Teary-eyed Confession

Salam.

It has been a week.

I don't know when is the hype going to stop. I erm, I've been watching video of Shila Amzah performing during Asian Wave  for past 5 or 6 days. It was always like this, if I were too obsessed with a person, or song, I will put the song on repeat for at least a week. I guess this has something to do with the meaning of my name, Nadiah, which means loyal. (OMG kalau zikir takpelah jugak). I was once, bought three pairs of same shoes because I love the design. So yes, after first pair worn and tear, I bought the next two pair. After third pair, I thought it was too ridiculous to buy the same shoes for more than three times, hence the shoes evolved.

And current item that I can't bear to lose is my sunglasses. I bought it because Kristen Stewart wore this cat-eye shape shades during visiting her mother in second installment of Twilight, Eclipse and because of my obsession over Kristen and Robert (this obsession was long past now-don't laugh), I have to find the same shape. The most I can do to get close to Robert Pattinson by that time is by liking and imitating his girlfriend, right? Haha

Kristen's sunglasses

The closest sunglasses that I able to find

My attempt was a bit skewed, but at least the pointy tip is there. Haha

I love to sit beside driver if I am one of the passenger, because I can put on my sunglasses without people judging. I  need to have the sunglasses because my eyes can't really stand the sun ray and I can get all teary-eyed without it. Sensitive eyes I have here. But people just don't understand, poor me :P. However, I will be a bit upset too, if my roadtrip day happens to be not sunny, I don't have concrete reason to put on sunglasses. Hence less glamorous look in the picture. Haha

If you would like to be in awe with Shila as well, here is the compilation. Stolen from generous youtube.



Have your mind blown! 

Mending Lies and Knit Brows

Salam.

I am a bit too excited to sleep tonight, well tomorrow is Friday, I should not sour my good mood tonight.

I read my xanga, (see how good for nothing is this stay up became?). I started blog because I need constant medium to tell, and it was obvious I write better things back then. Haha. But when it comes to how many views I got for each blogpost, it was beyond humiliation. Any idea on how to get rid of the 'views'?

I know that I should sleep, but I thought I want to have some celebration over what happened today. Something is happened, which make me think, what kind of boss I will become one fine day (provided the necessity of panjang umur and murah rezeki). I hope to be one that benefits all. Amin.

Bye.

Star studded

Salam.

Mind blowing Shila!


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This long weekend doesn't seem enough. I was going back and forth in between social events and family commitment. To say that out loud makes me realize growing up is not an easy process. I was fallen sick in between, having no rest and hopefully able to make the best out of it.

I was wounded, not once but for many. Tried to calm down and distract myself by shifting my attention (which I looked best at it). It was somehow helpful. But seriously I hope that kind of feeling will not come again, as I have no idea whether I will be able to face it again.

Reading chick-lit is good, as it was entertaining. But reading chick-lit or engrossed too much may weaken us, personality as a girl/woman. This is because there was too many whining remarks, weepy and sympathetic characters develop within insignifantly. As if it is okay to whine always.

I have a 3-hour assessment on next Thursday, I don't know what the fellow assessor (called technical professional- which the name creeps me a little) will question me, but silently I pray wearing smile will be enough. By Friday, I am the happiest person alive. That one is for sure.

I am sending off my brother at KLIA now. His next job will be about 8-month, and he will be back somewhere in June. Our line of job are totally different, which I sometimes hope we can switch our job because truthfully, I think working and meeting people is exhaustive. Dealing and faking a smile was something I am now quite master at. My brother job I think more to deal with stars and ocean, no counterparts (with emotional-attached being) which I long for that kind of job. But to think lowly of others' job is unfair. We never know what are their challenge. Hence I am grateful enough working with my beloved company.

Triplet

Salam.

Yesterday I was in Melaka, attending Naddy's open house with few girlfriends. The get together session was awesome, reminds me so much on our much younger days. (hint: sitting on the sharp grass ignoring the pain just to have the picture taken).

On Sunday, I received call from Ina to have her cousin's wife sent to Medical Centre at Bangsar. Cousin of Ina was suddenly collapse during his marathon. Something to do with his heart, and he in comatoseness. We  rushed to the medical centre, drop his wife at emergency unit and off I went to parking area. I lost at the parking area because the system was so not helpful :(

Just received good news from Ina that his cousin is already regain conciousness.

Off to civil mini gathering, it was Taman Melati clans' open house. Again, after not meeting each other for few months, the reunion didn't seem like we lost contact that long. Thanks to technology :)

I am queueing up for KFC right now, decided to write because the service allow me to, I have to wait for a bit as the waiter and waitress did not seem sufficient.

On What I Manage to

Salam.

On the way back home, wondering what will be my dinner. Bump into Rose and her boyfriend, Rafi, chit chat for a bit and later only I realized I still didn't manage a boyfriend. (OMG sounds so desperate here).

I started to read again, able to flip 2 pages and done for the day. Seriously reading is really the best sleeping pills.

I am so excited to decorate our final house. Been hopping here and there and up till now, after having stayed in about 10 address, the only one I remember is my first house. For the rest, I need to call mother to confirm on the number, road etc etc. Often times, my mail went to my neighbour house, because I am not sure my house number is 32 or 33 or 23 or 22 (even now at this very moment).

After been reading Kasih Aleeya's blog, about how sudden her brother 'left', I can not help but whatsapp on my younger brother everynight. We used to talk for hours during my UTP time, talking crap and now, come to think again, it has been a while we didn't contact each other that close.

There are 8 stops to my house fromm Masjid Jamek, now reaching 7th stop. Have to end write this quick because I didn't master writing while walking just yet. With that, bye!

One More Will Come

Salam.

See? It is Monday that I always inspired to write. Hehe. I am at McD now, waiting for Maghrib for Ina to breakfasting. Last weekend was one full of calori weekend. Alhamdulillah for the time spent with friends and for the delicious food.

While waiting for your friend at the toilet, no place that you stand will make you feel less awkward. (referring to my current location now)

One or two things I learned, always think good about what future holds you (provided we make effort on it).

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