1. My ex-boyfriend ~ is now married
2. I am listening to ~ schindler's list curses
3. Maybe I should ~ control my eating habit during this holiday season
4. I like learning ~ law
5. My best friend(s) ~ are those i treated more like a family than a friend
6. I don't understand ~ why it's often difficult for me to compromise in 'one' thing
7. I lost ~ the first sapien who thought me that 'other' feeling
8. Many people said ~ i'm dreaming too high for a girl
9. The meaning of my name ~ an observer
10. Love is ~ something that leads to a thought of raising a family together
11. I dont like ~ things when they are not reciprocated
12. I will try ~ to get a full life closure before 30
13. The meaning of "forever" ~ family values and good friends
14. My handphone ~ is an iphone
15. I am very annoyed ~ when things are not reciprocated even after trying too hard
16. Whenever I wake up from sleep ~ i wish it's a holiday
17. Party is ~ fun when the 'kids' are not in their studious mode
18. The cutest animal ~ is never in my thought
19. The best age ~ between 19 - 24 because i was at the 'top of the pop'
20. I felt tension today ~ for being a full time potato couch
21. Tonight i will ~ try to recall my favourite dreams
22. When i look at myself in the mirror this morning ~ thought i have gained few pounds over the holiday
23. Shopping mall ~ is easily accessible when i'm not in KL
24. Fast food are usually ~ my favourite when i need a quick lunch/dinner fix
25. Last sentence to a person ~ all the best!
Now tagging:
a) Anak bebeh
b) Adik Yana
c) Kak Thirah
d) Saiful Azry
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Christmas movie...
"Why me....?"
"Because you saw me when i was invisible...."
Can you guess which movie i am referring to?
Good Luck!
p/s : Selamat Menyambut Maal Hijrah to all. May this new year brings better things in our lives. It's time for some major changes in attitude i pressume..
Safe Journey
Why can't we get all the people together in the world
that we really like and then just stay together?
I guess that wouldn't work.
Someone would leave.
Someone always leaves.
Then we would have to say good-bye.
I hate good-byes.
I know what I need.
I need more hellos.
Charles M. Schulz
Nadwah and Najib - Dublin Airport 28/12/2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The 1st day of Christmas...
Finally it's christmas. It's not so much about the celebration itself, but it's the long 'off-work' break that counts. Today's weather seems very gloomy. Not even a slightest sunshine. Feels like there's going to be rain drops in any seconds from now. Well, at least i'm still at home. Doing nothing important and anticipating for the roast chicken....still undergo the marinating process while this is written; a 'tial and error' recipe from a friend who is also currently living with me.
Last year's christmas was slightly different. I was in Paris with a little sister and another friend of hers who sounded almost alike! Unfortunately, i didn't really enjoyed the whole week. Being a first timer exposed to the indefinite cold weather after a very long time, i was at my worst health. Back from Paris, i extended my medical leave for another week due to a chest infection that caused me the 'winter coughs' and unsettled temperature. This reminds me of a very sarcastic 'concern' from one of my Irish bosses; "are you dying naz?". Nevertheless, definitely i will plan another visit to the land of 'romance' in near future and enjoy the fun Disneyland a little bit more!
Despite of the mundane christmas morning and surprisingly quiet atmosphere, i am eagerly waiting for our so-called 'indoor christmas lunch' later today.
While waiting, i vet through some very old stuffs in my computer and drawers; inter-alia, old videos and documents. I can't stop laughing looking at all those videos during my lecturing days back in utm and the 'kids' during our earlier days getting to know each other. Loads of 'Oohhhhh' and 'Ahhhh' browsing through videos of my baby cousins and nephew and can't help thinking how un'baby'ish they are now.
One of my favourite memories with them, particularly Farah; i was in my early 24 and she was just 2. I was at the time, travelling 3 times a day from Ampang to Shah Alam as i was going through my Msc in ITM (and hating it). I always made the effort of stopping by Kak Min's and there Farah was, waiting for me at the main door. Upon seeing me getting out of the car, "MAMA NA! MAMA NA!"...with her wide open arms while running towards me...I lifted her with my full hug and landed my kisses on her lip and cheeks.
Saying goodbye was always the hardest part. I remembered everytime i was about to leave the house, my aunt will usually 'tricked' Farah by saying that mama na is getting something from her car. Of course, once in the car and hit the gas, i drove past the main gate and there she was, crying out loud from the entrance with her tiny fingers pointing at me. i was really heart broken seeing her in that state and can't help myself from crying silently behind the wheels. Farah is now around 6-7, i think? Yet, she is still the same shy and sweet little girl i know and still crying softly on my shoulders when she is upset. I will hug her gently and whispers comforting words in her ear and kisses top of her head over and over again until she fall asleep. What a beautiful feeling....
Other than old stuffs i found on my laptop, i flipped through old documents i kept inside my personal file (you know, the one you use to keep all your important certificates, etc.). It was really disorganised. I don't even know why i still keep most of these documents. Of course, 2 documents attracted my memory lane most; a certificate i received from the faculty for being the 'most obedient student' and a very old letter wrote from a dear friend on the night before she passed away.
The first was a very odd document. I got it out of surprised and overwhelmed with mixed feelings; proud and embarassed. Proud because i thought i was being a perfect role model to all surveying students; 3 pointers and a student leader. Embarassed; as at that moment i thought i was either being the biggest geek in the whole faculty or the kind of 'kissed-butt' student. Anyway, i was glad though because my best friend Khairil Hafiz received the same. That was a huge relief. At least i can confirmed on the level of recognition the faculty is benchmarking. We both received a certificate and a RM30 cash. We both later treated all our friends who were at the 'caremony' at university's pasar ramadhan. We did have a great laugh thinking about it anyway.
"Yes Anak bebeh, believe it..your kak na is a very good girl!"..
and "You kiddo, please don't laugh..."
One the other hand, the letter was something i consider extremely personal and one emotional document. It was written by a dear friend on the night before she was found 'lifeless' the next morning by her mother. Her name was Aina. She was a mixed blood; a malay father and an english mother.
She was full of life and was a very vibrant character as far as i can remember. That very year, she was introduced by her family to an older man from Brunei, who is a lawyer. The name was Solihin. They both were engaged few months after that. Aina never met Solihin before. Infact, she never had experience in a relationship too. Aina refused to accept Solihin even after engagement; refused to talk to him and even meeting him. Until one night, Aina called me all the way from Sarawak. She said she is going to confront her parents that she wanted to call off the engagement. I told her don't be silly. It's not as easy as it sounds like. She was stubborn. Few hours later, she rang me back; this time crying. She finally said it. As a friend, i was speechless. Not knowing what to say.
Days later after the huge arguments, Solihin took her out for a date for the very first time. Aina was very nervous. This was also her first date ever with a man, all by herself. She constantly texting me; where she's heading, what solihin's doing, etc. It was madness and silly i thinked. I also thought she was being funny. The first date went surprisingly well. Aina fell in love for the very first time in her life. We both were thrillef! Months passed. We exchanged news everyday.
One early morning, i received a call from Aina. She was crying. Told me she is at the airport heading to Brunei. Solihin had an accident. Was pretty bad i heard. I prayed hard for things to go well for both. Later that day, Aina texted me. Solihin passed away. I was speechless again. Since that day, Aina was never again the same.
She stop contacting me since. It has been few months until one day, she finally called. Told me she was in hospital for few weeks. She passed out one day. She did not eat well or sleep. Her mother was badly traumatised when she passed out. She was her only child. Aina told me she pitied her mother. She wanted to change. She wanted to forget about Solihin. She managed to change finally.
We communicated more often. She told me about her flowers and trees and how by talking to them made her released her sadness about Solihin and also how it will make those flowers blooming even more. She told me she is writing a recipe book. Once it's full, she will send them to me. She warned me to learn to cook! She also told me that she spent more time at the mosque, teaching English for free. She seems happier but once in a while, she will start talking about Solihin again. This will make her sad. I feel sad for her too.
I remembered that very night she called me. It was also the last night i talked to her. We were talking about everything until i asked her to stop. I was busy with something else i said. Before she hang up, she said about having this poking pain on her left chest. I told her to take a rest. She said could it be a heart attack? I told her don't be silly!
The next afternoon, Aina called me. Surprised, it wasn't her voice but her sister; Tengku Noraini (from the 1st wife). She said Aina passed away!! She had a heart attacked. She died in her sleep though. Her mom found her lifeless on the bed when she failed to turned up for Subuh's prayer. I was stunned. My heart beats faster and faster. I wanted to cry but i can't. The tears just not coming out. Noraini said Aina left me a letter. It was in an envelope with my name on it; sealed and ready to be delivered. Noraini said Aina was not being fair. She left her family without even saying good bye but she left me with something. She was controlling her tears. I can tell from the way her voice cracked. It was surreal. For me, Aina is still alive. I talked to her the night before!
Few days after her death, I had this weird dream. I saw Aina in my dream. It was very vauge though and i can't remember everything. But she was there. Looking at me. Perhaps trying to say something to me. I remembered i woke up with warm tears on my face. I cried in my sleep. That night, i finally accepted that my dear friend is no longer here.
I received her long awaited letter a week after. It was a very long one. She wrote them the night she had the last conversation with me.
She wrote about her flowers and plants. She told me how Japanese Roses reminds her about our friendship. She wrote about her recipes and English classes. She seems happy. She wrote about me too and how i looked like a 16 years old school prefect. She said how impressed she was with me when i easily landed new job less than 48 hours after i resigned from my horrible 1st job. She jokingly said, perhaps i casted a spell on the interviewer with my innocent face.
She wrote about Solihin too. She wished she was in the same car with him so at least they would die together. She also said she will never fall in love again and neither will let another man touches her. She also reminded me that when the right guy walks into my life and i know he sincerely loves me, don't ever let him down if i feel the same way too. Lastly, she said i always been her best friend and that little sister she never had.
Then she wrote about the poking pain on her chest. She thought perhaps it was the stress. And then she wrote, "takkan muda-muda nak kena heart-attack pulak kan?". When it comes to this part, i bursted into tears. I cried and cried like i never cried before. I remember the night she told about the pain but i just dismissed her for being busy with something else. I should have known. Perhaps if i show more concern, she might take it seriously and tell her parents at least. But i did not.
It has been almost 5 years since Aina passed away. I rarely thinked about her though but i still keep the memories of her with me. Like her sister once said to me, at least i have her letters. Al-fatihah...
Good night naz..
Last year's christmas was slightly different. I was in Paris with a little sister and another friend of hers who sounded almost alike! Unfortunately, i didn't really enjoyed the whole week. Being a first timer exposed to the indefinite cold weather after a very long time, i was at my worst health. Back from Paris, i extended my medical leave for another week due to a chest infection that caused me the 'winter coughs' and unsettled temperature. This reminds me of a very sarcastic 'concern' from one of my Irish bosses; "are you dying naz?". Nevertheless, definitely i will plan another visit to the land of 'romance' in near future and enjoy the fun Disneyland a little bit more!
Despite of the mundane christmas morning and surprisingly quiet atmosphere, i am eagerly waiting for our so-called 'indoor christmas lunch' later today.
While waiting, i vet through some very old stuffs in my computer and drawers; inter-alia, old videos and documents. I can't stop laughing looking at all those videos during my lecturing days back in utm and the 'kids' during our earlier days getting to know each other. Loads of 'Oohhhhh' and 'Ahhhh' browsing through videos of my baby cousins and nephew and can't help thinking how un'baby'ish they are now.
One of my favourite memories with them, particularly Farah; i was in my early 24 and she was just 2. I was at the time, travelling 3 times a day from Ampang to Shah Alam as i was going through my Msc in ITM (and hating it). I always made the effort of stopping by Kak Min's and there Farah was, waiting for me at the main door. Upon seeing me getting out of the car, "MAMA NA! MAMA NA!"...with her wide open arms while running towards me...I lifted her with my full hug and landed my kisses on her lip and cheeks.
Saying goodbye was always the hardest part. I remembered everytime i was about to leave the house, my aunt will usually 'tricked' Farah by saying that mama na is getting something from her car. Of course, once in the car and hit the gas, i drove past the main gate and there she was, crying out loud from the entrance with her tiny fingers pointing at me. i was really heart broken seeing her in that state and can't help myself from crying silently behind the wheels. Farah is now around 6-7, i think? Yet, she is still the same shy and sweet little girl i know and still crying softly on my shoulders when she is upset. I will hug her gently and whispers comforting words in her ear and kisses top of her head over and over again until she fall asleep. What a beautiful feeling....
Other than old stuffs i found on my laptop, i flipped through old documents i kept inside my personal file (you know, the one you use to keep all your important certificates, etc.). It was really disorganised. I don't even know why i still keep most of these documents. Of course, 2 documents attracted my memory lane most; a certificate i received from the faculty for being the 'most obedient student' and a very old letter wrote from a dear friend on the night before she passed away.
The first was a very odd document. I got it out of surprised and overwhelmed with mixed feelings; proud and embarassed. Proud because i thought i was being a perfect role model to all surveying students; 3 pointers and a student leader. Embarassed; as at that moment i thought i was either being the biggest geek in the whole faculty or the kind of 'kissed-butt' student. Anyway, i was glad though because my best friend Khairil Hafiz received the same. That was a huge relief. At least i can confirmed on the level of recognition the faculty is benchmarking. We both received a certificate and a RM30 cash. We both later treated all our friends who were at the 'caremony' at university's pasar ramadhan. We did have a great laugh thinking about it anyway.
"Yes Anak bebeh, believe it..your kak na is a very good girl!"..
and "You kiddo, please don't laugh..."
One the other hand, the letter was something i consider extremely personal and one emotional document. It was written by a dear friend on the night before she was found 'lifeless' the next morning by her mother. Her name was Aina. She was a mixed blood; a malay father and an english mother.
She was full of life and was a very vibrant character as far as i can remember. That very year, she was introduced by her family to an older man from Brunei, who is a lawyer. The name was Solihin. They both were engaged few months after that. Aina never met Solihin before. Infact, she never had experience in a relationship too. Aina refused to accept Solihin even after engagement; refused to talk to him and even meeting him. Until one night, Aina called me all the way from Sarawak. She said she is going to confront her parents that she wanted to call off the engagement. I told her don't be silly. It's not as easy as it sounds like. She was stubborn. Few hours later, she rang me back; this time crying. She finally said it. As a friend, i was speechless. Not knowing what to say.
Days later after the huge arguments, Solihin took her out for a date for the very first time. Aina was very nervous. This was also her first date ever with a man, all by herself. She constantly texting me; where she's heading, what solihin's doing, etc. It was madness and silly i thinked. I also thought she was being funny. The first date went surprisingly well. Aina fell in love for the very first time in her life. We both were thrillef! Months passed. We exchanged news everyday.
One early morning, i received a call from Aina. She was crying. Told me she is at the airport heading to Brunei. Solihin had an accident. Was pretty bad i heard. I prayed hard for things to go well for both. Later that day, Aina texted me. Solihin passed away. I was speechless again. Since that day, Aina was never again the same.
She stop contacting me since. It has been few months until one day, she finally called. Told me she was in hospital for few weeks. She passed out one day. She did not eat well or sleep. Her mother was badly traumatised when she passed out. She was her only child. Aina told me she pitied her mother. She wanted to change. She wanted to forget about Solihin. She managed to change finally.
We communicated more often. She told me about her flowers and trees and how by talking to them made her released her sadness about Solihin and also how it will make those flowers blooming even more. She told me she is writing a recipe book. Once it's full, she will send them to me. She warned me to learn to cook! She also told me that she spent more time at the mosque, teaching English for free. She seems happier but once in a while, she will start talking about Solihin again. This will make her sad. I feel sad for her too.
I remembered that very night she called me. It was also the last night i talked to her. We were talking about everything until i asked her to stop. I was busy with something else i said. Before she hang up, she said about having this poking pain on her left chest. I told her to take a rest. She said could it be a heart attack? I told her don't be silly!
The next afternoon, Aina called me. Surprised, it wasn't her voice but her sister; Tengku Noraini (from the 1st wife). She said Aina passed away!! She had a heart attacked. She died in her sleep though. Her mom found her lifeless on the bed when she failed to turned up for Subuh's prayer. I was stunned. My heart beats faster and faster. I wanted to cry but i can't. The tears just not coming out. Noraini said Aina left me a letter. It was in an envelope with my name on it; sealed and ready to be delivered. Noraini said Aina was not being fair. She left her family without even saying good bye but she left me with something. She was controlling her tears. I can tell from the way her voice cracked. It was surreal. For me, Aina is still alive. I talked to her the night before!
Few days after her death, I had this weird dream. I saw Aina in my dream. It was very vauge though and i can't remember everything. But she was there. Looking at me. Perhaps trying to say something to me. I remembered i woke up with warm tears on my face. I cried in my sleep. That night, i finally accepted that my dear friend is no longer here.
I received her long awaited letter a week after. It was a very long one. She wrote them the night she had the last conversation with me.
She wrote about her flowers and plants. She told me how Japanese Roses reminds her about our friendship. She wrote about her recipes and English classes. She seems happy. She wrote about me too and how i looked like a 16 years old school prefect. She said how impressed she was with me when i easily landed new job less than 48 hours after i resigned from my horrible 1st job. She jokingly said, perhaps i casted a spell on the interviewer with my innocent face.
She wrote about Solihin too. She wished she was in the same car with him so at least they would die together. She also said she will never fall in love again and neither will let another man touches her. She also reminded me that when the right guy walks into my life and i know he sincerely loves me, don't ever let him down if i feel the same way too. Lastly, she said i always been her best friend and that little sister she never had.
Then she wrote about the poking pain on her chest. She thought perhaps it was the stress. And then she wrote, "takkan muda-muda nak kena heart-attack pulak kan?". When it comes to this part, i bursted into tears. I cried and cried like i never cried before. I remember the night she told about the pain but i just dismissed her for being busy with something else. I should have known. Perhaps if i show more concern, she might take it seriously and tell her parents at least. But i did not.
It has been almost 5 years since Aina passed away. I rarely thinked about her though but i still keep the memories of her with me. Like her sister once said to me, at least i have her letters. Al-fatihah...
Good night naz..
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Farewell...
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie
Adrian OD & Emmet Dalton - Cyril Sweett 23/12/2008.....
"now i have to get use to laughing at my own jokes...".
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Quickie..
"Only a few things are really important..." ~Marie Dressler
As i said before, not everything has to be reciprocated....
Nonetheless, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...
As i said before, not everything has to be reciprocated....
Nonetheless, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
What exactly that you want to do..?
The first two exam papers were done and dusted. Criminal law was my favourite. I have good feeling about it and overly emphasized that i might be getting the best score? Told my mom about it and as usual, "ha, ni nak jadi over confident macam ayah". I just laughed but still persistent with high hope. Legal system was a little bit nerve-breaking. Half an hour before the exam, the rumours about the 'anticipated questions' were discussed among the classmates. I was stunned, "hold on guys, who said that we need to read that? I can only re-called that we need to read the report on solicitors and barristers?". The questions turned out to be exactly what i have missed but still, persistent in my answers; but definitely not getting the best score this time. Like Fintan's (a classmate) complaint to me, "i'm pissed off about the question"....
Before my exam today, my friend; Uderq rang me. I was glad that she called. Thinked i missed talking to some 'real' friend, who genuinely 'listened' and 'concerned'. We talked about many things; about life, our families, studies, friends, etc. The conversation lasted for almost an hour.
Before we ended the conversation, the following conversation took place:
Uderq : Nazeuq, before kau letak telefon, aku nak tanya kau satu bende?
Me : SHOOT!
Uderq : What exactly that you want to do in life? What is your ultimate goal? Aku nak kau jawab betul-betu...?
Me : Hmmm....i want to be so qualified in everything and by the time i'm back, i don't have to rely on a fixed job and can enjoy the flexibility in my career.
Uderq : So you want to practise right?
Me : Yes, i want to go back to CKPN Qs, become the youngest director before i reached 30 and helps to develop the company. Also, i want to settle down by 30 and raised a family. By the time i settled down, i want my career to be absolutely settled and by having that, i can really focus on my kids. I want them to have the best life, education and everything so they don't have to work as hard as me to achieve things that they want...
Uderq : Ok....can you promise me something?
Me : What is it?
Uderq : I want you to promise me that whatever you do, please make sure you finish them. Don't do it half way. I know you are capable of doing many things but this time around, make sure you complete at least something. Aku taknak kau nanti, yang dikejar tak dapat, yang dikendong berciciran....Kau mesti janji dengan aku ok?
Me : *silence*
Uderq : Hey janganlah menangis...!!
Me : Uderq, thanks for the advice. Dah lama kau tak cakap cam gini kat aku. Dulu masa kite belajar dulu, kau selalu remind aku macam-macam, ingat tak? Thanks Uderq...I promise that i will finish everything that i started...taknak main-main lagi..studies, career, relationship...
Uderq : Good...dah dah, jangan nangis...
Uderq, thank you...
Before my exam today, my friend; Uderq rang me. I was glad that she called. Thinked i missed talking to some 'real' friend, who genuinely 'listened' and 'concerned'. We talked about many things; about life, our families, studies, friends, etc. The conversation lasted for almost an hour.
Before we ended the conversation, the following conversation took place:
Uderq : Nazeuq, before kau letak telefon, aku nak tanya kau satu bende?
Me : SHOOT!
Uderq : What exactly that you want to do in life? What is your ultimate goal? Aku nak kau jawab betul-betu...?
Me : Hmmm....i want to be so qualified in everything and by the time i'm back, i don't have to rely on a fixed job and can enjoy the flexibility in my career.
Uderq : So you want to practise right?
Me : Yes, i want to go back to CKPN Qs, become the youngest director before i reached 30 and helps to develop the company. Also, i want to settle down by 30 and raised a family. By the time i settled down, i want my career to be absolutely settled and by having that, i can really focus on my kids. I want them to have the best life, education and everything so they don't have to work as hard as me to achieve things that they want...
Uderq : Ok....can you promise me something?
Me : What is it?
Uderq : I want you to promise me that whatever you do, please make sure you finish them. Don't do it half way. I know you are capable of doing many things but this time around, make sure you complete at least something. Aku taknak kau nanti, yang dikejar tak dapat, yang dikendong berciciran....Kau mesti janji dengan aku ok?
Me : *silence*
Uderq : Hey janganlah menangis...!!
Me : Uderq, thanks for the advice. Dah lama kau tak cakap cam gini kat aku. Dulu masa kite belajar dulu, kau selalu remind aku macam-macam, ingat tak? Thanks Uderq...I promise that i will finish everything that i started...taknak main-main lagi..studies, career, relationship...
Uderq : Good...dah dah, jangan nangis...
Uderq, thank you...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My best friend wedding..
4 years back...
me : hafiz....make sure you don't get married before i got married ok? nanti i
jealous!
hafiz: hahaha..i bet you will before me...
11th December 2008...
hafiz : ok.. breakin newz.. i'm gonna looz my bachelor title july next year.. percaye x?
me : you know what, even though my heart baru skipped a beat tadi...but i'm soo happy for you!!
hafiz : yes, time flies kan? so when is yours?
me : you will be the first to know when the time comes..
hafiz : do you like anybody yet?
me : what do you mean?
hafiz : one thing i notice about you dari dulu, you memang susah nak suka orang..
me : hahaha...i think so..
hafiz : think once you ada suka somebody, that's the one for you..
me : hafiz, you pun tahu kan, who is the only guy that i have the 'in love' feeling...anyway, his married...
hafiz : ala, itu bukan jodoh you namanye..forget about it..
me : hafiz..hafiz...i just can't believe this is happening...rasa macam baru je we both graduated..
hafiz : yes me too..
me : but after this, we both still best buddies sampai anak cucu kan?
hafiz : of course!!...you paling wajib datang to my wedding in july tau..
me : i can't promise...but i will let you know if i can ok?
hafiz : this story is still fresh....last 2 days baru confirmed..you take care ok..
me : i will..:)
...i have this weird 'sad' feeling but nevertheless, congratulations macha!
me : hafiz....make sure you don't get married before i got married ok? nanti i
jealous!
hafiz: hahaha..i bet you will before me...
11th December 2008...
hafiz : ok.. breakin newz.. i'm gonna looz my bachelor title july next year.. percaye x?
me : you know what, even though my heart baru skipped a beat tadi...but i'm soo happy for you!!
hafiz : yes, time flies kan? so when is yours?
me : you will be the first to know when the time comes..
hafiz : do you like anybody yet?
me : what do you mean?
hafiz : one thing i notice about you dari dulu, you memang susah nak suka orang..
me : hahaha...i think so..
hafiz : think once you ada suka somebody, that's the one for you..
me : hafiz, you pun tahu kan, who is the only guy that i have the 'in love' feeling...anyway, his married...
hafiz : ala, itu bukan jodoh you namanye..forget about it..
me : hafiz..hafiz...i just can't believe this is happening...rasa macam baru je we both graduated..
hafiz : yes me too..
me : but after this, we both still best buddies sampai anak cucu kan?
hafiz : of course!!...you paling wajib datang to my wedding in july tau..
me : i can't promise...but i will let you know if i can ok?
hafiz : this story is still fresh....last 2 days baru confirmed..you take care ok..
me : i will..:)
...i have this weird 'sad' feeling but nevertheless, congratulations macha!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Used to be...
I once wrote in this blog that i used to write for inspiration and that happened for a specific reason. Back in my student days, i had this unexplainable admiration on one of my law lecturer; the name is Puan Emma. I love law because of her. She made law interesting and inspiring. I used to sit right in 'front+middle' of the lecture theatre during her lectures. Everytime she raised questions to the class; i will, most of the time be like, "me! me! me!". During those days, i was indeed a 'lecturer's pet'.
I also still remember my best friend at that time; Uderq used to be very annoyed with me every time i talk to Puan Emma. It will definitely sounds peculiar to most people now because, i tend to get this 'blushing-blushing' sudden attack whenever the conversation took place. For those who never met her, she is one of the most 'motherly' figure i ever met, other than my mom.
Puan Emma left UTM for England in 2002 with her husband and 2 kids to pursue her PhD. In 2003, i graduated and since then, i never heard from her again.
In 2005, Puan Emma started writing to me after so long. Her emails changed me in some way or another.
At the age of 24, i was at the peak of my career; struggling to become 'somebody' in the surveying field and moving forward to inspire myself in becoming the youngest partner of a company before the age of 30.
During those times, i recall myself as an extremely business minded and reasonably sophisticated person in most things; from the way i talk, walk, dress, poeple in my circle, etc. This, FORTUNATELY made me sounds and look older than my actual age. In working world, i felt glad when people mistook me as a 27 years old rather than a 24 years old. I always thought when you are older, people will take you more seriously too. UNFORTUNATELY, when it comes to general human relationship, i somehow turned out to be 'unpleasant'.
Well, despite of my 'cold-cold' attitude, Puan Emma's emails made me feel like otherwise. Through her emails, i felt that i can escape from being that 'unpleasant' person to someone else.
On 9/20/05, Naz. A.R wrote:
Assalamualaikum,
Dear Puan Emma,
Thanks for your email. Don't worry about replying if you're not really in the comfort zone. I just love writing to you and share all the stories I have in mind.
I reached home from work quite early today; bout 6 p.m. The company just hired a new staff last week; a female graduate from UIA, same age as me and who happened to sit next to me. The good thing about this new girl – she is friendly but the few annoying things about her; she's too friendly that she kept on dragging me into her chat sessions – which I found very distracting. Other than that, she likes to peep on me especially whenever I'm on the line talking with someone. But of course, since I was once the winner for 'Anugerah Pelajar Paling Berbudi Bahasa' back in UTM (hahahaha!), I opted for the silence war rather than open confrontation - sigh
Did you know that we have the first batch of Diploma students in UTM KL? Quite an interesting group for I have personally got the chance to interact with them since the last few months. Oh ya, I got a new nick name – Sis Naz – LOL! Next, we are going to have this friendly match this Saturday. It'll be the ex-students versus the students where the guys will play football and the girls will play the volleyball. We can't play netball – the ex-students ramai dah expired and tired of running here and there J It's not an official event so I don't think Puan Zu knows about it yet. Wish us all the best!
Last month me and few friends went to UTM Johor, visiting friends who are still pursuing their degree. The first night I had the chance to meet up with the first year. There was this student, a Chinese guy named Justin – quite handsomelah, hahaha! But too bad his like 6 years younger than me. He approached me personally together with 4 of his friends later that night asking my opinions on the Qs course. At that time, he was thinking of changing to another course. According to him, he never applied for the course and got frustrated when he got the offer. I was not really sure how to answer him at first. Finally I decided to tell him about my study years in UTM and where my life headed to after graduation. I shared with them about my interview with Shell and how I flopped during the 3 rd stage interview for being unable to further elaborate on the pros and cons of having national parks – duhJ . And I shared with them about how I managed to sustain only for 3 months while doing my part time master with ITM, since the course structure was a bit ridicilous and seriously boring. We talked a lot about old days; how we worked hard to meet up assignment's datelines, how we lied to the UTM's guards whenever we came back late after supper or midnite movies, how our friends helped us to sign the attendance sheet if we couldn't make it to class that day or too lazy(Ops!), how nice Dr.Maizon was for giving us the longest break.."20 minit - cukup ka?"...hahaha!, how most of us tak sampai hati nak ponteng kelas Pn Emma (hehehe:P) because you're so nice, how we most enjoyed En.Saidin's class because his so funny (talking about when he asked one of us to draw the tandas duduk and squat toilet and later the guy who drew it turned out to be sketching just the legs - standing and squatting...hahahah!
FinalIy, i told them the whole industry is like Siti Nurhaliza. She sings well and look oustandingly beautiful. But what made her looks great? What made her sings so well and that her songs are so popular? So I relate the whole Siti Nurhaliza's issue with the song composers, the make artists, the sound engineers and the other hidden talents. Later I told them that the Architects and the Engineers are just like Siti. What ever they designed are so obviously transparent that people can instantly notice and acknowledge their talent. And as for the Qs, we are like the song composers, the make up artists and etc. We help them in ensuring that the project is a realistic mission and etc. Or else, it might turned out to be Siti Nurhaliza with too much make up or Siti Nurhaliza with Petaling Street's accessories, hahaha! They seem to understand about the whole idea and all of us suddenly broke into laughters. I think it make sense. The discussion went on for more than 3 hours and Justin later decided to go on with the course. We both still communicating until now. I think his doing well in his studies and every personal achievement he made, he'll sure share the news with me. Wah, I'm such an inspiration to the young ones, LOL!
Oh dear, it's raining heavily outside. Anyway it's good to have rainny days in KL – the normal days were too hot. I'm staying with my sister in Bukit Antarabangsa; it's our parent's apartment. Next year, it'll be three of us – the brother in law – yikes! So once you're back in Malaysia and whenever you're in KL, you are most welcome here. There's this great satay stall in Jalan Semarak that you should try – ask Puan Zu – better than satay Kajang!
Until next time, take care!
Best regards,
Naz Rahim
I also still remember my best friend at that time; Uderq used to be very annoyed with me every time i talk to Puan Emma. It will definitely sounds peculiar to most people now because, i tend to get this 'blushing-blushing' sudden attack whenever the conversation took place. For those who never met her, she is one of the most 'motherly' figure i ever met, other than my mom.
Puan Emma left UTM for England in 2002 with her husband and 2 kids to pursue her PhD. In 2003, i graduated and since then, i never heard from her again.
In 2005, Puan Emma started writing to me after so long. Her emails changed me in some way or another.
At the age of 24, i was at the peak of my career; struggling to become 'somebody' in the surveying field and moving forward to inspire myself in becoming the youngest partner of a company before the age of 30.
During those times, i recall myself as an extremely business minded and reasonably sophisticated person in most things; from the way i talk, walk, dress, poeple in my circle, etc. This, FORTUNATELY made me sounds and look older than my actual age. In working world, i felt glad when people mistook me as a 27 years old rather than a 24 years old. I always thought when you are older, people will take you more seriously too. UNFORTUNATELY, when it comes to general human relationship, i somehow turned out to be 'unpleasant'.
Well, despite of my 'cold-cold' attitude, Puan Emma's emails made me feel like otherwise. Through her emails, i felt that i can escape from being that 'unpleasant' person to someone else.
On 9/20/05, Naz. A.R
Assalamualaikum,
Dear Puan Emma,
Thanks for your email. Don't worry about replying if you're not really in the comfort zone. I just love writing to you and share all the stories I have in mind.
I reached home from work quite early today; bout 6 p.m. The company just hired a new staff last week; a female graduate from UIA, same age as me and who happened to sit next to me. The good thing about this new girl – she is friendly but the few annoying things about her; she's too friendly that she kept on dragging me into her chat sessions – which I found very distracting. Other than that, she likes to peep on me especially whenever I'm on the line talking with someone. But of course, since I was once the winner for 'Anugerah Pelajar Paling Berbudi Bahasa' back in UTM (hahahaha!), I opted for the silence war rather than open confrontation - sigh
Did you know that we have the first batch of Diploma students in UTM KL? Quite an interesting group for I have personally got the chance to interact with them since the last few months. Oh ya, I got a new nick name – Sis Naz – LOL! Next, we are going to have this friendly match this Saturday. It'll be the ex-students versus the students where the guys will play football and the girls will play the volleyball. We can't play netball – the ex-students ramai dah expired and tired of running here and there J It's not an official event so I don't think Puan Zu knows about it yet. Wish us all the best!
Last month me and few friends went to UTM Johor, visiting friends who are still pursuing their degree. The first night I had the chance to meet up with the first year. There was this student, a Chinese guy named Justin – quite handsomelah, hahaha! But too bad his like 6 years younger than me. He approached me personally together with 4 of his friends later that night asking my opinions on the Qs course. At that time, he was thinking of changing to another course. According to him, he never applied for the course and got frustrated when he got the offer. I was not really sure how to answer him at first. Finally I decided to tell him about my study years in UTM and where my life headed to after graduation. I shared with them about my interview with Shell and how I flopped during the 3 rd stage interview for being unable to further elaborate on the pros and cons of having national parks – duhJ . And I shared with them about how I managed to sustain only for 3 months while doing my part time master with ITM, since the course structure was a bit ridicilous and seriously boring. We talked a lot about old days; how we worked hard to meet up assignment's datelines, how we lied to the UTM's guards whenever we came back late after supper or midnite movies, how our friends helped us to sign the attendance sheet if we couldn't make it to class that day or too lazy(Ops!), how nice Dr.Maizon was for giving us the longest break.."20 minit - cukup ka?"...hahaha!, how most of us tak sampai hati nak ponteng kelas Pn Emma (hehehe:P) because you're so nice, how we most enjoyed En.Saidin's class because his so funny (talking about when he asked one of us to draw the tandas duduk and squat toilet and later the guy who drew it turned out to be sketching just the legs - standing and squatting...hahahah!
FinalIy, i told them the whole industry is like Siti Nurhaliza. She sings well and look oustandingly beautiful. But what made her looks great? What made her sings so well and that her songs are so popular? So I relate the whole Siti Nurhaliza's issue with the song composers, the make artists, the sound engineers and the other hidden talents. Later I told them that the Architects and the Engineers are just like Siti. What ever they designed are so obviously transparent that people can instantly notice and acknowledge their talent. And as for the Qs, we are like the song composers, the make up artists and etc. We help them in ensuring that the project is a realistic mission and etc. Or else, it might turned out to be Siti Nurhaliza with too much make up or Siti Nurhaliza with Petaling Street's accessories, hahaha! They seem to understand about the whole idea and all of us suddenly broke into laughters. I think it make sense. The discussion went on for more than 3 hours and Justin later decided to go on with the course. We both still communicating until now. I think his doing well in his studies and every personal achievement he made, he'll sure share the news with me. Wah, I'm such an inspiration to the young ones, LOL!
Oh dear, it's raining heavily outside. Anyway it's good to have rainny days in KL – the normal days were too hot. I'm staying with my sister in Bukit Antarabangsa; it's our parent's apartment. Next year, it'll be three of us – the brother in law – yikes! So once you're back in Malaysia and whenever you're in KL, you are most welcome here. There's this great satay stall in Jalan Semarak that you should try – ask Puan Zu – better than satay Kajang!
Until next time, take care!
Best regards,
Naz Rahim
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Raya...
Everdearest family and friends...
Selamat Hari Raya Adil Adha...
Tidak lama lagi, saya akan pulang beraya akhirnya....
Selamat Hari Raya Adil Adha...
Tidak lama lagi, saya akan pulang beraya akhirnya....
When we were young...
I overheard a conversation between a girl and boy yesterday, while anticipating for 'customers' alongside a dear friend, DD in her 't-shirt' and 'crepes' stall:
The boy : *looking like a less than 24 years old lad and seems like an avid sports fan. very boyish looking and i pressumed he might find girls 'not yet' fully interesting*
The girl: *looking like someone who is similar of age but between a girl and not yet a woman the kind of genre. Bit blurry looking and seems like the kind of girl whom her close circle of friends would probably more guys than girls. And i have storng feeling that this boy is her closest male friend*
The boy entered RCSI exam's hall with a soccer ball in his arms. Walked straight to the girl; they looked at each other and the boy suddenly tossed the soccer ball right on the girl's head!!
The girl : *screamed* - I AM A GIRL!!...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!??
The boy : *emotionless; nor apologising or smiling but made his way to the other end of the hall...owh, with the same ball in his arms..(p/s: i thinked he sort of like her)
I was instantly laughing and really thought it was extremely funny..
This reminds me of myself and my best male friend; Khairil Hafiz when we were both about the same age..but nothing to do with any soccer balls.
Myself and Hafiz only addressed each other by "you" and "i" since we were in our 1st year until now (slight changed by adding few notions such as "macha", "sis" or "pal"). We were very closed but at the same time, polite towards each other?
I remembered when we were in our final year, while having a loud chat with other friends in one of our kedai mamak's session, Hafiz out of sudden, addressed me as "engkau". The looks on my friends faces; shocked i guess and mine is worse. There goes the unwelcomed silent from everyone..
Me - What did you just call me, Hafiz?
Hafiz - Err..ehh you..sorry you...sorry..
That was the first and the last time i heard him adressing me as that...
Thining about it again, it seems rather silly now but back then, it was a major issue.
Anyway, a quick break to keep me going with this long due assignment..
The boy : *looking like a less than 24 years old lad and seems like an avid sports fan. very boyish looking and i pressumed he might find girls 'not yet' fully interesting*
The girl: *looking like someone who is similar of age but between a girl and not yet a woman the kind of genre. Bit blurry looking and seems like the kind of girl whom her close circle of friends would probably more guys than girls. And i have storng feeling that this boy is her closest male friend*
The boy entered RCSI exam's hall with a soccer ball in his arms. Walked straight to the girl; they looked at each other and the boy suddenly tossed the soccer ball right on the girl's head!!
The girl : *screamed* - I AM A GIRL!!...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!??
The boy : *emotionless; nor apologising or smiling but made his way to the other end of the hall...owh, with the same ball in his arms..(p/s: i thinked he sort of like her)
I was instantly laughing and really thought it was extremely funny..
This reminds me of myself and my best male friend; Khairil Hafiz when we were both about the same age..but nothing to do with any soccer balls.
Myself and Hafiz only addressed each other by "you" and "i" since we were in our 1st year until now (slight changed by adding few notions such as "macha", "sis" or "pal"). We were very closed but at the same time, polite towards each other?
I remembered when we were in our final year, while having a loud chat with other friends in one of our kedai mamak's session, Hafiz out of sudden, addressed me as "engkau". The looks on my friends faces; shocked i guess and mine is worse. There goes the unwelcomed silent from everyone..
Me - What did you just call me, Hafiz?
Hafiz - Err..ehh you..sorry you...sorry..
That was the first and the last time i heard him adressing me as that...
Thining about it again, it seems rather silly now but back then, it was a major issue.
Anyway, a quick break to keep me going with this long due assignment..
History repeats itself...
KUALA LUMPUR 6 Dis. - Polis mengerahkan kira-kira 3,000 hingga 5,000 penduduk di sekitar kawasan Taman Bukit Mewah, Bukit Antarabangsa di sini yang mengalami tanah runtuh supaya berpindah serta-merta kerana pergerakan tanah masih berlaku.
Ketua Polis Negara, Tan Sri Musa Hassan berkata, antara kawasan-kawasan perumahan terbabit ialah Taman Bukit Mewah, Taman Bukit Jaya, Taman Bukit Utama, kondominium Impiana Selatan, Kondominium Raya, Kondominium Oakleaf dan Kondominium Kyoto Garden.
Katanya, kawasan berkenaan akan ditutup untuk sementara sehingga mendapat isyarat hijau dari pihak Jabatan Kerja Raya (JKR).
"Penduduk yang diminta untuk meninggalkan kediaman mereka tidak perlu risau kerana kita (polis) akan menjaga kawasan berkenaan.
"Pemilik rumah diminta supaya meninggalkan nama penuh mereka bagi memudahkan polis menghubungi mereka," ujarnya ketika ditemui di tempat kejadian.
Selain itu katanya, pasukan penyelamat terpaksa membuka dua lagi jalan alternatif ke kawasan berkenaan kerana laluan utama tertutup dengan timbunan tanah.
Hujan lebat sejak pukul 3 petang bagaimanapun tidak menjelaskan misi pencarian mangsa-mangsa yang terperangkap.
Dalam kejadian itu empat orang terkorban, 10 cedera dan seorang lagi masih hilang apabila 14 buah rumah di kawasan tersebut ranap setelah bukit yang terletak 20 meter dari situ runtuh sekitar pukul 3.50 pagi ini.
Ketua Polis Negara, Tan Sri Musa Hassan berkata, antara kawasan-kawasan perumahan terbabit ialah Taman Bukit Mewah, Taman Bukit Jaya, Taman Bukit Utama, kondominium Impiana Selatan, Kondominium Raya, Kondominium Oakleaf dan Kondominium Kyoto Garden.
Katanya, kawasan berkenaan akan ditutup untuk sementara sehingga mendapat isyarat hijau dari pihak Jabatan Kerja Raya (JKR).
"Penduduk yang diminta untuk meninggalkan kediaman mereka tidak perlu risau kerana kita (polis) akan menjaga kawasan berkenaan.
"Pemilik rumah diminta supaya meninggalkan nama penuh mereka bagi memudahkan polis menghubungi mereka," ujarnya ketika ditemui di tempat kejadian.
Selain itu katanya, pasukan penyelamat terpaksa membuka dua lagi jalan alternatif ke kawasan berkenaan kerana laluan utama tertutup dengan timbunan tanah.
Hujan lebat sejak pukul 3 petang bagaimanapun tidak menjelaskan misi pencarian mangsa-mangsa yang terperangkap.
Dalam kejadian itu empat orang terkorban, 10 cedera dan seorang lagi masih hilang apabila 14 buah rumah di kawasan tersebut ranap setelah bukit yang terletak 20 meter dari situ runtuh sekitar pukul 3.50 pagi ini.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
malam minggu saya...
bila malam minggu . saya susah hendak tidur. tapi sejak akhir-akhir ini . hari-hari saya susah nak tidur.
hari-hari saya berfikir . pasal ekonomi hari-hari . hari ini saya ada di sini . hari esok saya tak pasti.
hari-hari saya rasa risau . fikir hari-hari yang saya mungkin kena pergi . rakan-rakan ramai yang sudah kembali . saya di sini masih ternanti-nanti.
bila saya risau begini . mama saya pesan ‘don’t worry, be happy’ . nanti rambut cepat beruban . lagi susah hati . kan?
bila saya datang sini . saya rasa paling ‘happy’ . mama saya juga 'happy' . ini mimpi saya sejak muda-muda lagi . mahu jalan sana sini . mahu belajar tinggi-tinggi . mahu buat itu ini . semua dengan duit sendiri.
kalau saya kena pergi . semua mimpi tinggal mimpi . tapi mama pesan pada saya . mimpi boleh dikejar di mana-mana . tidak perlu fikir hanya Malaysia . doa mama dengan anaknya. kena berani kuatkan hati .
hendak pergi memang di hati . terlepas peluang takutkan rugi . tapi . bila tinggalkan semua di sini . mungkin tidak pulang kembali. mungkin juga tidak berjumpa lagi. hati saya sedih sekali.
selamat malam naz…
A fine fine line...
I had the chance to participate in a full dressed rehearsel of Cinderella Musical at Gaeity's today; thanks to a good friend @ housemate who thoughtfully booked two free tickets for this ocassion. I am not really a big fan of 'kids' musical though but for an old time's sake, it was enjoyable. We had the chance to make ourselves comfortable at the Parterre section, also one of the more expensive seats in Gaiety as i know. The show started with the appearance of the fairy god-mother; whom i thinked lacking of 'motherly' chemistry with the young audiences. Cinderella was expectedly a beautiful face and the Prince Charming reminded me of Brian, from Westlife. My favourite characters were the 2 step-sisters; mean, fat and funny! The climax of the show (for not-so-young faces like us), was when Button (Cinderalla's best friend) sang a song from Avenue Q musical broadway originated from the State. As for the overall show, i will rate 2.5 out of 5. It wasn't really that bad though but i still thinked the show lacked of some 'magic' touch despite of the extravagant sets and casts. The most enjoyable so far, personally when it comes to musical pantomin would be Beauty and the Beast, watched last year.
Nevertheless, take five to learn about "It's a fine fine line...."
(From the Broadway musicale Avenue Q)
There's a fine, fine line
between a lover, and a friend.
There's a fine, fine line
between reality, and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top
if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of time
There's a fine, fine line
between a fairy tale, and a lie.
And there's a fine, fine line
between "you're wonderful" and "goodbye".
I guess if someone doesn't love you back
it isn't such a crime
But there's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of your time
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...
There's a fine, fine line
between together, and not.
And there's a fine, fine line
between what you wanted, and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
while you're still in your prime.
There's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of time.
Nevertheless, take five to learn about "It's a fine fine line...."
(From the Broadway musicale Avenue Q)
There's a fine, fine line
between a lover, and a friend.
There's a fine, fine line
between reality, and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top
if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of time
There's a fine, fine line
between a fairy tale, and a lie.
And there's a fine, fine line
between "you're wonderful" and "goodbye".
I guess if someone doesn't love you back
it isn't such a crime
But there's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of your time
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...
There's a fine, fine line
between together, and not.
And there's a fine, fine line
between what you wanted, and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
while you're still in your prime.
There's a fine, fine line
between love, and a waste of time.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Holiday season...
"Never shall I forget
the days I spent with you
Continue to be my friend
as you will always find me yours."
-Ludwig van Beethoven-
Happy holidays kids!
Over stated....
One of the things, which I said too often in the past few days…
Scene 1
A telephone conversation with a Contractor in trying to get an urgent quotation
Contractor : Listen Naz, are you staying late tonight?
Me : Hmm…,Barry can you try to send over those stuffs by 5.30 pm?
Contractor : Naz…if it’s going to make you happy…I’m happy. I'm giving you a special price.
Me : Hahaha…you’re a good man Barry..thanks!
Scene 2
A telephone conversation with a Contractor (again) in trying to confirm a tender price
Me : Eugene, I need you to confirm the tender I emailed to you..
Contractor : Naz, is it ok with the hospital if it’s 50k?
Me : Eugene, if it’s less then it’s a saving but if it’s over, we bust!
Contractor : Oh ok, then it’s fine with me
Me : You happy Eugene?
Contractor : I’m happy when you’re happy Naz..
Me : Hahaha!
Contractor : If you need anything, please call me ok?
Me : Yes Eugene, I will c a l l y ou i f i n e e d a n y t h i n g..(say each word one by one)
Contractor and me *seconds of silent moment*
Contractor and me *both laughing softly*
Contractor : You have a great weekend Naz
Me : Thanks Eugene…take care…good luck ok!
Scene 3
A conversation between an employer and her most dreaded big boss after she managed to confirm the tender price
Me : Neil, Eugene confirmed the price
Director : Excellent! 2 for us today; David’s final account and your X-
Ray
Me *half way leaving the boss’s desk; stopped and turned*
Me : Neil…you happy?
Director : Yep…(without even looking)
Me *walked straight to my desk*
Me : Hahaha…I just can’t believed I just said that to him!!! *talking to herself*
Scene 4
A short conversation between myself, an associate and an architect
Associate : *looking at the architect* Send us all those stuffs today and we'll review the cost plan
Architect : Sure, we'll try to get them out by today
Associate : *turned to me* You happy Naz?
Me : *wasn't expecting the question* Err..yeah happy..*grins*
Architect : No, it's happier!
All : Laughing out loud!
Scene 5
A quick text from a little sister to me
Kid : We're home! Thanx yar 4 d play n hot choc =)
Me : U happy?
Kid : ;P
Now, can anyone guess which one is the 'over-stated'?
Good luck!
Scene 1
A telephone conversation with a Contractor in trying to get an urgent quotation
Contractor : Listen Naz, are you staying late tonight?
Me : Hmm…,Barry can you try to send over those stuffs by 5.30 pm?
Contractor : Naz…if it’s going to make you happy…I’m happy. I'm giving you a special price.
Me : Hahaha…you’re a good man Barry..thanks!
Scene 2
A telephone conversation with a Contractor (again) in trying to confirm a tender price
Me : Eugene, I need you to confirm the tender I emailed to you..
Contractor : Naz, is it ok with the hospital if it’s 50k?
Me : Eugene, if it’s less then it’s a saving but if it’s over, we bust!
Contractor : Oh ok, then it’s fine with me
Me : You happy Eugene?
Contractor : I’m happy when you’re happy Naz..
Me : Hahaha!
Contractor : If you need anything, please call me ok?
Me : Yes Eugene, I will c a l l y ou i f i n e e d a n y t h i n g..(say each word one by one)
Contractor and me *seconds of silent moment*
Contractor and me *both laughing softly*
Contractor : You have a great weekend Naz
Me : Thanks Eugene…take care…good luck ok!
Scene 3
A conversation between an employer and her most dreaded big boss after she managed to confirm the tender price
Me : Neil, Eugene confirmed the price
Director : Excellent! 2 for us today; David’s final account and your X-
Ray
Me *half way leaving the boss’s desk; stopped and turned*
Me : Neil…you happy?
Director : Yep…(without even looking)
Me *walked straight to my desk*
Me : Hahaha…I just can’t believed I just said that to him!!! *talking to herself*
Scene 4
A short conversation between myself, an associate and an architect
Associate : *looking at the architect* Send us all those stuffs today and we'll review the cost plan
Architect : Sure, we'll try to get them out by today
Associate : *turned to me* You happy Naz?
Me : *wasn't expecting the question* Err..yeah happy..*grins*
Architect : No, it's happier!
All : Laughing out loud!
Scene 5
A quick text from a little sister to me
Kid : We're home! Thanx yar 4 d play n hot choc =)
Me : U happy?
Kid : ;P
Now, can anyone guess which one is the 'over-stated'?
Good luck!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
So this is what 'tagging' all about...
Tagged by a little sister.
Name the latest book you bought?
smyth and hogan: criminal Law (showing off...boring2)
What is your fullname?
Nazirah Abd Rahim
Name the person you want to meet in real life or the first time?
Lord Denning
Christina or Britney?
Christina
Do you do your own laundry?
Indeed
The most exciting place you wanna go?
House of Lords
Hugs or kisses?
Kisses
8 things I am passionate about?
- family values
- good friends
- career
- little cousins
- kids in general
- cooking with love
- theatres
- tennis
8 things you say too often?
- hi, this is naz rahim from Cyril Sweett…
- you...you..
- ammmaaaaaaa.....
- things like that
- darn!
- owh sheeeshhh!
- right....
- u happy...i'm happy
8 books I've read recently?
- thanks for the memories
- a thousand splendid sun
- criminal law
- contract law
- constitutional law
- irish legal system
- good legal writing
- argos catalouge
8 songs I could listen to over and over again?
- knife; rockwell
- shower me with your love; bad english
- between the lines; sarah barailles
- masterpiece; atlantic star
- just tell me you love me; england dan & john ford coley
- ocean deap; cliff richard
- that's what friends are for; dionne warick
- until the time is through; 5ive
8 things I learned last year?
- cooking
- the clock is cut short by 1 hour during winter
- paying 42% tax is extremely frustrating
- theatres can be cheap and not formal
- ‘mat sallehs’ are same as other sapiens…equally smart and dumb
- 'great' career is not everything....
- read map
- stay calm and don't panic
Tag 8 people
- anak
- anak bebeh
- ms anak
- madihah
- mama 'nak'
- athirah
- didi dearie
- cik ezlin
Name the latest book you bought?
smyth and hogan: criminal Law (showing off...boring2)
What is your fullname?
Nazirah Abd Rahim
Name the person you want to meet in real life or the first time?
Lord Denning
Christina or Britney?
Christina
Do you do your own laundry?
Indeed
The most exciting place you wanna go?
House of Lords
Hugs or kisses?
Kisses
8 things I am passionate about?
- family values
- good friends
- career
- little cousins
- kids in general
- cooking with love
- theatres
- tennis
8 things you say too often?
- hi, this is naz rahim from Cyril Sweett…
- you...you..
- ammmaaaaaaa.....
- things like that
- darn!
- owh sheeeshhh!
- right....
- u happy...i'm happy
8 books I've read recently?
- thanks for the memories
- a thousand splendid sun
- criminal law
- contract law
- constitutional law
- irish legal system
- good legal writing
- argos catalouge
8 songs I could listen to over and over again?
- knife; rockwell
- shower me with your love; bad english
- between the lines; sarah barailles
- masterpiece; atlantic star
- just tell me you love me; england dan & john ford coley
- ocean deap; cliff richard
- that's what friends are for; dionne warick
- until the time is through; 5ive
8 things I learned last year?
- cooking
- the clock is cut short by 1 hour during winter
- paying 42% tax is extremely frustrating
- theatres can be cheap and not formal
- ‘mat sallehs’ are same as other sapiens…equally smart and dumb
- 'great' career is not everything....
- read map
- stay calm and don't panic
Tag 8 people
- anak
- anak bebeh
- ms anak
- madihah
- mama 'nak'
- athirah
- didi dearie
- cik ezlin
HOOYA!
Self-pity...
"I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.."
by David Herbert Lawrence
Alas, HOOYA Naz!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
of missing and me....tribute to Anak
Quoted from dearest little cousin latest blog entry (http://strange-me.blogspot.com/)....
"I miss the cerita hantu sessions with my cousins (plus the geli-geli or cari rambut gatal sessions with Kakna bebeh.Ingat tak Kakna? Bila nak balik? Tetiba je. he he). Especially the one that we had during EID whilst snugging in our makeshift bed at Tok's place. That is something, that sadly, might not happen again..."
Anak, did you realised that we actually starting to miss all of these once we no longer get hold of them? We should have cherish more when we still have the chance right? Those days when things were smaller and simpler...
"I miss the cerita hantu sessions with my cousins (plus the geli-geli or cari rambut gatal sessions with Kakna bebeh.Ingat tak Kakna? Bila nak balik? Tetiba je. he he). Especially the one that we had during EID whilst snugging in our makeshift bed at Tok's place. That is something, that sadly, might not happen again..."
Anak, did you realised that we actually starting to miss all of these once we no longer get hold of them? We should have cherish more when we still have the chance right? Those days when things were smaller and simpler...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Deja vu..
The train from Dun Laoghaire (not ‘dun loRRy’ as a little sister used to pronounce it) back to the city centre was reasonably packed with locals and foreign faces (look who’s talking). Both hands are still feeling numb due to the sudden urge of coldness while I was making my way up; exploring the harbour in the winter darkness. Snapping few good pictures seems like a fruitless venture as I am still struggling to understand how a decent digital camera works under the night sky.
That Saturday evening, the quiet Dun Laoghaire was beaming with colourful lights and massive flow of sapiens. I was overwhelmed with the festive sensation but at the same time, alienated from the unfamiliar crowd. I was here last year though, same blunt Irish winter (just without the friendly showers) and for the same reason. The only lacking was being here all by my-self without the company of the same friendly and ‘misunderstood’ faces. Quoted from a dear ‘double alphabet’ partner in crime; “those innocent times when there were no rush"
.........................those 'very' innocent faces in 2015....................
There goes the changing season.....
Goes the changing people...
Nevertheless, happy weekend naz...
That Saturday evening, the quiet Dun Laoghaire was beaming with colourful lights and massive flow of sapiens. I was overwhelmed with the festive sensation but at the same time, alienated from the unfamiliar crowd. I was here last year though, same blunt Irish winter (just without the friendly showers) and for the same reason. The only lacking was being here all by my-self without the company of the same friendly and ‘misunderstood’ faces. Quoted from a dear ‘double alphabet’ partner in crime; “those innocent times when there were no rush"
.........................those 'very' innocent faces in 2015....................
There goes the changing season.....
Goes the changing people...
Nevertheless, happy weekend naz...
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