Love Language

I was watching Youtube when I saw this personality quiz: Love Language.

I was immediately sold and took the same test right away after that. Apparently, love comes in five main languages: acts of service, receiving gifts, physical touch, quality time and words of affirmation.

So, what moves my heart the most?

Surprise, surprise.

I absolutely agree! I really love spending time with the special people that I have in my life. I love uninterrupted bonding time, no phone calls, no texts, just you and me. I am guilty of occasionally indulging myself in replying string of texts while hanging out but not so much anymore now (I think). I can get upset when I don't have the full attention of the people that I am interacting with, which in reality, happens quite a lot, sadly. WHY? Sobs.

Then, it's the words of affirmation which was not quite what I expected. However, I do understand why I got a high mark for it. I love letters. I love reading pages of long handwritten letters. The letters I received were unusually funny and cheesy, I love them to bits. I can cry and laugh at the same time reading the words that I don't usually hear coming out from that particular person's mouth, which makes it much more meaningful than it already has been. Yes, write and send me letters, I'll love you to death.

Acts of service and receiving gifts were tied in. I figured that I do not really like when people do things for me because I feel like I am burdening them. I appreciate the gestures, but they don't move my heart as much as I feel guilty for some reason. I do not think that I will ever feel touched to the point that I will tear up out of happiness...or will I? I shall wait for the day to come and blog about it for me to prove myself wrong in the future.

Lastly, I am obviously not a touchy person but I do love hugs! I used to hug my friends a lot back in my school days. Hugs are my instant pick me up kind of thing. It makes me feel better when I don't feel so good, when I have tonnes of worries in my head, and it just makes me feel loved in general. I miss my huggers and huggees! All that I can hug right now is my huge penguin.

Help me!

I think this helps to clear the air in trying to figure out myself a bit. I have been wondering why I can never react overwhelmingly to certain stuff that people do for me. I thought I was not normal! Hey, it turns out that I am perfectly fine, just that it's not my cup of tea. I guess you can now think what you can do for my birthday next year! Nothing expensive, I just need your love, tender and care. ;) HAHA!

What is your love language? To find out, click here!

Movie alone

I finally watched Divergent.

I am a sad person because I went alone, not. My date bailed out on me, so I just went anyway because that's what you do when people stood you up. Live your life.

Okay, the statement above was only half true.

I invited my friend to go watch a movie after our classes on Friday and that was the plan. On Friday, after I was done with my class, I contemplated with proceeding with it. However, I hopped on the train anyway and went straight to the cinemas.

Instead of going with my friend, I decided to go by myself because I've been wanting to try it out, being on a date with yourself thing. Weird, I know.

I did it anyway. HEHE. FREE movie :3

I bought nachos too because I thought that I cannot be cheapskate when I am on a date with myself. Eheheh. Look, it had tomatoes and I ate them (XP increased)!

For me, the movie was so-so, I did not love it that much. A lot of scenes that I think were significant were cut and altered. Oh well, I did not expect much in the first place anyway. The actor looked a lot like a Malay hero or something, or maybe that was just me? Please tell me I was not the only one who thought of that...

Anyway, the movie experience itself was pretty okay. I was a tad annoyed at the girl who was sitting behind me because of her foot that was a seat away from my head but everything else was great. There was only 12 people in the cinema hall which was awesome for me. No unnecessary interaction was needed to be done for a socially-awkward person like myself.

However, if you asked me if I would do it again, I would say maybe not.

It was too lonely. -_-"

What I've Been Reading 001

Since last year, I have set a goal for amounts of books that I will read each month. Last year, I set it to two books per month and surprisingly, I surpassed it. This year, I increased my goal and set it to three books per month. Up to now, I failed. -_-"

I have only read five books so far and that's not bad actually. I am behind by four books which I am expecting to catch up in the coming summer (hopefully).

I would love to write a review for each books that I have read but I am lacking the ability to summarize stories without giving out too much information. Therefore, I would just share my favorite quotes or short thoughts regarding the books.

1. Love the One You're With, Emily Giffin

Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

A son is a son 'til he gets a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.

One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.

 

As much as I find myself screaming silently to the character for the decisions she made, I think I can understand why she did them in the first place. I feel like the story is realistic enough to happen for real. Finishing this book, I really feel like misunderstandings are bound to happen if communications are being put behind most of time.

2. Heart of the Matter, Emily Giffin

 

Did they have it in them to make a wrong decision just because it felt right?

I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life.

Uhh, I hated the husband so much in this story, it's scary. I do not know if I could ever put myself in the wife's shoes and did what she did to solve her problems.

3. Paper Towns, John Green

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know?

You keep expecting people to not be themselves.

Humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

I like how the main character, Margo, left clues for Quentin to find her. The element of mystery seemed to be working for me. My heart skipped a beat when Quentin thought of the worst things and I kinda felt his worries as well but I just don't understand the ending... Maybe I'll re-read this sometime in the future.

4. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding

 

I suddenly realize everything has shifted and now I am looking after my parents instead of them looking after me, which seems unnatural and wrong.

In short, I didn't like Bridget Jones's character in this story. She seemed to be so powerless in this story and the story itself lacks substances for me to take home as a message.

5. Divergent, Veronica Roth

I still want to be angry, but I have to let my anger go.

Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined.

I read this book without knowing that the movie is out in the cinemas soon (now, actually). The story did start a bit slow but started to become more interesting with each coming chapters. I like the main characters, Tris and Four but, I don't seem to like the image that I am seeing in the movie trailer. They are far from what I have imagined for sure!

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All this while, I did not think that I have a very strong opinion about books that I have read. Writing this out has somehow proved me otherwise. They are not as deep but they are my honest opinions nonetheless.

Book covers taken from Goodreads

Wrong Chicken

Sometimes, I do silly mistakes like:

buying the wrong chicken... Yes, you read that right. Wrong chicken.

I went to buy my groceries three days ago, taking advantage of the student discount every Tuesday (being the cheapskate I am). Chicken was on my to buy list because I saw that it was on sale in the flyer I subscribed too (very makcik-ish, I know). However, I didn't find any in the freezer! Pfft.

I then resorted to a readily packed chicken thighs and did not realise that it was not branded with the Halal sticker on it despite being underneath the Halal section. Unwarily, I bought it because it was cheaper. -_-

I only realized it when I went to the grocery store the next day to accompany my friend. I was lucky that I felt lazy the night before that I decided not to cook the chicken and ate scrambled eggs instead.

I was contemplating to return the chicken as I was not sure whether poultry products were returnable. The next morning, I woke up early anyway and brought my chicken back to the store. I was determined that if they would not accept it for return, I would give it away to the cashier (should not waste chicken!).

Cashier: Was there something wrong with it?

Me: No, I just bought the wrong chicken.

Cashier: Um, kay.

However, they did accept chicken returns. The chicken was back in store and I am back $5 richer.

Not cool to cuss

A 10-year old boy once asked me:

Boy: Can you use the f-word?

Me: Umm, no. Why would I?

Boy: I don't know. Since you're older and all, I thought you're allowed to use it.

Me: Well, no. I don't.

Basically, our conversation ended there because somebody interrupted us and I had to leave him. I felt guilty to have left the discussion sort of hanging in the mid air with no final say or word of advice for him. It must have been his means of justifying stuff his friends normally do and he was trying to find out if it is right or wrong. I guess I could understand where and how such question could have popped up in his mind, given the environment he is in.

I pretty much do not (or try not to) use vulgar words as a regular vocabulary in my daily life. It is my personal choice because I am not comfortable expressing my frustrations in such manner. I also cannot comprehend how it would give me a sense of satisfaction. I am no saint but I highly label the act as inappropriate and thus, I avoid doing so myself.

If you decided to, I'm still cool (I am using this lightly because I do mind but it is really your choice and I have no say in that) with it as long as you're not a kid (not a teenager yet). I'm sure most of my friends are well aware of this fact about myself. I often cringed and glared every time someone cuss in front of me. Therefore, I noticed an apology would usually follow before or after their choice of bad words (which I gladly appreciate for acknowledging my uncomfortableness).

However, if you're spewing profanities at the rate of a word per second, you can be sure that I would be out the next minute. There is only so much bad words that I can handle at one time.

If you were me, what would have been your answer to the kid?