Sunday, 30 January 2011

.rindu.

Tak ada ribut,
Tak ada petir,
Berkatalah si hati.

Jangan dibiarkan hati berkarat,
Selagi berkeringat,
Cari lah jalan taubat.

Mudah kau kata,
Pernah kau cuba?
Kalau tak cuba,
Bergelimanglah dengan dosa.

Sayu hati dengar Azan,
Tenang hati dengar bacaan Quran,
Sebak dada mengenangkan kasih Tuhan.

Terima kasih Ya Tuhan,
Sesungguhnya hati ini masih mendapat nikmat Mu.

.Nadia Azmi.

Happy birthday Yaya!!


May your happiness grow and stay amazing!

Love, Rara

Thursday, 27 January 2011

.Alhamdulillah. Thank you God.

Dear God, please bless me with your mercy and please bestow me strength.

Ameen.

Sunday, 23 January 2011

.coffee obsession.

"No one can understand the truth until he drinks of coffee's frothy goodness." Sheik Abd-al-Kadir


It has been quite awhile since I had my coffee. Not the 3in1 kind of coffee. Somehow it is true, caffeine helps me go through the stresses better. I have no choice but I will continue taking it like how I did before.

I am not addicted to it, but I am officially obsessed with it. The smell. The taste. it takes you where ever you want to go. I know I’ve been taking coffee way too much. But hey, if it were not for the coffee, I’d have no identifiable personality. Grin.

Anything, name anything. Stress over exams, need to vent, hang out with friends, talk over something serious. The solution? Coffee.

Saturday, 22 January 2011

.yawn.

Nice feelings grow when you are told you are a star, wise, amazing, and other good personalities. It feels somehow your hard works are now paid off.

Now, thinking a lot whether to go home or not for summer break.

If I were to stay, without getting any internship, that would waste money, time, and the fun parts back home. But, if I were to get internship, I’d stay, InsyaAllah. So, what I am planning is simple. Go home if I could not get a job here and look for internship in Malaysia.

Speaking of going back Malaysia, I will get to see my beloved family, friends, food, and time will definitely be filled with special things. Plus, I have already got offered for a part-time job, photo shoot for a bridal shop. Grin. As for internship, hopefully will be sorted out soon.

Right, back to reality. I have stopped studying since Tuesday. Though I tried so hard to study, but I just could not. This is the time that I feel homesick. So badly. Not the right time too. Guess I just need to be a little stronger than what I’ve used to be.

I’ve been writing quite frequent. Most of them, my feelings and experiences. What else should I write about? I am not good at reviewing others work, so do criticising. But that sounds fun. Isn’t it? Shall try one day. After the exams end most likely.

Okay, going to start a productive evening by reading notes. You wish. Smirk.

.post is titled yawn because I've yawned too much while writing this.

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

.selfish.

I am selfish and I admit that.

Well, it started when Melek came over for lunch. I cooked tom yam and omelette for her. Bet something is wrong with the taste bud as she said food was lovely. And, she brought apple pie with custard for dessert, yummy but a little too tangy for me.

Had some chat and they’re private and confidential stuffs. Doesn’t mean they’re P&C, your adrenalin is rushing thinking it could be you we are talking about. Ha ha. Must say we both were screwed with our poor vocabulary’s day.

Family, friends, lovers, food, mandarin, China, South East Asia and also, Family Guy. From all that issues, we ended up admitting we both are selfish people. Ha ha ha. I just loved it when two people are talking bad about each other. We talked about these stuffs while having our “hot tea” which was teh tarik. She had two mugs and I had one. She went all dizzy and hyper.

See, didn’t get to spend the whole day as she has to go back to Rotherham. So I sent her to the bus station, accurately, I need to pick up my package from the post office i.e next to the bus station (I'm not a painstaking to walk back and forth).

Well, another goodbye. Why, why, whyyyy?? Sigh. I just don’t like goodbyes. Not being dramatic but that is something that I hate the most. Unless, if it is a closure then goodbye is fine. If you know what I meant.

And walked back to the apartment in less than 15 minutes. Rushed home to skype with Ibu, but too late. She was already in bed. Cleaned the dishes and now, writing on today’s activities and finishing it in a minute. So back to work now. Wait, what work? Today is my rest day. So, will write again soon!

.purpose of the story is actually to state that I’m selfish.

Monday, 17 January 2011

.exam fever.

Right. First paper, Tuesday, January 18th. It’s my favourite module, Flow and Power. I’m a bit stressed out here. Not because of the paper, but the exams’ timetable. Why must this module be the first? I could have done more revision with other modules if this one is the last or maybe in the middle of exams. I have been doing too much revision on this one that I have forgotten about the rest. And now, take that! Just sorted out notes for other modules and they are piling up on my dining table. I just don’t know where to start.

Interesting fact, after Flow and Power, I have two weeks gap before the next exams. And they are in the final week of exam. Three papers in a week. Of course, I love the fact that last paper is on February 5th, and new term starts on February 7th. Nice? I know.

Should have started revision earlier. Heh. Same regrets, and same old Dira.

Saturday, 15 January 2011

.this is heart talking.

How much you miss home? Tonnes.Heart is breaking for not being close to home. As matter of fact, this is the path I have chosen. So be strong and survive!

Why chose this path? I guess it’s time I run far, far away, find comfort in pain.

How long more do you want to stay away? No, let me rephrase. How long more do you think you can be away from home? Yes you keep yourself busy, you travel and extending years in foreign country. I will wait a little longer for a clearer vision. Cos I’m not rushing.

You know you’ll miss home a lot, why torture yourself? There are things need to be left home, unsettled. And, I’m just not ready for everything. I’m not tortured, but most likely, the loved ones are tortured for I’m not home.

.listening to Tears and Rain by James Blunt.

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

.dream big.

I have dreams. Dreams that need a whole load of hard works. I keep this to myself and only those special people are told. You probably annoyed since I’m not telling, why do I blog about it? Because, it’s my blog.


One of my dream.

Talking about dream, I dreamt of something last night. I was crying in my dream as well as in my sleep. What’s the difference? Figure that out. It was a sweet dream and I was crying of happiness. He he he imagine how I’d look like, crying with joy. But woke up with slight fever. Doesn't really matter as I was happy in my sleep. Isn't it easy to make someone happy? Even it was a dream. So, pray your way for happiness too!

Saturday, 8 January 2011

.bahasa.

Tibe-tibe rase nak tulis entry kali ni dalam Bahasa Melayu. Asal? Saye pun tak tau. Mungkin dah tibe masa memartabatkan Bahasa Melayu kot. Walaupun bahasa rojak, tapi sekurang-kurangnya saye masih boleh berbahasa dengan baik. Asal korang paham sudah lah kan. Asek nak guna English je, boring lah. Nama pun England, mother tongue pun English. Macam kat Malaysia gak kan, dok Malaysia nak cakap English. Dok England nak cakap Melayu. Hihihi rasa lucu pulak tulis dalam bahasa. Bukan ape, cume tak berapa biasa. Kalau bercakap tu standard lah, tapi bile menulis, tak guna spelling yang betul rasa bersalah kat org yg tungkus lumus buat ejaan supaya nampak intelektual. Okay lah, tulisan ni sekadar selingan daripada belajar yg memenatkan tapi memandaikan. Selamat malam!

.Next post is not guaranteed to be written in English/Malay.

Friday, 7 January 2011

.drawing.

You must be lying if you said you've never drawn this.


I'm missing childhood life, the only time I could make mistakes without giving harm to anyone.

.'kampung saya' means my village.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

.atikah jamaludin.

Happy Birthday Atikah Jamaludin!


Have a rock n roll birthday!

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

.beautiful song.

I love James Blunt live performances, where I got to watch raw emotions. Love it so much that I've been listening to him a lot. And at least, will listen to his songs before sleep. Weird, but he has this voice that no one could have, at the present.

video

One of my favourite. Enjoy!

.of course if you like someone you'll give them credits.

Monday, 3 January 2011

.friends grow apart.

Something I forget, I was a good friend.

As you grow older, interests change, personality matures, and it is just natural to make new friends. And to realize that most of my friends, we have different views, opinions, different taste in fashion, music and etc.

These friends, they are not just good friends because of what we like, but we like each other company and companionship. They are awesome people. They listen, generous, respectful and of course, they don’t put me down.

That’s what friends are made for, in my opinion. If you grow apart with your friends, because of stupid things, remember the thick and thin you’ve been through together. Don't be embarrassed to apologise, and even sometimes it wasn't you to be blamed at. It isn’t fair to give up friendships that you’ve built for years.

Sunday, 2 January 2011

.OCD to care-free.

Last time, I was a perfectionist. Now, is at ease.
Last time, I observed too much. Now, I only analyse the important things.
Last time, I enjoyed cleaning the house. Now, not anymore.
Last time, I was automysophobia. Now, it gets better.
Last time, I hate if bed is unmade. Now, it looks better unmade.
Last time, I emptied sink at all time. Now, at least a spoon is left unwashed.
Last time, I showered twice a day. Now, I shower if I had to.
Last time, I hung clothes with hangers. Now, not hang and everywhere.
Last time, I tied cables together. Now, I could be strangled by them.
Last time, I don’t like writing. Now, I am starting to enjoy it.
Last time, I felt awkward to write about myself. Now, I couldn’t care less.
Last time, I cared about what people say. Now, it’s none of my business.

.500 days of summer.

People change. Feelings change.
It doesn't mean that the love once shared wasn't true and real.
It simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart.

Saturday, 1 January 2011

.happy new year.

Happy new year guys! Have a fruitful year ahead.


.photo taken on London Bridge with six others, which obviously did't fit in the photo.