moved out

officially moved out from blogger to wordpress.

why?

simply because wordpress suits my needs better.

so anyone who still is in favor reading my craps, there goes below link.

https://izzatizz.wordpress.com/

who is not, adios!

sleepy-ish!

I am seriously deprived for good reads. Since Sophie Kinsella didn’t come out with any new books after wedding night, or might as well I’m not keeping myself in the loop of the recent-published books, I’m pretty sure that she has not written anything new so yeah, I shall wait.

It came to a point to this day that I felt like my job has taken its toll on me and usually I got movies to save me. but since it’s Ramadhan, and people are rushing home for berbuka, the idea seems so not right and I just had to settle with something else instead.

So I dragged my feet down to the LRT Station, made mental persuasion for tomorrow is a new day and it’s going to be better (or maybe worse) but I didn’t give a flying duck because the moment I stepped outside the office, I’m done for the day.

And all of sudden, the thought that I should at least seize the moment for it still to be a good day to do some soup shopping for myself. Talking about simple pleasure in life; buying perfumes/lotion/shower gel is definitely one of it and worth every pence I spent. Hence, the new strawberry shower gel on the toilet shelf, in my pink basket. Lucky me, I got to redeem the lavender-colored shower sponge too, for only RM 5 extra.

Not a really bad day after all.

I practically needed to force myself out from shower.

I will quit earlier to sleep than usual for tonight as I am super sleepy and need the energy for tomorrow as much as I needed oxygen. Konon!

So till then for now and good night.

tough news

I just don’t get it.

I really don’t.

I just don’t see the point of pointing fingers to Najib and the rest of the government clans about the tragedy MH17 and MH370. The one who shot down the plane was a separatist from Russia or Ukraine. If these idiotic people really, really wanted to blame someone, then blame the guy.

Let me get this straight. I’m not a vivid supporter of UMNO or Najib because truth is, I’m only standing behind one and only Malaysian true leader (in my eyes) – Mahathir. So there, the defense I portrayed abovementioned is solely because they don’t deserve to get any of stupid comments. Don’t you think that they have enough on their plates to deal with? I think they do.

I understand if you are pro-opponents because I understand each of us has our own principles and stance when it comes to political views. It’s just unfair to blurt out stupid comments like I read on facebook, more like provoking type which does not have anything to do with the incidents. It’s just plain stupid, really. Especially, these people regards themselves as mr/miss know-it-all where in reality just a mere tin kosong.

There. It’s how I channel my anger.

My full support is still with MAS, only it has been a tough year for all of us. I cannot imagine how the respective families of passengers onboard must’ve felt when they received the news as me, myself understood how it feels to wait for someone emerge from ocean of people at arrival hall- the anxiousness to see them walking and smiling towards as they walk to you. Even if they are 10 minutes late, I started to assuming maybe they got held at the immigration gate or something. And paced a few steps to the notice board to see if EK or MH has finally landed or not, and the feeling of relief to finally see them really walking to you in flesh.

May all the passengers rest in peace.

MAS was and still is airlines that I’m proud of because it’s Malaysia’s. 

;) updates

A month without a post.

I can really live without blogging right now. It feels like only yesterday how i was dissapointed when the author of my favourite blog who is also happened to be my senior back in highschool stopped writing after she started working. I guess that is part of the adult-life deal.

Now we have entered the fasting month, hopefully every single deed that we do will be counted into our pahala bank, as preparing to meet our Lord one day.

Selamat berpuasa everyone.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?
Yes
Where is my key? I've been waiting for an our and half.

The receptionist stood there for a few seconds then started looking and asking his collegue who was supposed to call me an hour eerlier,confirming to me who has been waiting all sweaty beneath the hot windy air of east coast.

Here's your key miss.

He smiled politely to me and i darted him a look.

I waited for more than one hour and yu did not call to inform me that my room is ready?what kind of service is that.

That was a sentence that i managed to put a halt before it slipped through my mouth. First,because i did not want to create a scene, second, because i'm just too tired for a small argument and leg it go instead.

Later on that night, what happened on the afternoon playing in my mind. Talking about the quality of how the receptionist might forget to tell me about my room relates to the daily routine where i put on hold my prayers for some small things along the way amd god seems to "argue" with me right there and then.

Allah does not take away my lunch or dinner when i often ignore the call for the prayers.

I'm not saying that it's okay to procrastinate our prayers, but have some patience if things don't go in our way. Human beings make mistake and of course we have to correct what's wrong. However do it with the right manners.

till then!

Paris!.. and a few other places.

I’ve been missing Paris a lot lately.

Having said that, if I had enough cash and more of annual leaves, I would’ve booked the very first flight to London Heathrow, spend my time shopping at Harrods, walking around Hyde Park, staring London Bridge for few hours, hail a cab and go straight to St Pancreas for my train to Paris.

Life.

I went to my highschool yesterday after almost 8 years to find out that I still admired French classroom as much I did last time. The Eiffel Tower made of cupboard is still there, standing tall. It was a deep moment because for me,  it was all just a dream almost a decade ago and to have witnessed the beautiful Eiffel right in front of my bare eyes was something I truly grateful for. Beads of tears running down my cheeks and my sister pretended not to see and keep staring straight across the road for a few hot French guys there.

And we walked around the area with so many tourists like us. I think that’s the thing I enjoyed the most. I practically limped because my knees hurt for whatever reason that I couldn’t remember now. We walked through the streets for hours, had nutella crepe while admiring the view of La Seine and gigantic Eiffel Tower was right behind us.

Remembering that moment now made me realize that I have so many people to thank for; for wonderful memories in Paris. Series of events that happened last year and all the previous years; the ones that never wilted my dream to see Paris.

It was really a dream that came true.

So now I shall work hard for more dreams to be realized.

Let's repeat Paris!

..after these two, InshaaAllah.

Somewhere only you and I know 1.

Somewhere only you and I know 2

which reminded me of conversations I had with my sister, earlier this week when she picked up the phone;

My sister: Hello..

Me: Let's Santorini!

My Sister: Jom! a few people had asked me to travel there jugak. let's go!

Instead of asking, "how are you or how your exam goes" it was how we show how we miss each other.

Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.

have a great week ahead, peeps!

sunday in the office

I came to the office today, on a Sunday with only one sole intention; to finish up my presentation pack.

Stores in KLCC could be so tempting, sometimes. I just had to stop by at San Fran to get my one and only favourite drink there;  the Iced Caramel Latter, only to find out later that it tasted less good than the one I had at the curve.

“maybe, I should go to Curve and drive back here!” thought my stupid mind and endless excuses before really pacing slowly to the office.

No, I managed to resist myself from going through heavy traffic to Damansara for a caramel latte that I might only sip a few times, or maybe stuck at Curve browsing thru stores.

So here I am, safe and sound at my beloved cubicle and.. blogging! hehe

You know, things I would do to delay my progress just to prove a point to myself how good I am working under pressure and last-minute work.

Blueks.

I bought two Sophie Kinsella’s novel yesterday; The Dreamworld of shopaholics and Wedding Night. I read few chapters this morning from the Dreamworld of Shopaholics and it is really good. I really can’t stop reading a book that good and trust me, besides Coach/ Michael Korrs handbags that were prime topic of a discussion with Anis and Naddy last night, this novel fills my mind. I do truly want to know what happened to Becky Bloomwood next. Like, seriously. Soon, you’ll be seeing me writing on this novel.

And all of sudden, I miss writing essays. descriptive writing was once I truly enjoyed doing and how us students crammed our mind within 2 solid hours of writing is something I admired the most now. I guess it’s very true that focus is something we can really practice. Coming from someone who practically knocked her head down to desk in one of a long meeting.

Life as it is.

I'm enjoying life at its best right now.
At this moment. At this minute, this second.
My mom is bside me browsing thru internet while having her favourite ABC, and my dad is in front of me enjoying the lai chee kang.

Next year, at this time, maybe we are busy preparing my wedding.

Just saying. Mom has been hinting the issue quite frequent now in a non-presurre way. For her being such understanding and supportive is beyond me. One of the main reasons to aim higher, strive harder, be wiser and live stronger.

;)

Switzerland

Risau kalau entry tentang ini dont do any justice to the content on what i am about to tell you.

Begini cerita permulaannya.

Aku ini mungkin banyak favourite nya, tapi percayalah untuk cerita yang satu ini, untuk filem Shah Rukh yang satu ini memang senantiasa menjadi pilihannya. Pernah tonton Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayengge? Mungkin the fact yang itu antara salah satu cerita hindi terawal yang aku suka, atau mungkin scenary yang tentunya cantik belaka membuatkan aku tertarik hati dan minat untuk selalu berangan ke situ.

Alhamdulillah. Eventho last minute planning, destinasi bertukar dari Prague ke Bern, segalanya Allah permudahkan.Alhamdulillah.

Sebelum pergi, adalah juga google tengok apa yang boleh dibuat sebagainya di situ. Since it was a quiet city, so i thought that would be nice to for mind relaxing. Udara pun segar. Itu expectation aku, mulanya.

Sampai di Bern, seeing all the top mountains along the way, okay. Cantik. Memang cantik Swiss. Tak dapat dinafikan. Cantik. But, biasalah. Hati ni memang tak pernah nak rasa puas. Rasa macam there is more Swiss could offer. There is more yang aku mungkin miss out. Then, sampai hotel selesai check in segala, we asked around. The locals suggest Interlaken. Quiet village, an hour train journey from Bern. and i was like, okay. Why not. Rupa-rupanya, dari situ ada tram boleh bawak naik ke top of Europe, Jungfrou.

 Dari bawah kaki bukit lagi memang you can see Alps clearly.

At first, bila tengok cost tram and such, i said to my sister;

"We dont have to go all the way up. Nampak salji putih je pun kan. Pegi sampai first station pun ok"

She agreed. And we purchased the ticket to the Liuterbennen. Okay aku mungkin salah eja nama tempat tu. Boleh check google okay. So smpai sana ada air terjun cantik sangat. MasyaAllah. Cuaca sejuk nyaman tu. A small quiet village. Bila dah nampak Alps semakin dekat tu, mulalah rasa nak pergi dekat lagi.

"Angah, why dont we go up to the next station?"

Lagi sekali she agreed. And i purchased the tickets.

Tram pun slow slow naik gunung. Sejuuuuuukkkk. Then sampai satu kawasan ni, you can see the snow. Wow. Okay. Tram pun naik lagi tinggi. I was talking with my sister; the moment i turned left and see Alps memutih right in front of me. Masa tu, saat tu; subhanallah. I've never seen such beauty. So magnificent. Cantiknya tuhan saja yang tahu. Perasaan masa tu rasa macam mana entah. Sebab it was real close and it was reallly beautiful. Exactly macam canvas painting. Cantik!

Sampai dekat station atas, it was very cold. Kita boleh jalan ke bawah. Depends on you. So i choose to walk while absorbing the beauty. Sepanjang jalan tu teruja tengok keindahan alam yang cantik macam dalam lukisan. we talked, we laughed. i even tricked her to use the longer route so that we can actually see the kambing biri-biri closer.

truth is, there is not enough to discover Swiss in three days. i need more.

Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.

amiiin...

They call it sappy, i call it melody.

I know this is a sappy song.

What is?

Disaat aku mencintaimu - Dadali.

This is one of my favourites from 2011. A song that accompanied me go thru doing works after working hours during PGSS. (PGSS: period where my collegues and I have to go home after dinner, basically. No further elaboration on that)

I'm fully aware the message of this song trying to convey-sadness that overwheled this man as the girl he loves leaves him behind. Come on dude, there's a lot more in shopping complex to be found and stared at. However, thats not my point of this entry. Read along and you will know.

First, i'm kinda attracting to the sound of drums in this song. Really. Listen one more time and you'll realize the backbone of the whole nice-sounded melody is the drum tempo. From minute 1:30 onwards.
Hehe..

Second, never in my intention to withstand of Dadali's ability tuning up this song, but for me, it's the girl's voice featured that adds more meaning into this song

......Semoga engkau kan mengerti
Tentang perasaan ini
Maaf,ku telah terbuai akan indahnya cinta
Maaf, sungguh ku tak bisa untuk kembali padamu
Maaf,ku telah terbuai akan indahnya cinta

Anyone knows who the girl is?

saturday thoughts

I want it that way.

I love the beginning of the song where I can hear the plane departs sound and a scene from the video clip when they were all dressed up in white. There were a few lines from the song (but we, are two worlds apart, can’t reach to your heart..)  that I treasure up till now.

Along the way from a young girl who was constantly waiting for their video clip on tv to a grown up lady that has a job and pay my very own bills, I would say that I actually interpreted and appreciate this one song in a different way for each phase of my life. Good things do stay with us forever, only the way I like it might be a bit different from time to time.

I couldn’t remember when the first time that I fell in love with the airport was. Airport connects people in so many ways. It might be a funny thing if I say that one of the places I really wanted to see all my life is London Heathrow. Seriously. All the fuss about how big it is, well it is really big and we actually could spend hours there just to browse the stores. I went to London in June last year, arrived at Heathrow the next day, and I cried realizing that KLIA is actually up to that par. see I told you, I’ve always had a thing for airports. My sister said Dubai Airport is also nice, but not really caught up my attention just yet.

As I mentioned in the previous entry, this particular song reminds me a lot of Ireland, which I have never been. I gulped looking at the beautiful sceneries portrayed in the movie especially the cliffs; majestic view. 

....and i think that is one of the reasons why Westlife's My Love never wears off from my eardrums. Just see the video clip, and you'll understand.

have a nice saturday all. 

Dil kya Kare! #eh

c'est la vie

Often I hear about honesty is a good virtue. We are asked to be honest; to others and also ourselves. The later part, sometimes, can be easily forgotten. Hence, let us all be honest to our very own self so we can appreciate every single thing we do.

This week is a hectic one for me. and of course, one of the best therapy is after every settles for the day, I am all alone in my own room, watching those studded stars on my wall before going off to dreamland. It’s one of the best feeling, ever.

Reminds me how I shed tears watching Eiffel tower being all colourful and beautiful right in front of your eyes. Love it!

So I made a little promise to myself, to visit Paris again, inshaaAllah. 

J

I shall visit Typo tomorrow because there’s something I’ve been eyeing and saving for.Hehe

kisah di pagi hari

"Kisahnya begini. Suatu hari, aku sudah terlambat untuk ke tempat kerja dan enjin kereta rosak. Lalu, aku membuat keputusan untuk menaiki teksi sahaja. Pemandu teksi tersebut cumalah sekadar seorang pakcik tua. Aku berbual sedikit sebanyak dengan pakcik tua tersebut mengenai keluarga, pekerjaan aku. Perkara-perkara biasa yang biasa dibualkan, tidak terlalu peribadi. Sampai di tempat kerja, aku bergegas keluar dari teksi memandangkan aku sudah terlambat. Tanpa aku sedari, rupa-rupanya aku dompet aku tercicir di dalam teksi tersebut. Aku hanya menyedarinya selepas meeting. Aku tidak keruan. No plate teksi semua aku tak ingat, apatah lagi untuk mengingati nama penuh pakcik tersebut. Namun, tidak lama kemudian, receptionist telefon memberitahu ada orang menunggu aku sejak dari tadi di bawah. Hujan lebat ketika itu. Rupa-rupanya pakcik teksi tadi sedang menunggu untuk berjumpa aku. Beliau tidak dapat masuk ke perkarangan ofis aku kerana tidak mendapat kebenaran guard. Dengan sekadar beralaskan baju hujan, beliau masuk setelah beliau Nampak aku keluar di pintu utama ofis untuk melihat siapa yang mahu berjumpa aku tadi. Pakcik teksi dating dan menyerahkan dompet aku. Itupun, dibalut dengan plastic kerana tidak mahu dompet itu basah terkena air hujan."

Ripped off from the conversation I’ve heard on the radio in one morning, on my way to work couple of years back. I cried listened to this story. According to the caller, he still is in contact with the cab driver and his family. Sincerity. It’s such a big word to honour, not just to others but to ourselves too. True love for oneself and others will fulfill us. :)

songs

Some irresponsible dudes had been singing all-night long so I couldn't go to sleep as fast as I wanted to.

I stretched my hand to the edge of the bed, and reached out for my earphone. Plugged it to my phone and surprisingly As long As you love me by Backstreetboys was on the playlist. I listened to the song and smiled to myself.

Seriously.

It’s so true that certain songs are embedded with certain memories that we have gone through for the past years and I couldn’t thank dear Almighty, Allah more for what he has blessed me with.

Listening to these songs indirectly reminding me that there are always more and more to chase in life and to know that hereafter stores more happiness to us. My imagination travels around the world for every song that seem so special.

Take I Want It That Way for example; when I close my eyes listened to this last night, I think of Ireland.

Viva La Vida has always transported me Scotland (Stardust’s shooting location to be specific)

Up up north

Where you wanna go this time?
-chasing the northern light.

Oh, Norway. They say, sun never sets there on May thru August. It really is beautiful.
-so i've heard. I can't wait to see Aurora dancing in front of me and that really is beautiful from the pictures i've got. But i adore sunset, hence i dont really appreciate the the second fact you've mentioned.

I like travelling. Haven't been in many places yet, just a few that really took my breathe away. I smile thinking about how the fresh air in Interlaken, the coldness of the weather and the smile of the locals to see that a tourist like me, who never really been anywhere,say, seasonal countries; seem so mesmerized by the beauty of it. I can't help but gulping hard looking at snow covered mountains when the train pulled at the Jungfrouyoch station, located on top of Alps. I teared of,course. I can't imagine something as white as snow could be so magical and right there and then, i fell in love at the first sight. I hugged my sister tight because it was so cold and we walk for hours down the mountain.

Pictures can never really depict the true beauty such that.

Subhanallah.

on thoughts

Somewhere near the afar past, I blog-ed about event.

Nope.

It’s more like routine. I blog-ed about my daily routine, as in what did I do between classes, or what I had for breakfast. Or, how sleepy I was in certain classes (read: reservoir modelling)

I have a lot to blog, really. Life is in the fast lane for the past years with whirlwind shifting interests or some I would say, habit, between this and that left me with nothing to speak in here.

And maybe, being an adult, with the insecurity of being falsely judged by my own writing, fearing things will speculate and there, came to a point that as much as I feel awkward to say it out loud, - came to a point, I don’t want to reveal things that are important to me to the world anymore. Secrecy and solidarity matter now.

Of course, bottling things up is never really a wise cure for mind turbulence; be it on a cloud 9 happiness or dive-nose-first sadness, but this is the age I know to whom I call for. Funny, how things changed.

Well, the point is, keeping a journal is sort of essential if you do too, own the idea of:

1- Insecurity; readers don’t really understand what you’re trying to convey. articulation, is important as much.

2-You the one feeling the unimportance of your entry that you know eventually leads to nowhere yet still want to pour your thoughts somewhere.

Frankly, I have this urge to delete this whole thing one day.

But reading back the things I wrote, it’s kinda define who I was or maybe still am and that, ladies and gentleman, is my certain kind of joy.

Happy Monday :)

somewhere only we know :)

beautiful view

French chick on the loose.

In all honesty and in deep frankly speaking,

I do truly hate doing presentation packs.

There! I said it.

As usual, whenever my mood seemed to be off for the day, the very first place i think about would be my bed, pillows and the piles of books that are waiting anxiously to be read by yours truly. I don't opt for mundane verbal communication unless it's all about jokes on this very special day because trust me, you won't like my reaction which usually would be less interested in whatever stories we are talking about because of my mind cannot focus when i'm down.

I love my bed and my pillows. Now i have new addition to the family which my pink teddy bear; the one that i dont hug very much. Pity you.

So today's reading is about how habits arw formed in our brain theoretically. The book tells which part of the brain that creates habits. Very scientific information yet nice to understand and tell you what, interesting. Happy points for today :)

With the purpose to elevate my mood, one of the suggested ideas is to do things you love. Then this idea came into mind.

I used to love listening to french songs so much back in school since the only time i could was in the frech class. Youtube was still pretty much alien at that point of time, so bear my appreciation towards every opportunity given for that purpose. My french teacher introduced us tovLara Fabian, might be one and only french singer i adored for years before i knew to do some research myself for a few good songs myself.

Listened to the good french oldies for a few good hours and now ready to depart to dreamland. I discovered ne me quittas pas was not originally from Nina Simone. It was Brel's. Cant remember his first name. I'm aware that my next statement would make Simone's fans beg to differ but really one of Brel's live singing that particular song all the way back in 1959 was just too good. So yeah. Thats about it.

Bonne soir!

Before ;)

I take train to office. Sometimes, i sing along with the songs played on my mp3. I dont intend to reveal the tracks i listen to because well, it'll bore this post. Sometimes, i would silently sit and read, not knowing what happen around.

And today, just like any other i take train go office. My thoughts shifting from Before Sunset that i recently watched and liked of course and also to do some mental calculation for my saving to somewhere only I know, and thinking on how Cinta Antara Benua has indirectly impacted my life regards the way i see London and the urge of wanting to go back there again. Soon, i hope.

It's true how different people have different view and perspective on things. That point itself, might be the solid reason of why Before Sunset has really caught up my attention. It's just different. Eloquently speaking your thoughts,in all honesty, and for the end side to actually perceive and understand your point is something that i'm lacking of, hence the favor goes to Celine.

I have to say that my favourite os Before Sunset,
1) the first movie of Before Trilogy that i watched
2) the contents and context of their conversation itself that really suits me and made me think the most.
3) Paris was the shooting location. You have no idea how i feel about Paris.

I've read once about how physical attraction is too common but the mental connection is rare. This movie pretty much sums it all.

Happy monday ;))

Friday morning

This reminds me of 500 Days of summer when Summer would sit and stare the city  with Tom.

Perspective.

Funny. 4 or 5 years ago, my view on Summer was so much different. I literally hate her for possessing such a fickle heart. And then, on the new year's eve couple of nights ago, i decided to watch the same movie again-out of boredom.

I noticed tiny details that i failed to realize before and that makes the movie is special and unique in its own way. It might be classified as just-another-american movie, a statement that is opposite of my personal view. There's more of if.

That is one of the reasons why i find the secret life of walter mitty is very much interesting. Frankly, my favourite scene of all; where my adrenaline rush gushing insanely- is the part where you would see Sean o'connell is actually standing on the small plane (whatever we call that) just to capture the scene of the volcano eruption. I love the idea of working hard, courage and determined. I always love that kind of attitude; values that i have yet to master.

Happy Friday!