dyazStuffs: All about Dya

*updated 18/8/2010*
Here's a thing or two you might want to know about the blog owner. (Note a 'thing' or 'two')=P

December babies love to cry. A LOT.

They smile when you give them a coconut tree hairdo, put them in their stroller, and wear them gold accessories.

Now how about a cry baby turns uni student few thousand years later..

The uni is located at some remote and exile land called Cyberjaya.

Of Interest

People say, one person must be good at one thing. But I have yet to found my hidden talent. I'm not good at art whatsoever, I can't draw, can't sing, my handwriting's crooked and I can't even put a decent make up on my face. I sucked at everything art related. I dance, but choreographed one, freestyle? nah.. If you ever see me dancing on a night club, I'm the one who as stiff as a lamp post.

Enochlophobia

I have an unease feeling when being in crowded places where strangers are just an inch away from your face. I followed my ex once to a gig somewhere in KL, not a very nice experience, people jumping up and down and sweating all over, screaming on your face, I'm kinda worried somebody might suddenly jumped on me, trampled me to death or contracting a deadly virus, who knows? in that massive crowds you never know..=P

I also have this unease feelings, seeing spinning and wobbling ceiling fans.

While I'm so deeply in love in sports, I'm not good at any of it. Everytime I tried a sport, I fell short, be it whether the coach doesn't like me, I got sick, my mom not approve, name any other reasons in the world.
So I drifted my interest to outdoor sports instead. I've tried wall climbing and fell in love the very instance and would love to try bungee jump one day.

Of Guys

I drool over bodies like Rio Ferdinand, Channing Tatum, Chris Cornell(Audio Slave), my Control Theory lecturer*cough*. The type that is big and tall, not to thin but not too muscular. Actually I do prefer thin tall guys that have a bit muscle like Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Okey those are stars. Normal people, doesn't have to be good looking at all, being tall is enough to makes me think he's attractive. So when I tell a girlfriend a guy is cute, He's not really a CUTE cute. He's just MY kind of cute, and most definitely a TALL GUY. Justin Bieber and David Archuletta are a BIG no no. You got my point.

But those are just eye candies, as for Mr. Right or anything like that, I don't put specifications as he must be 6 footed, got two hands or two noses. I don't have any physical or personality traits to favor. As far as true love is concern, it's all just chemistry.

Of Modelling

I'll sum my involvement in this industry in few simple words.

"A chubby unattractive teenager trying to gain her self-confident."

Now that she gained her much needed confidence, modelling no longer seems appealing to her.Hehehehe..

Well seriously, if you are trying to have fun, that's okay, but if you're trying to make money and you're not Juliana Evans or Diana Danielle, modelling will be hard on you in Malaysia. Please don't think posing, catwalking and sitting there giving your face to be modified are easy. Fun, yes. but NOT easy. Physically and mentally. But not if you're both Diana Danielle and..okey you got the point.=P

I have my few seconds of fame doing this, but it doesn't excite me as much and I haven't got that fulfilling feels compared to times when I played in marching bands, I danced to traditional song, got A for Engineering Maths or watching Arsenal games, and they won.

So I'll take that as an occasional activities, when I feel like playing all dolled up, I'll go casting.=P.

Extra pocket money
I've done few part-time jobs before, first was a salesgirl at Sinma, Alamanda, and hostess/waitress at ShangriLa Putrajaya, oh and not forgetting my 2 days experience working at Lam Loong photoshop. =P

Now 2010, I'm no longer doing any of the above.
Currently my life is all about, Power Electronics, High Voltage Engineering, Arsenal matches and So You Think You Can Dance.=P