Moi jeur!

*Grin*

Someone is getting married and I've the invitation card.

If you recall the Singapore visit entry, I've posted one pix with him in there. The tall, tall one. Yup. It's going to be a refreshing look at some other kind of wedding rituals. I've never attended a Hindu wedding, so this is the opportunity to do so ;)

Of course I've watched wedding rituals done in Hindustani films. During one lunch, Jane entertained us with Chinese wedding rituals. Hopefully, Jane will get married soon so I can attend a Chinese wedding pulak. Hehe. Jane, get a hint! He's young, he's charismatic, at 25 he's already a manager, and he's getting a new car this year. *bat eyelashes* Are you reading this, Jane?

Hmm. My office room of late has become the hub of bit*hing session. I stand firm and true when I tell guys can be bit*hy. For all those who are terrified of this b-word, it actually means female canine. Synonimously, it also refers to a pain-in-the-neck or tearing somebody down to pieces (or in this case, mengumpat la).

There are a lot of things they can launch into. From meetings, to policies, to individuals among them, to big boss -- everybody has a say in everything.

Lastly, hari ni ada lawatan dari SLA (hehe. tak leh habaq no... akronim utk apa) and boleh la tgk gambar yg telah dimodify ni. Bakal pengantin yg tgh b'tepuk tgn paling depan sekali ;) n aku plak jadi penjaga pintu (seperti biasa...):

... ok la. Nak gi minum dulu!

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Mejaku (II)

Walaupun bos tak de, tetiba meja aku seperti dilanda tsunami. Poom! Tgk la sendiri kat dlm gambar tu. Amik ko. Nampaknya aku tak leh nak berilek2. Tak pelah. Asalkan bos aku takde. Kalau dia ada, walaupun keje tak de, aku tetap tensen sbb dia selalu tensen. Begitulah aku sehari2.

Aisey, camane plak aku leh tersalah haribulan. Rupa2nya bnyk benda akan berlaku besok. Aku syok2 je memindahkan meeting hari ni ke besok hari sbb aku ingatkan arinih ada event penting. Rupa2nya tidak. Cess la. Memory aku dah rosak teruk. RAM dah tak leh pakai. Mana aa, nak tukar baru??
Btw, design tu dah siap n dah diforwardkan utk di 3-D kan. Koi, aku nak visual 3D tu besok jugak!!

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Seronoknya hidup. Life's wonderful.

My design tak jadi. Dah bukak Photoshop, dah bukak Illustrator, dah call up Wai to help me. Tapi tetap tak jadi.

Poning wey...

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Welcome, 2005

2005 is just a number. Is just a year. Is nothing that meaningful.

Don't get me wrong, people. I don't hate new years. I just don't think it's a big deal. So we grow older (age-wise). So there's a wrinkle or two on our face. However, some people are still considered young at heart despite these facts. Life still goes on.

The only thing that matters with each new year, is each birthday. I'm going to be 23 this year. When I was six, I couldn't imagine being 23. When I'm approaching 23, I feel no difference than when I was six. I still think chocolate rules the day, that playing see-saw and swinging high in the playground are fun. When I go for evening walks, I still look out for dandelions by the roadside to blow at the tiny stalks so the wind will carry them all away. At 23, I still do what I did when I was six (except drink from milk bottle).

Looking back, I guees that I've accomplished half of what I dreamed about when I was six:

To board an aeroplane. I used to look up on the sky and wished that I could go for a ride on a plane. Now I travel on air every time I go back.

To go to university. I wanted to go to university back then because I liked to imitate everything that my father did. 15 years later, I graduated.

To go to the land of 'mat salehs'. I had a mat saleh playmate when I was small. Though we couldn't understand each other, we still enjoyed games together. When I watched tv, I told my sister that I wanted to go their place someday. I did end up in Down Under and Cape Town years later. I still wish I could go to Europe someday.

The other half that every 6-year-olds liked to pretend would be more materialistic in nature:

To own my own car and house. Still working on that.

To have enough money to shop for my own clothes. Despite my tomboy-ish nature (I wore shorts and t-shirt instead of baju kurung on hari raya) when I was six, I used to look longingly at frilly dresses that my parents couldn't afford to buy for each daughter of theirs. So I wished that I could have my own ringgit and sen to buy my own clothes when I grow up. I liked to shop for clothes with my best friend when we got our scholarship money (ehem, apart from using the money to buy books of course!), but when I do earn my own money, I develop this ridiculous idea that money shouldn't be wasted on new clothes every time I receive my salary (Note: Ainie, there's nothing wrong in shopping for clothes every time we receive our paycheque, don't get me wrong here :p).

To go to Mecca. A six-year-old wanted to go to Mecca? Yup, for some strange reasons, I was fascinated with the age-old rituals of pilgrimage. I read children's books on Prophet (peace be upon him) and how it was in Mecca, and I thought that God is in Mecca. Six-year-old me wanted to go to the holy land, and soon-to-be-23-this-June me still hope to be there one day.

To have a grand wedding. OK, 6-year-old did wish to have a grand wedding on top of a sea cliff, wearing white gown, sauntering beneath a beautiful arch, complete with perfect weather and all else romantic stuffs a 6-year-old can imagine of. At 23, that idea changed drastically after considering how much a grand wedding would cost. Someday (Insha-Allah), I intend to get married but in a simple occasion in a mosque at home, wearing a simple wedding outfit of baju kurung (no kebaya, no matching songket, just a simple baju kurung would do) that wouldn't be outrageously expensive, and a kenduri syukur afterwards (no majlis bersanding and cake-cutting ceremony, please). The most important thing I hope, that I will get married to the man I love and would be capable to love me in return, forever.

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Woke up at 6.30 am today although last nite crashed home quite late after a girls' nite out watching scary movie and gossipping during dinner. Just sat, still under my warm blanket, blinking in the dark, trying to remember something.

Oh yeah... I'm on leave. No work. Get back to sleep. I fell back onto my pillow. Snore...

Woke up at 9.30 am. Pretty early, considering that I'm not working today. I couldn't sleep, so I just rolled off my mattress, and went to shower. Couldn't decide what to do today. We were supposed to go on a holiday - us four. Since we can't go to beaches anymore for fear of tsunami, we decided to call it off. Cancel. Now what?

Ate breakfast, chit-chatting with my two housemates who were on their day off. I still had no idea what I was supposed to do. OK, I have to fetch my bike which I'd left at my office. So around noon, I went to my office.

I entered office, chatting on the phone with Anne, wearing extremely casual (jeans & denim jacket) that everybody stared.

'Afternoon, everyone.' Cheerfully greeted everyone before heading toward's Jane's & Adri's room. Then I did the unthinkable. I decided to spend my hols. WORKING.

Yup, Carneyz the workaholic. Tsk, tsk. How pathetic. So, ciao.

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