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Monday, February 01, 2010


Now Yan very clever, you know. When I complain about work or how I don't think I can go on further, he'd text me "Aza aza fighting!!" Macam paham, kan? Hurhur... But somehow, when coupled with the tight fist clenched ala Korean, it'll make things a little easier and more tolerable.
Aza aza fighting, if you don't already know, is a term the Koreans use for each other if they feel that the other person needs a moral booster. Dalam bahasa lain, it's like "Go for it!" or "Good luck!" or dalam kata Melayu, "Boleh nya lah!" or "Go jer, dok!" Hurhur... I realise there's no proper phrase for encouragement in Malay. Why is that so? Adakah kerana orang Melayu berasa segan-silu untuk memberi perangsang kepada orang lain? Cheybah.
Anyway, my face is breaking out. It's so bad, I feel dejected when I see angry red bumps everywhere. So disheartening. Why can't I have like, perfect skin like some people. Bangsa, you can't even see the pores and it's not oily at all and there's no need to buy concealer cos hey waddya know! They don't need a damn concealer! How is that possible! Why can't they just be normal and have oily skin and pimples whiteheads all. Wtf. Buat aku bingit jer!
Haha. Ok that was childish.

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