Showing posts from February, 2013


Four friends made me feel so touched recently and I have no idea why I'm blogging about this but I just thought that I should. Susu, she replies my text and whatsapp every single time I text her. She's always there even though physically she's not. It makes me happy. Because I can annoy someone every single day and she'd reply every time. And I complain about every single thing I'm pissed off at and she replies every single time. I mean, wouldn't you feel touched? Qamaryna called me yesterday telling me that she's at the airport. She was going on holiday. And I felt so touched at that because she called me to tell me that. How many of you imaginary readers have left without telling me? Thanks. And I just felt so touched because she still remembers me when she's about to have fun.  행복해 Iman is always telling me to pray. Pray so that what I want will happen. She's always getting my hopes up when I'm all trying to get over J. Like, rea

1000 and under

Taken from  Daveywavey  through Google I honestly started taking this 'THE BIGGEST LOSER' contest seriously a week ago. I started my strict diet of eating only below 1000 calories per day 3 days ago. However, my no-rice diet started last week. It's really hard for me as I have so many people around me eating so many good stuff but I couldn't do that. I cheated though, last week... I couldn't help it. I went to a wedding and they had nasi impit and I was like "HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO RESIST THAT?!" and so I succumbed. Nasi Impit + Sambal Kacang + Chicken + Keropok made my whole week. One of the days at kampung, I got Syahmi to suap me a spoon of fried rice and fireworks were coming out of me. I was that happy. Anyway, to keep with my under 1000 calories diet, I eat wholegrain bread and the lauk cooked for lunch and dinner. And for breakfast, I eat something below 300 calories. Plain water became my best friend. On one of the days I ate c


11 years ago, I went to Manchester with a heavy heart of having to leave everything behind but now I'm back, 11 years later and I want to go back to Manchester. 6 years ago, I cried stepping out of KLIA because it was too bloody warm. And 6 years ago, I hated Malaysia and Malaysians so much. I hated everything. I hated coming back to Malaysia. I hated being in Malaysia. There was never a day where I was happy to be back in Malaysia... 6 years ago.  In those 6 years, I got to know my home country and I grew to love it. Honestly, I'm embarrassed of being a Malaysian but I'm proud of Malaysia. Malaysians were what made me hate Malaysia 6 years ago until I realised that I was a Malaysian myself. And that was when I realised that just because you hate the people living in a certain country, it doesn't mean you have to hate the country.  And until now, I still believe that Dato' Onn Jaafar didn't get enough credit for what he did for all of us Malaysian