Dancing Through Words

Friday, November 20, 2009

Let me be frank.

I have been trying to find ways to terminate my blog but I really don't know how so this is it (lol).. My goodbye.

Long story short, graduation wasn't THAT bad. I felt really proud of myself when Mom sent me a text from the other hall telling me I have made her the happiest Mom on earth. Everything was after all.. for you, Mom. :)

So now I think it's ME time. I've had enough bull to deal with and now I've had my rest. MORE THAN ENOUGH. A little too much actually. Play time is definitely over!! *smacks my head-and again!*

I promise to dedicate myself to Rhodec and graduate with a Professional Diploma in Interior Design in 2012. Despite all this fuss about the big twenty-twelve-end-of-the-world-fiasco, that WILL be my year. And I hope to be able to continue studying towards a degree in ID in the States. There you go, I'm putting it out there for the universe to react.

I have many MANY goals but at the end of the day, I just really hope to be happy at whatever it is that I'm doing. It could be opening up my diner (somebody stole that idea already! pfft), or my own pizza parlour, a kids art center perhaps, maybe even my own ID firm.. I just honestly want to be able to enjoy it.

If you hadn't notice already, I actually see myself as an entrepreneur. Business woman. Lady boss. Hahaha.. Call it whatever you want but really, I want to own something. I want something I could call mine. So people, pleeeeease stop asking me why I spent 4 years obtaining my BBA and only now pursuing Interior Design which will probably take another 4. My answer is pretty simple, it's because I WANT TO. Happy?

Unfortunately, I have been lagging study-wise. I am sooooooooooooooooo slow. I really need to get my life back on track. Been so out of it lately, it's stupendously ridiculous. I hate myself for this. Hate hate hate. I hate that I stay up all night, and I hate sleeping all day. I hate that I don't exercise anymore. I hate that I eat like a hog. I hate how my skin is flaring up. So that last one is an endless battle but anyway... I hate the me I have to face in the middle of the night when the rest of the world is quiet. For example, right now. It's 6am and I am "partially" awake (hi Jules! *wink) so I really am just typing whatever is at the top of my head. Sorry if I'm not making any sense.

On the contrary, I have days when I feel completely satisfied. :)
Dancing has always been my outlet and to have the privilege of sharing what used to be my private getaway with the people I love is just liberating. I have honestly been having awesome fun with the Talent Hub crew. I love them so much, I feel that they are my second family and the studio is my second home. I love how I can just leave everything at the front door and enter feeling nothing but joy.

Life has its ups and downs, I know that. And I do believe in balance. I just need to find that balance.

So bear with me.
From this second on, I am focusing on only what is important.
I have no more time to waste. The clock is ticking.
Deal with it, Nadia.

Alright then.. I guess I have finally come to the end of DTW. No more posts from today onwards. You can delete me from your list now. Bye-bye.

I apologize for my typo errors, poor grammar, low level of vocab, uninteresting stories, etc etc.

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen goodbyeeeeee....

HAH! You think you can get rid of me THAT easily?? Lol.

My life will elevate towards something much more interesting than what I can share with you now, so just wait.
Peace! :)

5:43 AM

Friday, October 23, 2009

This is (not) it.

In about 20 minutes, today will end. Meaning, tomorrow arrives. The date, 24th of October 2009.
It's significant because it's the date of my convocation.
Yeap!
Finally, after four years of insert-any-suitable-word-here (wink), I am at last being stripped off my student status. Weehoo!

BUT WHY DO I FEEL LIKE......... shit?

Why am I not even slightly excited? Why do I feel forced to attend? Why is the robe making me nauseous? WHY!??

I mean, I am proud of myself. Really, I am. I've said it many times before that I am grateful for everything that I've gone through. I am glad that I did what I had to do. I am feeling good about graduating. I am aware that no matter what happens to me, NOBODY will be able to take away my certificate. I am forever in debt to those who have helped me get here. I am extremely thankful.

I AM!

*ponders*

Blimey, so now we're back to square one.
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE SHIT?

Anyway, negativity pushed aside (as faaaaaaaaaaar as possible)..
I congratulate my class BMBF6A as we are all troopers for completing our degree.
Clap clap clap! :D

My only hope for tomorrow is that nobody trips and fall flat on their faces/asses/knees.
ALL THE BEST!

By the way, I really wish that this could've been a better pre-graduation entry. Oh well. I is a big fat loser. :p

11:43 PM

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Event of the Year!!!

*click on poster for larger view*

My Street Jam class will be performing TWO amazing routines so call me for tickets!!! :)
or you could contact Fiona at 016-2858353/email:ask@talenthub.com.my.

Would love for all of you to be there. Do come and show your support, and please pass the word on to all your friends!

Hope to see you there!

6:30 PM

Oh, what a night!

Today started off to be dull and uninteresting. Had 4 open houses to attend but it didn’t seem possible for me to go to any as I didn’t have access to a car. Pfft.

I didn’t even go to the TTW workshop! Instead I just stayed home watching the tutorials & the live stream from the Dataran. Yes peeps! TTW Shah Alam will be broadcasting LIVE online. ;)

My phone died last night so it has been off till this afternoon and when I finally turned it on I had 7 missed calls! Woops. Omar called 5 times just to ask me if I wanted him to pick me up to go to Aizek’s open house. Omar, the thoughtful one. Lol.

So he did pick me up. The plan was for him to send me back home after Aizek’s so I could drive myself to Maam’s house in KK. However along the way, he volunteered to drive me himself. I agreed because I thought it would be much safer to be driven to an unknown place late at night. Obviously! *best decision made today!*

But little did I know of the little adventure we would be experiencing.

We left Aizek’s at about 8.40pm. When we settled on the detour to Maam’s, I realized I didn’t jot down her address. Smartypantsme!

But hellooo, we all have cell phones so I texted her. No reply. As we were turning into KK (9pm), I decided to give her a ring. Reached her voicemail. Called her again, voicemail. Same goes for the third time. I knew she had typed her address on FB so we opted to find a WiFi connection. Went to McD, no WiFi. Like, what!?

Anyway, drove around the block and parked in front of a CC. Turned on the iPod and whoopee there was a connection from the cafe next door. Lifesaver! (or so we thought!)

Got her address, and copied it onto my phone just in case. We then drove around with eyes wide open for road signs. Couldn’t see any so we stopped at a guard house and asked for directions. He said the address doesn’t exist. Erh?

I was slightly dumbfounded but we kept on driving despite what the Pakcik had told us. Found a Shell station and Omar said that the staff looked like he should be able to tell us what we needed to know. So he went to this Abang and they both started walking off towards a big map on the side of the station. There are maps at Shell! I didn’t know that!! Lol. Omar then came back to the car feeling ever so confident about the whereabouts of our destination. He shifted to first gear and off we went. We kept driving further and further into the darkness and after passing empty buildings and warehouses it finally hit him that we were going towards the wrong direction. Oh great. We were on a long straight dim lighted road in the middle of nowhere when my mind begun imagining zombies knocking on the window (yeah I tend to do that a lot). The area we were in freaked me out. And as though being completely lost wasn't bad enough, we both needed to pee real bad. Drove back to where we came from, explored unfamiliar roads here and there and found ourselves halting at another guard house. Very trial-and-error-esque. This Pakcik actually took his time to use his walkie-talkie to refer to his fellow guardmates. And guess what? NO SUCH ADDRESS. Creeeeeepy!

I tried calling my BELOVED Maam a few more times but much to my dismay, no answer. So basically, we were two blindfolded chickens. (internal joke; CHICKEN! ROFL). We were determined to find this place no matter how long it would take us, so we asked a third guard and he simply replied “tak tahu”. I loved his honesty.

The car was running out of fuel, skidded the tyres TWICE; at the SAME-FRIGGIN-SPOT, mistaken Canal Gardens for Me: Canai Gardens, Omar: Anal Gardens hahahahah.... and at one point (after almost 2 hours in the car) I started laughing. I just couldn’t stop and I had no idea why!

And at THAT appropriate second, Maam fiiiiiinally called me back.

I will NEVER EVER forget this. 93LEFT. That was all it took to get to her house! Pfft!

and then, I LOST IT. Every thing I saw or heard made me burst into a tummy twisting laughter. Even Omar started laughing! It was completely hilarious!!

It turns out that she has misled us by accidently typing the wrong address (haha) and was apparently away from her phone as she was busy entertaining her guests. Aah well, things like that happen all the time. I still love her to bits. :p

The most important thing is that we got there. We arrived!!! Even if it did take us 2 hours, I’m really glad we went. I’m very thankful for the fascinating, horrifying yet enjoyable adventure. Twas kinda fun, no?

Again, WHAT. A. NIGHT. Loved it! :)

So that Ladies and Gents, is the end of my story and I shall retire to my chamber now. *big loud ugly yawn* I hereby apologize for every grammatical error, misspelling and pure pointlessness. I'm exhausted!

Psst: The drive back home lasted less than 20 minutes. I know right...

5:03 AM

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I Didn't Know My Own Strength

..is the title of one of my favourite songs on Whitney Houston's new album. ;)

I haven't been blogging. I know. Sorry. *apologetic smile*

Sooooooooooooooo many things happened within these last few weeks but I'm not even bothered to think about the past.. Not' bovvered!

As I am too excited for the future.
The future is better. Always better. :)

Today was amazing! I woke up feeling unbelievably positive. I felt as if today was going to be a wonderful day and oh boy, was I right. SPOT ON.

In the simplest way possible, I'm going to Beyonce's concert for FREE. Muaahaha. And if you hear anything about a flash mob at the show, you know who will be participating. ;)

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!

Right, moving on.. I am also told (today!) that I'm going to the one event I've been anticipating for YEARS; JAVAJAZZ FESTIVAL! OMG. OMG. OMG. I am hoping to see Tony Bennet, David Foster, Adele, Corrine Bailey Rae, BB King, Tompi, and Malique & D'Essentials. HEAVENNNNNN.... :D

I can't wipe this silly smile off my face.

Oh you think that's it? No no nooo....... :)
Datuk gave me my first graduation present!!! So sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. I love my Gramps. So much. Beyond words. :')

GASP! THE FACT THAT MY CONVOCATION IS IN 2 WEEKS TIME IS JUST.. Unbelievable!!!

You see how I am overwhelmed by all this?

And one more thing, haha NO I'm not done yet.
I might be getting the phone I've been wanting. Cross yer fingers for me! LOL.

I'm just so very grateful for all the little things that made me smile today. Thanks everyone. If you saw me today then I'm talking about you. Wink.

The best thing about today was the joy I felt, the joy I'm still feeling. I'm just happy.
So I went to the mirror and said "I love you". :)

After my "depression period", today really meant a lot to me. Alhamdulillah.

1:30 AM

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Love Story

A few days ago I had to pick up Datuk and Nenek for iftar @ Sakura Fuji. :D

But that wasn't the best part of the night.

I drove the 'Long V' while Aidi sat in the passenger's seat.
We arrived at their condo, and waited for them in the car.
As soon as they got out of the lift, Aidi stepped out to help the gramps and as usual, asked Datuk to sit in front.
But Datuk said no.

Nenek was already halfway into the car when he grabbed her arm and said
"I want to sit with my........ Heroine."

I swear. Tears.
(disguised by laughter, but still..)

Nenek didn't even scoot to the other side.
She just sat in the middle.
Arm in arm, together.
With her Hero.

3:04 AM

Friday, September 11, 2009

Overdue!

Now, where do I begin?

*thinks back..wayyyy back*

Busy! Yes! I was busy with the preparation of Datuk & Neneks SURPRISE 60^th anniversary party. I know right? SIXTY!!!! (I will never get there..sigh)

It was an absolutely wonderful 2 weeks. Babah came back from Syria (with Iman!!), Paw, Maw and Andi flew from Brussels and PapaTeh&Family took a week off to come back to the mainland. :D

And that meant.. All 7 siblings (M&Gs) were in ONE country at the same time! This seriously never happens. The last time we were all together was 10 years ago before my family left for England so it was indeed momentous.

The planning took place in basically 2 countries. Us in Malaysia and Mastermind-Maw in the land of chocolates aka Belgium. Maw took care of the performances while we were in charge of selecting the venue, menu, guest list etc.

The venue was fantastically perfect! I loved it! Everybody loved it! We held it at VillaMay in Section 7. Google it!

It’s safe to say that for that one whole week (prior to the event) we were having meetings and rehearsals every day. There were tonnes to be done! Posters, invitations, door gifts, yadayada, and most importantly our outfits! Lol. We’ve set the theme to YELLOW as it was Nenek’s favourite colour (since forever) so everybody was aware of that. We didn’t even need to inform the guests and most still arrived in yellow.

The day of the surprise: We told Gramps that we were all going out for dinner since everyone was back. They didn’t suspect anything lah. Bbbbbut, Datuk said that ManU was playing that night and knowing him, he’d skip anything (and I mean ANYTHING) to watch ManU’s match on telly so we told him that there was a huge screen where we were having dinner. Which was actually very true, we just didn’t show the game. :p

I really don’t know how to describe that night in words. It was just.. wonderful (to say the least). They were surprised, we had fun, we were all happy. My heart was beaming with all my family members around me smiling, laughing, singing and yeah, happy tears were shed too. I seriously love each and every one of them and I am ever so grateful to have been born into such an amazing bunch of people. I’ll now let the photos do the talking. DIAMONDS.

After the big shebam, PawMaw&D had another week before they had to go back to Chocoland. Boo! Babah and Iman were also going back. Before the trio. Bigger Boo! Oh, PapaTeh’s clan left earlier!!! Rawr. So we made the best of our time left together before goodbyes were forcefully made..and then 7 became 4. Back to normal. :(

I took days to recuperate from that “holiday”. I was awfully sleep-deprived and exhausted. Thank goodness I had nothing to do so sleeping became my hobby. Hah. In addition, it’s also Ramadhan so sleeping became a lot easier. lol.

Oh! aaaand........ I fell ill.

Totally was a Sicko for 5 whole days! It started with a sore throat which was caused by the inflammation of my tonsils. Tonsils led to a fever so I went to visit a Doctor (Doc 1) and she gave me pain killers, lozenges and a gargle-liquid-thing(?). Received an unpleasant surprise the very next day.. GASTRIC. Must’ve been those darn painkillers! But Mom blamed my no-carbs diet so off we went to see Doc 2. He prescribed me a liquid solution for the gas (which was quite yummy btw I finished the whole bottle!) and pills for the stomach ache. From that visit on, I had to eat carbs. Sigh. However, (I’m not done yet!) the tonsils nor the stomach got better. Not-at-all! So Mom being Mom, we went to see Doc 3. Now she was smarter than the others cause I didn’t need to tell her where my pain was, she knew. Yay Doc 3! She prescribed me Antibiotics (I don’t know why the previous 2 didn’t) and my sickness gradually went away. I honestly have not experienced that amount of pain in my life. Ever! It doesn’t seem so bad in words but my tonsils were literally touching my tongue(eew!), my gastric was so ghastly that my chest and back experienced colossal pain. I couldn’t sleep since I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t even get up from my bed. Plus, I had to skip dance class!!! Rawr! What a horrid experience that was.

My August was definitely bittersweet. I guess God would’ve balanced it out sooner or later. I prefer the former so nope, not complaining. :)

Right, here I go again. It’s 5am and I’m still awake. Should sleep soon. Body is aaaaaaaaaaching thanks to TEACHER VIVIAN aka our beloved torturer/abuser. She has managed to make us stand on our heads, shoulders, hands, and whatever her evil mind can think of. Nonetheless I love her to death. Even if she’s the one who kills me. Gahh.

Yawwwn.. Few more sentences.

1. I live for wednesdays! I can't wait for our show! :D

2. I thank Gigi for my self-written-and-composed song.

3. I scored 90% on my first test! I was born to be an Interior Designer! :p

4. Sweet dreams! xx

3:57 AM