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27th May 2017 , Saturday ; First day of puasa and I was very lazy to wake up and get ready early. Therefore I voluntereed to stay at the hotel to do revisions instead of going out with the fam for shopping, which for them it was considered better than hearing me rant about getting bored all the way through. So yea there I was the whole day, stuck at the table forcing myself to finish up at least one paper of Addmaths past-years.    ^ Altho it was sickening , it was better than being in the car/walking everywhere.   Still, little did i know, I GOT REALLY REALLY BORED and wanna know what happened ?  Make-up happened !!!  Right when Hani stepped into the room , I srsly tk thu what was in me but i shouted randomly "NAK MAIN NGN UR MAKE UP" and she surprisingly friggin gave permission :'))))) thats when the make-up tutorial started . One after another.... and when i reached the eyelashes curling —    TEARS !! Only girls know how thi...

 #GrowingUp i was not really girly but not really boyish. i was so-so. me & my sister, we wear matchy outfits all the time as kids & the concept was ;   "its always the same but not really the same. i never put you really2 the same. " -  ibu         but at one point, when we started to have our own style, hers wasn't portraying much of me(lol) nama lagi hers dih pfft.  haha so yea we kept matching the colours of our clothes according to our own style but mine were vvery simple. my clothes were rather very sporty, stuffs from the boys section or most of the time blue. makes some wonder wether im a tomboy bcs compared to hani, i was very boyish back then.  ibu wanted to make sure i looked like her baby girl who she plays dress up (and still dresses me up every now and then) so she sometimes keeps on buying pink/purple stuffs for me- lagi2 sport gears, if you've seen me at the swimming pool you'd kn...

Assalamualaikum & Greetings,  It's currently 0158 Midnight on 31st Jan 2017 ; & here I am attempting to write a blog of my low-key messy life ;  _ tbh i really wanted it to be updated as bad as most of you guys reading this, but somehow, everytime i try to type, its like i'm thrown into a pitch black hole and theres not even a slight sign of light to answering the echoing cries i've rained my cheeks with. Yes, I cried every time over confusion to the extend of just ending up staring to my creamy white ceiling and catching all the breath i missed trying to control my sobbing. After awhile, I do not dare to even check my blog. but upon a few request on updating my blog, i shall & i will try to be as positive as i used to be while writing. 0219 : Having to live in this society, I had to double my personality. Shamelessly has numerous accounts for different versions of me. All truths, no lies. Not even a tinge of desire to lie about myself but it became som...