she moves. shes moved.

so i’m on my 3rd day break till i start working at a employment and for once i didnt go out anywhere.

for two days in a row, i went out with my mom, sis, aunts and cousins for some shopping and bowling during the day light and hanging out with 2 of my besties and the self proclaim spartan during the night. it was super fun but i’m dead tired.

and today, i get to stay at home and lucky as i am, on a cosy weather. it was raining cats and dogs and i just have to stop whatever i was doing and catch some forty winks. and in between procrastinating, i manage to clean my wardrobe. i’m surprised that after throwing out many old junks(mostly jeans), my wardrobe is still at verge of bursting. i pity my clothes since they hardly have any air to breathe. i dont have enough space to hang out my clothes. and i tell you, my baju kurungs that dated since my secondary school days are taking so much space. and i cant bear to give them away. they might be old but also my favourites. so comfy… some almost berlapok? hah…

i’m beginning to wonder if i’m some sort of hoarders. my family history leads to a couple of hoarders although i dont know if hoarding is heridetary or not.

anyways, what i’m trying to say is that, why is my wardrobe so full yet i still have nothing to wear?? so strange right? or is this the lady’s syndrome? or is it just that i prefer a certain shirt cause it just fits me so well that i begin to wear the same piece over and over again? i’m used to think that i need a bigger wardrobe. i still think of getting a bigger wider wardrobe but sadly, i dont have space in my room for that. unless, my sister is willing to sacrifice her wardrobe space – i doubt so.

i remember that when i was in primary school, my clothes fits beautifully into a ‘pigeon hole’. our wardrobe has just 3 doors and 2 doors are for those hanging clothes and one for those folding ones. and i shared that 3rd door, the one divided into four panels with my siblings. one panel for each of us and the fourth and highest one is for the towels.

and now that pigeon hole is not even enough for my undergarments. hah.

look how times have changed.

i think even a walk-in wardrobe wont fit all my clothes cause the bigger you have the more you’ll wanna keep.

and oh, after cleaning my closet, i realised i have so many hangers unused. so thats where all my mother’s hangers went – into my closet.

i dont know why i’m talking about my wardrobe cause this is not the reason that i wanna blog today. but in any case, lets just go with the flow. and maybe tomorrow i planned to clean out my book shelf, i’ll blog about that. hah.

till later, bye!!

No one ever saw me like you do
All the things that I could add up to
I never knew just what a smile was worth
But your eyes see everything
Without a single word

Cause there’s something in the way you look at me
It’s as if my heart knows
You’re the missing piece
You make me believe that there’s nothin’
in this world I can’t be
I never know what you see but there’s
Something in the way you look at me

If I could freeze a moment in my mind
be the second that you
Touch your lips to mine
I’d like to stop the clock
Make time stand still
Cause baby this is just the way
I always wanna feel

I don’t know how or why
I feel different in your eyes
All I know is it happens every time

The way you look at me

i wish theres work holidays for working adults. you know aside from the entitled leave (which is for my case a pathetic 7-day leave entitlement. just a bloody seven days for the whole 365days a year. *theres the weekends* i hear you say. i work 5-and-a-half-days per week and pretty much half my weekends are gone sowing the fields for the company).

maybe just 2 weeks per work semester is enough.

and without the homework or remedials or make-up assignments.

wouldnt it be great?

then we could all go out for holidays.

and best, we’re all still paid.

we should all sign petitions for that.

and then we’ll live in a happier planet.

unless you’re the employer of course.

but if you’re a good employer, a capable one that is, you’ll work your way to cover the costs.

work holiday..

work holiday..

work holiday…

if i say it 40 times, will it come true??

BUSTED.

that is how i can describe my bro.

the other day, while we were watching Miss USA Pageant, my mother, brother and I, my brother blurted “hah! this one, confirm – fake” at one of the contestants during the swimwear segment.

then my mom asked “mana tau?”

“abih.. keras…” he replied promptly.

“mana tau keras? mana tau keras tu fake?”

“and how you know to differenciate between keras or not on how do you even know how real or fake ones look alike?” i menyampuk.

and then both my mom and i went… “ohhhhhhhhh.. we know how…”

my mom tease “bilang ayah…”

and i add in “patutlah selalu kunci pintu bilik..”

then he blushed and kept denying “mana ada……. takde.. apa sajeeeeeeee…. jangan bukan2″

huahahahaha…

bro, we’re not born yesterday lah…

and just to defend himself he said “be thankful i like to look at girls’ asset.. if i prefer guys’ how?”

tsk. brothers. men. boys. guys. faggots. haha.

but then we’re still in love with their species.

love them, hate them.

whichever you choose, they sure cant live without us WOMEN.

thats why theres such thing as Girl Power. not Guy Power, Man Power.

But maybe we can hear ‘His Pen is Power’ once in awhile. lol…