that awkward moment when...

so there's this kind of hype right now on the internet where people are always saying stuff starting with the phrase, "that awkward moment when...", so i've decided, in the light of recent events, to follow suit and do the same thing.

here is my list.

that awkward moment when:

- there are people fighting around you and they're obviously pissed off at each other and you're smack in the middle of the fight and you don't know whether you should act like you didn't hear a word they said or just quietly creep into the room and shut the door.

- your good friends ask you to join an activity with them but you can't because said activity could cost you loads of money and you can't afford to waste cash right now because you're shit broke and don't know when you'll get your next paycheck.

- you find food just lying around in the living room area and you wanna eat it but it's obviously someone else's so you can't eat it but you've been wanting to eat it for some time but haven't had the time to go to midvalley to buy it so in the end you left it there, all on it's own, sad and lonely... (ok wtf this isn't even awkward. i just wanted to say that i've been mengidam-ing tako tao and i saw some last night but tak tau sapa punya. sadface.)

- your officemates keep telling you that you should totally hook up with this one cute guy who comes to your office every now and then and you secretly think to yourself, "i wish i could, but he'd never like someone like me."

- people you either know or don't know come up to you and tell you that you're short. oh my god i've spent nearly 24 years of my life thinking that i was tall, my dreams have been shattered to dust!

..ah well. can't think of any more right now, since i just got distracted reading failbook which is funny. as. hell.

later!

i'll follow you into the dark.

"life's too short to even care at all, woah oh oh"

--cough syrup, young the giant

when i was in my more rebellious teenage years, i wanted to become a graffiti artist.

and if i'm willing to admit it, even only to myself, i still really want to be one.

i mean, there's something very liberating about being an artist itself, but graffiti artists have an aura of mystery to them. few graffiti artists reveal their identities to the world because sometimes people might not understand the message that they're trying to deliver. 

graffiti artists make use of what's available in the built environment to create a beautiful work of art, i mean, how cool is that? the whole world is their canvas! i think they're creative, sneaky little bastards that deserve more respect and admiration than what they're getting right now.

and one thing's for sure: street art is for everyone. anyone and everyone can enjoy this art, it's just a matter of personal taste. i like the ones that have a statement, because sometimes people can't or won't listen to the things that matter, so what better way to tell the world than to draw it?

here are some the stuff that i like:

some profound stuff from banksy, all the way in palestine. (taken from sunray22b.net)

another banksy work of art. did you know that banksy's the most famous graffiti artist in the world? supposedly nobody knows who he is.
(from treehugger.com)

i saw this german artist called el bocho on tv. very pretty yeah? (from artwallbreakers.com)

pixel art! sooooo bloody cool. geddit? water = cool? nevermind. (from trendland.net)

this must've taken days to make, wtf. artist is jake dobkins. (from flickr.com)

this is a favourite of mine. monsieur andre! (from sudjuice.blogspot.com)

cool. (source unknown, lol sorry i forgot)

cool right? and for most of them this isn't even about making money or getting media attention. they're anonymous, like freaking ninjas. they do it because it's a passion. that's what i love the most about graffiti art. it's a labour of love, there isn't a hidden agenda behind any of them, it's just about getting your message across in the most creative way possible. because hey, a picture's worth a thousand words right?

damn, i should've never stopped drawing and sketching and all that. i have so much respect for these artists. i think once i quit my job as a qs by the end of this year and start with my masters, i'm gonna pursue this passion once again and re-acquaint myself with photoshop!

street art ftw!

the clark kent syndrome.

i have a question. 

does a person really look that different when they switch from wearing glasses to wearing contact lenses?

i've been wearing glasses since i was 0.3547211 years old and have only recently jumped into the contact lenses bandwagon. i just felt like a change, you know? i like wearing glasses, especially those nerdy ones, but sometimes i wanna blend in and you know, look fun for a change. like, if you wear glasses you don't have a lot of options for wearing your tudung (headscarf)...well i don't have a lot of options anyways, because i am clueless about things like that. :\

...randomly, how the heck do some girls just magically obtain these scarf-winding-around-the-head skills? i mean, i watch youtube for videos on how to style your hijab, and i don't. understand. a. thing. (i usually just show the video to my officemate and make her learn the style and then teach it to me. which she does in like, 5 minutes. what the EFF.)  

ehh, hilang fokus kejap. moving on, yeah, glasses. i went to my brother's wedding (belah perempuan) yesterday, and people didn't recognise me. and i was like, why? does one look that different without glasses? or are people just so accustomed to the thing that seeing a person without their glasses just looks weird or something? 

i ask because i'm so curious. when i was a kid i lolwtf'd when i watched superman, because see, superman doesn't wear glasses but his alter ego, clark kent does. he goes back and forth between being a superhero and being a nerdy dude wearing nerdy glasses, and people never know that it's him.

so...maybe i've got this whole clark kent-superman thing down pat?

this is just like me...except i'm way more buff than he is.

ah, i know! there's probably also the hijab style factor to consider. i used to wear tudung bawal and refused to wear other types of tudung materials and styles, because i'm classic like that. 

pah, you know what? i'll show you pictures. before and after. you be the judge, playa.

BEFORE:

i'm really good at making weird faces. everyone says so.

but now i've decided to update myself, and i look like this! bam! 

AFTER:

picture not suitable for minors under the age of 18.

okay so the picture is horrible, and i'm sweating like a mofo, and i'm making yet another weird face. i'm sorry, but this was taken yesterday from the wedding and i was the photographer, so i couldn't bloody well take pictures of myself could i? and the shots that do have my face are either of me...uh, making weird faces, or the pictures are all blurred. fml. 

and yes, i was sweating profusely while that picture was taken, it was warm and i was wearing black. and i look fat because fat is my middle name. okay? okay?

but anyways...what do you think? do i look different? 

i think i look the same...eww. (cue sad elton-john-type music) sigh, am i the only girl in the world who takes 1054292 pictures of herself on the camera but can only find 2 good pictures of herself? (and one is of her making a funny face, sheesh)

SUCKS.

p/s: randomly, one of my friends told me that i look like a friendlier person when i'm wearing glasses, and that i look a bit snobbish without them. i can neither confirm nor deny this tidbit of information, thus i shall need to experiment further on this idea. 

if i ever get outta here.

this has been a horrible month, to be perfectly honest.

first of all, and most importantly, i still haven't got my salary for june. and now it's nearly the end of july, what. the. fark. how are we supposed to work in this kind of environment la idiot bosses? i am honestly fed up with the whole situation, fuck it i'm looking for a new job. 

then the people of ambank has made the past friday a living nightmare for me by towing away my car. you read that right. they towed away my car. these 3 indian fellas came up to see me at my office and wanted my car keys. i was freaked as hell, i'll tell you that. ambank claims that my parents haven't paid for my car installment for 5 months already, which is impossi-fucking-ble. (sorry i'm a bit riled up) turns out the payments have been going in tapi for some ungodly reason it couldn't go through the stupid bank's system and so hilang macam tu je. so my parents had to pay for the whole 5 months (i'm so sorry mama and ayah, i love you both) and then i dunno la how they're gonna track the missing cash that they already paid before this.

sigh. baru petang tadi pegi ambik my car. ambank is slow. system is ridiculously outdated. i am appalled at the kind of service they're providing and i would've smacked the people involved in this right in the nads. fortunately, or unfortunately, i still have some semblence of patience left in me, so i'll let this one pass. but i will pray that those people who have done me wrong will get raped by giant bloody spiders from hell. grr.

 gah. i miss shopping. shoppiiiiiiinggggg. :(

let me drive, i'm really good at snapping my fingers!

i like driving my car around town. i find a tiny kind of satisfaction from driving that i can't get anywhere else, it's like a taste of freedom, or something corny like that. i like blasting my loud obnoxious music from the car stereo, and i like watching people during traffic light stops. it's like a feeling of power i guess, when i'm behind these wheels, baby i'm my own boss. ha.

however, the driving condition in kl sucks like nobody's business. i hate traffic jams. they're boring and time-consuming and damned tiring because you're inching forward about this much everytime you move forward. and what is the deal with the rain anyways? everytime even a drop of rain decides to come down from the sky, bam! jam already.

ffffffuuuuuuuuu.....

but most of all, my awesome driving experience usually gets tainted by the crazy, i-can't-drive-but-i-can-try kind of people. the drivers. aaaarrrrgh.

let's divide these drivers into a few categories, shall we?