DIY bean bag

So the house finally bought a bean bag. Due to exxagerated prices, we huffed and puffed and found some online hints stating that making the bean bag yourselves can save heaps of cash. And so we did. We manage to get everything off Jusco Maluri but I bought the last bags of beans (they call it styrofoam beads). Loads of bags still there though.

DIY bean bag:

1. The bean bag: MYR 49.90.
(Size wise, it is quite huge considering after putting my huge ass I still can have armrests. 

2. Beans (styrofoam beads): 2 packs in 1 @ MYR 11.90. 
According to the promoter (or glamour a bit sales executive lah, she said 5 packs will be just nice but it depends on how you like your ass to be seated. At that time, there were only 4 packs left so we grabbed all and swore to come back to get another 1 or 2 packs. lol). I really do need the 1 or 2 packs now because ze bag zes znot beanie enough!

So all you have to do is just funnel them beads into the bag. As easy as that. 

(And spray some perfume on it because the styrofoam smells like crap).

(it really does like like a piece of shit this one right?) 

Wahlah, a huge ass place just for you, at around 50% of the prices sold online. 

Total paid for a nice ass place: MYR 109.40.

hammocking

enjoy (the leg hair) lol. :P

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this feeling

oh this feeling. 

revenge

you know how my dog balas dendam? 

*smells a side of any slippers*

*there, pembuli*

*picks up the pembuli's slippers*

*puts it down on the floor in the garage*

*looks at it for a while*

*starts rolling on it*

*rolls over it*

*rolls*

*rolls*

*rolls again*

*rolls*

*looks at the pembuli with a big grin*

there. 

histories 2.0

pat kua uncle.

histories

that cannon is a nuisance. i wanted a really nice picture of myself.

- penang hill, august 2009.

doggie i miss you

<3

circus

this is one weird woman. i think one of her quiet ambition is to be a circus clown.

remember?

i hate shaving. at least 3 cuts per shave.

gah.

spot the difference

amatuer vs professional cook.

:D

haha. fail gao gao one.

santa doggie

bone bone bone!
(ho ho ho!)

disconnected. see you people in a week or so. ;)

tingle bells

ling long. ling long. long long. :D

make your way home for christmas if you can okay?

missing

this brown thing. 

KSA BAH AUH KUL

abu dhabi airport, still as busy as before though its dawn.

so, 12 more hours till i breathe polluted city air and hug the brown bear for six days, 4 in perak and 2 in KL,

please tick slowly. or freeze at some points i don’t mind. i want to see my friends, eat dinners at home, and catch all those movies. 2 days in KL is just really not enough. :(

(oh and anyone who's up for late night movies please please holla me!)

the last time i was back home, i took a week to readjust my biological clock. and now, as soon as i adapt to GMT +8, its time to rewind it back to GMT +3. grr.

just ONE reason why i hate a round earth. >.<

once upon a time

so almost 6 years ago we entered university.

we laughed, cried, drove, sang, studied, failed (yeah right),  disappeared, “pati-ed”, burnt midnight oil, burnt day oil, made quality friends, enemies, cursed some lecturers, fell asleep in class, peeped some answers, played loads of badminton, jogged, squash, basketball, walked, jumped, fell, rolled, spent shitload much of money, watched loads of movies, watch boys and girls (what?), cursed the pak guard, oh the mak guards, hu ha about tests, projects, assignments, ranted like a queen, camped in the library, camwhored, hated in house food, ate chinese chicken in tronoh, missed home, met crazy impromptu decisions, went crazy

and now we are going to attend our graduation. after 8 months ending our semester.

(potong stim at some point la hor?)

so a shoutout to all back there later, come “home” and we shall all sing, dance, laugh, eat, chat, go crazy and drink like never before!

see you all soon! ;D

timeline

031010

1100 “i’m bringing you to a job in khafji. it’s a shoot and pull should be quite quick.”

1200 lunch and learn making HARCs.

1330 prepare the job container.

1600 went to see the SDP.

1700 finalize the container.

1800 load out the container.

1900 go home.

2000 bahrain to stamp my visa.

2200 someplace i recently call home.

041010

0400 brush teeth.

0415 go to base.

0500 go to khafji

051010

0800 AD 30.

101010

hopefully the job ends then.

121010

hopefully home by now.

131010

i won’t want to miss this flight for the world.

151010

we will all be so pissed we won’t recognize each other.

161010

family day.

171010

after 5 years, we are all waiting for that day.

191010

i don’t want to talk about it.  

strong

Trying to be perfect

Trying not to let you down

Honesty is honestly

The hardest thing for me right now, yeah

While the floors underneath our feet

Are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling

I still stand here holding up the roof

conscious

you think people care about you so much?

everyone just wants to get their job done

you think they’re so free to think/judge so much about you?

so what if people say you are big/small?

doesn’t matter at all

you work for yourself

not for them

what do you think?

there there 2.0

“Your booking is confirmed.”

and that means…

*crossing fingers*