Malaysia's 56th Independence Day

Seeing fireworks is like falling in love.

I don't know about you, maybe it's just me.

The colorful lights that make you smile,
and the thunderous sound that makes your heart beat fast!
All problems seem to disappear,
during that particular happy moment.

Yeah I love fireworks.

Happy Independence Day Malaysia. 56 years of wealth, peace and prosperity to all Malaysians :)

Banana Pancakes

It is neither a fond or hated memory. Yet, on the good days, I don’t remember. And on bad days, I do. I remember all of it in its entirety tightly pinned behind a picture frame permanently nailed to the walls of my mind. I should erase the pieces, but I choose to let it live inside because I will be able to play, replay, and pause those moments at my will. 

Come back and save me before it’s too late. 

Before all the colors in my world blend together and fade . . .

I want to see you again.


Courtesy of Solangel

Ada Apa Dengan Cinta

Ada apa dengan cinta

tapi aku pasti akan kembali

dalam satu purnama

untuk mempertanyakan kembali cintanya.

bukan untuknya, bukan untuk siapa

tapi untukku

karena aku ingin kamu,itu saja

Just A Friday Morning Thought

My whole life I’ve hated going to bed. I like falling asleep instead. Falling asleep is so much better than going to bed because you don’t get tangled up in the logistics. Going to bed invites anxiety. Going to bed means you have to confront a final moment of consciousness. I'm not a fan.

JM

Edge Of Desire

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe.

There I just said it,

I'm scared you'll forget about me.

John Mayer.

Je ne pouvais pas comprendre ce sentiment 

d'envie de voir la personne que j'aime.

S'il vous plaît n'oubliez jamais de moi.

Kun

Semuanya boleh berlaku dalam sekelip mata asal Allah bilang

kun faya kun.

Yang menjadi penyelamat bukan wang, kecantikan atau populariti,

tapi Al-Fatihah yang sebenar-benar Al-Fatihah,

Yassin yang sebenar-benar Yassin,

doa dan ibadah yang sebenar-benar doa dan ibadah.

Wani Ardy

Saturday Night Rambling

This is a state of grace

This is the worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

You've Been Sorely Missed

I think it has been quite sometime since I last updated this blog. I'm just so busy with work, that I want to cry. I hate being an adult; so many responsibilities. But I guess it's all these hardships that make us human after all.

And not to mention, I've been missing a lot of people that I used to hang out often before. I miss my family back in my far far away hometown. I miss my besties. I just miss everyone that used to be a big part in my life.

I never forget about all of you, only God knows how much I miss all of you. You're always remembered in my prayers. Hopefully I'm in yours too. I promise when the time comes, I'll spend every single moment cherishing the time I'm gonna spend with all of you.

Mana tahu orang yg dirasa meminggir sebenarnya sgt peduli dengan keberadaan kita di hatinya? Rindu. Tapi terhalang. Selamat tidur, pungguk.
— Randit Yang Puasa (@ladynoe) June 23, 2013

Good night love :'(

S'il vous plaît n'oubliez pas de moi

Top Tweets I Love from Nyah

Hahah these are some of the tweets I find amusing from Nyah (that was her previous twitter ID, recently she changed it to Tasah). When I'm feeling all glum and gloomy, I'll look at these tweets. They made me laugh, like really.

The first 1, disebabkan ada perkataan chicken nuggets tu lah membuatkan tweet nie my all-time favorite.

Cant replace u with a million chicken nuggets ♡
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) May 1, 2013

The next 3, tweet ala2 cinta kene reject, ak rasa mmg betul pun bende die tweet nie tapi, x tau kenapa ak rasa lawak pun ada.

Boleh vomit blood lah tunggu kau suka aku balik
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 5, 2013

Kalau dah pergi, teruskan berjalan. Patah balik, buat apa? Menyakitkan hati
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 2, 2013

Kalau nampak orang tu macam tak suka kawan dengan aku, bawak diri lah apa lagi. Terhegeh-hegeh buat apa
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 6, 2013

The next 7, is tweet perli orang. Yang kadang kala nya terkena batang hidung sendiri especially on kegemukan, berat badan and bab pakwe tuh hahahahah

Kulit saya dah segelap masa depan awak
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 5, 2013

Saya isytiharkan awak gemok
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 7, 2013

Harga kereta sudah turun, berat anda bila lagi?
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 12, 2013

Nak pakwe berkereta tapi awak tak reti masak
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) April 17, 2013

Nak pakwe macam ni, macam tu. Persoalannya, pakwe yang macam ni macam tu nak ke kat awak? Luls
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) May 30, 2013

Babe rambut rebonding u dah ketak ketak kena peluh babe. Mohon peka babe
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) May 27, 2013

Whenever you're having a bad day, think of those who bought proton juara.
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 8, 2013

The last 4, is my all-time favorite tweet. Everytime kalo baca tweet nie mmg konfem tergelak punya hahahaha

Orang kedah macam kami memang perangai best kakakaka
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) June 1, 2013

SIAPA PEREMPUAN TU?!!! HANTAR I BALIK RUMAH MAK I!!!!
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) May 7, 2013

Fans arsenal mcm i lah. Sopan santun, prihatin, manis, rajin membaca, jujur...
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) April 28, 2013

Biarlah saya gemok. Saya nak kasi awak modal buat lawak
— Tasah (@_natashaanuar) April 7, 2013

Sebenarnye banyak lagi tweet best dari die, yang about life, love and real world. But I wanted to post the happy and funny ones. Because I want people to feel happy. If you're happy, then I'm happy too :)

Fynn Jamal Again

Hari ini saya nak repost 2 status Fynn Jamal yang sangat menarik perhatian saya. I adore this woman's courage so much I want to somehow be like her in some ways someday.

First: About her mother.

sejak mak pergi 20 tahun lepas,
cuma dua kali aku tanya abah pasal mak.

kedua2 kalinya--
abah takkan mampu balas lebih dari tiga ayat.
mesti--
tak bersudah ceritanya.
termati dek airmata dan sedu-sedan dia.

kali pertama--
di suatu pagi raya.
jawab sepatah dua-- terus hilang ke dapur.

tengok2--
sudah menangis di sinki.
rasa berdosanya membikin dia runtun--
tuhan sahaja tahu.

aku cakap pada diri sendiri.
tak apalah.
nanti2.

tapi yelah.
siapa tak mau tau.

"siapa mak?"
"macammana dia?"
banyak mana aku nak tau--
aku diamkan dulu.

kemudian kali kedua.

terkeluar ketika cuti bulan kelmarin ketika aku di malaysia.
mungkin kerana terlalu caught in the moment berbual tentang anak semenjak menjadi seorang bonda.

"macammana mak, bah? dengan anak2nya?"
celupar mulut aku.
terlepas tanya.
menyesal sedikit.
mahu ditarik, sudah terhulur.
dan sedang pula kami di dalam kereta.
tak dapat abah hendak ke mana2.

hendak tak hendak--
terpaksa disahut dia.

pendek--
dia jawab:
"macam awak."

jantung aku mati.
mata aku pecah.
nafas aku hilang.

"lembutnya. manjanya.
macammana awak dengan juna.
begitulah dia.

dengan suami--
macam awak dengan fitri.
manjanya. nakalnya."

tak perlu diceritakan lagi.
bersama2 aku dan abah mengongoi berdua dalam kereta.
suami aku di ruang pemandu mencapai bahu aku di belakang kerusinya. meramas seolah memberitahu "kuat, kekasih. kuat. berhenti nangisnya".

perjalanan dari johor baru ke kota tinggi tak pernah sejauh itu aku rasa.
sejauh imajinasi aku membayang bagaimana agaknya kalau mak masih ada.

soalan2 yang hendak aku tanya di masa2 juna lebam bengkak.
petua2 yang dia ada untuk melekas rimas gatal gusi anak.
amalan2 yang boleh dikongsi untuk mereda kembung budak.
semuanya.

namun yang aku cuma ada adalah cermin yang merata.
menjumpai dia adalah mencari dia di setiap inci tulang temulang dan kedut di kedut wajah aku.

mak--
adalah aku.

moga2 satu hari nanti--
bila datang hari tidak lagi aku berada di muka bumi
namun di tengah perutnya--
dapat siapa2 menceritakan pada sang anakanda aku siapa bondanya.

bondamu, wahai bakti arjuna fitri,
adalah kamu.
dan kamu--
adalah bukti cinta sesama manusia.

kalau dicari bondamu--
berbuatlah kebaikan.
sebarkan cinta.

Second:

cuba kalau benda dalam rumah settle dalam rumah.
cuba jangan suka berkongsi masalah.
cuba ajar diri tu tadah dugaan sorang2 diam2.
cuba nangis kat sejadah mintak semuanya tenggelam.

sebab kita kena yakin dugaan akan habis.
bersangkabaik dengan tuhan yang maha bijaksana memberi sebaik2 pengakhiran.

rabbi yassir walaa tu'assir.
rabbi tammim bilkhair.
kan?

tuhanku permudahlah dan jangan dipersulit.
tuhanku tamatkanlah dengan sebaik2 kesudahan.

pengakhiran tak semestinya urusan maut sahaja.
termasuklah masalah2 dunia atau apa saja.

maka kalau kita sudah yakin tuhan selalu bubuhkan keindahan di setiap hujung kesusahan,
kenapa kita perlu teruskan mengadu domba memanjang cerita menyebar kisah untuk terus dipersepah?

ali gaduh dengan abu.
ali pergi pada ahmad.
cerita.

ahmad komfem backing puna.
bff la katakan.
tup2 esok ali baik dengan abu.
ah parah.
ahmad ni macammana?
dia dah panggil askar dah nak serang abu.

diam itu sentiasa terbaik.
sentiasa.

haih.
rimas.

cuba.
boleh tak?

dan cuba tak perlu tulis besar2 / cakap kuat2 slogan "aku berani kerana aku benar" sebab hakikatnya ia sudah basi dek redundancy yakni keterlebihbiasaan digunakan sehari waima orang yang bersalah sekali pun.

kerana sesungguhnya--
kalau BENAR kita benar--
kita benar.

itu saja.

tuhan tau. apa lagi hendak?
piala?
"anugerah paling betul dalam dunia?"

diam.
biar.
redha.
tuhan kan ada.

ya?

dan oh.
lupa.
alang2 sedang suruh cuba macam2 ni--

cuba kalau hendak tunjuk sedih dan nangis--
keluarkan airmata.

ya?
kata pelakon.
basic scene menangis pun gagal?

takkan la...
cane boleh dapat job?

Mama

Dear Mama,

It has been a while since I wrote to you. Consecutive matters are keeping my hands busy. I have always been wanting to visit you. I have been wanting to go there since forever, but works and distance kept me from doing so. I promise when I get the chance, I will do it. I always took a short moment to pray for you and reminisce every single thing about you. I really miss you Mama.

There was this one time, when I just abruptly broke into tears. It probably was the tiredness and the load of works that made me stressed out and cry. I can't be happy, every single playful joke I heard hurts me and every word that people said just don’t make any sense. I guess it all just came bursting out and I cried hysterically.

I never thought that, this point will come some time or another. I always forget all the glum when I’m at work. Friends surrounding me replace all those with glee but at that time, everything just went bleak.

There was time like this where I cried a thousand tears for you after you’re gone and it kills me that it happens again. It pains me. It really does, being slapped by the realization, yet again, that you’re gone.

I'm sorry if this was depressing to anyone, I just need some place to channel out all this negativity inside me.

The Worst Fever Ever

I hate it when I fell sick. I remembered maybe a year ago, I had to go through this super bad fever in Kota Damansara. I was alone that weekend, my housemate went back to her hometown in Perak. So we're both like 3 hours away from each other. But my condition was getting worst at night, I had a hard time breathing, my body was freezing and both my body and head aches very badly. Now, don't mention about driving to the clinic, I can't even walk to the kitchen to get myself some water. Last thing I remembered doing before I passed out at 4 AM in the morning was, I texted my housemate "Dibah, balik sini cepat, aku rasa ak macam nak mati" (Dibah, please come back soon, I'm dying here). I'm not even exaggerating, that was some near-death experience I went through last year. The next thing I remembered, my housemate drove me to the hospital and I was admitted for several hours there.

This time same thing happened again, the fever was not as bad as last year's but what made this fever worst was that I had no one to count on. My housemate was gone, up on a rig somewhere in PMO. I can't call my family because I don't want them to be worried, looking at the time (10:30 PM) I guess all my friends' already went to bed since the next day is Monday. But Allah tu kan Maha Kuasa and Maha Penyayang, Dia hanta jugak anyone yang boleh buat aku tak rasa sunyi sangat time aku demam, I managed to text and tweet some friends before I passed out at 11:30 PM. The next day when I woke up, my Whatsapp was filled with messages from my colleagues asking if I was feeling okay, sebab dia orang tengok MOC ak off je. Thank you Allah, for those company You sent me. I felt blessed.

Bila demam atau sakit macam nie, selalunya orang yang kita akan rindu confirm family kita, lepas tu baru kita teringat kawan ke, or the other half ke. Macam aku, kalau ak sakit, ake mesti teringat parents first thing first. Aku akan teringat arwah Mama, Mama dulu selalu masak favorite food Syaza everytime Syaza demam, dengan harapan, kalau Syaza dapat makan makanan favorite boleh cepat sembuh la. Teringat Ayah, Ayah la yang akan tolong dukung masuk kereta, drive pegi klinik, amik ubat semua. Dia orang akan ambil cuti semata mata nak jaga Syaza yang sakit. Masa aku pergi belajar dekat US pun, kawan2 la yg selalu tolong bila ak jatuh sakit, aku teringat Kuyah, Kuyah selalu masak bubur ayam bila aku demam, aku teringat Dibah, yang selalu concern and jaga aku, Imanie and Totoy yg penah hanta aku pergi hospital yg jauh kat mana ntah kat Colorado dulu. I don't know how can I ever balas semua perbuatan baik korang terhadap aku. Korang memang sahabat dunia akhirat. We may not see each other that often tapi, ak sentiasa ingat korg bila aku berdoa kat Allah, tu je yang paling terbaik aku boleh buat utk korang. Tapi yang paling penting aku nak melahirkan rasa syukur kat Allah, sbb tanpa Dia, our path might never crossed each other's. Alhamdulillah, with His fate, we met and became of what we are now. Thank you.

P/s: I deleted the photo attached to this post on April 22, 2021

You Are The Love Of My Life, Everyone Else Is Just A Waste Of Time

This is The Tango scene from a movie called Scent Of A Woman starring the great Al Pacino.

This scene is one of the most beautiful scene I've ever watched in any movie ever produced on earth. It makes me happy and teary eyed sometimes whenever I watched this. Not to mention, I love "Por Una Cabeza" playing in the background, making the scene as romantic and precious as ever. It's definitely one of the greatest music piece ever invented.

In a nutshell, this scene is just SPECTACULAR!

Dear Future Husband,

Let's tango away like this when we're married. You'll be Al Pacino and I'll be Gabrielle. And we'll live happily ever after  :)

Tu es l'amour de ma vie, tout le monde est juste une perte de temps.

Anwar Hadi & Matluthfi

I had to post this in Malay. Sorry to my non-Malay readers. I think I would express this better in my mother-tongue language.

"Kau lihat aku, aku pula lihat dia, samakah kita? #TeukBelakang First time jumpak mamat ni."

Too much awesomeness in this picture. Anwar Hadi & Matluthfi, nama yang tidak asing bagi mereka yang selalu mengikuti perkembangan vlogger-vlogger di Malaysia.

Dua manusia ini lah yang banyak mengajar aku erti hidup dan perubahan. Bukan nak kata insan lain tidak mengajar, tetapi mereka berdua menyampaikan sesuatu yang sangat berguna dalam cara yang ringan. Bukan melalui paksaan tetapi dengan nasihat lembut.

Bukan senang mahu berubah, hendak menasihati orang perlulah dengan cara yang betul, secara perlahan-lahan bukan dengan paksaan dan kata-kata cerca. Diri kita semua tidak sempurna, jangan ingat diri anda bagus dari yang lain, jangan tegur orang yang serba kekurangan dengan niat mahu menunjuk-nunjuk dan merasakan diri itu lagi betul. Nak berdakwah pun ada caranya. Nak berubah perlukan masa, bukan sekelip mata.

Terima kasih kepada dua insan ini, kerana sedikit sebanyak mampu membuka mata saya untuk berubah ke arah yang lebih baik. I wish there would be more people like you guys. In sya Allah, saya sedang cuba untuk ubah diri ini ke arah yang lagi baik. Alhamdulillah, can't thank you enough Ya Allah, atas semua teman yang Kau hantar untuk selalu berada disampingku untuk memberi kata kata positif dan sokongan kepada diriku. Sesungguhnya aku sangat bersyukur terhadap semua benda yang telah terjadi dalam hidupku, sama ada suka atau duka, kerana ia sangat mengajar aku tentang erti kehidupan. Terima kasih kerana tabahkan diri ini untuk terus lalui hidup yang masih tidak pasti ini. Sama-sama kita semua berdoa agar diri kita dapat berubah dan menuju ke arah yang lebih baik, in sya Allah.


P/s: Gambar di atas itu diambil dari Anwar Hadi's Instagram. Credit goes to you Anwar Hadi.

Of Mirae's Instag & Jodoh

Here's the thing; no prince can complete you, and no knight can save you. Only God can.

5 Thoughts I Had When My Period Is Late

I just had to post this! How effing true can this be!? So much! Oh, and please don't be offended by this post, I know how conservative some people can be, but this is just for the sake of posting facts on my blog. OK!?


1. “I didn’t even have sex, but I’m definitely pregnant.”

And even if you didn’t actually have sex, your batshit-insane brain can’t help but make up some absurd story about how you might have accidentally sat on some dried semen on a subway seat or something horrific like that and now you are magically pregnant for no reason. You are ready to accept the idea that you are the second coming of Mary and you are with Divine Child rather than than just be calm about the whole thing. When your period is late, there is only panic and pain.


2. “Why don’t men have to experience this? It’s so unfair.”

The resentment that you feel towards the clueless guy who could have possibly made this happen — if there even is a “this” to begin with — is unmatched. It’s just so fucking unfair, and no matter how much they try to comfort you in the moment, they will never understand the struggle.


3. “I am so irresponsible.”

You immediately look at your life. You look at your choices. You look at your tendency to go out until all hours of the night and end up in ridiculous photos on Facebook the next morning. You are clearly in a phase of your life that has to do with changes, and adventure, and travel, and mistakes — not kids. You never really understand how irresponsible the 20s can be until you are faced with something that makes you consider what an adult actually is, and how you are not at all in that position yet. And even though you love your current phase of “being a little too crazy a little too often,” you know that it’s not sustainable. And you know that there is too much growing up and having awesome things happen in the future that don’t involve having a kid right now.


4. “I’m not even that religious, but I need to pray right now.”

Everyone becomes spiritual in moments of difficulty, and you are no exception. Even if you never tell anyone, there is likely going to come a moment when you are lying in bed facing the ceiling and you think, “Please, God, if you’re out there — I know I am a complete fool and I should be more careful in my life, but please don’t do this to me. I have too much awesome shit coming up and I really can’t deal with this right now. I promise that, if you save me right now, I’ll do something really good. I’ll give more money to charity or I’ll help my friend move or I won’t steal my neighbor’s internet anymore. I promise. I love you, don’t do this to me.”


5. “I am even more broke than I thought I was.”

Don’t look at your bank account when you are late. Just don’t do it. No matter how broke/in poor control of your finances you imagined you were before this happened, get ready to raise it to the power of 10 when you consider the extremely expensive ramifications of the current situation. No matter what you plan to do if worst comes to worst, it’s all going to be more money than you have at the ready. And it will immediately make you feel like any progress you have made as an adult is completely erased in your new predicament.

Game of Thrones: Red Wedding Reactions Compilation

When A Girl Gives Up On You, Good Luck!

‘Mean Girls’ Quotes That Make Everyday Life Worth Living

Quoting Mean Girls isn’t just a sport. It’s a national pastime. Mean Girls is how we make sense of the world, giving the chaos of the universe a recognizable template by which to understand it. With that in mind, I compiled a list of my most-used Mean Girls quotes, in no particular order. This list is in no way an objective compilation, and you may find that your favorite quips vastly differ from mine. That’s one of the great things about it: it’s an endless source of humor to pull from, a veritable Bartlett’s for our age.

1. “Get in loser. We’re going shopping.”

2. “Ex-boyfriends are off-limits to friends. That’s just, like, the rules of feminism.”

3. “We only carry sizes one, three and five. You could try Sears.”

4. “That’s why her hair is so big. It’s full of secrets.”

5. “But you’re, like, really pretty… So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?”

6. “I don’t hate you ‘cause your fat. You’re fat ‘cause I hate you!”

7. “I want to lose three pounds.”

8. “I have a nephew named Anfernee, and I know how mad he gets when I call him Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my sister named him Anfernee.”

9. “’Cause she’s a life ruiner. She ruins people’s lives.”

10. “On Wednesdays we wear pink.”

11. “Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!”

12. “Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What’s so great about Caesar? Hmm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that’s not what Rome is about. We should totally just stab Caesar!”

13. “You smell like a baby prostitute.”

14. “Somebody wrote in that book that I’m lying about being a virgin because I use super jumbo tampons, but I can’t help it if I’ve got a heavy flow and a wide set vagina!”

15. “Everyone in Africa can read Swedish.”

16. “Oh my God, Danny DeVito! I love your work!”

17. “I can’t go to Taco Bell. I’m on an all-carb diet. God, Karen, you are so stupid!”

18. “If you’re from Africa, why are you white?”

19. “There are two kinds of evil people in this world. Those who do evil stuff and those who see evil stuff being done and don’t try to stop it.”

20. “She doesn’t even go here!”

21. “Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries.”

22. "4 for you Glen Coco. You go Glen Coco."

23. "Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die."

24. "Oh, hell no, I did not leave the south side for this!"

25. "Is butter a carb?"

26. "You can't sit with us!"

27. "You can go shave your back now."

19 Things That Will Always Make You Feel Fat

1. Eating something really messy in bed which gets crumbs and/or mysterious liquid all over you. This goes double if you’re perched on some pillows watching TV on your laptop while eating.

2. Seeing people run by in fantastic-looking running clothes and jogging in place at the stoplight while you’re standing there just idly waiting to go.

3. Running into an old friend you haven’t seen in a while who has gotten in really amazing shape and looks effortlessly fit. (Don’t even start if it’s an ex who has gotten into such good shape.)

4. Personal pizzas.

5. Getting a full-size bag or box of a snack food and telling yourself while waiting in line that you’re only going to eat a little bit of it, even though we all know that you’re going to go home and plow through it in one go.

6. The thirty minutes right after you eat McDonald’s.

7. Putting on a pair of jeans when they’re fresh out of the dryer and thus about a size and a half smaller than they are supposed to be.

8. Realizing that the clothes you bought a while ago with the intention to slim down so as to fit into them are still as unwearable ever. (And then proceeding to stick them even further into the recesses of your closet.)

9. Watching everyone around you order a dainty salad when all you want is an enormous, greasy burger.

10. Realizing that you can’t remember the last time you had a real, challenging workout that left you sore and confident afterwards.

11. That feeling of overwhelming dread when you know that everyone wants to go swimming and you have not worn a bathing suit for an extended period of time.

12. The moment at the end of the day where you catch yourself in the mirror and realize your tummy has sloped significantly outwards since the time you woke up.

13. Overhearing incredibly thin girls talk about how fat they feel, even though you are clearly twice their size and within earshot.

14. Feeling your belt being strained by the pressure of your stomach after a particularly large meal.

15. Eating something sloppy and absurd (such as a burrito or a slice of pizza) as you walk down the street in broad daylight.

16. Being stopped mid-walk by the smell of potential barbecue wafting from several blocks away.

17. Being caught staring at food porn blogs while you are supposed to be working, and finding it slightly harder to explain than regular porn blogs.

18. Finishing a pint of Ben and Jerry’s before you even realized you had eaten half of it.

19. Hearing someone tell you that you lost weight, even though you hadn’t realized you had any weight to lose or had even been working out/paying attention to what you eat. Immediately wondering what you must have looked like before.

Yeah, We Were. But Now, We're Not.

Taylor Swift on getting her heart broken a few times.

“It’s very complex; you’re never feeling just sad. Maybe you wake up and you feel sad, and then you get angry, and then you feel like ‘I’m fine’, and then you feel confident, and then you feel a sense of doubt, and then you’re insecure, and then there’s jealousy, and then you’re back to sad – and then you feel fine again”

What My PMS Would Sound Like If It Could Talk

PMS is awesome. What’s more fun than feeling bloated, tired, and cranky all at once for no reason? NOTHING.

Here’s what my PMS Monster would sound like if she could talk:

OMG how fucking sad is The Way We Were, you guys?

I should eat an entire sleeve of saltines (and a brownie).

Mustard is so good on cheese, AMIRITE?

This Folgers commercial is the effing saddest thing I have ever seen. Like ever.

WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!

How did I get SO fat, SO fast?

I don’t care if you have 3 kids in your car, lady, I’ll flip the bird and mouth “fuck you” if you pull out in front of me, I AM LATE FOR WORK AND IT’S EVERYONE ELSE’S FAULT.

“Yeah hi, is this the hospital? I think I pulled a muscle in my right eye from rolling it with too much force.”

Cake for dinner? OK. CAKE FOR DINNER.

“Honestly, who fucking cares?” –internal thoughts to half the stuff anyone is saying to me when I’m in THE MOOD

NAMASTE.

Of KhairyKJ

Saw this picture on KhairyKJ's instagram and was touched by the caption he wrote about this picture.

"Abs & Adik, No matter what happens, you will always have each other. Always."

Abs here refers to the older brother while Adik refers to the younger brother.
I wish me and my younger brother were like this when we were little. Missing my childhood so much.


Tout cet argent ne peut pas m'acheter une machine de temps

Alina Amir's

Alina Amir is my previous student association (ATUSA) president during I was in college prep at INTEC. She has always been one of the people who I have sense of respect and adoration. This post is taken from her recent Facebook status. I thought it was inspirational and hopefully her message gets to you in any way.

So here’s a public confession: After 4 months into teaching, I came back from a class this morning, put my books on my desk, coolly walked to the ladies, and broke down; with tears, sobs, frantically fanned myself with my hands thinking that could help calm me down, the whole enchilada. Something I have not done for a very long time. 
In the last four months, I could have cried when I had kids calling me a prostitute in mandarin, or that time when a kid told me I should not mess with him because his dad is part of the notorious along gangster crew (which I have never heard of and the phrase “ignorance is bliss” could not have rung truer), or that time when I was wolf whistled at for weeks wherever I went, or when a disruptive boy decided get up in the middle of my lesson, ran around the room and banged every table before he ran out of the class despite me calling after him and then having him come back and literally went on the floor, hugging my feet and begged for my forgiveness the same day, or when I was locked in the school building and then had to come out through the roof (long story) or when a big fat rat, literally, decided to chill right in front of my front door. Those were legit reasons to cry if I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Not a single tear rolled down my cheeks. I stood up to my boys, I had sleepless nights thinking of strategies to get my kids to just sit down for a single lesson, told every kid who threatened me to bring it on, went to every boy who wolf whistled and threw inappropriate remarks at me, looked them straight in the eyes and said, “how dare you”. I have got nothing to lose and I am sure, as hell is not scared of anybody, no matter who your daddy is. 
This morning however, was different. In fact, I wasn’t teaching at all this morning. I was in a form 4 class, of which I only teach PJK to the six of the girls every week. So what was I doing with the entire class? I was invigilating their mid year exam, Sejarah Kertas 3 to be exact; An open book test where students are required to write an essay on a topic given. Just as I finished handing out the exam papers to all 35 students, one boy put his hand up and asked, “ujian apa hari ni, cikgu?” and I went, “HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHAT PAPER YOU ARE SITTING FOR ON THE DAY OF THE EXAM AND EVEN AFTER I HAVE HANDED OUT THE EXAM PAPER” silently in my head. Out loud, I said, “ujian Sejarah, kertas 3. Ujian ni boleh tengok buku, so keluarkan lah buku”. Half of the classroom started to rummage through their bags and looked under their tables for books while the other half put their heads down and went to sleep. Ten minutes into the exam, they were all just staring at their books, opened to the first page. I went to a boy and asked if he knew what he was supposed to do. He shook his head and continued staring at his book. Another boy looked at me pleadingly, and asked, “cikgu, macam mana nak buat ni?” No one was writing anything. No one. 
I went to one of the girls and asked her to read the question and then looked for the answer in the book. The first question she asked after I told her that was, “bab berapa tu?” and I could sense the whole class was waiting for me to tell her which chapter to open to. I knew then, that they have never read a single thing from their textbook nor have they learned anything in the past four months of school. Heck, I wouldn’t be going too far if I said they barely learned anything in the last 10 years of school. At that moment, I saw their future flashed through my eyes and I wanted to cry. 
I wanted to cry because it was unfair for them to be sitting for an exam that they are clearly not ready for. I wanted to cry because someone allowed this to happen. I wanted to cry because as I was explaining to some of the students on how to do the exam and they were eagerly listening, while I was quietly panicking because I am no way near being a Sejarah Form 4 teacher. I wanted to cry because I felt incompetent, wishing I remembered what I learned back in From 4 so that I can teach them something at that moment. I wanted to cry because it is not their fault. But most of all, I wanted to cry because I have 200 students and I have classes back to back from 7.30 AM up to 10.00PM every day that it would be completely impossible to take on new students. All I could think of was how if only all the educated people in the country would spend their time teaching these kids, then maybe, maybe I’d be writing a different story. 
I have never actually done this before; asking people to consider teaching. I believe that entering into the profession should come out of your own will. I have never recommended Teach for Malaysia to anyone. In fact, I’d be all-skeptical to anyone who are actually considering to join TFM. What are you in for? To have connections with top corporate partners? To meet CEOs of this and that? To be featured in newspapers, radio, magazines, online blogs? What are you in for? Is it the tagline? Is it really for the kids? I’ve been asked these questions before and I personally used to think that it was a fair concern. It needs to be out there that being a teacher, through TFM or not, is not even a tad bit glamorous. You don’t get paid on time, you’d be missing best friends’ weddings, family gatherings, birthdays etc., you have crazy deadlines and you’ll feel like crap because you don’t know how you’re doing. Nobody sends you a “good job” email on that awesome class you just had, or though you had. Are you sure you want to be a teacher? If you think it is a walk in the park, be rest assured that it’ll be the ghettoest, most messed up park you have ever walked in. I used to think that only the strong should be a teacher. Only those who know that they won’t quit should be a teacher. Today, I don’t care anymore. Today, I realized how desperate the country is and beggars, can’t be choosers. If you have gone through the education system and came out alive, teach. If you have no idea what to teach, trust me you’ll learn. You’d be surprised to meet kids who have never been told that cleanliness is a virtue, that rempit is not a legit career path, that you don’t have to give up at 16. 
Listen to me, drop everything you’re doing and come back to school. Teach them to be human beings because they need to know that screaming at a lady is not the way to speak, that not knowing how to read at 13 is not cool, that cursing at your teachers is rude and to talk back to your mother in front of everybody at school would get you to every hell of every single religion in the world. Teach. If you think it’s too hard and teaching isn’t your thing, then quit. But you can’t quit teaching if you have not actually tried teaching. My point is, every one should teach. Decide later if it is something you want to do in the long run. Just teach. Join TFM, do it the normal route, stop a kid in the middle of the road and ask him/her to tell you the multiplication table, tell him/her a random fact about Egypt or aeroplanes, teach them the right intonation after seeing a question mark, teach. 
If you think, all this doesn’t make sense and it’s just some really long facebook status/note by a crazy lady who just cried in a high school toilet, then darling, my dear, you have not taught in a classroom where half of them can barely read and write and the other half is just lost by this immense language barrier that no logical inspiring words can get through them. So teach. I am on my facebook knees.

The Fastest 4 Years In Our Life

I'll try to make this entry short and sweet. It's been two years since I myself graduated from college, and the feeling is just ... it feels just like yesterday. This entry is dedicated to all of my juniors in CSM who just graduated from college two weeks ago. Proud of all of you.

So here you all are. Sometime between four and however many years it took, you’re leaving college.Where to from here? The answer to that question is varied. Many of you know (or claim to know) exactly the next step to take, whether that step is an internship, a full-time job, or even a backpacking trip through Europe. Others, will tell you that they have no idea. The big thing about college is learning about yourself. The last four years has definitely changed you. You're a totally different person than you were coming in as a freshman four years ago. I hope you're also a better one. You’ve learned so much about so much—your field, your interests, yourself, and so on—you would feel like, "were I to go back in time, my younger self wouldn’t even recognize me!" You can only hope this passion for learning carries over when you have to search out the info yourself instead of going to class and taking notes. I supposed real-life experience will teach all of us a lot either way.

To everyone who touched our lives, we say thank you. To parents who stood by us no matter what. To teachers who tried to instill in us a passion for learning. To administrators who wanted to make our college experiences as amazing as possible. To advisors who helped us decide what path to take. To friends who were there for pizza parties, study sessions, and everything in between. And to all those others we depend on. Without them—without each other—there would be no purpose to being here where we are now, no way to advance. Life, like society, is exactly what we make of it. And so, Colorado School of Mines Class of 2013, CONGRATULATIONS! You did it! It’s certainly a huge milestone. I’m sure most of you will remember that day—if not the night after—clearly for the rest of your lives.

On an informal note I would like to write this in Malay, there's no way I could express this in other language :)

Seriously, aku ucapkan congratulations utk korg, I know how that four years feel, susah senang, jatuh bangkit dgn kawan2 sume. That moment is absolutely precious. 4 tahun tu mengajar kita something, buat kita lebih kenal kawan2. And seriously rindu korang sume, cepat2 lah balik, nanti ramai2 keje kat KL boleh hangout together macam dulu2. I want it to be like the old times. And I have personal thanks to make to all these people:

Chang, Lupi & Pokchek - seriously, I love you! No one can replace my Chang, Lupi & Pocek. Thanks sebab selalu dengar story2 ak, masalah2 ak, selalu jaga aku, masak utk ak, lepak2 ngan ak, buat ak gelak time ak nak nangis. X de org yg bole replace korg. Walaupun korg sume muda dari ak, tapi ak rasa korg cm kakak2 abang2 ak pulak, I felt so close to you guys sometimes even more that friends in my own batch. Really thank you! Thank you sbb berjaya menahan dgn diri ak yg immature nie and my overactive tearducts :)

Sadiq, Jazli & Nadiah - korg source of my happiness time ak serabut. Bila serabut mmg wajib carik korg nk jamming seriously. Kalo dapat jamming ngan korg mmg boleh lupa masalah kejap. Main rockband ke or yg dance2 tu ke. And Sadiq, serious, ko dah banyak tolong aku masa kat CSM, be it homework EPICS or ape2 je lah, hahah glad to have the chance to know you. And Jazli selalu ngan lawak slamber nye, my favorite drummer. And Nadiah, slalu bagi ak main keyboard, and slalu mekap kan aku bila ada event and teman ak bila nk borak2 pasal shopping or shoes or handbags (pengganti kak Khairina lah kau Nadiah hahah)

And others: Wahid, Ikhlas, Bad, Fena, Nan, Daveen, Panda & Ezuan - Thank you korang sume for being a part of my life in CSM, it was precious to me and I hope to you as well, walaupun kita jarang melakukan aktiviti bersama hahah Wahid, the one yg ak slalu seek out pasal hal2 agama.  Ikhlas, dulu masa ak merempat kat rumah kau, ak ingat kau masak kari Ikan, thank you. Bad & Fena, selamat pengantin 'x berapa baru', cepat2 dapat baby heheh Nan & Daveen student rock prop ak dulu, sorry kalo ak garang hahah sampai skarang pun garang dengan junior kat tmpt keje, it's just me, being garang. Panda, ak ingat lagi masa ak tarik kau buat confession kat rumah Annex malam tu, oh my gosh, that night ak x lupa sampai skarang, rasa lawak pun ada. And Ezuan, yg bijak and always in his calm and collected self, thanks for the choki2 u bring back to me masa summer, mula2 nk simpan x nk makan, tapi habis jugak dlm seminggu heeeee.

P/s: Masa first time korg jumpa aku, mesti korg ingat bajet gila minah nie, sombong gila kannn tak tgk org kiri kanan. Tapi ak mmg mcm tu, pemalu skit nk tegur org baru, takes time, but once u know me, ak memang pelik (I have nothing good to say about myself anyways hahah)

All in all, hope u guys are ready to embark on a new journey. Good luck to all of you!

P/s: I deleted the photo on April 22, 2021

Just Because We Don't Talk Anymore

Just because we don't talk anymore, doesn't mean that I've forgotten about you, it doesn't mean that I no longer care. Truth is, I still do. I do my best to check up on you, to see how you're doing. To see if you're okay, but every time I get the urge to talk to you, it suddenly hits me that, we're strangers, you don't want me in your life, hence the reason why I'm no longer a part of you.
But, even though everything's changed; I just want you to know that, I'm still here. I'll still be here for you, I'll still lend you my shoulders and my ears. I don't care what time it is, what I'm doing. Don't hesitate to talk to me, because half the time, I wish that you were talking to me. I just really miss your presence, I miss you being my best friend. I just miss you in general.

The Infamous Cup Song

The Cup Song has gone viral these days. I was tempted to do the cup song myself. So far, I've managed to learn the cup flipping along with the clapping technique. It was quite easy surprisingly.

Check out the link below to see the original cover of the Cup Song. This is not the original song though, it is an awesome cover of a song performed in 1937 by the Mainer's Mountanieers. The name of the original song is Miss Me When I'm Gone. Lulu & The Lampshades did a great job to make this wonderful cover. And then, this song appeared in Pitch Perfect movie; for all i know, Pitch Perfect gave credits to the girls for this awesome version. Later on Anna Kendrick make a cover version out of Pitch Perfect movie and made a music video for the song she covered.

You're Gonna Miss Me by Lulu and the Lampshades

The 8 Versions Of You

1. The one who doesn’t want to deal with society.

You are just not interested in seeing people, and have no real justification for that other than “my soul is tired.” You would much prefer staying in, keeping to yourself, and surfing on the internet (with chat feature safely off). It’s just that the outside world involves so much judgment, so much challenging interaction, and such a high risk of running into people you have absolutely zero interest in seeing. You are the person who is most happy when curled up in their blanket.

2. The one who can’t go out enough.

You are deeply considering getting “Where Is The Fucking Party” tattooed across your chest because it is one of those nights — as tends to happen once every so often, much like a werewolf — where you are looking to go out and get embarrassing. You just want to meet everyone, and ask them how they are doing, and tell them all about how shitty of a day you had over the dulcet tones of Pitbull.

3. The one who is filled with confidence.

You can do anything! You are beautiful, and lovely, and considerate, and filled with promise. You could spend an hour in front of your computer, taking selfies and thinking about how great it is to be alive and young in such an interconnected world. You are smart, and capable, and should have listened harder to all of the people who told you in your childhood that you were “gifted,” because that shit is true, and it is wonderful. Nothing can keep you down!

4. The one who thinks they are a total loser.

…Except for that moment, a mere four minutes later, in which you catch yourself in a particularly unflattering shot directed straight up your several chins. Then you hate yourself, as no one has ever hated anyone before, and can only think about the endless amount of things you will never be capable of doing or trying in your life. You are incompetent, and ugly, and will never get that many “likes” on your pictures because the universe is subtly trying to inform you that you are ugly. Life is horrible.

5. The one who has lots of dreams.

When you grow up (whenever that is because, let’s be real, you’re already well into your twenties and still consider yourself a fetus), you want to be a lawyer. No, wait, a dancer. A dancer/public defender who spends most of their spare time volunteering at schools for underprivileged children, teaching them about the magic of salsa and watching it transform their limited prospects in life. You are going to do all of this while taking the most punishingly twee Instagram photos the world has ever seen, and making all of the people who teased you in high school cripplingly jealous.

6. The one who wants to curl up and go to sleep.

You would rather die than think about how you get a job with a decent salary. Literally die. You don’t even want to know what benefits are, or how one acquires them, or what happens when you don’t have them. You would just like to curl up in a ball and eat yourself into an early grave with german chocolate cake.

7. The one who is hopelessly romantic and curious.

Everything is beautiful! You’re just obsessed with this old couple you saw walking down the street, holding hands. They represent all that is perfect and possible in this world, and you just want to follow them around with a little recorder, asking them questions about how they met and picking flowers for them. There is just so much loveliness to be found in this world, if one is only willing to look.

8. The one who wants to punch happy people in the face.

This obnoxious couple across from you in the metro has made the dire, unforgivable mistake of sitting across from whilst exhibiting the deep love they have for one another. This is the kind of shit you are just tired of dealing with, and you are beyond the point of being able to pretend that you don’t boil over with seething hatred for their amorous displays of joy. People are so inconsiderate, and it’s so uncool.

For My Mind Is Treacherous

This hope is treacherous, this daydream is dangerous.

How You Know Someone Cares

Someone who cares will ask you how your day is. They want to know what you’re doing; they want to know if something significant has happened in your life. You don’t have to talk to them all the time, but when you do see them, they will want to know how you are. Not out of some sort of obligation, but because they genuinely want to know.

Someone who cares will tell you things. They’ll tell you how ridiculous that parking ticket was; they’ll tell you a joke they found hilarious. Some people share more than others, but someone who cares will tell you things that matter to them, no matter how small that thing is.

Someone who cares will listen. Now, there are times when they won’t listen well. We all do that sometimes: we’re distracted, or so excited we talk over each other. But a person who cares will listen to you regularly, because your opinions matter to them. The things you say make some sort of impact on them – your opinions make them think, or make them laugh. But in their way, whatever that way is, they will listen.

Someone who cares wants to see you. They like spending time with you. It’s not hard to read the pleasure on their face in your company. Someone who doesn’t care is ambivalent, or pays attention only when it suits their selfish purposes.

A person who cares about you will take time for you. Even if it’s just a few times a year – that friend from your hometown, the one separated from you by an entire 2000 miles. When you’re home, they will want to see you. They’ll chat with you online, or maybe they’ll call you. Sometimes weeks or months might pass, but when it counts, if in your darkest hour you need them, they will respond, and will do so gladly.

Someone who cares will not make you feel bad for taking up said time. Although they might be busy, so are you. They will want to spend the time on you because that is just what you do when you care for someone. They won’t make you feel bad for asking to hang out, feel guilty that your time is less valuable than whatever else they are doing.

People are never perfect, so you will not always get along with the person who cares about you. Sometimes you will be frustrated, or feel ignored, or accidentally ignore them, or fight. Mistakes will be made, because hey, we’re all human. But then time passes, and if you can, you rectify the situation. Because that’s what you do with people who truly matter.

Sometimes a person who once cared for you stops caring. Maybe they wanted to end your relationship, be it romantic, platonic, or familial. Maybe you did something wrong, or distance separated you, or they changed as a person. Sometimes you bond with someone, or do something for them, or have a heart-to-heart, and they care for you once more. Caring is a fluid thing that can change over time. But there are also some people who never really cared for you, people who you know will never care for you, no matter what you do.

People who don’t care will not text you back. If you make no effort to see them or talk to them, you know, deep down, they won’t try. They will forget you if you stop trying. Because if a person doesn’t care about you, they rarely think about you. They don’t care about your opinions. Because if you care about someone, they exist in your mind. You think about them, you wonder about them, perhaps not all the time, but they are there.

If it’s a boyfriend or girlfriend, someone who doesn’t care about you will not try to make you come. They are so concentrated on their own pleasure that yours means nothing to them. When you’re talking, they will not want to know how you are doing. I once met an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen for a year. He did not ask a single question about me, but just talked about himself. If a person doesn’t care about you, they won’t register your facial expressions. They won’t try to smooth things over if things go wrong. They will never consider your feelings, but instead think only of their own.

A person who doesn’t care about you is not necessarily a bad person. It’s just that they are not attached to you. Maybe they have enough people in their life to care about. Maybe there are things about you they don’t like that they have never mentioned.  Occasionally, they are just a selfish and uncaring person. Sometimes there is no real reason. But it is important to really think about the people who care about you and the people who don’t. Because when you care for someone, you invest in them. What happens to them affects you, and their lack of care will hurt you. So cherish the people who care about you, and do not invest your time, and your heart, into people who do not.

Tu me manques tellement, ça me rend malade

What Happened On The Fourth Week Of April?

Hey all!

It's coming to the end of April. May will greet us soon. Time flies. SUPER FAST. I remember when I was still in Colorado, during my senior year, this is the time where I got all hyped up about graduation. This is the time I did all the crazy stuffs I always wanted to do. This is also the time where I took some personal time to walk around the school area alone absorbing and memorizing all the scenery I'm going to miss today, two years after my graduation. But, that's not what I'm going to talk about in this entry. I want to talk about the boring stuffs happened during the fourth week of April 2013.

As usual, the boring stuffs, I was super busy with the work in the office. I feel like 24 hours a day is just not enough for someone to do the job or complete some tasks. I think I need more than that, speaking about greediness and poor time management. I still haven't finish my grade promotion project, and the deadline is coming soon, I need to get promoted by May. I'm like super buzzed right now. Aside from all the issues and services I need to do for clients, I also need to complete my grade project which is tough! I'm trying my best to do this. I don't deny, sometimes I feel like giving up, but then, it will be a waste of nine months since I started working there. So, I'm going to work really hard and show to everybody that I'm an engineer and I can definitely do this. Lately, I've been spending my Sundays in the office or getting a nice cup of Grande Hot Chocolate and working in Starbucks.

- My weekend Working-In-Starbucks routine -

Enough about the boring working part, but not yet to the happy part. This week has been a super fast and really tiring week. I had some bad news coming in too, not specifically about me but about the people around me. First, one of my hang-out buddy is quitting his job due to poor ratings from the client. But I told him that "everything has its first time, take this as a lesson learnt, and move on". I hope he thinks about this properly before resigning. Me and him and three other Grade Eight engineers were very close to each other, we hang around often, like almost every day, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. So it's going to be quite sad, if one of us is leaving. And once a person starts to leave, there will be others who are going to follow his lead too. That has always been the case. Deep in my heart, I was praying so that he doesn't leave. Second, my friend's uncle just passed away, it was on Friday. Just on Thursday I was happily talking to my friend in the car, we were on our way home, back from the office, when she received the bad news from her mother. Her mother told her that her uncle was involved in a serious accident and that the doctor said, he don't stand a chance. My heart was shattered, I felt so sorry for her, in a blink of an eye, the mood turned very dark indeed. We were quietly praying in our heart for her uncle, I quietly sent her to the nearest LRT station so that she could get to the hospital. The last word I spoke to her is that "keep calm and keep on praying". I haven't seen her since that night, but I got the news that her uncle was in coma for several hours and he just couldn't make it, he passed away on Friday. I cried. Bad news never had good timing.

Enough of the sad news. Wow, I've never thought that this entry would be this dark. OK, really, enough of the dark stuffs, moving on to the bright side and happy ones. One of the perks of this week is that I got to meet some people I haven't met in years. The last time I met them was probably 5 years ago, they were my friends in pre-college school. Nana and Wani, it was very random. I met Wani on Friday morning at San Francisco Coffee Shop in my office building. It seemed like she has a meeting with a client. We got to sit and talk with each other for like 15 minutes before I need to rush to my office. Glad that we exchanged contact details, it is always great to broaden your network especially when you are a career woman. Then I met Nana on the sidewalk for like 5 minutes on Friday afternoon, I feel bad because I need to rush to see one of my clients. I wished I had more time to talk to her, she has always been one of my favorite person during my pre-college years. After that I met my college buddies, Amir, Kimah and her fiance. We had a great dinner where we talk about some crazy lifestyle Amir had, and also about Kimah's engagement, it was really nice to catch up things with these awesome people. I can't wait to attend Kimah's wedding on December this year, it's gonna be super awesome!

- The cafe where we had dinner -

- Amir & Kimah -

And yeah, not to forget, I finally meet my favorite junior in college, Edwin. We worked for the same company but I haven't seen him for 4 months due to his training in Australia. I kinda miss him, we used to have lunch or dinner together. He is so SKINNY now after he got back from the rig, I'm jealous. And during my college years, he has always been really helpful towards me. It's really nice to catch things up with him too. He always makes me laugh, that's the fun thing about him, he has the ability to make me smile, laugh and not think about the bad stuffs. Thanks for the great time Edwin! Let's do this more often.

- Edwin (Yeah, I cropped myself out) -

With all these bad and good things happened, I realized that, this is the circle of life. Sometimes you're at the top, and sometimes you'll be down the hill. But it's OK, just keep moving on. What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. On a happy note, I did some shopping for myself, had some good foods and hang out with my favorite people during the weekends.

 - Present. Thank you :) -

 - Had been craving for Italian foods for a week.

So I had chicken meatballs spaghetti for lunch today -

- Bought myself a super comfy cute shoes -

Went all the way to Setia City Mall to shop which is like half an hour away from Kuala Lumpur if you're using the expressway. Lucky my friend was driving. I could use some time to sleep in the car , on the way to the Mall. After we came back from the Mall, we straight away went to this food market or 'Pasar Malam' as you Malaysians called it, to buy foods for dinner. You'll never have 'Pasar Malam' anywhere else in the world, it's definitely one of the perks of living in Malaysia.

 - The view before you reach Jalan Duta Toll Booth -

 - Jelatek Pasar Malam on Saturday -

It's close to 2AM in Malaysia. I need to sleep now, so that I could wake up tomorrow and work on my Project. How sad, tomorrow is Sunday, who works on Sunday anyway!? Yes, that would be me. Hope everyone had a fun weekend :)

Vivre la vie au maximum, mais jouer en toute sécurité.