Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.
Maaf Zahir & Batin
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Breaking News
Aqilah Zaiyanie, the girl with the curly brown hair with laid back attitude, is addicted to blogshops.
And I'm not even the type of girl who likes to shop. No, I don't. I actually think its quite troublesome, needing to try, compare, look for the best bargain. I leave that part to my mother and sister. I believe my mother appreciates that as she's a shopaholic who constantly trying to find a reason to buy things. Plus, not shopping give me quite a perk, as that means I have more money to spend on food (or other things I like, but mostly on food). Not forgetting since my mother obviously has more money than I do, she can afford to get me stuff that I can't buy for myself even if I save all my allowance for a year.
But lately, I couldn't stop myself from checking out blogshops everytime I'm online. It's the 3rd thing I open in my browser, after Facebook and Twitter. At first, it was just a harmless blogs window-shopping. Checking out the interesting items available online. Trying to understand why Alia & Kim love them so much. Wait, I think it's Alia who introduced to Kim, then Kim couldn't help herself but to keep showing them to me. (Just like the K-pop videos. My Facebook wall is spammed by Kim with all those craps, eventho she clearly knows that I don't like K-Pop).
And then I retrieved my password for my online banking. I set it up just to check my bank account statement and for easy billing purposes. It serves it purpose and more. Truly is easy banking service. Somehow, the numbers in my account decreasing everyday. (Okay, I know how. I kept transferring the money to the blogshops owners to pay for the items that I want.)
It may be a good thing, as now I learn to shop for myself. (I know how to shop, I just think it's more beneficiary to let my mother do it) But I can't control myself. And THAT, is BAD.
Fortunately, it's August. I'm allowed to splurge a little more on myself this month.
But I still won't tell the whole truth to my parents about where did all my money actually go.
And I'm not even the type of girl who likes to shop. No, I don't. I actually think its quite troublesome, needing to try, compare, look for the best bargain. I leave that part to my mother and sister. I believe my mother appreciates that as she's a shopaholic who constantly trying to find a reason to buy things. Plus, not shopping give me quite a perk, as that means I have more money to spend on food (or other things I like, but mostly on food). Not forgetting since my mother obviously has more money than I do, she can afford to get me stuff that I can't buy for myself even if I save all my allowance for a year.
But lately, I couldn't stop myself from checking out blogshops everytime I'm online. It's the 3rd thing I open in my browser, after Facebook and Twitter. At first, it was just a harmless blogs window-shopping. Checking out the interesting items available online. Trying to understand why Alia & Kim love them so much. Wait, I think it's Alia who introduced to Kim, then Kim couldn't help herself but to keep showing them to me. (Just like the K-pop videos. My Facebook wall is spammed by Kim with all those craps, eventho she clearly knows that I don't like K-Pop).
And then I retrieved my password for my online banking. I set it up just to check my bank account statement and for easy billing purposes. It serves it purpose and more. Truly is easy banking service. Somehow, the numbers in my account decreasing everyday. (Okay, I know how. I kept transferring the money to the blogshops owners to pay for the items that I want.)
It may be a good thing, as now I learn to shop for myself. (I know how to shop, I just think it's more beneficiary to let my mother do it) But I can't control myself. And THAT, is BAD.
Fortunately, it's August. I'm allowed to splurge a little more on myself this month.
But I still won't tell the whole truth to my parents about where did all my money actually go.
Parents & Facebook
Both my parents have Facebook accounts. My dad set his account himself, my mother forced me to create one for her.
Now, the question is, how good are they around the internet? Do they google their children's name to keep up with them? (If my parents do, they'll know about this blog. Which is not a good thing.)
Previous post, I talked about how irritating it is to update your blog. I didn't go in dept about privacy.
The point is, I don't think I like the idea of my mom being my blog follower. I don't tell her everything. Just the basic necessities. We are close, but there are still room for secrets. A big one. We, my siblings and I, are not those type of children who share everything with their parents. I'd like to describe our relationship are the perfectly functional and independent dysfunctional relationship. We share when we have to, we asks when we need to. I'm the only one of us four who's friend with one of the parents on Facebook. And you bet I reset my privacy setting especially for that. So basically, she is in my friend list, but she can't go through my profile.
Thankfully, I'm not the overshare type. So, if they do google my name and found this blog, its ok. (Hi Baba! Hi Mama!)
Now, the question is, how good are they around the internet? Do they google their children's name to keep up with them? (If my parents do, they'll know about this blog. Which is not a good thing.)
Previous post, I talked about how irritating it is to update your blog. I didn't go in dept about privacy.
The point is, I don't think I like the idea of my mom being my blog follower. I don't tell her everything. Just the basic necessities. We are close, but there are still room for secrets. A big one. We, my siblings and I, are not those type of children who share everything with their parents. I'd like to describe our relationship are the perfectly functional and independent dysfunctional relationship. We share when we have to, we asks when we need to. I'm the only one of us four who's friend with one of the parents on Facebook. And you bet I reset my privacy setting especially for that. So basically, she is in my friend list, but she can't go through my profile.
Thankfully, I'm not the overshare type. So, if they do google my name and found this blog, its ok. (Hi Baba! Hi Mama!)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Arau Open
Arau Open Public Speaking and Debating Championship 2010
20-24 May 2010
UiTM Arau, Perlis
My first experience of public humiliation. Enough said.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Battle of the Drums
UiTM Open Percussion Tournament
11 - 13 May 2010
UiTM Machang, Kelantan
What can I say about this trip? A short and energy draining trip, but it is also one hell of a crazy fun experience.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Rockstar
I study like a rockstar. And I'm not sure if I want to get a rockstar result for my finals. Because I'm not sure if rockstars get good results or not.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
29 April 2010
I shall remember this day forever. All thanks to Kimberly.
She spammed my Facebook wall with her proclaimation of undying love for me
I denied her, because she freaks me out.
Not wanting to let anyone else have me, she almost got us involved in a car crash.
Maybe she misunderstood me. When we chatted last night, I told her I was feeling low and depressed. I wanted to do something thrilling.
Adds up with my rejection, maybe she thought I was suicidal and a near-death experience was the thing that I needed to get my adrenaline pumping and my spirits up.
I shouldn't have took up on her offer to drive home from the campus. Especially when she's this emotionally unstable.
Luckily, I screamed "break!" just in time before we hit the rear of the Kenari. She could have slowed down when the Kenari drove into our lane at the roundabout. But no. She have to wait for me to almost get a heart attack.
Of course, right after the incident, I updated my Facebook status and Twitter. Not a very wise decision. I know. It's an addiction.
It's Kimberly's addiction too. She checked her Facebook, when we're at the beach to cool down from the shock. And instead of going, "I'm sorry! I didn't meant to do that!" she said "You shouldn't use 'crash into' in your status. It's like (blablabla)".
YES. She's commenting on my grammar mistakes.
And she calls me 'The Heartless One'.
She spammed my Facebook wall with her proclaimation of undying love for me
Not wanting to let anyone else have me, she almost got us involved in a car crash.
Maybe she misunderstood me. When we chatted last night, I told her I was feeling low and depressed. I wanted to do something thrilling.
Adds up with my rejection, maybe she thought I was suicidal and a near-death experience was the thing that I needed to get my adrenaline pumping and my spirits up.
I shouldn't have took up on her offer to drive home from the campus. Especially when she's this emotionally unstable.
Luckily, I screamed "break!" just in time before we hit the rear of the Kenari. She could have slowed down when the Kenari drove into our lane at the roundabout. But no. She have to wait for me to almost get a heart attack.
Of course, right after the incident, I updated my Facebook status and Twitter. Not a very wise decision. I know. It's an addiction.
It's Kimberly's addiction too. She checked her Facebook, when we're at the beach to cool down from the shock. And instead of going, "I'm sorry! I didn't meant to do that!" she said "You shouldn't use 'crash into' in your status. It's like (blablabla)".
YES. She's commenting on my grammar mistakes.
And she calls me 'The Heartless One'.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Wall Spam
On Facebook.
No, not my wall.
Kimberly Jacqueline's!
Who are the culprits?
Aqilah Zaiyanie and Alia Bee!
When?
Midnight. April 27, 2010.
Using what?
Lyrics for Mizz Nina's latest single featuring Colby O'Donis - What You Waiting.
Why?
Out of sheer boredoom. We're supposed to do some revision for our CTU 263 paper, which is the next morning. But we got slightly distracted. (Okay, understatement of the day.)
Result.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
TL:DNR
Too Long : Did Not Read
Yes, yes. I am aware that my posts are long and somewhat painful to go through.
But, I can't help it.
Yes, yes. I am aware that my posts are long and somewhat painful to go through.
But, I can't help it.
Monday, April 5, 2010
I Don't Get It
How very efficient. May I know who's the brain behind this excellent, excellent system?
If Only You Can Read Minds
Then you'd know. That I rarely truthfully say whats on my mind. Nor do I do what I really want. I don't think you'd understand if you do anyway.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Judiciary Reality in Malaysia
A friend tagged me in Facebook through her notes. This is a true story happened to her friend. I feel the need to share this with my readers, and its up to all of you on how you see it.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
He's No Tiger, He's a Cheetah
Drink Tiger Beer; Eat Tiger Biscuit; Live like Tiger Woods. Oh, wait. Is it "Don't Live like Tiger Woods"?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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