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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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!

Monday, July 21, 2014

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.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

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. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

;) 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.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

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!

Sunday, April 20, 2014

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.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

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.

;)