Couldn't care less.

If you have kids and you know anyone who doesn't have one but dying to, don't tell them 'how lucky they are' to be able to do things that you're not able to do because you have kids.

You have no idea how much trouble they have gone through trying to be in your place.

Don't complain about your kids to me either, I don't wanna know and I don't really care. You're in it by yourself.

Tell your husbands. You know problem with you people who tell everything on facebook on Instagram, is you don't want to tell your husbands because 'they just don't listen'.

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK WE ALL CAREEEEEEE.

Joe

Funny thing about Joe is, it comes when you least expected it (some people say). When your younger cousin - who is close to you - was (suddenly, out of nowhere) getting engaged, it's nothing unusual that you'd get a comparison.

And my friend thought being the only girl in the family I don't get compared to anybody, well in a perfect world I won't.

My cousins are buying houses, going further studies, getting married/engaged, getting promoted, expanding family, dealing with cancer and stuffs and I'm here like 'what do I eat for lunch today?'. So much fun.

I have no bad feeling about watching a lil cousin getting married before me, if I have to be honest. Because it's what she wants, she ought to get it. The thing is, PEOPLE think I have a problem with it, and I have a problem with what PEOPLE think. If only they would shut up. No. If only they would ask me, what I actually want.

But no. They can ask, but whatever I say, is in no way getting a pass without getting judged. SO yeah. I might as well keep quiet and just smile anytime they say 'Oh when is it going to be your turn? We are all not getting any younger, you know?'

Oh thanks for putting that to my senses, NO I DIDN'T KNOW. *fakesmile*

Remember that cousin we all used to know? What happened to her? Maybe you asked her too many questions that she didn't want to answer.

I am genuinely happy (I can tell everyone is, we all are already discussing colours and stuff) but in no way that I'm not getting impression like 'don't you want any of this?'

Sick. Sick. People.

Rajuk Hati

Selepas merajuk selama 9 bulan, I akhirnya succumb to the need to go to the stadium and breath the football air. Tak boleh merajuk lama-lama, nanti jadi dendam.

Merajuk sebab apa. Sebab masa AFF Suzuki final match hari tu I tak boleh pergi, I dekat Shanghai. SEDIH GILAAA marah diri sendiri sebab how can you be so stupid tak check AFF schedule before beli tiket, lepas tu kalah like wth. So merajuklah (tak tentu pasal).

Lepas tu lama dah I tak tengok bola tapi semalam rasa macam 'kau dah kenapa Azhani?' So i texted my cousin to ask him if he got any ticket to the match. He didn't have any but he bought us (my brother and I) the tickets anyways, so nice of him. Thanks Anwar!

I still have no idea which one I love the most, watching the game, or watching the crowd. But last night, Ultras Malaya validated it for me. They definitely STEAL the limelight.

It started with them marching in the stadium chanting FAM Bangsat, and then they went silent for about 20minutes (Ultras never go quiet, when they do, you gotta be alarmed). and then, there was the first smoke, and the rest, is history.

The game was abandoned, the players were attacked (by flares) and there were flares everywhere it was a moment to witness! Weird enough, we enjoyed it, before we run off like we were attacked by zombies

haha.

Oh well, the ultras merajuk for too long, sekarang dah jadi dendam. Well done. Whatever it is, I believe, this is a plot twist.

Langkawi 8 years later

I used to love Langkawi. I used to say one day when I got married this is where I want to go for our honeymoon.

Some things are still the same, like the coldness of Dayang Bunting water and the clear coast of Pulau Beras Basah. But I remember that posh feeling, sipping coffee at The Loaf near the bay where the lay their yachts, it does not feel the same anymore.

And what's up with the huge (I mean really huge) store for shopping? And Cenang Beach feels like Bangla Road already?

Last time I went there were bunch of friends (and strangers) and it was one of the best memory, so i thought it's pretty hard to top it.

But I was wrong, with my family, everything seems perfect.

Except that, I vow to myself, next time I'm going to Langkawi, no driving, no taking ferry haha. Until they upgrade their jetty and ferry system that is.

And look at thattt whoever found the girl on the left please return to her parents T_T_T_T_T_T_T_T

You took my heart away.

To all girls, who once have fought for their relationship, but get dumped by their ex-boyfriends anyways.
Here's a thought.
You are not the loser - for getting dumped. He is not a loser too - for letting you go.
Don't say that just to please yourself. Stop with all this woman power shit.

But, you once were a fighter, for wanting to work things out, when he chose to walk away.

So, no one loses here, but at least, you fought for it.
Be that person who always want to work things out and know that even if it didn't work out, you have done your part. 

To quote a cousin;
All these can't-haves, might-ifs and should-bes is a potent recipe for chronic over thinking. Let's just be thankful for the problems that we don't have

Excuse me and my emotional moment. I have been dwelling in the sad sad part of Grey's Anatomy and it kinda affect me. Bad bad Grey's Anatomy.

Kitchen

Ever since we moved into our new house (we; me and my brother, new house; not so new house but a new place for us) i have developed a new passion, and it is cooking. Haha it's not really passion (passion is too deep) it's just, something I enjoy doing.

My friends, who knew me too well, know that this is a lifetime achievement. I don't cook, it's just not my forte. Our place came with a nice kitchen and I love spending time in it. So since we moved in I spent most time at home, cooking and just chilling watching TV or not. Sometimes all a woman need is a nice kitchen to start functioning as one haha.

I love to cook, yes, but it's not top notch. But when I cook I made people eat them. My poor brothers, cousins, and friends are my victims so far. I constantly bug people to come hang out at my place so I can feed them. Later they'll be 'omg the crazy cooking lady again, pretend to be sleeping!!'

Just so you know, if you're not doing anything anytime, please let me know. I really love hosting people and you will get to eat my lousy cooking sometimes.

7 years today

7 years ago I reported duty to my first ever employer.
7 years later look where I am now.

I remember a few years back I talked to a cousin who resigned after 7 years of employment.
'Why must you quit? 7 Tahun, mesti banyak gaji!' - so naive me.

Look at me now, 7 years, I'm a laughing stock.
But syukur masih ada kerja #syukurselalu

ps: you want to read that link. i mentioned something about being 29 7 years ago. life is ironic like that.