Chronicles of St.Nawtee

assalamualaikum long distance relationships? my comments about it - it can be done, if u r determined to work it out. so far i have been away from my other half (^^,) for more than 3 months. i promised myself (n also to her n my family) that i would return MAYBE after 2 years so that it gets me enough time to settle in Geneva. d first plan was to stay here for 3 years straight... but then again, just after a month, the pressures of missing everyone back in Brunei has already taken its toll. theres been ups n downs being in a relationship, but so far we've been doing quite well. n i do agree that its part of the 'rules' of being in love, so to say... hehehe! in fact, i welcome the idea of being in love n also loving the other. m not such a luvvy duvvy person but then again, i tend to find myself caught up into it. giving gifts, going out together hand-in-hand... n so on. meeting the parents was a real toughy but i got thru it (n it was hillarious... i ended up chatting so lo

assalamualaikum paying a fifty pounds to eat sh*t... would u dare be a jackass n do such a thing? apparently some people have! in this case, they drink it, in terms of coffee. so i was up late night n watching CNN (its d only channel i understand perfectly) n saw this report about Cafe Raro. its a coffee bean sold by a group of electrical appliances seller, De'Longhi to the public for fifty pounds, roughly 100 US dollars. i was like, what has d world come to? i looked it up through wiki n also asked an indonesian friend of mine. i was quite surprised to know that its been around for a long time. they call it Kopi Luwak in indonesia. kopi, literally means coffee n luwak is a local name of an Asian Palm Civet (a weasel of some sort). theres also a similar version of kopi luwak in vietnam n philippines as well. i wont discuss too much on details (coz it spoils d fun on finding information) so just go here to find out more, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_Luwak in short, a weasel eat

assalamualaikum i was never good at sports. oh boy, did i suck. the first n last sport i ever participated in... football i guess. soccer to be exact. i was young (stil am, always will), excited, dreaming of being someone great in sports... and of course, clueless. i got to be a goalkeeper, i thought, cool! i get to catch balls, no running around (i hate running) n d ball wont go to me much as d others will be kicking d ball to d opponents side. boy, was i wrong. d ball keep coming as though we were using 10 balls rather than one. it became so bad, i had to take of my glasses because i had several close calls where d ball kept flying to my face. to those who dont have specs, it is a serious thing when something comes to ur face. i was a wreck. we lost n i was a wreck. didi i mention i was a wreck? already? nevermind, i was a WRECK. mom was like a full blast lecture machine gun when i got home all covered in mud n grass. d following night, i shivered like f**k n my temperature was hot e