101.20

Every two to three months, I will frequent to Watson's to buy my purchase of my everyday uses.

Yesterday, I went and bought a total of 7 items which costs me RM101.20. Paid up and went back. Wow, for 7 items the total costs are above RM100 plus, it was costly.

Below are the expensive items:-

1. 800 pcs of WS Cotton buds (They were in packs) - RM8.90
2. 60 pcs of Carefree Ultra thin pantyliners (They were in packs)-RM9.90
3. 1 bottle of SI IV Firm Mask - RM17.90
4. 1 bottle of Simple M/Up Remover - RM19.90
5. 1 pack of BIOR Pore pack - RM12.90
6. 1 pack of C&C Oil control film - RM8.80
7. 1 bottle of Loreal shampoo - RM22.90

Each of these items cost less than RM50 but when total up it's expensive! Besides these items are non branded and non exclusive.

I think that prices of goods are going up unknowingly which affect our ringgit are getting smaller.

Ps. Is it surprising that these 7 items cost RM101.20?

Mistaken Identity

A Nigerian approached me and asked "Are you a Filipino? From Sabah or Sarawak?" I replied "No. I'm a local and I'm a Malaysian". He still looked at me in disbelief.


He's one of the foreign student studying in the college, where I'm at working at now. (He's trying to flirt with me).


This is not the first time when I was mistaken many times by the local here. Especially when I go to a shopping mall, the sales assistant will talk to me in Malay. Talking about looking like an Indonesian here!

Only certain people when they see me they would know that I'm mixed with Thai. My great grandma is from the Songkla, south Thailand which makes me one quarter of Thai. I have my great grandma DNA more which I ended up looking more like her on the tan side.

I've been to Thailand couple of times, loved their food, culture and language. Too bad I can't speak Thai except for "Sawadekah and Kop Kun Kah".

Needless to say, I'm proud of my heritage.

Ps. A closer look up. Do I looked Thai or Chinese? Or both?

I waited and was patience...

It pays to be patience and I waited for a week! Even though my fingers are itchy being wanting to call or text my bf again, I held on.

And tonight, I've received a text message from him; "Hi honey, how are you?" I replied that I'm find and misses him.

I've learned to cool down in this type of situation in order for him to have an anxiety feeling.

I'm so happy! He replies and that's all that matters.

Ps. I've learned how to be not taken advantage with. Guys, many thanks too for your advices.

Tell Tale Sign

I text my boyfriend that I will call him on Tuesday nite, 9,15pm and when I called him, it went to voicemail. He did not return my call, did not replied my text messages and emails.

Of late, it hard for me to contact him. I presumed he was tired and needed rest after work, but he didn't even have the courtesy to replied me.

I have this gut feeling that something is very wrong. Maybe, he's seeing someone else.

I'm no expert when comes to my relationship problem, so I gathered some information on the net. I even talked to my guy friend on his opinion.

Yeap, he's definitely ignoring and pushing me away. I was in denial and gave him benefit of the doubts that nothing was wrong.

It's been a year with him and many times, he hinted that he might married someone else. His family is trying to arrange a marriage for him, oh no! He spoke to his family about me and they are keeping mum about me.

I talked about our marriage but each time, he just kept quiet. I just want to spent the rest of my life with him, if he can't and won't commit, I don't see any future in us.

I'm giving my ignorance to him for this few days. I will see whether he contacts me and we just need to talk about it.

I must have the willpower not to contact him. It's gonna be hard as I still love him.

Ps. Should I give him a second chance if his explanation are valid enough?

Blessed and it's a blast!

When I started my new job 2 weeks ago, I thought I was going to be very busy. For the first few days, I was quite bored, asked to surf the net and even read the papers. Much to the obvious, the workload was not passed to me yet.

I learnt quite fast as the job scope is not that large. My job is to collect students' fees, update monthly report and assist in the course counselling. When there are no students' paying their fees, I will be bored.

As of yesterday, the job have been passed on to me. I'm learning how to be independent, but today, things are slow. So in between, I will be on FB playing Farmville and now posting this blog entry.

Thank God for online live radio broadcast I'm listening to and also to a covered cubicle I'm sitting. No wandering eyes over my shoulder.

Ps. No complains at this moment. I'm really blessed and it's a blast!

He needs his bed, I need my throne

My boyfriend dropped by at my place an hour before midnight last night after visiting his friends.

He was tired as he was working on 12 hours shift that day, he just wanted to rest before going back to Kulim. Chatted for a while, he had a quick bath and we retired to sleep. Set alarm for him to wake at 4am.

We were trying to get some shut eyes but we just couldn't. He was tossing so much and was snoring, I just couldn't sleep too. We were drifting in and out of sleep.

He's not too familiar in my bedroom. Funny though, this is not the first time, he slept at my place. He just wanted his own bedroom!

After an hour or so, he said that he wanted to go home and sleep. He better go home and rest though, as he's working the next day and finally I can get sleep.

I have no qualms about sleeping in a new environment but I have problem of going even the toilet is sparkling clean. There's a need for me to go each morning, but my ass and mind just couldn't comprehend to the new environment.

Most of the time, I just couldn't go and the feeling of bloateness and uncomfortable crept in. Worst, I have to succumb to laxatives. I just need to sit on my golden throne!

Our body and mind needs to adjust itself to a new environment of which we have accustomed to our own place.

Ps. Can your mind and body eases itself to a new environment?

First Shawal

For such a long time, I never got invited to any festivities. But this year, at the first shawal, Hari Raya, my ex-colleague invited me to her house. No matter where her house is situated, I will be going as there are yummy and free food. Talk about gluttony here...lol...

God knows where her flat is, as I got lost. Finally, found her place. Even though her place is small and not decorative, I can feel the warmness. Had tomato rice, with chicken and beef rendang. Home cooked and all the cookies she made.

We chatted about the times we shared when we were working together.

Selamat Hari Raya to all my Muslim bloggers!

Ps. It's not about the food but the feel of the warmness.

10 to 7

When I told my friends that my new office working hours will be from 10am to 7pm, they find it bizzare. So far, I've been working from 8-ish to 6-ish but never at this time.

It's a blast working at this given time. I can wake up at 8am, don't have to struggle with traffic woes and reached work in 20 mins time. Have 10 mins to spare to get a shut eye in my car, lol...

Same goes when I'm going home. Can reached home in 20 mins time too.

Ps. Felt the hours are too long, getting use to it by now.

Banging of doors and shouting...

The sound of banging of doors and shouting came across from the other side. They started again. She's a divorcee staying with her boyfriend. She lives across my apartment unit. It seems that her boyfriend is unemployed and at this moment I don't know whether she's working.

On last Saturday, they was banging of door again and I heard the sound of beating. I quickly looked through the peep hole (I was afraid to open the door, don't want to be called a "busybody"), I can only see blurring images.

The beatings went for a few minutes and I was wondering did anyone got beaten. This is not the first time they have been quarrelling.

She was friendly before the divorce but she kept to herself when she met her boyfriend. To keep tongues from wagging and busybody neighbours, she has no choice but secluded herself.

Ps. I wanted to help her, but I'm afraid that I will be a busybody.