Current Project Clue Numero Uno

I've been pretty occupied by one project that has been taking so much of time.
Will launch and announce it once all are in place. By in place, I mean, once I know how to fix the damn HTML code of the bloody thang! Grr! 

Till then, bai.

Slow Death

Today is the first day of work after 2 weeks of medical leave. There are 300 emails to clear up, piles of paperwork to be done and according to all the many sticky notes plastered on each document, all MUST, MUST, MUST BE SUBMITTED as soon as possible.

I need to take things slowly.

It’s 11am and I’m already running out of breath.



P/s I realized my blog has gone stale. I want to funk it up a bit. But what? Soon. I'm too busy right now with... pretty much everything! Gah!!!!

Day 25 ~ A picture of your favorite day

My third and last time to Universal Studio, Singapore.

The mister's first and I don't think will be his last to Universal Studio, Singapore.

Confession of a She-Male

Ever had one of those days where you wake up in the morning and the first thing that came out of your mouth is, “I HATE MYSELF”? 

I hate the fact that I’m not like any other normal female who knows how to cook nice delicious food for their spouse, decorate their house with an ease of an expert interior designer despite not having any experience and yet manage to make their house looks like a goddamn Trump’s hotel lobby. 

I hate that I HATE doing housework and that whenever I see a pile of laundry I need to do, I feel like throwing it in a fire and buy myself a new set of clothes but I hate shopping as much as I hate laundry and all those hatred confuses me until it become a dilemma that sucks monkey balls to the max. I think I am a man trap in a woman’s body. I want to go hiking instead of cooking. I want to travel and explore places I’ve never been to instead of scrubbing toilets. I want to drive a sport car so fast till my soul cry for mercy instead of vacuuming carpets. I want to experiment with photography and learn where I can improve myself instead of thinking how to decorate my house so it’ll look like Queen Sheba’s castle. 

I admit I envy those women who cook super delicious food till their husband crows in delight. I want that too but I’m damn clueless in the kitchen. Even my simple fried rice taste like molten lava. I’ve a friend who can make a boring looking living room into something so fantastic, I had to hold myself from clapping my hands in delight seeing her work her magic. 

Aside from that, I too seem to NOT have any female instinct/sense/ initiative to know how to make my husband happy. I say/do things that distressed and sometimes anger him. And what’s worst, I would NOT know WHAT I said/did that made him so tense. Because of my ADD, the matter will slip off my mind in a second and next thing you know; I’ll do/say the same thing again the next day. EPIC. FUCK. MY. LIFE. 

When I confided this problem with my friend, she said I used to cook nice food. 

What happen? 

Bad memories happened. Whenever I cook, fucking déjà vu of my past plagued me to death. So instead of cooking with love, bitter feelings of anguish, sadness etc seeps in instead. So now instead of cooking, I try to bake instead (I NEVER BAKE BEFORE). It works for a while until my ADD kicks in and my interest wanders away and I’m starting to look for new things to dabble my skills in. Sucks max. 

Today is I HATE MYSELF IMMENSELY DAY. You’re welcome to join me to celebrate this epic failure day. I might extend the celebration until tomorrow or eternity, whichever comes first. 

There. I think I rant enough. 

Enough to make those tongues wagging. I’m talking about those people who dislike me but still read my blog, monitoring me in case I’ll write bitchy stuff about them. Even if I don’t bitch about them, they WILL STILL BITCH ABOUT ME JUST CUZ! I don’t understand these people’s mind. They are those who are very religious, super ‘alim’ wearing their hijabs and such BUT bitch about other people, like WOW HYPOCRITE MUCH. They want people to respect them because they THINK they are better than the rest especially people like me but THEY ARE NO BETTER than my toilet seat. YOU PEOPLE ARE nasty, jealous, bitchy, FAT (yes, I'm talking to you too you FAT REPULSIVE BITCH), ugly and with common sense of a DUNG BEETLE. One word for these people: SUCKFEST. 

Don’t think I don’t know who you are. I heard you put my blog as your home page. How utterly pathetic and moronic. Suck monkey balls fuckers. Coz I'm better than you, I'm keep on blogging and Imma keep on taunting you here AND ALSO RIGHT AT YOUR FACE. So watch out, the next time I see you, I'll POINT BLANK AND ASK YOU TO SHUT THAT FUCKUP FACE OF YOURS. Count your lucky stars we see each other ONCE A YEAR. 


Day 24~ A picture of something you wish you could change

Two thangs: 

1) My skin 
2) My button mushroom nose. 


Day 23 ~ A photo of your favorite book

Gah! Too many books to choose from! I can't just pick one! That's TALKING CRAZIE HOBO! Currently, my greatest obsession is the Percy Jackson's series. Thanks to my cyber friend's Rouselle's recommendation, I am now a Percy Jackson diehard fan! Yes, yes, it's pathetic to see a 29 30 year old woman gone crazy reading children's books. Whatev. Talk to my Riptide baybee

Day 22 ~ A picture of something you wish you were better at

Oh I can sing. But I'm not good. I want to be better.

Photo courtesy of

Day 5 after surgery

I now can get up from bed without wincing too much. 

I can walk a bit faster but just around the house. 

I can sit on the floor but I still need the Mister to help me get up. 

I still can’t do anything much aside from all that even when my head is screaming to pick up the vacuum cleaner and vacuum the living room. And every time I cough or sneeze, I have to hold it in or SUFFER THE AGONY OF THE ETERNAL DAMNED. Once, I coughed so hard (I blamed the ice-cream) –the pain was beyond words. My body formed into a tight ball trying so hard not to scream MOTHERFUCKERSONOFSATAN right in front of my in-laws. 

As for showering, my lips quivers and whimpers as I’m dying to splash myself with water from head to toe. But because I have to keep my three wounds dry (Yes, I have 3 holes on my belly. If I puff my stomach a bit, milk pours out), I have to settle with wiping myself with wet clothes. ONLY. It’s a torture enough to make a sane woman stab anybody who dares to say, “Eww” or EVEN wrinkle their nose a bit. 

The mister has been a great help. He has been there for me, attending me 24/7. He cooked, he cleaned, he fed, he washed, he nursed; he was doing E-VE-RY-THANG for me. I can’t express how much I really, really appreciate and grateful I marry him. If I had married the other guy (the one I was weighing whether to choose him or the Mister to go on a date THAT fateful night –long story. I’ll blog about that one day) I know and I can guarantee I’ll be at home, alone, tending my wound myself, feeding myself, taking care of myself in every kind of ways coz he’ll be out –working or hanging out with his friends. THANK YOU GOD FOR DIRECTING ME TO THE MISTER’S PATH INSTEAD!

Just because I was about to be cut open by a surgeon, it does NOT mean I have to settle with the boring hospital attire. So I spice it up with my super delicious purple socks. Tada! Can even cheer up a dead person.

Erm, Doctor? Not that I want to be an ass but can I play Juliet? I mean, this IS an operating theater right? No? YOU GONNA DO WHAT HERE? ON ME? NO I SHALL NOT BE QUIET! WHO ARE YOU TO SHUSH ME? HELPPPPPPPP! HEEEEEeelllpppppp... Zzzz...

Thank you for the flowers & fruits!!! I'm loved! Awww!

The mister made a mini ward for me, right in the living room, facing the TV (in which I don't get to watch much coz I spend most of time in dreamland)

Time to take my medicnes.


Sik Mok Kalah (Direct Translation: Don’t Want to Lose) Me: I just love to sleep. I spend most of my weekends in bed, snoring like a wild boar. SMK: Oh I sleep a lot too! I can sleep from 9PM to 4PM the next day! Me: I’m thinking of getting myself a Marc Jacobs handbag. Kind like a birthday gift for myself. SMK: My husband asked me the other day whether I would like a Louis Vuitton’s handbag and I was like, WOW! YES! And it’s not even my birthday yet! Me: I’m so happy that my company increases my optical allowance to RM1800. SMK: That’s all? My husband’s company is giving them RM3000 for optical allowance! Me: This Cambodia trip is my husband’s birthday gift to me. We’re not sure where and when do we want to go for our honeymoon though. Maybe Beijing, China since we both always wanted to visit the Great Wall of China. SMK: For OUR honeymoon, we’re planning to go to on a Europe tour. More romantic you see. I don’t know where we’re going for MY birthday. But definitely somewhere overseas. Me: I’m hoping to get myself an iMac... (blom abis cakap terus kenak potong) SMK: Oh I’m DEFINATELY getting an iMac this year. I told my husband about it and he agrees that we MUST get ourselves an iMac. We already know where we’re going to put it. Oh I can’t wait for my iMac! iMac! iMac!

Day 21 ~A picture of something you wish you could forget

Out of the huts of history's shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that's rooted in pain 
I rise 
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise 
I rise. 

~ Maya Angelou

Out & About

Yeah I bet you notice something new here. If you’re a duck, then yes, you would not notice anything except the Twitter bird on my side bar, in which, is not a duck.

Surgery went well. Thank you to those who emailed me personally and send me DMs in Twitter expressing their good wishes. I read it all just after I woke up from my surgery. Better believe it, you! That’s how HARDCORE I AM WITH YOU GUYS! ROAR!!! (I also checked how my Smurfs were doing and managed to harvest some crops before pain killer knock me out again)

However, I was too weak to reply each and every emails/DMs/SMS. And once I got discharged, I spend my time sleeping and groaning. Having stitches is a bitch. If you have never been operated before, consider yourself extremely lucky. The agony, the pain, the boredom of lying down 24/7 really sucks monkeyballs.

In between times, I tweeted bit here and there, entertained friends and relatives who came to visit, watched a lot of TV, read books & blogs and of course, sleep.

Then today, I got tired of flattening my bum on the bed, I was suddenly inspired to redesign my blog and voila! Now, now... Say thank you. I know it’s better than before coz it’s cleaner, simpler and screams, “BALQIZ IS BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK”

So yeah, I spend 6 hours today redesigning everything from top to bottom. 6 hours. Wow. And here I am, telling you that I’ve no time to reply emails/DMs/SMS huh? What? I can’t hear you! Huh? Good job? Why, THANK YOU!

I also added another Advert at the sidebar called HEARTBEAT. Per unique click is –RM0.04. If you’re a kind, generous and warm hearted amphibian, do CLICK and if you have a blog, go and JOIN (earn some extra pocket money to buy myself some common sense)! But if you’re a heartless turtle, meh *wave tiredly*

My pain killers are kicking in.

Time to say, ciao


Day 20 ~ A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. 
Life is beauty, admire it. 
Life is a dream, realize it. 
Life is a challenge, meet it. 
Life is a duty, complete it. 
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it. 
Life is sorrow, overcome it. 
Life is a song, sing it. 
Life is a struggle, accept it. 
Life is a tragedy, confront it. 
Life is an adventure, dare it. 
Life is luck, make it. 
Life is too precious, do not destroy it. 
Life is life, fight for it.

~Mother Teresa

Day 19 ~ A picture and a letter

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Day 18 ~ A picture of your biggest insecurity

My biggest insecurity is that I am unable to achieve all of my dreams and goals before I die.

Day 17 ~ A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently

We were friends for 10 years.
Then one night, we hooked up.
We dated.
We fell in love.
We got engaged.
Then we got married.
We (pray!) live happily ever after!

RIP Cheerful Me.

I feel like crap. My mood is low. There’s no smile on my face. I’m tired of talking. I don’t want to do anything. I suddenly hate the perfume my husband always uses (which is f-up coz I bought it for him and I love the scent). I have no appetite to eat anything. I want to tell people to shove it where the suns don’t shine. I am lazy. I'm grumpy. I'm a douchebag. You're a double douchebag. I don’t feel like reading or blogging or twittering. Comics and cartoon fails to make me laugh. My mouth feels like I just swallowed heaps of sawdust. I feel hot and bothered all the time. I want to gulp gallons of cold water but I can’t coz cold drinks gives me gas. I am hungry but food repels me. I bought some clothes but I don't feel like wearing em. I woke up feeling dejected. Some part of my body is throbbing and doctors can’t explain why. I hate crowds.

Gawd, either my PMS is running a bloody rampage on my sanity
or I'm about to combust any minute now.

What do I want?!

I want to feel like good-old-me again.

Day 16 ~ A picture of someone who inspires you

A picture of someone who inspires you

She changed my life.

Thank you, Rhonda Byrne.

Angry Birds? Pfft. That's so yesterday.

Currently addicted playing Smurfs' Village.


At the time I'm posting this, I'm at level 18.
And yes, I cheated.
A lot.
Nurul's pretty pissed with me for that *guffawed*
(She's still in level 16)

Pauper Dinner

The mister and I gained 2kg each these 2 months. Huh. Yeah, marriage life is THAT good.

So we decided to cut down our carbs-infested-fatteningly-obese food to something carbs-not-so-much-fat-but-still-be-yummy-to-swallow food.

That's where we thought of what we like to call, "Pauper Dinner"

A pauper dinner is food in a small portion of carbs and fat like ceasar salad,  lean white/red meat cooked with vegetables and etc. No rice. No second helping. No midnight snacking or dessert except fruits.

It was haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!

For an eating machine like me who eat and poop for living, eating a small portion like that felt like FUCK and each and everytime after dinner, I wanted to throw myself on the kitchen floor and bawl my eyes out. Once, I almost bite off the Mister's thigh for taking a bit of my portion of food. Yes. Yes. I was THAT hungry.

A week after following the regime, it didn't feel that bad anymore. Whenever I feel like snacking, I grab an apple instead. The other night I made the Mister apple juice (THANK YOU ME FOR BUYING YOURSELF A JUICE MAKER LAST YEAR! GOOD INVESTMENT DUDE!)

But when we were invited to have dinner out with family and colleagues, our pauper dinner slowly changed to a king's dinner! That's the reason now we gained each 2kg. FOL.

So here we are again. Starting our diet regime. Again. But this time, the Mister is going to add "exercise" as part of our losing weight regime. Shat. Shat. Shat. Everyone knows I HATE exercise. But that 2kg must go! So yeah, I'll lift my gigantic butt off the sofa and gym, kick-boxing, jog, walk, walk, walk... I rather go through puberty all over again but 2kg! Ugh...

Anyway, the other night I made Potato Jacket for dinner. Unfortunaly the jacket didn't turn out well. So instead, I mashed the soft boiled potato with a bit of salt, 1 raw egg, pepper and scoop it into a plate. On top I placed pieces of cheese and microwave it for 3 minutes.


It was delicious! Take my word. Please. And yes, that's dinner. ONLY THAT. I can hear you screaming in your head right now. Unbelievable right?

Have faith. Hahaha.


Strung Out. Not the addicted-to-drugs kind of strung out. It's the kind where you're just physically weak. Without drugs. Yes. WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!

If you follow me in Twitter, probably you have read my crazy-cat-lady-rants and curses these past few weeks. I’ve been so stressed with work that I functioned like a monkey on Meth who howls 24/7.

Yesterday was one of those days that literally made me jumped off my seat and ran screaming from one office cubicle to another until everyone thought I was possessed by a Satan. Yes, Satan called Margaret (it’s an inside joke)

When the Mister picked me up from work, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “ARRRRRGHHHHHHHH!”

He nodded. He knows me too well.

“Why don’t we visit Belle’s Bookstore after dinner? I’ll buy you a book. That’ll help to cheer you up a bit” he said.

It did. It cheered me up immensely.

Instead of 1, he bought me 3 books!

My first novels this year! Yes, yes I know it’s March already and I haven’t read one book ohshutupalready.

Last night, I can feel my body relaxing as my mind drifting along the storyline of The Lady Most Likely. And how did I repay sweet husband? By ignoring him the whole evening. I was so absorbed reading. Typical me.

Me: If I’m stress again next week, what will you get me?

The Mister: Don’t count on it.

Meh. It was a good try.

Day 15~ A picture of something you want to do before you die

A picture of something you want to do before you die

I hope one day when I have the chance to travel to Dallas, I can go for this CRAZY FALL!

"We lift you to just below the top of our 16-story tower … and then simply let you go! That’s right – no bungee, no parachute, no straps. Just you, a 130-foot drop, and the safety net below"

I must be out of my mind.

Date Night

It’s been awhile since the Mister and I went on a date. What’s with the moving, the cleaning, the hauling, and the renovation, work and of course, my assignments, both of us are pretty dead busy and by the end of the day, both can be seen collapsing at our front patio –too exhausted to move further in.

See those eyebags? Those are not AIRBAGS okay!
So on Tuesday, to celebrate our 2 months anniversary together, the Mister took me on a night cruise on his bike.

When we were on the road, we noticed people were staring at us. It was weird to be gawk at. What? I think I look pretty normal in a helmet. I don’t think I look like a mushroom head much, right? Please say I look like Kim Kardashian normal.

We then decided to have our dinner at a quaint local deli which suits my preference that time: quiet, good food, and far, far away from hungry noisy maniacal Mirians in town.

The Mister ordered himself pasta and I ordered Beef Lasagna with mash potato and salad. All were heavenly delicious!

We took our sweet time savoring our dinner. We chatted easily. We laughed. We were relax and totally at ease. It's been a while since we get to really enjoy our dinner since we're always rushing around like as if we're baboons with our tails on fire.

I also found out the Mister have a folder in his phone where he stored all the photos of me that I send to him throughout our dating time. It was hilarious as hell to see myself back then. I know it was not that long (a year ago or less) but it was interesting to see how much I change.
My hairstyle, my smile, my pose, my everything.
And he kept each and every one of em. Sweet! But creepy at the same time. He said he’s my legal personal stalker. Hahaha!

Happy 2 months Anniversary, Love.

Day 14 ~A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without

A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without

Again, I cannot pick only one person. I summarized it into a group instead.

Day 13 ~ A picture of your favorite band or artist

A picture of your favorite band or artist 

~Imogen Heap~ 


This is to remind myself why I should never stoop to your level thank you very much

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself"
~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Cinnamon Bread Pudding

"In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn; color your hair; watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five. In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world; or you can just jump off it." Jodi Picoult


Despite running around like a naked headless chicken lately (busy, busy, busy 365x), I still find time to bake my husband Cinnamon Bread Pudding. It was my first try and it was delicious! The only thing I forgot to add was raisins. Meh. Still the mister finished it all up by himself in mere 2 days.

You can Google the recipe up if you want to try. It's damn easy. Too easy. Even your crippled hamster can bake it.

Day 12 ~A picture of something you love

A picture of something you love 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

1. Directory

2. Dictionary

3. Calling

4. Texting

5. WhatsApp

6. Twitter

7. Blogging

8. Reading Blogs, Fashion updates & News

9. Games

10. Google

11. GPS

12. Airasia/MAS flight details

13. Camera

14. Photo editor

15. Currency exchange calculator

16. Calculator

17. Investment tracker

18. Period tracker

19. Radio (Hitz FM & 95.8 Capital FM)

20. iPod & Shazam

21. Prayers alarm

22. Yahoo Messenger

23. Emails

24. Calendar

25. Alarm

26. Notes

27. Foursquare

28. Recipe books

29. Comic reading

30. A device I can use to pretend I’m busy and I don’t want to talk to you in the lift or in the corridor


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