I'm a very lucky girl. And i'll tell you why.

This morning is the 2nd day of raya and I went to work like a makcik siput with 3 bags just because I have to get ready for jalan raya after my radio show.
In all the hassle, I had lost my phone on my way to work.

No wonder I had this heart palpitation all morning.
Do you guys have this thing? This sense of premonition that you cannot explain. In fact while I was walking through radio gate, the palpitation got so strong that I felt like vomiting. I felt giddy and sick.
I told my self that the moment I reached conty, I'm going to call home to check on my mom.

When I reached conty, I felt something and so when I was about to reach my phone and call my mom, BAM!

That was the thing that my heart was trying to tell me. I lost my phone. I rummaged all of my 3 bags. Called my phone and couldnt find it. So many things were going through my mind, if I lost this phone I can't wait for iPhone 5 anymore and gotta get another phone, but wait I have too much contacts in that phone I cant lose it, my parents are going to kill me for being so careless, I am going to kill me for being careless.

So I decided to be mature and act like an adult. I contacted ComfortCab and reported my lost phone. I can't remember the colour of the taxi let alone the plate no.But I gave the other details like a lost and found pro. I gave the destinations, the very last 44 cents of my cab fare, the very minute that I dropped from the cab. And I would have totally included how the passenger (me) sported an ugly senget ponytail so that the cabbie has a clearer description.

The operator was SO good. She gave me a report no. And within minutes she called me back and said she found the taxi driver that probably has my handphone. Alhamdulillah! BUT the thing was he didnt find anything in the backseat. No phone. Nothing.

How can that be? Where else could my phone be? I definitely knew he wasn't lying else he wouldn't have stopped his cab and checked the backseat thrice for me. So I pleaded for the cabbie's no to talk to him personally. And he insisted there was no iPhone in his cab. I thanked Mr Neo profuse and hanged up. My mind was racing thinking of all possibilities. It couldn't be at home cos I had made a call in the cab. Unless I dropped it on the pavement. Nah. Cannot be. Oh my god. Did i??

So I ran in my full baju kurung gear. Yes, that was running by my standard. Ran all the way out to radio gate. And out there on the road, I saw nothing and my heart sank. But I refused to give up. I waled along the kerb and saw a black thing glistening in the sunlight. And there it was my iPhone in its full glory.

I am so lucky. This was not the first time I lost my phone and got it back.

I am such a lucky girl.

So right now that I have completed this post, I am going to sujud syukur and email to ComfortCab to thank Mr Neo.


lots of love and for-god's-sake-stop-being-careless,
Fiza

Outfit Of The Day (OOTD) 1 August 2012

I shall not even begin to describe when was my last post.
I have mentioned countless of times how I hardly can find time to upload my blog and tell my life stories. Therefore here I am deciding that i should just post pictures of my outfits or products that I receive from sponsors or current products that I love.

So, today all of us at break fasted together with all of the Muslims in MediaCorp. And I couldnt figure out what to wear as I was late for work.

And so it happened that I grabbed this furry top that I got from Korea last year.
Unlike other furry tops that I own that I bought from Singapore, this one is ultra soft and super comfy.
I had many people commenting on my top and asking whether it's too warm and causes itchiness.
And I had to make the girls who come to me touch the actual fabric of my top so that they can feel how soft it really feels.

 I absolutely love the material. However with that said, this top is not recommended for outdoor activities. Just saying. And I love the tassles by the way!

And my earrings today, the Eiffel Tower!


And that's the end of my 1st outfit of the day post.
Otherwise I can go on and on about how much I will want to go Paris and see the Eiffel tower and whatever irrelevant stuff that has nothing to do with my earrings.



lots of love and shopping,
fiza

I think I'm ugly?

Some teenage girls have approached me and told me their problems with their self-esteem. Truth is, I grew up with so many insecurities too.
My hair was always frizzy while my classmates had the shiniest, smoothest straight hair effortlessly. Or another girl with curls will have her hair up in a super cute manner. They looked chic while I look like, well I look like I was going to school.
I was always one of the shortest if not the shortest one in my class. I envy those long-legged girls who make the pinafore and running shorts look so good.
I was scrawny and burnt and never pretty. So I'd be lying if I say all those never affected me. It did.


But despite all those, I was happy cos I have awesome girlfriends. I had so many friends during secondary school days I don't know why. There were a couple of times I had to bring home my birthday presents over a span of 3 days because it was difficult bringing all at once when taking the bus home. I had so many friends despite me looking like that. So I deduce maybe because I'm funny, because I laugh a lot, because I don't mind looking funny or maybe because I don't pose a threat to the girls in the looks department. Or maybe i am blessed to have the girls' girl chromosome.

Going back on track. You know what girls, for those of you who love comparing yourself against the incredibly gorgeous girls, don't ever think their lives are perfect. That they are bouncing happily with the lustrous hair, perfect skin and gorgeous face. They have their own insecurities too as I found out later in life. They have their issues too. So I gather, my advice to you is to make the best of what you have.  Look inside you and work it.

Being in the industry for a while now, I realise we might not be the prettiest, the ones with the longest legs, the slimmest, the most gifted, the most whatever whatever, but what we can do for ourselves is to work hard
Well, yes, we have to work harder. A lot more harder. But the success attained with your hard work is sweeter and you'll appreciate it better. It'll help you not to take life for granted. You want it, you work it.

So my girls, u can come out of life challenges and shortcomings unscathed and say, Hey so what if I'm not the prettiest or the one with the hot boyfriend, I work harder and I'll last longer.

Hope i made you feel better.


Lots of love and hugs,
Fiza O

I think i might just be an over-achiever. And I'll tell u why.

I think i might just be an over-achiever. And I'll tell u why.

In my third last post I had lamented on my horrible self, how I have been ignoring my blog for 2 months.
And u know what, my last post was in dec 2011.
2011???!!! And now it's gonna be April 2012 any moment. It's more than 3 months that I've not blogged!
Even worse than the previous time.
Like oh my god Fiza.
Why? Why? Why?
I ignored my blog AGAIN. I can go on explaining and reasoning how busy I am with work. Swarmed with numerous things on my checklist. Yada yada. Which is true. But I have been very disappointed in myself. I can't remember when was the last time I visited the gym and ran. I dont even know where I put my running shoes. And ive not blogged about so many things that i wanted to talk about. My lipsticks, my suicide-shoes, awesome jackets, great food, endless. But no. I've not shared All that! And if there's a steady thing in my life, it's my weight.
It's steadily rising. I swear.

Ok ok back to me being an over-achiever. I bet most have have been so turned off by the headline and already calling me a snob. And whatever whatever. Eh chill lah. That's why you have to read the entire blogpost.
Well, I'm an over-achiever because I love to beat my own records. And that includes this. Beating the length of time that I ignored this blog. This is the longest I've not written for my blog. Almost 4 months!
U know what, I think silently I'm perfecting the art of procrastination.
And I am getting better at it.
Like really good at it.
Afterall, i am an over-achiever.


Lots of love and no more chocolates for me,
Fiza O