Real home, my dream

What's with all the new interfaces at social websites? Blogger opting for an almost translucent one, making me squint and hunch uncomfortably forwards everytime I want to click a button. Hope they can insert some language-correcting features like in word processors, though that may be too much to ask. And with Locations, does everybody really want to know where I am? What if I lied saying I'm somewhere though I'm not? People wanting to give me a surprise party would be so disappointed.

Anyway that wasn't the point.

First-years at UM automatically get to live in the residential colleges and the unlucky rest have to kais-kais around for a place to stay. We, the Dermasiswa Perguruan KPM scholars (just found out the name, cheers Jih) were given places at the IPBA hostel. Though our current staying place requires everyone to go under the squeamish-making stare of the hanturayaic* pakcik guard each time you go in and out, I'm really thankful. Honestly I can't think of other things annoying. (Now I wrote annoying as annyong two times in a row).

The apartment I live in right now is satisfyingly pretty. Bathroom en-suite I tell you - so big can even marathon from this end to another. Shared with another one girl only. Now where am I going with this post. 

Ah yes. Real home, my dream. Uh-huh copy paste that to the title box. It's this - I wanted to install a bookshelf in my bathroom. You know, for some light reading, to take your mind off the hard work. Moreover the toilet seat wasn't given that name for just any reason either. There was also a period when I was busy as to be able to leisure read only in the bathrooms. I miss the good old booky days.

Few pictures/examples. Image credit goes to uploader.

Pretty. Yess you don't need to get up to choose. Then after a few days my books will all go kembang because of, you know, water sploshes. Must resort to toilet papers.

This one is really pretty too. If put at the other side of the room, I can even watch TV.

Hey they actually come in a few sizes.

Last one:

It's at the side, would be hard turning to your right or left if you change your mind about the book halfways.

What would be suitable reading material in there? Nothing academical - I don't want to bring them in bathrooms. Light chicklits, of course. Komik RM6.50 yang sekarang dah naik harga seringgit. Lustiges Taschenbuch (anybody generous enough to add to my measly collection?). And this:

Yalah your body is already hard at work so why tire your mind too. Keke. Ini pun dua minggu baca baru habis. No I don't own any copy. Why is there a need to explain that anyway? Borrowed one from a friend and let it stay in the bathroom. Sorry! ;)

Hey there's actually a lot of words inside. Smallish font, too.

끝~!

*he really works 22 hours a day. We wondered why he is ALWAYS there lurking at the guard post , hence the nickname. There's another pakcik filling in for the remaining two hours.

sometimes i have the notion to change my blog title but it fits the purpose too much..

selamat hari raya.

ya adik lelaki baru melintas di hadapan. main ragbi masa bulan puasa, dia dah berlaga lutut dengan hulk hogan. ligamen bengkak, tak perlu tanya kenapa dia seorang yang cedera sedangkan hulk hogan itu beraya bahagia. adik lelaki kini bertongkat terhegeh-hegeh. tapi sebenarnya perkara biasa, bukan itu fokus utama entri kali ini.

kami pergi beraya merentas melaka dari hujung sini ke hujung sana. singgah di masjid untuk solat. adik lelaki (selepas ini boboi) solat kena duduk. ok kalau bawa kerusi lipat pun, kalau ruang solat di masjid letak di tingkat dua sama juga hegeh-hegeh mendaki. bukan boboi saja. sampai-sampai jemaah baru bersurai lepas solat zohor. nampak ada atok berpaut for dear life pada handrail tangga masa hendak turun. hari ni pun. dekat- dekat ledang, masjid macam itu juga ciri binaannya. tangga kemain banyak. ini tak patut untuk dikatakan tapi kan memang orang-orang tua yang ramai ke sejid. larat pula mereka tak campur gigih tabah lagi.

fokus entri kali ini ialah kita takkan perasan pun satu benda itu bila takde kena mengena dengan kita. ignorance truly is bliss.