A late bloomer, that’s me.

I’m no longer posting entries for my blog in the FS account.

Kenangan Terindah by Samsons (click here to set the right mood )

As I read my sis’s blog, the ever gorgeous and SMART Aida, I just realized that I have not blogged for 4 months! Where have I been? The problem is I know exactly the answer to that question and I can’t help but to be perturbed with the fact. I have always been here, nowhere, the very same place for the past 5 years… What am I up to? Nothing. Still here, in front of the same PC for the past 10 months. Still childless, not standing prettier in front of the mirror neither on the weighing scale…

But syukur. Syukur that I’m still alive. Syukur that I’m still someone’s wife. Syukur that my family’s still there for me. Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah.

Over the past 4 months, the only major event that I can recall was my sister’s engagement held on July 4th (’I'm the lucky one’ entry). It was the simplest affair and great moments to remember us by. I pray only the best for these two, with hope that their engagement will last and their jodoh will come soon. Oh, and there was a stint on TV, a random luck I’d say.

And there was a brief trip to KK for my sis’s future SIL’s wedding. What a grandeur affair it was. But of all, I was more elated that I got to meet my parents, whom I miss so much.

Speaking of my parents; I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on them lately. Some are good and some are simply freaking me out but I just can’t help but to think of it. I have plans for my parents. I want to make them happy. They have sacrificed so much for my sisters and I, I can’t even say. They have brought us up in a way that all parents should have, at all costs and unconditional. And I, close to being 30, have not done a single thing to ensure that they’re able to live the life that they truly deserve after raising us. I’ve been thinking, will I be able to do so? Will that day ever come? So I keep on dreaming. Soothing my wrenched heart, that my time will come. Mak, bapak and my lovely sisters, please bear with me. Your big sister is trying hard to be someone that you can truly rely on.

And I’ve been thinking, should happiness is my sole pursuit, what if it takes so much time and my parents won’t be able to enjoy my harvest? What if one of these fine days, He’d call either one of them? I am not ready. Emotionally, mentally, basically my whole being as a daughter, I foresee how blacken my future wold be should I lost either one of them. Like a little child I constantly need their guidance and support, I look up to them for advice and their unconditional tender, love and care. Please, Ya Allah, grant me more years to be with them, to be able to show them how much I respect and love them…to be able to show to them that I can take care of them and I will, I promise. I love my parents more than anything in this world. They are my life and soul. And know this, mak and bapak, there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t include you in my prayers, you are the reason for me to move on.

On the topic of moving on, I’ve been tested again, to learn to forgive those who have wronged me. I have been defamed again for the things I didn’t do but just because for being me. And it gotten worse as this time around, my sis was dragged in. My patience was tested. But syukur it was ramadhan, if not, I’d have stormed to meet this psycho’s parents and explain to them how disturbing their daughter is and I’d have shown them the very same letter when the daughter claimed that they have mentally abused her when she was in school. What bothered me the most was they are actually married and as good khalifah the husbands should teach them a thing or two about spreading fitnah, but then again what would I know, could their unhappy married life lead them to spear people with their potty mouth? I don’t know. These are the people who warship Islam and these are the people who read Al Quran, still they think that they are way better than others. Astaghfigullahhalazim, may you repent…He has given you a lot, so learn to bersyukur. Although I have forgiven them, I hereby declare that I have no respect at all for these people especially you. I know you more than you could ever imagine (remember how much I want to drag you to court? I did my homework baby…). Right from your school history down to the foreign soil. From the ones you love to the ones you loathe. From the ones you adore to the one you’ve stabbed. All the lies you’ve been telling people about you and others, oh a plenty! I know YOU and sadly you know yourself. How pathetic that you have to resort to run away from the truth by deleting a friend? Sickening. Anyhow, I forgive you. As much as I’ve been deleted, so are you. Never in my life that you’re someone significant, bear that in mind. (I know you’re reading this as you are obsessed with me, if not you won’t be asking around about me eh?

You are a split-tongue serpent and have a hati bangkai to begin with, enough said. Busuk, busuk, busuk, busuk busuk, busuk, busuk hati and you know you are a busuk hati. Ok, enough.) I move on.

And, the paragraph above is the very reason I want to stop blogging. For the mean time that is. As I can’t fill up my Muslim being with hatred. I can’t have people judging me and my sisters for what we are not. I can’t afford to send the wrong signals. I want a platform that’s able to take me closer to my friends and family. I want to be able to share my pursuit of happiness with my family and friends without being perceived as conceited. I want to open a new chapter in life and leave painful memories behind (if any). I’m still here in cyberspace. Meet me on FB as Sabrina Mahili or on Twitter as rienamahili. My life’s not sugar-coated and what you see is what you get. When the time is right, I shall blog again.

Allow me to wish everyone a Blessed Ramadhan and Selamat Hari Raya.

Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

I hereby declare that ‘A Late Bloomer’ is officially closed. It’s been a pleasure.

XOXO @>—- Drew.                     

I’m contemplating on moving ‘a late bloomer’ to blogspot.

I’ve been neglecting FS more and more these days.

As we speak, I’m posting this entry from Perangin Mall, Penang. I’m attending a media workshop in USM tomorrow.

Can’t believe I’m all alone on a beautiful island. And I can’t believe that I’m outside KL again within a short period of time. And flying again on Idris Jala’s pride. Best jugak kerja kat UPM nih.

As usual, Starbucks is my second home. Am heading to Giant next to get some jajan. Plan to watch Om Shanti Om tonight on LaPomme.

So guys, should I move? (as if lah ada org baca kan?…)

XOXO—-

This entry is supposedly posted on Saturday…

Anywayz…enjoy.

Haloooooo…Drew/Kimora in the house!

Oh…how I miss blogging. As I’m typing this, I’m hanging out with my SO at Pavilion’s Starbucks. Sea of people, Malaysians, Middle-easterners, Chinese and probably some Brazilians, America or even Australian…KL night life…

I wish to blog a little bit (what an understatement) on what I’ve been up to lately, on why blogging is no longer in my routine. You see readers, as a publication officer I don’t just stare on my PC and proof-read/edit stuff. My job specs comprised of countless translation jobs, drafting answer for ayahanda VC, brainstorming ads, MC-ing, preparing text for MCs, attend endless meeting, attending international journalists from all over the world, public relation, marketing and some other personal favors (especially those personal requests from the top tiers…am still at the second tier, huhu…) and normally these ‘requests’ are of urgency, life and death kinda thing. So you see gentle readers, all these will consume almost 12 hours of my day. The rest 12 hours will then be divided into fractions of golden time that go to house chores, AF7, play with Donutt, Tyger & Reymee and perhaps some cuddling with hubby (that is if I didn’t doze off first!) No chance at all to hog the net, let alone blogging. Hence, the silence in my vent-abode.

As a matter of fact, six months being in the corporate world has exposed me to a lot of new things, some are good ones and some  are let downs, but mostly nice ones. I met a lot people, most of whom the powerhouse in their respective fields. I’ve got to have my namecard dispenser everywhere I go as my superior forced me to extend my network to at least 10 new people per month. it’s not an easy task really, especially when i don’t really look like someone from the corporate world. I look like well…an editor. Well deserved.

Speaking of looks, in the corporate world, first impression is everything. There’s an implied mantra in this belief…that if you’re gorgeous you can get away with anything, well…almost. I’ve experienced nasty incidents when my looks sabotaged my capabilities and mere countable occurrences when people DID pay attention to what I have to say and dismissed looks aside to check out what I’m actually capable of. In short, I’m struggling twice as hard to make myself heard, just because I carry a certain look. I envy those who are in size 10 and all they have to do is look pretty and speak Paris Hilton-ish and zapped, they’re understood even before they’re heard! Nasty!

Ok, enough with the grumpiness. Not that I’m not happy with my workplace now, it’s just that I wish people would stop judging the book by its cover or stop generalizing and open their minds more. Sigh… Now let’s talk girly stuff. For the past few weeks, I could feel that LOVE is in the air. I feel LOVE everywhere around me. My best buddy Aini Marina is walking the aisle soon with her SO of a lifetime, Aleng… very soon that it’s at the end of next month. Oya, cutesy pal is also getting engaged with her boo Salleh. Another course mate, Aju is ‘reserved’ as well. And there’s my lovely sister Eydelle, who finally got proposed by the man of her dream…(can  you hear the sound of the drum rolling?) Maryam, my newly acquaintance is also getting hitched. And 4 of my office mates, Sarah, Kalpana, Sharifah & Niza; are all tying the knots this year. In fact in July itself I have to fork out fuluss for three receptions! And also more reason to visit my seamstress! My sis couldn’t be more happier to orchestrate her own engagement, I mean finally all those dreamy pinkish theme of her reception will finally be materialized…and with hot bod like hers, it’s a no surprise that she allocated rm1k for her engagement dress…nak pengsan tau when she mentioned that to me…but I wasn’t at all bothered because she deserves it. She has always been the gem in the family, the wise one. So as excited as she could be, I must admit I’m more excited! My excitement is driven by my urges to compensate the setbacks of my engagement, how it was supposed to be… I dreamt of a simple reception but as anak sulung nothing simplicity was prohibited during my engagement, everything was elaborate and lavish…so, now that Eydelle demands a simple and sweet engagement, you can’t blame me for being a tad OTT. All smug… I found myself in the wedding-planner mode lately, it all started with Aini Marina’s wedding prep then the office buddies asking for tips down to Eydelle’s recent good news. I’m loving this! I love weddings and the sorts…I love the feeling of togetherness…I love flipping through wedding magazines, I like walking into bridal boutiques or even browsing bridal fotopages…uuuuuu I loiiike… Dreamy, dreamy…

Due to this intoxication, I am also contemplating on purchasing the ’stuff’ that I might need to attend these receptions. And the list goes something like this:

• Reception outfit - In love with Kebaya Kudus but with a beach ball rear like mine, I have to dismiss the thought altogether, so chiffon is the way to go.
• Fragrance - to host a reception we must smell good as this particular scent will remind our guests of our special day, and I’m considering ‘Bali Dream’ by Estee Lauder or ‘Endless’ by SJP; not that it will be my special day…hahahh..
  
• DSLR - Leica DLux4 is damn good but it’s hubby’s. So I seriously wanna get myself a NIKON. But since I’m a novice, it might take some times for me to puppet my own toy…
• Make-up/the look - Sultry, Dato Siti’s demure looks nowadays with that Ariani’s Jedi head dress…clutch is my tote. Considering Jaspal or Nose (oh what extremes…) They both have simple, nice clutches. Shoes-wedges or flats, sorry no option for me in this department.
• Gifts for the bride & groom - P&C.

Alamak tgh syok, S.O is exhausted. See you later peeps! Will update for sure!

XOXO —-> @>— KIMORA DREW

I attended a blog writing course. The course itself suck, deserve to be in the gutter but I got to meet new bunch of interesting people. Some of whom you might recognize.

I enjoyed meeting them but not the course.

It has been months since I last updated this blog. Yes, work has everything to do with it plus my backache. For the past two weeks I’ve been on EL due to excruciating pain on my lower back. Doctor diagnosed it as ’stress’, emotional and physical inclined…

I don’t feel like blogging actually but I just wanna share a bit of happy news. I played a part in contributing a USD$100k winning prize of UPM in the Islamic Development Banking Competition. How you might ask? Well I keep that to myself, suffice to say I came out 50% from the chart and I’ve got proof. Hah!

Well, later peeps. Really I don’t feel like blogging…

XOXO Kimora.

Object of my affection, of all the days...I forgot to bring my click, click...hence this 2.0 MP.

My hunk…

After all the chaotic days that I have to endure at the office, I finally got a break.

Puteri Gunung Ledang was indeed creme de la creme…how would I describe the show? Dreamy I should say… I weeped the moment Hang Tuah took the center stage ..his moments with Gusti Putri and how brilliant was Sultan Mahmood and also Bayan. The ensemble was marvellous! The songs, needless to say; still hummed beautifully in my head. I just want to say, for those who have not watched PGL season 3, you have no idea what you have missed! Legendary musical theatre, bin bottom you go Mama Mia; I dare say.

The day before PGL was Valentine’s Day. Hubby and I decided to catch ‘Benjamin Button’. This is my Forrest Gump of the year. The story is timeless, heart-wrenching at times and the lightning guy will definitely put a smile on your face as you walked out of the grand circle. Watch it then you’ll know what I’m talking about. My dear sis watched it thrice, so you know it’s more than Brad Pitt… And 2 thumbs up for Signature Gold Class. The service was excellent, the usherettes were friendly and I needn’t say more about the cineplex itself. They have placed Gold Class to a greater height and redefined coziness. Worth every cents spent (err, that he spent)…

Well, tomorrow Anis and I will be giving a talk on our teaching experience as part of out pro bono effort to our Alma mater, huhu… no thanks to Ms Aini Marina…(aiyak babe…) She’s most deserving I believe. I goreng la esok apa-apa yang patut…sorry la juniors. Feels great to be back though…

As for Sunday. I’ll be away for a while.

Next entry.

Uniquely S_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Till then, XOXO —–@ Kimora

A group of office mates decided to have their breakfast at a stall along the highway. There were four ladies, of whom three are singles and one is married. The married one, Lady C is curvy, shapely, size 20, childless and not as pretty as the single ladies who are size 10. There were five men, two of them are happily married with a bunch of kids. The rest are bachelors. It was a normal breakfast rendezvous, as they cracked stupid jokes at each other. Jokes that were tolerable at one point of time until…

Gent W: Eh, Lady X, tak makan ke? Nanti event tu lambat lagi nak makan.

Lady X: (Looking pretty, sitting next to Lady C) I tadi dah breakfast sikit, tak nak makan banyak2…nanti bulat, kembang…nanti takde orang nak!

Gent W: I nak ape…best boleh peluk2… (he noticed Lady C pushed away her half-bitten red bean pau)

Lady X: Eee, tak leh, tak leh…

Lady C: (With her eyes wide open) Humm…salah statement tu.

Gent W: No comment…heheh…(giggled stupidly)

Everyone at the table sensed the tense and gigled unsincerely. It was awkward to say the least. Lady X quickly took a packet of nasi lemak and ate it at once as Lady C sipped her soya bean with a lump in her throat.

Lady X: Mesti u jaga your skin kan?

Lady C: ______ (smirked)

Another female office mate shifted to a new topic and slowly the awkwardness disappeared but Lady C was deeply hurt until today and no sign of apologies coming from Lady X…

Moral of the story: If you weigh more that 60kg, have breakfast at home and avoid sitting among size 10 insensitive biiyotch…or, make some good decision to lose some weight and look as pretty as them.

XOXO —–

Dear readers,

Please, don’t be fooled by the title… In this entry, I wish to talk about what my 29 crap-head wants. Yes, I’d love to enroll into Oxford but that would just be a wishful thinking, when actually, on the back of my mind all I could think of lately is shoes…shoes, shoes & lots of them. Whenever I walk into the elevator, I’d look down at peoples’ shoes. High-heels, loafers, wedges, stilettos…I don’t care how the shoes look like but I’d be wondering, sure these feet happy in those fancy shoes, huh? (Now, be careful if you’re around me cuz I’d be foot-fetish like)  Those who know me, will smirk instantly because I’m very loyal when it comes to owning shoes. A pair could last me 3 years. Ask Anis and my sisters, they’d know. I’m a one-pair-shoes person. Once I’m comfy with my soles, they will be my feet soul mate…errr…literally.

It has been almost 3 months since I first entered the corporate world. I noticed that the officers wear pricey office-gears, not forgetting their rides, their gadgets and it bugged me big time how the hell they can afford all these with the statutory bodies paycheck? Hummm, they probably save-up eh? (Like the case with me & my LaPomme) Back to shoes; well the female officers and the GAs in my division, they probably have a shoe-shelf in their cars or even hidden under their desks cuz they seem to wear different kinds everyday, I repeat, everyday! (I got to notice this recently, after series of feet observation) Sure their feet are on cloud-9! Poor feet of mine…stuck in semi-worn-out Sembonia for 5 months now… and another pair to boot is my trustworthy Crocs (ohh I notice you poke a finger in your mouth there, I can see you!) Other than that, there’re 2 pairs of occasion shoes, which I had since 2 years ago? I call them my Raya shoes cuz that was the very reason I got them in the first place. Day-to-day basis it’d just be my boring working shoes (Sembonia) & comfy soles (Crocs). And that’s it.

As I’m currently blessed with extra kaching now that I makan gaji, I thought of getting proper shoes for my feet, for every occasion…not just for hari raya. I’d like to have corporate shoes, leisure shoes, sport shoes, entertainment shoes, sandals, wedges, boots and 7-days-different-kind of shoes, you name it, I want it…Heheh…

Now, this is when Oxford comes into the picture. I’ve been contemplating with the idea of owning a pair of Oxford booties. I have been eying on those since last year when I first laid my eyes on them in a fashion magazine (go figure…). I don’t know if my feet will be happy in them but I know they’d sure look hip! I browsed over the internet and blundered upon a few nice ones…

Among the most-wanteds...

This screams me!

Work it, corporate or leisure...

Blacky

Masculinity

Marc Jacobs, heavenly...

Not only Oxford booties that captured my eyes, I think nude-shoes are must-haves too. I’ve seen them on Jen Aniston’s, Beyonce’s and Paris’s pretty feet. I’ve seen Oxford booties in Robinson’s at the Gardens but nude-shoes are a rare find. Especially those that are able to house my Horton-like feet. I’ve been a loyal fan of Hush Puppies and Clarks (yawn…) but the ones they have in nude colours are simply yucky in design. However, here are some that I found on the net. Nice ain’t it? Will have faith that I could score a pair!

Very Gossip Girl

Worry not of crowfeet...

Very Nico Riley

Well, I guess I’m going to hunt for these pairs first, give it a month trial and see whether I can dismiss my feet massage after wearing them. Have faith!

There’s so much a girl could ask for right? (’Girl’! Woman are you kidding me??) And I can’t stop at shoes. I want these babies too…

Skull-inspired Tshirt!

Maxi dress!!! Yummy!

Teal...how lovely & she work it with just flip flops!

Match with this haircut...

Edgy with her attitude, hah!

Hey you, makan gaji remember??

Till I kick you with my Oxford booties, XOXO—-@ Drew.

I used to be in Kuching everytime come CNY…but this year, due to work I break the tradition and stayed at home.

It’s a silent CNY here, even prior to the festive day, I could still see some Chinese roaming around Jusco around 8 pm last night. Felt like approaching them and ask, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying your Yee Sang already?” The big difference that I noticed was, the groceries (operated by Chinese) were still open even it was already 3pm. When I got out from the cineplex in Alamanda (Inkheart) the handphone kiosks were still open and the blonde-haired Chinese still entertained their customers. It was 7.30 then. As opposed in Kuching, during CNY eve, shops will be closed half day, meaning… places like Teck Kong, Kenyalang, Padungan, Green Road, Batu 7 and even the famous golden triangle will be closed by 2pm. It’s understood. By CNY and 5 days that follows, Kuching will be a dead city. No one will trade during this period. But Kuching is alive because of the fire crackers, we can see people actually wearing red, visiting is a must and we can actually get angpows if you’re single, doesn’t matter if you’re 60. Kuchingites are genereous I suppose and know how to have fun during festive season.

Not here though. Last night I slept at three a.m, keeping hubby company on Underworld back to back. Interesting chronicles. My Astro decoder decided to play dead on my days off and it just simply sh**. So, practically I just did what I’d normally do on my days off, domestic chores and watching stack of DVDs, some I didn’t even remember purchasing. Funny it was dead silent last night, no fire crackers, not even family dinner cheers… it felt weird for the fact that I live within the Chinese community…but I still receive free oranges though from the nice neighbour across my unit. They’d normally fly to Korea this time around but this year they’re at home, probably breaking the convention like I did.

So what do I do today? I think I wanna have lunch at McDonald’s. You bet, Prosperty burger it is.

Oh well, for the sake of celebrating a silent CNY…Happy Chinese New year to all my Chinese friends especially those in Kuching.

PS: Congrats to Nadhirah on your engagement today and to my sis too for being so committed and reliable. I’m proud of you.

My,my where have all the years gone? I bet you’ve noticed already that I didn’t talk about me being 29. I dread that number. It’s exactly the same feeling when I turned 19. I have left the number ‘1′ and now I’m on my way of losing number ‘2′ of my age. But you know what, I don’t feel like 29, not at all… In bio clock I may look 30 but as a personality I refuse to admit that I feel 29, because I don’t…i just don’t.

Is this what we call denial? I don’t think so. I feel that I did deny myself from whom I really was…since 4 years ago that is. I remember my resolution to quit Cleo and opt for Reader’s Digest instead…yet a stack of 12 copies of Cleo still sit nicely on my shelves every year (so as RD) And how recently I chose to tone down my make up to Natural colours, spared my bill on blouses, handbags and shoes that are of brown hues. All this was indeed for the sake of looking professional and to ensure that I’m taken seriously and that my opinion counts. Humm…I have denied myself from my true identity…

Well this year, I have made up my mind not to walk down the nostalgic road. I’ve got nothing behind me…I must look forward, aim, target, move ahead! Along the way I must at all cost portray my true self, bubbly, chirpy & carefree…so what if I still read Cleo? So what if my Hermes purse is orange? So what if I hang Spongebob & Patrick in my ride? So what if I sync Wallace & Gromit in my iPod? So what if I’m the biggest fan of Gossip Girl? So what if I memorize the Wonderpets song? So what if my bedding sheet is Powerpuff Girls? So what if I’m crazy over the Jonas Brothers? So what??!!! That’s me…just because I turn 29, doesn’t mean I have to act, behave and exhibit certain ways…no…this year is ME time…I must indulge till I feel like stopping, perhaps till I hit the number ‘3′…

As 2009 cashing in the time we have, I will rejoice, celebrate my life, celebrate the people I love and move ahead. I deserve to be happy by being me. And this year, I fancy RED. Don’t ask me why but I think RED signifies female empowerment! Sexy, bold, intelligent, collected…I love Red. Red is my official colour this year.No more conforming to what 29 have to look like, act or behave! Sabrina is young therefore I am…

What better ways to indulge oneself other than shopping eh? So I’ve set a date for me to spend times 3 this month…and to commemorate the new FABULOSITY as Kimor screams all the time (oh, I so adore my woman Kimora!), I shall splurge my hard-earned $$$ on these babies:

Me!

Aww...

Must-have!

Loiikey!

To-die-for

Will-not-wait!

It-has-me-written-all-over-it!

Drew@>—–1st-entry-using-LaPomme;)

I have so many things on my mind. But I’m not ready to pen them down.

I can’t help but to share with you my inspiration…no, not Oprah this time but this guy.

Who is he?

Click here andhere

Will update soon.

XOXO Drew.