Doo.Bye.

I just got back from Dubai a few days ago. Dubai, the land which possesses the tallest building in the world, the only 7 star hotel in the world, the only palm jumeirah in the world, the only island of the world in the world (lol), well you get the point, all things mega and elite.

Well, I highly recommend Dubai. First, they have these amazing buildings and development (put the crisis out of the equation, it has nothing to do with going there for holiday), if you love watching Discovery on Mega Builders, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the buildings.

Second, they have nice and clean beaches, creek and toilet. I’m impressed with their cleanliness. Even the toilet at the campsite of the Desert Safari is clean (and it’s in the middle of the desert). By the way, Desert Safari is a MUST. Dune bashing (providing you have a crazy driver) was superrrr fun!

Third, if you are a souvenir hunter (or even a shopper of any kind) you’ll have plenty of choices. The souks, the malls (they have plenty of malls!) and they have this place called Global Village every winter where there are shops from all around the world (unfortunately Malaysia doesn’t represent anything Malaysian at all!*sigh*). It’s a shopping haven, especially when they have sales.

Overall, if you want a place where you are in the city, near the beach, near the desert, go to Dubai. Oh, and go during winter, it’s a very nice weather, you don’t want to burn yourself in the summer.

Beware of the drivers though. They are crazy.

Okay, back to the real world. Though I wish I can go on my next vacation soon (or maybe I will.LOL).



Desert Safari...I wish to go to the African Safari next =)

P/S: People usually dread coming back to work because of the workload but I always feel the opposite. Empty shells need to be filled before it cracks.

The world is not FLAT.

Who can tell me what is the remedy of being miserable?
1. Daydreaming your life is something completely different from what it is now (that includes watching movies, E (freaking) channel, series that portrays life of rich and beautiful, travel and living channel) which eventually will depress you even more.
2. Channel that negativity into positivity with words of motivations (like you can do it! *yada yada*)
3. Watch football (Manchester United). If they win, miseries gone for a while, if they lose it’ll add up, but a risk worth taking.
4. Pray.

Miseries, go away. Maybe the best way to eliminate them is to take a bold step and walk away from the cause of miseries. I wish it is that easy. Oh yeah, watch Oprah, it’ll help (The fact Oprah will end next year is depressing). Say NO to MISERY.

Lol.

The Moon.

I’ve watched New Moon. Yes, the movie that has been over publicized worldwide. I know it would turn out to be corny, but not to the extent I felt like all the corniest lines are being used in this movie alone. Don’t expect werewolves versus vampires actions here, it’s nearly non-existent.

I don’t get it why the movie is so famous. Maybe I don’t read the book, so the chance is the movie is so erroneously forked out from the book, or simply teenagers (or even adults) love the idea of forbidden love and find them fascinating. Yes, the idea is intriguing but the movie is filled with cheesy lines. I don’t mind love story, I love some of them, but to combine every possible love expression in one movie is too much.

There’s one thing I like though. That Jacob guy was quite hot. Tall, muscular and dark, my kind of guy. Pity he’s too young for me to have crush on. LOL. Oh yeah, maybe that’s why it’s a craze worldwide. They just find beautiful and mysterious (more like troubled, Edward Cullen looks like he’s sick) people and combine them together, voila, you got yourself a box office movies. People are still shallow anyway.

I crave for a movie I could watch over and over again (like Armageddon) and be affected by its story.

Hiatus from Blogging.

I haven’t written in AGES. As in a month plus. What if your ambition once is to become a journalist but you can’t even keep your blog updated, does that means you don’t really want to become a journalist? Maybe the idea of journalism fascinates you, but when you are really given the job, you don’t really like them? (Fact: I’m nowhere in journalism. Mind you, I’m talking between the lines here).

Anyways, the guys at the office are reading my blog (particularly ONE guy, he keeps quoting me. LOL), so I have to be careful on what I write here. But when people read my blog and praise it (or quoting it) it gives me those flowery feeling (like when people puji you pretty, you think you can become a model. But in real life, people likes to flatter just to make you feel good, or because they praise everyone. So stop daydreaming you can become a model!). But writing is different right? If more than certain amounts of people think you can write, then you should write right?

Too many questions. Too little time (or privacy even) to start writing or continue writing fiction, non-fiction etc. I have a probable title for my probable book: Diary of a Female Engineer in a (Dog eat Dog) Male Dominated World. How does that sounds? Catchy? Lame. I wish I can meet Richard Branson (out of topic).

Toodles~

P/S : Job is making me cringes. I hate being discriminated. Or being called a TRAINEE. Duh.

The Real World Part 1

“Earth to Neera!” She’s snapped. “So what’s with the day dream mode? It’s only 10 am in the morning,” say the busybody colleague. “My boss gives me permission to do this all day today. It’s for my KPI,” she replied sarcastically. Quickly, she turns her back on the busybody colleague; put her headphone on before she hears any comeback remarks. Listening to Muse’s Time Is Running Out, she goes back to her dreamland mode, where people are all smiles, sun is shining all day long, the ocean is as bluerer as ever….” “NEERAAAA!!!!My office!NOW!” The echoes were ringing so loud in her ear she swears she could be deaf. Behind her, the busybody colleague, who took off her headphone was wearing the smuggest look which can beat Kanye West hands down. Walking non-hastily towards her MAJESTY office (she considers all people with higher ranks should be addressed that way because they way they act, they could give the Briton’s royalties a run for their money).

Upon entering the office, she recalled the number of times she was summoned to the office. One, for being 10 minutes late to the office for 3 days in a row (she was being called tardy and undisciplined. What about the extra 2 hours she stayed for the whole 3 months of the project? Guess Her Majesty had a memory of a golden fish, reminded her of that fish from Nemo). Two, she had a row with Her Majesty right hand man (a.k.a the world ultimate employer’s suck up) due to her action of not wanting to contribute in helping him arranging the Majesty’s sweet (more like grumpy) 40 birthday bash. When you are 40, unmarried and have a personality of a lion, you can only rely to those who worship you in order to get raise, allowances and maybe seize away the throne from you one day. But it’s a bargain to some people, who would scoop down to a level where their dignity is nearly non existent in order to get what they want. That second time she was being called rude and volatile (this came from someone whose shouts and screams could beat Mariah Carey’s six octave range). The other times were due to reasons she could not really defined but maybe due to hormonal imbalance the Majesty was experiencing during those times.

This time, she knows what she wants to say. She will say it loud and proud. She opens her mouth, after those times of being patient, as silence is virtue, she blurts it out, “I quit,” the same time she hears something impossible coming out from the Majesty shrilly voice, “I want to talk about your promotion.” “What??? What?? The ends from the two voices collide, creating the atmosphere of confusion. “You’re quitting??” “You want to promote me??” She tries to detract all her muscles back to its original location, to put on a straight face. “I was about to but not anymore of course. Andy was right. You give up too easily.” The face is as cold as the statement. Andy. The right man. The glory hunter. She should have seen that coming. Before opening up her mouth in protest, the Majesty shouts again, “Andy, darling, you’ve got the job! Reena gave up just like you say she would!”

Across the board, Andy, the busybody colleague and the tea lady, all having different reactions. Andy, with his devilish grin and satisfaction, the busybody colleague with I-told you-so look and the tea lady, with her sad eyes, the truly one person without the act of hypocrisy in the office.
She wants to say so many things out of rage, but all she does is stomp out the room, smash the door, took some things from her desk, hug the tea lady and give a stare she hope would pierce Andy’s heart and kill him on the spot. Walking out of the building, she felt both relief and regret. What if she didn’t say anything just now? She would get the promotion she had deserved, she could prove to the world that stays true to yourself paid off eventually but it didn’t happen. Real world sucks. And cruel. Putting back her headphones on, she listens to Jason Mraz Live High in hope of escaping the predicament she’s in.

And she’s off to the dreamland again.

Mari Berangan!

Suddenly I’m excited!
I know the prospect is very so nottt bright, but who knows, God wants to endow me with Luck and Fortune so I could, maybe, have a chance of dreaming this dream.

Screw metaphore.

People, please go to the below link and enter the draw ok! And please don’t forget to put my email in one of your mates (as a courtesy I told you about the draw / competition). It’s hi_zzzz@yahoo com or zainur.azwin.mokhtar@gmail.com!

Maybe if I don’t get it, one of you might!!!! Aminnn =p (Haha, berangan giler :P).

The link:

http://www.islandreefjob.com/best-experience/landing.php?cmpid=275

P/S : I sooo envy that guy. He definitely has THE BEST JOB in the world!

Life. Never Easy.

It’s been quite sometimes.

I have graduated officially, it was an event which had its bittersweet moments, but definitely I would miss everything / everyone who impacted my life the whole 5 years I was there.

Then, sweet times relished itself with the return of someone dear to my heart. It was short, but it just made me realize how your feeling could really be defined when absence do makes heart grows fonder.

Unfortunately, life is nothing like happily ever after.

I am being tested with a HUGE test unlike the ones I took in UTP. No textbook can help me with this, but as my mom says, God opens 12 doors during this Ramadhan, so I really hope God opens the door that holds a key to my future and happiness. Before I end my serious post, here’s something to ponder upon in this Holy month.

Once Moosa (AS) asked Allah Subhaana’O’Ta’ala: You have granted me the honor and privilege of talking to YOU directly, Have YOU given this privilege to any other person?

Allah Ta’ala replied, O!!Moosa, during the last period I am going to send an Ummat, who will be the Ummat of Muhammad (SAW) with dry lips, parched tongues, emaciated body with eyes sunken deep into their sockets, with livers dry and stomachs suffering the pangs of hunger will call out to ME (In dua) they will be much closer to me than you O Moosa!

While you speak to me there are 70000 veils between you and me but at the time of Iftaar there will not be a single veil between me and the fasting Ummat of Muhammad (SAW) O!! Moosa I have taken upon myself the responsibility that at the time of Iftaar I will never refuse the dua of a fasting person!