I remember a time when Ashie and I made Radish Leaf Pesto which we adapted without remorse from a recipe found on the internet. It had peanut butter, cloves of garlic, salt, blue cheese, olive oil, and of course radish leaves. It was delicious. I do intend to make it again, this time as a dipping sauce and/or spread for breads since the last time I made it, it had fared weakly with pasta. Maybe more garlic, perhaps? And add a dash of pepper or chilli flakes for the extra bite.

I have lunch sorted out for tomorrow, and dinner should be a tomato soup BUT I don't have any cream or chicken stock, but whatever, I have made with less and it still tasted divine. It's time to do a fridge-raid tomato soup.  Oh, and I have run out of bread. I had to chuck some out because things were starting to grow out of it.

I have forgotten what else to add into the three-hundred word essay due on Friday morning. Six sketches still left to do and another batch of sculpture-photograph-drawing based on a poem about sleep. It's a lot dark for such a beautiful concept. Sleep clears your mind, mends your body and transports you into a realm only your subconscious can define, that even you cannot begin to comprehend. It's like being underwater but without the Darth Vader breathing apparatus: The regulator.

Was it really minus-two last night? I did have trouble sleeping but mainly due to some bad teh-tarik. Surely not from the cold. Also, I had a cuppa at 4PM which means the caffeine is still surging through my veins like a glorified bad-ass. Dear, my, I'm rambling.

Puasa coming up. I have the timetable for puasa times already, ready to go. I have a religion, it's called Islam. It means 'peace'. Being a Muslim means that how I practice MY religion is my own and only God may judge me so shut your trap and go spew your self-righteous bullshit somewhere else. Leave me to my meanderings and my rights or wrongs and let me not hear of your misconceptions and hypocricy because I don't want to get all up in a bunch during my zen time. Also, the lecturers better not merapu extra or I might have a little trouble being forgiving with my tongue. Not that I'll be any different anyway, ha-ha.