Whimsical Love.

It's funny to thing time and over again, how I'm attached to certain things in my life. Mostly they were things or "creatures" a.k.a humans or beings that makes me feel like crap but then again, they did gave me a sense of completion. I don't remember how many times we've talked about this on my blog. Mmmmm..Hmm.

Lately, life is good. 

So good where everyday feels like a day in the sun picking up daffodils.

I am happy and contented for now with what's been going on lately.

*Love is shining brightly in Shah Alam.

*Gained new friends each day via blog, the never ending Facebook and through work place.

*Enemies turned into friends. (Funny how I quoted enemy in plural form, I hope the number of enemies I have are not more than my 10 small fingers.)

Yesterday was my off day from work. For the first time ever, I stayed home whole day watching my loved one playing his Medieval War game. He bought lunch consists of something I don't eat, but I ate a little out of love. But we had a nice simple dinner consists of best street burger I ever tasted in Shah Alam around midnight with my favourite bottle of Grapefruit Gatorade and him with his orange juice. It's either iced Milo, or orange juice for him everytime we go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. I did asked why orange juice? He said, "Because I smoke, so I need the Vitamin C". Funny. If you know smoking is that hazardous dear, then stop smoking.

Why am I blogging this and trying to bore you readers with my soapy, sappy, lovey-dovey Monday?

Because this is the first time ever I felt happy, staying home doing house chores, watching my significant other playing his addictive war game and only went out to buy dinner. Usually, doesn't matter if I'm on holiday or not, ideal way to spend my time is walking aimlessly for movie or lunch or dinner and splurge money on RM15 parking fee. 

Didn't know a day of resting in the house with your loved one could be something happy as well. Shall do it more often next time onwards.

So yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the toilet, cleaned the room. Starting to get annoyed with housemates that doesn't seem to care about hygiene or cleanliness of the house. I mean how could they cooked, and eat in a messed up kitchen. I got mad and wrote a note, although it sounds childish but I just wanted them to get the message that I am mad. They did behaved for half of the day before they started to annoy me at night when I tried to sleep.

Banging the house door in and out at 3am in the morning? When I was half asleep finding my way through dreamland. I got mad and woke up groggily, and asked my loved one to call my  mobile phone. I didn't know why I did that, but listening to his voice did calm me down and put me back to sleep 10 minutes later.

Woke up today feeling sleepy. Currently at work, while I am blogging this. About to go buy lunch in a while, probably something light, although I am hungry. Dumb as it may sounds, I don't like eating alone. It is just pathetic. 

Missing everyone back in KL loads, each and everyone of you.

Love you guys a lot and of course, always.

Sidenotes:

Yesterday my loved one wanted to put my number under his Friend Finder list, to check on me, to know know where I am or whether I am lying if I said I am at home. So he asked, "Whats your number?"

I was like, "Sheesh, you don't remember my number?"

Told him I do remember his, and he asked "Ok, what's my number then?"

"Err, 016- ****346"

"No, that's wrong, it's 436", he said.

I was like, "Whatever, at least I did get the first 3 numbers right."

Before he left the house he said, "Dear, I do remember your first 3 numbers too".

With that innocent look on his face, "It's 016".

Thank god, love conquers the madness I had at that moment, and decided just to smile at him.

This is what I call a Whimsical Love.

The baffles begins.

Sometimes people leave comments on this site, and they make me laugh, because:

a) What are you doing here if you don't like me

b) Based on what I've already written here, is it not clear that I'm going to make fun of you if you say something bad about me and you say it in a way that makes you sound stupid?  

Because dude, if you come here, read some stuff, and then leave a comment with bad grammar and weird words, I'm sorry.  Game on.

Anyway, let us skip all that and move on to today's post.

All of us wonder about our significant other's past in the back of our minds. OK, maybe in the front of our minds. The things men wonder about are probably similar to what women wonder about. And the strange thing is, if I could have access to this information about my significant other's past, I'm not even sure what I'd want to hear. 

Here are the questions I ponder, and the answers (I think) I'd like to hear:

What is your "number"?

That number would make me think.

How many serious relationships have you had?

When do you start counting serious relationships? My longest relationship is sitll my high school sweetheart-- one year. I was a completely different person then. Are there a certain amount of "mistakes" or "experiences" someone needs to make in love before they are ready to get serious?

Do you want to be that person your significant other "learns the ropes" with? There are many times where a more experienced dater might become exasperated with an inexperienced dater. I'm still learning the dynamics of space in a relationship, for example. On the other hand, you don't want someone to have a whole bunch of exes in their wake. That just adds to the inventory of the annoying ex they are still friends with or that one that all their friends wishes they were still with. You never want too many of those.

And are you comfortable being the second person someone say they "love,". The fourth? Do you believe that a person can fall in love more than once?

How long was your longest relationship?

If someone has a series of 2 and 5 month relationships, they probably haven't learned enough. It's tough, too, when you get into a relationship with someone who has a big fat 5-10 year relationship under their belt. It takes a while to get over those, and sometimes you have to compete with them. Even if they are clearly over a past long relationship, it's still intimidating when they've been a part of something that intense.

After debating the "correct" answers, I realize that the answer might lie in relativity to the daters. I would feel most comfortable with someone who had a similar number of relationships as I have in their past, a number of sexual partners slightly higher or lower than mine, and whose longest relationship is slightly longer or shorter than mine. But perhaps there are people out there who actually feel more comfortable when someone has much higher or lower numbers than them.

According to my preferences, we should look for people with common romantic pasts. Perhaps this works out naturally, and the discussion never comes up about our pasts. And, if people are really in love, maybe people with contrasting romantic pasts can overcome those differences.

Are these details actually things you don't want to know? Do you ever lie about the numbers for these questions? And what do you prefer for these questions about your significant other, and why? Is this information even something we should be entitled to know?

Short notes:

The past is the past, what matters is now. 

The future? 

I'll let 5-7 years time takes it's course, baby.

Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.

I woke up this morning thinking today would be just another 14th February.

My previous ex boyfriend doesn't celebrate Valentines Day as he thinks it contradicts the teaching of our religion. I, myself don't celebrate Valentines Day usually but I do look forward to chocolates and flowers as it gives the thought that you're being loved for that one special day.

Few days ago, when I asked him "What are we doing this Sunday?" He said he don't know. I asked him twiced hinting that I do want to celebrate this miserable Sunday of the year, all I got was "Hehe." So finally yesterday he told me "I'll take you out for lunch tomorrow ok?"

Lunch. Not that I was expecting it to be the most romantic lunch I ever had but since it was Valentines Day, I thought it would be somewhere special. But that's not how we started of the celebration today. I woke up around 12pm and ended up arguing over the phone about something that he quoted me off the night before.

Sheesh. My heart broke like crumbs of an egg tart. All the thoughts I had for this perfect Sunday starting to taste like bad lemon and dust mixed with laxative. Heart felt sour and a little of minty feeling scratched with sand paper. Word just popped out of thin air waiting for me to attacked him with series with smses.

But apparently I did not do that. I just couldn't get mad although inside my heart it was raining with lightning of anger and drench with a storm of tears. I just told him, "Just come over, then we'll go out." He came around 2 pm, and waited for me to get done an hour later. After I was done, then he just spilled his heart out talking shits about what he wanted for the future. Future as in 5-7 years time of range that he's referring to. None of the things he planned in that 5-7 years time involved me in it. I was devastated, thinking why he think I am thinking too much of this relationship. Of course as a female creature with feelings and devoted emotions, I do want good things out of this relationship that we're having now.

I cried. He then straightens things out with me and we decided to take things slow, and driving the "Que Sera Sera" moto into this relationship. Whatever will be, will be. As the future aren't ours to see.

Drama continues up until 7 pm. With intervals of him looking at the Starcraft trailer which he had to reload it twice as I accidently pulled the cable from the laptop. (He is an addict gamer, where games + laptop comes 2nd after his car. I wonder which rank I am in his life though, or am I even numbered on the list)

Ended up having lunch at 7 pm. 12 hours of starvation from the last time we had our dinner. While waiting for our food, I noticed we were sitting at the table number 14. Table number 14 on 14th of February. Well, merely a coincidence I supposed.

Then we're off to KL as we decided to watch movie at Pavilion. Holy cow, it was a huge crowd over at the cinema. Most of them were watching Chinese New Year flicks, while the couples hit the movie called Valentines Day. We decided to watch The Wolfman. Bought the 1.30 am show, and had 4 hours of free time before the movie started. To kill time, we walked through the streets of KL, consists of Bukit Bintang pavement and everything thats along the way.

Noticed many couples went on colour coordinated dress theme. Some wore "couple-tee". Me and him? We just dress up as how we do normal in everyday lives. It is just a day to celebrate over a movie and dinner with someone, I just don't get it why some couple have to go to the extreme to show to the world that they're together. No offence to readers who actually did whatever I just mentioned. Movie ended around 3.30 am. Overall, the movie was allright, and I did jumped from my seat a couple of times as it did got a little violent in certain part of the movie. We then went to A&W in PJ as he haven't been there for years for dinner cum supper.

No flowers. No exquisite dining. No gifts.

But I felt happy to be the centre of attaction in his mind, knowing that few hours of holding hands meaning I was loved by someone. It felt good during that particular moment.

Thanks Eddy for making today as a day to remember by.

Used to be confused over the situation, I hope I am not now.

Sidenotes:

I know he loves me too. Probably not now, but in the near future.

Perhaps?

Fabulous February with a little trip on E.

Apparently this blog is updated once a week now.

Previously, I've been giving reason that I haven't paid my internet bill, lack of time, been petty over trivial matters and etc.

But today I've came up with a new reason on why I've been busy.

I found a new love in life. 

The "love" I'm speaking of here, is something I like to keep to myself and something for you guys out there to figure it out. It could be a person, a thing, a being, or a new hobby I've been indulging myself into. But basically this "love" been putting a smile on my face throughout the day of this week. Although it's been a month since I've comprehend things over with this "love" of mine but only for the past 1 week I'm taking this "love" of mine seriously.

Damn, I love putting everyone in a state of confusion.

Even I myself got confused over time whats been going on lately.

But overall, I'm happy.

I hope everyone is happy as well. Speaking of happiness, V-day and Chinese New Year is just around the corner. Shall kill chocolate fats by eating boxes of Mandarin oranges. Would like to wish everyone a very Happy Chinese New Year and to my loved ones Happy Valentines Day. It's about time before some extremist posting some cut and paste article on why we shouldn't celebrate V-day. But then I don't bother much as I am only looking forward to 14th February because I'll be off from work that day and I get to spend time with that new "love" of mine. 

Wishing everyone a great weekend ahead. To the ones celebrating V-day, it's not the gifts that matters, so don't overspend, love is not something to be bought with gifts. To the ones who celebrates Chinese New Year, don't drink too much and those ang-pows are not worth to be spending on the lottery machine either. Instead of striking it big and gain double happiness, you might strike double dose of bad luck. Haha.

Alright. As usual, I love each and everyone of you. 

Loads =)

Side notes:

Apparently some people still doesn't get it over the new change of relationship status on my Facebook.

This time baby I'll be bulletproof.

I know.

It's been a while since I blog.

Instead of giving reasons why I haven't been updating this page of mine, let us just sum it up that I've been procrastinating in paying my internet bills. Having a day off each week doesn't give me that much time either to settle errands and personal needs. I rather spend time with my loved ones on my day off, and accompany them settle their errands. Tee-hee.

It's been a month since I work, and today I received my salary slip. Not much as I don't work full month last January. Overall, satisfied and grateful for what I'm getting. But being an avid shopper, the numbers on my pay slip did put on a glitch on my face. I guess I just need to be a little more savvy-shopper instead of an avid one.

Zash said I am "little miss melancholic", as I do had a fair amount of bad experience for the past couple of months feeling hopeful over something that wasn't hoping for me back in return. What I know that, recently I've been attracting bad vibes to people around me. Mishaps, misfortune events happens when I'm out with someone. Apparently a particular someone whom seems dear to me.

A short post today, as I am stealing time over work to blog this. Shall and will TRY to update this baby of mine more. 

Hoped everyone will have a great weekend ahead, although it is just Thursday today.

Loving everyone loads.

Short notes:

All you do is fill me up with doubt.

Love me or loathe me?

Why are we here? Are we born to procreate and die? If so, should finding the perfect mate be our sole responsibility? Or, should personal goals be our primary concern? Most agree, the answer is in finding the appropriate balance. But, is that really possible?

How do two people balance each other out when they’re realistically standing on different beams? If the whole concept of a relationship is to work together and become one or one unit working on behalf of two, who’s personal goals become the priority of the unit?

Can two people, who have different personal goals or dreams coexist in a relationship without making sacrifices that will infect and eventually change ones own individual soul?

Can your love for another human being change the blueprint of what you thought your life should be about? And, if we only have one life to live, should we as people allow this to happen? It’s obvious that making sacrifices is an unavoidable obstacle in every relationship. But, as conscious human beings, aren’t we all silently keeping score?

So, where do you draw the line? In an ideal relationship, how many sacrifices does it take to stop you from loving someone or knowing they’re not “the one” for you?

On the flip side, how many times can you allow someone to give in to your needs before you start to lose respect for them? Sure, it’s a constant balancing act. But, at what point does love blur the lines so much that it starts to rob you of your own identity or make you feel like you’re stealing somebody else’s?

How can two people be true to themselves and do what’s best for the two? Are we all organically lonely people selfishly searching for someone to accompany us on our own journey we’ve planned for ourselves or is there a perfect match for each and every one of us?

Do soul mates really exist?

If you agree life is about finding the balance between self fulfillment and your commitment to another human being. Ask yourself this, if you were the only person or obstacle standing between your loved ones dream, would you risk losing them forever to allow them the opportunity to live it out?

Could you make that sacrifice?

If you didn’t, do you think the relationship could still survive?

Sidenotes:

Wanted to blog on what's been happening lately in my life, but still sorting out words to explain madness that's been going on everyday. I guess it's just enough to let my readers know that I am still alive and not dead yet, or else I wouldn't be blogging this.

This is a random post, not linked to my love life nor referring to anyone in specific.

I'm excited looking forward to salary day, although there's a lot to pay this first month.

If only barter system still exist, I would have trade whatever is there in my room for cash.

Including Q's cats. Haha.

Why every moment has to be so hard?

It's been a while since I last blog. That's because I haven't paid up my internet services. Since I always come back home from work feeling too tired to come online, I thought it would be such a waste paying up for the net if I am not home to use it. Oh, I do miss every single each and one of my faithful readers who left wonderful comments in my email and my Facebook inbox asking me why there's no daily updates recently. Life has been a hectic scheldule for the past few weeks. Waking early in the morning and back home past office hours everyday with only 1 day off per week. Tired, not that I'm complaining but I seem to be enjoying how things were lately.

As I am blogging this, I wonder how my weekends going to be. I'm taking Sunday off this week instead of Monday. I also wonder how am I going to managed my first pay. Need to pay for rent, the internet, "the this and the that". I miss certain people in my life lately too. M, D, the other two A's, T and S. I also miss AFJ, VNG, and few other friends. It's funny how I seem to be confusing people with all the initials I put in my blog. Some may think I am talking about certain someone, when actually sometime I wasn't even referring to a person at all. It's funny too why I do miss certain people when all they did gave me were heartbreaks and madness emotion-shock to my heart.

Today I had a thought. I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo." I am turning 23 this year and I still make decisions by going eeny-meeny-miney-mo when it comes to less-serious life situation such as where to eat, what to wear and etc. 

Okay. I am having writers-block moment for now. Shall continue with that thought when I regained self-conscious with my brain again.

Now let us move on to what's been happening lately to me for the past 2 weeks. Besides work, and feeling awesomely tired everyday, I seem to be amused with few other matters in my life. People, problem, heartaches come and go. Some left marks, some left me with more problem and some left me with temporary happiness. Meanwhile I was having a self-thought-battle with myself, few others seeks solace in me. Hoping for me to listen to their problems and expecting something brilliant or soothing comes out of my mouth. 

But then, what friends are for right?

I hope I could get through this temporary chaos in my life. If you stop driving me crazy probably I could and I will. 

Wishing everyone a happy weekend ahead. I hope I'll have one that filled with love, happiness and laughter.

And I hope it's not temporary.

As usual, I love everyone loads and always. Especially my dear Checimy.

Sidenotes:

Once internet is paid up, I promise more dumb-blonde rambling. Do hope writers-block be gone soon.

It's in our nature to forget what matters.

I haven't been blogging much due to my busy lifestyle lately. Tired and lack of fun time, but it's good since I could get some time off diverting my mind doing something else rather than dwelling myself to tears for the past couple of months. However, through the midst of "busy-ness", I still have the time off to think of everything that's been happening lately in my life.

It's in our nature to forget what matters.

As I sat down yesterday, thinking of the problem I've been having, I realized that I actually contributed to the problem as well for the past couple of months. Sometimes when we thought we were doing the right thing for the benefit of everyone, it's actually tearing up others without realizing it. I sent a text message yesterday to that someone that I was having problem with, saying I was sorry and after everything thats been going on I realized that it's my fault as well.

That someone didn't reply to my apology instead divert the "text-conversation" telling me about the back pain that someone is suffering after a long day of community project at school. Then told me "can we talk about this later?"

Time and again, I've said to that someone. I'll give that someone all the time that someone need in this world. I just wished that someone would accept my apology and slowly we sort things out together. I do think that someone is slowly accepting the whole forgiving-reconcile process because that someone has been nice to me lately. Probably because I was not being pushy for answers as I did all these while, and I only replied in happy-tone sentences when that someone replied to my questions.

I guess sometimes we do have to mellow down and be someone that the other person wants us to be in hoping to get something good in return. Although it hurts when things are not aligned as usual, but at least we're not screaming, shouting and yelling at each other like how it's been for the couple of weeks. No tears rolling neither for me for the past couple of days.

I don't believe in this statement before given by Q few weeks back, but I guessed time do heals all wounds. The bigger the wound, the longer time we need. Sadly, wound of the heart is not transpirable for the eyes to see, so I don't know how long is the length of time we need to be in the chapter of happy ending. But since I am busy with my life lately, I guess waiting wouldn't hurt me much after all.

Okay. Enough of self-rambling. Random thoughts that I have today when I wake up this morning however were consists of "Sushi, PES 2009, Secret Recipe Cheese Cake, Gatorade, Extra-Joss, Oreo, Sausage and Cheese Takoyaki,  and the number 13-5005 and 2978".

Go figure.

Short notes:

But when it comes to you, I can't decide. It's only a mater of time.

The Dumb Blonde Who Dyed Her Hair Black explains...

In a blink of an eye it's already Wednesday. I'm down with sore throat and a little bit of flu. Had a hard day yesterday, and went back feeling feverish. Was it due to stress because of work load or matters of the heart? Probably both.

All I need is time.

Meanwhile I had a wonderful dinner although my throat feels like I've chewed down a table spoon of sawdust this morning. I miss how things were before, but yet I need time to sort everything that's been bothering me at the moment. 

I'm just too tired to blog anything good right now as I had a long day. Someone sent a comment saying whatever I posted on my blog and the way of writing doesn't reflect myself as a Muslim girl. May I remind there's a disclaimer on the left on my sidebar saying, "Any posts or comments made by the writer are for fictional purposes only, and should only be taken in a fictional sense."

So it is up to the reader to interpret whatever they've read in here. Some took this blog like a funny nonsensical daily wimps from my alter-ego, which is Eryn Azrin. For a start I'm not blonde, but the way of writing my views on life, relationships, friends are just funny and crazy. I'm not saying blondes are stupid, but its just a trademark I've carried around for making dumb blonde statements like the Buffalo Chicken jokes, or ending every sentence with "That's hot". 

The reason why this blog is called The Dumb Blonde Who Dyed her Hair Black is because, I shared the same birthday as the famous blonde Marilyn Monroe. Not because I am living a blonde life, making dumb decisions and drink champagne as breakfast. 

People who know me well, should have known that this blog is just for the amusement for myself and people around me. So next time before anyone do leave any comment, please leave comments based on the piece that I'm writing on, the way I write, or quote me off something rational and logical. Thats what other people have been doing in here in case you haven't read their comments.

Sheesh. 

It's funny how people tend to be judgemental over someone by just reading a few sentence off her blog or something she posted on Facebook.

So what if I don't join the group, MENENTANG PENGGUNAAN NAMA ALLAH OLEH GOLONGAN BUKAN ISLAM, We Love Islam & Muslims World (Invite Muslims & Spread Islam ) ♥♥, and decided to tick event invites to Zouk KL and Frisk party over at Frangipani?

Does that mean I'm going to hell or a bad person, or maybe someone you can't trust? Sometimes I eventually tick everything on my wall because by saying no or maybe you actually have to decide between both. So I just go online and tick, tick, tick for the sake of unclouding (if theres such word) my wall on Facebook.

Another issue I am having, is people tend to misquote me of here and there lately. Well that's another topic I shall blog on soon.

So please don't make issues out of nothing. I am turning 23 year old this year and I think I'm legal by age to think for my own years ago and make decisions on what I want.

What you got or have against me seriously?

Short notes:

I'm tired, but yet I am trying to work it out.

First Moan-day of the Year One-Oh.

Yesterday, I said I was going to blog at night and was all in chirpy-fruity-loops-cheery mood as I had a Saturday full of happiness. But I think I was taken as a fool in happiness instead of being full of happiness. Apparently someone doesn't know how to count his blessings when he was given some.

What the heck you think I am? I effing wait for you like 1 whole month plus 6 hours at the airport and you decided to blow me off on Sunday? Am I someone you took on a roller coaster ride? All fun and jiggly but step out feeling nauseous and with head-thumping-temple-clouding?

I don't know what sense am I talking about as I am typing this. I don't know what I did to deserve listening to your lies. Starting to wonder what is right, wrong, the truth or lies. And you fucking dare told me that I should have TRUST you when you said you're going to call me and meet me when you come back?

Fuck. In less than 24hours time you decided to fuck up again with me.

I thought we can try to be better this time.

I don't know whether I should hate you. I don't know why am I still waiting.

I don't know what to feel now.

Please is all I'm asking for.

Short notes:

Probably you just love seeing me like this. But hey, if I could have waited 1 month and 6 hours for Saturday to happen, what makes you think I couldn't wait another day, month or maybe year?