Senangnya la Sangat...

Dari dulu sampai sekarang. Dari cikgu, teacher, tutor mahupun lecturer. Aim aku. Sikit-sikit. Nadiah, awak faham? Nadiah, ada soalan?. Dey, macam takde orang lain. Aku mula memang inesen tak tau ape pasal aku senang jadi mangsa. Till.. This teacher of mine tegur saya.

Nadiah ni kalau tak faham ke, faham ke, ada soalan ke, konpius ke, semua nyer tertayang kat muka eh...

Ex-boss, kawan-kawan, makcik2..;
Awak ni muka kecik tapi ekspresi beribu... 
(kecik ker....)

Kawan-kawan;
Kau kalau suke ke, tak suke ke, obvious giler kan muke kau. 


Head of Department (terkini);
Nadiah ni kalau tak faham mesti dia stare je kan.. 

Sia. Baru aku tahu. Kalau seorang je ckp macam tu takpe. Ni kalau da nearly everyone kata,.... ini hal serius.

Mulut aku boleh tipu.
Body languange aku boleh tipu.
Facial expression aku.........
Macam mana nak tipu ni..                              

So kalau aku tak boleh nak tenguk mata kau ke.
Faham-faham je la...
Bukan benci.

Pokerface.
Bak sini!

Kau rase???

In this current office. Aku, ye aku seorang single. Available tu lain cerite. Nak kate aku available, tak sangat. Masih pening nak mengatur langkah hidup. Tapi yang buat aku rase, serius rase macam budak underage.

Mereka: Eh kau umur berapa?
Aku: 23. Kenapa?
Mereka: Eish muda nya. Dari matriks ke? Ni nak kene panggil adik ke?
Aku: Tak muda mana pun. Ha-ah. Ha.ha.ha. *gelak bodo* (dlm hati 'tk payah nak adik sgt la kan')

Muda lain cerita. Mereka pun takde la tue mana. Setakat majoriti 25-26. Majoriti perempuan. Maksudnya? Hati-hati bai. Kuat gosip n grouping. Aku pun tak berapa suka sebenarnya kalau banyak sangat kaum hawa ni. Perempuan kalau da jumpe geng al-maklumla. Kalau gosip kosong takpe. Ni kalau ade yang hobi dia simpan pisau aleh-aleh belakang kau berdarah?. Tu tak masuk g yang sikap lumrah perempuan yang tak boleh tenguk orang lebih, mahupun lebih senang dengan staf lelaki? Bahaya. Bahaya.

So aku? Seperti biasa atas pagar aku duduk. Lepak dengan yang lebih berumur lagi best. Profesional. Matang. Dan minima kan potensi untuk belakang aku berdarah. HAHA. Tongong betul. Bersangka baik sudah.

Kalau aku underage. Mereka tu ape? Baby? Adoyyy... Typical perempuan seyh.

Day 30: Who are you?

Woahhhhhh finally the final day of the 30 Days!! Waseyh took long time enough. Its just im so forgetful about this challenge la kawan-kawan.

Who Am I?
I am an extraordinary girl who stuck in this common world and has been trying to seek some uncommon things to happen in her life.

Haha. You wish la beb.

Kidding kidding...

I don't know how to describe myself since i still in the progress in acknowledge myself. Pity. Have to build more confidence in myself. Too ambil mudah in everything. Less care in people's impression on myself. When i went out. Prefer to go by myself. Unsocialize? Maybe. Seriously I have to change myself all over again.

Again? Cuz Me in the past is seriously is the totally different me. You don't know. And you won't know. I has been suppressing that memory of me. Manage? Yeah. That is why if you ask me how was my childhood, I have no idea. Lost. Not all but just a pieces of it still i remember. Like, i cried so much cuz i hate school and I don't want to go to school unless this teacher of mine teach me. Brats.

But i do remember when i change. Who break my wall. The wall that i have built so thick to prevent myself from being hurts by this cruel world. The first person who make me smile, laugh a lot. The first time i ever known laughing so hard can hurt your cheek. The first person who make my tight cheek loose. I owe you all happiness, buddy.

Now? I think i have started to build that wall again. Enough of the hurtings i ever had all this time. Childish but it is the safest way.

Smile.

ni senyum sarcastic doh

Kau aku gemuk.

Uit.. 3 weeks already. Pejam celik pejam celik. Da nak sebulan. Ape beza? Aku beza. Gemuk sia. Serius. Tak gurau. Yesterday i went to buy jeans. Sajo. Bosan. Confident. I didn't even went to try test the jeans. Sampai rumah. Arrggghhhhhh!!! Hamalakai. Kene tarik nafas dulu ye. Sia. Luckily i bought in 2 sizes. But different pattern of course. I'm not crazy enough to have more than one same clothes. 

Why?

Let me tell you.

I have been surrounded by pregnant women. Who have to eat for 2. In every hour. Sikit-sikit. 'Nadia, jom makan.' Oh memang giler tak giler.

Tapi topic perbualan memang beshh..

Advance siot.

Bertambah ilmu aku. Wahahahahaha.

Korup. Korup.

Satu Malaysia

Meaning.. cuti la weyhh.. Hahaha. Besok pagi aku balik. Naik tren. Ingat mau balik khamis petang.. Tapi habis dol. Adus my general sense of people's demand balik kampung memang fail. Itupun tinggal yang bed n breakfast je. Breakfast sendiri la dol. Bed je dia bg. Makcik aku da bising tu la beli lambat2 lg. Haha. Takpe. Katil heaven bagi aku. Semua tahu tu aku besarkan lagi tido. Makan atau tido? Tido. Stress? Tido. Lapar? Tido. Malas? Tido. Date? Tido. Maap le dear. Aku ngantok. LOL.

Itu satu. Lagi satu yang best giler pagi tadi. Dah sampai lrt. Da dapat port baik punyer parking. Tenguk-tenguk? Kasut aku boleh terbelah dua. Hah? Patah? Masalahnye bukan heels dia yang patah. (oh dia bukan spike pon nak patah2). Tengah-tengah dol. Oi ape yang aku buat kot semalam dengan kasut neh. Semalam hujan. Jalan tengah hujan boleh patah rupenye kasut. Dengan gabra menggeledah itu kereta. Nasib baikla aku jenis yang beli kasut tinggal dalam kereta. Keluar pakai selipar je. Made in Jepun? Aishh tak mampu den. 

Ok. Permulaan hari yang baik. 

 

Lain kali aku post gambo dia ye.. Tadi kelam kelibut la.... 

Fess Up.

Ok. Stop asking 'how was your work', darn it. Bored. I don't like to talk about what-am-i-doing-at-work at home. Really. I don't see the point telling those who totally have no idea on what my profession is. Or plainly not interested. YES. My work is not some fun enjoying works like club. So, don't pretend to be interested in. Unless i see that it might do you good. Then i'll share it. Selfish? NO. Its not the case of jual ikan atau jual sayur. Its just I don't prefer to talk about my job unnecessarily.

Ok. Done with the shitty confession.