View From My Open Window

So... I'd just came back from meeting a friend. He's a new friend, someone I'd just known bout 2 days ago. We're basically working in the same company, its just that he based in different location.

For the past 2 days he'd been calling me about 4-5 times a day and he sounded pretty eager to know me though I did told him I'm currently in relationship. I'm ok with people that wants to make friends with me, but I got a bit of issue with people who seems too eager like this guy. And more irony, he has a pakistani heritage... which is not much diff with the one I'm involving with at the moment.

For the past 2 days, what I know about him... he's 26 years old, youngest of 3 siblings, pretty caring, religious wise pretty ok, quite friendly, another mommy's boy and born-raise in KL. And other that we talk about the business.

Decided to meet up at a diner near my house, my first impression about this guy... hurm, he look pretty ok. He kinda look like Edika Yusof (picture), a malay actor back in the 90's. Only slight much more pakistani spice on his features. And his nose, oh no... like Dave's. Hahahha. Talk about this Dave, I feel pretty bad on meeting this 'new friend'... not that he need to give any consent but I do feel like a little betraying on the other half. I know I shouldn't be so serious about this, I'm not... but still... somehow if the other half had been treating and respecting us nicely, of course we will do the same thing, vice versa. And due to the respect, I feel pretty bad.

But... the meeting aint so great. To be honest I rather sit at home and watch tv or rambling in internet. He's an ok guy, but from the body language and at the rate of his going... I believe he can be pretty cocky and he smokes which is so not my preference. And the most demerit point of all, eye contacts. He lacks of it, like major lacks of it. Due to that he lose to my boyfriend on eye contacts, at least the first time I went out with Dave his eyes were constantly look into my eyes and yet after 7 months we still can stare at each others eyes, deeply. Yes, it may sound pretty corny, but I do think eye contacts are pretty necessary, regardless to anyone u talk to; your teacher, your student, your friend, your enemy, your boss, your employee, your butcher, your client, your doctor, your patient, your family and the list goes on... unless if you talk via online or on the phone. A word is a word, but a word expressed upon the sincerity of the eyes will allow the words spoken to reach the minds of those they are spoken too. This is why eyes contact is important. I did not realize the essential of it, until today. Ironically there is an old English Proverb quote: the eyes are the window to the soul .

Dude, after this let just talk about business from now on.

Isnt she the cutest? Her name is Eva Lestari binti Azlan Rudy, the first born of proud parents, Rudy and Intan. Born on last Wednesday, 26/8/09 at 5.50am and weight at 2.86kg. A very healthy and pretty child. Just look at her hair... so thick and black and.. loads of hair! Awwww....! She's so adorable!

Congratulation to Papa Shuvit and Mommy Shuvit on the newborn Baby Shuvit. Hahaha. Eva will be as beautiful as you both, may God bless all of you.

p.s: photo credits to Rudy. cant resist for this photo... its too cute.

Good afternoon earth links!

Haha, i barely update my blogs in the afternoon ever since I got myself a job last Feb. But oh well...

So I woke up this morning with a tummy unfit and a hell lot of lazy-ness as it had been raining since last night... or afternoon? Been out of the bathroom and felt limb (and lazy)... I spent 45 mins lying on my bed thinking to MC or not to MC. Its a fact that this Monday is a public holiday thus we're gonna have a slight longer weekend off. But anyhow, its also a fact that quite a number of ppl will take today so at least they will have 4 days off instead of 3.

And I bet I'm gonna get a hell lot of cranky calls today.. so.. since my mood today arent their best, might as well we prevent it from making it ever worst. Thus, a quick call to tell I'm taking an MC and a trip to the clinic.

Doc said my tummy is active, meaning diarrhea in coming. Thus, a valid medicine with a valid MC.

Gosh... at least I'm not faking on my sick leave. =D

Its Ramadhan again!

I'd been quite jolted with this coming Ramadhan, most probably because this the first Ramadhan in my working era. Ya know, its different from the time u were studying last time. Plus, I'd been quite berlagak towards this entire year since last year managed to fast the whole month without a day skipped! Hahaha

So... today is the 1st Ramadhan eve, been stuffed myself with choki-choki and ice-cream ever since I got back from work. Haha, dont know why I my sweet buds kicking in tonight. What ever.. its a total bliss, owhkay!

After choked myself with chocolates n ice-cream... 10pm and I decided to take my bath. Yea, I realize.. I'm prone to take my bath pretty late these days. Bad habit. So, back to the story... I'm about to take my bath when suddenly I dont feel so right with myself...

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Alamak....

.... officially my puasa tak penuh this year. Adeh.... so much for the excitement. This is pretty depressing.

This is to save a person's soul from my blabs.

For a start, this was how my morning like today...

.... amboi mak minah sayang, mak minah kaki temberaaaang... (the alarm clock from my phone)

Me: alamak, its already Monday.... i wish today is Sunday... I am so lazy to go to work~!

Still... semi sleepy, to look at the phone...

Me: Oh yeah, today is Sunday. Zzzzzzzz......

After a short nap, I got up again.. in my semi-conscious-ness take shower and get ready to breakfast with my dad.

To be honest with you, this morning I still have the hangover from the med I took yesterday... oh.. hv i told u I had a fever since last Friday? After got back from an event at my working place, I was at the the top notch of my exhaustness... my muscles were aching, i had cough for the past 2 days since I strained my vocal much for the 2 weeks, and I have a temperature of 38.6. But still, with all my will after dinner I went and collect my CPU all the way in Sec 2 and actually assembled and update all the software for the sake of the peace in this house in the next day. And the next day I was forced to go to the hospital since I look like hell. But dont worry, it wasnt H1N1... its just a normal fatigue. And still.. I'd been quarantine in my room for 24 hours.

So.. where were we? Ah.. we were talking about how unproductive my Sunday like today. My mom gave me a strict order not to go out, not to do chores like cooking, or baking or carrying stuffs. Yea, u got it right... I'm still in quarantine, only this time in the house. So I practically spent my whole morning and afternoon watching tv, until I got so sick of watching Keeping Up With Kardashian marathon (not saying the marathon is boring, but I've seen it quite couple of times already... but seriously, thats the only show I can watch since nothing much interesting show in my cable tv during the weekend) and got up hearing one round of Hollywood Undead's album and another round of Imran Ajmain's latest album. After that I spent my evening reading novel for couple of chapters until its time for dinner.
After dinner, another round of watching tv since 'Journey to The Center of The Earth' already aired on HBO. Then, here I am... blabbing bout how unproductive my day like today which I spent by watching TV, reading and listening to music the whole day.

Hurm, in second thought... it actually sounded like a perfect relax weekend. Why the heck it still feel pretty unproductive to me?

.... and the meds already take charge, I'm signing off. Roger and out!

This what kids write for their karangan these days.... owh....
Haha... kids says the darndest things! And more ironic... usually its true. Hahahah~!

So... the hullabaloo regarding marriage had been spreading in my life like how H1N1 had been an epidemic to the whole world these days. People kept bringing this issue up maybe because I already turn 23, as my mom got married to my daddy at that age 24 years ago (oh this coming 10/8/09 would be their anniversary btw). Its killing me in a way....

• My mom wish I found my 'jodoh' before 25, which is... 2 years from now?!
• My grandmom also brought this issue up last weekend.
• Well, more my friends are getting married these days (or at least got engaged or more or less on the way) and I'm like... me?!
• Dave told me on his so-called plan last Saturday of moving to UK next year, and since I'm leaving too... he got a plan in his mind for us to stay together and get married there. (which I replied with a laugh but deep down I was scared to death)
• Regarding the first matter I had asked Farid to send in the proposal (masuk meminang) to satisfy my mom's wicked wish (haha, it was suppose to be a joke btw)... which I totally forgot that he's still studying.

• I'd been questioned everybody, how the person know he's the ONE for you? And most of the answers would be... 'you just know'. Hello... you left me puzzled still.
• I dont have a confident to run a family, I dont even have a confident to run my own life... how would ppl expect me to run a family then?
• Will be sorry to my future husband pertaining to my health issue.
• I'd been linger in Kak Shue's separation case these days, she'd been happily married for 5 years... suddenly his husband found another bitch few months ago and now he treat Kak Shue like some sort of garbage. Damn parasite, the husband is.
• Most daughters would like to have a husband similar to his father's persona, not in my case. Read my lips... I do not want to have a husband like my father.