La st nite I dreamed that i had a fever so hot that I burned myself when I touched my own arm. Then when I woke up, I was actually in a bed (not mine) and totaly healthy and not hot, a bit cold actually. It amazes how in the dream, the fever felt very real. When I woke up for Subuh (thx alot Amad), i came to fear that it was a sign of hell in the future, the actual hell.
So it inspired me to do something that actually count as not wasting time. So I read the book that I bought at Kinokuniya the day before. I read it all morning and got through 200 wonderful pages of the thriller novel. I stopped purposely at 12 and bath, planning to go straight to lunch at Sup Utare, pray at the surau, and do some assignments.
But then, Sup Utare wasnt open, and i went for plan D, sardines and bread for lunch. I put the sardines in a water bath. In the process of waiting, i was somewhat forced to clear the sink in order to actually have lunch. It actually angered me enought that they didnt clean up yesterday even after my mom actually made lunch for them. I AM REALLY ANGRY!!! Still pissed till this post, but with more patience with time. Eventually I end up cleaning the whole sink of ignored garbage and unattended containers, and even took out the trash. All out of anger.Then I ate, while watching How I Met your Mother and got addicted till 4, then I prayed. Then I felt like doing the research at night, so i went downstairs, briefly watched some crappy Bleach episode, and slept at Jojo's room.
I woke up at 7 to pray and ate diner and continued reasearching. But then I sidetracked,a nd my browser got stuck. So I went downstairs and continued reading my novel for 100 more pages on Zizie's bed (doubled now),till at around 2 when i actually get ready for bed.
Now I'm sleeping late writing this post. The dream the nite before really bugged me till now. And the fact that I usually do good deeds out of a wrong feeling (envy, anger, selfish, fame, impressing). The fact that although I keep doing the little good deeds everyday, I dont do the major ones as often.
YOU CAN ONLY FEEL GUILTY, IF YOU REALLY ARE...
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Saye telah wat anouncement
Adelah suatu hari di CFS, kawan saye bertanye tentang kahwin, make saye secare jujur-lurus-bendul-bodo-gak menjawab:
"Saye x suke pompuan skarang. Xsuke tu maksud saye bukan saye gay, cume saye x brminat or even terase nak couple ngan pompuan skarang. So kalau suatu hari nanti, kalau adelah seorang perempuan ni berjaye memikat hati saye, make saye tau lah die jodoh saye"
Diorang pon tye la balek, kalau parents yg carikan isteri camne? Make saye pon mejawab:
"Parents saye xkan bwat cam2. Saye dah tanye 3 kali dah kat diorng supaye jangan carikan. Danh konfem siap2 dah"
So post ni sbnrnyer cume nak ckp, just becoz i dont wanna couple with girls right now, x brmaksud i dont like to be friends.
But in reallity, kalau seseorng tu memang mempunyai personaliti yang menarik, sape x suke kan? Xkisahla laki ke pompuan...
"Saye x suke pompuan skarang. Xsuke tu maksud saye bukan saye gay, cume saye x brminat or even terase nak couple ngan pompuan skarang. So kalau suatu hari nanti, kalau adelah seorang perempuan ni berjaye memikat hati saye, make saye tau lah die jodoh saye"
Diorang pon tye la balek, kalau parents yg carikan isteri camne? Make saye pon mejawab:
"Parents saye xkan bwat cam2. Saye dah tanye 3 kali dah kat diorng supaye jangan carikan. Danh konfem siap2 dah"
So post ni sbnrnyer cume nak ckp, just becoz i dont wanna couple with girls right now, x brmaksud i dont like to be friends.
But in reallity, kalau seseorng tu memang mempunyai personaliti yang menarik, sape x suke kan? Xkisahla laki ke pompuan...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Hamster House Renovation (HHR!)
The remodeling was not once, but twice, just because i had a better idea after i was done the forst time. and when i write in a way that says i work alone, i mean i work alone, in renovating my hamsters 'house'. (and my lil sis's on the side..)
The original design was like so..
Then i did the renovation. I didnt take a picture of the first one, but it looks similar to the final result below..
It looks weird in the pic, but the main difference is that if you see carefully, there are 3 tunnel openings on the wood dust which connects to the semi transparent pink plastic which acts as the main house or burrow. The green disc is its treadmill (plastic mill) and is actually on top of one of the tunnels. I wanted to recreate the hamsters original wilderness environment..
Its not that somebody will care about this posting of information, but i am too exited about it to care. It took me a full half hour just to arrange it, and my lil sis's hamster house too. All done spontaneously o.O
The original design was like so..
Then i did the renovation. I didnt take a picture of the first one, but it looks similar to the final result below..
It looks weird in the pic, but the main difference is that if you see carefully, there are 3 tunnel openings on the wood dust which connects to the semi transparent pink plastic which acts as the main house or burrow. The green disc is its treadmill (plastic mill) and is actually on top of one of the tunnels. I wanted to recreate the hamsters original wilderness environment..
Its not that somebody will care about this posting of information, but i am too exited about it to care. It took me a full half hour just to arrange it, and my lil sis's hamster house too. All done spontaneously o.O
Report on weekend Kampung trip
I pulled myself together to write this post. I feel like it is my duty to update my blog to certain peoples that I love >_0!
This post will be about my trip to my kampung at Kedah. I don’t usually (rarely) like going back. I always think that the kampung people thinks I’m a wimp (which is actually true) and a sissy (might be true) and treats me accordingly. Maybe its because of my fondness of long hairs and my love of certain things. Anyhow, this time, its different because I actually look more manly with my short hair (I still don’t like it) and the fact that I didn’t resist going.
Straight from the highway, we went to the usual Pak Ya (a traditional medicine man), and spend significant time as usual. When we finally reach my grandma’s house, I was relieved that there are not that many people as usual. Almost immediately I went out with my Tok Ngah to fetch my Mak Su (whom I don’t even know who the heck!!). Then after eating some kampung chicken (eating them is art!) and some ‘tapai’ (really sweet!), went out to The Store and wasted RM2 when buying an eyedropper at Guardian when I should have bought it at a much cheaper Watson’s store. My dad got maxis broadband by the way.
The next morning, I paid for 15 nasi lemak for everyone home including myself and RM4 or kuih. I keep convincing myself that I love charity. Then we went to Pak Ya again (its advised to go 3 times). On the way back, we stopped at some mosques to get a few bottles of their kolah water (????) and rested at home. Resting means more art-eating-kampung-chicken-with-tapai activity (full hour) and Star World channel. Then my parents return from tudung shopping and we visited my Pak Chak (eldest). He treated us to his dusun of Longan (I don’t eat, dunno why). More importantly, I met a very significant person in my life there. He initiated a very (80%) change in my personality and interest development of my life (wow!!!). but we just exchanged a sentence, ‘touched’ for a second (real time) and I had to get to the car. We’re going to Pak Ya again for the 3rd session. I really wished to stay. We reached home by 8 and we just chilled at home watching tv and sleeping early. I still woke up late though. Couldn’t sleep. Dunno why.
Its Monday and we’re finally going back. I again bought 15 nasi lemak. But this time, I got RM2 rebate (the eggs ran out) and a free gift!!!( plastic for sambal ran out, she gave us a Tupperware!!). that was the best food seller I met in my life. Anyway, we visited Pak Ya (again) and start our way home. Starting prom Pak Ya’s house, in Kulim, I drove all the way to Seremban. We made a pit stop to Shah Alam. I needed to take my check from MSU and psp and hamster wheel that I left at MAIS. We reached home around 7.30. I was so exhausted and slept at 9. But I woke up at 5 in the morning (god woke me up) to pray isyak.
And then I realized that I have only ONE MORE WEEK OF HOLIDAY LEFT!!!! WTF!!!!
P/s: I'M USING ENGLISH CUZ I LIKE USING SPELLCHECK WITH MICROSOFT WORD
This post will be about my trip to my kampung at Kedah. I don’t usually (rarely) like going back. I always think that the kampung people thinks I’m a wimp (which is actually true) and a sissy (might be true) and treats me accordingly. Maybe its because of my fondness of long hairs and my love of certain things. Anyhow, this time, its different because I actually look more manly with my short hair (I still don’t like it) and the fact that I didn’t resist going.
Straight from the highway, we went to the usual Pak Ya (a traditional medicine man), and spend significant time as usual. When we finally reach my grandma’s house, I was relieved that there are not that many people as usual. Almost immediately I went out with my Tok Ngah to fetch my Mak Su (whom I don’t even know who the heck!!). Then after eating some kampung chicken (eating them is art!) and some ‘tapai’ (really sweet!), went out to The Store and wasted RM2 when buying an eyedropper at Guardian when I should have bought it at a much cheaper Watson’s store. My dad got maxis broadband by the way.
The next morning, I paid for 15 nasi lemak for everyone home including myself and RM4 or kuih. I keep convincing myself that I love charity. Then we went to Pak Ya again (its advised to go 3 times). On the way back, we stopped at some mosques to get a few bottles of their kolah water (????) and rested at home. Resting means more art-eating-kampung-chicken-with-tapai activity (full hour) and Star World channel. Then my parents return from tudung shopping and we visited my Pak Chak (eldest). He treated us to his dusun of Longan (I don’t eat, dunno why). More importantly, I met a very significant person in my life there. He initiated a very (80%) change in my personality and interest development of my life (wow!!!). but we just exchanged a sentence, ‘touched’ for a second (real time) and I had to get to the car. We’re going to Pak Ya again for the 3rd session. I really wished to stay. We reached home by 8 and we just chilled at home watching tv and sleeping early. I still woke up late though. Couldn’t sleep. Dunno why.
Its Monday and we’re finally going back. I again bought 15 nasi lemak. But this time, I got RM2 rebate (the eggs ran out) and a free gift!!!( plastic for sambal ran out, she gave us a Tupperware!!). that was the best food seller I met in my life. Anyway, we visited Pak Ya (again) and start our way home. Starting prom Pak Ya’s house, in Kulim, I drove all the way to Seremban. We made a pit stop to Shah Alam. I needed to take my check from MSU and psp and hamster wheel that I left at MAIS. We reached home around 7.30. I was so exhausted and slept at 9. But I woke up at 5 in the morning (god woke me up) to pray isyak.
And then I realized that I have only ONE MORE WEEK OF HOLIDAY LEFT!!!! WTF!!!!
P/s: I'M USING ENGLISH CUZ I LIKE USING SPELLCHECK WITH MICROSOFT WORD
Friday, March 12, 2010
Late Post: Best 26
Its really been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. I would love to, but I keep having things i would rather do with the laptop of mine. Finally i have enough attention and boredom to write this post.
Since its been a long time, I would like to post a story about the best 26 hours of my life (so far).
By 26 hours, i mean from 12 midday to 2 pm. It was Sunday and I returned back to Shah Alam for a trip to Sunway Pyramid for some ice skating with my class&/scholarshipmates(its a pun). We went almost together (difference in the timeline and point of origin), and arrived to Sunway almost together. It was my first time there. I keep pointing at everything I see. When that gets old, I keep purposely getting left behind to keep pointing by myself. The people there were also very impressive (by 'impressive' I mean 'damn-that's-a-very-hot-homosapien'). I met the love of my life, A&W (my stomach is biologically my life), but I betrayed her by eating at giant, scraped from the others in fact.
Before i forget, the people who went are Amin, Ammar, Aiman, Aiman, Afiq, Azizi, Faris, Fidot, Helmy, Mustakim, Shanubar. This is reference to my delight and my point of hatred for the day (by 'hate' I mean 'I-am-very-very-very-jealous-of-u')
Then after zohor we finally went ice skating. IT WAS DAMN HARD!!!!!yet very enjoyable. At first most of us started drifting to the walls for salvation, some of us with pre-rollerblade-experience, came to our aid. These people that I 'hate' are Aiman, Aiman, and Azizi, but I cant hate azizi because of a future sentence in this post, so I replace him with Shanubar whom I will hate later in the post.
I just tried copying what others around me (who are not drifting, and very cute) were doing. Slowly I progressed to a fall(s). This is where azizi came and help me. The first few seconds were literally me hugging him as I try to apply his methods (this would sound so dirty if it was not about skating). Then he held me in his arms until I could move (labor?). Then he slowly let go of me as I move forward (break?). It was like a romance movie where the boyfriend teaches the girlfriend to skate (what was it again?), only weirder. I'm weird. Face it.
I then spend an entire hour learning the basics of skating. Then we had to stop for rink-cleaning after i wet myself, in melted ice, for falling more that I was supposed to(5). Then I brought my hubby a drink and texted my date for tonight. Then we continue with the skating. At this point, I could move at a speed-walking speed, but still cant challenge my savior/teacher of the day, the other guys with rollerblade experience, and Shanubar(this is why I 'hate' him). It is to note that by this time, half of us already went back, one of us was injured (get well soon aiman!), and another is still weird. We skated for another hour before we finally stop for asar, around 6pm.
Then me, Azizi :) and Shanubar >:( , the last to leave Sunway, decided to eat ramen at Sushi King. Before the ramen-ing begins, I brought Azizi a pretzel. It was his and mine first pretzel. It was sugar and cinnamon flavored. It was nice sharing. The azizi ate ramen, shanubar ate bento, and I ate udon. It was the best japanese meal of my life, mainly not because of the food (49% food).
Then we head back to Shah Alam to PAS, which azizi didn’t follow, sadly, to buy me and Shanubar new shoes. I thought I would buy the promotional ones, but some genetic code disorder occurred (they don’t have my size) and I bought a promotionless Quicksilver shoes and shanubar also shoes that are in any way have a discount.
We went back to MAIS, I took a quick shower, and waited for my date outside of McD. I got in the car, and after 3 minutes of not deciding where to go, it was decided that we will go to Genting Highland (it was 12 at the time!!). Along the way, we bought McD. I fed the driver while eating some of it. The scenery along the way, even Shah Alam, at night, were breathtaking. Literally. It was beautiful. No cars, no smoke, so many lights, so many views. The journey that night was the most beautiful journey I’ve been in my life.
When we arrived, we looked for a hotel to stay, but all hotels were 'full house' but we kept looking. Walking after a day's skating was not easy. And finally got a room with my date's amazing social skills (not really. A guy offered us). We slept comfortably. A night at genting. Finally. We checked out in the afternoon. We ate Kenny Roger's for lunch/breakfast. We descended. We had to hurry so driving was very skillful for a proton Perdana. Zipped through Shah Alam traffic. Dropped me to MAIS. Thanked for a very nice night, and prepare for going back home.
Since its been a long time, I would like to post a story about the best 26 hours of my life (so far).
By 26 hours, i mean from 12 midday to 2 pm. It was Sunday and I returned back to Shah Alam for a trip to Sunway Pyramid for some ice skating with my class&/scholarshipmates(its a pun). We went almost together (difference in the timeline and point of origin), and arrived to Sunway almost together. It was my first time there. I keep pointing at everything I see. When that gets old, I keep purposely getting left behind to keep pointing by myself. The people there were also very impressive (by 'impressive' I mean 'damn-that's-a-very-hot-homosapien'). I met the love of my life, A&W (my stomach is biologically my life), but I betrayed her by eating at giant, scraped from the others in fact.
Before i forget, the people who went are Amin, Ammar, Aiman, Aiman, Afiq, Azizi, Faris, Fidot, Helmy, Mustakim, Shanubar. This is reference to my delight and my point of hatred for the day (by 'hate' I mean 'I-am-very-very-very-jealous-of-u')
Then after zohor we finally went ice skating. IT WAS DAMN HARD!!!!!yet very enjoyable. At first most of us started drifting to the walls for salvation, some of us with pre-rollerblade-experience, came to our aid. These people that I 'hate' are Aiman, Aiman, and Azizi, but I cant hate azizi because of a future sentence in this post, so I replace him with Shanubar whom I will hate later in the post.
I just tried copying what others around me (who are not drifting, and very cute) were doing. Slowly I progressed to a fall(s). This is where azizi came and help me. The first few seconds were literally me hugging him as I try to apply his methods (this would sound so dirty if it was not about skating). Then he held me in his arms until I could move (labor?). Then he slowly let go of me as I move forward (break?). It was like a romance movie where the boyfriend teaches the girlfriend to skate (what was it again?), only weirder. I'm weird. Face it.
I then spend an entire hour learning the basics of skating. Then we had to stop for rink-cleaning after i wet myself, in melted ice, for falling more that I was supposed to(5). Then I brought my hubby a drink and texted my date for tonight. Then we continue with the skating. At this point, I could move at a speed-walking speed, but still cant challenge my savior/teacher of the day, the other guys with rollerblade experience, and Shanubar(this is why I 'hate' him). It is to note that by this time, half of us already went back, one of us was injured (get well soon aiman!), and another is still weird. We skated for another hour before we finally stop for asar, around 6pm.
Then me, Azizi :) and Shanubar >:( , the last to leave Sunway, decided to eat ramen at Sushi King. Before the ramen-ing begins, I brought Azizi a pretzel. It was his and mine first pretzel. It was sugar and cinnamon flavored. It was nice sharing. The azizi ate ramen, shanubar ate bento, and I ate udon. It was the best japanese meal of my life, mainly not because of the food (49% food).
Then we head back to Shah Alam to PAS, which azizi didn’t follow, sadly, to buy me and Shanubar new shoes. I thought I would buy the promotional ones, but some genetic code disorder occurred (they don’t have my size) and I bought a promotionless Quicksilver shoes and shanubar also shoes that are in any way have a discount.
We went back to MAIS, I took a quick shower, and waited for my date outside of McD. I got in the car, and after 3 minutes of not deciding where to go, it was decided that we will go to Genting Highland (it was 12 at the time!!). Along the way, we bought McD. I fed the driver while eating some of it. The scenery along the way, even Shah Alam, at night, were breathtaking. Literally. It was beautiful. No cars, no smoke, so many lights, so many views. The journey that night was the most beautiful journey I’ve been in my life.
When we arrived, we looked for a hotel to stay, but all hotels were 'full house' but we kept looking. Walking after a day's skating was not easy. And finally got a room with my date's amazing social skills (not really. A guy offered us). We slept comfortably. A night at genting. Finally. We checked out in the afternoon. We ate Kenny Roger's for lunch/breakfast. We descended. We had to hurry so driving was very skillful for a proton Perdana. Zipped through Shah Alam traffic. Dropped me to MAIS. Thanked for a very nice night, and prepare for going back home.
Monday, January 25, 2010
When you stood, Its you, firsts
Yesterday,
I went to the big mosque, initially not to pray sadly, but to do a favor for my mother. She wanted me to pay something she didn’t (SHE SHALL PAY DEARLY!), in addition of buying a new item of identical shape and quality (a veil). The total cost was RM60. I don’t really mind the price since I will get it back, but what I do mind is where I got the money from. Apparently, I borrowed it. This can be explained clearly in 5 words written using caps lock: I LOST MY ATM CARD!!!!
I made my way back after I prayed Asar in the really big tourism mosque (my first non-Friday jemaah). As I made my way back, unpleasant exaggeration of a riot is brewing at home. The opposition party claimed trial on the fact that it is not their turn to cook. They suggest a petition that ∀Sunday, the cooking turn, and also my turn to cook the day before (my mom brought them), both are not valid. I as the self proclaimed government reject the suggestion by stating that even though my mother brought most of it, but I was still the one who cooked the rice and made the table and drinks. It clearly states in the treaty of cooking turns, that one ones turn to cook, one is obliged to prepare food in any way, where outside food is allowed. But for some no good reason, I backed down (one of my many horrible habits) and volunteered to cook for the day. The matter was settled in ceasefire (or so I thought) and I pondered the wonders that is myself as chef (just mix everything in, as long as you don’t die, its good).
But then I got another call from someone unexpected and he diplomatically persuaded (semi-scolded) me that I should not back down, and he will settle it. I was so touched by the gesture (even if a bit harsh). It’s very very very rare that someone stood up for me so seriously. I’m a too kind of a person who gives in to pleas and begs and even threats if it means someone will be happy (that’s so noble of me!). I was seriously touched to the point that I would have fell right on the pedestrian sidewalk and cried tears of passion and joy. But I didn’t (for SERIOUSLY OBVIOUS REASONS!!!)(but it did cross my mind). The point is, (preparing exclamation marks…)
I’M VERY GLAD FOR HIM TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And in other news…
I’m currently addicted to SUPER JUNIOR, a boy band of Korea. The members are real cute and pure looking (like any other Korean artists) and their songs really caught me. I’ve been hearing them half-day, everyday for three weeks now. My favorite is a song called IT’S YOU. In an attempt to appreatiate its AWSOMENESS and really COOL yet TOUCHING lyrics, I will attempt to post my first video here.
Here goes =>
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Blood and phobias related
I have a peculiar phobia, where I am afraid of knowing my blood is flowing out of my body. Its really ok if I don’t know (sleeping of fainted), but if I do, I cant even sleep. Sometimes it took me hours to sleep cuz I was thinking that all the mosquitoes in the room are waiting me to fall asleep to prey on my luscious exposed skin.
Today (4 hours ago) I had a lab session. Our activity for today was the I-didn’t think-would –be-that-scary blood test. Well, remembering the last time I did it didn’t really help.
I mean seriously. The procedure requires you to stick a giant triangular shaped needle (I don’t even wanna approve it as a needle) into your compressed finger, all purple. I mean, who in their right mind would wanna purposely injure themselves?! With something that big!!!!
I for one already know my blood type. I don’t see why I needed to waste 2 drops of blood for a test in which I already know the results. It would take my body a full hour just to replace the two drops of blood. I don’t have body-metabolism time to waste on a test!!!!
But then I did it. One because I can’t leave class until I do. Two is because my classmates smelled my overflowing fear (it was pretty obvious with the screaming and running), they pursuit me even to the hallways (literally!!). Obviously I will have to die on the day I bleed myself, my teacher/lecturer did it for me. And I even got O blood as a result, which is weird cuz last I checked ( to my horror), I was an A, as in A for Amin. haha
It was as horrific as I remembered. I had to suck my finger until we reached the surau (200 meters).
A note to all bloodsuckers and future blood test and donation persons, DO NOT TOUCH ME!!!(when I’m awake), OR YOU SHALL DIE!!!!(or just be hated by one more person in the world.
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