📝 Jun 2025

Been 2 days of showering without shampoo. I couldn’t continue anymore. Today I worked quite a bit, unlike the 2 previous days. Also I experimented with another way of applying conditioner. Previously I applied the conditioner at the end of the shower after everything. This time I did shampoo -> scrub rinse hair -> conditioner -> body soap -> rinse body -> face cleanser -> rinse face. By the time I finished everything, the conditioner had been rinsed off along the way. I wonder if I got over rinsing.

You know toxic fragile masculinity running deep when being asked to hold onto or hug my handbag while in car. That was when I had left in on the passenger seat while I was adding water into the water tank beneath the hood. And that's right! Even in a car and nobody else watching. I kid you not that it was threatening on the mental level. I could understand that feeling exactly cuz I used to be the same. I wonder does sis understand this?

In Brew House, I got annoyed despite me not showing on the surface to see dad being annoyingly childish for I rejected his request to take some of my chicken chop that I have been eating. Lemme explain. When arrived, I ordered my chicken chop and he ordered his beer in mug, saying he would order food later. My chicken chop arrived and so was his beer. He then also placed the order for another chicken chop same as mine. He asked for all of my potato spring fries that comes along with it and that he would swap his to me later. I said "nah later yours got also". Well he added that his still not arrived yet. Fair enough, well, since his plate was still empty, I passed my fries to him. Then after eating some he proceeded to ask for some of my chicken chop. I said "your plate still got fries yet to finish and later you got your chicken also". At this point, he had nearly finished 2 mugs of beer. From his facial expression I could tell he was pouting sulking getting unhappy. Was that the effect of alcohol at work or he always behaving like this or I read wrongly?

I was experimenting with a single low pony tail with hair band, expectedly, my front dun have enough length for it that both frontal left and right came off very soon. It could be tied at first due to hypo adhesive right after shower. But when hair getting dry they fell to the front. Alas, I found out right now I could go with 2 small claw clips right behind ear. But still not the best. Just better look than clawed up at frontal. Cons is it required more work and I still gotta pull front a little flat to the side behind ear due to length barely enough.

First time went to Puspakom Banting. This friend of dad Uncle Lai really left a bad taste in my mouth. Nah not gonna rant about this guy not worth my time.

I was sick of doing accounting. Damn it. Accounting software costed money too. Screw it. Sucked it up and did the 2024 account for filing. On the other hand lucky I had my nails to offset me over it a little. I can't wait for this wavy hair to grow out too.

Looks like Li Jie Restaurant is a lot more affordable than last night Bamboo Forest Restaurant for a steamed "bak suh gung" already costed RM70. 5 persons at Li Jie ate a total of RM 96 as compared to 7 persons at Bamboo Forest ate a total of RM 196. Well, majority of it was the damn fish. What insane price when I found its taste mediocre while Nenek loved it. I learnt that Aunt Ying and Nenek didn't like and not eating the green color Matcha ice cream despite it being free at Li Jie.

I was shocked to find out Kai still driving on both legs on auto transmission. 🤦 Nah I didn't say anything for I didn't want to ruin the mood of going out eating, and not my car anyway, and had said before many times already, and he was the one who invited me in, and I was just tagging along. Definitely felt a little unsafe when I was sitting at the front seat. I remembered dad mentioned some people who had got used to Go Kart often drive this way. Idk if it is the case. I noticed the left foot stay up in bent position when not hitting the brake pedal. Probably this is how no wonder sometimes when on the street I can see some car hitting brake quite frequently when there wasn't anything in front of them to brake for. Sigh... feel hard to say, there might need a disastrous accident to happen to break away from this habit of left leg braking.

There was only a very few rare circumstance where I did left leg braking for eg. starting the car engine on a steep slope while the right leg is required to step on gas pedal to boost up the engine starting, and hand brake by itself is not strong enough to hold at free gear position at that slope. That's when my left leg stepping in to the brake to help my hand brake.

Holy cow a random girl took notice of my manicure and expressed the color combination looked very beautiful that she would get this color when she gets hers done next time. Weird the photo I showed on yesterday looks a little bluish on the supposingly purple where that is what I see from mine directly. Guess it was lighting issue on photograph. No wonder the nail technician needs multiple white light including my phone's flash light on to take picture of it.

There was an auntie of the curry noodle vendor in a kopitiam at Serdang, praised my hair claw clip was beautiful XD today!

Uhh saw Rs3's crafting getting lv 110 now. I felt like Rs3 is trying to push all skills from lv 99 as lv cap to lv 120 as lv cap. First was Dungeoneering in around 2010 but it was special cuz it was a skill directly having content up to lv 120 and it was released as such to 120, unlike to 99 then being raised to 120.

I discovered claw clip especially larger one, is my best friend for hair now. Smaller ones cannot hold much hair. Medium ones have handles too short that brings difficulty when removing cuz the hand always grab onto hair when trying to hold the handle. The length of the claw also matters. Longer claw hold more hair than otherwise. I got one longer brighter color claw, but I only reserved that during face wash and shover to get most hair outta face. When outside I usually go with this black claw clip with rhinestone as deco. I stopped using sis's wide hair brush altogether and relied on finger detangling only. And never combed with my old comb for a long time except for a few strokes at front to flatten uneven waves. Let's go wavy hair! Gonna get sis jealous hehe 😏. Haizz the trouble was being a male I hope hair loss issue won't catch up that quickly like some friends.

Ok today was quite uneventful. Let's begin yapping. Just cuz sis is watching doesn't mean I should not write them down. I am going to reveal a little about my gender struggle. Maybe it had been revealed before, Idk, maybe not, please bear with me.

A very long time ago, probably between standard 4 to standard 6, in primary school, in a science lab, or Idk what lab, where everyone was seated around the rectangular tall lab table, separated by gender, the teacher mentioned of a creature, I forgot what animal was it, probably clown fish, I ain't sure, that could freely choose its own gender by will. I was so jealous of it. A guy friend of mine who sat at the same round table, claimed "Then I would pick guy". I kept silence embarrassingly for being a traitor to the group for I know I picked a different answer.

At around 14 years old, if I remember correctly that age, most likely due to turbulent hormonal fluctuation at that age, I developed teenage gynecomastia, or in simpler words, nipples budding. Both left and right. It was sore and a little painful especially when bumped. But what I didn't tell no one was I was actually happy and welcoming that change. But it didn't last long, they vanished into thin air after a few months. What a let down to my 14-yo self.

Up until like 20-yo, if anyone had asked me if I have ever dreamed of living a girl in life for a day, my honest answer would be no. But if asked if I have ever tried to dream of living a girl in life for a day, my honest answer would be yes many times. Early 20ish to late 20ish, I stopped for I know dreaming takes a toll on the rest quality.

At secondary school days or up until recent years, the fear of anything remotely feminine ran deep. I mean really deep. To show any appreciation of anything feminine was a big no. Let alone being in contact with one. There was no written law about it. There wasn't someone actively poking from the back. But there was this invisible force that keep speaking in the back of the mind that it is wrong, it is embarrassing. For eg. like one time, in secondary schools, picking up a trash bobby pin from the floor to throw it into the dustbin was a huge mental hurdle to me already. I never would have known one day in the future I would be the one actively using any kinda hair accessory to keep my hair away from face.

In my uni days, I absolutely hate going into the washroom unless necessary. The reason being for every washroom on every floor, there were only 2 stalls and 3 urinals. I couldn't tell how many stalls the women restroom have though cuz I never asked nor been there. What freakish was the 3 urinals were so close together with no separators in between unlike conventional urinals I see everywhere where adequate spacing and separator to provide better comfort when relieving oneself. Yuck! Only 2 stalls per washroom (only 1 washroom per floor) didn't help much in solving the crowds either. To add pain to the butt, when once going to washroom with a group of friends, that using the urinals side by side, how the hell the conventional topics was whose junks was the biggest. Even if I got not so liking to my junk, I still played my part anyway.

A really very long time ago, in old house, where I was still not even 6-yo, presumably preparing to leave for Genting Highlands, I could still remember clearly how I zipped my junk with a pair of jeans. Maybe that was why I hated jeans so much throughout my early years. Another case once in bedtime, some ants bit the junk also hurt like hell to sleep. Sometime in maybe standard 5 or something, the pain in the ass junk, at the most unconventional time, it got hard. Like what tf? Quite many times it got hard when teacher asked me stand up and read some articles from the text book. It was freaking embarrassing. Lucky my school uniform pants was baggy.

Speaking of my pants being baggy, there was a reason behind. Cuz the pants that I could fit my butt into would be quite loose at the waist, even in primary school. Those front hook to keep both sides of pants for me never worked. It always had to be belted or there was one time mum sewed a button to replace to hook for me. The reason being my butt was on significantly bigger than waist by quite a margin in the male standard of clothing. These pants were cut straight. So, to be able to fit my hip, there was plenty of space left at waist. No wonder I had to belt so tight in. It was shameful back in the days for having big butt. Every sweaty Mon where students gathered on the floor, after getting up would leave a butt mark, or rather butterfly mark on the floor, due to sweat sipping through. I would interchangeably sit on left and then right every once in a while to minimize the size of the mark. Contrary to today, I find having more curvy waist to hip than average guy more interesting.

Now... what this left of me? 😭 I need hug. Plsssss. Waaaaa Waaaaa Waaaaa

Happy anniversary to Woofiepie.me for withstanding to a year mark! Just renewed my domain. But the email does not come together included damn. Guess I will skip renewing the email as not using anyway. And do a Google Forms as contact then.

Went out for dinner with Aunt Kuan and family. At first aiming for the Batu 11 so-called tasty as according to dad, the pork tendon pot. But too crowded as we were told to need to wait for an hour + to be served. We left for the restaurants next door on the same street yet either no parking or near fully seated inside. Left again for Bak Kut Teh somewhere in Batu 11. Same situation. Left for Milwaukee steak house. This time sure got loads of parking spaces. But on the corridor, we ended up taking an impromptus detour to a Vietnamese cuisine restaurant there. Looks like Aunt Kuan was quite fond of the food there heard she would bring Aunt Ying here some time in Nov after she done controlling what eat and what not. While dad and I got quite poor impression of the dishes from this Vietnamese cuisine. Everything is too hard to chew what tf. Even my pork chop is tough. Let alone dad's beef stew that was cut so damn ass thick. Really unlike what I was expecting the thin tender like what I usually seen at Jp Ramen shop.

Also heard Aunt Kuan is annoyed by her own hair for I ain't sure what reason. To be honest, her hair does look dry and browny, perhaps that was the side after effect from dying hair. I learnt that she got kinda wavy hair just not as wavy as mine when short, as claimed by her.

I manually razor-shaved with shaving cream for my belly and privates. Screw this butt hair. Been so long since last shave. As expected no irritation, at all. Maybe cuz I didn't use the electric razor this time. Not even for a little trim with it. Weird my body cannot handle electric razor. By the way, I only shaved along the grain this time. It felt so good to see and feel a fresh shave belly and privates. The navel piercing looked so much better without a forest.

Axia today got air cond problem again. But afterward realized it was water tank problem for which it cut air cond first. Lucky I wasn't far from destination. Quickly swerved over to eat at Mahkota Point instead of BMC Mall. The ramen stall lady sure got good memory for remember what I had ordered in the last few months when dad asked me what I had ordered from that stall for he also wanted one. Funnily dad said of course she would remember "Ah Gua". Today I was in a grey Deep V neckline, curvy hem, drape to skin, shirt; pairing with a regular white, black hem dolphin short only. First time wearing a Deep V shirt outside by the way. It was quite breezy and cooler unexpectedly.

I read about the balding gene. To my surprise it actually is inherited from the mother not the father! Reason is because it resides in the X chromosome and it being a recessive gene. Woman can actually go bald too, just rarer cuz she would need two faulty X chromosomes for it to take effect, while a man, having only one X chromosome, immediately take effect if the X is faulty. In short, you looking at your balding dad to see if you would bald too is not very helpful.

Today before leaving I dumped all of my dirty laundry and bedsheet except for a pleated skirt that I had forgotten in my room, and all of dad's except for the top most shorts, wait, pants, wait, knee-length pants, into the washing machine. If my lazy bone is permitting, after going home I better hang them out. What ass way to describe a simple rugged knee-length pants of dad. Wait, it was mine that I had passed it over to him. Say pants I would think of way to the ankle type, say shorts I would think of those that fall up to thigh only. Knee length shorts or knee length pants, which one hmmm Idk that sucks both.

Today I drove the Hicom which usually dad was the one who drives it. I notice sure enough the seat's back is quite further back. My suspicion is that it was to accomodate beer belly big tummy lmao! It was indeed pain in the ass to switch lorry for there is just a lot of things to bring over: my leftover untouched water bottle, my usual shoes, my iron boots standby, my tng card that I had left in lorry. When outside, I realize dad's usual lorry doesn't have a stapler wtf. He always take everything with him when getting home. But dumb enough to leave his belongings outside for the 2nd time. He left his phone on the empty chair next to him at Yoke Wan and realized after getting home. Once last time it was Invoice Book at Perfect Three. Heck he proudly claimed it was still the 1st time of leaving phone. But I said it was the same of placing personal belongings on empty chair and forgotten about it - doesn't matter it was phone or invoice book. Maybe next time will be wallet and you wanna claim it was the 1st time of leaving wallet on empty chair next to you?

Why in the hell from time to time some YouTube videos would be taken down from people's channel. I embedded them to my site, then came back a few months later they vanished leaving only the video title where that one was me manually typed out so it didn't vanish along.

Procrastinating, reluctantly, I dragged my ass to clean my room (sis room). Now what left are some clean laundry to fold and some to wash by hand. Also changed bedsheet nearing 3 weeks to a month. Should have changed the pillowcase sooner but yeah it is what it is.

I had no idea what that flickering lamp in family group was. さあなあ.

Watched some 1st 3 Solo Leveling episodes, it still feels so-so, not sure what the hype was.

I am still trying to make sense 

Long time no go to Nenek's house. Aunt Ying got cook today, sarcastically it really was the tomato egg that they mentioned in group. I brought over 3 cut guava, but thinly sliced with the kitchen helper, to ease chewing cuz I learnt that eating big chunk of guava causes gum pain. At night Hao finally cleared the Counter Strike: CZ 's Office and showed me lmao like an achievement. Funny thing I dun get why he used Aunt Kuan's whatsapp to send me.

I wonder what some fun way to do with this Google Site.

Ugh today Rs3 maintenance of moving data centre has costed many hours of server down til 11PM. I didn't bother to login after.

Agong birthday. Blood crust no longer forming what a relief. Indeed I felt a little irritation compared to before downsizing.

MRT was pain in the ass to ride. I drove my car towards the stop nearest to Palm Walk, outside of Palm Walk 3, and found not a single empty space on the side to park. Ended up just drove to Pavillion Bukit Bintang directly at 2:45PM leaving home.

After downsizing the piercing, at home, I noticed considerabe blood crust forming near the bottom hole. It must have been irritated by the movement. I never got them previously. Next would be to keep it for about a year to see if needed checkup to see if it has fully healed.