Gimme back my holiday!

In my last post, I mentioned that I hate working when everybody else isn't. So, today, that's exactly what I get. Najib declared today a public holiday because Malaysia won in a soccer game against Indonesia last night. Congratulations! Despite all the swearing my Dad threw at the TV screen last night, you guys still won. #malaysiaboleh.

Being in the finance/accounts department has one shitty disadvantage. When year end's getting nearer, your working hour will be longer and longer. Because you'll have to do what they call 'closing', which I think is not 'closing' at all. All I remember doing was 'opening' last months' files to search for missing invoices, figures and all that jazz. I don't know if that's a normal occurrence, those missing documents, or are they all shitty accountants? HAHA.

So, today, I had to go to the office to do the 'closing'. My boss told me that I can claim for the overtime but hell, I don't wantcho moneyh, I want my holideyh dammit! Haha. I came at 10 a.m. and got back home at 4 p.m. I intended to stay up until 12.00 p.m. but shit didn't happen. Do you wanna know why? I don't care if you don't want to I'll tell you anyway. Because I spent most of my time waiting for my mentor (I guess you can call her that since she's suppose to teach me all those SAP stuff). It was always like, "Farah, lepas ni you buat ini ye. Ok, I ajar you." Then she comes over and teaches me. Halfway through, someone came and told that they need her help. So she went to help, leaving me with half knowledge about what I'm suppose to do, which means that I couldn't complete the work until she comes back. And I don't want to be doing anything that I'm unsure of because then, it will get worse and my workload will increase. So, when she came back, she would go back to her place and continue with her work and have totally forgotten about me! I, being a very polite and stupid person, waited. I just thought that maybe her work is more urgent and I should wait a while before interrupting her. And then I interrupt her. And the cycle continues.

Normally, in my student years, I would never care if my balance sheets aren't balance. I would never go back and check my journal entries if there are any omissions or mistakes. I would just leave my unbalanced balance sheet with the debit credit differences of over 100,000. (That was how I scored B for my FAR. Terer kan?) But now, even a difference of MYR17.73 is a huge deal! Not because I cared at all, I would willingly donate that MYR17.73 out of my own pocket and carry on with my life. If Fresenius is my company, that's exactly what I'll do. But nooooooo, you'll have to look for that teeny bitchy bit of amount so that the balance sheet will have zero balance! I hate you balance sheet! This proves that I will never be eligible to open up my own accounting firms. All those unbalanced balance sheets.... Maybe, just maybe, I'll end up like Enron. Or Lehman Brothers.

Can't wait to see Seming & Aloyah tonight!

Happy new year, dear readers.

Working life.

I've been wanting to write about my job since I first started on the 1st December, but haven't really got the time to do so. By the time I got home it's already 6.45 p.m. and usually I'll be racing up to my room to perform Asar prayer. And after that Maghrib. And after that I'll be having crappy dinner because I was too tired to even bother eating proper food. And then I'll head upstairs to watch TV until I fall asleep on the couch. I have no idea why I don't just go straight to bed after dinner. Oh yea, because if you sleep right after you eat, you'll gain weight. And to prevent myself from sleeping, I watch TV...sambil baring, which eventually lead to me sleeping my ass off on the couch! Story of my life.

The first week of work was bloody horrible. It was a boring day, as I had nothing to do and my computer haven't been set up yet, and the awkwardness level that day was beyond terrible. There were so many cringe-worthy moments. Like the first day of work, I was very early. So I sat down at the waiting area, which is right in front of the ladies washroom. And then a lady staff came up to me and put a mug of coffee she was carrying on the table next to me and she asked me,"Has someone talked to you yet?" Bloody awful question, what she meant was saya dah di layan ke. So I answered yes. Automatically, if you saw someone does that, you'd think that drink is for you lah kan. Or no? Maybe it was just me. So being presumptuous as I am, I wanted to thank her for the drink. Just as I was about to open my mouth, she took a sip from my drink, and smiled and went to the washroom. In my head I was like saying to myself,"Oooh, tumpang letak air je rupanya." Bersyukur gila tak cakap thank you, kalau tak dia memang kena bagi dah la air tu kat aku. Hahahhaha. Total facepalm worthy.

I spend most of lunch hours alone because I can't seem to click with my office mates. Firstly because most of them are Chinese and you can't eat lunch with them because they usually go to Chinese stalls or restaurants. But they're friendlier than the akak-akak Malays ni. Secondly, the akak-akak are all 25++ of age. I can't seem to find a topic that suits both of us. If they're not talking about marriage, they'll be talking about their kids, and trust me, if it's the kids topic, I keep staring at my soup like there's gold in it. How do I join the topic? I don't even like kids! Haha. And thirdly, if it's not the kids or marriage topic, they would be talking about some old staff members, which obviously I have no clue whoever they are. And normally this topic will be the hottest most kepoh-est. It's a shame that I don't know who are they talking about, really.

Luckily they don't really talk about kain kat mana murah and carpet kat mana cantik.

About the job I'm doing, I kinda like it. I'm in the Finance department, taking care of the accounts payable. I issue payments and process staff claims. I like what I do, except for the part of issuing a cheque. You make 1 teeny tiny bit of mistake on the cheque, then it can no longer be used and you'll have to issue another one. Selama aku kerja, dah 6 cheque aku kena cancel. The normal amount of cheques cancelled a month is mostly 2 or 3. Cancel sebab apa? Sebab salah eja Taiping. I spelled it 'Taipinh' (by using the cheque printer.) And I wrote the wrong names on 4 cheques. HAHAHHA. 1 cheque 50sen, 6 cheques? Murah je kan. Kecoh. But the paranoid feeling that everybody might think you're a klutz, you can't do anything correctly, you can't handle simple little things.. Those are the feelings that I get when I make mistakes, stupid mistakes. Emosi di situ.

But I learned a lot this past few weeks. My debit credit knowledge is improving, I daresay. I learned how to answer the phone and saying my name, good morning and the company name very very quickly, although I usually answer with just a sleepy hello. I learned to use the shortcuts in Microsoft Excel. I learned how to use the SAP. I learned how to prepare a cheque using a cheque printer. I learned how to use the copier machine. I learned how to fax. I learned how make a tired face when I feel like getting home early, at 5.30 sharp, so people would think that I've worked a lot that day and I'm all stressed out so I have to go home early.

In conclusion, I like my job. I just hate waking up to it. Especially on Fridays and Mondays. And especially when everybody else is on holiday.

Ooze with hotness

Thanks guys. :))

That Hannah is one lucky girl, when will be the turn of this Hannah right here?

Job hunting begins all over again.

Last 2 weeks kot, I went for an interview for Accounts Assistant at Wira Group of Companies, which is a growing company based in Shah Alam. Luck was on my side that day and I got the job, and I was suppose to come in today, collect my appointment letter and start working.

However, me being the human that never feels satisfied about getting a small-paid job, I went to the Jobstreet Career Fair in Midvalley last weekend, you know, to hunt for a job that pays me a lot more money than Wira does. So, application forms filled here and there bla bla bla.

Earlier this week, I got an email from HSBC, saying that I was invited for a job assessment on Friday, 15/10/2010, which is today...which is also the day I suppose to start working at Wira. I called Wira and asked whether or not I can start working on Monday because of the HSBC assessment. And I went for a shower because the lady said she would call me back.

After a painful splash of shampoo in my left eye, I heard the phone ringing. So I frantically washed my face, ears and hands to pick up the phone.

Hannah: Hello?

Wira: Can I speak to Farah Hannah, please?

Hannah: Yes, speaking.

Wira: Hello, this is Kirana (bukan nama sebenar), we spoked earlier?

Hannah: Yes.

Wira: You have a job assessment with HSBC, you said?

Hannah: Yes, at 3pm this evening. And I have this family thing and I have to go to Malacca over the weekend. So can I start on Monday?

After a lot of beating-around-the-bush questioning, hahah...

Wira: You don't have to come in la Farah, because if you do, you'll be here for only a while, right?

Hannah: But it's not confirmed that I'll get the job, Ms Kirana.

Wira: Yea, but if you do get the job, surely you'll leave and be working with them?

Hannah: Yes.

Wira: Alright, then.

Hannah: Okay, thank you.

Tadaaaaaaaaaa. I've lost a job and I haven't been officially employed yet. Story of my life.

Was I rude for doing that? Because I've been told by my parents (who are the ones that forced me into that kind of honesty. Otherwise I would've been lying my ass off during the phone call just so I could get that job. Security issues, I haz it.) to say that I have that HSBC thing. And they also said that what I just did is normal if you're looking for a job these days.

It is tough, you see. Both as an employer and job-hunter.

But...melihat pada belah yang cerah, I get to go to Malacca! Woohoo! I've been spending my weekends worrying about what kinds of phone calls I'll be getting on the coming Mondays, so this weekend is MY weekend! :D

Dread-uation ceremony. See what I did there?

19th November 2010.

I finally will attend my first ever graduation ceremony yeay!

But the thing is I'm super duper nervous, especially after I read the procedures on how do I get up on stage, where do I sit, and what to do when you're up there on the stage. Apparently I have to like stop after shaking hands with the Presiding Officer to take a photo. I don't know how to handle that awkwardness there.

Do I like, shake hands and freeze, or do I shake hands, turn my head to the camera and freeze?

Do I stand up straight or do I stay in the half-bow down position during the handshake?

Who will I sit next to?

The sitting arrangements will be according to our last names, and I can't remember what's the last name that I registered for myself. Was it Binti Noor Mohd or Noor Mohd?

Will my square hat fall down?

Will I fall down?

I wanna sit with my friends, my Malaysian friends, that is. So that I won't sit there, quiet like an idiot who has no friends. HAHAH. THAT'S OKAY, I CAN MAKE NEW FRIENDS. LET'S INTRODUCE EACH OTHER AND GO THROUGH THE AWKWARD SILENCE AFTER SAYING EACH OTHER'S NAMES.

Overwhelming questions, I must say.

Want.

Yana Azhar, look at this baby.

A very whine-y post. (You have been warned)

1. Waking up early (at 8 or 9, that's early for an unemployed person I think) everyday and thinking what should I be doing today? I'm kinda weirded out at the fact that I wake up early on days that I don't have important things to do and don't feel like getting out of bed on days that I have interviews or something else that's important.

2. Do the laundry.

3. Cook for Hazim.

4. Grocery shopping.

5. Run errands like going to the dry cleaners and such.

6. Go out for dinner with the girls if they happen to ask me to join them.

7. Internet is a must.

8. Vacuuming my room, not the house, just my room. Hahahah.

That's not even half of the works of a regular housewife. And still Hannah, you just have to complain and whine.

I have nothing to look forward to everyday besides getting phone calls from employers who'd want to set me up for interviews. My life's a bore, even Baloo has a more exciting social life than I do. I've failed all the interviews I went to, and that made me feel worse. What if I'm the kind that failed in the interview but could do the job as good as everybody else? What if I'm not good at promoting and selling myself? Does that mean that I'm not good at anything else?

WHINE WHINE WHINE SIGH SIGH SIGH *emo song playing*

But on the bright side, I'm going to London this November for my graduation ceremony woooooohoooooooo. Screw you, job-hunting!

I sometimes wish I'm still doing my degree with my friends. I might be 99% insane with all the assignments and tests but at least I'm not at home, alone.

Things with job interviews...

1. You can't say 'I don't know, sir, I'm sorry' because it's considered rude. Instead you say, 'I'm sorry, sir, I'm not so sure.' Though I think there's a big difference between an I don't know and an I'm not so sure. Ah well, for the sake of politeness.

2. If there's more than one interviewer, as you talk, try to look at all of them, so they don't feel like being left out by you.

3. Remember to knock before you enter.

4. If the interviewer is pissing you off, be professional and stay calm.

5. It's not a good idea to talk about things like 'Harry Potter' or 'I can work for long hours providing that I have coffee and sour Skittles' with a serious interviewer. They don't appreciate this little thing called 'fun'.

6. Be fully aware about the table. If it's a transparent table, be careful about what you do with your hands if you happen to place them on your lap underneath the table. You don't wanna be scratching any body parts that aren't suppose to be scratched in public, or you don't wanna be making rude hand gestures.

7. Mirror your interviewer. If they sit in a sort of rigid and straight position, you might as well sit like him. If he's relaxed and leaning back against the chair, you could do the more-polite version of that. (This has been told by a lady in a recruiter firm in Akar Insan, Bangsar)

8. Don't go to the interview with an empty stomach. Nanti bunyi malu dooohh!!!

10 reasons why you're still single, ladies.

1. First-move phobia

Being born male does not gift men with unassailable self-confidence. Men know that they’re supposed to do the running, and they hate it. If you want a date, go and chat him up. He’ll be too delighted to say anything other than “wow, yes!”

By the way, making eye contact with a guy is not the same as “making a move.” Eye contact, no matter how flirtatious you think it is, won't get you very far unless you accompany it with “hello.”

2. Playing hard to get

If you want a man to be interested in you, be interested in him. It works, because all human beings are egomaniacs at heart. Treating ‘em mean only makes ‘em go and find someone else.

You know when someone's trying to ask you out, so don't come over all coy in the misguided belief that it'll make you more alluring. If a handsome stranger asks, “are you all right for a drink?”, he is interested. Don’t just nod, blush, and run away expecting him to follow you. If you find him attractive, accept his offer and strike up a conversation.

When you've been on a date, don't be scared to pick up the phone. Whoever told you to wait for three days (or whatever random number of days) before returning a phone call is an idiot. No man wants a stalker, but letting him know you’re interested is the way to win his heart.

3. Romantic perfectionism

If you wait around for love at first sight, you may be waiting for a very long time. Lust at first sight happens all the time, but it ain’t love until you’ve shared a bathroom. Don’t wait around for that thunderbolt of first-glance love, because you’ll be waiting – and single – for a very long time indeed.

If you have a very narrow idea of your “ideal man”, you may never find someone who lives up to your fantasy. Here’s a revolutionary idea: try a man who’s completely different from your ideal. You may end up surprised – and a lot less single.

4. Appearance insecurity

Don't ruin your social life by cancelling plans every time you get a zit that no man will ever notice because he’s too busy looking at your breasts or (if he was brought up very well, your eyes). Avoid wearing too much make-up, too. The natural look is much more appealing to men than a trowelling of slap. Too much facepaint makes you look desperate, and that’s never a good look when you’re trying to impress.

Similarly, don't let your waistline fixation spoil a romantic meal. A tasty dessert shared with your date could seal the deal on your evening, and it’s unlikely to make a difference to your weight unless you have a date every night this week.

5. Bad man-choices

Fear of being single often drives you to accept dates – and more dates – with men you don’t really fancy. Trouble is, while you’re wasting precious time with Mr OK-I-Suppose, you could be out finding Mr Right.

Or do you head straight past Mr OK-I-Suppose and hand your precious breakable heart to Mr Toxic? He comes in many guises: the serial online dating addict who never takes his profile down; the self-esteem leech who can’t stop criticising; the rebounder who uses you as a cushion after his break-up… they grab women's hearts, take them on a romantic rollercoaster ride for a few weeks, then smash those hearts to pieces. One minute you're dizzy with lust, the next you're devastated. And very, very single.

6. Low tiff tolerance

Do you run away from a relationship as soon as the going gets slightly shouty? While we'd never advocate hanging onto an unhappy relationship, do remember that no relationship can be perfectly happy all the time. Boyfriends are not perfect, relationships are not perfect, and the road to happiness is strewn with ups and downs.

7. Ex-talk

No really, do not mention your ex on a date. Perhaps you were with him for years and he plays a walk-on part in all your anecdotes, but you must break the ex-namecheck habit if you’re to impress a potential lover. Even a passing mention of your previous man suggests that you haven’t moved on.

8. Sofa-hugging

The guy you're hoping to meet doesn't live under your sideboard, so if you want a relationship you're going to have to get out and start meeting people. Maybe you're constantly tired or ridiculously busy at work, but if you want a relationship, you need to make time for a social life.

9. Desperation

Men can smell your desperation from half a mile away. If you feel the need to ring him up on your way home from your first date, it had better be to answer his missed call.

10. Relationship resistance

Are you happy, fulfilled and busy with your work, home and friends? Do you find that the occasional fling satisfies your need for lust and male attention? Congratulations, you have a great life – now stop reading articles about why you're still single! Not everyone is cut out to be one half of a couple, and a relationship is not a compulsory element of a happy life. If you keep dipping a toe into dating but never quite feel comfortable with it, perhaps you're better off single after all.

Source : here

Eid Mubarak

Hi. This is a crappy cutout picture of me saying, "Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Maaf zahir & batin for all the sarcasms, offensive posts and swearing. May you and I lose some weight dengan berpuasa enam. Ha ha ha."

Have fun on this month of Raya-ness.

Bloody shipping company

Gateway Logistic Solutions Sdn Bhd.

Awfully long name for a shipping company that does its job rather bloody poorly.

It's been 2 months or so and I am yet to receive my boxes, which were shipped from the UK before I got back.

For the first month I asked Sharir about the boxes and his answers were always vague and uncertain.

He couldn't even provide me with the reference number and some contact numbers.

But, knowing Sharir, all those things are normal. I don't know whether he truly didn't know all those things or he didn't even bother to find out.

Or he did ask Matno (his lousy boss that likes to use him every so often) but that old lying git didn't bother to find out!

You're a lousy piece of garbage and I don't care if you're about the same age as my father you're nothing like a married man with kids suppose to be you're disgusting!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want my damn boxes and give me some reference number or else I will report your stupid company to the authority whoever that might be!!!!

I've put up with that old man's crap for so long.

If you guys need a shipping service, use FedEx or any company that has a good reputation. Not crappy cheap companies like this.

GOD I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!

Literal'd Deathly Hallows

Jobs.

In another cheerful note, I have failed yet another interview. :D I loathe interviews so much that if the Cruciatus curse is not an Unforgivable curse and wands can actually be used, I would've set it on the ones who invented this interview torture thing. *humph*

* * * *

Have you guys ever bought a product that you later discover is actually broken or damaged, but you weren't told about it - let's say, a sofa set?

Have you ever moved into a new house that is built so perfect until several weeks later, the walls are filled with watermarks?

Have you ever sent your car to the workshop to get something fixed, and you ended up getting a cheap spare parts on your car which got broken again a week later?

These matters are regarding Malaysian attitudes towards something called a 'job'.

If your job is to sell a piece of shitty sofa set, you just have to sell it, even though it's broken. If your customers don't find out about the damage, then you're safe, you've done your job. If they find out about it, well, I'll think about that later.

If your job includes building houses for residential ares (PKNS), then you just have to build them and get them done as fast as you can. Sure, you left out some parts here and there but nobody's gonna find out, the parts you left out are within the walls anyway so who's to see? There, a house built. A shitty house.

And if your job is to fix a car, use cheap spare parts, wham it onto the car and done. As long as it's attached to the car, it's a job well done.

Malaysians - asal siap sudahlah. If I did a good job, my pay will still be the same anyway.

We'll never be out of the 'third world mindset' group if these people continue to exist.

I'm not bragging about other countries, but when I was in London in Yana's cousin's house, there was this man, probably in his 40's, and his work is to get rid of pidgeon poop on people's balconies, or so I was told. Anyway, he cleans balconies okay, and he did it full-heartedly, like he embraced his shitty job. He seemed happy, anyway.

Imagine if a Malaysian get that job. Sheesh.

This is a sincere reminder to myself and to you guys. Love what you do and do what you love, which i find quite difficult since what I love doing is to sleep all day and I can't find a place in my heart to love a thing called Accounting & Finance.

Hey ladies

Since I've got so much time in my hand, Imma copy this chain message I got from my a friend through BBM here.

Dear residents & members,

Please take head of this alert as many had fallen victims. Send it to all friends so that they too can be alerted.

Thurai

Customer Service Exec

Homeguards

Hotline no 03-33733994

Orange Proton Taxi No. HWC 244

Please be warned that there is an orange Proton cab with the number plate HWC 244 (name of cab company - Innovasi Timur Sdn Bhd) who is out to get single women drivers, for unknown reasons but we believe potentially to rape and kill. The cab is driven by a fat and bald Malay man (occasionally with two other men in the car who look like Indonesians) who have been going around doing the following (possibly among others) to get women to come out of their cars by attempting to create and accident.

1. Cutting into your lane quickly so that you have to swerve to avoid an accident.
2. Braking suddenly on a road where there is just you and them.
3. Driving extremely slowly in front of you and when you try to overtake, he will try to knock into you by swerving into your lane.

It is very likely that more than once woman have experienced the attempts of the driver of this cab but it is unknown if he has been successful in raping/murdering any women yet.

Please don't let it happen to you! Please be very observant and careful and look out for this cab, especially when you are travelling on a quiet road by yourself.

There have been so many rape cases lately (e.g. the one in Centrepoint) so please warn your loved ones - wives, daughters, friends, mothers, sisters, mak mentua, or bakal mak mentua etc. to be extra careful.

Watch out for HWC 244 and other similar perpetrators.

As if there are not enough creeps already in this world.. Sheesh. Bulan puasa pon nak buat kerja tak senonoh macam ni.

I wish..

I wish that I can be more patient.

I wish that Malaysia can somehow turn the heat off.

I wish that my sore throat can go away without me having to eat those awful tasting lozenges.

I wish lozenges are more like marshmallows. You could eat them profusely.

I wish to meet Katherine Heigl.

I wish I know the reason why I'm being so angry right now.

I wish for the baby dumping shits to end. Seriously, guys? I'm older than you guys and we can't even get to hold hands, not unless I fall down or something. Patience is virtue.

I wish I can be more witty and sarcastic. Or wittily sarcastic. Or sarcastically witty. Or maybe something in between.

I wish Hazim could stop drooling in his sleep.

I wish I can travel through time.

I wish that the Jews, American and British would stop messing around with the Middle Eastern countries. What more do they want?

I wish Malays, Chinese and Indians can be best friends, sincerely.

I wish TV3 would stop using background theme songs from Full House and Pirates of the Caribbeans in their dramas. It's uhh..pathetic.

I wish I can deny how bad Daniel Radcliffe looks nowadays but I'm afraid I can't. Even Longbottom looks better than him.

I wanna go watch Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.

Creep.

Went to KL today for an interview with Maybank for the post of credit analyst, and I think the interview went well. At least, I didn't "uhhh..." or "uhhmmm...." a lot. OK, that's not the main story here. The main story took place at Platform 5, KL Sentral.

There I was, descending from the elevator to Platform 5 Pelabuhan Klang. I glanced at the digital clock that showed the train's time of arrival. Darn it, I thought to myself, setengah jam lagi! So I thought I'd might as well fill in the time with reading ceywah..sebab nak dengar lagu battery low kan. I found myself an empty seat in between two guys and took out my copy of Deception Point. I started to read, quite happily I daresay.

Then, the guy in my left started to talk softly, and he looked kinda restless. And by restless I mean tak dudok diam, terkinja-kinja. I'm a person who prefers to mind her own business, so I didn't look away from my book. He was saying things like :

"Izinkan saye nak berkenalan dengan awak."

"Uish.. untungnya kalau dapat berkawan dengan awak, dah lah cantek, sopan pulak tu."

"Nanti dalam train nak dudok sebelah awak lah."

In my mind I was like, euw..nak cakap dengan awek pon tak payah lah sampai orang laen dengar. What irritated me was that he kept on dropping his KTM ticket on ground. Come on la dude, are your fingerprints so f*cked up that your ticket asyik nak jatuh je? I got a little bit distracted, but I kept on reading anyway. But then he started to say things that were really creepy.

"Ooo.. suka baca buku..."

"Eh, asyik maen handbag je."

Is this guy monologuing about me? Or am I that perasan? So I continued to ignore him. Sekali tu die cakap..

"Deception Point."

Hm. Memang terbaek la kan. I was travelling alone and this creepy guy thinks it's funny to 'get to know me' and attract my attention by monologuing about me and what I was doing. That's effing creepy la and if you think you're going to get a girl by doing those shits, you're very wrong. I don't know lah if there's any girl that would fall for that.

I got up and waited in line to get on board the train. Luckily no creepy human being followed me.

I've been thinking about how I would respond if he did go overboard with his creepiness and I could only think of one solution. And that is, I would start to speak to him sternly, but not in Malay, but in English. I think that will show him that I'm not of his kind, I'm an educated girl (because all educated people speak English. Pffftt) with a purpose in life, and I don't do crazy batshit stuff.

Would that be mean or kinda snobby? Hahaa. Macam la aku ni bagus sangat kan nak cakap kat orang laen macam tu. But he should know better. F***ing creep.

Tarawih Tantrum

Ramadhan is here and it's a beautiful month.

It teaches us to be patient.

It reminds us of many unfortunate people out there.

It shows us how greedy and wasteful we can be.

It is the perfect opportunity for us to add and enhance our amal ibadah.

It is the time to cleanse our body. And soul.

It shows the unity of muslims from all around the world.

But.. (ceh, konon-konon start dengan sajak giteww..)

Kenapa la makcik oiii pegi bawak anak-anak kecik datang surau/masjid masa tarawih? Tak nampak ke kat luar dewan solat Masjid Negeri tu die tulih, 'kanak-kanak bawah umur 7 tahun tidak dibenarkan masok ke dewan solat.' Orang laen nak solat tarawih, elok-elok je anak makcik accident kat kaki para jemaah ye. Pastu tak cukup dengan acara lari pecut je, tambah pulak dengan nangis lah, jerit-jerit lah. Saye ni, makcik, bulan-bulan pose ni nak la jadi baek sikit. Macam mana nak jadi baek kalau tengah-tengah solat tarawih dalam hati saye ni menyumpah-nyumpah anak makcik. Ye idok?

So please be considerate towards other jemaah who are trying hard to concentrate in their solat.

FYI, kalau nak tarawih 8 rakaat yang laju macam roket so that korang boleh kejar assignment ke nak kejar lepak kat mamak ke, saye syorkan anda pergi ke Masjid Negeri. Heheh.

Kalau nak tarawih cara Rasulullah (which is ade selingan tazkirah in between tarawih, normally after 4 rakaat), silelah berkunjung ke Surau At-Taqwa Jalan Jasper 7/15. Haa, lepas solat tu balek terus. Jangan memandai singgah rumah No. 22 mintak moreh.

For your own record, I don't usually type gitew or apew or manew.. Jangan lepas ni taknak kawan dah.

Selamat beribadah =)

Welcome Ramadhan.

We had a pre-Ramadhan BBQ get together today and it was extremely fun! And hot. And not to mention, sticky.

Thank you Pah for the beautiful and convenient venue.

Thank you Min for the grill.

Thank you Beril and Plumbum girls for setting up the grill.

Thank you Shah Alam for preparing the deliciously marinated lamb, chicken and mash potatoes.

Thank you Beril for preparing spagheti dengan tiga tahap kepedasan yang sebenarnye ada dua tahap aje iaitu tak pedas langsung dan pedas gila, tiada sederhana pedas ye.

Thank you Plumbum for the drinks.

Thank you Ahm and Shabab for working hours and hours, from starting the fire to grilling the food.

Thank you Tika Joho for your awesome I-can-see-all-the-pores-on-your-face camera.

Thank you Aniqah sebab paling semangat and lama mengipas api.

Thank you to all the tkang kipas dan tukang kepit dan tukang terbalek-terbalekkan.

Thank you Aloyah and Tika Joho for being two of the most consistent camera ladies of the day.

Thank you Tika Joho for being patient, taking pretty photos and following the demands of all the beauty pageant girls kat atas dinding swimming pool.

And thank you Tia for being Tika's replacement :D

Thank you to the ones with chocolate cakes on their teeth, korang memang lawa. Especially Aloyah.

Thank you Beril for the chocolate cake.

Thank you Plumbum for being really thoughtful and responsible and rushed to buy new supplies of drinks.

Thank you everyone for singing the UiTM songs so harmoniously.

Thank you self-timer.

Thank you Aqilah dan Syaza sebab kasik pinjam telekong.

Thank you Seming sebab tolong suapkan puding sebab aku tak sempat makan pon lepas tu diorang ni pelahap gila. Hahahaha.

Thank you pak guard for showing us the way to the most jauh-est tong sampah pastu Sal ngan Lin baling sampah terus tembus ke belakang tong sampah and you said "takpe takpe" alololol baeknye.

Acapella, you should put some air-cond in the surau. One ceiling fan is definitely not enough. I bet your gym has air-conds, huh?

So, we went back all full, sticky and we smelled like smoke and lambs but it was fun :)

Here are some phodos I have :

Look at her go.

Aah, ade due je gambar.

Mom and Dad are asleep and the only body brush in the house is in their bathroom. I can't imagine showering tonight without a brush because it would be the same if I hadn't showered at all. So I used this instead and I'm clean as a whistle :

Good night everybody :) <3

Mama Ayah, don't you worry about my last post. It signifies nothing. Nothiiinnggg...

Marriage ( I think there's a post before with the same title. Ah well.)

One of the favourite topics between people my age nowadays, be it male or female.

Why?

Because everyone's getting married now! At the tender age of 21. Yes, tender. HAHAH. I don't think we deserve to be called 'ripe' yet. Depends on what's your definition of 'ripe' lah.

I learned that UIA students will get some sort of benefits if they're married. And when I tell this to Mum, she said that the uni did that to menggalakkan orang berkahwin and she wondered why on Earth should you encourage students to get married when they haven't even finished studying and there are lots of things to do because you're YOUNG for crying out loud!

Because you see, the common age for people getting married in Malaysia is like 25 for perempuan lah, so when 21 year old girls decided to get married, it sent a signal to most brains that she's not ready yet! "She's a baby, she can't get married." "21? Dah abes blaja ke belom?"

OK,then I said to Mum...

"Diorang taknak kasi budak-budak buat maksiat la tu, nak elakkan maksiat."

Then Mum replied, with an unusual high-pitched voice..

"SAPA SURUH PEGI BUAT MAKSIAT?!"

HAHAHAHHAHA

May I remind you, Mother, that teens nowadays aren't like teens in your days.

I won't say what are the differences as I don't wish to offend anyone.

But I dare say that even you know the differences.

But then again, jodoh is decided by God. When you're getting married, you're getting married.

*******

Mum and I went to Giant last week. We had to get susu Ensure for Tokmak. I don't know if I'm the last person on Earth to have noticed this but many of the baby formula/susu are locked inside a glass cabinet. So, I went to check on the prices of those baby formulas. RM60. RM50. Wow. No wonder my parents don't let me to get married so early. Not only you have to live by yourselves, you've to pay your own bills, the rents, the food, the house, the car(s), the minyak and worst of all, the commitment. Hahaha. Belom ada baby duet dah mengalir macam air.

"Blaja bagi abes dulu." Ye ma.

"Pastu get a good job." Ye yah.

"Then kumpul duet, when the right time comes, then you wanna get married, get married lah."

Ye yah, ye ma.

I can't believe I'm grown up enough to be writing about this *sobs*

At my age, the topic is fun to talk about, but to actually be in it, uuhh... no comment. Nobody knows when the time's gonna come because it's already decided by Him. :)

I'm not saying I want to get married now, though.

Tapi bukan orang dulu 18 pon dah kawen ke? OK OK dah abes bye!

Uncertainty

Life after graduating is full of uncertainty.

It's not certain if you'll ever get a job.
It's not certain if you'll ever get a sponsorship for ACCA.
It's not certain what kind of results you'll get for your ACCA exams.
It's not certain what kind of job you'll get, if you ever get a job that is.
It's not certain what will become of you once you've got the job.
It's not certain that your boss won't be a psycho freak like those in the movies.
It's not certain that you'll be accepted by your new colleagues.
I'm not sure whether to take ACCA full time, or while working.

All I'm saying is,

I miss my student life, which I think, passed me by so so so so so so very quickly.
And to make it worse, I only have ONE convocation ceremony! Which means there will be only ONE time I'll be receiving a a crappy teddy bear wearing a mortar board with a wooden stick protruding from its a** and being beautifully surrounded by flowers. Blargh! HAHHA.

Just a little something something.

Here goes nothing.

Accountants are boring.
People who wear skimpy dresses are attention whores.
Girls who color their nails are indecent.
Guys who keep himself well-groomed are gays.
Having a girlfriend/boyfriend is cool.
Not having a girlfriend/boyfriend means you're a loser.
Using Nokia 3310 means that you can't afford to buy other phones.
People who use iPhones = fun and playful.
People who use BlackBerrys = serious about their works/jobs.
City girls tak makan sambal belacan.
Gadis desa is the most demure girl that you can find.
"Patotlah dia macam tu, tengoklah family dia macam mana"
Sape yang order air kosong kat kedai = diet.
Diet = poyo.





Why get to know people when you can judge them from afar?
Getting to know people takes time and you don't have that kind of time.
Judging is easier.
You don't have to meet the person, you just have to look at their Facebook profile. Their profile picture album is a good place to start your judging session, yeah yeah.



No, I'm not mad. I'm just being sarcastic.
Wanna judge me? You can start here. Here, let me help you get a good start.
Oh, wait.. who am I kidding, I don't have to help you. You've done a pretty good job so far! :D


p/s : I'm sorry to those who find this offensive. I didn't write this to offend anybody...or did I?

Plea

God, please make me less pathetic, more determined, less angry, more patient, less fat, more beautiful inside, more independent, less stupid.

I'll miss you.

Things that I will miss about UK:

1. The weather.

2. The efficiency and punctuality of the public transports.

3. Cheap foods.

4. Fresh fruits and vegetables.

5. The mentality of people here.

6. ASDA

7. "Here's your receipt. Thank you, love."

8. Clean, drinkable tap water.

9. Hyde Park.

10. Can wear anything and not be criticized and judged.

11. Boots and Superdrug.

12. Primark.

13. The internet speed.

14. Cute dogs.

15. Heavy, fat stray cats.

16. Northern folks, because they're nicer.

17. Staring at the sky when the snow's falling.

18. Drivers give priority to pedestrians.

19. Various flavours of fruit juices and energy drinks.

20. Learning Resource Centre.

Things that I won't miss about UK:

1. The weather.

2. Drunkards.

3. Bees and spiders zooming and crawling into my room.

4. Pollen floating around your nose.

5. Snow that has gone rock hard and slippery.

6. My classes.

7. PDA's.

8. The fact that I have to walk everywhere.

9. Random creepy "Asian" man. (And by Asian, I don't mean Chinese)

Eh 9 je..? So, I guess I'll definitely miss this place. :)

He's here!

Gang saye sudah sampai!
Since the laptop cannot be connected to the Internet, I decided to go lepak lepak in the LRC and use the Mac computer thingamagiggy and I am so in love with the freaking Photo Booth. Pretty narcissistic, huh? Tapi Andi jenis tak camwhoring sangat so takkan aku pulak nak lebih2 amek gambar kan. Ekekeke.

By the way, Seming pon ada di dalam gambar :)) Hohohoho.

Pointless emotion. And a rather pointless post.

Have you ever felt that you're somehow connected with someone but that someone is not even real?
Someone in a book, perhaps? Or maybe in a tv series that you have been watching since you can remember?
But why am I not emotionally attached to Harry Potter? Oh yeah, because he's married to Ginny pffft.

Anyway,
I know two of my friends are like that. They're dreading the end of their precious One Tree Hill after what, 8 seasons?
8 seasons of OTH and if you're not attached to the characters, then you're one hell of an emotionally drained person. Haha.
I have only just watched 12 episodes of a newly aired kdrama, Personal Taste. Itu pon dah rase sangat attached.

Whenever I listen to the OSTs, jadi sayu je. And I freakin' hate it when that happens. Hahaha.
This happens everytime I finished watching a kdrama series, I feel like the story shouldn't have ended,
it should go on and on until I finally grow tired of it. Like that can ah?

I have just came to realize that my previous posts have been about nothing but kdrama and Lee Minho. Hahah. 'Tis the season for
cute love stories I guess.

The end.