I am so paning right now

It's been ages since I last seen my hotmail via laptop/website.

and today, because of some emailing issue, I ended up using the website version of hotmail using my laptop. 

boy was I surprised and confused.

I'm not some IT savvy person and anything i did manage to do on the internet are mostly basic. I  mean, REALLY fcking basic. (eg, this blog design. I used Templates!)

So, when hotmail kept asking me to send a 'security code' to 'purple.and.lime@hotmail.com' mail, I was like, "Oh, 'purple and lime' ani sample email kali".
It's not.
it hits me, after several tries, that I OWNED purple.and.lime@hotmail.com!
I don't remember why I made it. probably out of 'sakai-ness'. you know, since at that time, making a hotmail account is so darn easy. maybe. I don't know. seriously, I have no idea!
and then when I tried to change it, came out another email address that reads 'pu****@hotmail.com' (Yes, cematu kana buat.. I don't know kana censored kh apa kh.. I know, what the hell right?)
I'm so confused!
why on earth did I make this weird hotmail accounts?!

but luckily, after a few more headaches figuring out this 'Outlook', I managed to get thru all the securities and updated it. Once that's done, I decided to clean my inbox.

clearly i didn't 'clean' much using my phone (coz usually, I open my mail and delete everything).

and along the way, I unsubscribe to this hmv newsletter (again, wtf face). When? How? Why?

I unsubscribe to any update from my youtube account too.

and here's the bizarre one; Twitter account.

i was on my way to disable my email notification when it asked me to log in and when I did, a message came out saying 'there is a suspicious activity going on' and it asked for some security questions.
then aku realized yg the display pic wasn't mine and I was hit the second time.
I've changed (via my phone) my username from Vengeance to AjeerahAwang a while back.
the funny thing is, why it let me thru in the beginning when I keyed in Vengeance with my current password?
I refreshed the page and keyed in the correct account name and password and everything went back to normal. Lucky we didn't panic - Ronald Weasley, Philosopher's Stone.

this whole thing is such a nerve wrecking experience! 
I know, I know. to some, this might be something of small matter. 
but for me, it is such a big matter.
maybe because, I still love my hotmail ID. it's childish, yes, but it holds a lot of memories that are sooooo me, made by me, for me. 
I don't know how else to explain it but I wish to hold on to something that is me 10-15 years ago coz it feels like I'm losing me these days.

. . .

ENOUGH WITH SOPPY THINGS!

on a brighter note, Pottermore Sorting is back!!
and I'm still a proud Badger!



Hufflepuff - Where They Are Just and Loyal!

I will try and tell you all about it some other time.

I know I still owe you guys the story behind my DIY phonecase too.

xD

until next time!

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a/n: I'm supposed to be asleep like 4 hours ago.

PAN

frying pan!! or dalam bahasa Brunei nya, parimpan. 
hahaha

and I have never wanted to hit someone in the head with a frying pan before. until this movie.

I watched this new movie Pan at our local cinema, 
starring Hugh Jackman who played Blackbeard.

It's a story about the beginning of Peter Pan. before that story where he met Wendy. 
I wasn't expecting much when I watch Pan, so I find it very interesting and touchy, especially towards the end. 

but it isn't about the movie that I decided to make a post of this

it was actually about some very offensive actions that some mother and daughter did that made me post this;

not even half thru the movie, these two people stood up and after that changed to the empty seats in front of their previous seats (we sat at the top most seat (Row A), basically the best seats and they changed to seat (Row B) ). and noticing their action, suddenly i was conscious.

It was the mother (who sat next to me) who stood up first and I saw they contemplated for a minute than took the row B seats. then Zawir was like, "Pindah duduk durang ah" and I said "Yeah" and remember feeling really offended and embarrassed.
Earlier before the movie, me and Zawir had our dinner at Burger King and our burgers had onion rings in it.
So, I was thinking, was it my breath? was it stinking too much for the mother to move seat?
or
was it my quiet laughter? yes, i have learned to control my 'barking' laugh to a quiet, shy laugh when I'm in the cinema.

Although I still enjoy the movie and was really into it, every time I cast my eyes to those two beings, it made me wonder what i did wrong?

I even almost confronted them when the movie ended! like, i was that embarrassed and did not appreciate their offensive manner!

But after that, as we walked out of the cinema, I thought, it's not me. it's just that mother being 'annoyed' with me somehow. She's the one with the problem, not me.
If I stink, I am sorry.
If i laugh too much or giggle at every little bit (coz I'm probably some crazy nutter who cannot control my imagination), I am not sorry for that.
Coz, lets face it 'mother' of someone. if you want peace and quiet while watching a movie in a public cinema, I suggest, you don't.
I suggest, it is better for you to watch them at home. later, when the HD version of the movie is release in DVD format, yeah?

Because what you did was very offensive. and no manner. 

I know I am to blame if i have bad breath but if its because of my laughing, that's just..go home, woman!

. . .

a/n: I could go on about how maybe she had some OCD and I shouldn't be saying things about her but still, I have never been so humiliated in public! and I am sure to go on about this again when I'm reminded of it. #MannersIsForAll

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Having a Guy Friend

I used to have a couple more guy friends (other than my old classmates from high school) through out the years.

but now, noted the 'used to'? 
Yeah
I didn't type that wrong.

I distanced myself from them because they have a girlfriend and she is jealous AF.
or as some Bruneian love to say, "Penjeles Kan Mati".

I understand pulang. I understand how they feel. Aku kan perempuan jua.
But I hope these 'ladies' also understand the reason I stayed away was because aku menjaga hati durang supaya inda 'continue' kan jeles-jeles lagi. 
Not because i Have feelings for your boyfriend.
I am usually a neutral person, yg when a guy friend ada girlfriend and he brings her to our group outing, I usually treat her like she's one of us too. 
but these ladies usually maintain a cool facade and i think i'm not that dumb to not take a hint. like, awu, boyfriend mu, ambil chia~~

Now these couples are married and I think I was blocked from the guys' IGs too. 

I just feel sorry that our friendship ended that way.

But seriously guys, it's not you, it's your wife.

hahaha

take a chill pill.

Maybe it's because aku single kali. maybe I, somehow, mengeluarkan aura 'desperate' for a husband or something that makes them think that I'm after their partners.

Are you for real?

Yes, of course I wana get married too and have a husband but woman, I am not that desperate. Banyak lagi lelaki Korea for me to pick from; example, SHINee has 5 member I could choose out from. *ketawa gulik-gulik pasal pakai example lelaki Korea*

So, to my other guy friends yg girlfriends durang are my another extension of friends, you guys punya girlfriends are the awesome-st kerana memahami erti persahabatan (or dalam bahasa Inggeris nya: for understanding the meaning of friendship).

and just a little foot note: When I like a guy (like a crush or something), I can hardly utter a single word in front of him. So, if you see/hear me chatting away lively and/or enthusiastically, that is not it.

to those who think that this post is somewhat insensitive and thought "She's single. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Wait till she's in their shoes" well, maybe you are right. but why don't you give it a thought or two; how do you live with such insecurities? how do you live without trust? If that was the case, shouldn't you be single?

. . .

See this hunk?

Yeah, it's him I want.

You and your protective ass can chill.

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