Avengers

Though Liyana and I missed about 30 minutes of it, still, the remaining 2 hours were

awesome !

Who would you choose?
Thor, Tony Stark or Steve Rodgers?

Well I go for,
derrrrr derrrr derrr . . . . . . . . drum rolls . . . . .  chicken rolls . . . 

Chris Evans a.k.a Steve Rodgers a.k.a Captain America.

Liyana choose ! ahahaha

Einstein

I’m no Einsten. Well, not anymore.

This is not a post to brag about my awesomeness which is undeniably legen---dary, really. This is a story of strands, strands of spoiled hopes.

I chopped my hair off !

I feel bald, shiny-head-gleaming-under-the-sun bald. Having only a quarter left of hair makes me feel. . . . How to say . . Extremely light? Like when the wind blows I could be blown off along with the leaves and debris.

That light. But apparently my buttock forbids me to fly off.

I am not half blonde anymore and my hair is healthy once more ! But then at times whenever I lay down it is so utterly uncomfortable having my hair brushing my neck. It is as though someone is molesting me underneath the bed sheets. Such a terrifying thought.

I miss my superbly long hair despite of its twig-like and dying-cat-like appearance. Please grow back really fast okay hair? I want to be able to flip my hair back and forth because my flipshair hashtag on twitter seems to sound absurd and impossible to actually do.

#flipshair

Paycheck

Sweets.

Do I look sweet ? *bats eyelashes*

Kay.

Been having inside heart drama with myself. Been telling myself to rub dirt on. Toughen myself more. The more in denial I am, the grumpier I get. Even grumpier than Snow White’s dwarf but with no hat or a beard. Plus, I am much cuter.

*Picknose*

I am emotionally drained. Physically I look healthy. Seriously, really healthy.

*rubstummy*

I need to lose a few pounds do I. hmmmm I need someone to slap me and tell me straight to myself that I am fat like Christina Aguilera. So that I could go back to the cruel reality that being chubby is not sexy especially the ass. Tsskk tsskkk. Do not mention the ass. I had tried looking at it from the good side and embraced it, but failed miserably.

Disappointed.

I think I won’t be getting my paycheck since I do not have any evidence on my existence here. I have neither thumb print nor a card to punch right through it. Errrr. . . I literally depend on anyone who works under the same building to thumb print so that the door would open. If the receptionists are late in the morning or afternoon, I just have to stand in front of the glass door and make the puppy face. A half breed Chihuahua and a bull dog combined. Every company has that one blur pity face trainee, yes I am that trainee. How miserable I am. I want my paycheck please. This is heartbreaking.

Sleepy.

I have merely six hours of sleep everyday. Driving myself to the office early in the morning and late evening is not a fun thing. I literally smeared make up on my face every day. They say, do not look tired even if you do. At least eyy? Sometimes I do not have the energy, well that’s exaggerating. Specifically I do not have the will to step on the gas every time I am behind the wheels. I am getting tanner because of the scorching heat and blazing sun which shines on me directly on the face as if I am an angel sent from above.

My windows are in need of new tints.

Yes I am complaining. How to halal rezeki macam ini amoi? Be grateful that you are still breathing please and boyfriend is coming home soon.

*Giggles, Alhamdulillah*

A Gory Tale.

Past And Future.

I have been a messed up lil town girl back then. I had fallen deep inside the darkest pit to rising up to the highest peak. I have always having trouble in handling my own anger. I would look all gloomy then the next moment I would be okay. I could be all furious and in rage for no reason and shut myself up in my own cave or in a garbage bin like the green monster in Sesame Street does. I wonder how that would smell. Hope it smells like a bakery shop. I hope. This does not have anything to do with what I am about to say afterwards.

They say,

You put your blood first in line and the strangers second. But then in some circumstances it does not work like that.

You know why?

When all they do is rubbing to your face with not an inch of respect to you with their wealth and never even dial your number to ask whether you have shave your hairy legs first before wearing your three quarter length jeans out for a walk. E r r r. . . .Kay.

Standing in front of the house porch and knocking on the door, and asking to lend some valuable green notes. Some of the days they would be a bit polite and comes by with a smile along with some desserts for tea.

After years went by,

It would be just stalking you and constantly sending a text every 5 minutes telling they need more at every freaking end of the month as if you owe them some.

You wonder,

Where did they spend all those greens? It seems like it vanish in a nick of seconds. Haven’t they heard? It is not easy earning those green notes these days. Everything needs them.

It is like oxygen.

When you were younger you would just assume good things and always understands the situation.

Now, when you have become a grown adolescent and understand the value of every bill. You realize that they are getting ruder. Not having a slightest respect to the ones older than them, putting up a face and walking like they are the victim of the situation.

After years of patience, you cannot tolerate and indulge it anymore.

Respect is the thing you do not get from them no more.

Wrath is growing larger and larger each day like a ball of yarn towards your blood lines and it is getting unbearably uncontrollable.

Hatred is what you feel.

And, in return, you shall not get any bit of my respect, not with your green eyed money maniac monster attitude.

Not that gory ey? *stabs pillow*

So bloody that the wools in the pillow spurts out non stop.

Should name these serpents eyed fellows as Slytherin brats.

I am muggle born and proud of it.

This is what I call true love. LOL

Twenty-First, April 10th.

Afternoon Ramblings

The longer my hair is, the more annoying it is.

Regrets.

Regretting the stupid action I took couple of months ago where I decided to electrocute my hair. Now I look like Einsten.

No kid. Well, that’s an exaggeration.

Mom and older sis had been all irritating everyday nagging about how ugly my roots and the tips of my hair are. Some strands of my hair are blonde and some strands are jet black. Free highlights I guess?

Note: Dyed my hair hazelnut blonde and cherry red before, now it becomes slightly merely white. So blonde, if I am stuck with this hair for a couple of months more, I could be dumb, as Liyana phrased it, dumb as a rock. Even Patrick Star would outsmart me.

+

  = ME.

Now, I am half blonde and a beach perm hair. I look like a rabbit. Why rabbit? Simply because they are as cute as I am. Eh no. Technically and truthfully speaking, I am cuter. Barf now.

The thing is,

Every time I wanted to murder my hair it would wink at me and sometimes it stares at me right in the eye, the Puss-In-Boots kind of unbearable cuteness sort of stare. I hate checking out the mirror as my house is full of it. I could not stop myself from having a glimpse of my plump reflection. Inherited the habit of having a quick look of myself from mom I guess. Wee wiitt~ Checking myself out. So vain but then such a serene sight.

Again barf.

I have been collecting hair serums since the day I gave my hair a stroke. The tear drop shaped kind of oil to moisturizing hair spray to a serum that practically smells like watermelons. I cannot list it all down or else I would sound like a sales girl. I am not here to rate any products I have tried on. I am here simply just to rant and type out my useless ramblings.

Is there anyone reading anyway?

PandaWhiskers

What the hell was I thinking ? A tweethandle named PandaWhiskers? Pandas does not even have whiskers nor a nose. Eh, never mind. I was bored this evening and I changed everything, and then I stupidly changed them back to normal. . . . . after 10 seconds.
Bimbo moment. One of my bimbo moment.

heyyhoo !
This post would be random.
I was eyeing and walking around inside Guardian the other day to look for anything for my eyeballs. Technically I was running around because time is ticking and time does not wait for any women. CEYYY NO. I tend to basically not really running.
What does people call it? Walking faster than normal people do?

Anyhoo, as I was glaring around and saw these ! *Look down*

&

I need an eye cream simply because being an owl for the past merely four months transformed me into a raccoon. Extreme awful dark circles I have. I am not taking you as a pet, so I am getting rid of you. YOU UGLY NOT-A-PET YOU !

I ended up buying Garnier as Loreal costs 4 times than Garnier's. I am on budget. Gaji belum keluar maaaa, makan banyak maa. Kulit kemudian makan dulu maaa.
Kay. K.
I really hope it does what I read on the box. Or not I will sue Garnier for my eyebags. Blame them for being such a fraud. LOL.

Moving On !
It is my parents twenty eighth wedding anniversary ! I repeat ! As you guys are so blind since I cannot say you are deaf cause technically you are reading this.

Happy 29th Anniversary Mama & Papa !
You know I love both of you equally and unconditionally :')

P/s: The purpose of this post is well, I am bored. I baked so many cupcakes just now although I know no one would willingly finish them. Guess I'd bring them to the office on Monday. Oh, why am I still wide awake when I am supposed to sleep ? I am waiting for Hani. He went out for his boys night out.
Peace! 

Home As I Call It.

Bonjour ! *pouts*

Seriously, girlfriend ? Seriously ? Pouting is not necessary. 
Heyyhooo ~
Since I am back ! I will be having my long long super duper extremely long holiday. Five months of bliss at home. First things first, why am I blogging about my hometown which is obviously Kuching Sarawak ?

Offended.
Seems like some people are just being insensitive around me. Saying things which is sort of a wee bit rude. I would go all offensive if anyone mocks about my home !

I know, well. We locals know that Kuching is a bit off track with well lets say Kuala Lumpur.
But,
That does not gives you the right to say shit about it right to our face. Let me assume that your brain malfunctioned and you were overloaded with stupidity at the time. I guess that you have not figure it out yet.
Guess what ?
You are talking about the place where I live in, where I pretty much grew up in. My home.
Outsiders remains outsiders. Your thoughts and opinions are not needed.
Why am I in fury?
Read.
There are a couple of journalist who obviously not from Kuching came to visit.
Warning: This would be gory. No, kidding. It might have been. But I'm humane.

Back on track please, 
I guess they left their brains back at home and their insensitivity. Or they are just naturally rude? Commenting awful things about our home is not a great first impression of yourself.

You seem to be arrogant and narrow minded.

I loathe these kind of midgits.
Learn on being humble would you? Stop being harsh, midgit. (oops)
There's a quote saying
"Some things should be left unsaid"

I AM BORED. SO BITE ME.

Long Distance. Diploma

Officially finished with my Diploma. Alhamdulillah Syukran Ya Allah SWT. Hopefully all the hard work paid off.

We strive for the best,
Allah SWT determines your fate (rezeki).

All I want to do is to make both of my parents proud of their middle child :)
Despite all the stress on getting the best. I am in dilemma to either study abroad or just stay here in Kuching. I love meeting new people, new set of environment. New dialects and accents. I am interested to learn new things. Yet still, I do not want to burden my parents with the expenses to send me off studying. The ticket flights, the extra pocket money and all. Sighs.

Cannot wait for love to come to Kuching.
Yeay !
A birthday together finally :')