I was waiting for the elevator for 5 minutes but each one that came down was full. Each time the elevator opened its doors I had to deal with those sorry-you're-too-big-to-cram-in stares. Mark came out soon after, pressed the button, and boom! Of course an empty elevator came down for us. What kind of black magic, smh.
We walked down together, crossed the road aimlessly wishing we wouldn't be hit when we saw this little boy walking so cheerfully licking his chocolate ice cream. I stared at Mark. He stared at me. We understood each other; walked straight to the convenience store and got ourselves a kitkat cornetto for each.
We stood in front of the mamak place and just started enjoying our melting happiness because we couldn't take this on the train. Our conversations were on why McDonald's chocotop price is so much cheaper than the chocolate sundae when they're basically the same thing until I asked him one question.
'When you've tried everything you could to get that one thing you really want but all you got are rejections, do you believe it when people say there's something better planned for you?'
So there we talked, with countless people walking around us rushing to go home. I kinda feel like time stopped when you're in such a good conversation.
God is the best planner; that's what most people believe. That's what most people believe to comfort themselves. But where should we draw the line? In believing that we should give up one thing because God has a better plan, and in putting up a harder fight for it because it may be a test from God and He wanna see how much effort we will put on it.
It's an open discussion; there's no conclusion drawn.
Qyira and I had to make reservations for a few restaurants
that we’re going to in the north this weekend for our social events with
fellows and alumni. Izz? Social events??? I know right.
Anyways, when it came to calling the second restaurant,
qyira asked me to speak with them because it’s going to be in malay and apparently,
her Bahasa is even worse than mine. So, I did. I called the restaurant and a
“Saya nak buat reservation untuk hari isnin next week, 4pm
“Oh boleh boleh. Tak sekali dengan makanan kan?”
“Oh yup tak. Reserve space je for now. Untuk 15 orang.”
“Okay. Nama awak?”
“Er, qyira.” (because I was calling from her phone)
“Tak. QYIRA. Q-Y-I-R-A”
(I spelled it for him again but he never got it sigh)
“Ok takpelah tak jadi. Saya tukar nama ok. Nama saya Izz”
He laughed so hard… but still didn’t get my name. Qyira
forced me to tell him my name is Izzati. And so I did.
“Ahh Izzati. Tukar guna nama kawan ke? Ahahaha”
Bro it ain’t funny. I’m so tired spelling out alphabets for
“Reservation under company Teach For Malaysia ya”
“Oh nanti dari mana?”
“Umm, KL” ???
“Oh so bukan orang sini ke?”
“Aah tak…. Dah confirm kan semua?”
I ended the call soon after and then qyira told me that
Izzati is really her name too.
Nur Qyira Izzati. So now we’re fighting who’s gonna be the ‘izzati’
who called the restaurant when we go there this Monday. I hope that guy won’t
be there. Lol
*I openly admit that
I am procrastinating from work by writing my blogpost now*
She told me she’s never felt that way before. She’s never
been truly, madly, deeply in love with someone. But he changed everything. He made
flowers bloom in her heart and even in her eyes. He made her heart beats with a
new rhythm she never had before. He made her feel brand new. You can see how
her eyes beam with glittery sparkles when she speaks of him. Even I saw it,
when she spoke to me.
Jealousy. She has no definite term to depict how she feels
about this emotion. Sometimes it’s exultingly beautiful when she grasped that
feeling jealous reminds her of how much she genuinely feels for that someone.
But most of the times jealousy drowns and chokes her in an abyss of self-loathe
for it reminds her that she is being possessive over someone, and she hates it.
So she hates herself.
It's so important
to force yourself to believe that you're gonna have a great day when you wake
up. Force it, do it till you make it. And that's how my day went unbelievably
well despite me being so demotivated to start the week after the long weekend.
Highlights of today
was probably when qyira and I circulated the stupid video of the white girl who
used her boyfriend's b*lls as her beauty blender amongst the interns. It was
hilarious. Qyira's manager also joined in the conversation because he kept
hearing us said the word 'disgusting' lol. I laughed so much. This kinda of
joke is my forte guys. I'm not weird like Aniq. He laughs at such odd, unfunny
things.. But he bought me lunch today so I gotta be nice. Oh!!! Tessa, Carmen,
and I have also decided to start eating healthy starting today. Sooo fun to do it
Somehow I started
feeling motivated again. Idk guys. It's a roller coaster. I'm not sure if
rejections should make me think that maybe it's not meant for me and I should
let go of it, or if they should make me go out of my ways again, do everything
I could to get it. I really don't know:( I don't know where should I draw the
line. I'm just doing what I can right now, and what I feel right. I just hope I
won't have any regrets when I look back to this.
I somehow decided
it's time to do a proper branding of the one thing I started a few years back.
I reached out to Q for help and would love to hear what he has to say about
things because he's so successful. We'll do it over coffee soon and I really
look forward to that. I believe it'll be a good conversation regardless.
I'm almost finished
with 13 reasons why btw. Not sure if I'm ready but as per se, everything comes
to an end. That includes our lives. Death is definite.