You know how in Facebook and Twitter, people post all these quotes of successful people and how un-successful they are in school? IT ALWAYS MAKES ME WONDER, if they're telling us that people who are successful in school will eventually work for the people who weren't.


all these successful people had it bad in their childhood. Like for example, they're publicizing the fact that Oprah got raped before, just to tell people to never give up.
Not sure how to feel about that.
What kind of message are they giving us? That if no one tells us that we suck, we won't be successful? THIS IS SO CONTRADICTORY WITH WHAT THEY'RE DIRECTLY TELLING US.
I am so confused.

And also they also talk about how *almost* all these successful people are college drop-outs.
Are they telling me that if you want to be successful, you should drop out of college? Or they're just telling us that if college doesn't work, then don't go? Or they're telling us that even if we drop out of school, there's still a beacon of hope waiting for us.

But of course this "there is still hope" thing will only happen if you're the determined type.
Which makes me conclude that all successful people have similar characteristics. Not completely the same, but similar.


BUT NOT EVERYBODY LIKES TO THINK DEEP LIKE THIS. Some people just see it and go all, oh well, teachers call me a failure so I guess I'm gonna be successful one day

So I urge everybody to just have a dream and work towards it. Cos who cares if you were a drop out or not? If you were, people might just use that as some sort of comforting excuse to drop out of school as a starting point for your success. If you were raped, they'll use that. If you had a terrible (monks don't really live a terrible lifestyle, do they? Chinese aunties are so free. I saw this monk in Leisure Mall wearing his robe tucked into a pair of shorts, holding a smart phone. SO AWFUL HOR.) life, they'll say that terrible phase of life you went through as the titik permulaan of your enlightenment.

So fuck all these propaganda shit, just have a dream and never give up on it.

THIS IS NOT SPONSORED.

I just Googled (again! Cos I'm procrastinating from finishing my Physics Light work.) about birth order. 

Every child has a syndrome are you kidding me?! As if I wasn't already worried about being a Mom now they throw this into the equation, let's all not have kids for the better future of people!

• Child Pampered and spoiled.
• Feels incompetent because adults are more capable.
• Is center of attention; often enjoys position. May feel special.
• Self-centered.
• Relies on service from others rather than own efforts
• Feels unfairly treated when doesn’t get own way.
  May refuse to cooperate.
• Plays “divide and conquer” to get own way.

• Is only child for period of time; used to being center
  of attention.
• Believes must gain and hold superiority over other children.
• Being right, controlling often important.
• May respond to birth of second child by feeling unloved and neglected.
• Strives to keep or regain parents’ attention through conformity. If this failed, chooses to misbehave.
• May develop competent, responsible behavior or become very discouraged.
• Sometime strives to protect and help others.
• Strives to please.

• Never has parents’ undivided attention.
• Always has sibling ahead who’s more advanced.
• Acts as if in race, trying to catch up or overtake first child.
• If first child is “good,” second may become “bad.” Develops abilities first child doesn’t exhibit. If first child successful, may feel uncertain of self and abilities.
• May be rebel.
• Often doesn’t like position.
  Feels “squeezed” if third child is born.
• May push down other siblings.

1. I hate answering questions. If you ask me math questions that's fine, but don't ask me where so-and-so went cos DO I LOOK LIKE A WALKING GPS SYSTEM?!?! I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T CARE.
2. I hate it when people tell me lame jokes. DO YOU NOT. REALISE. YOUR. JOKE. IS. SO. COLD. Polar bears shiver in hearing range of your joke. WHY DO YOU LIKE TO MAKE ME FEEL AWKWARD!?
3. I am not Google. I do not know everything. SO STOP ASKING ME IMPOSSIBLE QUESTIONS

I've been making so much microwave chocolate chip cookie-inamug I've decided to try another microwave recipe. This time, it stars apples.

Yes, let that sink in.

GEDDIT?! GEDDIT?! SINK IN. LIKE THE APPLES. Get it? Nevermind.

I got the recipe from this blog.

IT'S PRETTY AWESOME, a little bit too sweet but it's pretty damn good.


I used the only microwave-safe cup I have. Shut up, the other ones are either too big or it belongs to my brother.

I recommend if you reduce the amount of sugar a little. Maybe replace it with cane sugar if you're the ~super healthy~ kind. Even though brown sugar is probably healthy already anyway. Healthier than white sugar, at least.

I dreamt that my new neighbours moved out and new ones moved in. They broke down the wall separating our compounds and built a new one with a glass divider. They also reared ducks and these white things that even in my dreams I didn't care for, which my dog liked to chase.

My new neighbours were an Indian family. Apparently, when they were rebuilding their gate, they broke down ours so they replaced it for us.

I told my parents about my dream and they're like
"that's nice, you should have more of these dreams maybe it'll come true."

My brother was like
"why is it that in every weird dream you have, it stars an Indian?"

OH MY GOD IT TOTALLY DOES!!!!! Like once I dreamt my Mom left my Dad for this Indian man. When my Dad heard that he knelt on the ground, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SIDE WALK.

Next time I dream of an Indian man I am so totally going to remember his face. MAYBE I'VE MET HIM BEFORE LIKE, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!

Then I told my Mom in my dream (the recent one) our house was totally refurbished and remodelled. We had shiny floors and a chandelier and those fancy impractical but very selfie-flattering yellow lights.

My Mom asked me why, in all my recent dreams, I have new furniture.


maybe it's an omen. MAYBE GOD IS SENDING DREAMS TO ME, TELLING ME TO QUIT BUSINESS AND GO FOR INTERIOR DESIGNING.

I really want to get really good results for SPM. As cheesy as it sounds, Aziz's speech on Friday really inspired that small flame inside of me. It made me think, and yes this extremely cheesy, of what my parents have done for me and what the heck I'm doing to repay them.

I want them to be all, "that's my daughter" on SPM result day.


I really hope I don't get over-confident about this lol cos normally when I'm really sure of something it turns around and slap me across the cheek.

PLEASE, GIVE ME THE WILL POWER TO PUT MY PHONE AWAY.

God, guys. Can I just say. If she doesn't win, then it's totally rigged. Like listen to her voice!


Someone needs to hire her for their wedding cos she's gonna be awesome. Like the kind you hold your drink up to and sway with the raspy melody that is her voice. The kind that makes you go, wow, they have great taste in music.

1. Avoid: From far, we can see rolling hills and lush green forests accompanied by beaches and sea, which is very pretty.
2. Write this instead: From a distance, the village against a backdrop of rolling hills and lush green forests fringed by the golden beaches and the emerald sea is a pretty sight to behold.

Mako and Korra broke up in Season 2 Episode 5.

Why is it that every single time I say my OTP will get married, THEY FREAKING BREAK UP. First Colessa, now Makorra.

Honestly. Some people.

Was at Isetan Market yesterday and there were so many people there. My Mom took like 10 freaking minutes choosing a tiny pumpkin, only to choose sweet potato later.


I know lol. 2 sweet potatoes for about 11 bucks lol those better be some holy sweet potatoes.

Anyway, while waiting for my parents, I "parked" the trolley beside this whatdoyoucallit table (????) that was showcasing all these different bottles of soy sauce that no one obviously cared for. Then came this couple.

First of all, let me say that this couple looked like one of those just-starting-out-to-live-with-each-other kind. The girl looks retarded, basically speaking. And the guy looked like those hamsap 20+ year olds. Anyway, while the girl went to look off for some cookies, the guy just left the trolley. In the middle of the fucking junction.


He just freaking left it there and walked to accompany his girlfriend. And it wasn't like the aisles were empty, THERE WERE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. I even moved my trolley back so he'll have space to move his but he just ignored it like his brain cells evaporated for that 5 seconds I was staring at him sending telepathic messages for the dumbass to move his trolley out of the way.


So I just stood there staring at the trolley, while sending death glances at them at the cookie section. Then they came back cookies in hand and moved the trolley.. just a little cos he saw beer. Typical. See? What did I say? Hamsap 20 something.

I do have feelings, really I do!! Therefore, out of whim I am blogging about my feelings.


ANYWAY, yes, I do have feelings :( it's just that primarily in school, I have a bitch face on. Can't help it, I sit next to Cheryl. The amount of stupid questions contorts my facial muscles to be permanently stuck in the "WTF" position HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA


You wanna hear me talk about friends? I'LL TALK ABOUT FRIENDS.

There are moments when I feel like the luckiest person on Earth to have friends like these.


and there are moments when I feel like the only person on Earth who has no friends that are true.


most of the time, I'm PMS-ing when I feel the latter. I don't know. I feel like its inevitable for everyone to feel this sometimes. That when you graduate, you'll probably not see these people any more anyway, so why try now right?

But it's so conflicting cos I'm also that person who tries to continue the ties of friendship :( please don't give me that sarcastic eye roll. What you see at school is probably just a mirror image of what I really am. I don't know, I don't know who I am okay.

And normally I don't talk about these heavy subjects with other people cos other people don't care. Everybody just wants to talk about the light and fluffy stuff, or the mutual hate towards a person. That's it. Talk about anything beyond that point of negativity and people label you as negative. Not talk about feelings and people label you as feeling-less.

Well, I'm not okay. I do have feelings. But why should I vomit my feelings on you guys right. As if I don't talk too much already lol.

Perhaps my form1&2 experience left scars too deep lol.