alas,

I feel this strong NEED to travel.
I was looking through my pictures in Italy and in Edinburgh and i suddenly felt REALLY homesick.
Which is wierd, because both places werent my home.
And the funny thing is, i dont feel homesick for THE place
[ok mebbe a bit for the place because both places were wonderful!]
but rather, all the travelling,
being in new places,
meeting friendly locals,
never knowing what your gonna do next because NO WAY IN HELL can the thing that your doing ever be a part of your everyday routine.
Breathing that exotic air, feeling like ur on an adventure.
I miss it so much i could cry this very moment.
Its heartbreaking.

I've had enough of Malaysian beaches thank you very much
Because its Malaysia theres just not that extra zing to it
the "OMG i can be lost at any moment in a foreign country and all i can rely on is my survival skills"
the adventure,the thrill its even better than chocolate
even better than sex i should think [not that i would know of course,heh]
I tell u it is such a rush.

I wanna be lost in a foreign country.
I wanna go walking around dependant on a map
I wanna converse with locals based on my new found knowledge thru a language book
i want it all.

and yet,it seems so impossible rite now.
its so frustrating i feel like pulling all my hair off and screech like a banshee.

as you desire

yesterday i decided to treat myself
so i drew myself a VERY hot VERY foamy bubble bath
and enjoyed it with a good Julia Quinn novel,my ipod, and a cup of steaming hot apple green tea

And afterwards,for the whole night, my bathroom was filled with the scent of orange blossoms
[This was due to the fact that i had snatched ibu's orange blossom foaming oil as well as bath gel and poured a healthy dose inside my bath tub]

Speaking of orange blossoms, i recalled a novel i once read about a princess
A princess who was very partial towards Orange Blossoms,
A princess who was tall, blond and in possession of a very furry gigantic dog named Wagner
To state the obvious, the princess is in fact an exact opposite of moi.
But heres where im hoping that may be SOMEDAY i might be blessed with the same fate as the princess

You see the princess was in grave danger,
and decided to disguise herself as a maid in a hunting cabin in SCOTLAND
where she met a very tall,very dashing,drop dead gorgeous,very virile,very alpha male-y,[unfortunately] very blonde, very masculine guy
And if u cant already guess,the guy would be the hero of said novel of course

And similar to all wonderfully written romance novels,
the guy ends up with the princess but not before all the drama, a little bit of violence,some romantic interludes,and all those things we do so love in romance novels just to give it a little bit of spice

Now i know it is just a novel,
And as novel goes, not a very realistic one at that.
But you know, reality can be a tad boring sometimes and you cant help yearning for more
[Especially when compared with people with no imagination whatsoever and are satisfied with their dull and boring lives]

But i wouldnt yearn for all that grave danger nonsense,
just for something interesting,
somthing extraordinary to happen
something whimsical.

And that is why my most favourite word of all time is WHIMSY.
and someday when i die, i would like people to look back and think.
"Remember Iman, she was always so whimsical"

so again,
here is my full-fledged promise,
to never be tied down by anything ordinary,
or to ever be satisfied with anything less than the most amazing things that could ever happen to ones'self

Now dont u agree that is a much much MUCH better way to live one's life?