Mind you, I’m talking here.

Thirty nine years ago today, this happened in our country (Malaysia). I remember this day & tell myself how lucky I am that I don’t have to go through all that and end up racist, or somewhat.

I seriously do not want to write about politics because being a blogger and writing politics on my blog is quite risky and I don’t think I’m ready to take the risk of whateveritisthatcanriskmyselfandmyblog.

Apart from that, I had a shitty day. Long meetings & tons of deadlines to meet. How was your day?

Enough of emotion sickness post.

I had some work to be settled in Malacca today (Saturday) & decided to bring my whole family along so that I can avoid driving alone. We ended up shopping & dining till late night last night.

So Mama, Happy Mama’s Day. This year, we celebrated it in Malacca, Mama. You know we love you although we give so much of things to worry about until your blood pressure goes high up to the sky.

Kisses. hugs. kisses.

Our work is never over. - Kanye West

I thought jobs such as being politicians need to be emotionally strong and cold hearted. I never realized that it applies to almost all of the jobs in the world. Including mine.

I cried to J on the phone at the side of the car park at Sunway after a good lunch with two (ex) college mates. It’s the second time this week I cried on the phone like that. The first time was to Mahdzan.

There was this point of time today where I was at the verge of quitting. I just wanted to quit. Resign this motherfrolic job & sit at home. Or further my studies. Finish a degree or something (but I can’t god damn it)

I was so pissed, tired, frustrated.

Although I know and I understand. I try to cope and be up-to-date. I still feel that I’m failing. I hate feeling this way and I hate coming back to my boss with negative results. I’m not the baby. I’m not going to even be appointed as one because I know I am able to do my work regardless what it is.

but the stress is just killing me emotionally.

It’s just me. I know, It’s just me. It’s no one else but me.

….. I give up.

Hi everyone, last night was fun. Bang-Mi Whatever was hot hot hot. Waking up & rushing to work this morning was not fun.

..but You.

I don’t know if you’ve made my night or the other way around because I remember You. I remember how You’d walk into the club, with the same backpack and your hooded jacket, with a cigarette on your mouth, waiting for someone to help light the cigarette up.

You’d laugh with all your friends, your body sway from back to front to the beat until it’s your turn to be up there. Spin it. With a cigarette in your mouth, this time it’s lighten up. You take a sip of your beer & you drive the beat to where the people go.

It hurts inside. To watch you like that. Knowing that You know you’re the king of the night. It hurts real bad at times.

Why must you break my heart that way?

I’ve got tons of work to do today and I need to finish it by 6pm sharp!

But I just have to share this with you. Joseph was reading this a while ago and asked me to see it and I find it TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE, STUPID, SILLY, RIDICULOUS and everything else that matters.

I don’t know who to blame or to laugh at.

Personally, I think it’s going to be a joke of the year. I can’t even imagine who’d go for such pub. I mean, to serve fruit juices and soft drinks? That’s a cafe! not a pub. and to serve it to men only, not to mention that it’ll provide a prayer room & a steam room. HELLO! What is this? Zaman Nabi Nuh?

What kind of a pub is that? A prayer room and a steam room at the same time? This is no SPA, people. You are mocking Islam if you do that. I think we should all  just lay low & stay wise as much as we can.

Don’t let the world laugh at us, Malaysia. Kapeesh?

I am beginning to HATE making plans. Be it for work, for leisure, for experiences, for life!

Make plans, and then cancel last minute. Make plans, and then cancel last minute.As much as we try to avoid making excuses, we will still end up making one. At least one.

Good God.

I wish I’m Ayuni. Or Zain. Or Anyone else who is probably good at planning and really keep up to their plans.

Anyways, here’s something that has motivated me a little bit better.

first of all, CHECK OUT MY HEADER LAH ! Thanks to Xumb (you rock Xumb! Watchaaaaa!) who was willing to help design my header. Look at it, it’s awesome! I didn’t even ask for the pout and he knows me well when it comes to pouts! haha. Thanks Xumb. Kudos to Xumb.

Ok. Back to work.

Cari lah rumah atau bilik dekat area Subang tu. Your life is there. Your work, your friends. Everyone. I’d rather you stay near to your office than driving far everyday. Dangerous lah. I’d rather not lose my daughter just because she’s earning money at the city. - my mother.

Last week, my mother asked me if I’d want to move out. I was surprised. Not excited, but surprised.

The story is, I have been wanting to move out since last year and never got a chance to do so. Reasons being; my parents might be posted oversea anytime soon and there won’t be anyone to take care of the house in Bandar Baru Bangi (yes, proudly saying the location now).

It has been two years since my parents moved back from France and until today, there has been no news of my father getting posted. He has been receiving false alarms from time to time and it’s pissing my family off.

Coming from what has been happening for the past couple of years,  I guess my mother is tired and giving up on the hoping and waiting on which country they are going next.

So,that’s when she has decided to ‘let me go’. But what’s funny is that; I have been wanting to move out since forever and when I finally get the chance to, suddenly I become very calculative and thinking of the (much more less) time to spend with the family.

It’s a 40 minutes drive to my work place, and the city from where I stay and I have never actually complain on the fact that I’m paying RM200+ on petrol and rm100 on Smart Tag (toll) per month. Of course, that is exclusive the toll payment at work in which, I may claim.

I think I’m going to put the whole idea of moving out on hold because I have so many luggage to carry on my shoulders and one of the big thing is my car’s payment. I’m definitely buying a new car and this time round, it’s totally on me. FAMA (father-mother)  no more.

Omg. I need financial advisor. Laydiefa! Help me !

p/s : Anyone know any place available at Subang Jaya? USJ to be exact. Thanks.

I get very excited and full of ideas to write every time I read other people’s blog.
They remind me that I too have something to say. I find those bloggers who are able to
put such effect to other bloggers are a bunch of awesome bloggers. Effortless & ecstatic.

I have nothing interesting to write about, nor that I have the time to share the snippets of my weekend
(because I am a lazy bum especially when I blog on weekends and weekends are meant to be lazy).
So yea. Basically I had a super long weekend and I enjoyed it to bits and the best part is because
I didn’t spend a single second arguing with my mother as how I would usually do and I find it the most progressive
part of my long weekend so yep mmmhmm.

Ah, work tomorrow. I am sooooooo not looking forward for it.

Enjoy your week.

dD says:
i was at sunway till abt 1pm. we had an event today,i had to be there to give out presents.
dD says:
the emcee annouced my name as DIVANA! fkg whatever.

Stickney says:
hahahaha! Divana!
dD says:
i know right?! gosh

Stickney says:
im going to call u that from now on.
Stickney says:
Divana!! sounds indian
dD says:
please don’t.It’s as bad as receiving a fax from a customer, addresing my name as , “ATT: Ms.Viyana”
Stickney says:
lol how unfortunate

I mean, seriously. Does dating an Indian make me really look,or sound THAT Indian or something? Haish.