It is a messy business being an adult

I was searching for a piece of paper the other day to jot down stuff to buy for my brother. While searching high and low in my so neat room, I found my old notebooks.

With my supercute tidy handwriting in notes when I was studying. All the graphic organizer and mnemonics.I love those!

It made me miss studying. Being a student instead of a teacher. Being on the receiving end instead of being in front of the class and yapping about. Non-stop.

Miss the student carefree life.

I do want to continue my study. But I have thousand of excuses. Basically I am lazy.

Too many what if.

I do though.

Not only kids say the darnest thing

My GPK HEM also did!

Gosh!

She was asking me about the cakes that I bought for the teachers for Birthday Celebration. She praised me first about the cuteness and etc.

I told her I bought the cake from my next door neighbour who recently moved out during the CNY break.

You know what she said?

She said, "Oh, awak bergaul jugak eh dengan jiran?"

I don't know whether I should laugh or feel offended.

The cakes

One in 2013

I know it is very late to wish Happy New Year. Like almost three months too late.

I'm good at pretending to be busy. Making me feel worthwhile.

Anyway, my resolutions are mostly recycled. From yesteryears.

Something new this year is I want to have enough money to be a house. I want my own house. I don't want to be paying any more rent. It's so useless!

Of course houses are effing shit expensive these days. Especially if I want to settle down in KL area.

I was thinking, to myself mostly, about buying somewhere near to KL like Seremban, Senawang or Nilai. I can't live too far from civilization. Just ain't me.

Now, if anyone can help me tell my mom about that, thanks.

My lullaby

HR likes it when I ask him to sing me to sleep.

He will do all the guitar parts which he knows I cannot stand.

One night after telling him off again for doing the guitar parts, he finally settled for a song. The Thong Song by Sisqo. Complete with the rap and all.

Well, at least he didn't do the guitar parts.

*

Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish

=)

Seven months on cloud nine and counting...

Us

The other night I decided to work on a project with HR. That's decided after we had spent most of our evening playing card games. 

Since we have different interests, it was quite hard to decide on what to do. He felt my preferences to do scrapbooking was too girly for him while I thought his proneness to sleeping is driving me cuckoo.

So, since I was in the mood for typing and he would never say no to guitar time, we collaborated to produce a song. Me, of course on the lyric and him the music (read: guitar and other electrical stuff, including voice).

I felt so productive. Plus I really like my lyric. It's cute.

Perhaps I'll share more once HR completed the final touches on the song.

He is somewhat perfectionist. I hope he could focus that energy elsewhere. But i can continue being hopeful right?

Wordless Wednesday

Funny?

Weird?

Override

Men are stupid.
Too harsh, most men are stupid most of the time.
Why bother?
Men are stupid.

The other day, I got the opportunity to take a KTM ride. Alone. So I opted for the women's coach. 

It was not peak hour so they weren't many people and it was so joyful. The ride. Not the fact that I had to travel alone. On a KTM.

These stupid men who couldn't read or couldn't even bother just strode along on the women's coach. Stupid. If you really couldn't read, the signs, all over the coach (truly all over), couldn't you see, its pink. PINK coach. Not meant for you men.

Who are even stupider than those stupid men?

Stupid women.

Stupid women who brought their stupid men on the women's coach. 

Yes, those women!