What are you complaining for?

I've had a friend who's been complaining about how complicated her love life is. But just when she found someone nice, she thought he was dull and left him for another bad boy to make her life even more complicated. And too many times before, when lepaking with my friends that I heard, "OMG! this noodle is too salty!!!!" And kept complaining but kept eating at the same time.

How ironic that is? But come on, I often do that myself. In an evening like this, I would be yelling out loud to my officemates, "Kak, laparnyeeee.." and kept complaining. But didn't even bother to buy food downstairs. Why? The answer is simple..

L.A.Z.Y

Lazy to turn something small to something big for us. And the laziness caused us to completely ignore everything. To tolerate. Ignoring the fact that I'm hungry. Tolerating the fact that she can never be satisfied with any guy she ended up with. Or even worse, convincing oneself that, "i'm not going to die by eating the salty noodles."

But one thing I'm glad that I choose to ignore my laziness is by doing the police report regarding Mr. Psycho.

My life has never been better after that. No more jumping out at the sound of my message tone. No need to change my hp number. And life is back to normal; only more blissful when I started to sit back and appreciate life.

See sometimes, u just have to do one tiny little thing, REACT. Who knows by complaining to the waitress that ur food is too salty, she'll do better cooking next time and in a realllllyyyy long run, she'll get more customers coming in.

I just think if you start to tolerate the thing that u think is small, then eventually u'll adapt urself to tolerate to something bigger. If u don't bother to do anything about it, u shouldn't bother be complaining either. I'm not intending to tolerate on people messing up with other people's privacy, or relationship. So by doing the police report, I'm telling myself that I really can't take people messing up with me. And I won't tolerate this kind of thing in the future.

There goes. I'm proud of myself because the report is more than just a paper. :)

The man who sold newspaper

I found one reason to love my neighborhood this morning.. finally.

There is only ONE way to go out from my housing area to the highway. And by the road, there is an old chinese man who sells some Chinese newspapers, and each morning, many cars stopped by the road to buy the newspaper since half of the population in my residential is Chinese.

Every single time I passed by that road, I will feel annoyed. With some selfish cars double parking by the road or braking up all of a sudden to get their newspaper without giving any signals. Since I was always annoyed, I never realized this old Chinese guy, sitting down, waving at the car that passed by with a really sweet smile. When I finally realized that, I couldn't care less for I thought he was attracting me to buy his Chinese newspaper, while obviously, my skin tone didn't reflect any of my Chinese look (if i happen to inherit that from any of my ancestors).

Only lately that I realized, he was doing it very sincerely. His smile is so genuine. But not until today that I started to appreciate the beauty of that little stall by the road. It was raining heavily this morning, that only a couple of cars stopped by. So, I can see that old man clearly.

He was wearing his yellow raincoat, with umbrealla, stepping outside the big umbrella that covered his stall, and waving at my car with the sweetest smile that I can think of right now.

That's the only reason that makes me feel, "well, this place is not that bad after all." And ONE reason is all i need. :)

I love my work

I am so tired. both physically and mentally. My life has been everything but ordinary since last Friday.

Last Friday.. Well, have u ever had one of those days, where u dressed up so prettily, had ur hair done really nicely and put some make ups on, put ur best heels, purse and accessories, but still feel like u're walking in a very cheap cloth without having ur bath for days. That was me last Friday.

On weekend, I had bday lunch with my best friends and wearing my new turtlenock top and my best Levi's jeans and my 2-inch heels with my Guess handbag and we had so much fun. But when they were gone, it felt hollow really deep inside.

Monday and Tuesday, i went to PD for 'seliday'.. the term i used to describe it.. seminar and holiday. Despite of too many things I had to think at that particular moment, there was one thing that bothered me, the fact that i was so much bothered by nothing but this one particular female dog.. or in another word, some ppl called it a b.. owh, come on u can figure that out.

But on the way to work yesterday, I passed by this one particular road inside my university. A long straight road, where u could see horses running along the road (seriously, my university has the stable), some colourful birds flying near my car and some squirrels near the road, I realized that the world didn't stop for my grieves.

And when I started to do my programming, I smiled sweetly deep inside. This is my home. Though I was wearing the worst baju kurung to suit my mood that morning, I felt beautiful deep inside. Beautiful and intelligent. Eventhough I might be wearing cheap cloth that day, I did not ever felt cheap myself. Worse come to the worse, at least I have the brain. Thank you Allah. :)

My first year working anniversary

Today is my first year anniversary working as RA in this university. Gosh, I feel old. I remembered, last year, at this exact moment, my first day was a chaos. I havent finished my Bachelor Degree yet at that time. Still one more important final paper in 2 days time and final year project needed to be done. I have got my own room though, that I was so proud of since it wrote there..



Well, anyways, my first week did not go well. I have no friends, no one to have lunch with, no one to talk to and was so depressed with my fyp since i did not get any result by then. And when i finally found a lab full of girls, I felt so out of place. I mean, owh well.. they're so.. urm baik, and i am so.. urm ordinary?

But it took me only 2 days to not feel awkward with them. I felt so blessed to have met such wonderful human beings; as if i was entering a whole new world. People come and go over the year. And yesterday was Darling Dida's last day after getting a nice offer in an Oil n Gas company, now in thesis writing mode and waiting for Viva. I'll be with her in a while.
But as for now, I am at peace here. Thank you dearest colleague, for the helps and the good times all along. I appreciate. This piece is for you, with love..

Work hard, play even harder :)

Have u ever? Dedicated BFF Maria

Have u ever had someone so close to u, staying just a few blocks away, but hardly met that someone?

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And that u used to tell her every single little things happening in ur life, but just hardly find time to do that anymore, though u r just a call away, or a few blocks away?

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And that u watched each other grew up together, year after year, realizing, part of u is that someone and part of that someone is you tho u haven't spend much time together over the years?

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And that u spent hours talking to ur current closest friend when u have a problem just so u feel better, but 5 mins with this precious someone, it's as though all ur worries went away?

And when this one fine day, u have found time to do the cathcing-ups, u thought, "there's so much i need to tell over the months we have lost." But then, it feels as if u haven't missed telling that someone anything at all. It's like that someone was with u all along?

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Well, I have. And it feels wonderful. :)

Busybody vs Caring

Gosh I miss living in KL! Despite of its endless traffic jams, everything else were great! Easier to get to places, all my friends were few blocks away and all my neighbours were caring. I would have a 60 yrs old Indian uncle came over at 11pm on weekends to play board game with us, and some weekends, my neighbours will popped outside our house bringing foods and chatted for a while. Thinking of that make me sick already. I miss my old small house, where everyone treated me with respect as much as I respected them.

See, it's not that I dont like my new neighbours or something.. no, not until this weekend. (Except a chinese guy next door and a chinese family next next door, which i'm grateful of, owh.. and the Malay policeman, just the hubby not the wife and the family with baby Ariff, that's it.)

Forget about the times when I drove to work and bumped into some of my neighbours and stopped by to say 'Hi!' and they just looked away. Forgive me for being over-friendly, in my old place, it is called decent. And the times I went outside asking around whether our area is available for Streamyx yet or not, and having them looking at me like I tried to flirt them or something. Sigh..

However, surprisingly, although they dont seem to care to get to know about their neighbours, they do seem to over caring about other stuff, u know.

Like the other day, one of this house rented by a whole bunch of "caring" Malay guys actually approached my mum about me getting home from work late at night alone (if 8pm is considered late). About me going out with Love almost every week and asking when are we getting married. About me going back late on Fridays with different cars sending me home.

I dont care if they asked that to me, but MY MUM? Not only the comments made her cried, but also jeopardizied my relationship with her.

If this "caring" neighbours just spent some time to get to know me, they would know that my parents gave me such freedom because I dont smoke, I never went to a club, I dont do drugs, I dont drink. I only have 1 serious bf in my life and Insya Allah I'm about to marry him, I'm a virgin, I have a good career lies ahead of me, I dont waste time lepaking and I love volunteer works.

And if he spent just a little time to know me and my family, he would also realized that I went home late at night cuz I'm struggling to finish my Master in a year, so I have to work hard dont I? I'm going out with Love because I have a life and the biggest part of it is him. And lately on Fridays, i went out to spend quality time with quality ppl, including visiting a charity home last Friday, Love and I offered some help and so we went back at midnight. And that although different cars sending me home, other than Kide last Friday, if they cared to look who is inside the cars, it's Love every single times with different company cars.

And if they ever asked me about the times I chatted with Cheng outside my house till late at night is because Cheng is a Dr. in Nottingham and he only went back at 11 pm and I do need to talk to knowledgeable ppl to inspire me, right? Owh.. did they even knew Cheng got his PhD in Electrical Engineering when he was 27? Well, they would if they tried to mingle around rather than stalking out their neighbour's anak dara, wouldn't they?

P/S : Tho i'm thankful for how much Ibu and Ayah trusted me that they chose to ignore them, Alhamdulillah. That all that matters, I guess.

Not just Jean Perry

Last Wednesday after work we went shopping for 5 hours from from 5 until 10pm, first shopping for Dermalogica in Equinne, where one of my friends said she wanted to take a look at the items first but ended up spending nearly RM900. Well, yup.. the promoter is quite pushy and annoying at times.

But it's not what i'm here to talk about.. then after the beauty saloon, we went to Jusco Equine. I didn't want to miss the sale, so I decided to buy a new nice comforter for.. urm.. my engagement party, which is months from now, but who cares. So, I found this gorgeous silk comforter in purple from Jean Perry that blended perfectly with my room. It was kinda love at first sight. And it was 70% off!!~

I called my mum, psyched. Even more it was cheaper than my allocated budget. But my mum said it was quite expensive. I became demotivated and started to call everyone to motivate me to buy the bedsheet + comforter. Tho I asked the very kind-hearted promoter to just issue the receipt, I was going to buy it anyway, just need some extra boost to not feel that much guilty.

And so suddenly, the promoter asked me, "untuk ape ni dik?" (She's around the same age with me, or maybe younger). "Wedding ke?"

I replied, "Tunang je"

She asked again, "Nak save budget ke?" I gave her an ironic look for asking me that question, but I nodded. She smiled and tore the price tag from the bedsheet's bag, and issue a new receipt. RM 20+ cheaper than the discounted price.

I asked her with my eyes wide open, "Are u serious? Is it legal for u to do this?"

She just smiled and said, "Untuk tunang kan. Dah jom, akak letak kat counter."

Amazing ok! I'm not even asking her anything, but she was so thoughtful. So thoughtful, that my friend who didn't have any intention to buy any comforter, bought one, exactly the same design as mine but different colours. Because of that RM20 less she offered to me, she even got another customer to buy that comforter.

She makes my day. Not because of that RM20 which honestly didnt make that much of a difference, but because of her kindness. And because of that, I can ensure u the next comforter I am going to buy is definitely from Jean Perry. I'll keep coming back because this girl (Noor Ain.. yup, I glanced through her name tag) reminds me that the world is still full of love. That not all promoters are pushy and annoying.

Jean Perry, u should be lucky having this girl as ur worker. May Allah bless u, Noor Ain. :)