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An advice : Don't log on to your social media on your shitty days.

When I studied at UiTM, the closest thing I came to learning about media social is that it is a multimedia platform. Never did I actually realize that we will all be spending up to 10 hours on it. If in 1997 some of us would spend from RM5 to RM30 a day at the CC to chat on MIRC or sending e-cards, nowadays we spend the same hours on many platforms. These days there's email, Facebook, Instagram and blogs. For some there are myspace, twitter and google plus. I am also on dayre, and I hope you won’t find me there any time soon.

With a new kind of platform to socialize on, new kinds of ethics and self censorship is needed. Add this to the always changing terms and condition of Facebook, wallah you always have to read the terms and conditions of your beloved social media platform.

Anyway, on Facebook some people kept sharing their dos and don'ts on media social. One particular married friend posted this today.



I regularly read her post because they show up in my timeline and I noticed that she has been posting regular stuff like when she’s baking cakes or going for work trips. From the statuses I guessed that she must be facing some unhappy things, I don't want to state my guesses but as I am forever going to be a wannabe spy, I have some guesses there.

Actually I felt like she pointed the second item on me. I keep posting stuff on work, on my ideologies and on my pregnancy (no 2). It isn't like I post everyday, just my thoughts so that friends who are in the same boat will share their thoughts too. Since I have been on social media for about 7 years now there are a lot of things which I hope people don't post on their timeline. 

I had this Facebook whom I never actually met, but I added as a friend because I bought some item from her. So she is a person who earns much more than me and can buy so many pricey items and she shows them all on Facebook. At first it feels annoying but as she is always on my timeline I decided that for the sake of sanity, I shall hide all her feeds from now on.

There is always a choice on social media. Since I can't go hermit like and deactivate my social media, I can hide all those annoying feeds and go visit them when I feel curious.

When I studied at UiTM, the closest thing I came to learning about media social is that it is a multimedia platform. Never did I actually realize that we will all be spending up to 10 hours on it. If in 1997 some of us would spend from RM5 to RM30 a day at the CC to chat on MIRC or sending e-cards, nowadays we spend the same hours on many platforms. These days there's email, Facebook, Instagram and blogs. For some there are myspace, twitter and google plus. I am also on dayre, and I hope you won’t find me there any time soon.

With a new kind of platform to socialize on, new kinds of ethics and self censorship is needed. Add this to the always changing terms and condition of Facebook, wallah you always have to read the terms and conditions of your beloved social media platform.

One particular married friend posted this today.

I regularly read her post because they show up in my timeline and I noticed that she has been posting regular stuff like when she’s baking cakes or going for work trips. And as for me I keep posting stuff on work, on my ideologies, on

I feel that our attitude about social media is mostly like this.

"My appreciation of your status depends on my mood of the day. If I am in a sad state, then I hate all your happy statuses, but if I am overly happy then not even a tsunami can flatten me."

This reminds me when friends who works as 
radio deejays tell me about callers who call them to say that they are furious because the deejays played some particular sad songs "Are you trying to tease me? I am having a bad period and you deliberately chose to play that song today to abuse my emotions right"

ps: sucks, my english is bad. I need to read the thesaurus on Friday.




Never go full retard


I grew up and forgot to retard, but now since I had my boy I am beginning to be one again. No offense to real life people with disabilities ok. But having a kids made me realize I was once a slapstick joker. 

Face Swap Apps

I installed Face Apps last year and had fun for a whole day switching faces. This one is of me and baby son.


Hahhha. Us again. We were at JPO this time.




Only my son's is unswapped. We were on our way home after attending a relative's birthday celebration.

I have since uninstalled Face Swap because with a 12 gigs space only in my hp, not much apps can be enjoyed at once. Especially if 3 of the apps are for my son's entertainment, when he gets bored with running around.






No itch scratching... for the moment. Money went to repairing the car and a printer.

I am a loser in certain aspects, like I can't cook more than singgang (have to call my mom first for the recipe each time) and fried food. When I think about my past life I am a loser in many ways too, which in my adult days don't matter much. I was never an athlete except for a few running episodes during my secondary senior years, but that was ok for me.

I got number two in a 4x400 metres relay run.
I got 3rd place in a 800 metres run.
I got 12th in the senior category for a school marathon event.

I consider these events as average because most of my schoolmates are not that athletics. Heheh, school mates don't kill me if you are reading this.

My academic qualifications aren't that awesome either, save for straight As during UPSR and 7As and 1B during PMR, the rest like SPM and my CGPA for diploma are ok ok. They got me qualified as an officer in this government agency.

But when it comes to my child. I am so damn proud of him, even if he can't talk like some talkative almost 3 year olds. He understands me and I understand him, those two elements are enough.

Like this moment as usual he points towards the store and said "Nak Di". I knew he meant kedai. So I took his hands and we went to the shop while his dad heats up the car's engine. But on the way there he fell down and his jeans were torn. He said "tait" which means sakit, and seeing him in pain I asked again. "Nak pergi kedai ke?" He nodded and said something. So we went to the shop to get his dose of bread and chocolate / vitagen.


 I started bottle feeding him at home when he was 2 y 4 months and have regretted it ever since.
Making bottles and washing them are a bitch.

Anyway I am feeling a bit annoyed because people some people kept saying that his progress in talking is slow. Someone even mentioned he should be fed magpie's meat so he'd talk faster. Oh no. His father was a slow talker too, and was fed magpie's meat, of course la cooked kan. But his father didn't talk faster after eating, still his speech development was ok in his adult world. My father was a slow talker too, didn't say anything until he was 4. But he sure talks a lot these days, and my husband too. So now I just shrug these annoyance off.

 Posing for polaroids to give his grandmas.


He is so into Ultraman for a moment there. 


 After tapauing me for a pack of cars. I tapaued his dad for a pricey plastic cup of orange juice.


But receiving them every day is not awesome. But I realize there are a lot more communications going on between me and my son. Of course I can't call and have a proper talk with him when he is away his grandma's, but at least I can convey my love to him everyday in many ways. He knows what to do and say when he wants something or don't want something. So why does he need to know his ABCs as early as tomorrow. I admit that I let him play all the time and only 3 percent of formal learning everyday but he grows so fast and knows things quickly. Which makes me damn proud.

My 2 years and 9 months old soon. Soon he will be a big brother and I think when I don't spend as much time with him like now, when I have to divide my attention on two little people, I think his progress will much faster for my eyes.

Anyway. I actually rather have him as a slow talker now because seeing my instinct says that when he knows more words he will talk non stop like a parrot. So I best take it like now. Oh yeah.


Awesome pic at the end of a day. He doesn't nap anymore. Sigh.

I want to scratch that itch, but can I?

I have a major itch to buy a sewing machine this week. I have the money but it seems like I will need to pay for something else first rather than splurge all this money on a sewing machine.

Last night I was just a click away from buying a sewing machine from LSN. They have a mahcine under RM500, but it seems like buying a slightly pricier machine from Singer would be better. Why do I greatly need to buy a sewing machine?

1. I need to learn how to sew now.
I am already 32 and I haven't inherited any of my mom's sewing skills at all. Now is the right time, before the second child comes along.

2. I am tired of hand sewing big items.
I remember hand sewing the broken elastic of a blouse. It was before I got married and it felt like a long time ago. It is time I learn how to use a machine.

3. I want to start my creative career now.
I have always been sewing things since I could thread a needle. I used to make my own dolls when I was younger, I even made a drawstring bag for my then boyfriend with KLCC on it. Oh and don't forget the teddy bear with a heavy head I made for him.

3. I just want a sewing machine.
Ok I am a craftaholic and a shopaholic. I want a sewing machine because I can't take my mom's now because they are broken at the moment. My mom has two old portable sewing machines and none are working. The solution is.... buy my own la.

That's all. Thank you.

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