Happy Anniversary Sesame Street!

I grew up on Sesame Street.

There used to be those carefree mornings where I'd wake up just in time to visit the adorable characters.

There used to be me and the C-at, M-at, H-at chants alongside Elmo, random numbers taught by the Count (I always found that funny) and conversations with that two best friends...Bert and Ernie, right? Of course not forgetting Cookie Monster, whose cookies I keep complaining are falling out of his mouth and sometimes wish they were on my plate. AND iconic Big Bird with his never ending questions on anything and everything.

Gosh, my memory is still good, agree?

Now today is their 40th anniversary. Although I have not been frisking about on that street, not been waiting in front of the telly still in pyjamas, or revisiting it all, I'll never forget how part of my childhood belonged there.

I love you, Sesame street gang! Do continue inspiring for now and ever more!

Sunny Day
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet

Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street...

Fun is English

I don't know what exactly got me here, but I like what came from it. This was the "English is Fun" programme just this afternoon. We were assigned to one of three 'agapes' and run activities for them. My favourite was the sock puppet making session, since there's something subtly enjoyable about craft, and especially since this particular group had seven hyperactive kids.

Love the photo!!

The Afghan children were adorable!

This wall caught my eyes. Do you know where this came from? ---It's from a book called 'The Prince' that got me falling deep into memories of the innocence of childhood.

The noodles weren't that spicy, but apparently they don't eat spicy food if ever, so some could not take the heat on their tongues.

And I am patting my back for not even touching that chocolate cake... although even from a single glance you would know that it is MOIST and RICHLY-PACKED and bound to get your ADRENALINE gushing into your brain!! How hard it was to ignore the euphoric "OMG! YUUUUUUMMM (or any other purr-like sound)...this is DELICIOUS!!"

*sobs* I can do it...I can do it!!

Before we left, they asked us to come for their anniversary later this month. I can never forget that one girl who quickly ran her pinkie around mine (and that of several of us) after the invitation.

But there's no saying we can make it...

Indulgences (updated):

1. Doughnut

2. Ice-cream (thanks to siblings)

3. Muffin (thanks to Elisa)

4. Chocolate cake

Memoirs of Sweet Tooth: Doughnuts

And I thought the second day would be much better.

How convenient that I am in the presence of DOUGHNUTS!! Fried and coated with the most luscious edible coats -- Chocolate, Vanilla, Peanut butter -- sprinkled with the sweetest of confection.

We went to Tropicana City, and my dad bought a whole box of doughnuts for breakfast! The breakfast I cannot, will not and shall not have.

Homer Simpson would be shaking his head if he saw me. Or perhaps he'll just steal all the doughnuts and eat it in my face.

Down my mental list I have started my list of what to catch up on in one month's time.

Indulgences:
1. Doughnut

First Day Survival

Sunday is the most dangerous day to abstain ANYTHING.

When I walked to the kitchen for breakfast, the first thing I saw were the muffins. Among all the other free saccharine stuff from the event my parents went this morning.

And the muffins sat there, laced with temptation (and chocolate).

First day! NO! I skipped breakfast and had an early lunch.

No cakes, none of Joyce's Halloween party spoils, not even a sip of Coke.

Ah well. Congrats to Chiah for not spending on herself this shopping trip. Guess we both agree...

Sunday really isn't good for abstaining from anything.

(Day 1 done. 29 more days to go)

Must be Halloween

Sometimes I wonder how crazy ideas seem to pop into my mind, which I may or may be tortured by or regret for the next month. This November, five of us will be abstaining from a certain something they cannot resist the urge for.

One person shall not spend unnecessarily.

One person shall not write "emo-posts" on blog.

One person shall not play online games.

One person shall not procrastinate.

And yours truly shall not consume sugary stuff in excess.

He She who breaks the pledge must treat the others to a meal.

GREAT! I've had my final ice cream, final piece of chocolate and final soft drink for the end of the month. DO NOT TEMPT ME!

How did I get myself into this? Sigh... must be Halloween. Well, tomorrow, day 1 starts.

Anyone else want to join?

PS. Code of Honour applies.

(Therefore...No. There are no chocolates hidden in my pocket.)

Road TRIP

It echoes in my ears, 'Let's go to Bangsar...Bangsar...Bangsar..'

The only thing running in my head to day is the 'adventure' we had while we were at it.

Rachel Chiah, Sue Ann, Sion, Sher Lynn and I did go to Bangsar to window shop (Note: Not shopping for windows). All of a sudden it was almost 1.30pm and it's about time to rush back. That we did, and after dropping Sher Lynn off, our next stop was simply less than 5 minutes away.

Just one wrong turn and next thing the four of us knew, it was a trip down the highway, which had no U-turns until very much further down. In fact, it was so close to home that had we no classes, we'll gladly switch destinations.

Then we missed another U-turn, which was quite shocking but thank goodness we left Bangsar early. Apart from the fact that we had lessons to attend, the road trip was surprisingly fun, funny and 'punny'.

Here and there we turned about, and after passing 1 Utama, we were on the right track. Back on time for class as well! Brownie points for us!

As we laughed our way out of the car park and to the lecture hall, we talked about how we should do that more often --- "Drive to Penang, and purposely make a wrong turning!"

I guess that's another spontaneous adventure to experience one day!

Signs

Fatigue is one scary thing when you're doing research in a library. 'Taming of the Shrew' becomes 'Taming of the Screw', 'Radcliff insitution becomes 'Brad Pitt instituition' and 'New Women' becomes 'Male Women'.

It's a sign that the clock is about to reach 5 o' clock and it is time to leave.

Then on the way back you barely hear the ceaseless lecture of the driver on how to control the wheel better. Your head droops to the side as you struggle to find some surface to doze off.

It's a sign that you've been having a long long day.

At home you suddenly snap awake and forgot all about the tiredness that struck you.

It's a sign that the fatigue will get back at you at night. As it is now.