Thursday, November 11, 2010

coffee?

cuppuccino

Hmm, i should have go to do my revision at this time as the date of exams dropped on 15th ( for my case, precisely, it's 13th ). However i am not going to study if my mental is not prepared to get started at all. It will just be ended like staring at the letters ...( a, b, c , d...) yeah..just letters and not even a word is processed by brain. So, what's the point of revising as it seems time wasting. Of course i will be regret and feel guilty after this and guess what, Guilt does motivate me to study more without any feeling of tiredness. urmm..though it sounds wrong. It's just for my case. :) i decided to skip my lunch break then.

By chance? Recent conversations with my friends were about coffee. Pardon me as now i only knew that it's called cuppuccino! haha, i was always being amazed by the baristas (?) when they 'art-ified' the top of coffee with some kind of ''toothpick'' or by just pouring the warmed milk skillfully. 8)
Based on Wiki it's made up by three layers, bottom part is the espresso, followed by warmed milk and then the bubbly foamed milk will be the last. ( wow, 2/3 of it is dairy product! ahem... i think someone knows what i am going to hint her here X) ) Cocoa powder, cinnamon and so on can be sprinkled on top to enhance the Creation~~

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There's a little boy and an old man.

Said the little boy, '' Sometimes I drop my spoon.''
Said the little old man, " I do that too."
The little boy whispered, " I wet my pants."
" I do that too," laughed the old man.
Said the little boy, " I often cry."
The old man nodded. " So do I."
" But worst of all," said the boy, " it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me,"
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
" I know what you mean," said the little old man.

Shel Silverstein
Submitted by Ruth Wiele
-Chicken Soup for the soul


i like this picture :)

i guess it is not a bad idea to have a vacation after exams. hmm. Let's leave it behind. But strangely, some kind of voice will seek for me, telling that im not wrong by doing it. ..this post is kinda random because i am supposed to study right now...hehe..regained my study spirit by the way after doing such a random matter. Bye. :)


oh yeah, song for my yesterday.



I may not be able to say it well
But I truly am sorry
I tried worrying about it for a while
But then I got tired and fell asleep
The air in this town on the weekends
Is choked with life
And if I take a deep breath
It's erased by the speakers in the street
Even if I'd strung together the right words
There was never any way to tell you

I raised my voice
Up to the sky of this noisy town
To say happy birthday
To the one who was so kind to me

I had a bit of trouble
And got swallowed up by the crowd
But I laughed a little
At someone's stupid joke
Even if I happen to meet you
Somewhere in this town someday
I never know
The right thing to say
What meaning do tears have
As the world breaks bit by bit?

I raised my voice
Up to the sky of this noisy town
To the one who was so kind to me
To someone in a distant town



I raised my voice
Up to the sky of this noisy town
To say happy birthday
To the one who was so kind to me

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