My Travel Journal...

2007-09-01T13:44:00.000+08:00

CLOSED

..... till later.

Dear Bloggerittas, and our male equivalent all,

I thank you, for your readership at my constant gallivants and debilitating my tongue in random thoughts. Blogging initially was my purgative alternate to retail therapy and vallium. However, I am seeking hiatus for now for I have been far beneath my zenith and it seemed for now an option, for me to steer back on track. I am thoroughly appreciative for some very precious friendship that have blossomed, for keeps every bit of it. The telephone line works both ways, and there's also email. So please, let's stay in touch. Take care all, and till later yah?

A'skum.

luv,

Nad.

If only I had....

2007-08-01T14:17:00.000+08:00

If only I had...
"Something awfully familiar with those feelings I had about four years ago. But this time, it is more intense. The guilt that gnaw at my soul sent a tingling down my spine and every now and then it hit me at the core of my heart. It feels like a piercing, and everytime, I can't help the emotions from welling inside my eyes. Remorse and guilt filled up every air bubble that could be and causing me to choke in my throat."

When I had received the phone call from Mama, I had wanted just to send her to the clinic, like usually. Even after Uncle Din gave me the confirmation, I was adamant at finding out for myself. Seeing wasn't exactly believing. When I touched her face, it was still warm, and I called out to her, "Opah...Opah.."
Then the paramedics came and had asked Arie to witness the AED and the pronouncing.
Only then did it struck. It hit me like a thunderstorm of truths.
Everything that I have heard before, that passes by, that brushes against the ear like a light wind, is now here to seek it's redemption. Death, like life, is real.
My mind went into a complete flashback mode. To the last time I sent her to Dr Ho. The last time I kissed her hands. The flat I was looking for so we could live near her. Her last expression. The things she used to say. And how she would repeteadly tell me to eat, take care of myself and that she would Doa for my well-being. Her last phonecall. The bag I had wanted to get her. Her smiles. The desserts she made during the fasting month. When she saw Arie for the first time, but the last, and she said to me she was only 'segan'. Then I saw her fair skin, and I said a silent thank you. And I admire her for the way that my mum turns out. Then it hit me, the things that I could have done better. The things I should have done, if only I had...
Something awfully familiar with those feelings I had about four years ago, (when my paternal grandfather passed away). But this time, it is more intense. The guilt that gnaw at my soul sent a tingling down my spine and every now and then it hit me at the core of my heart. It feels like a piercing, and everytime, I can't help the emotions from welling inside my eyes. Remorse and guilt filled up every air bubble that could be and causing me to choke in my throat. Forgive me please, Opah.

Opah,

the beloved of many,

her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and others,

has peacefully departed.

- Al-Fatehah.

Semoga Allah (SWT) mencucuri rahmat keatas rohnya,

dan meletakkan nya diantara mereka yang beriman,

dan yang dikasihiNya.

Amin.

I seek amnesty and forgiveness from those who knows our family, directly or otherwise, who we may have offended in many ways.
And to those we're indebted to in kind, our heartfelt thank yous and may Allah grant your every doas and return your kind deeds in bountiful amounts.
If there is anything that there is to be settled, in whatever forms, please do reach me on behalf of my family, at musangz@hotmail.com.

A long, straight road...

2007-07-22T00:09:00.000+08:00

.....random thoughts.....

I haven't had a chance to listen to some cds I got myself recently much less upload them onto itunes for my ipod. Anyhow, for the lack of TLC and anyone who even bothered, I turned to, well I don't exactly have a choice, but it's not like I don't enjoy it either, drive my ownself to work! So, a trailing jam, and two accidents along Eng Neo and after Upper Bt. Timah exit later, I found myself so loving that cd man! U know what? I think Nelly Furtado, she RAWKS! Especially with 2 more turn-around flights and a standby before my next long haul, I so need my fix, to up limp, listless days along a psyche-myself-up drive to work. 1 cd is really good for a return trip to and from the airport. So lemme see..... Shakira & Beyonce compilation for Jakarta, Christina Aguilera's for Hong Kong and Rihanna's for Standby, that is if I get activated, but I'ld rather not if u ask me.

OOh yes, I had wanted to reply to Naniz's tag but since it's pretty lengthy, I'll have it up in my entry instead.
So here goes........

"Naniz dearie, Ofcos I do need them...especially when people at work have been guessing my age and adding a couple more years to it! Then they try to redeem themselves by saying that it's just the way I carry myself that do not do my age any justice....year rite! like whatever!....How do I carry myself then? With a hunched back?! Anyhow Naniz, I'm doing another flight to London come next month, I'll tell you if this miracle thingy reaally reaally works, and if people are guessing my age right again....I'll keep u posted, see if u'ld like me to get u one, wokay?" ;)

Ok I'm off to watch Desperate Housewives now, 2 more dvds to go before I complete Season 3. That's just what I do when I'm not myself.

Miracles or Hype?

2007-07-19T21:58:00.000+08:00

Miracles or the sucker that I am...

I got back from London after a pretty rough flight with passengers who stayed mostly awake the whole 12 hours since we departed from London Heathrow Airport. Anyhow, while I was in London, as I could least expect it myself, I fell prey to a phenomenon that had hit London in just recent months and had, what's left of the phenomenon tidal (what that brought with their first debut, seeing all 20,000 pieces of them being wiped out, within the first inauguration hour in April.) are oblivious-turned-hopefuls (like myself), hoping to get really lucky. Anya Hindmarch, British accessories designer's, "I'm NOT a plastic bag" eco-friendly canvas shopping totes that hit London town like an instant whirlwind, are amongst the likes of Keira Knightley and had other American stars like Reese Witherspoon spotting on them. It sold for only 5 pounds, an estimate of slightly lesser than 16 Singapore dollars in London and varies everywhere else in the world. Just a good 200 pieces of them are available on a 2000-people waitlist, of enviromentally conscious, avant gardists at On Pedder, in Singapore. However the date of its launch is not revealed. What makes it even more desirable is that different colours are released in different countries. Blue bags in New York, more Green and Grey ones were released in London at the Design Museum on 18th July, just one day after I departed. How purfect! While the Brown ones await its launch in Milan on 28th July. The launches scheduled for Jakarta, Shanghai and Beijing were cancelled however. The non existent copyright laws in China would definitely come in handy! Oh yes, I did my fair bit of looking, searching and like i said, hoping to get lucky and guess what?!!!
I didn't ofcos. Haha! I caught u, didn't I? It's just a bag anyway. Just another shopping bag? A canvas shopping tote! Who needs a canvas shopping tote to go shop for.....errmmm...SOURGRAPES! HAHAH!! Every bit it huh? Hahha! Nolah, I'm still eyeing Neverfull, so that's pretty enough distraction or shall I say, another good excuse, I mean reason, Dunchathink?
Okay okay then, enough on the "I'm so NOT gonna get u canvas bag" let's move along...
Being the sucker that I am or plainly "soft" person, or so I would love to believe, I dragged Han to Boots to check out that highly acclaimed miracle serum every English person is now smudging over their faces! It was featured in BBC2 and British Good Housekeeping and had women all over England snapping them up in a miraculous instant! A sell-out and second sell-out after its re-stocked! That also with its one piece per customer policy having had enforced! So as Han and I approached the counter and finding just 2 boxes of them, Boots No.7, Protect and Perfect beauty serum left, we were gawd-damn-enthralled. Skinny fingers stretched and reaching out, we grabbed on the boxes each and held on to them for dear life! We were ravishing at the sticker that says exactly these, "as seen on tv"....awwwwwwww.....I could have almost teared I tell ya! Then came a voice just above our heads, still stucked in our neck sockets, in awe and relish.
"May I help u ladies?"....breaking our trance....I turned and asked,
"Err..yes!!...do u only have 2 of these miracle serums left?"
She reached out to behind where her till is, and underneath it, she slid a drawer open, revealing a drawer-full of beauty serum boxes and a sign, which obviously needs some displaying, "Not limited to 1 per customer, anymore!"
Bah!!!
And u know, it suddenly.....as much as I hate to admit, just doesn't feel quite as desirable....
...................just the....for the third time tonight, sucker..that I am... ;-{

retail therapy?...miraculous cure....

2007-07-14T00:11:00.000+08:00

It's funny how, or strange rather, or as inexplicable as it may seem that both compassion and cruelty could live side by side in one heart...
Like it is cruel to own a new bag without even a need for one, nor a reason. But I honestly don't mind a wallet either, and that's compassion, cos rather needless to say, a wallet is cheaper. But it's cruel to be spending for a wallet when I can always opt for a different one, that wouldn't cost more than what amount of money I could ever own in it! But then again, it's not like I've only recently wanted it. I've needed one since God knows! Especially after I gave Ira my purse, Mama my coin pouch and him my card holder! No! No! I haven't had that brewed up, I was just giving them away cos I'm nice like that! Now that's cruel! For u to think a schemer of me! So to satisfy my securities and flush that bad thought u had of me out of my system, I certainly need some compassionate shopping to do. Bruised and beatened, I so am gonna get that wallet! Or perhaps Neverfull! Or perhaps both! And it's all because of u! A miraculous cure, retail therapy.

(aaaah.... retail therapy, what better way to mend a broken heart... best if u could shift guilt out of ur gear and push it at someone else's rear! Sorry b, but u said I had that planned up, and you're leaving me with exactly no choice! *ShrugS*

P/S: Tata Peeps to London later this morning. Till later! ;)

Longest flight time.....and it seemed like forever.

2007-06-30T03:16:00.000+08:00

*Live from the Big Apple*

I arrived yesterday after what seemed like FOREVER. And I'm kidding you not. Just when I thought that 19 hours of flight scheduled hours was super-long for flight time and enough damage to general well-being. Consider those back-breaking moments of attending to every adhoc requests that could be and couple that with bad weather at Newark and causing us to divert to JFK instead. And due to logistics constraints, we were held in the aircraft, passengers included, for a good 3 hours. Finally, when the storm subsided, Newark reopened and we flew back in. A total of 23 hours on board, 25 hours of duty, 28 hours since I woke up... no more hours before I conk the living state out of me...
Anyhow, I'm up and awake now though not totally, I can't wait for Aud to fly in this evening. I'm just gonna get her dinner afterwards, our favourite push-cart garbs in NYC. Minus the carbs, cos she specifically say in her sms,
"Nad, no rice just salad. Lotsa white sauce and hot sauce on the side."
Coming Rite Up!

p/s: i-phone hype in NYC. People were in q's, one was offering 5000 buckaroos for his spot!

Mush and stuffs...a journey nonetheless...

2007-06-27T13:36:00.000+08:00

Mush and stuffs...a journey nonetheless.
(If u're a romancephobe...skip this entry please!)

Who would have thought...

Who would have thought that a chance meeting and a simple 'hi' would lead us to where we are now.

Who would have thought I could look into your eyes and be swept away by the vast ocean of emotions that you brought out of me.

Who would have thought that it would mean so much to have a man like you in my life and to show me true passion and like me, believes in total honesty.

Who would have thought that I would give you the key to my heart and would allow you entrance to an area within me where I thought would never be whole.

Who would have thought that I would be willing to risk being hurt once again by allowing you access into my heart, mind and soul.

Who would have thought that my life would be blessed by such a wonderful, intelligent and compassionate man.

Who would have thought that on this day I would promise to forever stand by your side offerring friendship, compassion and love to you as only your lady can.

- Tina Marie.

Who would have thought that I would be dating a good friend's brother...

12 Gerberas and counting...

Who would have thought, really?

Thank you, bfg.

I hope for blessings from Him and people who matters.

Amin.

nothing much...

2007-06-18T10:23:00.000+08:00

Nothing...zilch,nada...

Nothing much have changed since the last time I updated, except that I'm feeling a tad guilty that I haven't been updating. Most times nowadays, I have it hard lamenting on a keyboard. Probably because I haven't exactly much to lament about. Trust me since I last updated, I've only sent my car for servicing, sent my laptop for a change of lcd that cost me a rip, repaired my bag (another rip), metal-tubing to LA and back. Decorated a basket! A cousin's engagement. Bought a bottle of EDP that was wrongly priced in Sydney, a couple of trips to JB. Had dessert in Shanghai and was a piece of useless block when I came back early yesterday morning. The whole of Sunday, I was alternating between sprawling in bed and rubbing my eyes. And I minimised muscular movements to smsing and nothing more than parametering from plate--to-mouth distance. I hope it doesn't reduce my reputation from blogger, always-in-hiatus to blogger, persona-non-grata. Not that I have any reputation in this bloggosphere to begin with. But I've noticed some new bloghoppers. And I definitely welcome their hopping by and linking me up. Honest. Thank u! But unlike many others I'm constrained, sometimes by lack of connectivity (I've asked Jerome about the range extender and where to get one cheap..hehe and he's gonne get me one! I hope that'll be solution. Anyone with more info and is willing to share, please do, please do!), most time by lack of ideas. And everytime by lack of interesting events. So do bear with me. Readership or no readership, I'll update when I mean to, and I still will. Promise.

p/s: My cousin got engaged!
p p/s: Solo commuter.

African Queen.

2007-05-18T16:17:00.000+08:00

The much awaited...

...and on Mother's Day, I jetset with my very own,

African Queen....

Ma & me,

Table Mt.

Cape Town, SA.

I can't help the exhilliration from the view of the hotel

with a grandiose mountain for backdrop and an endless ocean that oversees it.

I was overwhelmed.

The crispy-thin, clean air choked me.

Now, now, if you'ld like, get feasted, get emotional, go eco-friendly or call your mothers.....

it's just a brief get-away for me and my beloved,

African Queen.

U see me...U see me not!

2007-05-18T13:53:00.000+08:00

With the untimely disappearance of me...
Just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse. And it did. And I sobered up into a very bad mood instead, following a tight and frenzied couple of weeks of reading and stressing over the interview. It's my second time already and I can't afford to falter. Given the short notice, and my unphysc. I know I don't exactly need that additional stress I'm putting over myself, but like that is not enough already, the thread that came over a Malaysian forum page was a double whammy. But honestly, whammy, isn't even enough.
I'll call it an "almost bizarre" experience. Pretty skanking remarks coming from a socially unbalanced mix of people. Pardon the harshness, but only if you have read the comments that thay gave, considering how untrue it all are and how much they really know, or do not know. I can't help but despise their foolhardiness. And making easy preys of innocent people. Now triple that with Ma's e-ticket that got denied. The ER conversion training. The Big I day itself. A turn-around flight sticking out of a really busy schedule. And the much awaited flight I've been waiting for the past 7 1/2 years. And you know what? I survived! Alhamdulillah.
I am really only purging.

Tick Tock.

2007-04-09T10:51:00.000+08:00

"Tick Tock"

I gotta leave again

I don't wanna go

Things can be so lonely on the road

Could be the presidential suite

But nothing's ever like your bed at home

Especially when you're away from the one you love

It gets tough

Even though it hurts when I'm off at work

Looking at her picture soothes my pain

And for a moment I, find myself right back at home again

I remember, through the ups and downs of my dayI can say, my baby will be

[Chorus]Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for me

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

My baby will beSitting, waiting, longing, holding on for me

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

She's gotta leave again

She don't wanna go

Hates to be away from me so long

She calls me everyday but

She can't kiss her baby on the phone

When we're hanging up

The tears start rolling down

But somehow oh

Even though she cries

She can find her smile

Cos she knows with me her heart is safe

Funny how time away, makes a loving heart grow fond again

She remembers, through the ups and downs of her day

She can say, oh that I'll be...

Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for her

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

Her baby will be

Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for her

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

Oh, we remember, through the ups and downs of our days

We can say, oh that we'll be

[Chorus x2]Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for love

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

Oh we will beSitting, waiting, longing, holding on for love

While the time goes tick tock tick tock

- Lemar.

2007-03-19T11:57:00.000+08:00

" I DO. "
..... DID I?

I haven't updated in God knows, how many moons. And with that came speculations of my secret wedding that never took place anyway. I was away in Lax when the first sms came with something that I initially found perturbing. "Are you officially Mr and Mrs....?" Ok look, it's not like I am an atheist, huge sceptic, sworn-off biting the proverbial marriage dust breed. I am afterall a girl. A girl with darndy hopes and almost fatuous aspirations of naming my little ones after so many, many names and still think that child-birth is a self-immolation act. And have had dreams with whomever I dreamt of spending the rest of my life with through a proper Muslim solemnisation that legalise a union, commonly known as a marriage (A Muslim Marriage in this case). Some people call it foolish nowadays, others call it imbecile and primitive. And I have heard controversial opinions of copulating had it not been for their parents, while others did it anyway. Accrue that to the environment, the air that is thinning and the radicals and the standpoints of forlorns, renounced and bummed-out of failed relationships, or marriages themselves. Blame my foolhardiness, and my lack of shared sentiments, that I'm still pretty sane albeit the aircraft's recycled air that I breathe far too often, and my faith that has kept me rooted. So it hasn't happened (neither the marriage nor the wedding) and it's not like I'm totally proud of that. It just isn't time, I concluded after many guesses. And 2 failed relationships and one current one, still in pupilage, if I may call it. I am still second in line after my eldest girl cousin. So until she gets off the singles-only express train, there's no call for qualms or rather not just yet. Tho at my age seriously, it's a sap story turning sappier. But no. No updates does not equate wedding preps either. And yes that orange tint on my nails are nail polish stains, and that ring on my wedding finger, it's an accessory!

Kepish?

Lax...Anaheim.

2007-03-02T00:43:00.000+08:00

" Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Los Angeles. The time is 3:55 in the afternoon, and the temperature, 16 degrees celcius....."

Last I remembered, I was struggling to keep my focus in equilibrium.

Then came a goooood, Giamongus, sigh of relief.

Landed.

Bliss!

*****

So here goes.

Some new updates.

Same old station.

Some new places.

Where : The Block @ Orange.

"...say CHURROS!!!"...

What : Nordstrom, Bath & Bodyworks, Victoria's Secret, Hollister.

Must Do/Try/Eat : Koji Sushi ( Real kick-ass house sushi. Picture, warm grilled sushi that melts on your palate. Capital "A" for ratings? U kidding??! I'ld say, BIG O's! For ratings!

Where : Downtown Disney

What : World Disney, Naples, House of Blues, Build-a-Bear Workshop, rows of boutiques.

Must See : Fireworks @ Disneyland on weeknights. Live bands @ HOB (STYX was performing that night that we were there.).

Where : LAB off Bristol

What : Makeshift containers-turned boutiques. Gen -"X"ers, alternative retailers. Artsy- industrial theme. Urban Vintage. Post-grunge, Harajuku- inspired settings.

SUPER Kawa-ii!!!

Must DO : Get super-trigger-happy!

Someone passed a mantra...

2007-02-19T21:54:00.000+08:00

Someone passed a mantra,

" You can't get to where you're going if you do not know where you came from. "

Just food for thought and cos I'm random like that,

here's wishing friends and their loved ones,

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

To a Happy, Healthy, Wealthy year ahead.

errrr....

...oink?!

=)!

Virginal experience.

2007-02-08T00:04:00.000+08:00

I spy with my little eyes.....

..... something that spills! (at the nail spa.)

Clue 1 : It's not lacquer.

It doesn't matter that from up, where he sat, he could have a bird's eye view of what that is no lesser than a hefty, healthy portion of a person's glandular organs.

Or if I could put it in just plain layman's, real simply, I'ld say,

Clue 2 : Ample Bosom.

Yes, the nail technician (so they call themselves), she was the only one with a low cut t-shirt which obviously, couldn't keep her modesty in place and from flowing or bursting (out) rather, and allowing a more than generous view ofcourse!

Anyhow, virginal experience at having a pedi done, he had definitely gotten a better deal than he could bargain for!

So 2 hours and trimmed cuticles and shaven calluses later, we walked out with real neat looking fingers and clean toes.

We'll do it again someday okay? I'm sure you'ld love that, won't you my dear?

Yes, yes, same nail technician for you ofcos.

Haha!

and so.....

2007-02-07T15:08:00.000+08:00

And so they won!

We won!

....need I say more?

=)!

Caffeine OD.

2007-02-04T02:40:00.000+08:00

OLE! OLE! B OLE H?!

It could have been the caffeine-OD state that I have gotten myself into that has got my mind pretty much perky and not subduing to sleep just yet. Accrue that to the iced coffee (...and swigs of milk coffee I took from the bottle when I got home, for reason no better than, I was thirsty and had my hands on it first!) that I had earlier at Robertson's Walk while we watched Liverpool building up on their defence to make-up for the last match they played against Everton that saw them losing 3-0. But last night it was an equal of 0 to nothing. Good defence vs Good saves. So there. Unlike the controversial penalty that saw the Thai players walking out on the match against Singapore at the National Stadium last Wednesday. It wasn't as eventful but neither does it lack sportsmanship. Look, I've stopped being soccer fanatic since the reign of players like Abbas Saad, Abbas Saad and.... Abbas Saad. Those times, I would buy magazines and do cut-outs of him. He was hero, martyr, and everything I could ask for a husband, so I thought. As puberty hormonal activities subdue, and became less volatile, I took on to real guys instead and never looked back. And as short-liven my soccer craze days were, so were the glories of the Lions. Until that weekend that I was at the National Stadium to catch the semis of the ASEAN cup with him and sis, a group of 7 in total, together that makes the proud strength of 55,000 supporters. Boy was it overwhelming! I was probably the only one who had it hard about showing "PDE" abbr. for Public Display of Emotions. The uproarings of "GOOOOOOOAL!", outbursts of profanity that followed the 9th beat to the rhythm of the airhorns.(ie. "Pot!Pot! Pot!Pot!Pot! Pot!Pot!Pot!Pot! B*%#O!"...tsk..tsk! ) Hurlings of "REFREE KAYU!". The unrehearsed and unified "Kallang waves". The paper planes of the Lions posters that took off and landed from fans to fans. It was the cohesiveness of spirits and the oneness of interests that has gotten me hooked all over again. Still brushing-up on my soccer jargons if u'ld let me, penalty kick, penalty shoot-outs, err, half time, "the goal off-side, tak pakei!", err, dll...
and yes what's his name that Liverpool Midfielder, my dear?
Okay, okay soccer crazy or not, I'ld be in the midst of preparing for flight when Singapore meets Thailand tonight, I hope, they'll make my flight.
Amin.

NoNoNaNaNuNu.

2007-01-19T00:30:00.000+08:00

A good beginning...

haven't it been?

With loose fraying ends, tied up into pretty lil bows.

Well, for me at least.

Finally filling up my long overdue Giro form was one thing, that I have been sitting on for the longest time.

And yes!

Finally meeting up with good, growing-up, babelicious, buddies.

( Reminiscent of growing-up amongst real gorgeous babes came flashing back....

and I was contented being backdrop for them. Haha!)

Oh boy! How time really flies!

It's been like forever that we have planned, procrastinated and postponed a meet-up.

From "let's meet up after Nurren's wedding!" to "let's visit her baby together!" to

"eh! Her housewarming!" then it was "yok jalan raya yok!"

Gosh! U name it!

We had every reason to meet up yet not one excuse to get down to meeting!

But yesterday, unlike every other time that we have attempted to do day-outs, it was impromptu.

And voila! We finally did meet.

Not a full complement of 7, that makes the whole population of Nan Hua Malay girls of class '96,

it was pretty much a merry little affair. With much to update about, what happened to who and when. All that and the different routes that we have all taken, but wait, us three, we ended up haha! doing just the exact same things but for different companies, well not exactly if I may explain, but anyhow, the different routes we took are merely the destinations that our flights bring us, if you get what I mean.

To a great catching-up and many more to come, and hopefully, similar destinations someday,

trigger-happy moments to mark the diaries.

Dear Diary,

we finally met!

17th Jan 2007,

How To Touch A Girl.

2007-01-15T22:36:00.000+08:00

Love this lass and her songs to bits! This is one I can't stop replaying on my Ipod currently.
So tune in, sing along, whatever you fancy. Emo or tacky, call me whatever, but Jojo, She so rocks!

I think I could like you, I already do.

Feelings can grow, but they can go away too.

You're taking my hand, looking into my eyes.

Don't be in a rush to get me tonight.

I feel something happening; could this be a spark?

To satisfy me baby, you gotta satisfy my heart.
[Chorus:] Do you know How to Touch a Girl?

If you want me so much, first I have to know:

Are you thoughtful and kind? Do you care what's on my mind?

Or am I just for show?

You'll go far in this world if you know How to Touch a Girl.

I think I could like you, but I keep holding back,

'cause I can't seem to tell if you're fiction or fact.

Show me you can laugh, show me you can cry.

Show me who you really are, deep down inside.

Do you feel something happening? Could this be for real?

I don't know right now, but tonight we'll reveal:

[Chorus:] Do you know How to Touch a Girl?

If you want me so much, first I have to know:

Are you thoughtful and kind? Do you care what's on my mind?

Or am I just for show?

You'll go far in this world if you know How to Touch a Girl.

Bring me some flowers, Conversation for hours,

to see if we really connect, and baby, if we do, I'll be giving all my love to you!

[Chorus:] Do you know How to Touch a Girl?

If you want me so much, first I have to know:

Are you thoughtful and kind? Do you care what's on my mind?

Or am I just for show?

You'll go far in this world if you know

How to Touch a Girl...

Jojo - How To Touch A Girl

In Perth..

2007-01-15T20:34:00.000+08:00

Perth...
Had spent what that there was of my time in Perth with an alma mater. Like Aud, my team girl of close to 2 years, Benny, was a senior in school. Like Aud yet again, I have never met him in school either. Anyhow, Benny was great at playing host now that he lives and works there. Picked us up at our hotel just an hour after we checked in and drove us to Fremantle for a good, sinful, seafood spread. Cholestrol and Fats check forsaken, we had a stuffing-our-faces good time with no room left for Baskin Robbins like we had initially planned (Thank God!). He then brought us to his pad. Real homey and nice, I must say. Nothing like a batchelor's, cept for the movie posters he had sparsely scattered on some walls and yes, Maggie Q, who he had as wallpaper for his desktop. Besides a kitchenful of appliances, Benny has a good collection of dvds and an enviable HDef flat-screen tv. Okay, okay enuff promoting already, Aud, if u happen to read this, send my hugest thanks to Benny once again, could u please. And tell him I'm terribly sorry about the fine. A tad hefty for a parking ticket, but on a brighter note, that's like a 35% off Hilton's nightly rate! (khekhe...kidding!)

O'Hail 2007!

2007-01-04T22:15:00.000+08:00

First update of the year!

Haha...
Why am I comitting myself to such an opening title for almost a nothing-to-update update?
I've realised that because I'm not a rock star nor a tv presenter or the next top model who'ld be blogging about their days to days which could most probably start a readership cult. I'ld be lucky if anyone is still hopping by to check on my blog. Honestly, I'ld be awfully touch. Anyhow, readership or no readership, This is my blog and I am here to stay!
Oh yes, should I have forgotten that this blog is my travel journal I shall not digress too far from my main focus. Let me feed u with some scanty details I've only recently found out about New York. So here goes nothing if u do not already know that is... =)

The Streets in New York are shorter distances as compared to their Avenues.
Most people in New York are tourists and equal blunders like yourselves. So if you have to ask for directions, make sure you ask a local, be doubly sure. And that I've learnt by heart! (Someone made me walk from 42nd Street to 32nd then retrack to 57th! Just how heartless! Saying "I do not know" will not hurt as much as my toes that ached from all that strutting, huffing and panting!)
It's the first time in 115 years that it did not snow during Christmas in New York last year.
A new MnM candy boutique has recently opened at Times Square!

READY, STEADY, CANDY!!!

Hibernative.

2006-12-24T20:51:00.000+08:00

Been on a looooooooooong hiatus haven't I?

And the year is coming to an end already.

Resolution?

Is to stop making them.

But I seriously need to pay more attention to the Health Department.

And yes, the Weight, could do with a tad more shedding and close watching the appetite especially.

The Biological Clock.

Darn!

TickTockTickTockTickTockTickTockTickTock!

(...somebody! Stash that time-bomb out puh-lease!)

OCCUPIED.

2006-11-30T23:38:00.000+08:00

Was doing my round of lavatory checks,

yes... whoever told you my job is glamorous?

Held up for a good 8 minutes outside one and finding myself staring into the word

OCCUPIED.

I make out a fair 19!

CUP
PIE
DIE
DUO
DIP
DICE
ICE
DOPE
COPIED
COD
COP
COPE
CUPID
PICE
POD
DUPE
DECO
CUD
DO

See how many more you can get.

.... DUE, CUE, EPIC, DOE, .......

Errands, errands, errands!

2006-11-23T15:58:00.000+08:00

IT'S TIME YET AGAIN..... for another long haul.

~~check temperature for station~~
~~buy water and 'comfort food' for flight~~
~~pack cargo & cabin bag~~
~~pay bill$ (before they become overdue when I return fr long flt.)~~
~~thrash receipts from previous bill$~~
~~change merchandise at Adidas~~
~~check flight details~~
~~iron uniform~~
~~trim toe nails~~
~~double check reporting time~~
~~check exchange rate~~
change moolah

Haiz.....and I'm still unpsyched! I'm so missing my team mates.

And u know Jamz, that includes u! Get well fastly. When I return, what say u we go on a 'specky' day-out. Hokay?

Aud, can't wait to see u in EWR.

Han-Han, how's the preps getting on? Ooh yes... remember Mr Gan?

Till later.

Ta's All!

Masala tea and humble pie.

2006-11-17T13:30:00.000+08:00

Masala tea and humble pie.

After had survived an extremely arduous, five-hour flight to Delhi, I checked into my hotel room feeling no less than spice-beatened! Besides being deployed for steward duties (reads: aching toes and back), I reeked of coffee and masala tea that splished-splashed onto my very famous uniform. My famous uniform coincidentally, minus the cumin-adled, gravy stain that must have seeped through from the Indian vegetarian meal while I was loading the meal carts, was one of the reasons why I had so wanted to be a stewardess. Along with wanting to "see the world" and "meet new people"(ref : Ten year series for surviving an aircrew interview. Written by: Others who have survived.) Just like any other flights to or from India, or basically just any flights with Indian nationals, it was anything but easy. I am not being prejudiced here but if you'ld let me explain, I'll tell you why exactly. I mean, it has been culturally accepted that Indians usually regard their guests in their homes with real prodigious and immense honour. They would be at their back and call, attending to their guests's every needs. Due to such cultural expectations, a guest's request can sometimes be interminable. However, such expectations may be met if they are limited to a small number of people in a household not constrained by flight hours limitations, safety regulations, and a handful of us crew attending to enthusiastic passengers, each with a special request, and wanting them all at the same time. The human natural systems only allow us to be at one place at any one time, but yes we can multi-task, but we are bounded by the capability of a pair of hands and legs just the same. Most times, we could only hope for tremendous understanding and patience from our passengers, and sometimes we are lucky. My humble job also stretches to picking up after passengers who insist on throwing whatever that is inedible, onto the carpeted floors. Anyhow, I love my job still. Cos besides the challenges, it opens up my eyes and heart to alot of things which makes me who I am. I am honestly humbled by the cultural diversities of the people whose paths I have crossed and learnt from. Enough soap with heroic endings, I did what I have to do during my short lay-over in Delhi.
Eye-brow threading and *YEOWCH!*ing waxing moments, checked. I headed to Sarojini Nagar for some retail therapy. And amongst the jamboree, I got myself some real treasures, costing me really what you wouldn't have guessed, anyway. Then, all the hard work and bending backward and forward was all the more, worth it! Humble pie tastes like chocolate. Or if u'ld rather errmmmm... masala flavoured?

Smile.

2006-11-17T11:46:00.000+08:00

Confessions of a flight stewardess...

I've had on several ocassions being brought to my boiling point and beyond, pushing my equilibrium to indeed, very dangerous periphery. And yet with such repressed emotions, I managed to pull a facial muscle that could pass off, max, as a constipated smile. Contrary to popular beliefs, our smiles are anything but fake. But it ranges from bold red, dark red, red of all hues, gloss-tainted, weary, chapped-lips, gorged-down-food and no time for touch-ups, smiles. Smile, and the whole world will smile with you. A smile, is afterall a woman's entire but decisive advantage.

Smile and others will smile back.

"Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile." -

Jean Baudrillard (b. 1929), French semiologist. “Astral America,” America (1986, trans. 1988).

Or rather plain annoyance, that incision in the guts, that throbbing in the heart,

release it through that crack of your lips,

and smile.

Gori-fication...

2006-11-13T21:02:00.000+08:00

Horrifyingly Gore-ee-fied!
Haven't much to update nor to rant about. 'Cept that I'm not totally over yesterday's gruelling episode of having sat through Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I know I didn't exactly have to, cos he had on umpteen ocassions said, "..U alright? Let's leave." But I just had to find out if Chrissy would survive to tell her story. Plus, it was my choice of movie since Step Up was a sell-out. The movie, like no other movie ever did, sickened me to the core. Im really not huge on gore. And yes, it weakened my heart, suspense, sound effects and blood put together! To the rest of u who might want to catch it, let me just remind you, it's highly disturbing! No liver dish..no Offals...No Tulangs (Im a big Tulang fan, u know!!!) Not till much later. Eeew.

My kick-ass brew?

2006-11-10T00:33:00.000+08:00

My "Nasty-brew-turned-wicked-mudpie-landscape"?

Khkehe... and pretty kick-ass too!

wats ur brew?

2006-11-09T04:44:00.000+08:00

+
+ + = ?

unfolds the untolds....

2006-11-08T00:46:00.000+08:00

Unfolds the untolds.....
Funny how things just unfold without you even seeking to find out any truth about it. Or rather, anymore about it. Though at some point of your life, it was harrowing. Hellish harrowing that hallucinogens weren't even the reasons for your inexplicable and may I add, very volatile temperaments. Random behaviours and weeping spells were amongst the onset. And alongsides. Those who may have read my blog on friendster or rather what that I have left of it, or perhaps if I may rephrase, what I have wrote and where I have left off, may draw this impression of me as a drug-addled persona. Haha. Honestly, the only time I became abusive is when I am really sick. That's cos I hate to be sick. I'ld pop just about any amount of, u mention, antibiotics, elixir, placeboes, lozenges, minerals and vitamins, anything antidotal. Anything, just so I could better. And that I could almost promise. Unless, when I'm all well and kicking and have forgotten how it is to be sick that Mama dearest would have to force Omega3, Primrose, Multivits, down my throat. Once my sis would ask me every night if Mama has fed me my "caviar", an endearing term for this Giamongus, fishy-smelling, oil capsule, that I've insisted till today, ( even though I have stopped taking them already), was the reason to my gaining weight.

That and if you have known me by now, you would have grown accustomed to my ability at digressing from a totally decent topic or rather inability to stay focused on one. That or the other, I am glad that I did a flight with Eiliyah who had shone some light onto some hazy episode of my life. Though it's not exactly reason enough to be totally convinced or substantiated. It's another load relieved off my chest. A sub-chapter, that comes to a close. And for that I'm grateful already. And if the world is a small place we all said, the Airline, is just a matter of time.

In London, it was perfect weather in the day ( 10 deg c. ), and it was more perfect that I had the off day, all for, to and by myself! It was bed and dinner and bed and bed and bed, most times. And I was one well rested person. And I so know that I so deserved it. It could have been better perfected though with some company that I have really, terribly, missed. You know who you are. And you, and you too!

Time to hit the sac now. Till sunbeams find me.....
....and a busy tomorrow, later today I mean, I foresee.
*Nite*

Jumpstart...ignition and make-up.

2006-11-01T16:49:00.000+08:00

First up, let me tell you how sucky it is to have to return to work after having had my wings hung on a depositary for a good 11days. IT SUCKED! Haven't I mentioned that I had stayed ecologically friendly for that good number of days, and I could never feel like a better person already. Like an environmentalist, a spokesperson for anti-pollution or something. Saving Gaia, Mother Earth, the Planet, the Universe and fellow homo sapiens. No hairspray, no nail polish, no base coat, no top coat.....(world peace!?) It was so liberating until yesterday, before I had to wake up at 3am, for a turn-around flight, which if u ask me, is actually quite abit of a consolation. Cos by noon, I was already off work. Anyhow, let me tell you what I had to do to jumpstart another slogging stint before the next leave in May. Haiz! But if that is not good enough to look forward to, well, my Raya leave next year, has been approved! Bliss! Now that is something...Ok..ok..so this was what I did. I packed my new working handbag and don on my new pair of sandals, packed my new pair of safety shoes and pinned on a new pair of name tag. I even started on a new make-up regime. Though it doesn't differ that much from usual but I had decided to apply my foundation with a sponge. Usually, I'ld use my finger tips cos some people with better expertise than I do, said that cos of the warmth at your tips, the foundation melts and blends better. But I needed change. A benchmark or something. I haven't worked for 11 days for goodness sake! I just needed something to psyche myself up. Anything! I even had made a point at scooping my concealer with a decent cotton tip and had carefully done up my eyebrow the way Emelda had told me to. U see, Emelda is a friend, who had had used my less than perfect features for a make-up demo she held recently. If she had put her reputation on the line by using this face, I could not do any better by returning the favour of listening to her, at least. Ok ok..so this was what she said about the eyebrow. Listen up. It shouldn't be drawn but instead shade into, then brush against so it won't create a harsh effect. And the arch, should be where the outer corner of your eyeball while you're looking straight. And where it ends , is if you take a pencil and lay it against your nose, adjoining the outer of your eyes, right up to the brow, diagonally. Not any longer or shorter than that (...or you'll end up looking like a character from Sesame Streets). Oh yes since I'm at it, I might as well share this tiny bit info about caring for your mascara. Well she said, never push in and out the brush into the bottle like you would an ink brush, rather screw it back inside, even if it means that you would want to dip for more mascara or even if you're done with it. Case in point, screw it in and screw it out. This way, mascara will last longer cos you'll not be thrusting air into it. If you need to curl your lash, ofcos curl first before applying mascara or you'll end up damaging your lash. Oh yes, yes...apply mascara in a zig zag manner and reapply only when it is still wet to prevent clumping. But even if it does clump, comb through it with an eye-lash brush. Slowly, so u don't lose them. Oklah enough info sharing on makeup. Im no expert, just a makeup ardent like most girls... So I digress and got carried away....anyhow, what's a tad info sharing? Plus, it's make-up. We could do with a tip or two. Girlfriends, dunchatink?

P/s: Salam Lebaran. Maaf Zahir dan Batin ye?
Pp/s: Laptop Kaput on urs truly, not once, but twice during leave. Long story. But it really did.

2006-10-30T20:02:00.000+08:00

Nad in Moscow.

2006-10-13T11:07:00.000+08:00

Uh huh. So I haven't been updating. Perhaps I should hang a tag that says, "OUT...and not returning till much later." But I haven't exactly been on hibernative or idling, infact, I've been working. And I mean real hard. Or rather, I've been away mostly. In plain non-flight dialectology, I've done 3 long flights in August, 2 ultra-long hauls in Sept and have just gotten back from a 9-day stint just yesterday. And no prizes for guessing my roster for November. A London and New York! Now now, that's an average of 2 long flights in a month, for 4 months running. And what have I got to say about the sudden influx of Longs,(reads: I'm tired mostly, can't help putting on hold most stuffs I deem, they can wait, for instance car servicing and duh, updating my blog. Falling sick and losing my voice completely. And looking like a wreck. If you could imagine oversized baggage for undereyes, that'll be it.) But all that and the Raya jingles that I have yet to hear for my lack of being around, it makes me look forward to my Raya leave that awaits me in less than just a week! Anyhow, don't get me wrong please. I'm really not complaining about my roster. It's been a blessing, and I could never be more grateful. Ofcos it does come with a price, and from the looks of it, I'm managing pretty okay, plus, what better background music could I hum my Raya lyrics to than... "...selamat hari raya <$kaching*kaching$> ...kepada saudara serta saudari <$kaching*kaching$> ..."
Khekhekhe!
Anyway, to those who are still visiting my blog despite the non-updates, here's to you......
A new update!!! Was rostered to an entirely new station, I've only visited for the first time in my entire life.

Day 1 - The Red Square, Moscow.

Day 2 - Flea Market at Izmaylovsky Park.

Day 3 - Kremlin.

One for the road, before Homebound.

Some scanty Fun Facts.

Russian Currency : Roubles ( A hundred Roubles to an estimate US$4.)
Russians : They aren't the rudest people on the planet. Infact, even with the language barrier, some were really helpful at answering queries.
Russian word for Thank You : Sounded something like "Spicy Ball", and till the last day, I still haven't quite figured what exactly. Spicy Ball it is!
Russian Train system : Operates punctually at 1min intervals and 2mins, at off-peak. And for a mere 15 Roubles, it'll get you to any single trip destination.
Russian Weather : If it hadn't rained on our second and third day, it would have been perfect weather, with temperature ranging from 15 to 18 deg. celcius. Though in March it could still be as bitter as -40!
Russian traditional hot chocolate is literally melted chocolate.
Russian traditional drink is a beer-like cider without alcohol.
Fish is expensive in Moscow.
The largest canon in the world which is found in Kremlin, Moscow has never ever been utilised.

Till I come across more, go visual feasting go!

2006-09-23T22:24:00.000+08:00

Ramadhan Mubarak

Selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa.

Bersama kita leburkan kekhilafan.

Agar dimakbulkan doa-doa.

Dan diampunkan segala dosa.

Amin.

I Wish upon....

2006-09-14T01:34:00.000+08:00

This year, just like the last, and for the umpteenth time, I'll be away on my Birthday. It's never really been such a biggie for me cos in all honesty, I'm never one who likes to be celebrated. Or rather, I'ld prefer to spare my loved ones the hassle of having to prepare or plan a celebration, no matter how tiny or no matter how they would always insist, "no trouble at all lah". Not like they would care that I wasn't going to be around on the actual day or not cos 1 Birthday celebration with the Team girls and 2 mini Birthday surprises later, (One with a Home-made chocolate cake baked by my super-dooper lovely Bibik, and the other, yet another Home-made, cupcake, adorned with sugar icing and a tiny, candy coated gummy jelly, with sparklers for a celebrative finish, courtesy of Sista dearest. And it's still not my birthday yet! My point is, these people are a SWELL lot. I could have never been any luckier or more blessed with such lovely people existing in my life. Though sometimes I can't help my unworthiness and feeling like an undeserving crap, they have always shown me otherwise. So this year on my Birthday, I'll make a wish for all things good for My beloved and Yours. And may Allah bless them with good health, and bountiful, everlasting happiness and bliss, considerable wealth, and love that flourishes amongst them and fellow Mankind. Amin!

P/s: If you have so much love in you, this wish is for you too.
P p/s: And fellow Virgos, to a wonderous year with wishes and dreams coming true. Amin.

Virgoans.

2006-09-06T14:02:00.000+08:00

My team gals, the Virgoans,

that we are!

(August 23 to September 23)

Traditional Virgo Traits

Modest and shy

Meticulous and reliable

Practical and diligent

Intelligent and analytical

On the dark side....

Fussy and a worrier

Overcritical and harsh

Perfectionist and conservative

Mind the Gap.

2006-09-02T00:38:00.000+08:00

I've had this drafted out while I made my own way back from Jam's hotel room in Gloucester. Had silently, full of zip, in my hyperactive mind, planned to blog about my day-out in London with beloved team Girl Jam, who came in on the same day I did, but on a different flight. That, before it got interrupted by an announcement made over the PA that all Westbound trains on the District line were to be severely delayed. Timecheck, 10pm! On a normal day, or night like this, that is if I'm at home, back in Singapore, it's a sure no Biggie. But I was away. In a foreign land. Not knowing exactly what the underground system is like there. 'Cept that in a recent poll that was held, it overtook Paris and New York as having the world's most busiest public transport system. (Yet not the most reliable...) So, accompanied by my one dimensional know-wheres of London and the scanty information given by one kind samaritan, I decided to take the bus. Bus no. 49 that was to take me just a few stops away, God knows where exactly, to High Street Kensington where once there, I'ld be able to make my way back to my hotel. Anyhow, while I was on the bus, I made a friend, Rahoul, a Kashmiran, who has been living there for the past 5 years. A student by day and a waiter at a betting cafe by night. Had told me to look him up the next time I'm in London so he could buy me dinner. I was grateful somehow that he had told me where to alight, though dinner and the I-will-look-him-up promise, was a total fib. As I gathered my steps, I can't help a tad reminiscent of that holiday I took with Sis last year to London. Where we had taken a picture outside a little cafeteria called the Muffin Man. Just this little joke we shared about this place. While I absorb the little emo moment to displace the chill that was hastening my pace already, I was back in my room. Never felt safer.
Anyhow, if u think this is the end already, no u're especially wrong cos haven't I said I had wanted to blog about what happened in the day? Okies, this was what, Me and Jam met up at the tube station so we could have breakfast and to cut a long story short, we weren't in the mood to shop. By then it was mid-day. So we headed towards Mawar, a halal, Malaysian Food restaurant off Edgeware, the equivalent of Arab Street in Singapore. Jam thought a play should keep us occupied for the rest of the day. We looked up the play show-list and decided on one. One with dancing in it. Something disco,dancing,jiving anything lively. And thought that if we could just head to Embankment to get out tickets there instead of Leicester, we could just while away and watch it by evening since the theatre is located at Embankment itself. So we walked, looked, and asked and still couldn't find the theater and by some force of wrong directions fortified by undeniably unsubtle toutisty cluelessness, we landed ourselves at Trafalgar Square. It was here where we saw a public performance by a dazzling array of dancers cladded in colourful costumes screaming for attention. We got closer and guess who we saw. Happy squinting! ok..ok.. how about this one... BETTER?!
....alrite alrite.... I'l tell ya....
yes its him! Salman Khan! Somekinda Bollywood filming going on. Ok Ok so I'm not a huge fan. But it got me excited nonetheless. And now that we know how it feels to be behind a real Bollywood scene, we made them feel how it's like to be behind OUR scene.

Just us, with Bollywood behind our scene!
Haha!

Just another travel update. Truly,

Me-oW!

2006-08-27T15:51:00.000+08:00

*Me-oW* spoken here...

(This one's for u Lin. Enjoy!)

Seoul

2006-08-20T15:35:00.000+08:00

That little time I had in Seoul brought me no further than just a downhill, hair's breadth away from the hotel. An imperious Korean Gatehouse greeted both me and Chung Hock, an Fo friend of mine who I haven't met in a coon's age. We were fortunate indeed cos we were in time for the change of gaurds ceremony. Not as grandiose an affair as the ones you'ld see at Buckingham Palace, but it was civil and starchy just the same. It was good time for us to catch up while we did the less than necessary shopping at the supermarket and rekindling with our shutter bugger nature, or his rather. If you can think of the male version of a camera whore, well he's every bit it! Hands down! Haha!

Liquids of sorts...

2006-08-14T22:22:00.000+08:00

So....u must have heard by now.
Consequential to the foiled(Alhamdulillah!) attempt, at detonating some kind of active liquid reactants, at London Heathrow International Airport, the aviation authorities have made sudden, real stringent regulations about the carrying of liquids of all sorts on flights into and out of the UK and US. And this had to happen while I was convalescensing from a stuffed nose, throbbing temple, gasping air from mouth for dear life, like a dysfunctional goldfish (reads: nasty flu), in a hotel room, somewhere, in downtown New York. (...excessive mucus doesn't count, Thank God, or I would have been off-loaded, myself...I believe...) So while memos were being circulated amongst us crew for immediate compliance, I was silently hoping that it would be lifted soon enough before our flight is due homebound. Unfortunately, it wasn't and wouldn't till I-hope-they-come-up-with-something-standardised-quick! Like a true-bloo law abider who still cringes everytime I go through the scanning gantry, I unpacked my carry-on luggage, emptying it off all of my liquid essentials. Compressed, scented, emulsified or jellied. I didn't realise just how much my life evolves around liquids and its deriviants. And I've never felt quite as vulnerable, ever, on a flight. I was, literally, stripped off my very necessities. 18hrs of flight time and feeling naked without even having to undress! Imagine that. (I don't mean the naked or undressing part OK!)

In order of VERY IMPORTANCE!!!
1) Hair spray that is to last me 6hrs of crew rest in 2 shifts!
2) EDP, inexplicable as it may seem, I carry 3 bottles of EDP, all of different scents, and a body mist for every flight...and if u have to ask me why... (Shrugs! It's hard being me, isn't it?)
3) My trusty body powder spray, for a refreshing dry-clean effect, aka macam mandi koboi w/out the water for those ultra-long hauls!
4) Lip gloss! ( never leave home without it!)
5) Hand cream to prevent premature aging of the hands. If you do what I do at work, you'll understand exactly.
6) Lotions, potions and the works. To prevent premature aging of epidermal layers of other parts of anatomy.

7) Nail polish for touch-ups.

It did send us into a tailspin, trust you me.

Grueling.

And turned us into concious, self-sniffs.

(Never had to smell myself so much before...just to be sure that I didn't start to stink!

However, Thanks to trusty talcum powder...my contingency, and last line of defence! I survived!

Don't we all deserve somekinda martyrdom?

And above all,

water is precious.

Love water and your toiletries.

( U know that cliche that goes, "...you dunno what you've got, till u lose em."

Urrgh!

It's so true, I hate it! )

Do not detonate liquid reactants.

Water-bombs are not funny either.

New neighbour...

2006-08-04T15:06:00.000+08:00

I just got home from sending Mama for her weekly recital classes. And while I was contemplating if Musangz should deserve a good scrub at the carwash on my drive back, I found myself thinking out loud, bursting with ideas and thoughts to blog about. Accrue that to this book I'm currently so into that I just had to have it for company everywhere I go. I thought I could read it in between red lights and zebra crossings. Anyhow, I managed a couple of pages at the carwash cos I was second in line. Just when I wished there be queue, the ironies of life can't help it manifesting just exactly the opposite way (...than it should have been perfect otherwise...). LIFE. And cos I was cladded in my most worn and real see-thru t-shirt, fit for bad hair, specky, and oh-so-not-bothered to fill-in eyebrow days, I had decided against the interior of Musangz to be vacuumed cos otherwise I would have to step out of my car. And stepping out simply means putting my very reputation on the line. (Don't pity me please. It's sad I know that I have had to salvage a reputation from a neighbourhood carwash...but darn is one of them carwash fella cutelah!) A particularly longer than usual foaming and scrubbing session, notwithstanding, I'll vacuum another day. I looked bad. And there's no two way about that. I think I'll do without the extra attention that alongside my relationship limbos, mostly screw-ups has co-existed with some other unhappening not-worth-mentions. Though Sumeetha, an LSS I flew with just recently, insisted that I have a double number to my birthdate, and that in numerology terms, spells good luck. Though I would love to bellieve her and not alter the primordial impulses (don't we all love to believe good things?!) that drive all of human nature, I haven't always been lucky, so I don't trust. Period.
Okay okay, anyhow, I headed home after carwash and while I scale the stairs to my floor landing, something kinda got me by my "nose" sense. A new neighbour has indeed shifted on our floor. The nose, knows. The undisputed smell of "Resam" enveloping the air displacing the smoggy trail of burnt hell notes. So to new neighbour, "Velcome!"
I got back from Perth yesterday morning. Let's just say that I spent just an eeny bit of my allowance on a pair of real "blinging", faux-diamonte'd, Cleopatra-inspired, thong-like, turquoised-coloured flats.
Ok Ok...Mama called already. Her ngaji ended early today. So I gotta fetch her now. Will continue when I get back okay?....Till later..Ta!

~~T.B.C.......~~ ......THE END.......

lalalalala

2006-07-28T23:44:00.000+08:00

Laa

Laa

Laa

Laa

Laa...

- Fergie, BEP.

Orange flavoured jelly...

2006-07-26T10:12:00.000+08:00

.....While I'm tapping entries on my laptop, and guiltlessly indulging on a good cup of orange jelly..yummmmm..(I'll save the last orange segment for the last mouthful). I haven't exactly much thoughts for an update. But I woke up this morning feeling so recharged! I could have sworn that I haven't had such a good one in many moons. What with SEP, reads, mandatory renewal of safety license bogging me down the past 2 days! And had survived on just 4 hours of sleep on both nights that I had to attend classes at Training Center. Sitting in a class was such a chore. Not that I have had a different sentiment previously, but it's been awhile since I last had to sit in a classroom environment. Anyhow, SEP's over and done with. And it'll last a darn good year before I'll start to worry again. Ooh yes, usually I get the jitters when it's my turn to get my bracing commands evaluated. But yesterday, I find it..... liberating..... Phewww!.... A whole load off my chest and a metal tube of passengers to Chennai to appease tonight...now, now, it won't take long before chest gets congested yet again.....

Sweet dreams my LAX2

2006-07-19T11:17:00.000+08:00

Goooood morning Sunshine!!!
Tho there isn't much to begin with today, it sure seemed like good time to recuperate and lay sprawled in bed!
Oh yes...I got home yesterday from LAX with beloved team mates. and like every other time we hung out together. For makan, shopping, sight-seeing, gossip mongering and plain inane bantering.
This time round we had the honour of having Jerome's Sis, Serena who lives there to bring us around. Are we lucky or what? On the first day, she drove us to Ontario Mall which is about 45minutes away from the hotel. A great change from the usual Malls the hotel shuttle brings us to. Frivolity manifested and don't blame me please cos Abercrombie had a sale going on, so did Hollister and did I mention we paid a visit to a Nike factory outlet too. Ok, ok I won't rub on it already. In a nutshell, tho the trip, had the four of us cramping in the back seat, it wasn't so bad really. It wasn't even anywhere near bad.
The next day we visited her home. A typical American housing area with a common pool. Nice!Very simple but homey. Really liked it there, where she lives with a shy, paunchy American guy, Billy and Arthur a fellow Singaporean, whose wife and children live in New Jersey. He also doubled as our personal photographer. Then we visited a yardsale. The kind u usually see on tv. The kind I never thought I'ld be able to visit someday. But I didn't find anything that I would want to buy so we headed to a place where Serena had so wanted us to visit. She drove us to Pasedona where Huntington Gardens is. Home for numerous species of cactii. After which we had lunch at an Islamic, Chinese Restaurant. Didn't know they have that in LAX! But it was great to finally get to eat meat outstation! We headed back to our hotel and gave up one room for Serena to stay at the hotel for the night. Them girls had a girly good time at the hotel jacuzzi while I hogged the phone for an overseas call session. Topic was " Hate that cockroach!" Okay okay, enough divulging, u go click on my Fotopages for some pictorial therapy. Cactii, I heard, has a therapeutic remedial effect on people alongside animated girls who are camera whores, like that! U bet, we'll take away ur sorrows and heartaches...so feast on!

Sweet dreams my LAX.

2006-07-19T01:39:00.000+08:00

Dear Diary,

Today, Tuesday, 18th July '06.

TOUCH BASE!

In some place called Euphoria...

Home at last....

Nothing beats that feeling really. Of having had survived those long dready hours.

Those claustrophobic-stricken passengers and their demands that escalate as the plane takes altitude. I think I've made a discovery. Not that I haven't been suspicious the whole other times that I've been flying. But after today, I think, I'm more certain. I'm almost sure. Or rather, I shouldn't be more sure than that not only does bad blood circulation induces deep vein thrombosis.

Recycled air, damages the brain cells.

Reactions vary from individuals, ofcos.

And today, I saw my brain membrane just thinning and it made just another attempt at trigerring the most anti-climax reactions to end the day just so badly.

Allow me to imagine that I'm a slug and let me just curl up into my shell for abit. Tomorrow, when it's bright and sunny, I'll go say hi to sunbeams. Promise. Pinky promise.

Away!

2006-07-13T02:49:00.000+08:00

AWAY...

for a tad.

Till later ?

Take care & miss me not!

Beautiful Disaster.

2006-07-06T15:34:00.000+08:00

He drowns in his dreams

An exquisite extreme I know

He's as dumb as he seems

And more heaven than a heart could hold

And if I try to save him

My whole world could cave in

It just ain't right It just ain't right

Oh when I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful

Such a beautiful disaster

And if I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Would it be beautiful?

Or just a beautiful disaster

His magical myth

As strong as with I believe

A tragedy with

More damage than a soul should see

And do I try to change him

So hard not to blame him

Hold on tight

Oh cuz I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster

And if I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Would it be beautiful?

Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical

But he's only happy hysterical

I'm waiting for some kind of miracle

Waited so long

So long

He's soft to the touch

But afraid at the end he breaks

He's never enough

And still leaves more than I can take

Oh cuz I don't know

I don't know what he's after

But he's so beautiful

Such a beautiful disaster

And if I could hold on

Through the tears and the laughter

Would it be beautiful?

Or just a beautiful disaster

He's beautiful

Such a beautiful disaster

Beautiful Disaster

- Kelly Clarkson.

The fashionista that I'm not.

2006-06-26T18:30:00.000+08:00

GSS

"I think I have a serious problem. A problem far too critical. A problem I have yet to look into.

I think I'm stucked!

I'm Stucked in a fashion rut!"

- A tribute.

Have you ever at any point of your life, especially at the gravest moments, when an occassion calls for you to dress a lil different from usual. A wedding. A high tea session with girlfriends. A date. And what have yous. And then you realised that you have practically nothing to wear?!

Well, if you think that that is bad enough. Try asking me, what could be worse.

What could be worse is that, it's not like you haven't been shopping, the whole time. Okay maybe the whole time is kinda inflated, to begin with, you won't even have the whole time of Money's worth to spend, unless you're Paris Hilton.

Okay maybe you haven't quit shopping since day one that you could do simple Mathematics, that should buckaroo does not reduce to small denominations, or smaller or errmmmm.... zilch, it is still alright to spend.

And yet you still have nothing to wear!

Now, now, don't fret. Read on. Be rest assured that you are NOT alone.

So I have a wardrobe of nothing-to-wear too.

Some with price tags on them. And some have yet to see daylight.

Some I've only seen them once. Some, I don't even see anymore!

And the problem is yet still, I have nothing to wear!

So what are those stacks of garment at one time I thought would be cool for a good morning stroll at the beach (which have yet to make an appearance..), a good party outfit (which I can't bring myself to wear, and what party am I talking about?! Sheepish smile while I imagine Han, Jamz and Audrey...and at this point I could almost hear Han and Jamz going,

"TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!")

Hahah!

(...gimme me a moment please...I so need to laugh and roll on the floor!)

Ok composure gained, now let me continue...

Okay maybe U're just saving yourself from the rummaging and raiding your wardrobe. Just in case you wonder if the GSS has got anything to do with my sudden surge of inanity that will conclude to more shopping ultimately, in order to bring an end to future bad shopping habits and till I get there, continue reading please.

This could help you too if you just do.

I think the problem is with our unwillingness to think-dress. U see, if you have yet to see my point, allow me to convince you please. Many people and myself included, have this tendency of dressing just comfortably. And by comfortably I mean it's just what you'ld wear almost all the time. Which is synonymous to, ermmm...BORING?! And that is why I suddenly realised that I've been such a boring dresser and that I no longer think of what I'ld wear cos there isn't a need to do so. And I'ld be looking just like everyday for every other occassion!

Most of the time when I choose not to think, I'ld end up just picking up from the top of the pile of freshly laundried clothes, which are the most recently worn and hence just wearing the same kind of clothes, everytime.

What I would suggest you and me do is to make a complete run through of what we own exactly. What that should be the next heading-to-town outfit and what that should deserve to be auctioned off Ebay. After having had that list, the next time u go shopping, try to make a conscious effort at remembering what that you have already owned so you don't end up buying the same kind of clothes. And the trick of all trades, is to do up your dressing with accessories. Say, a top with a frilly bohemian skirt that comes lowly belted with a pair of flip flops. And a lightweight jacket thrown over the exact same top, trusty jeans and a sassy pair of fug-me shoes, which brings you out from the movie theatre and into a glitzy club for a nite-out with the girls. The same top, layered with complementing coloured tanks worn with capris and sneakers that should suffice for a BBQ session with ex-schoolmates!

So the GSS wasn't exactly an excuse for more incessant and frivolous retail therapy which spells, buying,buyin,buying reflexes. Perhaps, "wasn't exactly", is an understatement altogether! Of cos the GSS is not an excuse...It is The Reason. And the beginning of wiser, shopping habits. So guys, if ur other halves are raring it up now that they've read this. U should give them all the support they'ld probably need. A lift, your company, the shoving, the pushing away of some other mad shoppers who have yet to see the point, or seen the light to savvy shopping. Be a sweetheart with the shopping bags, moral, physical support, and if you'ld like to earn extra Brownie points, you can hand over the ATM cards too!

- Just random thoughts. From the fashionista that I'm not!

So read and heed at ur own risk.

Kepish?

Princess Island.Istanbul.

2006-06-20T22:44:00.000+08:00

Princess Island, Istanbul.

Starring...

where the Princesses reign,

and all the King's horses,

and all the King's men.....

live happily ever after.

THE END!

Haha! Never had a fairytale that short huh?

Anyhow, that was no fairytale. Courtesy of my kind IFS, whom we had called "Daddy", throughout our journey, he had offered to bring us out in Istanbul albeit our short stay.

Destination, Princess Island.

Journey, 1hr45mins ferry ride along the Bosphorous, from the terminal near Spice Bazaar.

And the crowd was maddening!

Didn't help that it was a weekend.

We couldn't beat the pushing and shoving, so we joined them!

But for a meagre, 2 Turkish Lira per way, we shouldn't be complaining, really.

Anyhow, we took on Princess Island by wheels. And I mean bicycles!

And had our heavy "ass"ets but Han's, going upslope and down, till we ached and burnt like we could nomore!

Anyhow, I'm pretty drained already...nuff said.

I've updated my Fotopages.

Feast on!

...heads or tails...

2006-06-14T14:48:00.000+08:00

Just one of those comfort foods...
I was walking along the underpass that links up Shaw to Wisma. And everytime that I had to pass by there at Tangs, I usually dread it. It is the enclosed area that circulates stale-oil air, heavily inflicting whiff of fritters, fried nibbles and other munchies on my hair and clothes, making me reek like a kedai kopi. I braved that all, I tell ya, just so I could have these...

..talk to the hands...

2006-06-12T21:14:00.000+08:00

.....had there been a better way to explain my previous entry, I'ld say I've by far had wanted to bury the hatchet and not give it a damn hoot or two. If I could have it my way, I wouldn't want to have to do this either. My modus operandi would have been to imagine (talk to the hands cos the face ain't listenin') gesture, given my very non-confrontational self and swearing by, "If you don't matter to me, it doesn't matter what u think of me." mantra. Like the ruins of Pompeii I'ld choose rather to let the burials of the many-splendoured things, and others sneaky, sticky issues be kept under the ashes. It is enough convincing that I've had the word "dumpee" spelt across my forehead in neon, glow-in-the-dark fonts. And that ure a ....*nevermind*.
Some people occur in my life, leave their footprints behind and are worth the memories. Some linger for awhile and others stay for as long as I would want to imagine and would have missed them if they hadn't existed. There may be a couple or two I'ld bid good riddance to and wished they had never been there. But thank God nonetheless for the experience and for the lessons gathered. There is however, one in my life whose sudden disappearence I never questioned. And it seemed, his antics at disappearing and Reappearing are very much likened to the biscuit commercials u see on tv. I've let my better senses take over. Im no dopamine ridden adolescent and I had better known than to let my weaker emotions get the better of me. I am a self-proclamied hopeless romantic, or rather, a romantic hopeless. I've thought on many occassions with my heart and have had it taint my life, I know. But it's my life and it's not yours.
I am not wishing for further discovery of the fossilized remains. And I've let bygones be it. And I hope you could move on from where you've left off.

one...

2006-06-05T11:41:00.000+08:00

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well it's too late, tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We're one, but we're not the same.....

Perhaps...

2006-06-01T19:35:00.000+08:00

...Perhaps God would want you to

become acquainted with many different

people in the course of your life so that

when you meet the right ones, you can

appreciate and be grateful for them...

Minang Cove, Tioman.

2006-05-24T11:09:00.000+08:00

So I haven't been updating. Cos I have been away. Not for work this time. I've been on leave since I got back from New York. And following a series of some really happy thought hormone-inducing happenings, I was on a get-away-from-all-things-else holiday. Not exactly what I had planned up a year ago with beloved team girl, Jamz, well it wasn't even what I had planned up just a week before we leave for our holiday. But a get-away it was...now trudge along...

Flight finally took off after a slight delay. Based on the Commander's announcement, it was merely ATC. That wasn't exactly my first time on a different liner besides SQ, but if I have to be totally honest, I was having a tiny ,tad reservation about the condition of the plane, a 48-seater, that bears proud the Malaysian flag, somewhere near the cockpit window. I saw, with my own eyes, and Jamz's, that they had manually turned the propeller. Having had a full-load, and the unusually loud whirring of the engine/s, it didn't help ease that throbbing discomfort I had in my guts. I said a silent prayer. And for the rest of the 40mins, I kept my hands, to myself. But my head keeps falling off balance. And my heart, did I mention, skipped a beat, too many times!
Don't mind the hair, I'm just glad we made it to the ground, safely. Alhamdulillah!
At the airport, we were greeted by Shawn, a blonde, white South-African who had seeked refuge from the rural, Kampung-Laut life, after since 9 months ago. He had came, seen, and decided to stay for good. He took us on a 20 minutes speed-boat ride, without the engine stalling.

So....the place is darn Gorgeous, No? Ok perhaps...picturesque...and DELIRIOUSLY tranquil...why, I'll tell ya...

I wasn't going frantic yet... but this retreat to nothingness and losing Allll contact with everyone and anyone else back home...is shifting my equilibrium, slowly but surely, I was turning high by the minute. Likened to the effects of laughing gas...and epidural.
Anyhow, Thank God for post-its. I had scribbled on post-its what that could have been text messages to a Someone had there been some kind of a phone network.

Dear U,

It's well, I do not know what time cos it doesn't matter. Not here, not on this Island. It's a ruleless Island according to Alex, one of the facilitators. With practically nothing to do. We think he's gay, tall, scrawny and not too friendly. I am still coming to terms with the fact that there is no phone reception on this resort. So there is no way I could sms you. Literally, laterally, or in no other positions, NO. Thank God for post-its! If I could sms you, I'ld say, I'm high( and getting higher) and dry.

P/s: Me and Jamz, we r playing Hang-Man.
Luv,
Nad.

Dear U,

Timecheck, 05:05 pm.
Weather, It's pouring, cats, dogs, racoons, and other jungle creatures! In the name of all weather types...this is really rain I'm talking about. Me and Jamz, we headed for the cafeteria for tea and banana cake slices. I felt comforted already. Better than if I had to stay in room, overlooking the chaotic sea. Besides the madness, there's a freaking fly, which needs to be eaten. Shooflyshoo! Oh yes...Jamz, she'll have to get down to some serious business, look Dear look, .

Luv,
Nad.

Dear U,

Me and Jamz, we had gone down to the beach. Shall not tell you what we did there. We chose the most remote spot. And I had had the sun resistant emulsion smeared all over...and for double protection, I tented underneath a stripey beach towel. Haha!

P/s: It's not easy being a mermaid u noe! Try walking with flippers on! But Mermaids, they dun even walk, do they? Hmmph!
Pp/s: The power supply, it's not back yet.
Ppp/s: Where have all the Mats gone?
Pppp/s: I'll see u tmr! ;).
Luv,
Nad.

HomeBound...
For more visual feastin' click on my fotopage.

Northpole.

2006-05-17T01:46:00.000+08:00

*HOME SWEET HOME*

6 days has passed so darn quickly.

One more, happily married couple.

Another Mother's Day.

And I'm back yet again from another ultra, long-haul.

How long exactly? Well, it's this long exactly.

If I could just explain it to you dearies, in terms, more layman.

Less, just plain hourly.

This is how I had thought it up.

After a 4-course, supper service in business class, and the 2 sessions of crew rest is up, there's still 12 hours of flight time on the home-stretch. (Or another London to fly through.)

More mad-running about ad-hoc meal service, while flying over the Northpole at what seemed like daytime, before it became dark again, a couple more crew rest sessions, and breakfast commenced.

A 3-course service, before the Commander made an arrival announcement, 1/2 hour before flight descent.

In simple, plain, flight time dialectology,

it was nothing more than 18, 10 of metal tubing hours.

Anyhow,

need I mention just how blissful it is to be back?

U probably had that figured out.

SWEET is IT!

P/S: Here's Northpole from the inside of a tiny lavatory window.

My lil kuzzen brother...

2006-05-09T21:09:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time...

...I made him cry over a peanut candy. And now I'm missing him already.
My lil Kuzzen Brother, An. If you get around to reading this. I didn't give it to ya cos that was the last candy I had...all these while, u thought I hated you. That is so NOT true, OK! Take care Bro! Please come back soon. I promise to miss you.

i love u, i love u not...

2006-05-06T02:54:00.000+08:00

When love and hate collides...
" -I love you, I love you not..."
Tell ya, this love-hate relationship I've been sustaining for the simple fact that my life and every needs and wants depend on it.
Sometimes, I find myself totally, madly, deeply in love that I can't quite imagine life without it.
But sometimes, it just hit me, where I can't quite withold any longer. Pushing my button exactly where it torments, trials and tribulates.
That sanction, that binds us together, by a simple term called commitment.
Or by terms less generic, more elaborate, I'ld say,
bills to pay, mouths to feed, car instalments, insurance, shopping for essentials, shopping for pleasure, shopping for other reasons, shopping for no reason. Myretail bliss. I mean c'mon, what would I do without my JOB?
Ofcos I love it!I Love it! I LOVE IT! Lurvvvve it!
But sometimes,
sometimes.....
Shit happens....
Just yesterday for instance, while I was in a state of unconked, too unglamarous for imagination. The phone rang and a voice that sent shivers down my misaligned spinal discs went,
"Flight Stewardess Nadia, U have been activated for flight duties. Please press 1 to acknowledge and receive this information."
I jumped! Literally! I dialled 1 in the hope that I could have been activated for some turnarounds, that'll allow me to hit the sac once again. For a couple of hours, at least considering that I have had a late night. A later flight I had hoped for.
Hell nO!
I had to report for briefing at exactly 0730HRS, nightstopping in Sydney, and it was already 0545am!
I live in the west, I haven't had my nails painted, my bag is unpacked...and...did I mention how rude-shocking an automated voice message could sound, that time of the morning! Waking me up from a deep slumber.
I called Control just so they know that I dun live at Terminal 1.
And they had allowed me to skip briefing and report straight to the aircraft. A certain Lee Luyi had called in sick, at the very last minute.
A series of reflexes took over which includes throwing clothes for outstation use, out of my bag for I had foreseen full-on hibernative, isolating myself from the rest of the crew mode, after touch down so I could continue to sleep, flailing and replacing them with toiletries, yelping, mandi koboi, cursing "darn it!" like a thousand million times, plastering make up over face, a few hand gestures in the air, toiling and piling hair up into a bun, and spraying it, making it reALLY highly flammable, imagining what I could have done instead, if I hadn't so wanted to SEE THE WORLD! Imagining sleep! IMAGining Lee Luyi and what the heck she was thinking reporting sick so close to reporting time! How considerate! WhY had I wanted to be an air stewardess? Just medicine for wanting to see the world huh...?
Someone passed a mantra, "NAH AMIK KAU OBAT!!!"
It's not all glitzy you know, sometimes, it's MADDENING like that!!!

Do u see my S, Aunty Yaya?

2006-05-01T00:37:00.000+08:00

Iman(to urs truly): Do u see my S Aunty Yaya?

Iman(to her mama): Mama, do u have an S?

Was having supper at Simpang with Family and beloved Iman.

Sitting just opposite us was a family of four with a lil bubba,

no older than 4,

cladded in a Superman's outfit.

The rest of the night, Iman was busily convincing us that she has a "pretend" S on her too.

It won't be long before she finds out that she does have a real S herself. Woopsie!

Buttocks I mean.

Iman, Iman.

Sure did crack us up with that one!

he called me "panadol".

2006-04-25T01:35:00.000+08:00

Panadol, valium, sedatives...
The reason why I'm updating this time is cos I'm feeling utterly lousy. Well, this was fundamentally the reason why I had started to blog in the first place, about a couple of years ago. As much as placebos are suppositories for depression, I took to writing as others would to valium. Ironically, I don't usually speak my mind, not here in my blog, cos it makes me feel vulnerable. I'ld speak instead of what I'ld choose to say if I wasn't feeling so. Let's just say that literal drainage, is purely cathartic, and it doesn't matter the content. And I had known better the fatality of mere words that cut sharper than a carving knife and sting like a paper cut. So I write, what I don't feel exactly, cos if I do, I might hurt, not just myself, but some others too. So if you think that you know me just by reading my blog, well, you don't, not totally, not completely, that is.
However, I'm gonna try to be as honest as I can here, for now, the least, for this update.
The honest truth is that I'm very much mildly happy in my new found state of moderate bliss and contentment. I mean, how much longer can I stay depressed? Not that I have been for the longest times, but life has pretty much been a ride, far thrilling than a roller coaster. And cos it can't just stay in the dumps forever, cos Allah is great, and fair and almighty, it's taking on a slow, and good upturn curve. Alhamdulillah! However, it began to take its toll on me when somethings are not turning fine for some others who are friends of mine, and who I care about. I can't help that gnawing at my guts that I'm not feeling equally down. Urgh! I'm a true bloo worrywart, and I have a low or no resistant towards depression, even if I'm far from the picture. I can't help but feel totally affected after reading a friend's blog which I have neglected for abit. And that his call for purgation, I had neglected, for I was too caught up with work, stuffs, wordliness activities. After receiving news about his mum and losing his job is enough to substantiate his double whammy. And that I wasn't around last Friday to be with someone I care about cos she called for a meet up that I had to turn down, for I had to work. Why am I celebrating when friends and loved ones are at the nadirs of despair? Maybe I'm not excactly celebrating but there is nothing far more anguishing than the helplessness that I'm feeling for my lack of ability to help alleviate their situation. I have, but only my doas, that soon, they'll have a reason to smile again. May Allah grant your every prayers, Amin! I hope and I hope and I hope!

2006-04-19T03:55:00.000+08:00

When nights become sleepless, fluff factor raged, and inanity triumph over…
I got back this morning from LAX. Blameworthy of my waking, but stark dysfunctional state is my biological clock that is still ticking at GMT, -7. No reason for immoderate blether, u think? Think again! I mean, how else am I to debilitate my tongue in thoughts, should it not be by finding solace from updating my own blog, and natter, manic, inanity? I tried reading, but couldn’t get pass page 59, where I had left off at page 59, since the last time. And only 2 people in the world, would have known, why. One being the owner of the book herself. Jamz, it got me imagining, really! I can’t be reading aloud in that accent, can I? And when I thought I have it all under tabs and was repressing it all well, my head started to shake! There is something about that book Jamz! It’s like a Jumanji of a novel, if u know what I mean. So in my futile attempt at controlling my reflexes, I took to my laptop. And punching updates, was almost momentous.
It was all good that time. Have had maximum rest during my layover. Endeavored on the treadmill for a good hour. Maintaining balanced “uploading” and, “unloading” ratio. Restrained plastic swiping reflexes and keeping overseas-local sms banter to a minimal. The only cause for remorse was when Jamz lost her hand phone case. And yes, when our sink got choked, and if brimming water, close to spilling over, wasn’t bad enough, the hot water handle just had to come off and find its way right to the bottom of sink! Then something began to smell funky in our room even after housekeeping had supposedly done a miracle. It was some food remnants that they had chosen to leave to rot in our room that Jamz had to sneak into the janitor’s, just so she could “borrow” a disinfectant! And did I mention we had to “steal” some towels and a tissue box from their push-trolley too! …
It was after all, good experience! Nothing quite as comparable as being in the company of beloved team girl, Jamz. Urgh! I’m so dreading EWR already!
Big Yawwwwwwn!
YAY!

Nightie Nite, finally!

Ma's Birthday.

2006-04-13T00:57:00.000+08:00

MaMa Precious's Birthday picnic...

...cos She is just so precious...

Ta now peeps! Be bac in week's!

Breakwater...Momok...

2006-04-10T11:14:00.000+08:00

I had just sent a text to Jamz and have yet to hear from her. We are supposed to meet in town later at noon for our uniform fitting. If I could have it my way, I'ld go with "Slack". If Simplicity is the new Black, Slackened, is fashion, a purist panache at its Blackest. We can all do without trying too hard sometimes, can't we? My theme for today, at least. Accrue that from it being the last of my off day ...urgh! Tho it won't be till Thursday before I set off for yet another long haul, I'll be on standby tomorrow.
Anyhow, the weekend went well. Had a lil reunion with family and kuzz at a chalet. Not as kick-ass as it could have been, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. Trigger-happy moments and Aunties and Uncles who went karaokeing away. Genre - Keronchong! So I'm left with either having to mind my own business, before people my own kind arrives, my lateworthy kuzz, I mean, or indulge in some tyke-minding, which I chose over the former, of course. And yes Iman never fail to impress me with her vocabulary once again. This time she said, "breakwater".

"Breakwater is to break the waves so there won't be a Tsunami, Aunty Yaya!" Very clever indeed!

And Putera went, " I went behind to catch the Momok, Aunty Yaya!"

It wasn't that bad really!

The sun, the sand...and helluva great company!!!

2006-04-08T02:48:00.000+08:00

Just got back today,

after what seemed like fun, helluva great, Deepa-Raya company, 8 days of missing home, "abang sayang" episode, Rini, the drop-dead Gorgeous, Shah, her husband(sorry Guys!), Double belly-dancing dosage, hell ride through the dessert, River Nile cruise, Tomb raiding at the Pyramids and FO Ryan's, agonizing camel ride!!! Got burnt in the sun...and I swear, no more Biryani, Curry, anything Lamb and its derivatives for as long as I could avoid from having them. Khekhekhe! Not in too much wordy mood today cos it's way past my bed time, but cos I have had some recuperating done in the day, that prolly helped make me be a tad less "twilight zone" than I could have been, otherwise. In summation, (toldja I'm in no mood for words)...I'll let the pictures do the yakking...for more visual feasting, click on my Fotopage wokay?

Look, this is way overdue. Have had wanted to put this up earlier. Anyhow, no time for explanation.If ure ever gonna visit the Pyramids, I hope these tips, would come in really handy. So here goes,

Sunblock. It's a No-Go! Moisturise, like u would everyday. Lipgloss, for that extra pucker - Yes! Hmm...Rouge for a natural, radiant looking U, Ok, ok, dun we all need to look picture-pretty? I mean, aren't pictures meant to capture moments u'ld want to remember for a lifetime? So?
Sunnies/ Shades. I can't remember when sunspecs were ever worn for any particular purpose. As far as I know it's every fashionista's Must-Haves! Doesn't hurt to have a couple or 3 or 4. Plus, it does help to keep the sand from being blown into the eyes. It can get pretty windy and with no actual structure nor blockade, u'ld give no damn two hoots even if your shades is a freegift from last season's, past month, magazine subscription.
Wear your least favorite pair of shoes. I'll tell you why. And you better listen. First, cos it's gonna get real sandy. DUH! And second, you see, the desert area that covers the Pyramids is abt 200km surrounding it, so that explains why it is more convenient to venture on camels and horses. Oklah, to spare u the verbosity, and the agony of my wordiness, there's MUCK, DUNG, FECES, the works, in solid, semi-solid, brown, green, fresh ones! U name itlah, in the name of all manure and bodily excretions, on every square foot of sandy ground u step on! Enough convincing?
Wear your least favorite pair of shoes cos this was what that happened. U see, it took me awhile to familiarise myself with the female horse that I had myself on, for a simple reason that I have no clue nor prior experience with having to control that darn thing my blardie self! So it was sliding, moving, left, right, probably neighing curses at me. But the worst was when it glided next to a sturdy steed, a male I reckon. So slowly and momentous and so closely, that my foot, on the foothold was sweeping just so slowly, but surely, and if I hadn't noticed would have ventured into Male Steed's butthole! Pardon the profanity. Is asshole a better term? Anyhow, my jeans got swept with beautiful sable hair, made into real expensive, exorbitant, cosmetic brushes, that had lil tiny splashes of horsie's pee! So? WEAR UR LEAST FAVOURITE PAIR OF JEANS too.
Taboos. Keep Unnecessary remarks till later, for sleepless nights natter or campfire-story-sharing sessions.
Do not take pictures of the interior of the Pyramids unless the local Guide gives you the Go-ahead.
Never EVER share a camel ride with a guy and let him sit behind u. Period. Unless he is your spouse, or the least, a boyfriend. Bad and embarrassing experience. No need for recollections.
If someone hands over a bottle of coke, it means, u'ld have to pay for it once u've finished. AND, please return the bottle. Just return itlah!

Ok peeps, just these for now unless more pops up my pod, I'll add on to the list...and if u're really heading there...Bon Voyage!

2006-03-31T14:12:00.000+08:00

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.

- Margaret Cho

reeking of coffee,aerosol and everything unpleasant...

2006-03-30T02:33:00.000+08:00

Reeking of coffee, aerosol and everything unpleasant....and a tad too much information.

I got home today from my short lay-over in Down-Under, Somewhere.
Well, the flight was fine though I found myself keeping really low-keyed. I didn't know exactly what was it that had triggered the silent, non-interruptive me. I wasn't "pms"sy. Nor was I upset with anything in particular. Infact, a few good things have been happening to me. Like earning a new pair of birkis, courtesy of dear team girl, Han, who had done enough Frankfurt flights to help keep my birki collection up-to-the-minute and supplement my avant-gardist nature, or if that is too much self-glorification, perhaps, fashionista-wannabe dynamism, should douse the narcissism. And of cos I have to mention darling Kak Lin, who have decided that we should share our birkis since we both wear the same size, and it started with why don't I borrow hers (which was a brilliant suggestion), even though I don't need it just yet. But would never mind it, of cos. Cos it's like an extension to my collection. A Bigga, Betta extension.
"..just use first, use first, use first so I could create more room for another..."
khkehe..so she said. Kak Lin, if u ever get around to reading this,
"I'ld always have room for those which U have ran out of room for. I'll create room!!! Die die oso must find room.. Sure got Room, I tell ya!" khekhe!
Anyhow, while I was there in Down Under, Somewhere, I hung out with Humairah, a zany, really fun-loving, counterpart, whose sister has the same name as me, and whose father's name is like mine. Anyhow, we both are Virgoans equally. Having shared sentiments on certain issues and hitting it off like almost instantly. She is just so wacky. Had poured out what seemed like the most drama, days of our lives stories, over lunch, and a tad bit of shopping which got me nothing but some facial care products and gums for my mum, and a new hair accesory, and a new can of hairspray, 2 bars of chocolates, a packet of ondeh-ondeh which i had the "juice" oozing from them for my lack of care at carrying, a packet of my favourite big, fat, juicy, mint dragees, a carton of milk, two slices of pizza, a piece of banana cake...yes! That's my whole bag of nothings, I must say. We met up with her cousin who is studying there. A sweet-young-thing, very decent, really docile character. She is all that even though I didn't quite expect her to ask me these,
"So how old are u?", "Do u have a boyfriend?", " Why not?", "I'm surprised!", "Do you smoke?"
....khekhe....Having that come from someone her age, it was appaling, yet good-naturedly, almost unassuming and carelessly, innocent. She's afterall very young. And I told her like a real-learned, been there, done it all, sisterly natured, and you'll-know-when-you-get-there-matter-of-factly,
"....sometimes, things just don't go the way you'ld plan them,"
And she nodded like she understood, which honestly, was good enough for me. I wasn't going to make her understand anyway. I just wanted to dismiss the bit about "Do u have a boyfriend?", "Why not?"...really really quickly.
Then I came onboard and was deployed to work in Business Class. The first I noticed of this particular passenger was that, he had wanted a seat change. He got it cos we weren't expecting a full load. After offering him the works of what that was to be offered, amenities, papers, magazines, he told me this, " U know Nadia, U remind me of a good friend's wife, and I like u."
???? Incensing or flattering? I can't quite decide. But I was quick at dismissing his condition for the lack of cabin pressure at 35,000 feet, mid-air, people don't usually talk much sense. So everytime I walked pass his aisle, he'ld stop me to say something, anything. The last was when he asked, ..."may I see your palm?" And I was fast to veto cos I don't like people reciting my future. But he was even faster at orating my characteristics from it like he was reading it from a book. In a good-natured and humbly manner I declined and reasoned my not letting, self-fulfilling prophecy undermine my better judgement towards life and destiny, while the better faithed me heaved "astaghfirallah" like a thousand million times...underneath my breath!
Then I landed way earlier than scheduled and had had time to check my new roster. 3 long flights before my leave starts. Good! Excellent, in fact! And first long flight will commence Friday. So I foresee, hibernative, non-updates, for awhile cos I'm gonna be away. Till I return, take care peeps. I will too. Will natter some more when I get back. Oh yes, had a nice, free, ride home, today. Not cos it's free, but rather cos it's nice. So it's a nice ride, cos it's nice. And if I hadn't been dog-tired, I'ld prolly need an air-bag for the information I had just received via msn earlier. I know it won't make sense to anyone who's reading this but himself. Pardon my inane state. Pardon my lamenting for I'm really just dronning. But am I to seek amnesty for my lack of good looks and imperfect features that I was borned with? Pardon me if it's imposing. Pardon me if it's disturbing. But thank you for sobering me, I thank Allah nonetheless, that I am not perfect and for letting me keep whatever piece of humility that I could savor for mybeing imperfect.

2006-03-27T12:22:00.000+08:00

This Lil Fairy Princess...

... just had "the Biggest Party on Earth," so she said.

May U grow into a Lil Bigger Fairy Princess.

Luv ,
Aunty Yaya.

Lady drivers...

2006-03-23T01:17:00.000+08:00

*LADY DRIVERS*

Law Abiding.
Anal.
Deeply Misunderstood.
We

Yowl, we Yelp,

we just don't HONK unnecessarily.
Depressingly Misconstrued.
We dun exactly

RULE, we ROCK!
Ill-conceived
Very Cautious
Extremely Appealing
Reliable
Safe, Sassy, Sexy!

Need I say more?

p/s: Naniz, we'll soon have ur pic up here too ok?

Persevere.

Err...

Woooosh?!

shhh...

2006-03-22T00:20:00.000+08:00

Princess's got a secret.....

....and I still can't quite figure what....

in NYC...yet again!

2006-03-20T20:13:00.000+08:00

IF Yan can cook, so be it.....

Flight time was 17hrs 25. Landed in Newark International Airport earlier than scheduled.
As usual, Me and Jamz bunked in. My room this time, leaving her room vacant the entire time we were there. Temperature reported that day we touched down was 7 degrees celcius. All seemed pretty normal despite the fact that we haven't bunked in, in about 2 months, I think, cos of our roster, and that I've changed my toiletry bag. I'm not sure if Jamz noticed it tho. Anyhow, soon after we checked into my room, our food arrived. It's just the way Jamz is with planning stuffs. She does it so well, all the time. Had ordered it while we were waiting for our room keys so we don't have to wait very long afterwards. She's a swell gal, splendid with planning and organising unlike urs truly.
Had our makan and unpacking and Jamz was already removing her nail varnish, make-up and bun off throbbing head while I lay on the sofa, motionless. Oblivious to any form of discomfort, I was just too tired to care. I still had my stockings on and it wasn't a pleasant sight, trust me on this one. Had asked Jamz to pardon my beaten state. She showered while I conked out. I came round to a freshened Jamz and I dragged myself to do the same. After removing the tonnes of make up and hair spray that had been major pain-inducing, and causing head to pound like it never did before, and yes laundry which I had to do with my Bath & Bodyworks, body wash cos I have forgotten to replenish my mini detergent bottle, it was 2 am already!
The next time I checked, it was 1 at noon. I had silently done some mental mathematics that if me and Jamz woke up, we'ld prolly leave by 2pm to get our shopping done. A few places that we had wanted to go to.
Next time check, 7.
7 PM!!!!! That was it! Our off day! Our precious OFF day. Gone just like that. On a brighter note, it has saved us from the perils of damage beyond revert to our financial well-beings. Woke up, felt disgusted about ourselves, ate, disgusted, ate some more, disgusted. Checked out the crew room and surfed on the website for abit. Had promised to go out the next day before our standby starts and we set our alarm. The next day, we went in search for our favourite Halal push-cart join near our hotel, we found it this time. ( If u're a crew and if u do not already know, and u'ld like to check this place out, this is how u get there...exit our hotel and make a left turn, till u get to the first traffic junction, turn right and cross the road to the other side,walk one block down and cross another traffic junction, turn right again. There u are, that Egyptian guy and his push-cart, can't recall his name, really nice and not the "tiko" sort. Located just opposite to "East", a Japanese restaurant. He's always there till around 1530, but not on weekends.) And yes if you want the number to a Halal Thai join that does delivery in NYC, lemme know and I'll email you the number wokay? So we headed to Abercrombie. And it was so much of a hassle cos there a was parade going on at the same time. And the grid system just doesn't make it any easier for us to cross the blocked roads. It was St. Patrick's Day. And people, Irish I believe, were spotting green somethings on their bodies. Hats, scarves, stick-ons and paint, u name it! We finally arrived at Abercrombie off Fifth Avenue and were greeted by two huge guys at the door, but they were cute nonetheless. Inexplicable as it may seem, the staff at Abercrombie look like they had just hopped off the runway of an A&F fashion show cos they are ALL sho CUTE! And I'm really not exaggerating. Ask Jamz, ask anyone who's been there! Really! Really! We headed to a couple more places before stopping by Starbucks for a good cuppa Marble Mocha Macchiato to thaw frozen lil fingers and toes before heading back to our hotel cos standby was to start soon after. Unpacked, retired and all ready to pschye ourselves up for more long-metal-tubing hours, homebound.

Challenge busted...

2006-03-14T20:44:00.000+08:00

Challenge, busted! What's new eh? All was well, took on PIE and exit at Eng Neo. Saw Adam Road sign and I was absolutely sure I was heading the right way. Then...I missed the exit! Took a U-turn along Lornie and that was it! Adam Road just disappeared! Before my very eyes! Not a single Road sign, nor a single clue. How tragic, don't u think? Anyhow, I made a detour so we could meet at Commonwealth instead. We then headed for Great World City to catch Nanny MacPhee. Enjoyed it totally. Predictable, but honestly endearing. It's been awhile since I watched anything. Since Ayla was eliminated from the American Idols, I think. Oh no, not really. The last time has got to be last night when Yanti made me watch "Dia", an Indonesian soap for the first time. In the entirety of the much hype that rose from its last season's damp squib review that I heard from my Mum and some Makciks, I had no inkling whatsoever, until yesterday. All I know is that it can stir quite abit of an emotion. Cos I saw it manifesting when Yanti was watching it at my place last night. And yes I watched her video montage too. The one she's going to use at her wedding dinner. Just one word. It's (awww...) U know what I mean. Oklah I'll stop to coo. But I do believe now, that dreams, dreams do come true. I'm happy. I'm happy for Yanti! ;) Though U made me spent today, I shall not mention how much, for the baju I'm gonna wear on your wedding...it's worth it! ;)

Challenge of the Day...

2006-03-14T12:24:00.000+08:00

Challenge of the Day.

Drive to Adam Road.

Astagah...and it's not even my first time...but the last time was from elsewhere, not HOME!!!
Mama, come back quick! I so need ur directions! What use is my Street Directory, u said? Itu buat aksyen je, anyhow, it was a gift from Coldburnz (sho shweet of ya!) But u noe, u dun always have to use what u own, do u? Ok, Bye...gotta go...Yanti's waiting oready! Till later!

Mama went on holiday...

2006-03-13T17:27:00.000+08:00

Ma on holiday...

I sent Ma off at the airport yesterday. Am so glad that I was around to do so. But I wasn't in high spirits exactly cos honestly, it feels kinda strange that for once, someone else is leaving me behind. Because usually, it's me who does the leaving. And I guess now it has kinda sunk in and that I realised just how unpleasant the feeling of being left behind is. Even if it's just for a few days. But ofcos I want her to enjoy herself on her holiday and that's why she doesn't have to know this. She's already worrying about me leaving for my long flight the day that she's returning and that she won't be around before I leave. I certainly do not want her to worry about me, but I can't help worrying about her.

But the feeling kinda sucked, that she's away.

Haiz!

Part 2 - What happen to BEAR?

2006-03-10T12:34:00.000+08:00

Whatever happened to *BEAR*.

Mind Boggling

The Sequel.

Well Ok, let me give u a lil preface, a lil introduction.

U see, it was 8 years ago and I was just this lil, SYT.

(MUAHAHAH! Huge huge laughter of indifference!)

Oklah maybe not so little. I was never little.

I grew up, never being little.

I mean, I ever was skinny. I know it's hard to convince you now.

But honestly, I grew up with "endearing" nicknames like,

"Tiang", "Kedengkik" and "Olive", just to name a few.

But my point is, I was once skinnny, but I was never little.

Hmmph, Sweeeeeeeeeet?

...subject to public consensus...

but I was certainly YOUNG!

Ok ok, on a serious note now,

I was in Jc then. JJC, to be exact.

Yes that building that just about anyone could easily blunder for

a Biscuit-producing, flatted factory.

Anyhow, great memories I had of my days there. Fondest ones, not-so-good ones,

but edifying, really!

Anyway, one day, that faithful day, when i was in JJC, about 8 years ago,

I was outside one LT, can't recall which one, studiously acting studious.

When my recently, reconciled-by-accident, "The Me" friend, introduced *BEAR* to me.

Since then, I've been a proud owner of *BEAR*, having had gained uncontended, full, custody.

Oblivious to his very reason for doing so, I took it anyhow.

I thought it was a nice gesture.

Period.

I never asked anyway.

And he never told me either.

And now 8 years later, he asked me if I still remember *BEAR*. And that if *BEAR* still exist.

But I can't answer his questions on the pretext that I am a very private person....

(like I don't share private *BEAR* details, stuffs like that...)

Ermmm....

Well...ofcos I remember *BEAR* and I know what happened to *BEAR*.

It's just that if I tell him, then I may have to kill him, or he'ld kill me instead.

Either, none of us will survive to relish the ending.

But Of cos I didn't eat *BEAR*, Neither did Musang, Kerli nor Princess.

*BEAR*'s nowhere collecting dust either...

like he has suggested in his blog.

And I didn't put *BEAR* up for adoption...

*BEAR*'s NOT at the Salvation Army.

It's....it's....

I'm sorry! I can't do it...

"The Me", if you're reading this, this message's for u...

I promise I won't lie to you....but honestly, I can't tell you the truth.

(cringe!)

my ride

2006-03-10T02:26:00.000+08:00

6 CD changer...a life-altering experience.

Somebody, save me!
I was driving myself to the airport today, for the lack of Samaritans to do me the honour. Anyway, if I couldn't be more honest, I actually love driving myself around. Especially the long rides, "...along the loooonnnnng straight roads..." someone used to say of my driving skills, for my one-dimensional, know-wheres-whats, of Singapore Geography, and my synonymousness to missing exits, can't see road signs, blurry visions at night, I swear in the day the road sign says turn left!..etc, etc which tantamouts to...asyik sesat jelah! (Ah-shake ser-sutt jer-luh) Translates, "keeps getting lostlah". But I always, always, cherish those private moments I have in my Musangz.

My personal ether...just me, my pink wheels, kitty decals, and butterfly thingies, that used to freak the living wits out of ex-Bf.

May they haunt u in ur dreams! Hhaha!

(Woopsie! Did I just say that out LOUD?!)
And a Mr Buble's drones, that I've chosen to name, A Perfect After-Rain CD. And Miss Clarkson's power vocals to up, limp, listless, grey days. Alongside Missy Elliot's, "Lose Control" and some..."my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...." that puts me in a trance like ecstacy would to an Ah Beng...

(...now DUN U EVEN DARE try to imagine me doing that 1 finger up, nodding head, dance OK!)
And because I'm accomodating as usual, I 'll allow a cd slot or 2 for the music preference of my Mum, Aunts, Uncles, Opah's...who sometimes I drive around or drive me around, when I feel like they should hahah...only those licensed, I mean. So while I was relishing my solitude and letting my fingers run the cd changer, I tried listening to one CD which obviously isn't mine. I loathed at its introduction but let it roll regardless. And to my utter shock, that jolts the living will of me for I'm putting my life on the line here by publishing this on my blog, of something to the likes of

Losing my friends.
Being judged.
Losing my friends who judged me.
Receiving hate mails
Receiving stalkerish hate mails.
Blocked from MSN.

I actually kinda...errr... liked it!? Think alongside Alternative Music. Think Cranberries. Then let this sink in u, slowly, really slowly,

SLOWLY, easy.....easy....

Rock Ballad, DANGDUTISED!

(SCREEEEEEAAAAM!)

I know!!! I so can't believe it myself! Maybe it's just a phase. Maybe it's manifestation of Minahism. Or the mutation of cells that controls music genre preference. Whatever it is...I want to get over it FAST!

(SOMEBODY, SAVE ME!!!)

2nd entry...

2006-03-08T22:36:00.000+08:00

Yes I finally bought my pair of sneakers and yet I'm not exactly grinning from ear to ear.

Cos again, Again! For the second time already,

I ended up buying something different from what that I had initially planned.

It dated back since December when I had so wanted to get a pair of white sneakers and I was in London at that time. Went into the shop and stepped out with a pair of bronze ones instead.

And this time, today, at Wisma, I stepped out, with an off-white pair of Lacoste sneakers!

When all I had wanted was a WHITE one!

What the heck is wrong with me?

How many pairs do I have to own before finally getting that pair I really wanted?!

URGggH!

And I thought I'm only fickle with my hair?!

(..like if I should have it straight, or permed? down, or up in a ponytail?...high? or one down my nape? to dye or leave it jet black the way it is...bangs? side part?left,right?long? SNIP it!?...layered..."V"-shaped down the back?..)

GEEEEZ!

Isn't No choice, the BEST choice, afterall?

Life is complicated just as it is... and the lack of discipline, and overabundance of choices,

and the lack of discipline, And the lack of discipline

is a sure-fire way to help ease the bank digits from spilling outside the bank book,

No?

Khekhekeh!

P/s: Some Lacoste sneakers are lined with pig skin. So just be wary which ones u buy dokies?

random thoughts...vainpots...

2006-03-08T17:04:00.000+08:00

...1 hr before I make my way to fetch Sis. Am planning to go to town for a tad while...khkehek! Have had some frivolous shopping thoughts brewing up my pod already! Am so wanting to get that Lacoste sneakers for the longest time! What better way than to fetch Sis, then, drop by town while making our way home. Tho home is in the west and so is where I am to fetch her later! (muahahah!) Senseless Directory sense? Frivol defense? U decide. Anyway, I had to do some travelling research earlier and I found out that for Singaporeans who are planning to visit Egypt, well u do need to apply for a visa. It'll take 3 working days to process and submission of application form and a passport-sized photograph has to be done in the morning, at the embassy. For visitors to Dubai, Singaporeans, do not need visas. Oh yes, that time when I was in Dubai, I realised that the weather's really perfect this time of the year, till around March or April. That's why I'm planning a holiday. Not for me exactly but for someone else, cos my leave won't be till May and Raya ofcos! Just some random info I thought could come in handy if you're planning a holiday there too.
Okay...I gotta go get ready now. I see, Ma's all excited about her short trip with my Aunts and Uncles next week. She's starting to iron her clothes and pack her barang-barang. Well, The Me, u know now where I get the "11hrs" packing habit from. If it's not "11hrs", then it's the "pack a week before u leave" method. Either, it explains the vaingloriousness... " ...we wear our fashion flair to our names... dress to our tress..." HIDUP VAINPOTS! k..no time for nomore tag lines...gotta go...I'm running late...!Bubye!

Back from UAE.

2006-03-03T15:46:00.000+08:00

So... As I have promised to update when I return from the UAE... here goes.
Schedule was tight, reception hospitable. Had a swell of a time. Wished the stay was longer though. Haha!
That really was how brief my stay in Dubai and Abu Dhabi.
Now... I'll let the pictures do the yaking...
only if you'ld click on "click here" from "I speak graphics."
So glad to have finally gotten my photos uploaded. Had it done the last time on a different image host, but I noticed it doesn't have a fool-proof system, that will prevent anyone from tampering with the image codes. So I had to start over with the uploading. Honestly, I'm not totally done yet, but I hope to finish it soon.
I can't believe just how quickly 3 days had passed since I return. Urgh...and the feeling right now is not exactly the best of all emotions. Cos it's going-back-to-work day, tomorrow. My plan was to give away my off days for flights but did not receive much of anything quite as attractive as I thought I could have gotten. So I thought of going away myself, for a short trip, but I remembered that I was going to use my free ticket during my leave, if all goes well that is(InsyaAllah). And had planned to bring Ma with me on my flight sometime soon, so no more tickets to spare. But I really do hope my plans will not bust this time. Am so needing a get-away. The assignment was like a mini get-away from my mundane routine and only God knows just how it had came in time, to save me from the perils of yet another DSS episode2! Alhamdulillah! Haha! Haiz...and 3 days of recuperating and late supper sessions with Ma, Aunt and Uncle, late sleeps (detrimental to expanding waistline...)...how could I even think about giving away my off days???...
I really want to be around some more...really!really!

Missing Teddy

2006-03-03T15:00:00.000+08:00

Case of the missing, unnamed, BEAR.

STATS :
Name: *BEAR*
Year Born: 1998
Given By: *THE ME*
Year Missing: *Unknown*

Investigation: Case re-open.

Several possibilities as excerpted from " THE ME's " blog.

Whatever happened to *BEAR*...

1. Half mangled subjected to the mercy of Sunshine or/and Musang or/and Princess as a plaything.

2. Half mangled subjected to the mercy of Nadia or/and her mom or/and Ira as a plaything.

3. Somewhere deep inside her stash of given items collecting dust.

4. Somewhere not so deep inside her stash of given items collecting lesser dust.

5. Been made an effigy representing The Me as a voodoo doll (no wonder The Me couldn't explain the sudden urges to pee).

6. Grew up, married another bear and a proud father of a baby bear.

7. Going places as a luggage companion for Nadia.

8. Probably had a job better than The Me.

9. In a land of the forgotten items, still waiting for the attention of its owner.

10. Probably thinking why he's created.

11. (related to 6) Finding the culprit that ate his son's porridge, sat on his son's chair and slept on his son's bed.

12. Taken care by the hands of time.

13. Remembered why he's given to Nadia in the first place and intending to fulfill his responsibility.

14. As a symbol to Nadia that The Me does exist.

15. Resurrected, re-energised and relived as though it's just been given at the school bench in front of the gym and LT3

Perhaps more shall come but for now, this is what The Me could think of which is a miracle considering the time this was typed. So there might be a part 2.

Till part 2. Anyone with information, holler please.

A sonnet, an ode, something beautiful...

2006-02-27T03:12:00.000+08:00

... something beautiful I ought to share, given to me by someone, who was once special ...

Bila Aku Jatuh Cinta

Ya Allah, jika aku jatuh cinta,

cintakanlah aku pada seseorang yang melabuhkan cintanya pada-Mu,

agar bertambah kekuatan ku untuk mencintai-Mu.

Ya Muhaimin, jika aku jatuh cinta,

jagalah cintaku padanya agar tidak melebihi cintaku pada-Mu Ya Allah,

jika aku jatuh hati,

izinkanlah aku menyentuh hati seseorang yang hatinya tertaut pada-Mu,

agar tidak terjatuh aku dalam jurang cinta semu.

Ya Rabbana, jika aku jatuh hati,

jagalah hatiku padanya agar tidak berpaling dari hati-Mu.

Ya Rabbul Izzati, jika aku rindu,

rindukanlah aku pada seseorang yang merindui syahid di jalan-Mu.

Ya Allah, jika aku rindu,

jagalah rinduku padanya agar tidak lalai aku merindukan syurga-Mu.

Ya Allah, jika aku menikmati cinta kekasih-Mu,

janganlah kenikmatan itu melebihi kenikmatan indahnya bermunajat di sepertiga malam terakhirmu.

Ya Allah, jika aku jatuh hati pada kekasih-Mu

jangan biarkan aku tertatih dan terjatuh dalam perjalanan panjang menyeru manusia

kepada-Mu.

Ya Allah, jika Kau halalkan aku merindui kekasih-Mu,

jangan biarkan aku melampaui batas sehingga melupakan aku pada cinta hakiki

dan rindu abadi hanya kepada-Mu.

Ya Allah Engkau mengetahui bahawa hati-hati ini telah berhimpun

dalam cinta pada-Mu,

telah berjumpa pada taat pada-Mu,

telah bersatu dalam dakwah pada-MU,

telah berpadu dalam membela syariat-Mu.

Kukuhkanlah Ya Allah ikatannya.

Kekalkanlah cintanya.

Tunjukilah jalan-jalannya.

Penuhilah hati-hati ini dengan Nur-Mu yang tiada pernah pudar.

Lapangkanlah dada-dada kami dengan limpahan keimanan kepada-Mu

dan keindahan bertawakal di jalan-Mu.

(As-Syahid Syed Qutb)

"... even when you're out of 'love'."

- as quoted by The Me.

P/s : Thank you for the conversation we had.

~~FORMAL~~ CHECK!
~~CASUAL~~ CHECK!
~~UNIFORM~~ CHECK!
~~SHOES (3 PAIRS)~~ CHECK!
PJ CHECK!
~~VANITY/TOILETRY BAG~~ CHECK!
~~MARIAN KEYES~~ CHECK!
~~CREW PASS~~ CHECK!
~~PASSPORT~~ CHECK!

Pp/s : Ok! I'm All set to go...Ta now!

;)

Road trip...

2006-02-26T12:45:00.000+08:00

Road Trip!
I am so excited about my trip to Dubai come Monday.
It is rather impromptu and a last minute stunt that Laraine had to pull.
Taking me off my supposed Adelaide flight with my team.
Though I have to put off Han, "sayanging" me, so she said she'ld do the next time she sees me, and finally reconciling with my team mates again!
But for this experience that awaits my undertaking it, I'll persevere.
Plus, I'm kinda motivated after the movie Le Grand Voyage.
(check out *NaNiZ's Blog* for a pretty insightful review on the movie).
No, I'm not doing my pilgrimage just yet, I mean, I will do it in the future, InsyaAllah.
But the settings, is very UAE, infact, it is UAE!
And the thought of taking on Abu Dhabi, on a road trip, tho far from comfortable, I think,
I'm really excited! I hope it'll be good experience for me and Alicia.
Just the 2 of us this time and to be totally honest, I'm glad it's her! It's our third time doing it together. A swell gal I must say, really pretty and a wonderful personality to match that with!
I promise I'll update once I return from my short journey.
Why do I call this my travel journal if it isn't about my voyages?
In the mean time, don't miss me, and I'ld pray for my safe return...
Will u too? Please?
;)

Random thoughts...

2006-02-26T02:45:00.000+08:00

....and

I downed yet another mug of Iced Teh Tarik.

My favourite instant teh mix that froths even without the tarik, how amazing eh?!

Inventions, innovations, what do we without them?

Blameworthy of my staying awake this time, are just some random thoughts I had after this conversation with Dean at Climb Adv. yesterday.

After what seemed like, forevermore, my techniques at scaling those rock walls sucked!

BIG TIME!

And my stamina level, justa a puny of what's left of whatever that's left, really!

And it didn't help, an infinitesimal bit, that people are getting younger these days!

(o'Hail linguists. Paraphrases! Paraphrases! Underestimate not the power of paraphrasing!)

Anyhow, he awarded me an A, for Effort.

This is how the story goes...

The conversation evolved around if, I have been doing anything outdoorsy since my ODAC and short period post-ODAC, oklah not exactly short period since the last time I climbed was like about hmmph...a year ago? So, then since?

I haven't. I haven't. I haven't.

This is why, I tell ya...

The closest I ever get to "Discipline", is the letter D in my name.

Defense was paramount, plus I was just giving him an insight from a linguistic point of view

as to why "AIDAN", spelt backwards, is an antonym to "healthy living".

And for N and I is what you find in "Shopping".

And u'ld find an A in "Malls".

And 2 A's in "Takashimaya".

Anyhow, if Shopping, Malls and Takashimaya, analogous to retail therapy and that therapy, stimulates the mind, body and soul, and emanates curative effects likened to the benefits of yoga and meditation, for that matters. Isn't shopping the perfect panacea for ailments conceived from stress which leads to overeating and unhealthy lifestyles?!

But I'ld still keep my A for Effort tho! I would even frame it up if I could!

Follow, so far?

Besides, I was well on my way for my gym session with Leo yesterday, after sending

my Ma to her weekly class at Bt.Panjang. And cos I had so much to talk about

with Jamz since I haven't seen her in like a million years! I missed her so

cos we both were rostered on seperate flights to NYC, that the only right thing to do was to have a decent conversation, on my hands-free! I have huge regards for the lives of those I drive around, and for those who drive around me u know! So I was on my hands-free blabbering Real, women issues, while my Ma was giving me directions on how to get back to the main road, in the background.

Yes I have a pair of ears, but I was driving and discussing women issues here...

How else am I suppose to spread grey matter, evenly, across brain, how much is there to begin with?

So I got lost, after dropping my Ma off, and wasted precious time or I'ld have met Leo for a good workout session which I so had to give a miss!

So my next appointment was to pick Jamz up so she won't starve in her own home!

And she had to have, in the name of all food groups, BIG, FAT, SINFUL, CARBOhydrated - FRIES!

Well, so I had to have fries too!

You see, I'ld opt for anything healthier like anytime, but I can't just let her stuff her face with anything as unhealthy as FRENCH FRIES! ALONE!??

U tell me now, am I just making excuses or am I just making excuses, for not staying healthy.

I mean, don't I have a good cause for it all?

;p!

Ribbon Cutting Ceremony.

2006-02-21T20:03:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome aboard.

I am Nadia, your flight attendant.

I will be with you,

debilitating my tongue in thoughts.

Taking you on with me,

through my flights of fancy.

In the mean time, buckle up, and sit back.

In case of emergency,

do take note that you're under no circumstance to stay onboard.

The exit is denoted by the X sign on your extreme,

top right.

At any time that you feel nauseated.

Well, I have no remedy for you.

Anyhow, didn't you choose to fly My-Air?

After the conversation I had with Leo on "Judging"...

2006-02-21T03:12:00.000+08:00

After the conversation I had with Leo on "Judging"

...this song just keeps playing in my head...

When I was 7

They said I was strange

I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same

I asked my parents if I was OK

They said you're more beautiful

And that's the way they show that they wish

That they had your smile

So my confidence was up for a while

I got real comfortable with my own style

I knew that they were only jealous cos

People are all the same

And we only get judged by what we do

Personality reflects name

And if I'm ugly then

So are you

There was a time when I felt like I cared

That I was shorter than everyone there

People made me feel like life was unfair

And I did things that made me ashamed

Cos I didn't know my body would change

I grew taller than them in more ways

But there will always be the one who will say

Something bad to make them feel great

People are all the same

And we only get judged by what we do

Personality reflects name

And if I'm ugly then

So are you

People are all the same

And we only get judged by what we do

Personality reflects name

And if I'm ugly then

So are you

Everybody talks bad about somebody

And never realises how it affects somebody

And you bet it won't be forgotten

Envy is the only thing it could be

Cos people are all the same

(The same, the same)

And we only get judged by what we do

(What we do, yeah, yeah)

Personality reflects name

And if I'm ugly then

(Yeah, you)

So are you

People are all the same

(Oh, oh, oh)

And we only get judged by what we do

(What we do, yeah)

Personality reflects name

And if I'm ugly then

(Yeah, so are you)

So are you

"UGLY" - SUGABABES

test

2006-02-08T21:53:00.000+08:00

1.2.3

My Travel Journal...

If only I had....

A long, straight road...

Miracles or Hype?

retail therapy?...miraculous cure....

Longest flight time.....and it seemed like forever.

Mush and stuffs...a journey nonetheless...

nothing much...

African Queen.

U see me...U see me not!

Tick Tock.

Lax...Anaheim.

Someone passed a mantra...

Virginal experience.

and so.....

Caffeine OD.

NoNoNaNaNuNu.

How To Touch A Girl.

In Perth..

O'Hail 2007!

Hibernative.

OCCUPIED.

Errands, errands, errands!

Masala tea and humble pie.

Smile.

Gori-fication...

My kick-ass brew?

wats ur brew?

unfolds the untolds....

Jumpstart...ignition and make-up.

Nad in Moscow.

I Wish upon....

Virgoans.

Mind the Gap.

Me-oW!

Seoul

Liquids of sorts...

New neighbour...

lalalalala

Orange flavoured jelly...

Sweet dreams my LAX2

Sweet dreams my LAX.

Away!

Beautiful Disaster.

The fashionista that I'm not.

Princess Island.Istanbul.

...heads or tails...

..talk to the hands...

one...

Perhaps...

Minang Cove, Tioman.

Northpole.

My lil kuzzen brother...

i love u, i love u not...

Do u see my S, Aunty Yaya?

he called me "panadol".

Ma's Birthday.

Breakwater...Momok...

The sun, the sand...and helluva great company!!!

reeking of coffee,aerosol and everything unpleasant...

Lady drivers...

shhh...

in NYC...yet again!

Challenge busted...

Challenge of the Day...

Mama went on holiday...

Part 2 - What happen to *BEAR*?

my ride

2nd entry...

random thoughts...vainpots...

Back from UAE.

*Missing Teddy*

A sonnet, an ode, something beautiful...

Road trip...

Random thoughts...

Ribbon Cutting Ceremony.

After the conversation I had with Leo on "Judging"...

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Part 2 - What happen to BEAR?

Missing Teddy