tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39150203327187381922024-03-06T00:40:05.270+00:00.at my desk with some thoughts.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-70848133990841270802014-02-04T12:18:00.001+00:002014-02-04T12:18:42.669+00:00.short breathe. Short breathe.<br />
The woman is overwhelmed by the feelings.<br />
What should she say or not say.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-7850021642991912862014-02-03T07:59:00.001+00:002014-02-03T07:59:21.958+00:00.conscious. <div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 22px;">
The wind caresses her face, gently. </div>
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As knowingly shes been hurt. </div>
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The woman knew - patience is the key. </div>
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Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-77951433361093990622014-02-01T13:55:00.001+00:002014-02-01T13:55:14.655+00:00.deceiving.Now that the water is cleared, nothing hidden.<br />
She smiles when her eyes are crying.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-66894522796299057542014-01-28T15:05:00.002+00:002014-01-28T15:05:41.970+00:00.fall.<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 22px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">That woman was all happy with all the noises. </span><br />
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Shes been happy and wise. </div>
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And came a man who made her world shaken up. </div>
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She tried hard to leave. </div>
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Only to realize she has fallen deeper. </div>
Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-49759453878850910902014-01-12T03:25:00.001+00:002014-01-12T03:25:25.086+00:00.mistakes. I made mistakes in the past, mistakes while living in the present, and mistakes while planning for the future.
I don't regret, but I'm glad that I know what are the mistakes. Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-831183653182437532014-01-02T19:17:00.000+00:002014-01-02T19:17:16.790+00:00.silence. Silence.
Is a speech.
A speech of love. Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-46430379291491628662013-12-06T13:43:00.001+00:002013-12-06T13:47:31.065+00:00.young parents.I see, happy couples. <br /><br />
Married.
With children.
But yet, the parents love too much. <br /><br />
That they have forgotten their children's presence.
Jealousy, towards the children.
Just because one of the parents love the children.
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What kind of hatred is that?
A mother to a daughter. <br /><br />
.specific.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-22694786729014200602012-04-13T22:45:00.001+01:002012-04-13T22:46:18.710+01:00.coret.<span style="font-style:italic;">hilang kasih,<br />hilanglah sayang,<br />sudah lah luluh,<br />kau juga yang dikenang.</span>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-75368472572268232782012-04-01T19:21:00.002+01:002012-04-01T19:28:32.114+01:00.time of the year.Been busy. Been hectic. Being a student, that is. And now is the time of the year where I'll be busier than ever. Especially as a final year students. Dissertation, course works, exams, and of course, living. <br /><br />Apart from being busy, I've some good news. If not for you all, for me it is. My final year project findings will be published in a Tribology journal in collaboration with the university and Health and Safety Executive. Sweet. And, was offered by supervisor to do my phD, with him. My, my, my... I'm speechless. And I am proud of myself for what I have achieved so far. Alhamdulillah. Heh.. Failed a subject, still managed to get an offer. <br /><br />Allah always knows best. For what we pray for, if He doesn't grant what we wish for, He has something better for us. <br /><br />Need to make a wise decision over this. And will update once I've made up my mind.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-69940081813150830632011-12-13T17:33:00.003+00:002011-12-13T17:36:30.579+00:00.do you know?.<span style="font-style:italic;">Sekuat mana kita setia<br />Sehebat mana kita merancang <br />Sejauh mana kita menunggu<br />Sekeras mana kita bersabar<br />Sejujur mana kita menerima<br />Jika ALLAH tidak menulis jodoh kita bersama<br />Kita tetap TIDAK akan bersama</span><br /><br /><font size="1">credits to sweetparadox.tumblr.com </font>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-14960854143870946752011-10-24T13:05:00.001+01:002011-10-24T13:07:04.807+01:00.my mother.I have come to realize, how I rely on my mother in so many things. She used to stay with me in Sheffield for about 7 weeks. In a cubicle studio. So technically we bumped into each other 24/7. <br /><br />We sleep on the same bed, we pillow talk, we went for road trip, we go ga-ga doing the online shopping, we gobble our food over some Korean/English/Malay movies, we walk in the city and the park. We did almost everything together.<br /><br />Now, my final year in Sheffield. I live with friends. I must say, happening. But, I miss her presence. <br /><br />When I'm hungry, she'll let me eat. When I'm bored, she'll say do your work/let’s walk in the park/let’s go to the city/let’s online shop again! When I want to watch movies, she’ll just join without complaining about what movie we are going to watch. When exam is coming, she’ll accompany me in the night to study. When I have my work done, especially writing thesis/reports, she’ll proofread for me. When I got cut, she’ll nag consistently to put <span style="font-style:italic;">ubat</span>. When I’m being clumsy and hit the cupboard/bed/desk, she actually hit those stuffs back as if they were being clumsy and hit me. <br /><br />I can’t wait to see you and others. Insyaallah, soon.<br /><br />To my mother, Ibu, I love you so much. You have been the most wonderful mother that a girl could ask for and I hope I have been wonderful to you too.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-43224556357687653002011-08-15T16:03:00.002+01:002011-08-15T16:07:37.651+01:00.cinta.<span style="font-style:italic;">Cinta adalah gurauan kehidupan
<br />Kadang-kadang buat kita ketawa
<br />Kadang-kadang buat kita terasa
<br />Dan gurauan yang buat kita memahami macam-macam emosi.
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<br />Kalau yang mencantikkan lukisan adalah warna
<br />Maka yang mencantikkan kehidupan adalah cinta.</span>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-55491334522879300502011-07-11T05:29:00.002+01:002011-07-11T05:31:32.559+01:00.rambut sama hitam, hati lain-lain.If you are concern about your <span style="font-style:italic;">rakyat</span>, why not be one of us and learn what we feel. Rather than having not even quarter of the <span style="font-style:italic;">rakyat</span> to make fuss in the heart of KL. <br /><br />And if I may ask, does the people you gather have the same intention to be called united? Because I saw children too. Shameful.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-67044752029104723542011-05-27T18:34:00.003+01:002011-05-27T18:45:09.777+01:00.oh hello.Hello all. I have totally abandoned my blog. For some reason. No. I forgot I have a blog. Smirk. Well, it's exam weeks. Just finished a paper and have another two to go. <br /><br />Abah is here, visiting. He came down from Oslo and going back to Malaysia tomorrow which is Saturday. At least, I am no longer a home sick person. Lol. It's good to see him.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm not feeling very well. Since early May. Had some problems with my health. Should have taken good care of myself rather than just doing the overload works. <br /><br />BUT, despite the health issues and exams, managed to organize a trip to Italy, right after exam! <span style="font-weight:bold;">London-Rome-Venice-Verona-Milan.</span> Nice ay? Yeah then will head back to London to meet my beloved families and off we go to Brussels and Amsterdam. Hee so excited. Currently busy planning to get a US visa for next summer vacation, New York maybe. Planning to go Spain this coming winter. And any other time for German, Switzerland and Austria. Then I will think about going to the Eastern Europe. "Wahh spending money like you earn them," said Abah. What can I do, you give me money, I spend for travelling expenses. Better than to shop, right? At least I get to see the world. Grin.<br /><br />Okay, going to watch Maharaja Lawak and rest. Talk to you soon okay. xDira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-48886638215237232982011-05-10T00:03:00.003+01:002011-05-10T00:05:28.050+01:00.out of topic.It ain't easy to love. <br />But when you have got one for yourself, <br />Learn how to keep it safe and sound in your heart. <br /><br />Truthfully, I am pissed. Bye.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-18665349305744366642011-04-21T12:47:00.001+01:002011-04-21T12:48:49.145+01:00.russian roulette.<span style="font-style:italic;">And you can see my heart beating<br />You can see it through my chest<br />That I'm terrified <br />But I'm not leaving<br />I know that I must pass this test<br />So just pull the trigger.</span>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-75146115428399880792011-04-14T19:20:00.001+01:002011-04-14T19:22:39.964+01:00.tahun itu.Tahun itu,<br />Tahun akan datang.<br />Tahun itu,<br />Tahun yang aku tunggu-tunggu.<br />Tahun itu,<br />Berakhirlah status aku sebagai pelajar.<br />Tahun itu juga,<br />Mungkin tahun aku menjejakkan kaki ke alam kerja.<br /><br />Tahun itu,<br />Tanggungjawab pada diri sendiri bertambah. <br />Tahun itu,<br />Aku mula mencari duit untuk disimpan.<br />Tahun itu,<br />Mulalah aku mencari teman.<br />Tahun itu,<br />Mungkin bibit-bibit cinta mula terbit.<br />Tahun itu juga,<br />Makin bertambah anak-anak buahku.<br /><br />Tahun itu,<br />Tahun 2012.<br />Tahun aku mendapat ijazah.<br />Tahun aku memulakan alam baru.<br /><br />Tahun seterusnya?<br />Nanti-nanti lah aku fikirkan.<br /><br /><font size="2">.ditulis dengan perasaan yang senget.</font>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-82455217073473250202011-03-24T08:12:00.004+00:002011-03-24T08:29:13.119+00:00.i'm 22.Yeay. I am officially a busy person. Ha ha wth? Well had my birthday on March 22nd. Well since it was on Tuesday, I had to go for weekly design meeting which ends at 4 p.m. Not so cool ay? Right. I went home and chill. Not chill, I actually had to do works, plenty of them.
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<br />Around 6 ish, my friends called for a birthday dinner. Just 3 minutes walk from my place. It's an Italian restaurant called Piccolos. I supposed the chef was crying in the kitchen by looking at how we had the food. We, Malaysians, we want more sauce because the taste was too plain. Also, we shared our food. :)
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<br />After my birthday dinner, we all went to Octagon centre and watched some dance training for International Cultural Event. Sat there for awhile and felt lonely. Of course, this is Dira talking. I always feel lonely at times like these. Birthday! I usually cut birthday cake with my family. So right after the dance training, I went home. And sleep. Grin. Not so much on my birthday eh?
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<br />Wait, haven't done yet. I went to Meadowhall yesterday. Went shopping. Shoes and hoodies. I just wanted to spend money and buy something for myself too. And today, I am so tired that I woke up at 6.30 a.m. Now, I think I'm gonna take shower and get ready for 11 o'clock class. Smirk.
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<br />And thank you for all of the birthday wishes. Love.
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<br /><center><font size="1">.mind my writing.</font>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-87404390997954752122011-03-15T01:49:00.001+00:002011-03-15T01:49:50.034+00:00.redundant.Ops. Submission is on Friday. Have I started anything yet? Oh yes I did. Everything is in progress and the fact that I work in the Information Commons, that is something really new to me. I like it. <br /><br />But really need to go shopping, brain is fried from every aspect. Need to vent.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-60887945787137083282011-03-10T16:56:00.004+00:002011-03-10T17:00:40.425+00:00.jealousy.<span style="font-style:italic;">Something just happened. And all I could think of is jealousy and the fact that people don't like to see others happy. They'd rather have their heart torn than share the happiness.</span><br /><br />I’m having one of the best moments in life. I know there are many past moments as memorable, but this one, I would say I kinda waiting for it. Long.<br /><br />Despite all the work loads, I’m able to put myself outside my comfort zone with the sweetest smile. That sounds corny. These works, I’m not bothered, not at all. I know what I want to do. I have my schedule and I know I start late, but still, in track. <br /><br />Yes, I’ve drifted a bit from the root story. Anyway, yeah I don’t understand why people would come up with tremendous ideas to pull me or someone down. Should use the ideas for better things, right? <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">You know, I don’t care what you want to say about me, but spend some time to take a look at yourself in the mirror, and have a thought about what you said about me. </span>Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-5896871303437675922011-03-05T14:21:00.000+00:002011-03-05T14:22:28.438+00:00.march.I have a good start in March. I really do. Hopefully this will last long. Cheers!Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-39555105176945435232011-02-27T19:56:00.002+00:002011-02-27T20:00:42.575+00:00.home.The place I called home. Yeah it’s my home sweet home. My home, that is not comparable. Full of love. Full of loving people too. I’ve stayed in Shah Alam since I was 10 years old. So, I went to the primary and secondary schools nearby my house. Stayed at that house for at least 11 years. Just last year we moved to a new house. <br /><br />Well, here in Sheffield too. I have a home with a bunch of people who makes me laugh and cry together. They are absolutely amazing people. <br /><br />You know, I have come to realize that there is another home that always welcomes me with warmth. And smile. Weird? No. It’s just that I always feel this when I step into the house. (you have 3 in total now? grin.)<br /> <br />It’s true that we have not been seeing for some times. But whenever, WHENEVER I go over, always the same treatment. When I was little until now, a grown up. How nice to be treated that way. Which home I’m talking about? Heh I shall keep that to myself. Just want to surprise myself for what will happen in five years time. Will it be the same as it is now? Hopefully.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-59802752761893447832011-02-22T22:33:00.002+00:002011-02-22T22:37:50.304+00:00.written under the influence of heart and mind.<span style="font-style:italic;">Finally had my wrap for dinner. Thanks to Zatesa. You are amazing. :)</span><br /><br />Well, I am just writing this just to kill time. I have class at ten tomorrow and that is the only class on Wednesday. Planning something, maybe shopping or movie, and of course I thought of going for netball training in the afternoon but that depends on my hands’ condition. Bengkak dengan rate yang pantas. Can’t bend my wrist properly so maybe giving them a rest until Thursday. <br /><br />So, you have anything in mind what I could do tomorrow? I was thinking to catch up with my previous lectures, but I think that would be a little too ‘heavy’. Heh. <br /><br />Also, I’m wondering if you talked too much about your feelings, will it go away some time later.<br /><br />Ah. This heart loves to come up with stuffs. Let mind do the writing. <br /><br />Oh finally found a house for seven people. It looks more like a bank though. Ha ha. Ground floor has 3 en-suite bedrooms and first floor with 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. But! They are not connected. And it takes 15 minutes to go to class unless take the tram that would be less than 5 minutes of course! Still, haven’t decided yet. Maybe will confirm with the owner at the end of this week. <br /><br />Hmm ok lah. I want to do something else. I have got nothing to write. <br /><br />Actually, I’ve got my results, and Alhamdulillah the results were okay. :) see, I just don’t want to write about this because my tutor said so many things like:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">You should give a pat on your back<br />You did good<br />Congratulate yourself!<br />You know, next year you will have to work harder. <-- not expecting this though.. <br /></span><br />Hahah Mike Rennison, he’s a very cool tutor. Thanks Mike!Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-57827408758429551212011-02-21T16:16:00.001+00:002011-02-21T16:19:19.965+00:00.james blunt.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rfDsnDy6r2iJGOwZPzaNQMnnnxs9LYZ0IEReukRmf-aRMbm_p6RTRFV11mHr9PkGg2ZV1B6PoMlK6WRdepvNEZe8bMPxmVv5TzyN-yKTruADUxP5caAA6qIb-QXZjFKUZOw1b7LnlB6W/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rfDsnDy6r2iJGOwZPzaNQMnnnxs9LYZ0IEReukRmf-aRMbm_p6RTRFV11mHr9PkGg2ZV1B6PoMlK6WRdepvNEZe8bMPxmVv5TzyN-yKTruADUxP5caAA6qIb-QXZjFKUZOw1b7LnlB6W/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576177669962940914" /></a><center>Yes, I went to his live performance in Sheffield last Saturday. He was brilliant!! Love love love!Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915020332718738192.post-6562954061400598602011-02-17T14:46:00.000+00:002011-02-17T14:47:10.878+00:00.what-so-ever.Weird. They are all adults. Acting like none. Selfish.Dira Azmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15813349026420212371noreply@blogger.com2