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2012-02-13T21:01:00.001+08:00

One of the joys in life people look forward after high school is well, to drive a car. I know that my days of high school are way behind me, but I can't help to rant about all these newbies on the road who drive like they are chasing after a robber. OK, firstly... You don't have to drive that fast you know, no matter how fast you run there is always a bloody traffic light, a slowpoke arse in front of you or well, a road block. Always.

And I hate those damn mtfkers who flash their lights/honk whenever they want to freaking overtake you. Didn't they learn in driving school that if you wanna overtake just use your damn indicators? Well, that's another bummer. They don't know how to use those freaking indicators! WE DON'T READ YOUR FREAKING MIND. Use those damn indicators. I hate drivers that drift from lanes to lanes. Well, I do that too... providing there isn't any car next to me.

And please people, you passed your parking test right? Then why do you park like you is blind? They drew those damn boxes for a reason, its not a doodle that you ignore. Please park within the line. Just frustrates me people who don't park within the line and there isn't any space for anyone to park beside them. Pure bodohness.

Speaking of parking, PEOPLE WHO DOUBLE PARK. Listen up. When you are in hurry to the bank, to McD, to the supermarket or where ever you wanna be at, and there isn't a parking. Please don't double park if you know its going to obstruct traffic. The stupidest thing for you to do is to double park, and then take your own sweet time in the shop, not giving two shit about people who are about to pass through.

I sat in a restaurant while hearing the symphony of the honking cars. Whereby few drivers got down from their cars, came into the restaurant asking table by table if the car belonged to anyone who is in the shop. After almost 10-15 minutes, the lorry driver who was clearly pissed off gave a loud honk.. And guess what? The damn mtfking car owner was the guy sitting beside us. FUCKING IGNORANCE.

The other car was owned by these 3 businessman who was right in front of the shop, meaning they sat throughout the symphony and drivers asking who's car is parked in front of the restaurant. I had this dramatic expression on this face clearly because I was telling my mum what an idiot the owner of the car is, and basically I was cursing him without profanity. And my guess is that he heard, but he gave no fuck. Or probably he didn't understand, or lack common sense.

But seriously? You can drive a car, but your brains can't comprehend what nuisance it is when you park your car like that? God.

2012-02-07T10:15:00.000+08:00

Just had my oatmeal and coffee as breakfast. Have a feeling that its such a bad idea now because I'm getting sleepy. I think I am immune to caffeine.

Since I am lazing around at home, I decided to create GIFs for Tumblr. Its another blog I have for the purposes of reblogging and drooling over awesome food/people/clothes/etc. Valentines day is just around the corner!
Tadadadadadada.

interbiu

2012-02-04T17:16:00.001+08:00

Woke up in the morning for yet another interview for the same job. The job isn't that exclusive, yet I have to go for 2 interviews with long gaps in between. I seem like a desperado, when in fact I hate finding another job.

picture: before getting ready for interview. *yawns*

The interview was okay,lah. Like every other interview I've been to, same old questions of the old job, why you want the job, why this, why that. I get bored of talking about myself, and sometimes I beat around the bush instead of giving a straight answer because I refuse to sound like a boring hag. Instead I come off as a nagging butthead, or an airhead that don't give straight answers. I think.

During the long wait, I could only thing of eating sushi afterwards. Which I did. But I got full easily, and ended up hungry after a while. My long and winding journey of insomnia ended when I actually slept early the other day. Its been two days since, and I'm sleeping and waking up well. I feel proud of myself. I actually get things done.

I hope this goes on! :)

2012-02-02T04:18:00.002+08:00

It never fails to amaze me how good this guy really is.

Guys, a tip!

2012-02-01T06:12:00.001+08:00

This is so true. :) Guys take note!
and, heh heh. Christina. lol.

facebook

2012-02-01T05:32:00.000+08:00

I quit after almost a week without facebook, I am back on facebook. I reactivated my facebook because my mum keeps asking me to see my sister's facebook status. There's this synonym to the popular term of female dog who keeps spreading rumours about my sister. And my sister took it bad, obviously. So my sister shot it off by obviously 'status-ing (twitter-ing?)' about it. The oh-so-controversial status had likes, comments and etc. My mum even commented to set things off. Funny though, this harlot is basically spreading lies that is about herself? Getting money from foreigners, sleeping with other guys? I've met her before actually, at a glance she seemed nice. But who knows right? Who knows? How sad is it to even think that this was once my sister's best friend?

Well, I won't blame my sister. Humans are indeed miraculous creatures with extremely talented acting and manipulative skills. They can twist to deceive you. Oh, how vulnerable human can be too, sometimes. I had my fair share of friends who deceived me. But I was best to just leave, rather than to continue on with such 'friendship'. I think the friendships I treasure most is the ones I had in highschool. The ones you've tasted salt, sugar, vinegar, and other kind of food that might tickle your sense buds.

I remember starting off college with no intentions of making friends at all. I just wanna go to college and get back as soon as I can. I never enjoyed college. I never enjoyed class. I only enjoy after class. Funny the friends I made in college are the friends I had made in school way before I joined college. Except the boyfriend. Exception. Haha. Even Timothy, whom I became close with in college is from my high school! The friends I made in college? Well, I never had anything to click with them so I never bothered hanging out with them if there isn't classes on that certain day of college.

But you know, its nice to get new friends. Get to experience the spices in life. As for me, I prefer less drama. So I just casually talk to people, with no intentions of being friends, enemies or banana. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, who cares. Haha. You still just go hi-bye-ing with them.

I'm getting bored at home. Gucci don't call me. Please, don't call. I beg, I remember you say. Sometimes it last in words, but sometimes it gets away. Please get away. I don't want the job :(

2012-01-30T08:36:00.000+08:00

OMG. Maluation.

I found my old blog. Wanna see it and laugh at how I was, when I was 15? Here.
OH GAWD. *proceeds to click some more*

Oh, Honey!

2012-01-28T02:54:00.002+08:00

Ever heard of Aspirin? I've heard it so many times, especially in movies. Whenever someone is hurt or something, they take Aspirin. Hang over? Aspirin. But, what do I use aspirin for? A good ole' facial scrub. I've read this in few websites when I had crazy acne and didn't bother to try it. When my skin got better just a tiny bit, I gathered courage to try it out. What do you need for this mask?

1. Aspirin. Uncoated, not in capsule form.

It comes in packets like this, for only RM1.80. Popular pharmacies like Watsons and Guardian should have these. After undressing them, it should look like this.

2. Honey

3. Drops of water

Instructions:

1. Undress the aspirin. Gather them about and add drops of water to watch them dissolve.

2. Add a dash of honey and mix them up well.

3. Apply on face and let dry for 10 - 15 minutes.

4. Wash face gently in circular motions, focusing on scrubbing them but not too hard.

Outcome:

For me, it never fails to keep my face feeling fresh afterwards. Makes me feel like as if I am fairer too. Haha. I tried it on my brother yesterday too, and it was magnifique! Dead skin was coming out from his face! I kid you not, it rolled up into nasty dirt and I encouraged him to keep scrubbing and he said it felt so clean afterwards. I told him to do this at least once every week. We'll see how his pimples will go then.

Hehe. Why don't you try this out? I heard it fade scars or something, but I haven't been religiously sticking to this. But I shall try and see if its true or not!

2012-01-26T23:53:00.000+08:00

Today, feeling like as if I had overcome my messy biological clock when actually, I was trolled over. I slept at 6am and woke up at 11am because my mum wanted me to park the car inside the house. Phfts. Amazingly I felt so fresh, and energetic which lead me to believe that I can last the whole afterning without a nap so that I can sleep perfectly well at night, but nooooo... After brunch I got cozy on my own bed and dozed off till almost 7pm. Tsk.

Insomniac making me a maniac.

Yesterday was an eventful day. Gong xi, gong xi to all my Chinese/non-Chinese celebrants friends. It was the 3rd day of Chinese New Year, and because le boyfriend was Chinese, I was invited to his house for the 3rd time. Haha. His mum cooks awesome food. Oh, his grandma too. I like to eat the food there, which basically leads to whenever his mum cooks something yummy, she asks him to invite me. I feel like a fat kid who is fed lollies all the time!

Anyways, yesterday was Sarawakian Laksa for lunch. Tasted oh so yummy. I don't know what it is in the broth but it gives me a cozy feeling of tomyam when its not. I couldn't go for seconds because his mum invited me to go to another house for dinner pulak. Dinner was a big one! Curry chicken, Chicken soup, Mixed Vege, Omelettes and sweet and sour fish. My tummy couldnt contain it anymore, I eat little of everything. No choice, it was automatically appearing on my plate. They thought I was shy, so they put a little of everything on it. Hehe.

After the large meal *pats le tummy*, they gambled a bit. As what le boyfriend's dad used to say (during last CNY too!), "when in rome do as the romans do". And so I joined in. I was undoubtedly the loser lah kan, because I did not have any lady luck. To have one, I have to be le lesbian. Haha. But oh well, felt fun losing because it wasn't my money. Started off with 8 bucks, in the end had 18. So okay lah, win back my capital. Compared to the others, mine was so little. sadness.

When we reached back to le bf's residence, I was sticky and eecky. And I was invited by ze brothers to Genting for fun. At first I was pretty reluctant, and then I thought why not? So I went and dozed off in the car few times. The car was mighty comfy. And when we reached le Genting, it was fogging and I was amazed. Was so happy to see it was fogging -_-"

When we reached the casino, we were stopped and was asked to show our IC, it seems that the new rules is that you actually have to reach your birthday in order to enter. Le sigh. Went to mcd after that to chit chat while his brothers went on to gamble. After they were done, they headed to a seafood restaurant pulak. I was like, le tummy.. are you up for this? I ate anyways because no way ze people can finish it. I look like a pig though. But I have no regrets!

After eating we headed back and I was so tired and sleepy.. And full. But when I got home, I turned on le lappie and watched 'Puss in Boots' with my brother. Ended up sleeping in their room because I was too lazy to move. Ah, what an eventful day indeed!

And congrats to you if you read this far. *pats your back*
Haha. Today I stayed in and havent left the house. Tudududu. I wanna go out but too..darn..lazy.

Till next long ass post, sayonara!

2012-01-20T05:11:00.000+08:00

While waiting for my maggi cup to settle in, I decided to blog a little bit.
*managed to check who follows my blog and twitter. removed a few due to creepiness. feel like privatizing the blog again -.-

Its 5AM now, by the way. My biological clock is messed up. I wake up at 4pm almost everyday. My mum usually wakes me up around 1 or 2pm for lunch and I immediately go back into slumber after that. I get so tired because I sleep around 7 to 8am. Today I woke up around 10am today because my mum knocked my door and pointed an airgun at me (she was obviously joking, lol) and shouted "GET OUT NOW, AND EAT! EAT!" To which, I walked back to bed and slept. Kept thinking of the whole scene in my dreams that I just had to wake up and eat.

After eating, I played with the laptop for a while. I felt so bloody tired that I kept losing Tetris (A game in facebook, I suck so badly anyway. Ini sekadar alasan..) and my eyes were hurting so bad. I fell asleep in the midst of it all when suddenly, my mum once again came into my room and turned off all the electronic appliances in my room. I could not give 1,2 step and just slept off anyway. It was so hot that afternoon, that I told myself not to sweat while I sleep, like I am the master of my own body. But, I was so wrong... I woke up at 4, almost 5 soaked in sweat because my mum forgot to turn on the fan after the TNB people fixed our metre (oh, i forgot to mention that. now u know).

Sigh. What a day, no? So, so exciting day.
Oh my maggi is done now. Shall slurp away!

2012-01-18T02:34:00.000+08:00

its been so long since i blogged. what's up with me lately? well, i went to port dickson during the weekend. it was a 24 hour thing. we left at 11pm and got back at 6pm the next day. awesome and scary at the same time, shall blog about that tomorrow or something.

i have an interview tomorrow. yikes. somewhat feeling a little bit nervous because its not really in my fondness to do so? erm, sure i would like to work and get the moolah, but what's holding me back is the confidence i need to even get the job. i'm sure everyone there is going to be freaking intimidating. *hides behind pillows*

its going to be like my first job once again. cake on the face, with tons of colours, fake smiles, sucking up and handling pressure with other colleagues. well, this is first assumption anyway.. if i get the job that is. sigh.
i need to sleep, don't want no puffy eyes during the interview now.. do we?

okay. *clicks publish post*

2012-01-11T01:05:00.000+08:00

I hate it whenever I try to say something, I immediately get shut out. All I can do is just stare at my phone, and not say a thing. My opinions, feelings, thoughts do not matter? I just stared at my phone for almost half an hour, trying not to look up because tears may roll down anytime. I'm just sad because I wasn't given a chance. Can't I be trusted? I've been responsible this far, even for things I am not supposed to be. And this is how I am treated? You can't buy me to be cooped up like this. I need this. I think.

It just hurts. Thanks a lot for showing me that its just a number. :)

i did it, i did it.

2012-01-07T03:35:00.000+08:00

I finally posted up my 'wonderful' resolutions in this personal blog. I am pretty happy that I actually published them as I regularly check my own blog. I know its kinda stupid, but I like looking at what I've written in the past and would usually end up asking myself why did I even write that?

As I typed out my resolution, my boyfriend gave me the creepy smile because he wants to know, I think. Then I told him, 'Why so sibuk, you read my blog anyway what.. Can see it later." To which he tells me that he haven't check it in a while. I felt guilty a bit. But oh well, hehe.

To be honest, I am a little bit worried with what I answered in my exam yesterday. I am so afraid of screwing up. I am so afraid of silly mistakes that would result in me failing. Honestly, I am person who usually leaves the exam hall feeling pretty confident even though I might screw up. But this was different, my tummy was eating up inside. Is this maturity I am feeling?

Speaking of maturity... Upon seeing a birthday notification in Facebook the other day, I asked my boyfriend how old are we turning this year. To which he responded, '21.' Are you freaking serious? 21? I am turning 21? WHAT?!

I'm getting old. I forgot that my brothers are 14 and 17 now. WHAT? How is this even possible?
My mum is 51. Still young. Hehe. Oh how time flies, when you're having fun. Well, you are having fun. Not me. So why is my time flying? It should be constant and immobile, like my fun. Not going anywhere. Capiche?
Kthxbai.

Of eyebags and blood

2012-01-06T03:07:00.000+08:00

My paper has been done for. I tried my best, I really did. If I fail, I can't blame anyone but myself. Sigh. Why can't things be straight forward, really? Here I am, feeling sorry for myself. Today I am just a sad person. But then again, when am I not? Sipping vodka while typing this, makes my tummy burn a little. I am not much of a drinker, or am I proud to be drinking alcoholic beverages... but I feel numb as I sip this little poison. I just want to cry my heart out. What a bad day.

Exams, Ombak Rindu!, and etc.

I'm just upset with myself. I'm just pathetic for being sad for myself. For not being good enough. A good daughter, a good girlfriend, a good friend, a good anything... I'm just bad. Bad at everything.

Cheers for the night. Off to watch the remainder of Fight Club. Sometimes its better to watch a movie you think is cool by yourself, so that people won't judge you for watching such a boring movie without giving it a chance.

xo.

Fight, fight!

2012-01-05T01:14:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry for the overdue post. Fret not dear blog, I've already compiled my list of resolutions and I am determined to cross one out the list pretty soon. Yeap, that's obtaining my Diploma. I'm afraid I haven't been telling much on the open here in my blog, but here I am letting it slip.

I've been studying my butt off for this extremely ridiculous paper. I rather not bitch about this paper, because karma can really screw me over tomorrow. Aha, yes the paper is tomorrow! I'm stealing a little bit time from reading ze notes to blog. I call it the 'release stress time'!

I have been having a terrible time falling asleep over the past month (or year! hehe), and I always wake up at around 1pm! I fall asleep usually at 6am tho. I find it very difficult to fall asleep even if I am awake throughout the whole evening. Craps! So lets hope I don't oversleep tomorrow. It would be freaking nasty.

I shall blog again pretty soon. Wish me luck!

Hello 2012

2012-01-01T03:45:00.000+08:00

Its a new year, once again. 2012 is a year predicted by the Mayans to lead us all to the end of the world. It even lead to a movie which I never really bothered to watch.

Another year has passed by and I had spent my time doing so many things I had done the years before. Have I changed as a person? Maybe yes, maybe not. This is a trick question actually. You have to be really self-absorbed or brutally honest to yourself (and still be wrong), if you can answer this.

As I wanted it to be, I have not compiled my resolutions yet. Mission one, failed. Sigh.
I am blogging this as new year passed my geographically challenged country (and yours too, if you will). It has been New Years since 3 hours and 40 minutes ago. I spent my time doing what my mum had told me to do, because unlucky for her, she had to work. No one wanted to replace her at that time.

I spent the remaining hours of 2011 preparing spaghetti, trying to 'incense' my house and BATHE. I did not bathe since morning. Preparing the 'New Years Meal' was pretty easy (and turned out yummy!) but burning incense and carrying it to every corner of my house as my mum told me to, was very hard. I tried my best, probably not the best as my mum would normally do on new years, but at least I tried! Oh, the incense thing is just a juju thing that my mum does every new year. Nothing to do with our religion.

My cousins who lived nearby showed up later and we had a drinking game with my boyfriend and my sister's boyfriend. I won a few rounds thus, I drank very little! Haha. I feel awesome. Fast forward.
My cousins went home, sisters boyfriend went home. And I am here on the laptop, type type type away.

I hope you had a wonderful new year too. Sorry no pictures.
I hope my words did not bore you like I initially thought it would. Have a blessed year ahead everyone!

2011-12-29T02:11:00.000+08:00

Hello,

I went for a movie today. It was Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol.
"Your mission if you choose to accept it.." is the coolest line by far, that I've heard in this movie...Of course. It was quite good actually. Knowing that Simon Pegg is in this movie, I immediately knew its going to be a funny one.

Simon Pegg if you are oblivious to his existence is by far one of the good actors in my books. I've watched him before in Run Fat Boy, Run. Contrary to its title, is not about a fat Simon Pegg in his obesity years running for the love of his life. It is actually quite funny, that I should not elaborate at all. Funny things are not meant to be explained, its funny because it is. Don't be lame, thank you. Other movies by him, Hot Fuzz and How to Lose Friends and Alienate People.

Simon Pegg is on the far right, on the set of Hot Fuzz

It was a good movie. Had a really sour hotdog squished in a bun. Too much mustard and ketchup, I felt like I was sucking a smelly sock! Yuck, yuck. But it was good. I need to start reading up for next week, shitto!
Till then, I will be compiling a resolutions for new year. I shall post it up on my blog too!

Till next time! Tata.

2011-12-27T17:44:00.000+08:00

FA LA LA LA LA, NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!
It's the season to be fatty! Merry Christmas to everyone. I've been stuffing my face lately, so don't be surprised if you see me round like a melon!

A very blurred picture of my sister and I, on Christmas day

Not a very good christmas, but what's important is me celebrating it with my family. My sister is down from Philippines, and she's always happy because her boyfriend is a local here. Meeting him everyday is a bliss for her. A few days more till 2012! And so the 'prophecy' will unfold.

my evil faced brother with the christmas tree!

2011-12-13T11:01:00.000+08:00

I did laundry at 4am.

Got all disgusted by a flying cockroach that had been creeping up at my old shorts. It was hung behind a door, when I picked up to wear it, the cockroach starts flying up and around my head. Disgusting much. I don't really 'fear' cockroach, but it was flying. I swear it buzzed when it flies. Super disgusting. Started whacking it all over the room when it decided to land on my pillow. Argh. My pillow. How am I suppose to have a sane mind to even lie on it later? Plus I could not squish it when its on my pillow, right?

Decided to grow a pair, and shoo it to the floor or wall, or where ever it could be squishable. It ended up on my curtains these time. I began throwing bottles. Bottle of lotion, aloe vera, whatever bottle that I could reach from where I was standing. That freaking vermin didn't even budge. Sat there like a boss. Whacked it again that the curtains fell and so did the railing. At freaking 4am!

Finally when it left the room, I could not stand it no more. I whack it hard like as if the cockroach robbed me. Felt kind of stupid if someone actually recorded it and I had to watch. But thank God no one did. Teehee.

So I took my comforter, bed sheets, pillow cases and that dusty curtain, stuffed it down the washing machine. And guess what? Comforter could not fit because it was too puffy. Managed to get it done anyway, only to realize I can't sleep without my comforter.

No matter what I use to cover my feet, I could not sleep. Yeah, I am one of those people who gotta sleep with a blankie/comforter no matter how hot it is. I could even sweat and still have my comforter around me. Sigh. I've been up since 9. Watching my comforter dry, hoping no one lets Mika free from his leash. He might pee on my comforter. Grr.

Oh well.

And yes, I haven't been studying. I'm busying playing with Wii. Starting to think it was a bad investment... But it gives so much joy. Oh crap.

Jerked

2011-12-05T22:47:00.000+08:00

My two month old car was hit from the back recently. A (probably) drunk taxi driver, bumped my car's ass while we were waiting for the traffic light to go green. We were at stop for quite some time, when my car suddenly jerked forward. I thought that the car was acting up until I turned behind and saw the taxi driver reversing his car. I suspected he was drunk because he came out munching 'kerepek udang' while the guy who's probably his friend, rather than a passenger came out saying 'nothing, nothing'. The taxi driver kept his mouth shut and stood by only. He was the one driving -_-".

This is my first hand experience dealing with accidents. My car wasn't badly damaged. It was just a 5 cent dent below, which is not really noticeable. But still, my car :( My car has defects already on the bottom which is caused by i dont know what. Its sad really. I noticed it after I finished work. The paint was scraped off. How heart breaking. I never had accidents before *touch wood* The only thing I ever hit was a vase. Who puts a vase in front of their house? I could not see it because it was not visible in the side mirror. My boyfriend laughed when he saw it. Sigh.

Oh well. I'm glad its not a big deal/dent on the accident. I would hate to make a police report and settle it. Even if I had to, thank God I now hold a full license. Would be troublesome if I was still 'P'. Hmm.

But in the end, all is good. All is good.
I hope that taxi driver is counting his lucky star that my boyfriend did not ask him for money for banging the car. Grr.

hungry

2011-11-23T03:49:00.001+08:00

Because I am no longer working, my brain has automatically set itself to 'Its Okay to Sleep late' mode. I am feeling so bloody hungry as of now. Earlier, I made myself a bowl of Maggi Curry with egg. I left it on the table too long, because I was busy playing games on my phone. As a result, the noodles plump up and the soup was cold. I tried to eat it, but it felt so disgusting.

Being picky as I am, I threw it out after offering to both my brothers who rejected it because it was curry flavoured. I don't like curry too, actually. If both of them do not like curry, then who bought it? My mum only eats Tom Yam flavour. Hmph. Wastage. So I am back to hungry. Sigh.

I think I should sleep, wake up tomorrow and find something to chow down for breakfast. Till then, good night!

iGot it back!

2011-11-22T21:03:00.000+08:00

I got a new ATM card today! It was so special, the chip is silver compared to all the other chipped cards I have, which is usually gold. I was so happy when I got it done today, while the customer service lady was acting all serious and busy (when I know she is so bored with her job and the best part of the job is probably lunch time and the last second before punching out) , I kept telling myself that I am going to withdraw every cent I have in the bank and move it to my maybank. Wee! But guess what? My dreams shattered when she told me that I only can use it after 6pm.

Sadden, I went to work... to return my 'assets'. Company assets, I mean. My last day was yesterday! They just wanted me to come to work today to return the assets and sign some papers. It was sad leaving the colleagues behind. I will miss this certain Kakak at work. She is so diva-like but does not annoy you to the bone. I like talking to her! Oh well.

After returning the assets, I had to send my brother to pick up his RM100. There was a catch. We had to sit down for a long ass lecture by somebody's Datuk. Big shot and all... we left. Without the RM100. I don't need someone to tell me the importance of RM100, when I just found out my RM50 was eaten by the damn ATM machine when it ate my card too!

Oh, I used my ATM machine at the nearest public bank before 6pm, thats how I know my balance was reduced. Hee. I don't have much money also inside, but every cents count ok! So geram I tell you. I have to go to public bank again tomorrow to get my report done to get bank my RM50. Money don't grow on trees. Trust me, I've tried. When I was little I used to plant 10 cents. Back then, 10cents could get you 4 candies. Now? 10 cents get you nothing.

Now that I am back to jobless and useless, I shall spend my days rolling on bed to the tune 'Rolling in the deep' while Adele motivates me to roll.
Todalu!

Work loads

2011-11-20T23:49:00.000+08:00

Waking up early morning just to beat jam is no good. No matter how early you go, jam is always there to boil your blood. Thankfully ze boyfriend drives. And there I am, in the car, lying my head on the window most of the time probably drooling away. Upon reaching our destination, another challenge appears. Like it or not, we have to take up that challenge. The challenge of finding a legal parking. Sad enough, our workplace is right beside DBKL. So you know how the saying goes, 'You no pay? You still pay... double'

Going to work in the morning is ubber dreadful. You go to work, you face the jam. You go home, you still face the damn jam. So what you do? You don't go to work. You don't get paid. You sad. End of story. The sad facts of life, right?

Where we work, is a.. erm, can I call it an office? Well, we're located on the first floor where every morning the routine would be finding a less hangable PC, a perfectly functional mouse and the most crucial of them all? A comfy chair to lay your bum for the next 8 hours. Getting a horrible chair, ruins your mood. I hate squeeky chairs, chairs that are too high (and can't be adjusted! Think Mr. Bean) and the chairs that can't rotate. When I get a good chair, my day seems to be better.

Getting the right position is pretty much fun too. I like sitting on the end, where I don't get to sit between two people just to avoid hearing their loud voices. Voices tend to raise when customers don't understand what we are saying. Sometimes when we ask for their name, they end up giving us their number. Which I must say, ticks us off.

Anywho, positions positions. I sort of like sitting near the toilet. The foul odour is not that much, but being near to the toilet makes potty break seems faster and hassle free. I make jokes that I like to see who goes to the toilet and how long they are in the toilet just to guess what they are up to. If they are in there for more than 10 minutes... You get where I am going right?

Getting to know colleagues are fun too, where they are from, why they chose this job and so on. Bonding is great. Somewhat I shall miss talking to some of them, but its for the best I leave. This job is sickening. Another 2 days! And I am free!

Tudalu!

ATM blessed.

2011-11-19T22:48:00.001+08:00

The ATM story goes like this:

Like everybody else, I inserted my ATM card into some other merchant ATM machine which would usually cost me about RM1 to withdraw money. No biggie, right? Well, today was not like every other day. On the day where my wallet is down to 50 cents and all I needed was cash to fill my wallet... The ATM machine had to eat my card. I could not get the card out and was advised to wait for at least 2 days. And just because my card was eaten by some other bank’s ATM machine, I have to wait until they returned it to the rightful bank. It was painful to see my bank card being eaten. I was just beginning to love it.

But I was strong, I moved on. I was determined to make a new bank card. And the day arrived, I was sick. I got medical leave and proceeded to the nearest bank to make my card. But guess what? My bank account was not approved since last month, when I first made it! What the...? All this while I have been withdrawing money from the bank that has not approved my account yet. I was told to make a new card in the home branch, the branch where I opened my account to solve this ‘mystery’.

I did not make it on time, obviously. Till now, I still have no replacement card. Sadness. I am a broke person. My other bank is running out of cash. Le sigh.

Anyways, off day for me today. Been sitting around doing nothing. Until my hands got reach of the scissors.

-.-" What have I done?

At least I am smiling. Haha!

2011-11-18T00:08:00.000+08:00

Me trying to be traditional during my first month of work. I wore the kebarong to work though.

I officially submitted my letter of resignation and my last day would be this coming Tuesday. I must say I can't wait to stop working. I'm fed up of pretending to be nice to people who are rude, arrogant and proud when they are the ones who need our help. Aih.

I received 2 calls from people I knew, which due to professionalism I can't say 'Hi, don't you recognise my voice?!' Sadly, they were quite rude too. Hmm. If I had a jar where I would put in 50 cents every time I felt like cursing a customer, it would be enough to pay my parking for a week I tell you. Patience has instilled in me, for now. My eyes hurt from rolling every time I hear a customer explain that they would die if the problem isn't fixed. C'mon la. Get a life, go out or something. Ish.

Which reminds me, a customer threatened to get me fired if his problem was escalated to the higher department. I told him, go ahead and gave him my full name. Like I give a shit, Mr. Asshole. I'm quitting anyway. Go ahead and complain. I am so scared, shivering and what not. Brr. Bleh.

Ate this yesterday. Got some student price with it.

Chose cookies and cream, which tasted like watery chocolate that has a crushed ice texture? Err, I dont know how to explain. I preferred chowing down the marshmellows and chocolate and let the waterjiggywiggy melt in my mouth. It doesn't even deserve to be called yogurt. Sad to say, I feel like going back to give it another shot. Maybe some other flavour.

But by grams its friggin expensive, and who knew a small mangkuk like that is actually big? And weighs a lot?? I rather go to Sno *takes out free coupons*. Haha.

Oh yeah, my bank card got nomnom-ed by some ATM machine. Shall blog about that tomorrow.

Le sigh.

Positivity bites

2011-11-14T02:10:00.002+08:00

Enough of angry rants about work. Let's see, its almost mid November! I missed my first week of November in work, working life away. Learning the hard way of how the work force has drove people to do what they don't like, for the sake of money. The first week of November was filled with bunch of people getting older then they were earlier this year.

List of November babies, so far.

3rd - Nagesh
4th - Sukhvir
5th - Roshni
6th - Roshan
7th - Fudhail
8th - no one I can think of
9th - the Yo-yo twins, Jane Mae
10th - Anastasia
11th - Pavithara

Phew. these the ones I truly remember without ze help of Facebook. I could not even meet anyone of them because most of them are also like me, working... some are studying far away from where I am. Can't believe next month is already December! Christmas and then new year and the whole life cycle continues again. I'm leaving my teens, officially! Dang! Ohs, SPM is tomorrow too. Many are having cold feet, tweeting than studying pulak tuh.

I shouldbe heading to bed now, Pappacham had officially kept my eyes open for quite sometime now. Effect please shoo way I need my sleep.
Good night bloggie!

The water taps will flow

2011-11-13T02:47:00.001+08:00

My job is sucky as mentioned in my previous post. This job has successfully turned on my waterworks twice. The 'tears of joy' weren't the sobby ones but the ones that generate because you're too pissed. The one where you feel so pissed and yet you can't tell it to the person. i.e bitch. People think that we try to cover up for whoevers mistake or lie to their faces, but truth is i find no reason whatsoever to lie. What more of something or someone who i could not care less. The bitch isnt the only person having the problem. She is so impatient, calling for the fifth time today when we told her it would be resolved within 3 days. It was barely 1 day. Why is this bitch being, well a bitch?

I could not careless for her command in english, you want to intimidate me, bitch... Please find a better way. You could only know my name. I know where you live. You want to get me fired? On what grounds? That you are an impatient shithead who cant assemble words together? She asked me to tell her my full name but she cant even spell it even after i spelt it or her. Aih so sad. Write so slow, talk so big almost as if she only could talk but cant spell or read. She even mispronounced my name! I told her my name like thrice, she so stupid she cant get it right. I dont remember her name but it sounded like 'lu cibai'. Well suited for her i might say.

Best part of her bitch rant? In the midst of being a lonely bitch who prolly never got some, the line got cut off. Even at the state of being so pissed and about to explode, i was courteous enough to try to call her back. She never answered the phone call. I hope she feels good about herself. How she is impatient, bitchy, asshole-ish and stupid. She must have issues growing up, raised up to be such a bitch. You can call the system stupid, you may call the management stupid... You wanna call me stupid?? Know who you are first. Just because im in the customer service line, doesnt mean my intellectual level stooped down as low as yours.

I may sound so angry and irritated right about now, but let you know even when i am mad. I dont yell and people, what more curse? My mum did not raise me like that. We dont yell at people who we barely know. At this point i have lowered my ego and pride for the sake of this job.

Let God grant me patience.
Another 2 weeks till I hand over the headsets and card.

And the truth is

2011-11-11T10:52:00.001+08:00

I cant stand my job. Its frustrating to help people who are rude and do not how to say thank you. I dont fix problem, mind you. I have no skills whatsoever for it, i merely create a report and submit. So why are these frustrated people venting out on me? Funny how people are so selfish and thinks that they are the only ones with problems and they should be first in line to get it fixed. Everyone wants solution for their problem, just.fucking.wait.

This is not even worth being upset this wee hours of the morning. Odd shifts are the worst. Mornings we have jolly i-just-woke-up customers, the ones who woke up and realized they cant use facebook (oddly this is what they say, surf facebook not internet), in the afternoons are the customers who can't use the internet 'suddenly' and at night, the heat wave.. The very annoyed customers who just beat jam and wants to tweet/blog about it but the internet is down. Funny part of this job is I dread callers who choose to speak in English. I let out a big sigh as a sign of 'Lord, Grant me patience' everytime the call comes in. Generally these English speakers choose to speak English because they are fluent in it, but some use to intimidate. But then again, thats not always the case, some try, believe me try... But oh boy, those sentences should be kept in a jar. They should not be allowed to even utter anything please. Sometimes these 'fluent' English speakers are so rude but their lack of proper pronounciation and intonation compensates for my patience. I laugh and die a little that i wont be that mad.

There is this colleague of mine which is two decades ahead of me, says that i always speak politely even when im mad. I was like, Oh! Really? No sarcasm of course. I know i sound like an angry employee but i do not take it out to the customers of course. One thing i learn about this job is never to take things personally. Customer calls you stupid, you just listen and say 'yes sir...' and in your heart say 'you too, asshole'. Customer calls you a spy that works for a secret service, you just say 'yes sir, i have allocated a secret mission to locate your brain, sir' in your mind. Ah the job.

People thinks that we who work here are uneducated, but mind you in my batch alone there are bunch of degree/diploma/masters holders. Why are they taking this job? I dont know. I know im not going to say long here. I might one day jot down all the address of the angry customers and hire an assassin to kill them. Ok, enough ranting! Till next time!

2011-10-16T00:35:00.000+08:00

its the weekends again!

saturday spent with ze boyfie, anastasia and johnnie. oh and his friend CJ. wnt for lunch at a place where we almost got soaked in rain water, but thankfully didn't. i finally ate pan mee after so long. i miss it :-(

we headed to w.walk after that where i lost to ze bf in street fighter, to anastasia in bubble bobble. i suck at games. its only 11pm, but im so sleepy. hence the short lived post, good night mr blog!

2011-10-10T22:48:00.000+08:00

A lot has happened since I last blogged. I have failed to mentioned that I turned 20, 28 days ago. A belated happy birthday to me, I guess. It wasn't a good one because lets say the memory of it will never leave me for that.

I've gotten my results, I've started working and I'm not sure when I would stop. As for now, I am being paid to attend classes, undergo assessment and what not. My job shall be kept away from the blog for time being. I know I've been pretty much boring with my post lately, and perhaps I've lost touch.

I would like to blog about my experience 'working' as of now, but it has only been 2 weeks. -_-"
I've gotten to know people from different parts of this country, thats for sure. But I have been pretty restricted because I don't see them mingling with me really click, or rather me mingling with them. The mould just doesn't seem to mix for me.

Here's to another week, the assessment and the classes would end earlier and the job shall resume anytime soon. Good luck to me!

2011-09-17T00:45:00.001+08:00

So, I decided to whoop myself a tupperware of cold wax. When my mum got home, I waxed her eyebrows. Haha. It worked, she even said it didn't hurt compared to me plucking hers off. So I tried it on after that, as I ripped and ripped a bunch of waxed cloth, I realized the skin below my brow bone were beginning to swell. I immediately washed them off and applied ointment and thank goodness it soothed down. Phew.

I'm so happy with my wax. Haha.

2011-08-26T15:30:00.000+08:00

Finally, I'm done with college. I'm done with exams. I'm done with studying (well, for a while). After few days of being sleep deprived considering the exams were simultaneous, and mind-fkg brain cramping studies, I get to attach myself to my very obsessive bed. Somehow, after the exams, I don't feel that great like I am supposed to. The feeling of what if I fail, what if I can't graduate (since I know the rate here is high) and what not is eating me.

I am distracting myself by finding jobs, good ones, good pay. Turns out its harder now that you're older and you know what kind of pay you want, and if the salary fits the job your taking.

Its really different from when you just finished SPM and getting probably RM900 was enough. Back then, there was no need. There wasn't anything to work for. Now, the feeling of independence kick in. You want to pay for things yourself, buy your own food, and etc. For me at least, it is. The point of me working is to not bug my mum for money, not that I am doing that now lah. But I want to work for some extra cash, like I did when I was in college. Although part time, the pay was enough to last me few months. My cash outflow is mostly on food, arcade and movies. Now petrol shall fit into the bill. But I'm still managing. Haven't ask my mum for petrol money since I got the car. I'm pretty proud of myself.

Finding job now isn't easy. My first job was almost RM1.4k, which was pretty good considering it was an in-store job. My basic was pretty low, but the commission was awesome. There was incentives too. Very motivating I say. People used to tell me that my job looks very boring because people barely walk into the store, and I just nod in agreement. Truth is, I liked that job. I like communicating with customers, telling them about the item although they don't wish to purchase it. Its just a nice job, not awesome but nice.

But no way I am returning to the store.

Because,

1. They moved elsewhere.

2. I'm lazy to ask.

Day 2 of my after college life and I am so bloody bored. Shall go waste time on Sims now.

Tata!~

as early as it can be

2011-08-19T01:14:00.001+08:00

My mum got me the earliest birthday present ever! It has a been a hard one, and I am so thankful for it!

Tada!~ My first car, Proton Saga FLX and I'm so glad its this. I can't tell you how much I love the design and interior of this car. It doesn't feel underpowered like everyone claims to be, but its too soon to tell. But I'm so loving it. Having a hard time pressing the brakes and accelerator as I am so used to my mum's car. The indicators are on the left hand side, while my mum's car is on the right. I would accidentally hit the wiper though, but so far no. Hehe.

Can't you tell I am excited? Kills the study mood really. Lets see how this baby go in few months. Please give me less problems? Or better yet, no problem at all? I promise you I will love you within my capacity to love you dearest whitey car.

Ok, I need to sleep. Bloody CLG killed me.

in deep thoughts

2011-08-16T01:43:00.001+08:00

Accounting; at times I surprise myself with how much I know of this subject. I can be clueless of how it works, and sometimes I'm like a boss. Its like a fictional book waiting to be read, to be explore or to be bored with. It can get tricky this subject, but in the end of the day its me who decides whether I want to learn or not. Its been 2 years now since I gotten to known, ~~love~~ and hate this subject. I must say, I'm not very good in it. Yet here I am, at the last semester and the week of my very last finals for this course.

Oi vey.
Oh God, help me.

Just an update

2011-08-12T00:31:00.000+08:00

Tummy isn't good yet. It comes and goes, that's what horrible about it. I've done no revision whatsoever today, sadly. I'm currently hooked on Ellie Gouldings' cover of 'Your Song'. Simply beautiful.

sometimes..

2011-08-10T22:06:00.000+08:00

I wished I was kiasu. In case you don't know, kiasu means scared to lose in hokkien... i think. I have every reason to be kiasu, especially in studies. I should be afraid in losing face whenever I get my results, but the 'don't give a shit' feeling comes naturally to me. And I could not give two shits about comparing my results to others. I'm contented with anything, as long I pass. That's how my mentality is, sadly.

Exam is like next next week, and today... I'm revising one subject, at the first chapter. And it so happens, every final examination on every semester, I turn out to be sick. Last semester, I fell ill too. I wanted to puke, dizziness and so on and so forth. Thank God I passed every single shitty subject. This time, I'm down with this aching pain in my belly. My mum says its from gastric. Mind you, gastric doesn't come from not eating. It comes from not eating at the right time. And sadly, I have that bloody habit. I'm paying it at the time I really need the most. Thank you.

Bowel movements are pretty shitty too. I feel like puking after I eat, which I don't. I'm not bullimic. Yucks. And this throbbing pain in my head is killing me. There goes another day of studying I guess, its not a really good reason not to study I suppose, seeing how I can be online in such pain. Funny how people are sick yet they have all the time in the world to be on facebook, msn, twitter and so forth yet not have the energy to attend classes, go to work, do housechores.. etc.

Okay, I should at least bathe and try to read up before I really run out of time. Wish me luck!

nostalgic

2011-08-06T00:43:00.000+08:00

Whenever I am sad, I would listen to bunch of oldies music and sing along to it. There's something about the classics that appeals to me. The lyrics, the music, the pureness of each vocal chord pulling to each sentence... Its just amazing.

As for tonight, Rod Stewart is playing for me on my youtube player.

~~Tears will dry on its own ~ Amy Winehouse.~~

making up as i go..

2011-08-05T03:22:00.000+08:00

I'm officially on zombie mode.

I slept at 8am this morning and woke up two hours later to pick my mum up. I haven't sleep since, and its 3am now. I think I'm gonna to be pulling an all nighter again. The thing is, I don't know how time passes by me so fast. I can spend 2 hours staring at my feet while hugging my pillow, with my mind completely blank. I can spend an hour clicking my phone, probably scrolling through my twitter timeline or reading goofy/silly statuses in facebook. But when it comes to looking at my lecture notes and tutorials, my mind immediately finds something else to do, like laugh at facebook pictures. Oh the silly faces people post up on facebook.

I thought the, 'OMG IM SO UGLY' status days are over, apparently not. Yesterday I went through (almost all) my friends list, looking at their publicly posted pictures and status (ehem. its not stalking if you put it all out la k). There's this girl who isn't really my friend, which really bothers me why I even accepted the friend request at the first place who seemed to post pictures of herself doing fish puff face, duck lips, some peace shit and its 5 -10 pictures at the same bloody place only at different angles. Her album title is annoying as well, its something about her being ugly. And you guess it, people commented "no. ur not ugly" or "you're so pretty" and so on so forth. I lol'd at a comment that went, "its okay. your dog loves you even if you're ugly"

Its sad, cause she had to feel so ugly that someone agreed with her, that the only way someone would love her if he turned into a dog. Its even sad if she doesn't even have a dog. Aww. Then who will love her? Nobody knows.

and i ask myself..

2011-08-04T02:32:00.000+08:00

Do we really need mosquitoes? Does it have a certain contribution to earth or something? I think it senses when someone is irritated and proceeds to annoy them till they surrender their blood to you. Argh.

Speaking of little things that fly, I totally hate little spiders. I find them bloody eww much. I'm not afraid of them, I just don't like them! Was talking to the boyfriend earlier just now, and I saw this spider crawling towards me. I begged him to kill it. He refused to, saying its harmless. Well, I know it is. But I don't like! I know there's no way I'm turning into spiderman, so why leave it walking about. Eee.

Neways, got back my courseworks. Everything is OK. I need to study to get through these papers!

TTYL blog :D

with eyes wide open

2011-07-28T02:24:00.000+08:00

I have sleeping issues. Serious ones. One moment I will be all sleepy, to the extent that I need toothpicks to hold up my eyelids. And the moment I am on my bed, I can't freaking sleep. Why?!
My appetite is getting messed up because of this too. I seriously hate it. I wanna go back to normal, with exams coming and all. I can't afford to be sleep deprived or sick! Urgh.

Today I watched futsal match in college. I managed to catch up with good friends and had fun watching the match too. Eventhough the team I was rooting for didn't win, it was a good match. So close!
Speaking of matches, I'm going to catch Harimau Malaya in action tomorrow. Going to be so semangat with my jersey on and all. Going to be cool =D

Slow dancing

2011-07-26T22:56:00.000+08:00

Few days till August!

1. I have my final examinations. As of now, my aim is to NOT fail any paper and just freaking graduate. But first things first, I don't even know if I'm permitted to take the final papers. I haven't seen any of my coursework marks yet! And its three weeks to final.

2. I have a subject, which I only attended less than 8 times because the tutor always had meetings, I was lazy for two classes, and the tutor had dengue D: And I am clueless about this subject. I have a strong feeling I might fail, therefore I should really work my butt on this subject. ERGH.

3. I decided not to take up Accounting anymore when I go to Uni. Something business like maybe. I can't decide, but there is no way in hell I am doing Advance. I don't want to spend my remaining years in college, failing. I wanna do better with my study life.

4. Few more days till its a year since Aunty Dora passed away. And daddy too. Its been 12 years. How time passes by.

5. Daddy's birthday too is coming up. Mummy's too! Mummy is going to be 50!

6. And did I mention I am finally free from college after that? Yeahh. In a way, I want this to end fast, but I am so not ready for exams. :(

Foreign substance

2011-07-25T00:53:00.000+08:00

There are things that people don't actually know about me.

I don't really talk much like how I used to. I have no idea. Maybe I've matured? Maybe. I used to talk about so many random things that now, whenever I open my mouth I feel like I omit rubbish and stuff it in people's ears. I really do. I hate it so much that whenever I am talking, and the person listening it like really silent. Even if its not interesting, please for fucks sake... Act interested. This is one of the reasons why I get so bloody annoyed to even talk anymore, sometimes I just don't bother. I would just smile and move around. And they would think I am angry. I am not angry, I just don't feel like talking. There are few friends that I really love talking to because they give such good response to what I say, and even have a better story to tell me that would really make me go 'LOL!' Ah, I love those conversations. Not some boring, serious shit talk. I don't like catching up with my age.

I love cooking. More than anything, I love baking. I like baking bunch of things and giving them to my brothers to eat it up. Its really fun mixing and staring at the oven. I don't mind cleaning up my mess as long it taste good. But somehow most of my products are too sweet! I like glazing and making icing. My mum is so supportive of me baking that she doesn't mind buying me a whisk because I wanted to whisk eggs when I can actually use a fork! My mum is so cool. Hehe.

I love Friends. The sitcom. My darling boyfriend downloaded all 10 seasons for me. I like how the concept of friends in the show is so true and fun, instead of real life when friends leave their knife on your back or leave their footprints on your head. I don't have friends like that. I am truly grateful for having one bestfriend who is apart from me now. And she never fails to make me happy by saying 'we should meet up!' and really meant it. Unlike those who give you empty promises and hopes. If you have better friends than I do, appreciate them. :)

I don't like college. I am happy, if I ever finish this year. I don't like the place, I don't like my class. I don't even like the bloody course. So yeah. I am happy I got few friends that really help me through it all, especially Timothy. He's been such a good friend. I take back ever saying bad things about him when I barely knew him in the first semester. I guess I had a bad impression on him. Thank god I talked to him about what I felt, and since then.. I didn't mind it anymore. I accepted it! Timothy I know you read my blog! Thank you for being such a good friend to me!!

And oh, I liked Amy Winehouse.

Rest in Peace.

2011-07-15T18:32:00.000+08:00

Because, no one should ever feel low.

2011-07-11T01:53:00.000+08:00

The how well do you know your boyfriend

How well do u know your man? : 8/10. He can be full of surprises sometimes ;)
His age: 20.
His Middle Name: Chen? =D
How long have you been together? Almost a year now.
How long did you know each other before you started dating? A year and a half?
What physical feature attracted you to him first? Honestly? His eyes. I found them cute.
Hair color: Black
Eyes: Brown

RELATIONSHIP STUFF:
Are you “in love”: Uhuh.
Do your parents like him: Mummy likes him. Hehe
Does it matter? : Doesn't really, I like him so what anyone else thinks is none of my business.
Do you trust him? : Yeaps
Does he let you wear his shoes? : Of course, silly.
Do you have a shirt of his that you sleep with? : No :(
Can you picture having kids with him? : Secret :D
Does he have a temper? : Yes!
Are you happy to be with him? : Very much!
SOME OTHER STUFF:
Does he have any tattoos? : Nopes.
Does he have any scars that you know of? : Yeaps.
Is he a party dude or stay at home kind of guy? : Stay home
Is he Outgoing or Shy?: It depends.
Would he hang out with YOUR friends? : He does. He can be shy about it but he tries. <33
Does he sing?.. : What's special about it is, he only sings to me. Hehe.
Does he snore? : I dont think so.
Do you like his friends? : Don't really know his friends, but they seem nice.
Do you know how to turn him on? Like a switch.
How many times a day do you tell him you love him? : I don't need to, he knows ;)

2011-07-05T14:13:00.001+08:00

I've picked up cousin yesterday from the airport, well not really me because the boyfriend drove to the airport while I sat there singing along to the songs on the radio like I'm some kind of professional singer. Hehe. Funny story, or more like coincidence, really that my cousin and the boyfriend's brother was on the same flight to KL. Too bad they don't know each other, they chatted a while when they were in the car. My cousin is shocked to see so many cars on the road here in Malaysia, or as he says it "Every house got few cars, ha?" True that.

He wasn't use to left hand side drive because in Philippines they follow the U.S way, right hand driving. Its going to be fun looking at his reaction on Malaysian food because there's various food to try nom nom noming!!! I hope he will like it, he seems adventurous anyways. He tried Sweet and Sour Pork today, similar to the fast food franchise in Philippines called Chow King. I ate in Chow King before felt slightly disgusted because the food wasn't that tasty and their sui mai was very blehhh. Malaysian food ftw.

Going to make him try nasi lemak tomorrow morning. heh heh. I'm sure he is no fan of spicy food, but c'mon. =D Ohs, before he came back I tried to clean my sister's room which has been inhabitant for 2 years already. So please use your wild imagination and imagine a really dusty room. So yeah, I cleaned it and I'm really allergic to dust. I ended up sneezing my brains out to the verge of stoning to death while driving, and my body was itchy all over!

Went off to the clinic after the airport, got a jab and suffered a numb hand on the way back. Oh yeah, got through 3 roadblocks all the way. Thank goodness I told my cousin to put on his seat belt!! Phew. Crisis averted. Haha.

I'm going to the hospital now for my dermatologist appointment. Just when I thought the face is better, I'm now with rashes thanks to the dust. =(( Oh well.

Test on Thursday. Le study mode (should be) ON!!

2011-07-04T01:59:00.001+08:00

i don't blog about my boyfriend that much because i think some things are deserved to be private. but today, i feel like blogging about him. i feel all lovey dovey all the sudden. if you have urges to puke, then go ahead, exit this blog. haha.

its funny how some of my friends ask me how i know him, and when i say 'college', they would have a big fantasy of maybe i met him when i accidentally bumped into him in canteen, or caught him ogling me in the library, or something like that. answering to them a mere 'he's my classmate', pretty much broke their silly fantasies of love at first sight into pieces. it wasn't the fact that he's my classmate and i liked him immediately or something like that, but really it took me sometime to like him actually. its a pretty long story, but i rather not elaborate.

in short, we sort of ended up together when he said "i like you lah, ding dong", and back then i pretended to be, "oh i didnt know what you were talking about!!" haha. oh the joys of new love. and i'm still feeling the love. people might say, "how you tahan the fact that you guys are classmates.. everyday also jumpa", but i say "how can you NOT tahan everyday also tak jumpa!" Okay, i don't really say that but i don't mind meeting my boyfriend almost everyday of the week. he's my classmate in class, and my boyfriend when we leave class. hehehe.

doesnt help the fact that we always argue on assignments! grr. ok, thats another story. but anyways, he completes me! i don't mind that we always argue because i can never stay so mad at him. every time we argue, i would wait till he messages me or purposely send him a smiley in bbm. =D

then we end up happy again. weee.

anyways, cousin coming from phil tomoro. a lonnnnng drive with the boyfriend to airport.
me gusta! =D

meow.

2011-07-01T20:55:00.000+08:00

Ola!~

I went to class today, and I got back my results. It was better than I expected, but the test result was pretty obvious. It was really hard second time around. The tutor said "Urm, Kristina.. Bad news.." And I knew, and he was like "Eh, how come you know?" Haha. Oh well, oh well. Try harder for the next one!

I'm sorta (not really) stressing out on the assignments and coursework. Its really frustrating when you can't decide which one to do first. Ah damn. And I have a liking towards Management Accounting all of the sudden. It must be our tutor. Somewhat I feel that he is trying to relate to us by telling us tales of how he was in college, how he coped up and how he studied the subjects. But oh tutor, I can never be you. I can't be managed, I'm indecisive, I'm just... a mess.

But I love how he tries to add in jokes, make us forget about the formulas in black and white, and how he tries to tell us that we don't have to memorize instead understand and create our own. How he opens our mind to these kinda things really amazes me. But downside, I can only understand when I am in his class. When I am at home, I am back in lala land where everything is not ABC. They seem like HDJFSHG.

Derma appointment is next week. Just when I am about to tell the doctor that my skin is getting better, a huge one pops out and stays there. Grr.

Life is life.

2011-06-30T22:43:00.002+08:00

Because my complexion is being shitty again, here's a picture taken today to remind me that my skin healed once, don't give up :'(

2011-06-30T03:15:00.000+08:00

my mood has been rather shitty lately, idk why. =( sometimes i feel like slapping myself, but obviously that would hurt. =D so i don't, hehe.

anyways, assignments been pilling up like bricks on a construction lot. i know its our last sem and all, but why does the assignment questions seem to reach our hands a week before the deadline? We have four assignments and this weeks assignment is done for, i have one due next week and one more a week after that. to top it off, i have my tests too on the same week for each subject. GAHH!!

im going to go loco bananas soon. please bear with me. argh. today i dealt with so much drama, which i'm glad despite my mental state i managed to hold it together. and if you don't know me, i have serious anger issues and guess whot dear people, i held it in. i manage to channel good energy from angry people, instead of going hulk mode with them. i feel like i'm a sadist now, channeling all those vibe and feeling good. its wrong, i think.

i wanted to upload a picture, but blogger is being a bugger.

lesson for the day *completely unrelated to post* : myob.
I will know what I mean, but everyone should myob. =D because its a hard subject. *shakeshead*

2011-06-21T23:59:00.001+08:00

Because it was father's day.

I only knew my dad for 8 years. As infants, we don't remember much about ourselves. So I can't really say that I knew my dad for 8 years. I only knew him less than that. What I remember about him, were just mere memories that sometimes can make me laugh, cry and smile. Hearing tales about how my dad in his younger days told by his family and friends, can be very much comforting, knowing you know you dad more in that way.

My dad thought me discipline. He taught me that I can't earn stuff by crying. He taught me about hardwork. He taught me how education is important. He used to hold up a cane and made sure I knew how to fold my clothes and bring it up to the cupboard, and I was only 4 or 5 years old. How my sister used to reminisce on the days my dad would make me sit in the dinning room, and wouldn't let me leave till my plate is spotless. I used to sleep on my food or swallow everything in, only to run to the toilet later and puke it out.

Oh the days where I used to say I hate my dad for not letting me watch tv, for making me sweep the house and do petty house chores. And my dad would respond "one day I die, then you know.." And I knew. I felt the pain. I felt the sadness. For all the years, the pain numbed. I got over. I even joked of it. But sometimes I do miss him, so much. I wished he was still here. I wondered how our life would be. But I can't. I can only dream.

So cherish your dad, you know while he is still around. He may not be here forever, let him know you love him. You only have one father after all. Don't wait until its too late. :)

Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
Love you. <3

2011-06-18T00:23:00.000+08:00

I've been meaning to blog about this, but I was so afraid to jinx it. But what the heck! If you've been keeping up with me, or know me personally, you would know I've had Acne Vulagaris for quite some time now. Ever since I hit puberty, pimples been camping on my face and back. Its not a nice thing having acne, knowing people would point it to you like as if you don't know you have them or ask WHY do you have it. Sometimes I feel the people who ask me such question, are shitheads. Its like asking why you have a dick and why I have a vagina. Its beyond our control, cipets. :)

I never really understood the people who only had ONE little pimple and go on ranting how fucking ugly they are. Truth be told, its not your pimple. Its the fact. You are ugly, with pimple or not. Haha. I'm so mean. Its like a thin girl saying she's fat, what are you trying to prove? I find these people to be attention seekers. Go fuck a mirror.

I've had people telling me that I would look better if I had no acne or if I was thinner. Why would people say such stuff? Does it bother you that much? Is my fats rubbing all over your face? Is my acne robbing your house? What's your bloody problem? It annoys me to my guts when people use 'pimples' to pick on someone. Like as if you don't have better things to say. Like as if having pimples is like having AIDS.

Don't get me started at those people in the pharmacy. "Ini baik untuk kulit!" What do you know about my skin? Seriously, what? I've invested in so many types of creams, facial wash, you name it. None helped. The only cure was time. Really, time.

This was me back in Dec 2010. I was in Philippines celebrating Christmas. For some reason my skin could not agree with what I'm not sure off, maybe the weather? Or perhaps the dirt in the air? Whatever it is, it got bad. Cystic acne everywhere. To the point I can't even smile because it hurts.

What I got back, my mum got me a reference letter to the government hospital because according to her, I'm twenty and my pimples should stop popping out already. Meeting the doctor for the first time was awkward, I've never been a patient in my life cept when I'm with my mum. So I don't really know what to say, and my mum being her doesn't reveal that she's a doctor. Its funny, because the doctor that was 'examining' me was trying her best to dig it out. I told her I could not agree with tetracycline and put me on a higher dose which lead me to gastric and nausea. I had withdraw blood too, for some liver test.

I never finished the medicines, but I continuously used the facial wash they provided me. The contents are similar to Clearasil. After a while, I got lazy with this routine and only washed and applied topical creams with needed. I did also drink Apple Cider Vinegar, which was said to help reduce acne from within but I actually took it for a different reason.

Anyways, as time passed. My skin cleared, even the redness went down. Occasional pimples come and go, not cyst though. I still apply the cream when needed and my next appointment is next month, and I no longer take the antibiotic the doctor gives me. I'm so glad! =D I hope this is permanent. Leceh if it recurs. Aih.

Oh, here's a trying to look decent picture of me. =D

Current picture: June.

2011-06-14T23:46:00.001+08:00

Hello, hello.

I just finished compiling the last bits of the assignment, which to be honest I hate doing most. Its always hard to get right. I remember last semester arguing with my boyfriend because the pages just would not MERGE, ALIGN and worst bit, the fucking PAGE NUMBERS. Thank goodness I have my boyfriend on the same group who will do it if I turn to hulk mode trying to bash the laptop. Teehee.

in the midst of assignment and coursework (which was pulled back from friday to wednesday!), we managed to squeeze in a little movie time. We watched X-Men:First Class, I think thats the title la, malas to google. I'm a huge fan of X-Men, I used to watch the cartoon when they had it in Cartoon Network. And being me, I like to guess the plots/characters in movie and I had fun doing so. Can't say much about the boyfriend tho, he might be annoyed I kept pointing at the screen =D

What I liked most about the movie is the fact that Magneto can converse in so many languages. So nice! He spoke German, French, Spanish! I'm can't remember if he spoke Russian tho. But so nice. I want to be able to speak in so many different languages :(

One thing I noticed tho, the black guy was killed early. WHY. Darwin in the comics does not die. In fact he is one of the strongest, geram aje. And, whats up with this DC Comic and ripping off black guys? Why is the Green Lantern white? Isn't he a Black? Grr. And its not good enough that Ryan Reynolds was Deadpool, he just had to be Green Lantern. -.-" Still, I'm going to watch Green Lantern, I just want to know. I hope they all merge together one day. You like Captain America + Thor + Green Lantern, something like that. So exciting.

Okay, I should go study now. =D
And here's Darwin (the chimp from the wild thornberries. haha. kidding!)

& oh! he's also one of those bad vampires from twilight!

2011-06-07T00:25:00.002+08:00

Like everyone else, I feel pretty insecure of so many things about myself. Every time I hear this song, it lifts me up a little bit. I feel dumb that when it touches me so much, that I actually cry about it. I guess it lifts me up a little (and I guess it implies to everyone else) when someone compliments or say something out of the blue. I do embrace myself, even the flaws that not many notices, but sometimes words do bring you down.

I don't know you, and maybe you don't know me. But I'm sure we all had those days.

All I have to do is smile, and be happy. I should love myself because if I don't, who else will love me for who I am. Nobody knows you, like how you know yourself afterall.

I know I'm wee bit emotional sometimes.
I'm no tough cookie, I crumble too. :)

2011-05-30T22:43:00.000+08:00

The boyfriend turned 20 last Friday. I'm no good in celebrating private birthdays as I am not a fan of celebrating mine either. But I can't expect it to always be that way, can I? Anyways, I rushed to buy this little cute mini muffins for him to surprise him on his birthday. It so happened, I forgot to bring my phone along when I wanted to get this little babies. And the ever so worried bf kept texting and misscalling my phone, which was not with me at that time. =( I felt so bad that he actually went searching for me. I had to lie that I went out to buy something for an hour, but it was definitely worth the lie! He ate it all without me =( *le drools on the photo*

While getting the muffins, I felt like smacking this two bitches down on the floor. They wanted to buy the whole muffin on the rack. I already asked for the purple ones, biatches. But they keep insisting because they wanted 70 pieces, so the lady let them get it... plus I was rushing and malas to layan. So I let them be. Damn bitches with broken English. Cannot speak, dont speak. Don't malukan your bitch face k?

Anywho, my boyfriend who had this fascination of bbq for the past couple of weeks had his wishes come true when Sukhvir allowed us to use his house to throw a bbq party. It wasn't a party lah, its more like a close circle of friends gathering. Its fun with little people, you know. Enjoyed looking at the boyfriend bbq chicken while I whooped up mash potatoes. I ate a lot of fruits though. =D

Ended up staying till late, watching Barcelona vs. Man U. As expected, Barcelona won! LOL. I don't support Man U cuz everyone wants Man U to win. I'm not loyal to any FC btw. Got home pretty tired and woke up really early for church. Le Sigh.

College resumes as normal, I'm so lazy!

2011-05-20T00:35:00.000+08:00

Its been a tiring week for me, and its only Thursday. Please, Rebecca Black Day come already.

I really need to snuggle up in bed and don't move for the whole day. I'm so tired of travelling back and forth almost everyday. I won't jump into details but its wearing me down. Thank God I have a boyfriend that sorts of acts as a chauffeur that drives (after tons of 'plsplsplspls' and pouting) me around when I'm so lazy, which is all the time. But the fact that I have to drive afterwards is really, arghh!

Attending lectures religiously is very, very tiring. You have to wake up really early, only to be read back to sleep afterwards. Its really annoying, and I did mention the weather. THE DAMN WEATHER. My nose gets runny, I feel light headed.. Making me feel sick all the time. Geez.

I have a strict tutor for this certain subject and she reminds me of my friend, Anastasia. Probably cuz the way she dress, and thats about it. Its not a bad thing. Its just Anastasia has the same shirt as her, lol. Aih. I have an early class tomorrow, again. Thank goodness mummy let me take the car, I don't want to fight for space in the bus. Trust me, getting a space to stand in the bus alone makes me happy. There's hardly any seats, fyi.

I should be off to bed. Nitey

2011-05-16T23:40:00.001+08:00

Bonjour.

I can't possibly describe to you how much I loathe the weather in Malaysia right now. Its like how Katy Perry describes it, being hot and cold at times that you don't want it to be. When you pray and hope it rains, the sun just shines on you and if it had a face, I bet it has a sarcastic face on it. And when you hope the weather would be fine and dandy, it pisses all over you. The cloud, I mean. Not a good thing.

My feeling towards the weather only got worse when I decided to watch my dear boyfriend play rugby yesterday. He was in the final round, hee. So there I was being supportive (or trying to be, I hope I look enthusiastic enough, because I sort of was), and I dug through my clean whites to find the most comfortable shirt because of the scourging hot weather. And I was already sweating just sitting on the bench waiting for them to start. And after a few minutes, the dark clouds gather and I was praying "PLEASE DONT RAIN" And obviously, the universe defies you and it started to drizzle.

I took cover in a hut full of huge (some small male) people thinggy. Obviously I felt bloody shy and sat there in one corner, trying to make myself invisible. The rain only had gotten worse and I was getting wet because the wind blew the rain at me? I don't know how, but I'm sure you should get what I am trying to say. At first I didn't mind that it was drizzling and it touched me, but after a while I was soaked. The irony was, there was girls there cooping themselves in the umbrella, and I barely knew them. So I don't suppose asking them to take me in their umbrella would be nice. Plus, they didn't offer. So, I just let myself be soaked because I can't possible stand in the hut anymore with so many others who are wet.

But the oh so loving boyfriend was so nice, to ask anyone who have umbrella in their car and even ran with the lighting and thunder going on. It was a field and I was scared for him, cuz you know, lightning. :( And he came back with this really terrible looking umbrella which obviously did not work, lol! But his other friend that I've met before offered to let me stay in the car. I felt so bad because I was soaked and his car seat wasn't leather. So basically I'm soaking up rain water in his car. :( I wanted to cry when I was in the car because the fact that I had a white shirt on, and my bra was showing, I was freaking embarrassed to have my bf go through all this to make sure I'm not soaked more than I already am, and I felt like I don't belong there at all.

But they say, there's always a rainbow after the rain... And it was true. The fact I felt excited to see my boyfriend drive a manual car cheered me up a little bit. He gave me his shirt to change and he was shirtless for the last 15 minutes of the game because he had to give up his jersey to his teammate. Hehe. And the fact I felt more belonged in a club with this aunty who talks to me about everything random, and I felt more comfortable talking to my boyfriend's dad compared to the girls I met earlier. I tried to be friends, I did. I just didn't belong. :)

I watched the whole match with his dad, although we didn't speak much. But the sense of comfort is there, you know? It made me felt so much better about the bloody weather. It was also humourous because his position in the game is a hooker, the one who hooks the ball, I think.. And whenever his dad sees a friend, he would tell them that my bf is in the match. The funniest convo was,

His dad : My son is playing in this match.
Friend: Which one?
His dad: His the hooker.
Me: *lmao in my heart*

=D

The day turned out okay anyways. I ate laksa, which I love so much. Soupy soupy. And I slept so early too! Even though I didn't play rugby, I was wiped out. Phew. Oh, wesak tomorrow. Happy Wesak Day!

2011-05-15T02:04:00.002+08:00

There isn't much to blog these days. I always have this thing where I really want to blog, and when I go online, I'm stuck stalking in facebook, endlessly scrolling downwards in tumblr, reading gossips in various blogs and etc. That's how much I waste my life online. Roughly, the everyday time of my life is sucked up by the internet by 90% max. I'm not kidding. I have a blackberry where I carry everywhere, and I have this need to google every single thing I see. I'm just utilizing my services, thank you very much.

I've been attending lectures religiously, for the first week. Its funny that people have this ':O' face when they see me in the lecture hall. Its like as if its a Christmas miracle I'm there. To be honest, I do not suck/absorb/retain any knowledge in the lecture hall. I don't know how people can even stay awake in lecture halls, honestly. I hate when I have nothing to read. LISTENING ALONE DO NOT SUFFICE. And I tend to see lectures as lecturer reading off the handouts they gave us. Give us something extra, please? Well, that's just my opinion anyway.

So college, lets see. Results are out. I did better than expected. I passed every single freaking paper. Even the ones that sank my heart for the questions were so difficult. I saw people cried while doing the paper, some even walked out. Argh. I'm just freaking thankful. My last semester now, I really need to pass all. I don't give no shit about A's. Passing the subject alone is enough for me. I don't ask for more. I really regret taking accounting honestly. Why did I cry when I was placed in accounting class back in form 4 for a day, and studied like shit (well, not really) for the science subjects in SPM to only be doing accounting in college?!

Its a big question mark in my head.

I dont like accounting.
I dont like science.
And heck, I don't do arts. I'm bad at history & drawing.
(If only drawing stickmans guarantees you an A for drawing. If only. :))

What was I supposed to do?
They say do what you love, but what if you don't know what you love? You suffer.
You suffer to enjoy later? I don't know. We'll see.

2011-05-12T23:00:00.000+08:00

Once again, I've been neglecting my blog. There is nothing much to post anyways. I've tried posting a few times, and it always end up backspaced to eternity.

The sum of my life:
1. Went to dermatologist. Prescribed with new medicine. I like this meds!
2. New semester begun. The LAST sem. :)
3. I dyed my hair brown, shall post on that some other day.
4. I completely wasted my holidays, I'm always tired these days.
5. I can't wait to get over college.

Random picture. Durian. =)

2011-05-01T00:01:00.000+08:00

My sister and I decided to whoop up truffles :) Its actually very easy, just 3 ingredients. Oreos, cheese and chocolate.

This is pre-coated!

Final results!

Looks delicious no? Too bad I can't eat much. I get disgusted easily. =D
Just a random shot of little Pudding that looks like he is sneaking up on me. Cute much!!

2011-04-25T21:26:00.000+08:00

Happy Easter, everyone!

I got to admit that going to church for easter really tested my patience. I'm not going to elaborate but, I hate people who take their own sweet time getting out of church. Worst bit is they are walking out of church, can't they just walk out.. Is there a need to stop and block the road? A guy who was also driving his car into the church grounds told me to honk so that people will move away. I didn't honk because its church! So I just drove really close to them so that they will get the hint and move off, but NOOOO!! They walked a slow and the car was going to overheat I tell you. How not angry? Lucky we reached church and I was okie dookie. Wasn't that angry.

Felt peace in church, really. Singing hymns and listening to the readings/Gospels make me feel calm. After church was another problem. A guy parked his car too close to mine! I don't even know how he got out from his car. Had to reverse without my side mirrors, you tell me how to see? Sigh. And mum was feeling under the weather too. Not a good easter for us I guess.

But we proceeded to Nandos anyway because mum insisted.

My sister and I, our shirts are almost similar cept mine is Malaysian and hers is from Philippines. Couple tee! Haha.

Sister and brother!

My youngest brother and me!

My mum doesn't take good picture, so I'm not going to post them :P Maybe next time when she gives me a seductive pose.

I hope your sunday/easter was great. I was definitely not full after nandos. Should have grabbed McD. I haven't eaten McD since my exam! And it wasn't even a beef burger. I don't like mcd but why am I craving for it now? Grr.

2011-04-20T17:15:00.001+08:00

Because I had nothing to do yesterday, I tuned in to astro with my siblings. Just our luck, a Jessica Simpson movie was on.

I've heard about this movie before. I heard bad reviews about it. Although I never watched this movie before, but I could predict the next scene. Its sort of like every other movie, where a rich pampered girl shipped off to a place where she has to be independent and there she realizes who her true friends are. And the enemy in the camp, will finally boots her off. But she will come back, and prove to them that she can do it. Happy ending! Yeah, like I said. Like every other movies. The ones I can think of is, Cadet Kelly (very similar, although prefer Hilary Duff over Simpson) and Wild Child.

Overall, can't say its a bad movie although J.S's acting pretty much sucked. But, I watched it till the end! So, I guess its not THAT bad. I'll give it a 2.5/5 =)

#2

2011-04-19T02:26:00.002+08:00

Yesterday after PC Fair, Smelly and I decided to catch a movie. Since he doesn't like the cinema in KLCC, we headed off to Pavilion. Initially, we wanted to watch some Bradley Cooper movie. But it wasn't on till 12, and it was only 9. And so, after looking at this huge ass poster of 'Love and Other Drugs', we decided to watch it.

At first I thought, that this would be some romantic movie or something like that but boy, was I wrong. This movie is nothing more than mere sex, sex, sex and sex. Its a sexcapade. Thank the Lord for Malaysia's censorship board, because if it was all bared in there... There will be bunch of horny monkeys walking out of the cinema after one. The movie started out with Jake making out with his manager's girlfriend. Oh. Okay no, the movie started out with him dancing around like he was high. Yeah, thats how it started off.

And one thing led to another, and they hinted (because they can't show) that Jake was 'making love' with bunch of women, even the pharmaceutical lady that was supposedly his boss? I don't know. And after so many 'making love' scenes, they flashed Anne's boobs. Okay, they did not. But get the original movie and yes, you can see her boobs. Or google? Yeah.

To me, the movie actually lost its meaning in between those nasty sex scenes (or so hinted?). I don't mind them removing the sex scenes. But dangit, must you be so lame it editing it? Its like one minute they are talking on bed and the sound really puts you off too, when its quiet and suddenly its loud because they are out in the open. Argh. In a nutshell, the story is about Jamie (Jake) who was recently fired, got a job selling pharmaceutical drugs in a private practice and meets Maggie (Anne) who has stage 1 Parkinsons. And soon he represents Viagra (Yes, this where more love making scene comes in.), and he gets a big time job but chooses to stay with Maggie instead although she can be such a bitch sometimes. Tada. He lives with her, and enrolls into medicine school. The end.

Okay, I didn't know what actually happened towards the ending because we walked out the movie. It sucked. It was disgusting. It wasn't even a romantic movie. I won't call it a love story. I would call it a horny movie for horny people who thinks in love, there must always be sex.

Would I recommend you to waste your money on this movie?
Take a guess. Out of 5, I give this movie a 1/5. =)

1 for being the first movie I ever walked out on.

2011-04-18T17:00:00.000+08:00

Feeling blank? Well, its because my blog is clean. I'm starting over, for real. Clean slate.

Honestly, I wasn't planning to, but because I am a 'genius'... I accidentally deleted all my previous posts. Thus, here you are. Reading my first post all over.

Today is all about cleansing for some reason. I am clearing my laptop from all these old photos (resulted from excessive camwhoring, and shooting random shots of people, not pretty ones either. ouch) and files. I am moving all my movies into my new external hard disk, shared by Smelly and I. Yes, I shall name him Smelly in this blog. Smelly, I love you. But, pandan? Okay? =D

And when I say movies, I mean movies. I have my fair share of movies that I truly enjoy watching all over, and over, and over, and oooveeer! I tend to keep them for years and finally grow a pair to finally remove them due to lack of space in my tiny hard disk. And now, I don't really have to do that anymore! Unless, the 500GB is used up. Which should be bloody impossible, kan?

Anyways, was cleaning up and I saw pictures of us when we started college. We look so young. I LOOK SO YOUNG! Not saying I am old lah, but OMG?! I look smaller before too. Sigh. The share of going to mamaks after class, actually going for lectures and snoozing in them, buying my first prom dress, hanging out late at night pictures... Ah, the memories.

Which reminds me, I can't wait to graduate. Be it diploma! Who cares, I am not doing my advance there anyway. A new university for all I care. =) Oh life, be kind!

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