Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

Tonight is a lazy night. I don't feel like doing anything. I should:

1. Do exercises for the subjects that I failed last semester (and not forgetting the previous one).
2. Start understanding what Mr W wrote on the blackboard today and expected us to understand (last name omitted because Mr W actually knows how to use Google).
3. Sort out documents because I have to hunt for a job. Internship actually, but it's like a 6-month job where you earn a bit of money working for companies that somehow actually make the world go round.

Instead:

1. I stuffed my face. Two dinners? Try and beat that.
2. Hanged out at people's rooms brightening up their evening.
3. Watched "The O.C". This I enjoy most.

Want to know what is bliss?

Getting what you crave for, that's bliss. Craved for something on a Sunday where normally shops close. Thank you Verkaufssoffenen Sonntag. That's er, Shops-open Sunday? It's a Sunday where shops are opened. Only once in a blue moon, but greatly anticipated. In a small town like this, yes, open shops gets you excited.

Craved for Strüdels. The Kelantan blood kicked in.

Saw the bakery open. Doing good so far.

Lo and behold. Strüdels and Chocolate Croissant. Fresh out of the oven. Steaming hot. On a cold day. To exaggerate: Imagine the hot filling of both pastries touching your tongue on a blistering cold day. The hot, still liquid chocolate-filling of the croissant just burned your tongue as you took in a bite. The sweetness, the warmth of the apple strüdel.

So I grabbed both.

Bliss.

As you see the leaves dry,
and the gust of wind takes you off your feet.

As you watch them fall,
and you let the rain drop upon you.

As you watch the world slowly turn brown and yellow,
and you look up, feeling it drizzle upon your face.

And as you walk through the rain,
You can't help but realize,
The Beauty of Autumn.

Taste it. Hear it. Feel it. Let it sweep you off your feet. Let it make you levitate. Let it embrace you upon its arms. Just let it.

(I'm waiting for my tomyam to simmer. In the meantime, you should take a walk. Enjoy the colours.)

I've reached that age in my life.

That age where you seem to think twice about everything you have done, and all the decisions you are about to make in your future undertakings.

That age where you think whether you are at the right place, doing the right things.

That age where you wonder whether this is what you really want.

Some of the mates took action to their doubts. Though I can't seem to help but realize, should anything be reinstated to square one, this stage would eventually reimmortalize.

I've been through this before. I've been in almost similar situations. And it thought me to stick my tongue in it, how bitter it may be. Eventually, you would taste how good 'bitter' actually is. Usually the endings are indeed affable. (I guess that's why people enjoy coffee. Recent gastric attacks prevents me from doing so. Damn stomach acids.)

This feeling? Shoo. Tongue? In it. (That sounds dirty. Though I didn't mean it to be so. Just a reference to the before mentioned 'tasting' incident).

Bring it on, bring it on. I wouldn't escape gloriously. Cuts and bruises, loads of them, are expected. Macho. Whoa. I feel like Rocky.