Friend or Girlfriend?

Hello readers, good day.

Hope everyone started their day up with a happy tune, just like I did. Although I am currently suffering from eyesore on my right eye. I don't know why, probably because of my contacts lens wasn't cleaned properly the day before. Or probably over exposed to the hair warmer yesterday while colouring my hair.

Yes. I coloured my hair after being persuaded by Gulahati.

Well before I start on my hair journey, on Thursday night I watched The Last Air Bender with Gulahati. Nice story, and apparently it's going to be another saga as the story was sort of hanging. I don't want to spoil by telling the story line as some of you may have not watched it.

Yesterday we went to One Utama with the purpose of having lunch. But it's been a while Gulahati had the idea of rebonding his hair since he plans on keeping his hair long. So after lunch at Simply Penang we wondered around looking for hair saloon with affordable price and good service. On Thursday evening I asked my friends on Facebook and mostly recommended me saloon in Bangsar which is out my usual hang out area.

We didn't really wondered around as we only surveyed 2 shops. First shop we went, rebonding cost around 450 ringgit for short hair? Expensive. I don't mind paying, but 450 ringgit for a hair do is undoubtedly expensive. I might earn millions of cents but I think anything above 350ringgit for hair is just too much.

Then we ended up at Infinity Saloon, top floor beside Celebrity Fitness, opposite Burger King. 

It started with Gulahati and his hair rebonding project.

Gulahati on the seat far end waiting for his turn

While waiting for his hair to be done, I called a few girlfriends but none was available to accompany my yawning through Gulahati's hair process. An hour later, Gulahati asked me "You don't want to colour your hair?" 

I was like. "I want to but I don't know what colour to choose from."

Then we got the stylist to bring us the colour catalog and Grace my soon-to-be stylist (as I was still deciding whether want to do my hair or not), chosed 2 colours. One for full hair colour, the other one for my highlights.

Sat and think. 

Gulahati convinced me that it's a turn on and it's hot, so I did went on with it.

I don't think I need to post pictures of the process of making our hairs, as we look ridiculous with the plastic sheets, and aluminium foils on our head. Although Gulahati did snap a lot of my pictures looking like a complete dork, as a revenge of me snapping his pictures looking like a Star Trek character with the plastic ear covers (to those who get their hair rebond or colour would understand what plastic ear covers I'm referring to)

But there is one picture of him I would like to share, as I think he look so cute.

Right before the moisturizing treatment

(After treatment he looks better, don't worry)

He's just so funny and never fail to get me laughing like a dork on my chair beside him.

It's fun being pampered once in a while like this.

I don't really remembered what colour I chose for my hair. As I just agreed with the stylist when Gulahati said it look nice. So just let the picture below explain it all.

Blonde highlights with don't know what colour as the base.

(Apparently it looks different at night, and striking in the morning)

After getting our hair done, we went off to Mid Valley for dinner and do a little shopping. Gulahati bought himself a Nike Air Force One that just arrived in stores 3 days ago. A very nice blue squeaky sneakers, me love!

Had our dinner and decided to watch a movie.

We watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice. It's been a while since I watched Nicholas Cage movies.

Overall the movie was nice. Not as interesting as The Last Air Bender. But the thing that caught my attention in The Sorcerer's Apprentice was a question in the movie.

"He (Dave) asks in a note if she’s (Becky) interested in him as a friend or a girlfriend."

I just think it was so sweet of him to ask that question when he was only like what, 9 years old? Oh young love.

Waiting for someone to asked me that is like waiting an antidote for insanity. 

Oh well, have a splendid weekend Loves.

Sidenotes:

Took a very long time finishing this post, started this post at 11am but stop half-way for lunch at Pizza Hut with Gulahati.

I love my new hair, thanks to Gulahati for being so persuasive and convincing.

Hope my eyesore doesn't get any worst. Ouch.

(In this picture it doesn't look so striking, look as if I didn't colour at all)

Hope he loves his new hair-do too. (Well it doesn't look all spiky like the picture below, as we forgotten to take a proper picture)

I could stuck a lifetime with this guy, seriously he's just so funny.

Oh Gulahati =)

Always try your best to get whatever you love, otherwise you will be forced to love whatever you get.

When I told him it's time to take a risk, I told him despite of anything and everything I hope he's the one I could trust my heart with.

Well he proved it well last night, although the truth hurts but at least he was honest about it rather than lie straight to my face.

So step one, in working things out is working out perfectly fine.

Step two, is mutual understanding. Which I am still working it out on my part. I could be very sensitive and spoilt sometimes. Something apparently he doesn't give in to.

Step three? Well there is no step three as I don't think relationships should be followed by rules or guidelines provided in self-help book section. It is something you discover and something you learn by yourself. (Okay how many something must I mention here in a sentence...)

Just like I did last weekend.

I found out Gulahati could be very stern and strict at times.

Like very strict and almost sound like my mother that night.

It's been a while since someone scolded me like that. Almost scared the crap out of me.

Enough of crapping, move on to what's been happening the whole of last week.

Monday to Thursday, mostly spend with Gulahati.

Friday spent my time at the sticker shop until 7 am the next morning fixing body sticker for Gulahati's Autoshow car.

Saturday off to KL Tower Autoshow.

Sunday, suffered from constipation.

Pictures? All loaded on my Flickr album on the side of this blog page. Too many for me to load it in a post. By the way, I had the Flickr album for quite some time. It's just that I didn't bother to use it much. But since with all the events I'm attending I figured out yesterday, why not put it in use again right? So you may encounter ugly ancient pictures of me back then.

Will update the online album soon when I actually do have the time to do so.

Yesterday Monday, well had a normal day and dinner with Gulahati and a wonderful time laced with love. 

Anyway...

Sometimes it's hard to get it into someone's head that not everything is meant to be. But in my case, everything is worth a try.

Life must go on, despite of everything that's coming your way.

You're at the verge of dying, it's either you're dead or not.

The traffic-light is red, it's either you stay or go ahead.

The food is cold, it's either you heat it up or eat it straight.

It's raining outside, use an umbrella or run through it.

Life is not about making the right choice or the right moves. It's actually more to what's best for yourself. Sometimes what is good for you might be harm for others. Sometimes what makes you happy, bring tears to the other person. Sometimes, everything doesn't seem to be enough.

It's not easy to please everyone but sometimes people just doesn't seem to get it.

I hope everything would settle down soon, because as calm as I try to be I don't want to be hypocrite that I am sad.

Have a great week ahead Everyone.

Sidenotes:

I may not be the one for you, but I would like to make your life worthwhile with me. I hope you're happy for now my dear Gulahati.

1) By the way KFC drive-thru Kota Kemuning, care to explain why you wasted all the spoons on me?

Funny as I opened the plastic the other day after doing my laundry and discovered more than 8 spoons given for me to eat my Whipped Potato.

If only their manager know the workers being wasting stuff like that.

2) Sorry for starting the week with a boring post, having mental-block at the moment.

Eryn, are you Single? I don't know.

Before I do continue on today's second post, click on the picture below to understand the whole story.

It's not the first time I've been getting that particular question asking me to clarify my relationship status.

In fact before I was asked today by F, a few other people texted me on my phone asking me the same question.

"Like who's Gulahati?"

A few others spotted me over here and there with this particular guy, skinny, lanky, small-eyes just like me and rambled over my Facebook wall about it. With the same particular guy over shopping malls and cinemas.

It's either I have busybody friends or I am just so famous like that. The funny thing was, neither one who spotted me came over and say Hi Eryn, or like Hey, what are you doing here?

Instead they decided to come up with speculations and gossip about it among my friends. So for the last time, I want to clear things off. 

When I mentioned Gulahati, it's consists of my "loved ones, family and close friends".

So it could be Gulahati or GulahatiS with a S. 

About my relationship status on Facebook, it's going to be single until I actually tie the knot which is not anytime soon.

Like years to come. Probably not going to happen neither, might die single with what I'm going through now.

Because it's so complicated like that. But I am contented with what I have now. 

For now, I'm happy with my Gulahati and GulahatiS as they never fail to cheer me up when I need them around me.

By the way...

Let me go in on this particular thing I’m starting to see people do on Facebook that is getting on my last nerve. It’s not so much the people who are doing it so much as it is the reaction to the people who are doing it. So yeah, those people, whoever you are, pay attention. I have something to tell you.

All you girls out there who want to leave a comment on your girlfriend’s wall after she announces she is “In A Relationship”, cut it out. Stop. Enough with the “Yeaaaahhhh girl!” and the “Awwwwww”‘s. Save some of that for when you actually see them in person, or the phone call you two are going to have. I mean, that is your real-life friend, right? You do have her phone number, right? You do see her every now and then in real life, right? If your answer to any of these questions are no, then guess what? You have no business commenting on their relationship status update, even if it’s a happy one.

And all you guys out there who want to leave some subliminal message on her status update, with something like, “Another one bites the dust” or something smart like that, you cut it out too.

This is what Facebook has done, it’s reduced the significance of a relationship to something as trivial as a few clicks of the mouse, not because of the relationship status option itself, but the audience replying to the update.

The option of a person’s status has been given since the days of the Friendster Profile or Myspace, so really, we’re not looking at something entirely new here. What is new is the freaking comment section to follow it, so now, whenever we do want to casually update our relationship status just to make sure our profile is accurate with up-to-date information, we look like we’re trying to get the attention of others. And others are giving attention to us when in fact, we may not really want people to praise us just because we’re no longer screwing with other people (according to the status), just one.

As a result, girls are now pining for their men in real lives to represent on Facebook if for no other reason than to get blown up on their wall by all their girlfriends and show up in the time line of their former man who may or may not have lost a good thing. Meanwhile men are being pressured to do something they know really has no bearing on their actions. We’re pretty sure Beyonce said if we really like her we’ll put a ring on it, now we have to put a relationship status update on it too? Fine. Whatever makes her happy and gives the guy more time, we don’t care, because if we’re the type of man who creeps, we’re not doing it on the Internet, we’re doing it in real life. Everyone knows a real side piece doesn’t get the friend request.

If girls really wanted to gloat about their recent takeover of a man’s life, they would know the whole Relationship Status update thing is so 2006. With all the limited profile options, such information can now get hidden, so if he’s the type to creep, he knows how to appease your wishes while at the same time making himself look available. In 2010, the real relationship signifier has now shifted over into the Profile Picture. Any man can put down he’s in a relationship. That ain’t about nothing. But if a man puts up a profile pic of her with another girl, he’s making it loud and clear: Game over.

Quit commenting on a person’s simple old Relationship Status. If they’re in a relationship and you’re genuinely happy for them, call them or email them on the side. Don’t comment on it because the only thing I care about less than so-and-so now being in a relationship, is the person who is happy so-and-so just got into a relationship.

Sidenotes:

Some say "You changed your relationship status online. Now it must be serious."

It doesn't work that way for me.

Tee-hee =)

What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?

Had a sleepless night yesterday (I think it's been numerous times I start my post with this line, it seems like I never have a peaceful sleep, haha).

Tossed and turned and roll-over like a rabbit burned its tail. Yes all fluffy yet with a hint of smoked-ass. Hate it when my heart and my mind is not at par, and that leads to my body going astray. Went to bed thinking of what I said during the day and regretted actually saying it.

Sometimes the mouth says things I don't want to, in order for someone to be happy. But at the same time I wished the things I said didn't come true so that I'll be happy. Sometimes we're merely selfish people. 

But yesterday I decided not to be selfish, because I just want to be good  for once.

Crossed fingers and twitched my eyes whole day and  hope I was making the right decision.

Which I thought I did, but in the end resulted to a sleepless night battled with pillows, the bed, blanket and myself.

If only the pillows could talk, he would say "Your tears are pretty salty Eryn and stop hugging me that hard."

If the bed could talk last night, he would say "Sleeping on this side of the bed is not going to cure anything."

If the blanket could talk, he would say "Covering yourself up with me is not going to make you feel any better neither."

It's funny how I always thought myself as a tough-cookie and not letting small things bugs me out. But when it really hit my nerves, I realised just like any other girls I am very sensitive.

Like very.

I'm not even going to get mad anymore. I just got to learn to expect the lowest from people I thought the highest of. 

Letting myself breathe, because I realised I haven't been breathing lately. Brain merely functioned on persuasive heart and things that I thought was enough for me.

One form of loving is when you want the best for someone, whether it includes you or not. So as long as everyone's happy, I'm happy.

Happy Monday everyone.

Sidenotes:

Someday someone might come into your life in a way you've always wanted.

If your someday was yesterday, learn.

If your someday is tomorrow, hope.

If your someday is today, cherish.

Fedoras Hats are Sexy.

It's raining heavily as I typed this. 

Like so heavy, I could barely see the road at a glance as I tilt my head peeking across the computer screen.

Anyway, hello everyone.

How's your weekend so far? Good? Tiring? Full of happiness or just plain boring? 

Mine?

Sitting down with a restless heart worrying about something I should not be worried about.

But a risk taker as usual, let the day worry itself and let this fake smile covers up my worn heart. 

Had a Chicken Day yesterday.

Eat too much chicken until I pooped out an egg this morning.

Went out with Gulahati to Sunway Pyramid, for what random normal people do on a weekend. 

Lunch and movie.

Out of all the shops in Sunway Pyramid, we ended up having lunch at Kenny Rogers. Usual 1/4 chicken meal with 3 side dishes. Ate like a pig because I went out without having any breakfast.

After lunch, we went and watch movie. 

Ong Bak 3 : The Final Battle

(Yes, I know it's a bit tad late for us to watch it and it was Gulahati choice)

For start, I did not watch the first and second installation of the movie. But he convinced me that it's not like Twilight Saga and I don't have to watch the first and second to understand the third one. So I just agreed and watched it. First 20 minutes was okay as all the martial arts jumping and clenching fists got my adrenaline pumping. But then it starts to bug me out as trying to read the subtitles (I don't speak Thailand) at the same time trying to watch the movie is like trying to rap and drink water through your nostrils.

Trust me, the movie was boring. But I stayed up along the movie until it finishes. As I turned my head, Gulahati was sleeping. 

Yes, sleeping.

Hate it when guys sleep during a movie when it starts to get a bit boring. I myself, would stay and watch until the movie finishes in order to make sure the money I paid for the tickets are worth it. But oh guys, they don't seem to value things as much as we girls do.

After movie, we got bored so we went shopping!

Okay probably the exclamation ( ! ) mark sounds a bit exaggerating as we only bought one item after walking aimlessly for an hour.

Gulahati wanted to buy a hat. 

Then we stumbled across some super-cool looking hats at Wild Channel. I am not, by nature, a hat person, but I wish with all my heart that I was, but they just don't look right on me. But Gulahati, on the other hand, found a few that I really liked (and he did, too, once I told him that he looked good in them, powers of persuasion).  The ones we were so attracted to were fedoras, the hat you think of when you think of Frank Sinatra. 

Love, love, love it. 

I like the fedora of the 1940s-50s best, especially since the 1970s-80s brought the longer-brimmed one that you often see paired with a zoot suit and a feather in the band. This is a throwback from the 1920s "gangster/mafia" fedora.

After browsing the shelves, Gulahati tried several on that he really liked, and bought one yesterday.  

Here he is, the man in the dark-grey-almost black one I got for him.

He is so going to kill me for this candid picture.

So Jason Derulo-lah!

(an inside joke only he understands)

After bored of walking aimlessly again, we went for a potato snack : Ireland Potatoes. A small barrel of potatoes which cost RM 8.80. Expensive to me, but heck it was delicious. Order the ones with Honey Mustard dressing, but someone so brilliant, Gulahati decided to add chili sauce and I ended up fuming my tongue with a burning-sensation.

We catched another movie again after that, and for the sake of supporting our local film, we watched Mantra. It wasn't scary, actually but it did managed to keep me awake a few times last night at wee-hours of the morning. 

Now I am cracking my back as I type this. 

After movie we went to Meru, Klang for the best Chicken-Soto proclaimed by Gulahati. 

As who don't have a clue what's Chicken-Soto, it's erm...cubes of rice, with fried rice-noodles, chicken floss and chicken soup? 

Haha, I don't know if my explanation is even right. But yes, it was awesome-ly tasty! The soup is very clear, non-gravy like but the taste was, well you have to try it then you have a clue what I'm talking about. Forget to take picture of it. 

Okay enough of babbling, I shall go eat my super-late-lunch now.

Have a great week ahead people.

Sidenotes:

All this dieting, made me less craving for meals. Hungry yet I just couldn't force food down my throat.

Oh hope I wake up skinny tomorrow and the days to come.

Mmmm whatcha say, Gulahati?

What a day I had last night. Screaming, yelling and singing to Jason Derulo songs. Oh yes, I was there like a true groupie-fan. Let the best pictures I'd chosen to load below speaks for themselves.

I watched the whole press conference at Skybar, Traders Hotel.

When night falls, I watched the whole showcase at Dragonfly. 

Okay to make you extra jealous, here's one of the video recorded.

As you're reading this some might say, lucky her.

Yes, lucky me.

I watched the whole press conference and showcase, from my handphone after bluetooth-ed it last night. Thanks to Gulahati who was in charged for the whole press conference and showcase last night. Thats the benefit of working in an event management company. You get to work yet watch performances. 

Actually I really wanted to go, and was waiting for the tickets from my friend, Zash. But since there's no feedback I didn't bother to ask much from him.

Last night, Gulahati wanted to bring me over there too, but he was busy and had to be there from the beginning of the showcase till the end. So he couldn't come over and pick me up.

So I did my own business and accompanied my friends to pick up some document in Subang and on my way I received a text message from Zash.

"Where are you?"

Thought that he texted me just to annoy and remind me he's at Dragonfly and waiting for Jason to throw him his boxers to the crowd, I called him straight.

"Yea, yea..I know you're watching Jason Derulo. Oh shut up."

Then he replied, "Last minute, my boss couldn't make it. Do come now."

"What??"

I grumbled.

Well as much as I wanted to go, I was only dress in my jeans and t-shirt and was already on the way for dinner at Ara Damansara.

Oh well, in Malay we say "Tak ada rezeki la tu...", in other words, "Just my luck.."

After dinner, I went home straight and cuddled with my blanket. Called Gulahati and he said he was on his way coming back home and asked me out for supper.

Of course without hesitation I said yes, since I was bored.

In the car, he told me. 

"To screw up your Thursday morning (since it was already midnight), let me show you something"

Thinking he was going to show me something that really going to get on my nerve, I was mentally prepared.

Ta-da!

Videos and pictures of Jason Derulo's press conference and showcase.

Thank god I love him. Or else that Nokia e71 of his would be thrown out of the window, for making me jealous he got to say hi to Jason when it was supposed to be me over there giving Jason a hug.

After supper, Gulahati wants to eat Durian. So we stopped and bought a durian. Asked the Uncle who sells the durian to carved it open for us, put it in the car and off we go looking for a place to eat.

Well he ate it most of it. I only took a bite.

Went home, back cuddling with my blanket and snoozed till this morning.

Okay, thats about it.

Have a nice day everyone.

Before I end this post let me leave you with a phrase I read yesterday evening.

"When we are happy some people will not like it. They will try to disapprove our happiness. They will say it will not last. They will take great pleasure looking for the cracks in our worlds. Just smile at these people, for they know not what we know."

Sidenotes:

I am very Contented with my loved ones around me.

Oh by the way, Gulahati means Sweetheart in English.

Gula = Sweet, Hati = Heart.

It's time to take a risk, sweetheart.

Had a hard time sleeping last night.

Cam-whoring is a healthy way to cure boredom

Firstly because I was bored, someone in the house broke the TV. Came back home and saw the TV on the floor and I thought the house was robbed or someone argued in the living room and tossed the TV like WWE show.

Apparently some itchy-itchy-scratchy hand went and press the off button which wasn't supposed to be touched at all. Now I need to sleep somewhere with a TV or else I'll die out of boredom. I still could live without food but heck no TV? Well it's not as chronic as no hand phone. That's another different story.

When I'm bored my mind tends to wonder elsewhere. I started to think over the phone conversations I had over during the day and I was sort of bothered by it. Deeply bothered by it. I did eventually fall asleep in the end. 

Oh well, I guess it's time to take a risk sweetheart.

Wishes everyone a good day today. With lots of sunshine and love on the side line.

Sidenotes:

Received comments in Facebook inbox asking me to turn on my Comment option on my blog. Sorry to say but I don't blog to receive comments nor expect people to give their two cents on my posts. I don't expect people to read it neither. But I do welcomed feedbacks on my Facebook. That's why my Facebook is a little bit private to me.

But come to think of it, nothing is ever private on the net. Once it's on the wire it's everywhere.

It's funny too finding strangers telling me they like my blog. I think it's just a normal almost daily rambling of my day and night..

Just like this message I received yesterday.

With all the good and bad comments (well mostly good), I'm kind of surprised I'm not an action figure by now.