I don't sell my stuff...

Yeah I have lost my creativity to think of a better non give-away blog title. So let's just jump straight into the topic today. I don't sell my stuff.

Obviously I am a shopaholic. I LOVE buying stuff. I just love spending money. An unhealthy habit, I have to admit but it's what makes me happy. At least for a while before I start to realize I'm broke. Then salary arrives and lather, rinse, repeat. You know what I mean. Selling stuff? That, I suck at.

What inspired me to write about this is the many, many posts in facebook and instagram of my friends selling their pre-loved things. (Pre-loved is a newborn internet word which means used, or second-hand). From clothes to gadgets to accessories and randoms, they seem to have high confidence in selling them to friends online. Sometimes strangers too. Very business minded, these people are. I however, am strongly attached to material. And here's why.

Everything I have has a backstory. For example, a friend once asked to buy my Macbook for a fair price since I already have a new laptop, the Alienware. It didn't take me a split second to refuse the offer. Sure, I didn't need two laptops but I couldn't bare the thought of departing with the Mac. Why? Because it was a birthday gift from my parents. Selling it would be losing a sentiment.

That's just ONE backstory. Then there's my iphone 5S which I obviously didn't need. But I couldn't sell it because it was a replacement for my iphone 4s when I lost it in AEON while shopping with my parents. Immediately that day I bought the 5S, my dad paying half of it because it was indeed a sad day. Before that I couldn't sell my blackberry because it was a phone I bought for myself after sturuggling through my first job which sucked. So now I have a box full of old phones I could have sold for cash, but didn't.

The same thing goes with clothes. Every designer dress I bought was for an occasion or event. So the dresses i own  come with memories. With that sort off attachment, I couldn't find the heart to sell any of it, although most of them don't fit me anymore. (Someday I'll crazy-diet to fit myself into them...someday...)

So I end up a hoarder. I have tons of crap under my bed that mean stuff to me but nothing to everyone else. So when people ask me why I don't sell my stuff, and that I could make a fortune from them, it's cause I am attached to the memories of how I bought them.

But who knows? Someday I might change my mind. I did sell a gold ring that an ex gave to me years ago. I guess some things are fine to let go. We'll see.

My answer to your question

I don't usually share my blog posts but i might be sharing this one for the people around me to read (if they want). I also don't vent a lot but this time, I hope what I write here will make a difference. Not to the world, but to my life. 

It's not easy being 30+ and single, especially in a country like this. Everyone has the same expectations for everyone. Get married, settle down, get children, buy a house. These expectations set up a typical mindset that when a person doesn't seem to reach that level, at a certain age in their lives, they are viewed as failures. Hence, comes the sympathy. 

I am a girl with so many stories in my life. I have been through many, many relationships that failed, sometimes for idiotic reasons, sometimes for the greater good. I've had my share of heartbreaks, and breaking hearts too. Some decisions were with regrets, some that build character. I have had hopes and expectations broken, over and over again. I could definitely break Taylor Swift's record of hit songs if I knew how to write any... 

Being in my 20s and in and out of relationships was easy. I was young, I had choices, and I had time. Nobody asked me when I was going to get married. Everyone gave me my space. I was in fact  terrified of marriage. Sometimes I would dream about being married and wake up crying buckets as I was never ready for those kind of commitments. But then again, I was in my 20s. I thought I had all the time in the world. I spent it all on gaming, long distance relationships and a dream I would marry a latin foreigner (who looks like Cristiano Ronaldo) and live in the US. 

But soon life hit the Fast Forward button. The next thing I knew, I was 30 and still single. My friends were all married with children already attending schools. Everyone started to get worried about me. The questions started to pour in. "So when is it?", "When's the special day?", "So is there anyone special?", "Bila lagi?", "Bila nak makan nasi minyak ni?", "Jangan lambat-lambat..." 

The first few times I was asked those questions, I was okay with it. Soon, it started to annoy me. I had to refrain myself from firing a rude defense. (Most who asked were older people so being a goody Malay I had to "respect" them...) What I learned is you cannot control what people ask you. Sometimes the same person would ask me the same question every time they see me. Sometimes within the same week. Some would be over-supportive... "Jangan risau, ada jodoh tu nanti..." Some would be sympathetic "belum kahwin lagi? ala... sabar lah ye..." Some would be intense, "Ko jangan lambat-lambat nanti susah nak beranak nanti..." 

Firstly, Thanks for your concern, although I'm not sure if you really are concerned, or just trying to bitch about your happiness, assuming I am miserable and lonely. Secondly, you're not helping at all. If you're not going to introduce me with a perfect suitor, then stop with the questions. 

Of course I would love to be married with a baby girl. That was my dream since I started to tolerate little kids. But for me, I would love to be married with the right person. The person who sees me as the most beautiful person in the world, even when I look like a distorted hyena trying to bite people's head off. The person who tolerates and enjoys what I do (cats, games, make up, shopping, music, movies etc...). The person who laughs at my unfunny jokes and listens to my nonsense rantings. The person who accepts my weakness and sees them as my strength. The person who treats my family like his own. Marriage is a life deal. I don't want to get married just because you asked me to. I don't see life that way. I grew up watching a hell lot of Hollywood movies, I don't live the drama Melayu where marriage is the answer to everything. 

So, about the question I'm being asked so much in so many different ways, there's your answer. I don't know when, but I do know with who. I don't need your sympathy, I love all that's in my life right now. I don't believe in the same things you do, I don't live my life the same way others do. I want to enjoy things before I'm not allowed to enjoy them anymore. 

Lastly, If anyone feels offended, sorry. My intention of writing, publishing and sharing this blog is to let everyone understand how I feel when asked those questions. I also don't represent the whole 30 and unmarried ladies. Everyone has their own story. This one is mine. 

Happy Deepavali everyone. 

The Launderette Scandal

Wow so many updates on so many devices! First world problem. Apple has released major updates on all products. And there's a thing called Apple Pencil now being sold somewhere. Funny how they avoided the name "Apple Pen" and settled for pencil to avoid memes and puns.

Anyways today I'm gonna blog about the current issue. Ever since the fire genocide crime was solved (?) people have been looking into the next viral issue. And the next viral issue goes to...

A launderette! Waheyyy! Congratulations Malaysia, you did it again!

Amazing how a tiny little thing like this made it big

When the article first came up in some local newspaper I was just annoyed at the purpose of the sign. But it was nothing new. So Malays will be Malays, so what? I was so ready to move on until it kept appearing on my Facebook timeline every 2 minutes, with no sign of stopping. It became viral news of the week. A launderette in Muar, opening specially for Muslims for cleanliness purpose. So i guess Non-Muslims are gross people, right? That's what those people believe, at least.

Then came the reason. They wanted to make sure all clothes are free from "Najis" such as Dog hair, alcohol (maybe) and all that. So i was like ooohhh I get it. So it's fine. They have the right to do that. So why not? If you feel uncomfortable about it and like to take everything negatively, then the solution is simple. Don't go. Wash your own clothes, duh!

What amazes me is how the non-Muslims don't seem to care much about it. The offended people are the Muslims themselves. (Whaaaat?) Reading comments on all posts related to that, most Chinese and Indians are like "Oh okay, it's cool, we get it..." but the Muslims seem to be jumping around having panic attack. Geez, chill, bros. It's a freaking Launderette. It's not the end of the world.

The issue reached its peak when the Sultan of Johor threatened to close down the business if the owner didn't take off the sign. Wow extreme. And everyone thought he would be on the owner's side.

"We are not Taliban.." was one of the statement used by the Sultan in his speech. I agree. I deeply despise extremism. However, in this case, I don't think the business's intention (of limiting customers to Muslims only) is any big deal. I am not good in Business policies, hell I'm still struggling to pass my CBM course, but I personally think and feel like every business owner has a right to select their target customers. So if they want a 100% Muslim market, let them be. Just like other business, where Non-Muslims aren't allowed in. Nobody made a big deal about that.

But of course, everyday is a new viral and this is purely entertainment for me. Although, the response, the comments, the religious and political speeches regarding this issue worry me a little as it shows the mentality of most Malaysians. Somehow, we are still close-minded. We got a looooong way to go to reach modern development in terms of acceptance. What a bummer.

Genocide by fire...

A devastating, heartbreaking thing happened more than a week ago.

Taken from NST's website,

A fire broke out at the Pusat Tahfiz Darul Quran Ittifaqiyah religious centre located at Jalan Keramat Ujung, Kampung Datuk Keramat around 5.15am ton Septermber 14th.
The fire is believed to have started in one of the dormitory rooms on the top floor of the three-storey building. At the time, there were a total of 36 students and six teachers in the building.
The tahfiz centre had only been in existence for about a year. It was built from contributions from the local surau. It is understood that the students were asleep when the blaze happened. The authorities believe that when the fire broke out, the students tried to make their way out but were trapped.
It is learnt that the building’s windows were fitted with grills which could not be opened from inside. In addition, there was only one door to enter and exit the building. There was also no dedicated fire exit.
Firemen who entered the building found the charred remains heaped on top of one another. They were found at several locations, all near windows at the third floor. Several boys however managed to escape after breaking open a window at the third floor and jumping a first-floor awning.

And that was only the beginning of a very long, sad and tragic chronology of news reports. I'll just summarize it here.

The fire which everyone initially thought was caused by accident was actually an act of the biggest crime in this country's history performed by kids. Yup. kids. Aged between 11 to 18, these kids had planned the genocide, murdering 21 innocent Tahfiz (people who memorize the Qoran) students and 2 wardens. And since that news came out, people have been crazy commenting news blogs, mostly wanting the children criminals to be hanged (and/or burned) to death for what they did. I don't intend to give out a public opinion because I certainly am not an expert. I just wanted to put this in my blog to be reminded of this tragedy.

Everything that happens is written by God. We kinda have to believe that, as taught in the religion. But, don't misinterpret it. Accepting fate and destiny doesn't in anyway means forgiving, forgetting and letting go of the people and parties responsible for any bad happenings. Accepting fate (at least for me) means believing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and to reach that light is to walk, run or even fly through that dark tunnel. Acceptance in what we can't change and find a way to move on from it. Most importantly to calmly and rationally find a solution to not allow it to happen again.

I hope justice will prevail. I pray for these kids' soul to rest in heaven and for the criminals to get what they deserve. It's a sad month for the whole country.

Vios

As to update you on the last post, I got a new car! Well, not that new anymore since it has been like almost a month already (and I have to start paying the loan now urghhhh...) But yeah, a new black vios, an upgrade from the previous one. Presenting...

Blacky!

It's black, It's awesome and soooo handsome, i LOVE it!

So people, friends have been asking me. Why Vios? And why retain the same plate number?

Well, Toyota has never failed me. I've been using the previous PandaVios for like 6 years and it has served me well. Protected me, took me to places and stayed loyal with me. With all that in mind, I had to keep the soul of the car with me, the plate number that noone can get elsewhere (unless you buy a car in Sabah...). Why Vios? Why not a CHR or a Camry or an Altis? Honestly and sincerely, becauce at my level, a government servant, Vios is all I can afford right now. I still got many things to buy (being a high maintenance lady like some people label me) like make up, clothes etc so a Vios is best option for me. I am always so grateful I can even afford a cool car like this.

So there you are. Confessions from the bottom of my heart, I chose black because it's rare. Most Vios on the road are either silver or white, so black is a little different from the norm. And it looks sooo cool I LOVE it! oh I said that already.

So blacky, looking forward to having awesome adventures with you.

People oh people...

So after 6 years I finally decided (mostly agreed) to change my car. Not so much changing, but more to upgrading. I'm getting a new Vios. The 3rd gen, 2017 version. One of the very annoying process I have to go to through is to sell the old Vios, the one I currently own. Let's call it Pandavios.

To be able to afford the new Vios, which we are gonna call Blacky by the way, I have to trade in Pandavios. In addition to that, I'd also like to keep the soul of the car, the plate number. To avoid more hardwork, we let the Toyota sales guy to find a buyer/reseller. So he did. And the guy he introduced to us? He will definitely go by the name Mr Obnoxious.

Mr Obnoxious would only buy Pandavios for RM35,000. Why? Because greedy bastards are cheapasses (excuse my language). But it's fine as long as it can cover the down payment of Blacky. What I'm venting in this blog is the attitude. The attitude of most people I meet and can't stand. The attitude of typical Malays. At some point I felt like a charity case, having to beg him to keep his promise to buy it for 37k initially. But Mr O went all big-boss like saying 35k or nothing. Jerk.

Today we met him again. To set up Pandavios for inspection at Puspakom. So we waited at his sorry excuse for an office made up of an abandoned trailer caravan thingy. He arrived, acting like a king suddenly revealing he too was a UPM graduate. An information I have no use for in my life. There he was, telling my parents and I about his education life story, his son's life story (which clearly noone cares about) trying to feel almighty having that many scrolls in the family. Dude, my dad has a degree AND a masters from the UK sponsored by the government. We still know a thing called humility. He also bragged how he used to be a manager here and there and decided he wanted to be his own boss so he went for business coz he's that kinda person. Do I care? Nope.

After discussing how to settle things (since he wanted to take away Pandavios immediately after he pays for it), we agreed to let him come with us back home to Tampin to pick up Pandavios for the inspection appointment. He got into dad's car, the Mazda 6. Which knocked him off his make-belief throne when he found out it was bought brand new. Not a second hand shit like those he sells.  Along the way he went from King Wannabe III to Mr Humble. How did that happened? Well, he asked. He asked about dad. And when he found out about dad, almighty disappeared. Goodbye Mr Obnoxious, hello Mr Realistic. Welcome to standing on the ground with your own feet.

So why do people do that? Why do people talk so highly about themselves when clearly nobody asked? Why are people so desperate to up themselves so they could look down on others? Why do people want to know so much about me and my family when I never raise a question about theirs? And Mr O was not the first to do that. I have met soooo many people having the same behavior. I'm starting to think I'm the one who's different. I don't ask people about them, their families, the people they know and all that bullshit. I have only some space in my brain for other things instead of other people.

So yeah. That happened. It's cool to knock people off their pedestal with reality. We don't talk the walk, we walk the talk. That's how we roll.

Bad Dreams...

So I woke up this morning feeling crappy. My whole body was in pain, my head was spinning like crazy and my stomach hurts. I had a bad dream last night. Supposedly it was a nightmare I couldn't remember (or don't want to...). All I know is I felt so tired waking up like I just fought something.

I think it's common to feel sick after a bad dream. Maybe the bad dream was caused by the physical pain. I remember having terrible nightmares whenever I feel sick which I use as a confirmation to admit being truly sick. Something psychological i guess. We tend to be mentally weak when our body feels tired, in pain and exhausted. Nothing serious.

But after hours and hours of feeling crappy and miserable, I finally took some Panadol Soluble and it worked like a charm after 2-3 hours. Feel better now and ready to sleep. And right now I have no idea what the point of this blog entry is.

Gossipers should be the first ones to hell..

I think the title speaks itself. Lately I have been reading too many gossips that have exceeded entertainment levels. Gossip has become so evil and shitty that they start to annoy the hell outta me. I have a watsapp group that majors in spreading rumors and gossips. I know I could just hit the "leave" button but I also know I don't have that many friends to have that option. So here I am, blogging about it.

Yup. 

The thing that gets on my nerve is the in-depth detail people know about other people. They even have screenshots about personal information of their subjects (yeah we're gonna call the victims that now). And they'd post it in Whatsapp groups and discuss. Then the fire spreads. Everyone would have their opinions and relate it to other people who would become new subjects. Then, before we know it, the conversation becomes a gossip gala where everyone else is wrong accept yourself. What crazy society am I living among? You people are lecturers for God's sake! You tell me to maintain the reputation of an educator and live off gossiping about other people? Damn, people, practice what you preach.

I had people asking me why don't I join social events like work parties etc. I am happy sitting in front of the computer, playing my video games or exploring the internet minding my own business. And sometimes, to my surprise, people know about my life more than I do. Hell, I don't even know who I am sometimes and people seem to be an expert in that.

Okay I do gossip too, sometimes. But only celebrities because it's their job to be gossiped about. And maybe people who done things that bother me. But randoms? People who barely know my existance? Meh. Why would I spend a minute talking bout things I know nothing about, and has nothing to do with me? Why would I spend time comparing my life with others and be miserable about it?

So yeah I'm writing this because I'm annoyed. My friends (or so called) are ultimate gossipers hiding behind hijabs so it annoys the hell outta me. Ultimately, all I can do is vent here, ignore them and move on. My life is more interesting and this is talking about me and video games.

Just me and my thoughts...

Monday, 7th August 2017.

Happy working day, I guess. As for me, I'm still on my "wake up at 9.00 am" routine. A month has gone by since semester break started and I haven't done anything useful or "impact"ful. Just me at my parents', with random thoughts in my head.

It's a battle between me and my memories. Some of which I wish to delete for good. But there they all lay at the bottom of the recycled bin, like a virus I cannot seem to permanently delete. Mistakes, wrong decisions and regret were made in my life. All the criteria enough to be human.

But I guess everyone has these demons. They are what made us who we are. We try things, find out they are wrong, we regret them and the next thing we know is we repeat them. Some admit to these wrong doings and some just live in denial, only to be haunted by what was done and what was lost.

Just don't let them hold you forever

I'm sure you think my words are just mumbo jumbos of a bored person.  Partly, maybe. I am on my semester break having not much to do, so let me win this lol. The point of this entry is when you have that much free time on your hands, your past memories come and haunt you for no reason. (Facebook and other social media ain't making them easier to forget too...).

So just be careful, I tell myself. Don't let these past ghosts reshape you into something you don't want to be. I've been on the road of mistakes and I don't tend to walk through that again. What I have learned to do is admit the wrongs and move on. I don't want to be those who keep finding excuses to justify what they have done. Eventually, it will come back and cause utter depression.

If you're wondering what kind of mistakes I've done, don't. Just let it remain in the bottom of my memory to remind me of the worst. It's nothing to do with religions and all that. Just mistakes a naive, inexperience person makes. Let's move on.

What's happening today...

As usual, these few weeks have been viral-ful. From Chester Bennington's suicide (RIP, Legend) to some local artists' scandals to the none other than Malaysian's Top 3 Richest Retards. Nothing could be more entertaining than the internet.

But to the most important tragedy of last week, the lost of a voice.

Dear Chester,

I don't know you in person, I don't know your story. All I know is what the media told me through articles, blogs, TV and all that. But the part of you that I do know, your beautiful voice and beautiful face, I will surely miss. What a voice you have, the kind that touches hearts and melts souls. There is no other like you. And I will never, ever understand how someone with a voice like the angels could lose the battle with merciless demons. Rest in Peace, Chester, wherever you are.

Why am I so lazyyyyyy...?

Why have I still not started blogging for a living yet. Why am I ridiculously lazy?!

Yup

CHANGE

Blogs are supposed to be thoughts that people share with the world. In the old days, it used to be called "diary" or "journal". Now, anyone can write whatever and publish them wherever. Nobody needs a degree in Mascom anymore. Anyone can be a journalist as long as they got something to write about. I can only try.

What I notice about my blog wannabe is how all over the place I am. I can't seem to find a theme I like. First it'll be all about me. Then, it'll be about the world. Then, back to me again. All the crazy thoughts in my head. And now, I'm blogging about my blogging. So yeah, you can see how all over the place I am, right? Urgh... And not like anyone cares, right? Noone reads my blogs. And I don't intend for anyone to. I'm not taking up a full time career in blogging, I have a daytime job.

Still, I'd like things to be in order. So I'm gonna set a theme. For this page, I guess I'll be blogging about my thoughts of what's viral in the country or the world. I will make another personal blog on another page. So everything will be organized. 💡 Inspired!

Let's do this! Let's ignore all the posts before this coz I'm too lazy to remove them all. Plus, someday I might wanna see how ridiculous my blog was before. (Unless it still is) 😆

Ramadhan is here!

Happy fasting, everyone! Let's make this Ramadhan a month of good deeds. Let's be good.

Why Kareem? What does it mean?

Manchester, a tragedy...

The moment the news came flooding on my Facebook timeline, I instantly knew. A Muslim did it... Because who else, right?

What is wrong with the people of my religion? Why are so many becoming terrorists and murderers? Didn't the religion tell us to be good? To be faithful, to trust in God and to JUST BE GOOD? Why are people in this religion killing innocents? Why are they making it so hard being a Muslim?

I'm thankful for the fact I was born and raised in this country. Wasatiah. That's what they reminded us to be. It's just simple logic. Once you fall too deep into something, be it a religion, race, video games, drugs or whatever, you lose sense of reality. You become angry. Extremism makes you a murderer in the name of that faith that swallowed your common sense. Sad reality that is.

I didn't read too much about the Manchester tragedy. I just knew it happened after an Ariana Grande concert. 22 people killed, mostly kids. And a Muslim from Libya did it. He suicide-bombed the arena because he was a coward. He probably thought he'd go to heaven after all that. Dumb-ass. And here we are, the rest of the Muslims in the world trying to convince others that he didn't represent our faith. He was a loser, selfish bastard who screwed up and cowardly took innocent lives because he was scared to die alone.

It's so hard being a Muslim in this world. I understand why most people hate us. And I can't help but to keep apologizing to the world. I just hope one day, it will all be better. God, help us all. Amen.

But I'm just one person.

Life so far...

Okay, I am soooo not meant to be a blogger. I'm only writing stuff when I'm in the mood, which is always never. So here's a quick update about what's been happening in my life. 

Still crazy about make up.

Yup. I find myself spending billions on Sephora make up product. Not that they make me any prettier, but having them, wearing them boost up some confidence I desperately lack off. 

Is Belle...!

There was a crazy drama about Beauty and the Beast a few months back. Something about Disney promoting LGBT. To add salt to the wound, we went to this so-called fairy tale "event" in Mines Convention Center and wasted RM150.00 for a stupid, ridiculous nothingness. The event sucked, the promoters sucked, the whole idea was a disappointment.   

Squished by Elmo

To fix the disapointment, we splurged in Singapore. The experience was fun. But my bank account was badly damaged. Yikes.

Hala Madrid Y Nada Mas...!

We are going to finals, baby!!! So as usual (ahem...) We beat Atletico in semi finals and now we're off to kick Juvy in the finals. For the twelfth!!!

We all love this guy now

Thanks to my sister and my boyfriend, I am officially a TWD fan. This show is awesome. The writing is awesome. The casts are awesome. Finished the series in a week and now we're in love with Daryl Dixon.

My shopping addictness continues...

It's funny how Facebook and Instagram can make you look so cool and richie rich. But yeah, I love shopping so much, it really doesn't matter that I do it for someone else. I also went to KL solo. (Not so solo, my BF did send me there) And I LOVED it. I think I might do it again. I love appearing strong and independent! 

I dream in red.

And as for the latest update, I am now an apple watch user. It took like a day for me to decide to buy it or not, and I did. A gift for myself. Something cool and sophisticated to wear around. And now I have to pay the damages to my bank account. Kudos, Anne! And also, we love red now. Pink is soooo yesterday.  

 So that's about all the cool things so far. See you in the next post. Whenever that will be. 

Disney Vs the LPF

I have long accepted the shallow minds of (most) Malaysians. I have lived in silence, observing how people judge each other in everything they do. I have learned to stay quiet and be the person people want me to be, instead of who I really want to be. It's a hard life living in this country. The minds are moving backwards, trying to control everyone using religion. It's fine in some ways, until they reach a point where they think they have the right to condemn anyone they don't like to hell.

The controversy surrounding Disney's new movie Beauty and the Beast has opened opportunities for people to speak their minds out about "censorship" in this country. The movie's director Bill Condon, openly announced there will be a "gay moment" for Le Fou (Gaston's sidekick) which sparked an outrage among homo-phobics around the world.

 "LeFou [Josh Gad] is somebody who on one day wants to be Gaston [Luke Evans] and on another day wants to kiss Gaston . . . [it] has its payoff at the end, which I don't want to give away. But it is a nice, exclusively gay moment in a Disney movie." (source)

This issue became a big deal not just in this country but throughout the whole world and even within the US itself. Alabama banned the movie (they never cared for the LGBT thing), followed by Russia and a few others. Malaysia didn't really ban the movie, but allowed to be screened with "edits". Supposedly they meant cutting out the "gay moment" because whoever watches it will want to turn gay. But Disney has more pride than we think. They told us to show the whole thing or nothing at all. Due to ego and pride I guess there will never be Beauty and the Beast in the cinemas any time soon.

Because the movie hasn't been released anywhere yet, I did some readings on some articles about it. Turned out the gay moment was only less than 2 seconds. People wouldn't even notice the moment if the director hadn't mentioned anything about it. And it is only a matter of opinions. But anyways, the damage has been done. The controversy in this country leading to LPF having to "edit" the movie has caused Disney to take back the screening rights. I can't argue about that, they have have every right to.

So that's what has been happening. Years of anticipation has turned into disappointment. I do feel slightly annoyed at the whole thing but honestly, I don't care about it too much. I knew something like this was going to happen when Bill Condon opened his mouth about the gay thing. I mean, dude... There are people who still believe strongly in religions. If you can support LGBTs, why not support people's religions too?

I have nothing against LGBTs. I also don't care about it too. People can be and act like whatever they want. As long as they don't hurt others, it's fine. There shouldn't have to be any support groups for this or for that when it comes to personal choice. But now, it has become a big issue. Bigger than Caitlyn Jenner. They cancelled Beauty and the Beast for goodness sake!!!

Well, thank God for torrents, I guess.

Using a Blog App on iPad

So I bought a Logitech keyboard to make typing easier and faster on the iPad. What was next to do, was to find a blog app since they removed google's "blogger" from the market. So here we are on this app called Blogpad Pro which was the only app that's free and blogger friendly (or so they reviewed). Hopefully it's not a scam and I can continue blogging like a pro.  Let's see if we can add photos here...  

Random photo for random reasons

Yeayyy... Well since it is free, it's cool so far. See you on the post!

Anne Vs Technology

Wow... I love technology and all its gadgets but technology hates my guts! It started with my iphone 5S being overcharged and became bloated, pushing out the screen (which apparently is common). It would cost me about RM350 to take it to apple store for repair (but apparently only RM90 at a lowyat pakistani who can 'fix' anything). So I bought a new iphone 6S. Then, my Alienware 15's battery got sick. And it got sicker, and then it got better, but then it died. So I ordered a replacement from Dell which costed me RM365 plus. Problem isn't solved yet as I have to find a technician who can put it inside my Alien. As though that isn't enough, my iphone 6S couldn't receive calls, so i tried updating it, got interrupted and went bonkers so I had to restore to factory settings through itunes. Thank God for Google.

So now I'm just at home, tired of the tech madness. I'm gonna play this new game I bought from Steam. Planet Coaster!