Dils Stop .

So it's the long Christmas holiday, that should not affect me since I'm not on holiday. But it does! Why? I don't have a lot of defects! I don't have to turn off my computer at 8 pm ! I don't have to grumble about my work in Twitter! All because the good people in Belgium are having their off days. In the home front, all is good. I am still lazy doing housework, and keep putting off to scrub the kitty areas. It really looked deplorable now, and I can't procrastinate that disagreeable job. Tetapi thinking about housework makes me ill. So many fun things to do instead. Like lounging around looking at Twitter. Watching Jdorama. Reading the Walking Dead. Jalan-jalan alone or with friends or family. Tetapi I still need to clean the damn area and bake me some muffins. All because ade orang tu tak reti habiskan fruit die. And because the kitties tak boleh do their own housework.  Talking about the kitties, they woke up at 4.30 a.m. today and decided to have a party i...

I have no mood to type written words because well, I want to type and complain and such and such, but then I really do not care to be one of those bloggers aight. So I'm gonna put the 2 makhluk berbulu pictures just for fun. *at the time I am typing this, I can hear they are killing each other downstairs and I assume spreading their bulu everywhere* What is this disgusting looking picture you say? It is a mashed up telur pindang mixed with kicap. I love it. Those who are not familiar with telur pindang, don't like the smell (the taste is not any different from the usual telur rebus, maybe a tad bit 'rempahy'). I however as a Johorean to the core, absolutely love the smell and taste of it. Instead of eating it with nasi beriani, I like to make it as snack and eat as such. My husband nose would crinkled in disgust when he saw this. Maybe because telur pindang could also make you a bit gassy and his nose is just crinkling in disgust in anticipation of what t...

I was reading some news, about the brutal killing of a girl and wondered if the world had become more heartless. Then somehow, I was brought to the memories I had when I was in my primary school, maybe because the name of the victim reminded me of one of the girls in primary. In my all girls school there used to be 2 kids that is mentally handicapped (I am not sure what exactly the correct term, mentally challenged maybe?). One of the kid is a bit obnoxious since she talks and brags a lot and us kids being bratty kids, we looked down on her when we should be more understanding. However, looking back, I don't think that she ever realized that, and if she did she never shows it. I am glad nonetheless that I always had my manners on when I talk to her as young and naive as I was. The other girl is even more pitiable. Even back then us bratty girls pity her. She is painfully shy. She was a big girl, somewhat disheveled but always with a smile on her face I don't know exactly what...

I am still reading Grimm's Fairy Tale. Many of the stories in it that deals with a young man finding a good maiden, if there happens to be a choice to be made among sisters, it is always the youngest of the sister who is the most fair, have the most goodness of heart or the most clever (well rarely a heroine in Grimm's is clever). Wouldn't it be the youngest is the most foolish thus less worthy of a happy ending? Is it a custom a long ago to view the youngest among all the available women , as the most desirable. What am I asking? In the age of Botox, of course the younger you are the better you are perceived. Initiall I want to say this in twitter tapi its too long. So mobile blog it goes. ||Sent while on the go. Or on bed.||

Its been a while since I blog. Like really blog. Not like some crappy updates. But heck, all I ever do from the beginning is to give crappy updates. And you know what usually hindered me to blog, the thought of finding, editing and uploading pics. When I thought of blogging and updating pictures to it, I always goes like "Malasnyeeeerrrr"  and procrastinate. I don't know about other people, but even the thought of finding relevant pics on the net kinda put me off blogging. All I want to do is type out random nonsense dammit.  Then before this I always blog on a work hour. Before that work is unfulfilled and all that boring stuffs. Not that nowadays work is becoming awesome in every way, but I guess I am growing up and I think its more important for me to do the work first. Blogging rase tak senang when you got some codes still not sort out (padahal I got 2 services need sorting out ni tengah blogging ni ape cerita ni).  Maybe I have time to blog more at home. Well, mor...

Kucing aku ni taw. Suke betul berbaringan depan monitor and sepak everything on the desk to the floor. Well, my husband had board the plane. Aku tak hantar ke KLIA because I argued its easier for him to take a taxi rather than I send him to KL Sentral, and he knows KLIA is quite impossible for me. Aku boleh pergi, tapi balik gerenti sesat! Anyway, its basically me and the cats now. Tak best. Nak pergi rumah my sis la after this. Oh, and I found my Anne of the Island books. Ok. Tak boleh blogging. Dengar kucing2 kat bawah buat ape tah. Hati tak senang kena check apakah makhluk berbulu tu nak destruct kat rumah ni lagi. Maybe later I'll blog about my Anne books.

Aku rase nak berenti keje ikut husband pergi Turkmenistan aje la. Stress ok. I was suppose to do some codes that need me to change the date automatically. Do you know how many possibilities there are? How many possibilities of you want to change the start date and end date in many many different way?( added: for multiple records and for various time periods) .  It just feel so complicated and I thought  had finished with that, obviously I didn't so aku emo. So what I want to do is just sit in a room and mumble incomprehensible things. And Kurap telah berak di atas karpet. Gah! I couldn't marah her because it is partly my fault since I am much too tired and too lazy to open the back door for her to do her business early this morning. Tapi time aku penat tu lah, time die tak tahan nak berak. And if I didn't have to go back to JB tonight aku basuh je karpet tu sendiri besok pagi. But I do, so the next best thing sebelom karpet tu jadi lagi cilaker, is sending it to a dobi. W...