burn baby burn

Note: This is probably the lamest story you’ll ever read.


I never thought this was even possible.

But I guess experience is the best teacher.

As we all know, it’s (cold) summer here in the English Land.

Sun starts rising at 2.30. By 4am, it’s as bright as 10am. At 6am, you might think it’s already noon.

Because I can’t sleep on a full stomach after sahur, I will stay up until 8am (or even 10am these days*gasp!*) before turning in for the day.

Before sleeping, my blind curtain are drawn. UV rays are everyone’s best enemy.

After a refreshing 9 hour sleep (ugly people needs more time >.<), I wake up, stretch, pull the curtains to welcome the pre-evening sunshine and start making faces to warm my facial muscle for iftar in few hours.

Y’know, eating is exercise.

As I was yawning, my face felt painful. Like it was being stretched.

I was sleeping at home by the way. Not in a plastic surgery clinic.

Went to the mirror and realised that this girl with red face dropped by to stay for a few days. Read: I got sunburned while sleeping!

What was my blind curtain doing!!? Ishh… >.<“

I fall under the category of special people by the way. I don’t get dark(er) after getting sunburned. My skin will turn crab red, be flaky with the peels before turning one shade lighter than I was before.

dvEmbracing the redness.

Gonna look like a mess for the next few days with flaky skin peels. Bahahahaha.

Time check: 8.01 am.

I’ve geared up with my sunblock. My pillows and friends are in position.

I’m ready for my beauty sleep, goodnight!

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Sampan

 

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Everytime I look at this picture, I feel the need to crop the lower part cause I feel that the size of my feet is just sooooo distracting, not to mention disproportionate!

A good friend used to tease and say, ‘Kaki macam sampan seh’ (The size of your feet is like a boat – read: big feet.) whenever I can’t buy shoes cause they’ve ran out of my size.

Sampan feet also sampan la. As long as I don’t have two left feet yes?

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Location: LV Foundation Museum, Paris

Architect: Frank Gehry

Itchy Fingers

*rubs minyak kapak (ointment) on stiff shoulder*

A month ago, my stiff shoulder was so bad that my tension headache got worse because of it. At that point in time, I was just working from home. Going to uni was only once or twice in the next month or so. I coaxed myself not to go for a massage and in return, I shall go for a proper 3hr spa/massage session in Jakarta or KL during summer break. But alas…… I couldn’t tank it since it’s more than 5 months away and I was just living in so much pain *drama*.

I quickly booked an appointment at the spa near my place for the strongest massage they have – deep tissue massage. Because the pain has been there for a long time, it has “hardened” and has pushed itself deeper in the skin(?) OMG. I don’t know how to say this right. If you have body issues that requires regular massage, you’ll know what I mean. Heh. My masseuse used her elbow to un-knot the stiff rock in my shoulder but no matter how much pressure she applied, I still left the spa with a strained back. *shrugs*

 Anywho! I don’t know about you but I have this habit curiosity of spa/facial rooms. My hands will naturally pick one or two product and I’ll wonder where that product is manufactured from or when is the expiry date of the lotion and stuff. Lame. I know.

This time, I saw a small pot. Almost like a rice cooker.

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I opened it. *grins*

A warm steam of air gushed past my face. As my massage slot was towards the closing time of the spa, I was wondering why is the pot not switched off. I know right. So many things to think about in life and that was my concern. >.<

Inside the “rice cooker” was a green goo. Naturally, my fingers got itchy and I put my index finger in. The hotness of the goo caught me off guard and I quickly pull my finger off. It was soooo. sooo. sooo sticky. The first thought that came in the mind was, “WHAT IS THIS KIND OF LIQUID DOING IN A SPA!!??”

Scenes of criminal tv series starts flashing in my mind. You know… those kind where the bad guy has funny stuff and try to hurt you with it. Or those kind of Marvel movies where you turn into a superhero cause of touching or getting prick by things. (Note to self: Go out and socialise more.)

The goo has a consistency of UHU liquid glue. Everytime a blob of liquid glue spills between my fingers, I would just rub them between my fingers and they’ll start to clump together and then fall off. Thinking this funny liquid might be the same as the glue, I rub my fingers together but it only made matter worse!

My thumb, index and middle fingers were stuck together! Forcefully, I quickly separate them. I rushed to the sink to wash the residue off but it wouldn’t get off my fingers! I looked around and saw a facial wash. Pumped a few times and was hoping it’ll work. It doesn’t.

At this point, I started questioning – what on earth is that liquid??? What is it used for!? Seeing the strips of paper by the side, my best bet is it’s was for arm waxing and stuff. *HOMAIGAWDD*

At this point, I was pretty much panicking as 1) The time I’ve been alone in the room has been longer than how long it takes to get dressed. 2) I was afraid the staff might just knock or come in and catch me in a clumsy situation. 3) That damn thing just wouldn’t get off!!

To make matters worse, when I tried wiping it off with a tissue, the tissue caught on the residue on my fingers making them look stranger than it already was. Again, I looked around for anything that I can wash my hands with. At that point, I think if I saw a bottle of bleach or thinner, I wouldn’t mind washing my hands with them cause I was just sooooo desperate. But alas, all I saw was facial scrub. Well, beggars can’t be choosers can they?

I gave myself an ultimatum: If this time it really doesn’t go off, just get dressed and walk off as normal as possible.

So, I squeezed a generous amount and TRY to wash the stubborn thing on my finger off. Good thing is…. the tissue went off. Downside…the residue was still there.

*cries*

Wipes the finger on the underside of the towel used to cover the massage bed.

Gets dressed with sticky finger.

As I was wrapping my shawl, a few times the fabric would get caught up with the sticky fingers.

My gawddd…. that is one helluva liquid. I think I can use that to replace my UHU’s.

I apologised to the masseuse for taking a long time. I was ready to tell a white lie and say, “Yeah, I’m having a bad hijab day,” if any of the staff questioned me. Thank God none of them asked anything. *YESSS!!!* Quickly made the payment and left.

But, as I left the spa heading home, I realised that I needed a few things from the big Tesco.

That evening, I walked around city centre rubbing the sticky fingers together more rigorously hoping that they’d fall off by the time I get home.

Even as I reached home, the residue was still there.

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There were more on the hind side but I shan’t bore you with these imagery. Heh


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Quickly snapped this with the phone before leaving. Underneath one of those towel, I’ve left a mark of the stubborn residue! *evil smile*.

Lesson learned: Next time…. DON’T BE NOSY!

But oh wells, that was a month ish ago. Now the pain is back and I have no intention to pop by the spa anytime soon.

So tonight!

Let’s give it up to the brand trusted by generations.

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From our grandmothers time

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The one and only….

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Minyak Kapak. (Ointment).

Domestic Goddess

This is what you do at 2am when you’re not working/schooling.

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You have no idea how much these potatoes means to me.

My helper told me that there are potatoes at home. So I assume they were where they were suppose to be.

So I searched high and low for them and poof! No potatoes. I reeeefuse to substitute them for fries. Tryna keep my hands of ‘fast food’.

My effort paid off when I found these two in a basket. AT THE STORAGE ROOM.

A for effort. Pfft.. Flips apron

Then! I found a packet of prata (so much for healthy eating) and made them into burritos.

Finding any method to roll and eat them without any mess and remembered a video I’ve watched countless times. How handy. Thank you brain!

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The proper outcome should’ve been like this but….

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My greens were a little out of reach.

What happened to my potatoes you may ask?

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Hello Broccoli!

Rest

Assalamualaikum all…

May you read this in the best of your health and iman.

Remember my post on getting shot? Well, few days after getting back my blood test result, I was unwell and had a field trip to the doctor’s – again – boy was that fun! Killing two birds with one stone, I seek consultation on my result as some of the results was not on the good side.

TO MY HORROR… I had to take another blood test. OMG… Even leeches irk at the sight of me, shouldn’t needles be the same?!

One word came to my mind, ‘Mommy…’

Sighhh… But well, this girl had to man up (heh).

So the doctor took out the syringe and test tube which makes me wanted to bolt out on the spot. The needle… mak aiii…takde lagi panjang ka?? The sight makes me nauseous all over again.

Having family members who are working in the medical department, one famous phrase is, ‘Don’t let the doctor poke you. It’ll hurt. Get the nurse’

To remember that line when you are in the room ALONE with a doctor, in a clinic and not a hospital IS NO JOKE.

She took quite sometime finding my vein, Hey! I ain’t judging her skills but the lady that took my blood during the health check-up did it like a pro and didn’t hurt one bit. Note to self: Next time (Hah!) when I see her, I’ll take her number.

My doctor? Well, I had a good bruising for 1 week. Can’t even complaint to my aunt who’s a nurse cause she was all the way in Lebanon. -_____-”

Left the clinic few hundreds poorer, lesser ml of blood, more medicine, 2 days of Medical leave and a heavy heart not knowing what is wrong with my blood, I skipped home to the comfort of my boyfriends bears and bibik’s porridge.

As a bookworm, I naturally picked up the novel I was reading and happily forgot to take my medicine. Only realised it when the next medication time approached.

I’m used to being able to withstand drowsy pill. Chlorpheniramine? Ibuprofen? Cough Syrup? Not a problem. I can even Go-Kart my way around Singapore without damaging anything.

Now? Goshhhh… Not only do I feel drowsy, I feel numb too. Bed is my bestfriend.

But old habits die hard right? I fight my drowsiness and numbness and finish these book!

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Bahahaha… I usually take 3 working days (cheh) to finish a book this thick. But this, I took less than 24 hours! I really hope my doctor don’t stumble upon my blog. She’ll probably give me s good dose of morphine to hibernate.

That was just the first day! Long story short, I finished these books from Sunday evening to Tuesday night.

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#LIKEABOSS

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:::Update:::

Got called back to the clinic a week later and look! I’m on Happy Pill for 3 months!

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Don’t they make you smile? #sarcasm