lebam
They probably should have named the game paintball as PAINBALL, well at least that is how I would describe it.

A bruise that is bigger than my fist is considered BAD, and I have three of them. I do like the colour of rainbows, but only when it is up on the blue sky. NOT on my arms – it just looks awful, ugly and scary. At some spots, it's blue-purple-ish, and some spots, it's green-yellow-ish. They say that it is in the process of healing but it really looked like I was brutally abused by the game.

If anyone ever asked me if would ever play paintball again, I probably need to think 10x! I would probably wrap my whole body in a bandage and wear thick clothes on top of that. I never want to get those bruises again.

Oh well, maybe I just have a delicate skin :p

ok after a not very successful attempt in posting pictures as part of my blog entry, i think i'll skip that for the time. it looks horrendous to me, when pictures are not the same size and not in a straight line. it breaks my heart! and it's blinding my eyes!!!

i'm just trying to think back what happened this whole week? a short week at work is great! it was as if i could smell the weekend when i came back to office on wednesday. traffic was breeze, it only took me less than 20mins (slow driving) to come to work! aint that great?

i feel like there's just so much to write, but nothing seems to be filling up my head now. oh well... i'm preparing for a great weekend. toodles!

short thought: everyone seems normal until you get to know them, don't you think?

is the object male or female??

pictures-taken (test)
The man writing my name in Korean.

if i had not done that...



Have you ever felt winding up the clock to when the moments were the most embarrassing, saddest and unbearable? And then do what? Not go through it at all or wished it could even be better? I was reading an article whereby this question was posed to a few individuals, and given what they wanted to do, the editor asked these individuals to write a letter to their younger self.

While I thought that was cute as well as can save the younger self from embarrassment and going through such pain…but if it was me, I wouldn’t want too. Coz if you go back to times where you want to correct the mistakes, it wouldn’t be a life lesson, would it? Not to me at least. Coz in this phase of what we call life, you go through different cycle of emotions, situations, events, and a whole lot of different things – where you can proudly say, “Yup, I’ve been there, done that”.

If I hadn’t gone through the experience of my car overturned on the highway with oncoming cars, I wouldn’t have learned to drive safely.
If I hadn’t fallen on my ass while crossing the road, I wouldn’t have learned on to be on a lookout of potholes!
If I hadn’t gone through the phase of failing my subjects in school & uni, I wouldn’t have learned how to do better in everything.
If I hadn’t gone through the experience of being dumped, I wouldn’t have learned about in being a much stronger person and the meaning of moving on.
If I hadn’t gone through the challenging times at work, I wouldn’t have gained the wealth of knowledge and do what I do for a living.
If I hadn’t gone through the experience of reaching out to the disabled people, I wouldn’t have learned or acknowledged inabilities.
If I hadn’t gone through the confused and painful path in my growing up years, I wouldn’t have learned how to make a decision and stand up for myself.

So yeah, I’ve been there, done that. I wouldn’t change any of it. It has somehow taught me to become a better person. At least I know I’ve tried. But there is one thing that I would like to change about me now…to be able to perform my duty as a Muslim and seek solace from God Almighty.

i got cheesed
Last weekend was rather short yet exciting. I traveled i-don’t-know-how-many-hundred-miles to see him in Bangkok. I thought I’ve always liked Bangkok. But not after I ended up being ripped off by cab and tuk tuk drivers, paid over 1000 baht for kebab and naan, and being ripped off by their advertisements booklet.

You know sometimes you want to experience staying at a different hotel and see new things, but I guess when it comes to places like Bangkok where you can be fooled by the pictures, I rather stick to the usual. Meaning the usual hotels that I’ve stayed in, travel by sky train where fares are fixed, eat at places that I know and bla bla bla.

Since I plan to come to Bangkok every 2 weeks til March to visit my significant other, I thought that hey, maybe I can stay at a decent hotel with a price that I can afford to pay. So what came to my attention was this nice picture of a hotel located in the City Centre that I saw in one of their ads book. It looked very decent and all, the Thai deco for the rooms in the hotel was really appealing. And it did say that it’s only seconds away from the sky train station, great location ladida, but I spent over an hour looking for the stupid place… and by the time I found the place, it was actually situated in a very run-down building, the dodgiest place that u can ever imagine, and u wont even think twice to step your foot in there. MY GOODNESS! How can they place such an ad like that when in real life, the place doesn’t even look close to gorgeous! Seconds away from the train station is true – which by the way, the windows of that ugly hotel is probably a few centimeters away from the track! I learned my lesson that day. Never ever trust any ads that they have placed.

And shopping, I’ve always enjoyed shopping in Bangkok. I remember in my previous trips, I brought home so many handbags and other things, but this trip, I came back with nothing. I found that the stuff is rather expensive now. Come on… don’t tell me that the fake Deuter backpack is selling at 750 baht. And even after painful bargaining, it only came down to 600 baht?? No way, I’m not paying more than RM20 for any fake stuff ok.

And for the kebab and naan, isn’t it ridiculous to pay over a thousand baht for that – which is equivalent to RM 100 over? Nonsense okay! And it wasn’t that nice anyway. And I’m still pissed til now that we paid at that price.

I’m hungry. Anybody wanna go makan?

bad hair day
There are only a few people in this world who can pull off having nice curly locks hair…and sadly, I AM NOT one of them. OMG…what have I gotten myself into?

I was walking passed a hairdresser place near the office. They were having a festive promotion I guess. Bodyhair perm, rebonding, colouring, scalp treatment, and everything is on a discount. And me, always being so into doing different things to my hair, decided to make an appointment with them. Since I thought that the current hairstyle then (rebonding that was gonna wear off) was rather boring, I thought… hmm let’s try and perm my hair. After all, curly locks are kinda hot!

And on the appointment day, I was there…with plenty of eagerness wanting to look pretty. As I sat there looking into the mirror, I tried to picture how my hair would turn out to be. The last thing I wanna look like is like Simba the Lion. So many other thoughts came to mind. Can these guys do a good job since I’ve not tried doing anything to my hair with them before? Can I even trust whatever that they’re saying? But to comfort myself, I kept reminded myself again and again that these guys are professionals, and they have been doing this for many many years. And judging by the number of customers that were in that same shop (which was full by the way), I was more convinced that these guys can be pretty good actually. And before they began curling my hair, I think I mentioned numerous times that I want those huge locks and not the small ones. Not the Maggie mee ones. I think I had enough trauma when I had that Maggie mee style when I was 12. Why did I ever listened to my sister back then? For one whole year I was miserable having to put up with that hair. And I don’t want to go through that one more time. Haven’t I learned from my lesson?

I was restless the whole time. I just couldn’t wait to look at the final outcome. I took one of the magazines to read…and I don’t know if it was just coincidence or what, but the page that I turned to was about stories of bad fashion disaster. Gee thanks!!! I couldn’t ask for more.

After 2 hours, it’s time to see if I turn out to be like Simba the Lion (rambut kembang) or like the gorgeous locks like you see on any celebrities. I was…speechless. It wasn’t entirely gorgeous, it wasn’t entirely like Simba either. But the guy kept saying ohh u look like Helle Barry gorgeous. Yeah rite! Dude…I asked for big locks at the bottom, not small Maggie mee curls. Which part of my sentence did you not understand? And he was trying to convince me that those Maggie mee curls will wear off the next morning coz he used that big blower thing (I don’t even know what it’s called) to blow dry my hair, and that is why the curls are distinct. Well Mr, you have gotta fix this back. I didn’t ask you to do this to my hair. I want those big huge curls at the bottom. OMG la!!! But there was nothing he could do. He told me that it will wear off and it will flattened a little the next morning. And by the time I wash my hair 2 days after, I can style it the way I wanted. He was teaching me a step by step on how to style, gosh I cant even remember what needs to be done. It just sounded complicated.

And at that time, I just wished that I hadn’t go into the hairdresser. I should have just stick to the style that I’m used to. Or go the usual place that I normally go to. At least, they are people that I can trust. And perhaps, next time, if I ever want to do anything funky to my hair, remind me to trust my gut feel and instinct yah!

idiot guide to shortforms


I was looking through my old emails and I find myself smiling alone reading all those emails that people had sent. Most of it came from ex colleagues actually.

The funniest emails are always the one-liner ones. Sometimes, it’s not even in a full sentence. There were in form of alphabets.

Example 1:

M late for a meeting. Will call you aft 2 ask about SP.
The reply to that email was: RTFM!
I was like…WTF is RTFM?
I replied back: RTFM??????
The reply was: Read the Freaking Manual!
OHHHHH I see.

Example 2:

This one was about me NOT understanding a word after a client meeting. And that time I was a new joiner in the previous co.

Me: Can you walk me through the findings again? I don’t quite understand it.
Colleague: Why don’t u RTFM?
Me: I did and I still don’t understand. So, please?
Colleague: You are so PURE.
Me: PURE???
Colleague: Previously Undetected Recruitment Error
Me: Ok, u know what? I think I wanna KYA. Go figure.

And there were lots of CYA, FOS, PITA, and some others that I don’t even remember what it means anymore. Ohh but I learned another one yesterday. YTP! Hahaha.

like the old times
It’s always nice to catch up with ex colleagues and they tell you a bunch of gossips and stories that make you laugh til your mascara runs off! LOL.

The thing is, whenever we get together, it’s always the same old story but with an enhanced version! Like maybe previously, some other details were missed out, or last time we couldn’t get the pieces together coz we didn’t know the story well enough…and the next time we meet, yeah the enhanced version of the same story. And we would laugh hysterically until everybody stares at us.

But we all move on in accordance with time. Though we are all in different places now, the bond is still there. That’s what I like, and I hope it will always be there.

Isn't it weird to bump into someone you know and yet you don't say Hello?

Power and being famous. People crave for these two. And when they have gotten it, they turn out to be evil.

Don't some people know about table manners? Like don't talk when your mouth is full? Don't take out something that you can't chew from your mouth and put it back on your plate? Don't chew with sounds??!!?

Girl in food court, if you're wearing a skirt and you're sitting down, can you please NOT sit with your legs wide open? And if you had sexy legs, people would probably enjoy it... but with those 2 elephant thighs of yours... *faint*

Don't you just wonder why silent farts produce killer smell? Imagine being trapped in the elevator with that smell from the 40th floor to the ground! *faint twice*

More thoughts to come...

that stupid driver
Picture this:
It's a lovely morning. The sun is bright but it doesn't make your eyes blind. You're in one of your best mood driving to work, listening to some music and turn yourself sounding like a tuneless freak. Who in the world care rite? It's your car, your space. After all it's all you in the car. You hit the road, and you see that the highway is clear - smooth flowing. Great. I can get to work in 15mins tops.

And then...out of no where, a car zoomed passed by you and cut in immediately into your lane. And you've gotta jammed break... with sounds of screeching tires - you probably think that you're gonna hit the car in front or perhaps, thinking that your face would be smashed to the window, but luckily the seat belt jerked and held you back. What happens next? You blow the honk rite??? And starts cursing rite??? It's only natural to react that way. At this time you're in the 2nd element of SARAH. You were shocked and then you get angry.

And just enlighten me a little why on earth did the person who just cut into my lane blew his honk back and showed a finger? Am I crazy or was he crazy?

So there I was... cursing and still cursing. Jerk! Stupid ass. As far as I was concerned, I was in my lane - and not in between lanes. So it was your fault (stupid ass) for cutting into mine without even giving a signal... and you slowed down after you cut into my lane. Even if I would had hit your back, I'm still gonna say that it's your fault, jerk! You (yes you, jerk) have just spoilt my mood and that would surely affects the rest of my day.

So do I need to reflect on that incident now? Well, yeah maybe he is such some dumb ass that doesnt know how to drive, who thinks his mouse-little-modified-ugly-looking-rempit-car rocks the world. Pfft. Well, even if it was a nice sporty hot looking car, don't ever think that I was even impressed with what you did. You (yes, you dumb ass) could have gotten anyone killed by your pshychotic driving. Should I race on to him and do the same thing? Nah... that will make another jerk, just like him.

And maybe circumstances wants me to face the moron again, I have just got to stop right next to him in a queue!! Arrghhh. By this time, I wasn't sure whether to smile sacarstically or stare sacarstically. I chose to stare. He stared back. Then he smiled. And through his-cheap-tinted-carwindow, I could somewhat see he was showing signs to me of "Can-I-have-your-number"?!? Boleh. Boleh blah! And this time, I wasn't hesitant to put down my window, smiled sacarstically and showed him a finger.

And phew... it was my turn go.

short talk:
I wish that this life is stored in a candy jar. So that when u lift the lid and take a candy out of it and put it in your mouth, it tastes just as sweet.

I never believed in superstitions, just bad luck.

Have you ever experienced that you're actually dreaming of another dream in your dream?

Can the past really teach us a lesson? If so, then how come some people still have not learned from it?

I just learned something about the art of writing. Did you know why certain (or maybe just one) language is written from the right to the left? "Because a writing and what's written is supposed to lead to our hearts which is situated on the left side of our chest. It's suppose to be felt and stored in our hearts" quoting a friend. Thank you, that is the most acceptable reason and indeed very valuable to keep.

I just want to say that I really dont like whining. I just want to be heard.

There's always a 2-side of the story. Mine, and yours.

yesterday...

I didnt realize how much I missed home until I lied down on my bed in my room. And it's so comforting to know that almost every meal is prepared on the table, and the best part: my clothes are always pressed to my liking :) If only my closet is not as empty. And I know I missed each and everyone dearly. It's good to be home and eat dinner together. It's entertaining to see my niece's behaviour and hear about he things that she talks about now. Kids grow up real fast. It's nice to talk to my sister about things that happened while I was gone. It's great that I can see my parents everyday. I'm glad for being here with them today.

But despite of all that, I missed the fact that he is not next to me to listen to my complains about what happened at work, or about somebody pissed me off on the road, or about any interesting incidents happened, or about my clumsiness, or about the latest gossips in other people's lives and too-many-things-to-list-down-here. I really hate the fact that he's being picked for the 6-weeks course in Bangkok. Yes I can call him, but it's not the same. It's not the same for not having to look at his reactions when I speak. I hate the feeling of emptiness. I just want the 6-weeks to be over and done with. I can't wait to live like normal again. This...really sucks me dry.