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>>>>> last month before pindah Nai dtg umah ngan member dia. borak2 punya borak, last2 dpt tau Sarah rumate dia tu dulu junior kakak aku kat SM Sains Dungun

>>>>> before nak pindah keje ada new guy replace me as LA kat Meda. Turns out dia graduate UTM n kenal member baik aku time praktikel dulu, si "wargaJB" yg upenya dah bertunang skang. N upanya dia penah praktikel kat Landart n kenal mr Phua yg hensem ituss. ahaha.

>>>>> pindah umah baru dok ngan junior2 aku time kat uni dulu. upenya Kak Sal ousemate aku tu penah praktikel kat EDC yg sorang akak LA kat situ merupakan isteri pada senior aku cik Nizam yg juge merupakan kontraktor projek yg aku hendel kat Meda manakala adik beliau (cik Nizam) merupekan member aku fidah yg praktikel masa aku kat Aroma. huargh haha

>>>>> pindah tempat keje baru, si rashidi opismate aku merangkap Pojek Coordinator turns out to be rumate cik JOE lecturer merangkap supervisor Studio 4 aku kat UPM wahahaha.

>>>>> jumpa ngan si Apai (aku telah melunaskan janji aku utk meletakkan nama ko dlm blog aku hehehek:P) dengan tunangnya Zety upa2nya tunangnyer tersebut satu matrik ngan aku kat Pilah dulu n bestfren pada cik Waney dak maktab. hekhek

>>>>> Peti surat depan umah aku (menerusi perbincangan heart to heart talk mlm td pas tgk My Team lwn Malaysia) tu upanya2 sedara ngan The Holy Grail yg disebut2 dlm citer the Da Vinci Code merangkap sepupu pada anak sedara makcik jual goreng pisang kat belakang umah Fatihanim.

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These past few months i’ve notice changes about myself. The slow transitional phase in which you didnt realize you’re changing until you’re well over your head under, you pause, slap your head and say "darn, im getting old!". Thankfully, its  slow and steady enough to not make me freak out. This slow changes are, i guess, came with getting old the elapse of time. Here are a few of them that came to mind (in no particular order) hehe :-

1. start listening to MIx.fm rather than Hitz.fm. too loud. too loud.
2. start calling the akak goreng pisang "adik"
3. went to visit a fren with a baby dat other day, and the toddler starts calling me "auntie" instead of "kakak" huhuk…
4. though still religiously bought cleo every month, start looking/buying other stuff too..esp women’s weekly, pengantin (?) and impiana. And when browse through the entertainment magazine, the hot, young, new artistes featured all borne after 1987…five years after you
5. sleep earlier and earlier each night. now i pass out before the clock hit 12.
6. gradualy prefer pants than jeans, office wardrobe than casual gear.
7. have at least 10  lipstick of various colors…instead of one nude color gloss two years ago
8. start hunting for great handbags, a particular item in which just a couple of years ago an utter no-no in my closet
9. start washing my laundry thrice a week instead of once a week (thats a major change, believe me!)
10. start having a planned budget each months, with thoughts of investment, property ownership and 10 years plan

But the biggest change of all is feeling more and more relax and in peace with myself each day. Not trying so hard to prove myself anymore. Or taking offences in every single thing people said about me. Or talking too much that i hurt other people feeling with my words. Or letting my emotions get the better of me (well atleast most times, i hope).  Feeling comfortable enough to be alone and standing on my own two feet.

I am working in a construction industry where i have to go to high rise construction site filled with contruction  workers (who look at you as if they havent eaten for months and you’re a roasted chicken) and have meetings where I am the only lady (dont forget to mention that I’m the only malay, plus I’m only 150 cm and 41 kg fat, and that I have only 1 year experience and that I wear tudung) among veteran professional chinese men, but alhamdulillah it doesnt intimidate me. I accept that I am a woman, inexperience and have many faults but  I embrace my imperfectness thinking I”ve been blessed with Allah for everything in life. I have a good health, great job, great man by my side.

A few years back, i got an anonymous msg from an unknown number during my birthday. I dont know who sent it, but it something about wishing me to become more mature along with the additional digit in my age. He (i’m guessing it was a he) gave endearment and "i-miss-you"…but stated how he hoped i’ll be more mature (which i think implied that he really liked me but i’m too childish for him huahua!!). I never knew who sent me that msg but if you’re reading it now,i just wanna say thank you, and i truly hope for the same too. The road to maturity is a long and winding journey, but dare I say I’m packed and ready to reach the final stop. 

1. Start singing Koleksi Lagu Jiwang/Tangkap Leleh/Tangkap Lentok whenever a girl sits within 10 feet radius from u. The more sengau u sound, the better. Imagine u r singing in Malaysian Idol, and she’s Simon Cowel (ops dat would be American Idol). Songs from Spring, Achik Spin n Awie is dem hot!!! Take a cue from her body languange..if she’s squirming in discomfort…that’s encouragement to louden the speakerbox!! (i just had this experience while going to dinner alone yesterday)

2. Wear a ray-ban (or it’s RM5.00 imitator) at night time and pretend u r Neo from The Matrix Trilogy. Never mind if u tripped on that curb because of the lackness of visual abilities. Bounce right back and pretend you are fending off the bad guys. Ray bans are macho, guys. Remember the time when you were wearing one n everyone turned to stare at you? No, no they were not looking because they’re amused with u wearing the shades when it’s raining, they were actually in awed as you are the most HAndsOme creature ever glides on this forsaken land….NOT!

3. Wistles and catcalls are the way into a woman’s heart. Whenever you see a girl walking down the street, dont forget to shout at her direction and honk your car a couple of times. Leery words such as "nak gi mana tu dik…" or "sorang jek…nak tumpang?" or "berat tak beg tu dik…nak abg bawakkan?" are great ways of greetings. Or else stick to the cliche " Assalamualaikum dek…tak jawab dosa."  It really shows your real personality. The sheer rude disrespectful personality. We loved it so much feel like wanna throw a brick or two at your windscreen.

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i have lots more to list down but got no time to do so now. maybe in another time. this is basically taken from my own experience and hundreds more ladies had the same…i believe. i wish guys knew how obnoxious they can be.. sometimes. i know most of my guy frenz are real gentleman..but i’ve met a lot who are not. no offence guys!