It's true when Ramadhan comes, the heavens' gate gone loose.
Deep down inside, we all know.
It's true when Ramadhan comes, the heavens' gate gone loose.
Belong to Fiona Apple
It's sucks having sensitive nose. Runny, Stuffy, Enviromental unfriendly.. maxs 4-6 days per weeks, min once every two weeks (but well, who's counting). This sensitive nose conditions are apparently passed down from generation to another generation, and in this case, from my dad. With another combination from my mom's side, who had sensitive skin...which are also transferable wirelessly to me..now, not only that my nose are stuffy and make natural nasal tone voice, my hand turn out to be a baby bum. Easily red and itchy and need to be lotionize to make sure that it will not run dry and crack, but I don't think baby bum does that.
Few days ago, I'm cleaning prawns and even using gloves, my fingers are constantly poked by the sharp structure of the prawn armors. As the result, that night I have a red and itchy right palm. Can you see it?
Can you see it now??
Can you?
SEE?
The doctor says it's gonna get worse when I get older if I don't start to take care of it now. My skin I mean. I need to put lotion everyday for the rest of my sad life, well...that doesn't sound bad. I LOVE LOTION! You should too...!
Moist!
I know nobody reading this. Clearly it shown in the view-record. But this just need to be out there written.
I'm a soggy pavs.
Do you know what's more sad than not being at home?
Being at home with the feeling of more alone than while being away.
I've been away from home, alone, and missing my family's companion. Missing my home, my city, my friends, my sisters, and brothers. But now, at home. It felt so far away. From those who I missed. Everybody's doing something, mostly with their phones or some kind of gadgets things. And it feels fucked.
Which is the kind of fucked that I have to stand and put up to.
I went to RWMF 2011 FOC and it's not really that great, or awesome. Not as awesome as I want it to be, like what I have in my head. I went there around 3 pm, and went back around 12 midnight exhausted. The booths were, not as hectic as I imagine. More like plain for someone who witness Pesta Kaul during their childhood. But yea, it was something much. Non-permenent Tattoo booths are everywhere. Some craft shits, something something. Foods were way expensive (yea it's a tourism thing when foreign people come in town just be aware that local people will start charging their food like crazy). The music...man.
Maybe it's the uncoolness of me, but I just not into it. Music to The Extreme? More like Upper-Class Freak Show to me. But well, that's just my view for the third day of RWMF 2011, the first I went to and probably the last. Unless you're giving me a free ticket again next years to come and let just pretend that maybe on that future day I might have someone who makes me really really want to go there which is...unimaginable in this moment.
That's the picture of me..getting bored.
This could be the best male voice for Russian Greetings website...ever!
The tone of voice is just....adorable. It makes me smile, as if the guy was standing in front of me. Maybe its the foreign fetish, maybe it's just me, haven't been out to the real world for quite a while.
I'm gonna have a sweet dream now. Spoikoinia nochee =)
Anyway, ladies..enjoy! ----> site link
Early these year, or is it a year ago? I saw this at the Sunday Market and I was excited about it. But instead of buying the plant, I bought Passionfruit tree (which turn up dead later on).
If you've watched CSI series which some people die after went to this party where they ate all bunch of weird exotic stuff like elephant dung, and blood, and intestine, and the only reason they were able to do so were because they ate a type of berry called MIRACLE FRUITS a.k.a Synsepalum dulcificum. There was an article about it too in some National Geography Magazine. Sounds amazing.
So tonight I was out buying Butter (caused I just love Butter) and went to the Wet Market and saw that shit again! Even better this time.
This time, they sell both fruits and the plant, separately. The plant range from RM8 to RM300, which are saywhatttt
After talking to the Tokey, I decide to buy few for sample. And when I say few, I mean TWO.
That mean for RM10, I can get it either 5 in Kuching, or 2 in KL. Shiat!
I ate one of em, and the other was eaten by my brother who was curious about (how it might not work) at first.
I also bought a kilo of seedless lemon which cost RM3 only. And it was.....
...
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MIND/TASTE-BUD FUCKED!
BLASTING IN MY MIND! (CAN THE TYPO GET BIGGER THAN THIS? CAUSE IT SHOULD)
There's no such thing as forever. And nothing last, forever.
But one thing for sure, remembering. And as long as I could remember, that is considered as forever.
However, I've been having these goldfish memories syndrome since few years back. I can't recall of most of my present and kinda stuck up on my past. Which is sucks for those who are around me in present, since I mostly can't even recall their names. Well, that's not new.
Anyway, remembering helps. Talking about it helps. Let's call it an act of enlightening one's soul, and life.
About life..just find out today that Aisha means Life, or lively in Arabic Baby Names list. I like that name already. Just play with a little bit of odd spelling and I think we have just got the perfect name for my future imaginary baby girl *creepy? cute? no?*
In my defense, I was looking for the baby name for my almost-2-days-old (fuck old) cousin. My aunt wants a name which start with A and I'm sure there will be a Nur or Nurul in front of it which is not really the kind of name I would want to give to the future-baby*?* yea. I mean, I know it means well. 'Nur/Nurul' means 'cahya' or light. It's just that I'm not a big fan of 2 words for a name.
Would it sound more bold and strong just with ONE name. Like Seal, or Diddy, even Beyonce, and Cher. Maybe some name that will stand out without being too weirdish.
And owh yea, the name 'Osama' is listed in the baby name list, and I was like "saywhattttt...".
I have nothing against it (since I doubt the existence of the man at the first place. It's a myth! A good one!), but just in case, I'll keep my children's childhood save from all the tortures and name-calling by not giving him such name. Kids are more monster-ous than you'll ever know in the future. With all the gadget and stuff. Man, future could wait. Let's go back to the past if we may, I don't mind.
Talking about past,
If you used to watch TV-Series ROSWELL, and loving it. Then you'll know what song come up on the beginning of the series.
How can you not love this song..
So I was driving my car (my dad's) with the radio switch on, listening to the song and focusing on the road when suddenly a radio advertisement came out saying how affective their way of advertising is when people keep on listening to them even when they already told to not to. You know that ads? The one with the low tone voice male. The one that say ..
It was stupid. Smart, yet stupid. Stupid kind of smart. Still.
Like wtf *with hand gesture added*
In this situation I have two responds.
1. Damn it, I'm holding the steering.
---It's not like I have the time to shut it off every time the ads on air
2. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU to tell me what to do.
---pissed off
Anyway, it was a smart ads. Considering the script and the tone of that man voice. I bet it won't work if it was high pitch women voice.
p/s: On the road just now, almost hit a dog. Stupid dog. Trying to spoil my clean reputation on the street!
09062011, This badass kid was born. I'll call her The Nameless One Baby *duhh* (till they decide the official name for her)
her tiny feet
I went to see my aunt whose welcoming this child to the world today. The "Yeay, a baby is coming!" effect was totally in slow-mo, not as hype as we always see in movie. I just don't know how to react to that. My uncle was like.."Gi jamban lok", and I was like "Juh turun ambik kamera". Accompanied by all male, brother and cousin, I don't expect much. Hehe.
Owh yea, reminder..If you ever be in this situation, always ask the classic question just in case, cause as soon as you get back from hospital, people will start asking it to you too like it really matter (maybe it does, idk)...
"How much does the baby weight?"
It's insane! I can't even figure it out that people will ask me with that question. Does it even matter how much she weight. I was like, "The baby is a girl, she is healthy, her mum also ok just still under the influence, everything is cool" and I'm good to go.
And by the way, Cesarean delivery can only be done 3 times, and it is hurt like hell, maybe not as hell as vagina-get-ripped, still a hell tho.
Whatever it is, still...Welcome To The World, Kiddo!
Totally unrelated topic, I just feel like crying listening to this song, bring back lots of good memories yea.
Yea, that's exactly what cool people like me do every time we listen to good songs, we cry.
