Last Night, I Laughed till 3am

On MSN with Siti and Didi:

Upon seeing my MSN profile picture (me jumping off a couch)

Siti: Eh tir.. telanjang kah gambar mu ani?

Me: Behapa tah ku kan betelanjang? Hahahha

Siti: Mana tau kau tesliur

Didi: Melumpat lagi tu!!

Later on in the conversation:

Didi: Gitau tia pasal limau ah.
Siti: Tir tau kau sudah apa erti Limau?

Me: entah.. apa? Oren?

Siti: Salah!!!

Me: Apa tah?

Siti: Tigau campur duau

Earlier that night with Syazee and Liza:

While watching TV8's ad search for a VJ.

Liza: We're too old to audition. 18 - 25 only lah.

Me: Hey, I can be 20 and you 23

Syazee: You guys should get fake IDs

HAHAHAHAH LOL!!!

Bah agatah kamu menjual kacang.
Apa erti Limau?
kweng kweng..

The Kutir,
xoxoxox

The broke & the Shopping

Mix like oil & water. *sigh*
As usual, am procratinating work by hanging out at Liza's and now, browsing through ebay. I have the strongest urge to go shopping. But, I'm with the financial crunch on the monetary front.

A girl can dream and browse ebay. It's free too.
(in my warped mind, I've bought 5 tops, 3 vintage Dior bags, 2 new Oroton purses andddd.... a 24-inch-waist super skinny jeans.. yes, I'm a 24 in my imagination)

I wrote this limerick a few weeks ago, after watching Santa Clause3. I don't know, but father time and mother nature both give me the creeps. So unassuming, yet volatile:

Father Time and Mother Nature,

naught much but made-up potent wicked creatures.

For he - all knowing and wise - in time would wither us down

And she – pretty as rainbows - would crumble earth if scorned.

And should the two combine, Oh, what would be our future?

(Perhaps, but blackened ashes in the ground.)

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Note to self.

Sometimes, I forget to say thank you. Forget to reminisce and appreciate. Forget that the people I care are, like myself, only human. Forget that to forgive is also to start clean. And I forget, that hardships act as a gentle reminder to correct ourselves.

I'm glad I have a hand to hold.
& people I love who love me too.
xoxoxox

Oh, Doctor!

1.00pm:
Dizzy and out of breath
1.30pm:
Practically gasping for breath after climbing just 3 flights of stairs
2.15pm:
Felt on the verge of blacking out, airways felt constricted.

*At this point I panicked and rushed to see a doctor. Bronchitis? Pneumonia? Collapsed lung?*

At the clinic..

Doctor:
The assistant says you cannot breathe properly? do you have asthma?

Me:
*shakes head*

Doctor:
Okay... *Takes out stethoscope and starts listening to me breathe*
Hmm... *brings stethoscope to my upper abdominal area and listens for a very long time*

Me:
*bangang* (where are my lungs? Have they collapsed and laid lifeless down there?)

Doctor:
*frowns* Girl!!! Please don't skip meals ah. You must eat properly. Actually your lungs cannot take in much air because your stomach expanded... because there's so much trapped gas. Your gastric isvery bad! You must eat!

Me:
I eat more than 3 times a day. And I cannot feel the gastric pain.

Doctor:
Yea, you cannot feel the pain... Even worse, you just cannot breathe.
You better start eating, no need always diet diet. Just eat!

Me:
Okay, I'll try making it 8 meals a day instead of just 6.

Me thinks it might be stress giving me gas (hey, it rhymes) hahha...

so remember kids:

NO NEED DIET DIET!!! JUST EAT!!
xoxoxox

I Make Party Hats Rock

Mari mengeja bersama Kutir:

S.U.L, sul.... T.A.N, tan.
Apa itu murid murid?

Yes, at 26, I still make party hats to wear as a diversion from my crappy as stale bread Malaysian History presentation on colonisation and the Malayan Union.
But, atleast my rendition of a sultan's crown looks kinda neat
(and god knows it was a hellota fun to make compared to my drama presentation)


Keh keh keh.. one presentation down, 2 to go.
This calls for more party hats!!

*Royal Wave*
xoxoxox

Headaches, Weird Dreams and High Stress Levels

I think these three are interconnected. Stress gives you headache, you pop in a dozen pain killers, and you get weird dreams.



I've not had one so vivid and real as last night:



Instead of continuing my studies in KL, I was somehow back in Melbourne living at the house I used to live in, 1/115 Riversdale Rd. Hawthorn.

I drive an old beat up red Toyota Corolla, and I bring my stuffed dead cat (Ain) with me everywhere (I told you it's weird).



One cold winter night, I decided to go to Coles to do a late night grocery run. So off i went in my car, driving happily, petting the dead cat when suddenly i could feel its heart beating and body warming up. I stopped the car and watched a dead cat come back to life.



And come back to life she did!!



Guess what was the first thing I did?


.... Well, I quickly added cat food and kitty litter to my shopping list!





Isn't it weird?


And just to clear things out.. NO, I DID NOT STUFF MY DEAD CAT. hahahha


But I do miss her :)

Me and Ain, Hari Raya 2007

I DREAM

To end my tears

of echoing emptiness.

To stop my fears

of failure and worthlessness.

To shun from the hate

In her eyes and in their eyes,

from the hollowness of my fate

Escape my daily cries.

The battle of the unloved.

Our screams unheard

I dream...

of being loved

-Hadthiah Hazair-

It's 10am and I just got back from a night out with Wani, who's in KL for a business trip.

It was nice to catch up again over girly chats, giggles, exquisite middle eastern dinner, business talk, belly dancing performance, creepy HBO movie and just plain good company.

Sometimes we forget the good times we've shared with someone until we relive it again.

Wani (L) and I, during our Business reporting days together. :)

Much Love,

T

xoxoxo

SHTRESHEDDDDDDDD...

*pulls hair*
*drinks coffee*

It's almost 7am and little miss Hazair hasn't a wink of sleep.
Noserrie Ma'am!!!

Got class in 2 hrs, so little miss H needs more caffeine in her system.


OH!! I am stressed... really, truly, depressedly stressed.

WHY?

I had to re-do a WHOLE portfolio.

BECAUSE I LOST MY PENDRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A portfolio done over a spread of ten days, squeezed into 8 hours...

To rub salt to injury, the little miss has 3 presentations to complete over the weekends.

JUST SHOOT ME!!!

*Pulls more hair*

Look who's in town!!!

It's Little Miss Kay, ofcourse!!

After class yesterday, off I went to see Kay.. who was put up in grand style at the Marriot. And in turn, treated me in equal style to Planet Hollywood. Thank you for bagels and dinner, Kay!!

As an ending note, I took a great photo of Kay under the LV boutique logo outside Marriot. I just wanted you all to know that.

But...

I'm too lazy to nick it off her facebook. hahahha.

China's 'M' Crisis...

In PR class yesterday -

Lecturer:

Can you imagine being at the forefront trying to rectify a crisis as huge as China's "M" crisis?

Class:

.... *quiet* ....

Lecturer:

Do you know what the 'M' crisis is??

Mei Anne:

MONEY!!!

Lecturer:

Do all chinese assume M is for money? It's Melamine crisis lah!

Aaah, the beauty of racial harmony.

Only Asians can laugh at Asian racial jokes w/o feeling insulted.

I love being Asian!!! hahahhaha LOL. Because M afterall, is for money.

Ooohh.. I'm looking forward to next weekend. Not only would the bulk of my assignments be over with, but I'm also scheduled (insyaAllah) to meet Hana in Singapore for a makan-makan holiday! YEAYYYYY....

Aren't we a happy bunch? We are! We are!
Much Love,

T

World's Best Procrastinator

One of the more precious rarer moments - apartment's recreational park serenely desserted - yesterday unfolded a truly spectacular lazy, rainy sunday afternoon.

So peaceful was my Sunday, my assignments took a back seat too.

I am afterall, the world's best procrastinator. Truly.

This cute poem is from Harold & Kumar

(for MY number three)

Square Root Of Three

I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun,

as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! Just what is this I see,

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg-

Morning, Morning Glories!

Aaaa.. I feel crisp and new today. My viral gastroenteritis' better *ewwww*
.. and my mind is clearer from all that sleep i had yesterday (and the purging might've helped a little as well).

Here's a "cute" twist to a not-so-chirpy Business News agenda:

Iceland for sale on E-bay!! And bids are starting from 99p.
Hahah, mind you, should you be the winning bidder, the financial environment is somewhat rocky.

Last friday its has already reached 10 million pounds!!!

Okay, maybe it's poor taste to be laughing, what with Iceland facing national bankcruptcy and what not ---

“No more caviar and brut champagne,” moaned Haukur Magnusson, a contributor to The Reykjavik Grapevine, a popular alternative weekly magazine. “No more imported Kobe beef and foie gras. We are once more at the mercy of our Icelandic fish, which come in three categories: dried, salted and rotted.” (-Watts R, The Sunday Times. Oct 12, 2008-)

Well, let's pray not. It'd be sad to see one of the world's wealthiest nation fall into the grasps of the financial recession.

Ayat Ayat Cinta

Aku ingin menjadi yang halal buat mu. Yang kau kecup kening nya... Yang kau hapuskan airmata nya.

-Dalam sepucuk surat buat Farhi, Ayat Ayat Cinta-

I've always thought Soal Hati and Pretty Woman were the all time best love stories. I was wrong.

Indah nya cinta dalam Islam...

*sigh*

A more private piece.

Personal Jihad

I am not

strong enough
not good enough, just,

never enough.

My sobs, always hushed

hidden by dim moonlit nights

my attempts, always

blinded

by Borneoan sunshine -

bright and raw

scathingly hot.

Attempts that are just never enough.

Attempts that will never see

when night

will bring dancing starlights

and day

the smell of Borneoan soil rejoicing in sun.

I am not

strong enough,
to stop -

trying, crying, praying -

these attempts

for as long as this heart beats.

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Festivities are a reason to ... (part 1)

... Flaunt our inner camera-whores.

And dont u dare deny it!

Photos taken by various ppl and their cameras during hari raya.

Kaka & I @ home first day of Syawal

House numero uno 2nd Syawal - Kaka Meta's

With the hostess with the mostest - Zimah's open house

Sayang & I posing (well, I was anyway)

3rd Syawal started off with Kaka slaving off in the kitchen for our open house

With Mr & Mrs Kurapak :)

Qilah

My boys

The adorable Xit and her not-so-adorable Zaky *hee hee*

My colleagues from BT were the first to come for the open house. But, I was in such a daze, I forgot to take photos.

Thanks for a memorable Syawal 2008.

Back to Uni

in roughly 18 hrs time, I'd be sitting in Lecture Theatre 1, making sure that my seat is well hidden from the lecturer's view so i could doze off to lala land and back.

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO canteen food.

SO LOONGGGGG raya open house binges.

Flight leaves in 3 hrs. Would you like to trade places?

Alhamdulillah, the raya this year was great, albeit quiet. I loved every single inch and kgs I gained (roughly 2.5kgs and 100000000 inches).

Mostly, I loved being back and spending stolen moments with him. :)

Will post raya photos once I get back to my apartment in KL.. am gonna savour what's left of my Raya here for now.

*waves*

Hari Raya...

Hari Yang Muliaa~
~Semoga kita~ Berjumpa lagi~
Di hari~ yang Muliaa inii~~
Selamat, selamat~~ Harii~ Rayaa~

As much as i'd love to take credit for how lovely this turned out to be, it is the tukang jaga ayam's idea and handywork - also affectionately known as my little brother - si A'An.

Lights off

A'An: "Kak, cantik kan kalo gini?"

And some pictures from yesterday...

Me and kaka before heading off to Nini Boy's

Zimah @ nini boy's

InsyaAllah, will post up more Raya pics after my open house tomorrow. Hope I'll see some of you guys :)

Mohon maaf zahir & batin,
T
xoxo

Hello October.

Many of my dearest and closest celebrate their birthday this month.

OCTOBER BABIES

As October creeps slowly,
all but ten months late.
Babies born on libran's horn
into the arms of October's grace.
Said to grow in justice's path
wise and wittiful
clear and beautiful.
Strumming heart strings of
the lion's child.
Friend, muse
roaring amused.
Amazing 'tis, how true
the beauty they posses.
When the tenth moon shyly smiles,
the lion child purrs aloud

a show to greet her October babies
all that their hearts desire.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

Happy birthday Reena, Hana, Rohanni and Shaheeb. I love you guys much. Didoakan murah rezki dan diberkati Allah selalu.

xoxox