#506

As usual I have Tuesday blues. But after I had a mug of Dfolia, I felt like I need to work. The feeling emphasizes even more when I entered a grab car on the way to work. 

And I was thinking that, the pay doesn’t motivate me much. Not because of the amount. But because of the environment I have created for myself. 

I don’t talk much. It crossed my mind that it would be a huge blessing to be able to have conversations with people, particularly girls. 

To share that excitement, to share that disappointments etc 

My inner self is screaming so loud whenever they have conversations here. But I was just tongue tied. 

Who knew I would actually miss talking with girls? 

#505

27.10.2018 1:20pm pergi poslaju batu caves. Takde orang tengah queue pun. Mungkin waktu zohor waktu terbaik untuk pergi. Lagipun bukan ada festive pun kan. Orang tak banyak shopping haha

#504

I realise that no matter how you don't want to care about people's feelings (because you wouldn't mind on so many things), especially close ones, you still need to.

Life ain't that easy.

#503

It’s heart warming to have friends that keep their lives private. And instead of sharing photos to public (even if it’s a private profile), they share their photos (at least one photo) with you in text message like WhatsApp. It’s not about feeling special. It’s about respect. It’s heart warming. 

#502

It feels so satisfying listening to the sound of 'purchase successful' when you successfully install or purchased something on App Store. I always purposely unmute my phone to listen to that.

#501

Other than my husband, I am not sure who else are reading my blog lol

Anyway, I miss Twitter. I always say things there. But then my beloved account has been deleted. All my epic tweets, the ones I never thought of as I age, have gone. Poof!

Nevertheless, it's good that it's gone... for the better of myself. I need to keep reminding myself that that, is not everything.

#500

ALERT: THIS MESSAGE CONTAINS EXTREME NARCISSISM 

Atep, Pqa, Yoong Ern, and pakistan guy (who I can’t remember, I think kat Prestar) think I'm arab wow masyaaAllah

Asma thinks I'm mixed arab masyaaAllah

Then Ann (intern when job with Syila for Rev Asia) thought I used the thing to do my eyelashes masyaaAllah means my eyelashes looks pretty and lentik lol I used to wonder that and looked at myself, kening lentik ke. Then tengok, cam tak. So I let it go and didn't care about it til Ann said so wow 

Mak yong puji makin putih

Jiran depan mak cik karidah puji me so white

Had to post this. I was searching for this. I thought I’ve posted it on my blog but not yet. It was in my note only all along.