.chronic crankiness.

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It comes to a point where I’m disgruntled because:

  • Deciding what masters program to do is a bitch and it doesn’t help that every 5 minutes people go ‘whaddya want to do eh’
  • Realising your pay is shit and you’re crap at trying to save money
  • Having colleagues that don’t really want to be colleagues
  • Having to explain to people that they have to do work because it’s their work
  • Faking a smile cum grimace around people you don’t know if they’ve stabbed you at the back or what
  • Trying your best to teach students who don’t really want to learn and keeps telling you exactly that 
  • Experiencing stomach cramps that you’re not sure originated from which food you guzzled 
  • Feeling depressed every time you watch or read the news
  • Feeling grimy in general, everywhere
  • *grumbles, grumbles, grumbles, crankiness and hormones, grumbles*

Hello 2015, it’s been a year. 

.choices, oh choices.

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The best of breakfast includes:
.freshly made scramble eggs with generous amount of pepper on top
.warmed croissant with a crunchy exterior and soft buttery insides slathered with honey
.aromatic nasi lemak with just-theright-level-of-spiciness-sambal ikan bilis and fresh cucumbers
.cold blueberry yoghurt sprinkled with slivers of almond and huge raisins
.warm porridge with a drizzle of sesame oil and more than enough condiments topped with finely chopped spring onions (fav!)
.freshly made coffee with low fat milk and soft brown sugar
.thick French toasts with buttered insides dipped with delicious maple syrup

Or all of the above.
Buffet breakfast is one of my many weaknesses.
(Not even an emergency call from the hospital can spoil it)

Good morning all! On annual leave yay!

.rant post.

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Currently marriage irks me. Not marriage per se but more of the people who are married. They’re blatantly putting on social networks about how unlucky they are cos they’re not honeymooning at Gold Coast or whatever crap they’re sprouting and I’m here bitterly responding to their ridiculous posts to ‘at least you have a husband who cares and love you and you got married without having to think about the cost bcos your parents footed for your whole damn wedding.’

Yes, to those who got married using solely their parents money, I judge you. 

You’re supposed to be ready to get on with the next phase of your life – where you will be taking care of yourself and your significant other. And you’re starting with using your parents as crutches. Meh.

And what about those complaining about traditions. Sure some Malay wedding traditions are a bit off, shall we say but think about it. If your parents put a value of 20k on your head then be damn well please that they think you’re worth that. They’re thinking about you for God’s sake. Then you can do whatever you like with that money, it’s given to you. Don’t gripe about how you’re receiving 20k and now your husband have to take a loan to buy baby diapers. Guess you should have kept that money for future use rather than spend it on a ridiculous bag. 

*rantrantrantblablablarantrantrantblablablarantrantrantblablablarantrantrantblablablarantrantrantblablablarantrantrantblablabla*
 
Ahem.
Sorry people, just need to get this off my chest, it’s bias yes, hope everyone if having a good Saturday

.colour me pretty.

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Sometimes I get the feeling like I’m turning grey and all I’m seeing is monochrome tones. It’s like after awhile your brain forgets about colour, creativity, art. Gets pretty tiring.

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I have a lot if these colouring books and I’m pretty slow at filling them up. It’s a constant battle of feeling ‘terlalu sayang’ versus ‘rugi la pulak’. And there’s also that bit where with each brush stroke, I feel like it’s getting uglier.

Talk about painting within the lines; never crossing he boundaries, never achieving maximum capacity. What a bummer.

.marry a guy.

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  • who tells you you’re beautiful and wonderful and that he can’t choose which part he likes better
  • who nags at you about safety
  • who cares about his parents
  • who keep stealing secret glances at you
  • who smiles at you like you share the best secret
  • who cooks for you
  • who is so smitten for you, once in awhile he looks gobsmacked cos he’s wondering how he could have gotten you