.: HAIRDOn’t :.
People tend to make mistakes in their life. I for one, have committed countless sins…gaffes…blunder…err, regrettably — only to realize that there is no turning back.
Being the Klutz — i am, i sometime wonder whether i am jinxed the moment i came out from my momma’s womb, as things happened surrounds me sometimes, just did not turn out to be the way it was supposed to be. The tragedy happened today has definitely proven my conviction…
For those who are close to me, this may no longer be a shocker– as this incident or shall i say “accident” has happened before, many times infact!
Indeed, a hairdo gone horribly, horribly wrong is a living nightmare. As luck wasn’t always on my side, i personally have gone through these earth-shattering events a few times already; from bad poodle perm ( i ended up tying ponytails to class for the whole semester in Uni before getting my hair rebonded), bad dye job (my bf hated it so much that he refused to talk to me until i dyed my hair back to the original colour the very next day), ugly-fugly haircuts (if only crazy glue could help re-attaching the hair back. Slight chance. I ended up opting for hair tonic instead, hoping that my hair would grow back, presto!). Well, things happened and you can’t help feeling awful because you just can’t do anything about it.
After series of hair-mishaps, i truly hope that I would really learn my lesson this time:
- Hate it — Say it
· Next time, say something. As much as i truly don’t wanna offend anybody’s feelings or question the hair stylist’s professionalism (in other words; “Syok Sendiri”) with my whimper, they just wouldn’t know that we are unhappy with their “creative” work or “experiment”, unless we say so. Who knows that they might even willing to give discount to fix the situation.
- Go Home and Get a Grip
· Ok, cry…scream…and feel sorry for ourselves– whatever it takes to get over it. The hair’s gone and tears or pity-parties may not make it grow back any faster. No harm in trying to wash it & styling it ourselves. Sometimes, the cut isn’t as heinous as we think, perhaps it’s just the way it was styled by the hairdresser made it look wonky. (Sajeje, nak sedapkan hati! =P)
- Accessorize
· Little barrettes, headbands, hairspray and hair gel make perfect cover-ups! With a little luck, it may turn the “massacre-hair-don’t” into a funky, edgy style (P/S: bluff and tell the whole wide world that this hairdo is the “in-thing” and that we’re making our way to become a trendsetter! *yeah-rite~*)
- Smile
. Play along.
· When all else fails– smile. Don’t let it ruin our lives. Walking around with scowl on our face, will never ever gonna help us feel (or even look) any better. Why turn an ugly haircut into an ugly personality? Smile sometimes overshadows the other elements of beauty. Heck, who knows the glare from the pearly white smiles may even blind people from seeing the not-so-hot hairdo.
Well, with these magic spells revealed, I just hope that i could learn something from my silly mistakes and free myself from the curse of being jinxed– in whatever manner, that is!
Now, will this urban legend continues? Hopefully, NOT! (Amen~)
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Beads of sweat poured from my forehead and my vision was clouded as tears started flowing from my eyes. My heart pounds and I can feel my chest heaving for air. My knees weaken. The pain was so bad that I can barely walk. I would have to hold on to the surface of the wall. As I make my way through the hall…
Too many voices echoed in my head. “Do this…do that…”, they said. Gotta stay strong. Gotta keep up. No one knows the agony inside…
Alone in the small room. The water was left running. My head tilted up and down as i spurted “green” stuff from my tummy, down my throat to the toilet bowl. I can’t take this anymore…
Curled up on the floor. I closed my eyes. Gritting my teeth. Biting my tongue. Crying. Praying. As i was left there, bleeding…
I felt like dying. So help me God~
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I hate P.M.S! It’s killing me slowly… 
.: NaRciSsiSt :.
Some people are Hemorrhoids — They’re just a pain the ass. This is where i want to tell you the things that make me batty. Bare with me as i outline in rant form the reason for my annoyance which almost contributing to near-death (the feel like murdering someone) tragedy.
Sometimes, I hate my job. Why? We are supposedly to provide service for mankind. The ones with the human touch. Who supposedly stick up for the well-being and unfair treatments of others. However, there are just some things that we can’t just simply tolerate. Can’t expect us to please everyone by sucking up influential peeps’ ass’ all the time, can’t we?
Urghhh sadly enough, we just can’t run away from it. We are just the tiny voice in this big world full of lies, hypocrites and selfish brats.
Syukran– Being grateful for all the blessings.
“Al-Hamdu Lillahi Rabbil ‘Alamin” ; It’s just a shame that people chant it more than they really meant it.
Life isn’t that easy. Things are not supposed to fall into your lap. You just got to earn it. Try looking around (especially the less-fortunate) before start whining that you don’t have what you deserve. And if you see someone who has stuff you’d like to have the person hardly even work for it, so what? That somebody probably doesn’t appreciate what he/she has and as everything comes too easily for him/her, it doesn’t teach him/her anything about what’s important in life, they end up making several unwise life choices which eventually resorted him/her dying in the gutter all alone (well, ok maybe that’s too dramatic!)
So they said– life is unfair. Some people just wasting their lives just by being a damn whiner. Life isn’t fair because people are selfish, greedy and apathetic and because they don’t give a damn about others and how their actions impact on them. Just as long as “I’m OK who gives a fig whether other people are surviving or not”. Urghhh, this sort of attitude really disgust me!
Dang, quit thinking so much about yourself ok. If you have a decent place to stay, enough oxygen to breath and nobody’s dropping bombs on you, you’re considered a lucky person ok. There are good things in one’s life. Open up your eyes and realize that they are other people who are facing life even worse than you do.
So, quit complaining & live with it ok!!! =P
“ Ustaz pernah berkata, yang duduk di banglo, tinjau-tinjaulah mereka yang duduk di teres. Yang diteres pula, jangan dibandingkan pula yang tinggal di banglo malah, lihatlah mereka yang tinggal di flat. Apatah lagi mereka yang tidak mempunyai tempat untuk berlindung dari panas terik…” – Sedutan tazkirah dari Tuan Haji Saleh Parman
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" Note to (younger) self:
Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up. You will be an adult much longer than you will be a child. You are smarter than you think you are, so don’t sell yourself short. Listen more and talk less. You will learn more from others if you keep your mouth shut. Learn from your mistakes. It isn’t a mistake if you learn the lesson. You will find prince charming sooner than you think. Learn how to say “no” to other people. If you don’t, others will take advantage of your kindness. Embrace who you are and appreciate the gifts you have to offer.
With love,
X O X O
The older, wiser self”
-brilliant masterpiece of Tara Governo-
Would you climb the highest mountain and sacrifice a lot of things for love?
I know someone who does. Well, maybe most of us do.
I see nothing wrong with that. You may call it plain stupid, but the world doesn’t leave us with much of a choice, does it?
Sure, love comes with a lot of sacrifices. What is love without sacrifice? Love means selflessness, meaning that you’d give up a dear part of yourself for another person.
But what if we let our life being dominated by male chauvinism? Us, women being a culprit of supporting the patriarchal constitution.
What if the girl we know fell in love with the wrong kinda man. Who abuses her emotions and treat her so bad. Is it right for us just to stop and stare? Turn our backs and just carry on?
“Trust”. Such a strong word. With a confound meaning. Just don’t let the meaning manipulates you.
Listen to me girl, don’t be a fool. Get a grip. Don’t let him push you to the ledge, hanging over the edge. It’s not like you haven’t given him a chance. It’s just that he’d promised to change but he did it again and again and again…
It’s really not my cup of tea to tell people how to live their lives. It’s just so hard to see your heart in bleeding tears.
If there’s a moment of truth in a relationship, it is actually knowing that you have done the right thing, even though it hurts you badly.
Just glad that you have finally waken up from your nightmare, before it’s too late…
A fine evening. A lovely atmosphere. A good listener. A shoulder to cry on. A great friend. A sip of caffeine. Do ease one’s pain, sometimes~
“If it’s over let it go, and come tomorrow it will seem so yesterday, haven’t you heard that I’m gonna be okay.” - Hillary Duff
P/S: LOVE SUCKS IF YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BECOME A SUCKER FOR LOVE — sUcKeRLuRv3
Uncategorized | Comments (2)I got it from my momma…
“ Baby where d’you get your body from?
Tell me where d’you get your body from.
Baby where d’you get your body from?
Tell me where d’you get your body from.
I got it from my momma.
I got it from my momma.
I got it from my momma.
I got it got it got got it?”
-Will.i.am-
OK i lied. My momma wasn’t as plump as i am now before she got married to my dad! (Shame on you, Hanim! =P)
So, nope i dunno where the hell i got my body from. Must be from that ooeey gooeey tasty fatty stuff i’ve been swallowing all this while with the help of my very own indiscipline attitude. Argh, never mind that! But i know for sure these are amongst the character/attitude/behaviours i inherit from my momma:
- WORKAHOLIC iron lady (Sometimes, you push yourself to the limit despite other people’s concern on your health and well being. Take a break mum. Chill~ *Err, yes-i’m speaking for my ownself too, that is!* )
- WORRY TOO MUCH (Sorry mum, don’t mean to be harsh. Just being brutally honest. We confess. As we used to call you “Freak-a-zoid” when we were kids whenever you freaked-out. Now however, i totally understand how you must have felt as i am now prone to get panic easily especially whenever i got lost in the middle of nowhere or usually on Sundays, thinking about deadlines on Mondays. Ish, “Gelabah” me! Padan muka~)
- EMPATHY towards less fortunate creatures and humankind (although my affection towards the kids, the cats, the fishes, the tortoise etc. are usually shown in a uniquely “gentle-bully” manner, unlike my momma–with tender loving care)
- SPENDING GENEROUSLY on stuff we call it crafts, other people call it junks
- Creates thick scummy earwax of others by SINGING our lungs out (like-nobody’s-business) in the bedroom, bathroom or car. (Dad, did anyone ever tell you that you make a great “listener”? You are indeed dad, as you’ve survived harking to our vocal–therapy most of the time. Thanks dad! You’re simply the best.)
I would say that my mum possesses way better qualities than i currently do. How i wish i could inherit some of these respectable traits of hers:
- SUPERB COOKING ABILITY (I need this badly, mum. S.O.S!)
- SUPERWOMAN juggling between career and kids (Tough job. Considering “us” as the nasty products mum has raised)
- AMAZING COURAGE and STRONG WILL (obviously being portrayed during her fight against her Cancer disease. Shooh Cancer. Go Away! And please don’t come back for good!)
- STANDING UP FOR HER RIGHTS to reason with people (Girl Power!)
- Excellent WRITING SKILLS (Mum, you’ve always been my walking dictionary, grammar teacher and vocabulary feeder. Truly appreciate that! More lessons but less lectures (nag) please. Terima kasih! J
Above all, my mum is a great woman in our heart. Her determination, individuality and strength is unique to us and from her, we realized that every person has the ability and capability to live a simple and righteous life.
Although i would really love to inherit mummy’s positive traits, i can still recall mum constantly reminding us just to be ourselves despite our imperfections and everything will be OK.
Mum, you are the living pillar in our family. We admire you for being a woman with good character and great qualities! You have done us proud…
Mama, i love you. Mama, i care…
Hope you’ve enjoyed our family-get-together earlier today… J
To all the existing mothers in the whole wide world (Pait, this one goes out for you too! Note: Yes, YOU ARE a mummy now!), HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! May you live each day with gratitude and enjoy life as a close-knitted family. Happiness always~
“Fathers be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do. Girls become lovers who turn into mothers. So mothers be good to your daughters too…” – John Mayer
“Treat others with respect. Do not take advantage on other people. Never forget your roots. Be grateful.” – Among others, inspired by our beloved Mummy, (Dara) Rokiah Haji Ismail
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NaRGis…tRaGiS…tAnGis~
Shriek…shiver…sobs…shatter~
Wobble…world…fumble…tremble~
Can’t help but cerebrating these jumbled-up words in my head, testing my ability to rhyme words–making me bark like a nigga rapper…
Plus, images of other people’s misery kept flashing in my messed-up head…
Gloomy…sickly…eerie…pity~
Happiness was virtually being washed away in split seconds. Attainment of nirvana, have been lopped clean off. People clung to trees in desperate fight for survival. Disease, hunger and thirst now pose a major threat to survivors.
How can we play a part in treating the terrible wounds inflicted on their souls?
Perhaps, prayers and humanitarian aid could relief a lil’ bit of their grief with hopes that they would be able to endure resilience with indomitable spirit and inexorable hope…Amen~
Malaysian Red Crescent Society (MRCS) Regional Disaster Response Team (RDRT) Fund: Maybank account number (5144-2210-2657)
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.: tHe daY i diE :.
I’m struggling to play a piece that is more difficult than it looks. It’s full of accidentals and octave changes. I know, practice makes perfect. But, it’s challenging me and I don’t understand why I’m not getting any better at this. And because i’m so fat-fingered, the intervals between my thumb thumb and little pinky slipped off easily made my chords sounded like death song played on an organ in a funeral. *yikes!*
Urghhhhh, I give up!
Each time I screw up, i just wanted to walk away. I told myself not to give up on it, but I just don’t know how to attack playing it…
Recently, i have constantly reminded someone dear to me not to give up. Not to lose hope. Have faith. Shit happens. Yeah-sometimes life is unfair. How much i really wanted to be there for him through his pain, how much i’ve tried my very best to become like Michael Buble in his “Lost” number, I would never know whether i’ve done enough. Still, justice could never be served…
This is not the end of the world…
A question that haunts many of us is “How will I die?”
Death may be a subject that most people do not like to hear about, talk about or even think about. After all, whether we like it or not, each and every one of us will have to die one day. This is reality. A fact of life.
The sufferings and the struggling in life somehow reminds me of death. Err…nope, that DOES NOT mean that i might be one of the “Suicide Girl” you can catch on YouTube! *spank* It simply means that it somehow motivates you to ‘Seize the day’ — making you think that you’re going to die, so you would appreciate what you have. Death can even be an opportunity to gain insight into the true nature of ourselves and all things, an insight that will enable us to become free from all sufferings.
There’s this book i stumbled upon in my parents’ bedroom one day whilst doing a lil’ bit of spring cleaning. It really caught my eyes as it spells out about Karma (Read as KARMA and not KAMASUTRA ok! *noty noty* =P).
In a nutshell, the author has formulated four tasks which could help us to prepare for death…(Err, chup! That doesn’t sound right~)…Well, let me put it this way, this is how we should live our lives fully and meaningfully:
- Understanding and transforming suffering — Basically, this means coming to an acceptance of the various problems, difficulties and painful experiences which are an inevitable part of life, and learning to cope with them. If we can learn to cope with the smaller sufferings that we encounter as we go through life, we will be better able to cope with the bigger sufferings that we will face when we die.
- Making a connection, healing relationships and letting go – In layman’s term; forgiveness
- Preparing spiritually for death — It’s back to basics; “Tunaikan rukun Islam, Rukun Iman & Bertaubat”
- Finding meaning in life — Now i’m clueless! What is the purpose of my life? Why am I here? What is important and not important? (Ok I’m going bonkers, already! So help me God~)
This material somehow acts as a virtue meditation for us to live our lives in such a way as to be peaceful, calm and courageous in facing obstacles in life. And when someone we love is going through that experience, we hope we can be a source of comfort, serenity and hope for them… Insya-Allah~
“Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman…” -Beethoven-
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