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
Monday, August 20, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
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 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.
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
Monday, April 9, 2012
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
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
Friday, March 30, 2012
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
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
Friday, December 23, 2011
All About Azlin Ali
I miss Kak Lin so much.
She's a big sister I've never had.
She's away on maternity leave now. Tending to her 2 babies.
As I'm typing this at 3.37am in the morning, I just finished whatsapping her and updating her on my life drama. I feel that I can tell her about anything and everything. She's one of those people that I can trust my heart with. And I'm a cynic I tell u.
When I first entered radio, she was the first Dj that was on air that I met. So beautiful. Yet so fierce.
The no-nonsense female. Alamak, I thought. Habislah. How am I gonna have friends here. Little did I know, she'll be one of the most real person I will ever meet in the industry. She's so sincere and so beautiful outside and inside. I tell people all the time, how she had watched over me from the time I stepped in radio till today. She scolds me like how a big sister wants the best for her little sister. I remembered how she scolded me till I cried when she tried to snap me out of my daze while I was on air. (Btw, sidetrack : dazing is part of my life.) I'm dazed like All the time. It's not a choice of mine. It's part of my DNA perhaps.
But I've never resented her, not even once. In fact, i love her for telling me as it is. Some people love to sugarcoat their words and don't mean a thing they say. In other words, some people are hypocrites. They may address u as adik, dear, kak, sayang, sis, darling girl, whatever it is, Tapi belakang u kutok habis-habis. That's the scary people that I hope I can sniff out and avoid.
Anyway, this Azlin I tell u, is one of the most sincere ever lah. Tak pernah nak dengki ke, apa ke, envious ke. She's always so happy for me like how I'm always so happy for her.
I love her so much I remembered how I was bawling at her dais during her wedding. She, the bride, barely shed a tear or two. And there I was the non-bride, crying my eyes out. So sad and so happy my sister was finally getting married.
Oh ya aaaand she's the reason, I got better in my makeup. When I first entered radio, i had NO makeup on! This is a case of Ripley's Believe It Or Not. I don't own any makeup! I went to my radio interview sans any makeup. Now, on a sidenote, I must be really lucky that I got the job at all.
So imagine, eyeliner tak pandai, mascara tak tahu, bedak tak tahu. How like daaaat. So everytime I had an event, I'll literally leech on to Kak Lin so that she'll help me do my makeup. Manalah ada orang yang kuasa nak layan. But she did. She will be busy with work and on herself, yet she'll still do my makeup nicely. I'll always be thankful for that. So now that I've improved by leaps and bounds doing my own makeup (Pl note that I'm comparing myself against myself. Just in case, haters are on a prowl and reading this page), Kak Lin is so proud of me. She loves watching me put on my makeup. The way she watches me is like a mother watching her daughter doing standing broad jump at the Olympics. Full of love and pride. I can almost swear that she actually glowed. Next time she stares at me like that, I'll try to have it on tape.
And like most of my bff, we may not meet or talk for a looooong time. But we will pick up right from where we left. Me writing this post reminds me of how much I miss her.
BTW, This post dedicated to her should have been done eons ago. But better be late then never right. Thank u Kak Lin. You know I love you.
Lots of love, lippies and mascara,
Fiza
She's a big sister I've never had.
She's away on maternity leave now. Tending to her 2 babies.
As I'm typing this at 3.37am in the morning, I just finished whatsapping her and updating her on my life drama. I feel that I can tell her about anything and everything. She's one of those people that I can trust my heart with. And I'm a cynic I tell u.
Azlin Ali, Me & Na-nain (kak lin's first son)
When I first entered radio, she was the first Dj that was on air that I met. So beautiful. Yet so fierce.
The no-nonsense female. Alamak, I thought. Habislah. How am I gonna have friends here. Little did I know, she'll be one of the most real person I will ever meet in the industry. She's so sincere and so beautiful outside and inside. I tell people all the time, how she had watched over me from the time I stepped in radio till today. She scolds me like how a big sister wants the best for her little sister. I remembered how she scolded me till I cried when she tried to snap me out of my daze while I was on air. (Btw, sidetrack : dazing is part of my life.) I'm dazed like All the time. It's not a choice of mine. It's part of my DNA perhaps.
But I've never resented her, not even once. In fact, i love her for telling me as it is. Some people love to sugarcoat their words and don't mean a thing they say. In other words, some people are hypocrites. They may address u as adik, dear, kak, sayang, sis, darling girl, whatever it is, Tapi belakang u kutok habis-habis. That's the scary people that I hope I can sniff out and avoid.
Anyway, this Azlin I tell u, is one of the most sincere ever lah. Tak pernah nak dengki ke, apa ke, envious ke. She's always so happy for me like how I'm always so happy for her.
I love her so much I remembered how I was bawling at her dais during her wedding. She, the bride, barely shed a tear or two. And there I was the non-bride, crying my eyes out. So sad and so happy my sister was finally getting married.
Oh ya aaaand she's the reason, I got better in my makeup. When I first entered radio, i had NO makeup on! This is a case of Ripley's Believe It Or Not. I don't own any makeup! I went to my radio interview sans any makeup. Now, on a sidenote, I must be really lucky that I got the job at all.
So imagine, eyeliner tak pandai, mascara tak tahu, bedak tak tahu. How like daaaat. So everytime I had an event, I'll literally leech on to Kak Lin so that she'll help me do my makeup. Manalah ada orang yang kuasa nak layan. But she did. She will be busy with work and on herself, yet she'll still do my makeup nicely. I'll always be thankful for that. So now that I've improved by leaps and bounds doing my own makeup (Pl note that I'm comparing myself against myself. Just in case, haters are on a prowl and reading this page), Kak Lin is so proud of me. She loves watching me put on my makeup. The way she watches me is like a mother watching her daughter doing standing broad jump at the Olympics. Full of love and pride. I can almost swear that she actually glowed. Next time she stares at me like that, I'll try to have it on tape.
And like most of my bff, we may not meet or talk for a looooong time. But we will pick up right from where we left. Me writing this post reminds me of how much I miss her.
BTW, This post dedicated to her should have been done eons ago. But better be late then never right. Thank u Kak Lin. You know I love you.
Lots of love, lippies and mascara,
Fiza
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Food Review : The Chicken Rice Shop @ VivoCity
I hope this will be the first of my many other food reviews. Content shouldn't be hard for me to find because I love to eat and I will have a lot to say about food. But the difficult bit is finding the time to write and share about it.
Anyone who knows me will know I'm a HUGE eater. In fact, that's one of the first few things that you will discover about me, in my first conversation with anyone. (Aiyah, I feel guilty that I've not run for SO long. I shall post my running shoes and running tops that I bought just for gym-ing. But it's still sitting down prettily in my cupboard. Doing nothing.)
Ok back to food.
Recently, I went again to the rice shop at Vivo. The chicken rice sets there are not too bad.
If you get a set for 2, it'll set u back by $24.90 I think. That's not too bad.
SO in that set, u'll get your rice, diluted chicken soup, 2 sets of chicken of your choice (roasted, steamed, honey roasted, etc), fishball soup, pai tee (i think that's what it's called), and yada-yada. The meal is pretty decent. The pai tee is nice and the chicken is good too.
Nothing spectacular but ok if you're finding something local and halal to eat at VivoCity.
So, currently they are introducing a new type of laksa that's called, Authentic Sarawak Laksa.
The picture looks so good! The gravy looks reddish and full of flavor. It was so tempting and I had to have it. I ordered mine sans the prawns and just the chicken. So I was waiting for my rich, tasty laksa and can u imagine how disappointed I was when the real thing came?
This is EXACTLY how it looked when it was served to me.
Ok granted that I should not expect the food to look exactly like how it does in the flyer and the poster outside the shop. But still.
This is wayyy different and it's $9.50. I say, you and I are better off with Tong Seng's $3.50 laksa.
This was disappointing for me and I thought I should just share it.
Lots of love,
fiza
Anyone who knows me will know I'm a HUGE eater. In fact, that's one of the first few things that you will discover about me, in my first conversation with anyone. (Aiyah, I feel guilty that I've not run for SO long. I shall post my running shoes and running tops that I bought just for gym-ing. But it's still sitting down prettily in my cupboard. Doing nothing.)
Ok back to food.
Recently, I went again to the rice shop at Vivo. The chicken rice sets there are not too bad.
If you get a set for 2, it'll set u back by $24.90 I think. That's not too bad.
SO in that set, u'll get your rice, diluted chicken soup, 2 sets of chicken of your choice (roasted, steamed, honey roasted, etc), fishball soup, pai tee (i think that's what it's called), and yada-yada. The meal is pretty decent. The pai tee is nice and the chicken is good too.
Nothing spectacular but ok if you're finding something local and halal to eat at VivoCity.
So, currently they are introducing a new type of laksa that's called, Authentic Sarawak Laksa.
The picture looks so good! The gravy looks reddish and full of flavor. It was so tempting and I had to have it. I ordered mine sans the prawns and just the chicken. So I was waiting for my rich, tasty laksa and can u imagine how disappointed I was when the real thing came?
Ok granted that I should not expect the food to look exactly like how it does in the flyer and the poster outside the shop. But still.
This is wayyy different and it's $9.50. I say, you and I are better off with Tong Seng's $3.50 laksa.
This was disappointing for me and I thought I should just share it.
Lots of love,
fiza
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
MOL and me
In a previous post, I had shared how me and youngest sister love being sarcastic to each other.
I suppose it helps sharpen our wit. It helps us have the ability to laugh at ourselves and love each other more.
I think.
But anyway, this is a conversation that took place minutes ago.
I was asking my sister to help me take a photo off my passport and whatsapp me.
(btw, I call her Mol. as a short form of Kak Small. I'm Kak Big and she is Kak Small. Its a long story and that will take up another post)
Me : Mol, please help me to take a picture of my passport and whatsapp me.And make sure it's a good, clear one.
Mol : Ok.
Photo sent.
Me : Omg. Who's that girl? (referring to me) She's like wooowww.
Mol : Ya Ya.
Me : Eh not so clear lah. Send me again and use a better camera.
Mol : Ok ok I will try.
Me : Thanks babe.
Then I thought. Thanks babe? Eh eh. Who talks like that to their sister?
So I said : Eh babe pulak.
Sorry Mol. That happens when you have too many friends.
Mol : Ha Ha.
So my friends, that's why I love my sisters.
They are smart enought to know what's a joke.
lots of love and backache,
fiza
I suppose it helps sharpen our wit. It helps us have the ability to laugh at ourselves and love each other more.
I think.
But anyway, this is a conversation that took place minutes ago.
I was asking my sister to help me take a photo off my passport and whatsapp me.
(btw, I call her Mol. as a short form of Kak Small. I'm Kak Big and she is Kak Small. Its a long story and that will take up another post)
Me : Mol, please help me to take a picture of my passport and whatsapp me.And make sure it's a good, clear one.
Mol : Ok.
Photo sent.
Me : Omg. Who's that girl? (referring to me) She's like wooowww.
Mol : Ya Ya.
Me : Eh not so clear lah. Send me again and use a better camera.
Mol : Ok ok I will try.
Me : Thanks babe.
Then I thought. Thanks babe? Eh eh. Who talks like that to their sister?
So I said : Eh babe pulak.
Sorry Mol. That happens when you have too many friends.
Mol : Ha Ha.
So my friends, that's why I love my sisters.
They are smart enought to know what's a joke.
lots of love and backache,
fiza
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