with The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot (which she claims is hilarious), The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides and The Contortionist's Handbook by Craig Clevenger.

Read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. It's my favourite.