red flag.

Hi dolls.

im bored bordering on depressed. siok ni begaru sampai tutup tutup mata. haha. pakai garpu. haha how gross.

i really have nothing to say. apart from the fact that i am having instagram withdrawals. my mobile line’s not working here. and the wifi access we have at the hotel doesn’t support instagram. ive been here close to a week and aside from getting facebook notifications on my mobile (which i can’t access – such a tease kan?) ..i have been deduced to only whatsapp as a way of connecting with the outside world.

i cannot imagine having to live with the internet here. i cannot imagine life with restricted internet access. imagine getting a blocked message everytime you enter a search for something as insignificant as “Strawberry cream filled profiteroles”…how contentious can a strawberry profiterole be..mcm its like living in the y2k2 ages. haha i mean y2k. (hahaha y2k2..haha ingat YMRM? lol) only with fast internet but limited access to information.

you wouldn’t think something like this would have a huge impact on your life until you experience it first hand. i am all for freedom of the internet.

lol apparently losing instagram was enough to turn me into an activist.

3 more days.

i cannot wait to catch up with jimmy fallon on youtube.

Ni hao.

Planning a trip to see the Hassans in June. The heart really wants to go back to Melbourne, but i cannot afford the calories at the moment. So i decided on a 3-day trip to see some of my best friends in this whole wide world in KL city #havoc. It’s about time too.

Aside from ‘bumping’ in to them on my work trips every now and then (the company they work for sends them overseas frequently), i dont think ive spent any quality time with them after leaving melbourne for good …6 years ago. eh. actually. actually nya. actually so..haha (actually so tia lagi)…actually THIS (haha) i have la. what am i talking about. i did paid them a visit a few times when they were still in melbourne..lol. just not recently. haha.

ive just texted Nawa and asked her to take me to Fatty Crab. Not that i have ever been, but i know it’s the most frequented restaurant by bruneians for chicken wings and crabs…on INSTAGRAM. im a sucker for instagram updates of food. exsp the ones that roll in at around midnight. thats how i know the americans are up. lol. out of the 800 people i’m following, 400 of them are random foodies.

if only my life was ALL about food..and travelling ah? oh and family and friends. my soul would really like that.

bangun pagi jalan jalan belayar belayar makan makan..blogging blogging. skali kana bayar. skali kana bayar, org minta advert, kana bayar. org minta taruh gambar arah instagram bayar.. org suruh dtg event…bayar. org minta bayar..kana bayarkan.. atu baratah #FUNEMPLOYED #FUNEMPALOI #MEMALOI

oh loves it. maybe i shud go on a sabbatical and get it out of my system ah. haha

siok jua tu mcm hari hari hari hari angan angan… angan angan time bfast..angan angan time lunch..angan angan time dinner skali tidur…bangun..skali angan angan lagi time driving..hahaha skali kana hon..skali drive lagi sikit..skali ada traffic light merah..angan angan lagi.

wah syazwana, you are VERY LAH AMBITIOUS.

#siok

oh what a life that would be.

i think i finally know what i want to be when i grow up.. i want to be a prettier version of ranoadidas and own a chain of brownieterie/croissanterie/coffee shops in Serusop but i will settle for just ONE hehe. but first i have to learn how to make croissants. lol. and roll my french ‘Rs’ properly. so that i can teach the whole of brunei how to pronounce croissant properly.

oh. just a (french)(Rrrr)omantic idea that i have. but hey. anything’s possible.

anyway.

yeah. i think i should take that holiday. i only hesitated because of the plane ride. the thought of having to go on a plane FOR a holiday shits me. im sick of travelling for hours in ‘le kelas de kambing.’ sakit badan bah. sama its dirty. just the thought of having to take a plane home irks me now.

oh what to do. baik lagi dpt mampu masih holiday belayar. inda ja inda ja. #besyukur #alhamdulillah #semogatuhanmemurahkanrezeki #amin

bah aku booking ticket dulu. eps. ticket booking. cuti lagi balum approve. hahahahahah i didn’t really hesitated because of the plane ride..i hesitated pasal cuti balum approve. mengisi borang pun balum. hahaha

mana tia borang ani.

kiss me.

ME.

i initially wanted to share with the world what happened to me last weekend. but i decided not to. hence the one liner in the last post. shit happens. you just learn to deal with it.

it’s almost the end of march. work is piling up by the day. but i’m telling myself to take everyday in stride. whining is for losers. one should not whine too much if they want to succeed in this world. so ive decided that from now onwards, im going to do a little less whining and a little more of happiness. although, a few bursts of rants every now and then could be considered as healthy.

this is the new me. no more whining. just doing.

i have also decided to omit all unnecessary noise from my life. i realised i have enough drama to last me a life time.

i will also try to talk to god more often.

im turning 30 in less than two years.

some things have got to change.

and i will start from me.

payah jua kan kurus ani..sanang lagi bangun tidur kan keraja, on a MONDAY.

urgh. totes hating the fact that i’m back to square one. i’m always back to square one and i don’t even know what the heck a square one is. but i know that it refers to starting bloody facking all over again, all the time, all day every day, all year..all my life.

aku awal ani di china.

my first time di china. awal ani jua aku makan toble-tze. atau nama sebenar, toblerone. atau nama umum, coklet. pasal apa ia toble-tze. pasal ia di cina. tapi sebenarnya, inda, namanya masih jua TOBLERONE (of Switzerland).. tp pasalnya aku kan becali, ku cinakan lah jua, jadi toble-tze.

i am procrastinating from work. sometimes i feel like i’m back in uni again. trying to find new ways to procrastinate. after today’s meeting, i’ve slept. i’ve gone to the gym. i’ve spent a good amount of time on the youtube-less and facebook-less internet , ive had my dose of toble-tze and now i find myself with nothing else to do but to start on my long ass report on how to make the world a better place.

xoxo-tze.

ok..maybe not yet.

aku mau kurus. mcm #bclsinclair hahahaha bcl sinclair tia lagi. thats bunga cinta lestari for those who are un-acquanted with Indonesia’s celebrity scene. she’s looking so good these days, better than she did before. i honestly think, that women, like men do and can get more beautiful with age. bukan laki2 saja yang mikin tua mikin handsome. ive seen plenty of women who are hotter now than they ever did their whole lives – even after marriage and a handful of babies.

ok.

thats all.

bye.

at changi.

bored to death.

ive been here since 3pm. flight home isn’t until 9. it is now 7. ive just about stalked every single kardashian (and friends) on instagram. bought just about every food magazine i could find at the book store and i’ve said hello to goldfish.

now i am going to blog and i plan an angry changi selfie afterwards before starting on the $200 worth of books and magazines i just bought out of freaking boredom. i hate being stuck at airports for long periods of time. exsp Changi. one time, i flew out of here with a pair of $500 dollar-shades that i’ve never once worn in the sun. then again, if you have to be stuck at an airport for long periods of time, changi would be the place to be. i cannot imagine getting stuck for hours at the airport in Bandung. id probably fly home with a bag-full of keropok belinjau and dodol. well. if you think about it that way… it won’t be so bad kali hahaa exsp on your wallet.

big sigh.

im sleep deprived. thank god im going home to a Sunday at least i can sleep all day tomorrow. unless my ZZ-quil induced sleep fails me. then i would have to spend the day contemplating about my life on a Monday. i think it’s time for that 2 day weekend that i keep on talking about. #brunei. hear me out.

sleepy.

so sleeepy.

sleeeepy.

im currently at the laptop station. laptop charging. phone charging. i think i might just tidur until it’s time to board the plane.

ill see you in a couple of hours brunei.

Sapit Nutella.

time passes, people change. jangantah people, Sapit lagi krg ani warna warna usulnya. sudahtah warna warna, dalamnya ada lagi Nutella! isuk2 apa kah lagi ada dalam sapit.. sapit dalam sapit dalam sapit dalam sapit ada nutella kali! nice jua tu ah. semakin ranggup.

it has been a great month so far. so great that i’m enjoying a bag of honey-coated belinjau as i type. ive lost 2kgs since my new york trip.. but my weight is still nowhere near ideal. which made me stop and think.. that perhaps.. i am sebenarnya at my happy weight? this is my happy weight? and that i am feeling more content than i have in the last few years. i am at my happiest. yes!!! it must be happiness. could it be happiness?

u know what..it ishappiness until i put on my every day clothes.

sampit semua. kalau ku pakai baju mcm kan carik bah baju ah. skali lapas atu carik, aku jadi tarzan.

tarzan kampung serusop. skali lapas atu sambung lagi makan sapit.

hahaha.

oh sapit.

kenapa kau nyaman?

selamat tahun baru.

Seminggu sudah selamat tahun baru ani. inda lagi lama selamat tahun baru cina. ada ariatu ke tebaca di whatsapp, org atu ckp ‘selamat tahun baru hijrah’. kali orang atu selama ani tidur. pasalnya i think what she meant was selamat tahun baru ‘masehi’. its ok tu. baik jua bukan selamat tahun baru krismas.

teruskan tidur untuk negara.

in anycase, i enjoyed my new york holiday. so much, that my sis dared me to change my IG display name to NY-SITI.I will not. no thank you. but i loved it. it was dreamy. i didn’t want it to end. how i wish i could scour the streets of new york longer. my holiday was reminiscent to my days as a student in melbourne. in many ways, new york was alot like melbourne. only bigger. but instead of trams they had subways. and instead of Collins street they had Madison and 5th. there were a couple of sites that i missed like the new york state library, the museum mile, i have yet to walk across the brooklyn bridge and try a kronut. i told myself that i will come back for more.

and now here i am, from being in the center of the universe straight back to the center of a headache. vorenx. suffering from post-holiday blues. oh what i wouldn’t do for a legit cup of latte.

anyway.
anyway.
anyway,

time to diet.

kizz me.