Hello there! Long time no see!! I was busy with the food blog and I didn’t really have the time to blog here. Hehehe.

So recently, I lost my purse. On Monday, as I was cleaning up my stuffs to go to class, I realized that I lost my purse. I remembered the last time I saw my purse it was in my handbag, the one that I bring to the buka puasa session. I could not find it and then I decided that my purse is lost!! Then I think and think again, I recall that Saturday, that very morning I walked back to my house, I took out my phone and I think, I think at the same time my purse fell on the road but I didn’t realized. So, that Monday morning, I skipped class, went on search for my purse although I do know that I might not find my purse back. Then I called the bank, and I walked half way to the police station to report but I decided not to because.. I do not know. Haha! The thing is, I didn’t even notice how I lost my purse and I couldn’t find it when I wanna go to class. At first I thought I misplaced it but I searched the whole apartment and I still couldn’t find it. Somebody else might have taken and go jolly with it, I thought. I have 60 euros in the wallet, my bank card and other membership cards are in it too, if I lodge a report I don’t think I will be getting it back, so why hassle!

And then, and then, Wednesday morning, I checked my bank account as usual to transfer some money and I noticed that somebody cashed in 390 euros from a check I issued. But as far as I’m concerned, the only check I issued to was the one I gave to a landlord as at that time I planned to rent her apartment but then I changed my mind and everything was settled there and then because a friend wanted to rent the apartment. And it was 5 months ago. So I tried calling the landlord but I couldn’t reach her/him. Geeez. I felt like @#$%^&$# -ing because 390 euros is not a small sum of money. So @##$$%^&%^#!!! But I email-ed her and I hope she will reply me like as soon as possible. You must be kidding me!

Haihz. It’s already the end of August and that means allowance must be coming in. But yeah, knowing the fellows who work in the financial department, they will always bank in our allowance at least late by a month. =.=

Presenting, my new food blog!!

I am starting a food blog and I hope that I can continue posting new recipes and photos of my cooking! It is gonna be so much fun! So I need you guys to comment on that blog, see if the design is cool, the foods are cool, or you guys can demand recipes so that I have ideas on what to do next! Yay!!

But the blog is still on construction though, I’ m gonna add Shoutmix, and some other add-ons later! Now I’m off to Intermarché to shop for my sundries!!

My Cuisine Journal

Have fun!!!

I love to curse, especially when I’m so upset, I will curse like hell. Seriously. Today, I was so freaking pissed with some people, and when I went back home, I called my best friend a.k.a my ex-housemate and I started cursing like hell. (You would not want to know what did I say.) Lol. I told him everything that happened today, yesterday, the day before, last week, last month, blah blah blah. That is how it works right, when you are somewhat pissed with someone or about something today, you tend to revenir en arrière, flash back and bombard as much as you can. Well if that is not the case for you, it was at least for me.

But then I asked myself, is cursing a good way to release myself from all the unwanted stress and hatred in me? Actually ———-> yes! When I was on the phone, I did not stop talking or cursing, and I literally felt the tense there while cursing, and there’s a sort of rush in my body that made me feel like crying and shouting out loud. Hey come on, I’m sure that others had this kind of feelings before! Well I did not shout but I did shed a very tiny little tear. As soon as my tear came out, I started cursing like nobody’s business and little after that, j’étais soulagéé, I was kind of released! Believe it or not, I stopped talking about me & we chatted about something else, something more fun than being unhappy.

Yeah, about the thing that made me boil up was actually a comrade, with her fierce & disgusted face asking me why am I wearing shorts when it is super cold out there. As if like I’m obliged to wear a proper attire to close all parts of my body just because you needed to do that, and that me wearing a pair of shorts is harming your eyes or whatever it is. You see, if you can just talk properly, cut out your disgusted face and talk with a nice and proper tone, this blog post would not even exist. Gah! To be honest, you actually destroyed my mood for the day, I had classes from 8.30 to nearly 6.30 and I needed motivations to keep me going. At the end of the day, that tiny little thingy that happened this morning actually had me thinking a lot. I am not made to listen to what you people want to say about what I want to do, or what I did, I could not be more bothered ok. I thank God (if You’re really there) for controlling me from saying “Vas te faire foutre” which literally means : Go fuck yourself, or in my context, leave me alone!

Tu me laisses tranquille, et je te ficherais la paix.