WAR.....why do they have it?

Sunday 21/09/08 11.00a.m.

I have been thinking what I should write today. Here the topic! WAR... It just came across my miserable mind. Oh, dear! Why do people fight? I don't find the answer.....maybe it is a rhetorical one. But, why can't people think wisely? Why can't they stay in peace? Why can't a man stop dreaming to be a hero in his own hideous dream? It is just a dream within a dream..... Alhamdulillah. Yes, I am a Malaysian who live happily here without a single drop of blood and tears. But, why can't all other countries keep in freedom? Can't they really stop having an animosity? Put a little delicacy. Do answer my arguable question! Tell me no words, show me no acts, give me no signs! Tell ME why! They are suffering.... They are starving..... They are dying! Stop fighting...and don't infuriate each other. This is really an indiscernible situation. Chinoy has said, put a little open-mindedness, put a little empathy, put a little kindness....You will be happy. Belief in God, that is the best pray. Let it be that way. Destiny cannot be changed, but an attitude can. Stop being a bellicose, try to excel a new pleasant life........think about it!

A pure girl without a single sin......Really?

Beauty, splendour and charm. Those were starters of my day. It was a beautiful day, filled with beautiful cold morning air. It was splendid scenery, decorated my plain eyesight. It was also a charming emotion, combined with devotion. Here, the day I meant! I was having a flashback, viewing back my previous time. I wanted to tell you no words, but I had changed my mind then. So, let's go back to 1992. My glorious past time!

I WAS A VERY GOOD GIRL, WASN'T I?

I was a two-year-old little girl during that time. No wonder, a tower of close-mindedness filled in my young mind. Well, i had a bestfriend, nicknamed 'Nyoh'. We always played 'mak-mak' together. He was a chubby untidy boy, as well as me (but I was not untidy!). One day, a tragedy happened. The genre was a thriller movie!

One beautiful afternoon, a loud cry could be heard from each corner of this galaxy. A scream of a little boy. Yes, it was Nyoh's voice. His forehead was bleeding terribly as he cried out loud like a horrible cow, mooing in the middle of a dessert. My parents and his parents ran to get him who stood still beside me, in front of my house. We were purely neighbours. His parents were amazingly worried about him and asked repeatedly why. Then, they asked me what happened. I did not reply, but calmly pointed my chubby finger to a drain hoe (cangkul). Everybody knew, it was a steel tool with a long handle, used to clean small drain.

"He was hit with the drain hoe" I pointed the tool which was on the ground, a distance from us, approximately 3 metres away from me.

"Who hit him?" My father asked curiously, throwing his look all over the place to find the 'devil' who had hit my bestfriend, Nyoh. I knew who hit him, but I silently smiled.

"Who hit him?" asked my mother while she was helping Nyoh's mother to console him.

"Who hit him, Ninie?" The same question occured. It was from late Nyoh's father.

WHAT A SIMPLE QUESTION. THEN I SIMPLY ANSWERED:

"Me"............and gave an innocent smile.

p/s: I have forgotten why I maliciously hit him. Let it be that way. There must be a hidden reason. Well, so far, the scar is still there; on the left-side of his forehead. I am proud to do that since I will be remembered for the rest of his life! Although he calles me 'Enemy', not Ninie.

CIGARETTE CASE??!!

16/09/08 TUESDAY 11.30a.m

Presentation Skills class: I was given a movable blue plastic case which has an orange tie at the top by Assoc. Prof. Dr. Bernadette Foo. It was a gift as I have presented well (even though I have not) during the presentation last week on 9th September 2008. My speech was not that good to be deserved any gift, but tragically someone might have voted me for nothing. Thank you, my dear friend/s!
I wondered what the case is used to. Then I tried to open the plastic which covered the case. I took it out and attempted to open the case. It stuck. Well, I asked myself loudly, unintentionally indeed. Dr Bern came to me and opened it.
“Is this a cigarette case?”
“No!” She answered automatically. She held the case up and showed it to my classmates.
“What is it used for?” I asked her in amusement.
“This is used for keeping things from getting wet. If you are travelling somewhere or going for jungle trekking, you can place your money inside this case and close it firmly. So, your money won’t get wet.”
Poor me! What a stupid question I have asked. No wonder the audience laughed. Well, the more terrible was, Hasinah and Atira who got the same gifts never asked such question. They both were too clever to guess what the case is used for, so they did not need to ask anything. So embarrassing I was! Superman, take me to other planet! I don’t belong to this world for any longer! How could humility shrink someone’s position? Yes, my experience is the answer. What a shame…

MY FIRST 2008 ‘KAD RAYA’

Thursday 11/09/2008 3.00p.m.

Nasuha, my best friend during school time mailed me a Raya card. It was the first card that I received this year. Together with the card, she compiled an Arabic speech entitled “As-saumu wa Dauruha fi Tahziibin Nafsi” (Fasting and its advantages in guiding a person). Yes, I called her a few days before, asking for the speech as I have to deliver a speech on fasting during breaking fast ceremony which will be organised by Persatuan Mahasiswa Hadhari (PMH) this Sunday at 6 p.m. Well, as I am the only one who graduated from Arabic school, I was chosen automatically to talk on stage in Arabic. Surely, I was forced by PMH members. Unwillingly, I must go through this becoming terrible moment although I have actually forgotten many things about Arabic sentence structure and meanings. But, I hope that I will be blessed and read it as a native speaker (it is impossible indeed). The most crucial wish is, ‘I hope the audience will understand’.

AYAM HONEY from KFC….

07/09/08 Sunday

As I got this story from Toon, I laughed as loud as I could. I think I have done ‘laughter yoga’ inadvertently. Hahaha…here I laughed with full of emotions. Stop wondering! Let me tell you the story. It began when my housemate, Naruto went out to Giant with two other girls. Well, our sweet and delicious spoken neighbour, Ant, had sent an item of SMS to Naruto as she noticed that Naruto was at Giant at the moment. She wanted a set meal of KFC for lunch. This was Girl’s message:
“Belikan aku 1 set ayam honey ye”.
As Naruto got the message, she went to the counter and asked the KFC cashier, ordering the meal.
“Abang, may I have a set of ayam honey, please.”
“I am sorry? What is ayam honey? We don’t have such name of meal here,” replied the guy with a mountain of amusement. Actually, there was a smile on his face.
Naruto, then, called Ant steathily.
“There’s no ayam honey here. How about ordering other meals?” Naruto spoke gently in hurry. She is a very ‘straight-forward’ girl. And totally kind too.
“Oh, yang! What I meant in the SMS was ‘a set of ayam’. ‘Honey’ was referring to you! It is my style of texting an SMS. I usually address anyone with ‘honey’,” shouted Ant, together with a big laughed. There was also a few of backup singers (people who were laughing) on the phone.
“Ha?! I have misunderstood! What a shame!” She seemed like crying.
This is a funny story happened to my housemate. She is a pure Sarawakian, so she is not so familiar with fast-food restaurant since there are not too many such things there. To be honest, via my point of view, she is a funny-looking girl and amazingly happy-go lucky person. She never makes a spectacle of herself, but normally she does accidentally. It is a consensus sagacity that Naruto is the most qualified joker of the year!

The truth is revealed…...

10/09/08 Wednesday 00:01 a.m.

What a pleasure moment tonight. We were resting on our own bed to pamper our fragile body. We have just come back from our beloved library, PTAR. I was swimming in the sea of my lower bed, as Toon and I share a double-decker bed. She takes the upper deck. I budged up and grasped my towel, planning to go to the washroom. We have two bathrooms in our house, left and right side. I love to use the right. As I touched the door knob, Toon calmly called my name. I threw a Chryler look at her. Of course, she was blocking my plan to ease myself in hurry.
“What’s the matter?”
“Which washroom do you want to use?”
“As usual, the right one” I simply answered. Then, her profile showed her worry.
“Why?” I asked her.
“I am afraid I have unintentionally dropped my toothpaste into the washroom hole”.
“What? It may cause the clog again!”
Toon’s face turned like an alien. She might feel guilty on what she did. But at the bottom of my heart, I felt like laughing for the rest of my life. Oh, dear! How rich you are to throw your only toothpaste into that hole.
“When?”
“Just now”.
“Why didn’t you take it back at once?”
“It fell deeply in the hole. I think I cannot reach it. It is still there, I supposed”.
Never mind!
“If the hole clogs up, I will tell the maintainer that you have brought about this problem”, I said that as a threat joke.
“And next time, don’t forget to throw your toothbrush as well. Let them be partners in the hole!” I continued.
I took my torchlight and when to the incident place ALONE. The place was as dark as a haunted forest. No light, no sound. Only a few types of crickets’ voices could be heard. (Actually the lamp in the washroom has damaged. So, no lamp could be switched on). As a volunteered investigator, I wanted to reveal the truth. I headed the light into the hungry hole. YES! There is toothpaste Safi Kayu Sugi. It was not that deep, so I could take it out easily. Being a toothpaste rescuer is quite a challenging job. Yes, it is if you don’t compare it with rescue 911.
Wait a second! I saw another thing in the same hole. It looked like a pen, I presumed. With a mountain of bravery and a hill of emotions, I put my hand into the hole again. Now, I could grab the thing! It was like a stick. Slowly, I took it out as my hand was pulled out.
“What’s this? A TOOTHBRUSH?”
Oh, God The Al-Mighty. Forgive whoever has committed in this funny sin.
“Whose toothbrush is this?” I screamed loudly. Other housemate came close. I did not call Toon because I knew, this toothpaste is hers. I assumed that the toothbrush must belong to someone else who has done the same thing as what Toon did.
But then, Toon came to me and looked at both toothpaste and toothbrush. She took them suddenly and laughed out loud.
“Both are mine. I dropped this toothbrush into the hole last week. And today, I did the same thing to my toothpaste”. She sat on the floor and giggled out in a very high pitch and even louder. No wonder she has changed a new toothbrush since a few days. Now I could see.
“Oh, that means, you have hid this secret on the sly for seven days long. I am grateful that you have dropped your thing again this time. If not, the poor toothbrush would stay longer there”.
Next time, throw everything into the hole including your pail, shower foam and facial cleanser so that I can be the hero again!

THE CAPTAIN in Spongebob series at Puncak??!!!.

09/09/08 Tuesday 5.30p.m

“HOOOO…who lives in the pineapple under the sea?” asked THE CAPTAIN of Spongebob series in a verse of song.

The story happened while I was at the payment counter at Puncak Dining. I had finished paying my chicken rice and a slice of papaya for breaking fast. This month is Ramadhan, a month for muslims to clean their sins, hearts and souls. I don’t want to talk about people, it is considered as ‘mengumpat'. It is a big sin. But this story has to be told. Well, as I finished paying my meal, I talked to my friend, Khairah who was still queuing up to reach the counter. I chatted happily with her, issuing about the sound of fire crackers. The sounds could be heard recurrently today. What a rude noise. How rudely they dared to play ‘meriam’ while we were all busy waiting for breaking fast?
I noticed that there was a quite good looking guy lining up next to me, in front of Khairah. Never mind! I chatted with Khairah. Then a loud bang of meriam could be heard AGAIN! DOOM!!!!
“Hoooooooooooooooo!” A voice of The Captain in Spongebob series was occurred. I didn’t know where the voice came out from.
“What sound is that?” I asked myself.
I looked at the guy who stood next to me, his face turned red. I wondered how a good looking man ‘melatah’ like that.
Khairah and I acted like we did not hear anything, especially his automatic reflection. Well, poor him. He might feel ashamed if we have laughed at him. No! I am a good pretender. As he walked away and vanished himself, I sniggered heartlessly to his unbelievable automatic reflection of THE CAPTAIN in Spongebob series, my favourite cartoon. Funny….

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Going to GIANT - the 100th time

30/8/2008 Saturday morning…

There were lots of work to do. Never mind! Toon suggested we go to Giant Hypermarket. AGAIN?!! Well, my dear friends, this is the only place that Puncak students are able to go, with their blood and tears. “Here we go!” We went there by a “Sardine” bus (RapidKL).
We bought things (which were needed only) for the becoming fasting month, two days left to go. Yes, wandering in the supermarket is our allergy. We became automatically different. We were not adults anymore, but two little screwball children. I wanted to buy some dates, but they were not sold one by one. Instead, the dates were sold in many sizes of boxes. Well, I don’t like dates that much to buy a box of them. We found one type of dates that were sold according to our need. I carefully chose 23 chubby and dried dates, one by one. Then, we went to a weighing counter. It was only RM0.83 for 23 dates. I was satisfied….since my budget for this day was RM50 only. Well, everything went smoothly! I went to shoes department and bought two types of shoes, size 6. Six is the size of my feet. They were not expensive, each pair of them was approximately RM10. Their pattern is not marvellous indeed! Yes, one of the pairs is a blue cheese-like shoes. Millions of holes are all over the shoes. Nevermind, as long as they can keep my feet warm. Wait a minute! No! I will easily get wet indeed! Toon also bought one pair. The same type as mind, but in different colour. The blue is Toon's shoes and the black is mine. Never mind! Boria is better. United we strong, devided we weak!

NATIONAL DAY or INFLATION DAY $$$$$

THE CONTINUATION OF NATIONAL DAY or BORING DAY?!


31/8/2008 SUNDAY

THE STORY BEGAN…….
Toon and I desperately longed to buy another shoes the same pattern like what we had bought (very cheap) on the day before (30/8/2008). We were planning to buy a pair more, might be white in colour. To our horrible astonishment, there was no white shoe left! Whatever! This test from Allah S.W.T was really shaking our heart. At the same time, we sincerely accept the loss of our hope to buy the shoes. It was only $10.99 per pair actually. That was why we were amazingly eager to have one more pair. Not greedy, but taking advantage of buying cheap things. Never mind! Life must go on…….survive with a new hope! FINDING ANOTHER pair of SHOES…that was what we meant.
Well, we strolled to the next shelve. Wow! Variety of shoes to be worn….we tried to wear almost all patterns of shoes. Oh, God! Bless us. I am afraid someone has looked at our alienated behaviour (because we could be called like two creatures from the Nameck, a planet where San Goku and Datuk Kame belong to). Seriously, I still wonder how I could be like that, in the name of UiTM Puncak Perdana student. Next, back to the story! Toon took a pair of yellow shoes; ‘RM19.90’ sticker was stated there. I planned to buy other pair of shoes, RM27.90. However, I just had a $50 note in my purse. As a critical thinker, I took the same shoes like Toon had taken. We went through all chocolate booths. Then, we bought intelligently (within budget) a lot of chocolates to take home during Raya break. The most exultant part is I felt like I had gone out of budget. As a half good thinker, I heartlessly put the shoes back on their place; their shoe-friend might miss them very much. Now, I could buy two boxes of Cadbury (RM17.99) and Vochelle (RM13.50).
There was nothing more to be an excitement to our hungry eyes. We walked straight to the cashier; lining up beside a quite middle-aged man with his full tummy of trolley. Then he told me, “You should not be here”. “This cashier is for people who with a trolley. Go over there,” he continued, pointing his finger to a distance. I did not know where he pointed his eyes, but Toon and I moved accordingly to no where. Next, we saw the cashier that the man mentioned about. What a very long line. We waited for our turn, moving slowly to the cashier. At last, HERE WE WERE!!
Toon was in front of me. The cashier girl told Toon, “RM23.60, miss”. Like a lightening in the middle of stormy night, Toon asked with amazement;
“How much?”
“RM23.60” answered the girl.
“How much?” asked Toon again, with a lot of wrinkles and lines all over her forehead.
“What is wrong with you? Stop asking the same thing, she has told you the total!” I said then, warning Toon since there were a lot of people lining up behind us.
“How much, again?” I asked the cashier politely.
“RM23.60. It’s true”
“What?!!!” I screamed. Like a motorbus, bumping along the road, I stepped closer to Toon’s things. Then, I took out the Cadbury box.
“How much is this?”
“RM17 something,” the cashier answered.
“So, what’s wrong? Why are these all so cheap? ” I was eager to know why, like a hungry lion in front of a chubby calf.
“Here the receipt!”
“Oh, I see! The shoes are only RM5.00!” shouted Toon.
“Are you kidding? Don’t fan the flame!” I informally begged for a conformation. I was mad to hear that. I should not have put the shoes back. I thought that pair of shoes was RM19.90, but it was only RM5.00 for real.
The cashier giggled.
Toon paid and we left the counter as soon after I paid for my stuff, less than RM40.00. I managed to control my budget.
“Toon, why did that cashier girl laugh just now? Who did she laugh at?”
“You. I would also laugh more at your behaviour. You seemed like crying, regretting about those shoes that you have put back” answered Toon, in a big heart smile.
No! ‘There is no life without those shoes’, I stood with that statement. While Toon was waiting for me at Dinkin’s Donut Restaurant, I went back into Giant Supermarket and bought the shoes for RM5.00 like what Toon did. What a relief! Allah S.W.T knows that I was really out of money on that day.... I was amazingly greatful. Cool….

NATIONAL DAY or BORING DAY?!

31/8/2008 SUNDAY 11.00a.m.


It was a boring day. I didn’t know what to do. But I knew a lot of things should have to be done. My roommate, Toon and I finally came out with a hasty plan to go out again. There was no pleasant place in mind but Giant Hypermarket. We waited for the cow-bus at Puncak bus stop. Ten minutes later, there was no bus coming. Then, sky water slowly dropped gracefully onto the ground, making a beautiful sound of nature. But it was not what we supposed. We cancelled our plan and walked back to our house.
Oh, my dear ‘mussel pain’ bus! Here it came! But we were not able to catch it anymore from a distance. Poor girls! NEVER EVER GIVE UP! We desperately wanted to go out, enjoying the weekend. Then, the next bus came at 11 a.m. What a relief!
We enjoyed the view. Too many people were there. My fingers are not enough to count them all. So, let the place be that way. Toon and I was in our own world. We acted like two little girls who just have dropped here from other planet in another galaxy. Everything was wonderful and exciting! We don’t know why, till now we are still thinking. We bought a lot of chocolates to take home during Raya break. The most exultant part is, we have bought the same pattern of shoes. Both pairs are yellow in colour.
We went back to Puncak after we had noticed that our pocket was empty. Cool……..

MY FIRST FASTING DAY IN PUNCAK

1/9/2008 MONDAY 10.10 a.m.

I bought plain rice and a small plastic of ‘tofu telur’ LAST NIGHT. I planned to make it as a sahur meal. I woke up exactly at 5 in the morning. Without listening to the call of an arrogant roster, I went to bathroom, washing my face. The sun has not shown its face yet. That is the most suitable time to have sahur meal actually. Oh, dear! The tofu telur made a weird smell as I served it in my red bowl. I knew, it was already out of period. I should not eat it, that was the only thing I noticed. Terrible, I ate rice with Tun’s snack. It was quite spicy but sweet. It was better to have lauk than none. THE PALESTINIANS DO NOT HAVE EVEN ANYTHING TO EAT…. Therefore, being grateful with what we have is the best solution. May God bless us.

Going back to my hometown-- short break

The above picture was taken during my 21st birthday celebration. I requested my mother to make me a Thai glutinous rice yellow cake as a symbolic that I have reached a perfect age, not young and not old. Just nice!

17/08/08 Sunday 5.30 p.m.

I’m home! I meet my mother and father again! They are both my bones and strength. It was a peaceful day. My father went to work at the moment of the arising sun. My only younger sister has gone to school. I spent my golden time with my mother, chatting about my campus life. There was nobody except two of us. We watched ‘My Fair Lady’ together, using my laptop, given by her during my previous birthday; 23/12/2007. I love Ummi so much. She gave me this gadget, but she herself doesn’t know how to use it professionally. She bought me three items of batik cloth to be made some clothes. I asked her, “What for?” I don’t even like to wear such kind of cloth. She answered with puzzlement, “You have told me that you need to wear batik every Thursday”. She continued, “Now you will have one, even more”. I was speechless. How great my mother is. I forgot what I have said, but it still remains in her mind, forever indeed. I asked further, “Where did you buy this cloth?” Then, she mentioned that she went to Penambang (the land of batik - all famous batik factories are there). She always concerns about me, otherwise do I? The question stays still on my mind, till the end of the world. Nobody can answer. Not cool………..

All I want is my room anyway.
Far away from my campus bay
With my pink teddy bear
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Lots of food for me to eat
Lots of chairs making lots of seats
Calm face, calm hands, calm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Oh, so lovely sleeping
Peacefully still
I would never budge till sun
Crept over the window sill
mother’s head resting on my knee
Warm and tender as she can be
who takes good care of me
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Lovely…….
Lovely….....
Lovely…….
Lovely…….

Terrible journey to Putra Station….

16/08/08 Saturday 2 p.m.

It was the most terrible journey that I have ever had, so far I guess. Going home, from Perdana Heights to Kelantan: is not a wonderful desire anymore from now onwards. I had been waiting at the bus stand in front of Block 1 since 2 p.m. exactly; till here the crawling bus came at 3 p.m.! What a flower bloomed in my heart, metaphorically!

I rushed to a single mouth of the bus and got into it successfully! Oh, dear! No seat for me, my plan went awry. I was the first person who waited for this atrocious bus, but I became someone who stood here devastatingly with two devilish heavy bags? Oh, their colourful flowers! This was not a bus, but a buzz. Then, the bus galloped arrogantly while I was weeping for a prince charming to come. I wished he came and took me on his giant pink pony, spreading it wings to blow the buzz to the Mars! What a relief…but what a fool ambitious daydream! Suddenly, a lot of reminder songs could be heard from my stomach but I intelligently kept them on the sly.

At last, the dying buzz dropped me at Giant Shah Alam. Thanks! It was a great accomplishment throughout the beginning of my journey. My neighbour, Azwan and cousin, Dina were still waiting there since…I don’t know (they are UiTM Section2 students).

We carpooled to Kuala Lumpur, since my cousin and I would take our bus at Putra Station, opposite to The Mall, at night. Actually, my tummy was waltzing gracefully along the Federal Highway. Then, we just went straight to The Mall and had some meals. I did not put my infatuation on my food! But I should rather eat my own foot! My neighbour’s friend, Hidayat bought a plate of kuih. He, a passive boy actually, asked the left three of us to name the kuih. I said confidently, “Cucur!”. He smiled. Dina guessed, “Jemput-jemput”. Then, the last word came out from Azwan’s mouth, “Cucur pisang”. Hidayat giggled. Well, the endemic kuih was surely not giving us any clue to guess. The shape was like a ball and golden in colour. So, he told that the kuih is goreng pisang. What a flower! Don’t you dare to ask us how the taste was! We prefer to be shot by an ayatollah in Iran, rather than giving you the answer! Oh, God! Forgive whoever person that made this unique goreng pisang please! Keep him or her in heaven, even though this goreng pisang tastes like the food in hell. Amin…….

Azwan and Hidayat left my cousin, Dina and I, as they have done their job of taking me here. We have nothing to do but wandering around this shopping complex. We dropped by all the departments and shops. I bought a DVD, ‘My Fair Lady’ at Speedy. Then, we went to Hang Tuah Street, at the highest level of The Mall. The place is exactly like Melaka streets. We enjoyed reading books at an old used book shop. Later, Dina’s younger brother, Akram (UPNM student) came to accompany us half a day long as he was forced to be our bodyguard. It is not proper for girls to walk alone without a man in crowd.

It was time to go. We strolled along the road, heading to Putra Station. What a hasty waiting time. Thirty minutes left to go. I could see a lot of dustmen all over the floor like a friend of cows lied on the mucky field. Horrible people! I kept watching my things cautiously via my poor eyesight. I didn’t dare to wear my beloved and broken spectacles, I would be automatically awful. This place is like a holocaust! Save me! At the moment, we were invited to get our bus by a gloomy announcement. I presume that there might be something wrong with the speaker. Why should I care?

At 9.30 p.m., my cousin and I got into a green Mutiara Express and sat peacefully in our reasonable place. Oh, my dear tiring journey! Go away! Two girls on chairs stayed mainly in their place. We fell asleep till the cold dawn air came on the next day. A beautiful song from My Fair Lady seemed to be sung by Eliza Doolittle along the journey to my hometown, Kelantan Darul Naim.

All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?

Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal making lots of heats
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?

Oh, so lovely sitting
Absobloominlutely still
I would never budge till spring
Crept over the window sill

Someone’s head resting on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me?
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Lovely…….
Lovely….....
Lovely…….
Lovely…….

WATCHING “MY FAIR LADY”…….

12/08/08 Tuesday 8.30 a.m.

We were all LGB 1A went to bilik seminar at level 2, together with Dr. Bern. We were having an amazing joy inside, watching a great movie ‘My Fair Lady’ which is about phonetics and pronunciation in English! We exultantly enjoyed the movie, starring by Audrey Hepburn (as Eliza Doolittle) and Rex Harrison (as Prof. Henry Higgins). It is a superlative film which enchantingly conveys the rich endowments of the famous stage production in a fresh and flowing cinematic form (Crowther, n.d). It is a fancy musical movie blended with a lot of aromatic songs to be left deeply in our mind, and even soul. I have bought one for $39.90, at The Mall Kuala Lumpur. Get one, it is useful! I wish I could be a lady who can speak English well. A moral of the story is, “even English must learn English”. This is one of dynamic songs that I have copied by heart throughout watching the movie. Cool………

Bed, bed I couldn’t go to bed
My head’s too light to try to set it down
Sleep, sleep I couldn’t sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown!

I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I’ve never done before…

I’ll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced
All night!

I WON A COMPETITION !!!!!!

yesterday, I joined two competitions actually. First, 'Gubahan Hantaran Perkahwinan Challenge' and second, 'Serlahkan Kejelitaanmu Challege' (make-up). I really didn't see my chance to win in this competition actually....but i won the first prize! but the second competition, i just got 'saguhati'. Nevermind! Wonderful! I feel so great! Thanks a lot to Tun & Ain for being my partners in Gubahan Challenge, the hamper is so big right? the mug is amazingly beautiful as well. And a mountain of love is to be given to Hasinah for being my patient model in Serlahkan Kejelitaanmu Challenge. Wow...Thanks!

Pictures will be coming soon!

WHAT A TIRING DAY......

sometimes, i need to admit that surviving is tiring. Why is there so much work to be done? Poor me! but, if we think twice....i know that living is better than surviving. But each of all our experiences is usually called as a survival! how am i supposed to change it? Well, enjoy your hectic life..........Just make it alive! Joy & Fun.......... Stop surviving, start living. Enjoy your assignments huh!!!!

what a SHAME!!!!

oh, dear......what a giant mistake i have done! it was so embarrassing. It just happened a few moment ago. Now, our class is at PTAR (library). Well, it was an amazing cold early morning. i felt 'bombastic' in my tummy. Echoing to that, I went to ladies.....in a slow motion. Don't worry! It just a 'small water' feeling. I wanted to ease my great 'worry'. Hence, i just quickly headed into a small washroom at level 1. honestly, I haven't been here before. (I am a Lady Of Washroom....that title is always supposed to be mine) Well, I felt so weird as I entered the unpleasant room. There was too much smoke dust all over the floor. "Where am I?" I said in ambiguity feeling of going out. No! i need to ease 'it'! As a critical thinker, I pointed my two buble eyes on each method around me. Wonderful,fantastic! There was a dustbin. I flung my sight into it. Well, I could recognised so many things inside! Some cigarrete cases could be found. Something was wrong here....or probably I went into a ublessed wrong place. I went out immediately from this hell. God knows best! how couldn't I bother a beautiful signboard outside, exactly on the door. 'TANDAS LELAKI' .....wHAT?!
SPEECHLESS....I ran into the next door. the heaven place that i was supposed to be....HE3!!
The pictures I use have nothing to do with my story. Those are pictures of Taiwan Modern Toilet Restaurant....I wish I could be here! So unique yet amazing! To some people it might sound ridiculous to symbolize 'shit' 0r 'poo' as things to eat...but I'm open-minded! Chinese are creative!!! Wow....this is wonderful!

we are together!!!

GREAT!! Climb your great mountain! there is a goal on the top of it!
if you love Mariah Kari's song...I love Mariah Sup's song...

just kidding! i love to listen to 'FIGHTING FOR FIVE'....it is a theme song for smallville series (SUPERMAN) BUT here are the words that i have changed.

I AM MORE THAN A BIRD

I AM MORE THAN BLACKSHEEP

I AM THAN SOME PRETTY FACES BESIDE THE TRAIN

IT IS NOT EASY TO BE ME........

it is not easy to be who you/we are now, right?

well,i agree with you (my classmate) without knowing who exaclty you are. Buddy, we are sailing on the same ship. We all face the barriers and feel the pain together. Wave is not as hard as we think....sometimes, the pain will be considered as devotion. I respect your decision....hence, be yourself! it is not neccessary for us to be another. but like I said earlier, let it be that way. God knows best...am I right. Whoever you are supposed to be, just go on trough the right path. We are always there for you as a family member. Sharing is caring....... Frankly speaking, life is not easy. Like my mother says whenever i feel sad, ''LET BY GONES BE BY GONES''. Therefore, living in a healthy mind of thinking is the best treatment for us! Well done....."together we united, divided we weak".......cool......

MY MOTHER

I miss my mother so much. I have bought a ticket to go home for mid-term break. It is a pleasure to be in my hometown. Well, I do not want to talk about my hometown, but my mother. She is my idol….in many things and aspects. She is a perfectionist in dressing. To me, she is the greatest mother of the universe. She taught me a lot of things (during my childhood), academic and non-academic; since she was an English teacher. She ended up her career at the age of 50. But now she is already 52 years old. She had been teaching for more than 27 years old. Actually, taking English as a course is her advice. Willingly or not, I have to please her by moving on in this field. Luckily, it is my infatuation though. She was the first teacher who taught me Grammar. I cannot remember when the time exactly was, but I assume that it was during my primary schooldays. She was extremely good in Grammar, but now, her hair is turning into white in colour; so does her knowledge change. She has even forgotten the proper rules in Present/Past Perfect Tense. Poor on me! Now, I need to teach her back because she forces me to! That means I have to take all Dr. Chai’s Grammar books to teach her..I wish I could just take Dr Chai home..Hi3. Hence, before I came here, she bought me a lot of shoes (during sale only).

So here, I come out with my own quotation.

“Knowledge is like a right shoe. Polish it regularly, because the more you wear it, the more beautiful your foot will be. And don’t forget to wear another, because the left shoe is your courage” (Fadhlini, 2008).

Do not plagiarize! I will tell Dr. Azni if you are brave enough to do so. Put it in quotation marks okay! Hahaha... Frankly speaking, it is an incentive for me as a student! Think about it. “Joke is joke, but the input is to be put” (Fadhlini, 2008). Hihihi….

How can a hangman hang another man

by a ponytail of my pony tail?
The handsome doesn’t have some hands

to book a handbook by his hand.