The Signature Scent

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Some people like to have their own signature scent because it is a symbol of their personalities, but unlike them, I love to change my scent every now and then. I don’t have any signature scent because I can’t stick to a certain scent for so long. I get bored quite easy hehe. Scent, any scent at all, is very significant in life. Scents can bring back memories of someone and some place even though you have left all them behind long time ago. It is like a time machine, transporting you back to those people and places. Some scents can make you smile and cry all by yourself. Some can make you drifting away in your own sad or happy memories, wishing you can turn back the time and relive all that. Some scents can even make you feel like you live in the memories because it feels so real.

Speaking of, yesterday, while I was at my sister’s place choosing perfumes to steal from her (hahah), I stumbled upon her DKNY Red Delicious and I quickly sprayed it on me. It immediately transported me back to a little perfume shop in Elizabeth St (if I’m not mistaken), Brisbane City that I used to visit when I was studying there, somewhere in 2007-2008. An image of a blond promoter wearing all black, with her hand holding a bottle of DKNY Red Delicious suddenly came to mind. I kept asking her to spray that fragrance on a strip of white paper that I was holding and kept smelling it while I was wandering around in the shop. I still remember walking to the shop with my backpack, looking at the passers-by who were walking so fast to do their errands, the buses here and there, the surrounding, the atmosphere etc. Hmm.. Memories. I miss being a student abroad. So young and free, do whatever you want, explore and learn new things. There was really nothing heavy to think about. Absolutely commitment free. Unlike now, I’m married and working, got bills to pay, this and that blah blah blah…

See, that’s me drifting away in my own writing, because of a scent that I smelled YESTERDAY.
That’s the power of scents.

Anyway, it was such a nice smell to me, but I ended up buying other perfume, LAMB by Gwen Stefani. I swore that would be my signature scent for the rest of my life. Pfffttt. I quickly bought other perfume once it was all out. Because I got bored already.

Here, some of the perfumes that I remember using.

My first signature scent, LAMB by Gwen Stefani.

My first signature scent ever, LAMB by Gwen Stefani.

My second fragrance, Curious by Britney Spears

Curious by Britney Spears

The third one, Hypnose by Lancome

Hypnose by Lancome

Butterfly by Mariah Carey

Butterfly by Mariah Carey

Manifesto by YSL

Manifesto by YSL

The current one, Mademoiselle by Chanel

The current one, Mademoiselle by Chanel

Right now, my Mademoiselle fragrance is almost gone. Haven’t got time to buy the next perfume yet, so I decided to steal one of my sister’s perfumes. Most of them I saw on the rack were half used already, so this, the full bottle of Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden seemed like the best choice that I’ve had.

Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden

Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden

Hated the scent at first, but after a few minutes, I think it grows nice on me. Citrusy, lemony, refreshing. Nature lovers would love this scent, I guess. The only downright is that it fades away so quickly. It doesn’t last longer on my skin so I am thinking to make this as my temporary scent until I buy the new one.

Told you, I don’t have a signature scent.

 

 

 

What Makes A Man

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Yes, as what you’ve imagined, this is the song of Westlife, many many years ago.

What Makes A Man by Westlife

This isn’t goodbye, even as I watch you leave, this isn’t goodbye
I swear I won’t cry, even as tears fill my eyes, I swear I won’t cry

Any other girl, I’d let you walk away
Any other girl, I’m sure I’d be ok

Tell me what makes a man
Wanna give you all his heart
Smile when you’re around
And cry when you’re apart
If you know what makes a man
Wanna love you the way I do
Girl you gotta let me know
So I can get over you

What makes her so right?
Is it the sound of her laugh?
That look in her eyes
When do you decide?
She is the dream that you seek
That force in your life

When you apologize, no matter who was wrong
When you get on your knees if that would bring her home

Tell me what makes a man
Wanna give you all his heart
Smile when you’re around
And cry when you’re apart
If you know what makes a man
Wanna love you the way I do
Girl you gotta let me know

So that I can get over you

Other girls will come along, they always do
But what’s the point when all I ever want is you, tell me

Tell me what makes a man
Wanna give you all his heart
Smile when you’re around
And cry when you’re apart
If you know what makes a man
Wanna love you the way I do
Girl you gotta let me know….. (let me know)
Girl you gotta let me know….. (wooo)
So I can get over you

I was on assignment (not mine, was doing a favour for a friend) when I suddenly went to Youtube, for a lil bit of mind refreshments. I started browsing the old songs, 90’s songs, started with M2M, then S Club 7, ATeens, lastly this favourite band of mine when I was little/teenager, Westlife. I was such a big fan. A BIG BIG fan! I once almost wrote a letter to the main vocalist, Shane Filan, who’s my favourite (he’s so kiuttt and suara so sedap). Already bought the flowery sweet smelling papers and envelope, just for him. Cant remember what was stopping me back then, but I ended up using those papers and envelope for other things. Haha

One of the songs that I still like listening to, is What Makes A Man. I don’t know why, but if you really really look at the lyrics, you would find them so beautiful.

Enjoy.

September (It Was Worth It In The End)

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September by Daughtry

How the time passed away? All the trouble that we gave
And all those days we spent out by the lake
Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made
One by one they vanish just the same

Of all the things I still remember
Summer’s never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could’ve been
It was worth it in the end

Now it all seems so clear, there’s nothing left to fear
So we made our way by finding what was real
Now the days are so long that summer’s moving on
We reach for something that’s already gone

Of all the things I still remember
Summer’s never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could’ve been
It was worth it in the end

We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
We would end up here the way we are
Yeah we knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how

Of all the things I still remember
Summer’s never looked the same
The years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain

In the middle of September we’d still play out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could’ve been
It was worth it in the end

Can’t sleep right now.
September, it’s the month where he left us all.
I miss you so much, ayah.
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Balaci And Balocker

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When I was in high school, I stayed in hostel for 5 years. It was really fun surviving our teenage years with friends. By doing everything on our own, we became so independent (or so I thought haha). So, bila dah duduk asrama, jumpalah banyak sangat ragam budak2 aspuri ni. Banyak ragam ni bagus. It makes our hostel life interesting, right? Haha. Ada budak yang nerd, budak yang alim or kaki surau, budak yang garang, budak yang gila2, budak yang ngada2, budak yang gedik etc. Tapi yang paling penting, and I think kumpulan ni memang wujud kat mana2 asrama sekalipun, BUDAK YANG SUKA MENGADU.

Bila sebut suka mengadu ni, tak kisahlah mengadu kat siapa, kat warden ke, kat exco ke, kat guru ke, or geng kawan2 yang lain ke.. Yang penting, mengadu. Kebiasaannya, budak-budak yang suka mengadu ni juga adalah budak-budak yang suka ‘kiss-ass’ warden atau exco. Haha. Kami dulu ada gelaran untuk budak2 yang mcm ni. Actually, we had too many nicknames for these people, but these two are what I remember the most.

¬†BALACI (laci as in ‘drawer’)

¬†Senang cerita, sama mcm kepochi la. Kepoh. Semua nak ngadu. Nampak budak tak turun prep, sibuk mengadu kat exco or kat warden. Ada gaduh sikit dengan geng kawan2 lain, sibuk nk bagitau sana sini. Kadang tu, bagitau kat orang yang takda kena mengena pun. Saja nk buat modal sembang kot? Tapi paling panas kalau mengadu terus ke warden and warden panggil pulak budak tu, kena pulak hukum. Biasanya kalau dah tahap mcm ni, balaci akan dicari sampai ke lubang cacing. Bila dah dapat, siaplah kau kena ‘basuh’ ramai2.

 BALOCKER (as in locker la, or almari)

 I heard this term from my seniors when I was in Form 1. Taktau pun wujud term ni. Ingat balaci je. Balocker lagi teruk dari balaci. Balocker ni sudah tentunya mengadu sana sini (mcm balaci), tapi sebab apa lagi teruk? Sebab benda yang dia mengadu tu benda yang tak betul, atau sudah diperbesarkan. Benda kecil mcm semut je, tapi bila sampai kat telinga warden atau exco, dah jadi besar mcm gajah. Senang cerita, buat fitnah. So effect balocker dah tentunya lebih teruk dari balaci. Malas nak tulis. Bayangkan jela sendiri. Kalau nak lagi ngeri, bayangkan kes balocker tu kes aspura (asrama putera/budak lelaki). Ala2 KL Gangster la kot. Haha

¬†Bila duduk asrama, fenomena puak2 balaci and balocker ni biasa. Memang wujud punyalah, mana-mana asrama pun. Term je yg berbeza. Yelah, budak-budak lagi kan. Zaman jahiliah, as we call it. So, bila ingat2 balik, samada ingat jadi balaci/balocker, atau ingt menjadi mangsa balaci/balocker, mesti ketawa sendiri (yang jadi mangsa balaci/balocker tu mesti teringat time ‘basuh’ ramai2 la tu haha). Sebab mcm kelakar teringat perangai dulu-dulu yang tah hape je. Perangai tak matang.

¬†Itu zaman sekolah. Zaman jahiliah. Zaman ‘mcm comeeeel jeww’.

¬†Tapi bila dah masuk alam pekerjaan, dah jadi adult, jumpa lagi balaci/balocker mcm zaman sekolah dulu, taktau apa nak cakap. Takkan nak ‘basuh’ jugak kot? Some of them dah tahap ‘makcik-pakcik’ pun. Masa zaman sekolah, mungkin tak tercapai dek akal kita bahawa perangai2 balaci/balocker ni akan memecah-belahkan orang, sebab mcm dah disebut kat paragraph atas tadi la, perangai tak matang. Tapi kalau dah adult, takkan tak tercapai lagi?

So sebenarnya, nak highlight paragraph yang last tu. 

Pahe dok?

Little This And That

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Last week, I already shopped 3 dresses from my favourite clothing line, The Poplook, but I still haven’t got a chance to try them on yet because right now I’m in Sabak Bernam and those are addressed to my house in Muar. Huaaa… Cant wait! But, to get rid of the guilt (of wasting money on dresses again), I decided to sell some of my dresses in my wardrobe, those with the tags are still attached. Yang baru ade, yang dah yg pakai sekali dua, then x pakai dah pun ade. I should do a clearance sale kan.. Usually I let go of my stuff in TPL Group on Facebook, they’re always sold out. That’s why I love buying TPL stuff, because they have high second value and whenever I don’t need them, I can always sell ’em. Here’s the best part. There’s always buyers! Hahaha cool right!

This is the group. It's done me a lot of favours so far. Hehe

This is the group. It’s done me a lot of favours so far. Hehe

Okay, by the way, these are the dresses that I bought, which I might sell in the future! Haha but if they’re soooo worth to keep, i’ll just keep them then.

Thelma Maxi Dress

Thelma Maxi Dress

Penny Chiffon Maxi Dress

Penny Chiffon Maxi Dress. This one is a lil bit cheaper since I bought it preloved from someone in TPL group.

Clementine Maxi Dress

Clementine Maxi Dress

Alamak, this one pulak suddenly appeared on my timeline.. Grrr!

Really TPL?? Nadine is my fav! Arghh! I should get a grip now!!

Really TPL?? Nadine is my fav! Arghh! I should get a grip now!!

Today is my second day at home, and when I say home, I mean Rumah Sabak Bernam. I’m only gonna be here until this Sunday, and then I’ll go back to Muar to monitor the whole progress of our house renovation. Can’t wait to see my new kitchen. I hope they won’t mess things up while we’re not around.

Day 1

Day 1

Day 4. That's our kitchen. :-)

Day 4. That’s our kitchen. ūüôā

Speaking about kitchen, well, I decided to cook today since I RARELY cooked in our own house (yes, in caps!). Hubby requested Nasi Lemak with sambal sotong and ayam bakar rempah. So, here they are!

Ayam Bakar Berempah

Ayam Bakar Berempah. Owh look at the juice!

Nasi Lemak Kukus

Nasi Lemak Kukus

The whole thing for lunch. Ye, org makan nasik lemak bias mase breakfast, tapi kitorg makan time lunch pula. Haha ada haku kesaaahhh?

The whole thing for lunch. Ye, org makan nasik lemak biase mase breakfast, tapi kitorg makan time lunch pulak. Haha ada haku kesaaahhh? Yg penting hubby cakap ‘sedap’, and mak approved!

Macam bengong je puji masakan sendiri. Hahahaha. It’s actually quite an accomplishment for a newbie like me, you know. That’s why I’m bragging about my cooking right now. Haha

Today is 27th November 2013. It’s 2 months (2 months and 1 day) now since ayah passed away. The pain of losing him is still there (how can you lose it, you’ll never lose it), but we know he’s in a better place right now. I still get a glimpse of him sometimes in my sleep and his voice still lingers in my ears. Just now when I got back from buying groceries for mom, we passed by the cemetery where ayah was buried, the balai raya where ayah used to go for kampung meeting and the mosque. Every inch of this place reminds me of him. Lagi2 bila tgk parit2 kat sepanjang jalan. I used to help ayah printing those pictures of parit for kampung development files and documentations. Hehe.. Kdg2 ayah keluar rumah bwk camera, saje tanye, ‘Ayah nak gi mana?’ He said, ‘Nak tgkp gambar parit. Nak ikot ke?’ Hehehe.. Or, balik rumah tanye mak, ayah kat mana, mak said, ‘Alah, tgkp gambar parit la tu…’ Haha. Parit parit parit! Memories! Always love and miss you ayah!

My favourite old man in the world!

My favourite old man in the whole wide world!

Pen off now. See ya!