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Someone please stop me!

I hate it when my hair is half long not short. It’s at the point where it has past the short border, but not long enough to be categorized as long. My hair is at it’s ugliest at this length. Grrrrrrr.

Middle parting wtf.

Stop me pleaseeeee. I promised myself no hair cut after 3 months of abstinence in India. T_T But I freaking did it again.

Poor bf waited for me in the salon to get this done and egged me on for a short style. Where got guy like short hair girl wan?! My bf is weird. -_- But then again, he’s the best <3 <3 <3, tarak merajuk for waiting so long. Sigh guys are so pity sometimes.

Oh ya, the internets lead me to Hair Kunst at The Curve, Damansara. I’m too poor and not adventurous enough to go around and experiment on my own. LOL.

With an overwhelming amount of salons and tons of people all too eager to milk your money, I really hate visiting so-called hai crass salons. They’re usually the most pushy. But yet, cheap salons have aunties that have a set of skills worthy of the sixties. It’s 2009 yo.

I love the hair color Imran, the color technician, gave me. I never thought non-vibrant colours made an impact on your looks but I’ve changed my mind. And walah, another bob. It looks like my previous hair cut, but if you see it live, there are bits and pieces of detail that makes the thing special and lively. I’m a bit paiseh to Mr Faris who tended to me, I was telling him my Indian story and talked about how slumdogs didn’t have money to eat. Ah damn forgot it’s Ramadhan. Sorry dude. T_T

I approve! Since it’s the internets contribution, it’s my turn to contribute back lol.

Hairkunst, The Curve, Damansara,
Lot 226, 2nd Floor
6, Jalan PJU7/3, Mutiara Damansara
47800 Petaling Jaya, Malaysia.
Tel: 03-77105585

Kthx good night!

Since young, I have been struggling not only with acne but also a persistent nose condition. Say hello to sinusitis. I believe 8/10 of you reading this blog *might* be a fellow sufferer.

First thing you should do when you wake up is to breathe in fresh air. That’s so idealistic dude. The first thing I feel every morning is the reluctance of waking up AND the familiar morning nose itch and drip. It’s unbearable and ruins your daily routine, especially when you’re in the middle of socializing, giving presentations, in fact, doing practically everything; to have sneezes and agonizing itches drive you crazy in the midst of important business. Are you guys familiar with juggling tasks while holding on to a piece of tissue to control the unbearable drip accompanied with an itch? I’m one of them. It’s disgusting, I know, but I can’t help it. :(

So before I went to India, I stocked up my supply of Nasonex (nasal spray) and anti-histamines, in preparation of the losing battle I need to fight.

I thought the culprit for my condition was my extreme sensitivity to anything dusty.

I was soooooo damn wrong. My trip to India debunked EVERY SINGLE speculation I have as to what contributed to my sinus issues.

• First, India is 101x more dusty than Malaysia. And the air condition is pure shit (pun) there, what with the cow dung and all. My air-cond vents are so stuffed with dust, you need to scrub them vigorously to get them off the filters.
• Second, India’s roads are not as well-paved as Malaysia. Which means their cars are usually parked on sandy pavements and you’ll be attacked by sand everytime you walk or when a car drives by.
• Third, India is REALLY dusty. Read point 1.
• Fourth, India is not exactly the most hygienic place. Trash is everywhere and there are all sorts of weird fumes coming out from unknown objects abandoned by litter bugs.
• Fifth, India is simply very crowded. Even though the country is second largest next to China, the amount of people there is overwhelming. And a LOT of them have cars, and the traffic there is legendary! Imagine the amount of exhaust fumes… And count in the cows too, there are an abundence of them, they fart and burp, it’s CO2, you know. Air in India is terrible. The stench and quality alike.

All the five points above were my worst fears. I felt that I was condemning myself to hell when I decided to go to India.

I was WRONG.

My nose was perfectly fine in India. Not one single drip nor a single sneeze. No itch too. I’ve tried to defy this condition for many years, but I’ve finally accomplished the impossible, unexpectedly. I won the battle over sinusitis. By traveling to India.

*Gasp*

Weird hor? My parents used to be fiercely protective by keeping me away from all forms of dust. Which loosely translates to donating my plush toys to charity and wrapping them up in plastic. Or not allowing me near the area when there’s cleaning of dust involved. T_T

Vain efforts, I tell you.

It’s incorrect to conclude that sinusitis is caused by dust and dirty air. I totally debunked that! Or to rephrase, maybe it’s the different characteristics of dust between the two countries. Or maybe even flower pollen! Plenty of greens at my area but not in India. And nope, it’s not humidity either, India is so humid right now, my house doors have expanded to the extent that they can’t be closed properly. Geng leh?

So, if you have been ravaged by the terrible symptoms of sinusitis, buy a plane ticket to India. Guarantee not a single itch, sneeze or drip when you’re there. Guarantee over my, erm, strand of hair. Not worth an arm. XD

Who needs Mythbusters when you can have the Chaborkia? :D

Goodbye India.

It has been a pleasant shopping experience. All the above are less than RM10 omg wtf.

I can rant endlessly about the atrocities of this country; how the most favourable delicacy in the whole of Gujarat state made me shit bricks; how the persistent honking culture of the Indian traffic left me with mild ringing ears; how my heart’s capacity is pushed to it’s limits when I’m riding an auto-rickshaw; how my nasal glands withstand the stench true to India…

And I’ll never forget the peculiar hospitality of the people here. Some are so friendly they just drench your heart with honey; while some leave you baffled at their behaviour, standing in front of you to gawk on and on and on. In the literal sense! And rudely, mind you.

… But I really need to admit, India has a beautiful charm that can be found nowhere else in the planet. Read: where lah in the world to find old crumbling buildings with spectacular architecture, only to have it left to rot by lazy (corrupt!!!) modern civilization who refuses to lift a finger to restore it’s magnificence? And where lah you can find so many cows and goats that smile benignly at you?

Do consider coming here for a great eye-opening experience…

Just be sure to buy travel insurance.

Wish me safe flight! =)

It’s no secret that I am the world’s biggest hygiene freak. For starters, let me share with you some of my antics at home.

• When I reach home after a day out, the first thing I do before anything else is to wash my hands and feet. Yes feet too. You have no idea the luxurious feeling of having squeaky clean floors that don’t have muck stuck on them.
• I never throw my bags or items such as wallets on my bed. Never. Well except for my phone because I’ve been busy SMSing someone for years. *wink wink* Why? Sometimes you’re left with no choice but to place your bag on the floor or the carpet of your car. Okay I wouldn’t mind that, but no way am I introducing germs into my BED.
• Don’t even get me started when you’re forced to place your handbags on the sink when you’re at a public toilet. Ever seen bloody disgusting dudes sneezing or hacking their life’s worth of scum in a public toilet? It’s bad enough WITHOUT the threat of H1N1. I have no idea why people never pondered about this.
• I change to fresh clothing when I come back home before I sit on my couch or my bed. After sharing public facilities such as seats (often stained) with unknown people, I really don’t wanna transmit any unnecessary particles to my household items, thank you very much.
• I absolutely despise it when people sit on my bed after a long day out. Or dump their bags on my nest. I won’t be anal to visitors to my house lah of course. I’m a good host. :D
• Once, I visited a skin specialist who was also a sex specialist (talk about the sexpert! XD), my bf was being reluctant to sit on the couch. It was a sex specialist clinic and most probably the patients are struck with herpes or some scary STD. He couldn’t imagine how many patients with rotting crotches sat on the couch before.
• That’s when I pounced on his point and told him: ‘Okay, so you picture this: If our herpes patient went to Pavilion, sat on the nice clean-looking sofa, and you’re the next guy who sat on that sofa, how leh? That’s why NEVER sleep on my bed after you’ve come back from outside! And always, always wash your hands and change your clothes!’ And he kept quiet. XD

Some people may be saying that I’m way overboard with this whole ordeal, but living through the H1N1 pandemic, do you see my rationale as to why hygiene must be practiced as a lifestyle habit, not due to fear only when a pandemic strikes?

In fact, H1N1 is spreading like wildfire, and one of the reasons being - a lot of people simply do not practice the fundamentals of keeping themselves and their household clean!

Do you really need H1N1 to teach you how to maintain your cleanliness? Just because other diseases are not as contagious as H1N1, it doesn’t mean that they don’t exist.

Keep clean, and be safe!

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Reasons why I’m so worked up about this whole H1N1 thing:

• It ruined Project Akonana. Akonana was supposed to come to India but not anymore no thanks to this shitty virus. Screw H1N1.
• Bf imposed a 3 day home-quarantine for me when I come back. Okay fine, which means no kissing when I finally get to freaking see him in 3 months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lose-lose situation. Screw H1N1.
• On the same day I land, there’s a party going on! Out of respect of the house owner, I’m not going. I have not been involved in any form of social activities since I freaking came to India. Except for the McDonald’s guy who is friendly with me. XD And now got a party on the same day I land and I can’t go out of caution as well as courtesy. FML. Screw H1N1.
• I want to go for a facial before I see anyone in KL and I *might* need to do it 7 days later, depending whether the salon permits me to go or not. Need to be nice and ask whether they mind mah, right? Screw H1N1.
• Certain cities in India have no finances to buy any thermal equipment and if you’re saying that KLIA scanning is abysmal, wait till you check out India. When I first landed in India, I was given a form to fill about my health condition, and nobody took it from me. People who’ve visited high-risk zones were never tracked down and now they’re panicking? Screw yourself, you idiots. It’s your fault that your people are dying. Eat more lah eat more! Corrupt sial. Screw H1N1.
• My dad will be escorting me to the international airport. Never mind if I kena Jackpot or Toto, but my dad, I don’t want anything happen to him during our trip together. I’ll be worried sick. Screw H1N1.

Perhaps it’s time to set up a website similar to FML, but instead of ending the posts with FML, you end it with Screw H1N1.

Hahahaha bye.

This was supposed to be a post about some funny picture that I took in the tourist spot that I went to but I’m so muddled up, the edited pictures turn out like shit. And see? My sentence so long, I forgot how to use a comma. I know that your bodily fluids exit you when you suffer from diarrhea, I didn’t expect my fun writing streak to be flushed down the loo as well.

No inspiration. Grrrr. Can I defragment myself so that I can fully utilize disk space in my head?

Wtf.