balancing for the sake of gettin a nice pic
me and fatinmost adventurous event last friday: A VISIT TO PPUM
yuni, nad and memost exciting stuff i plan to complete: KNITTING A PILLOW COVER
orange and yellowso loooong, my friends!! :)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
:) :) :)
most exciting event happened this evening: ICE SKATING IN SUNWAY!! :)
balancing for the sake of gettin a nice pic
me and fatin
even though we were not very good in ice-skating, but we managed to move around peacefully. er.. minus the three times of falling awkwardly on the icy ice.. everything seemed to be A okay. well, an hour of skating was fun and enjoyable. to take the handsome and cute guys into account, i can say... the experience was totally unforgetable. lol.
most adventurous event last friday: A VISIT TO PPUM
yuni, nad and me
one of us got a referral letter from uia's clinic to ppum, so the three of us went there to settle the operation thingy. opss did i mentioned an operation?? lets drop that subject. as we were wearing the mask, almost all of the patients stared at us. what.. think we got caught of the H1N1 eh?? why, cant we wear the mask as an earlier precaution?? duh~~
most exciting stuff i plan to complete: KNITTING A PILLOW COVER
orange and yellow
erm, how did i got into all this makcik-makcik stuff in the first place, eh?? well.... no idea :) and im planning on getting to the next level of learning the knitting by learning it from my self-called-teacher when i get back home.
so loooong, my friends!! :)
balancing for the sake of gettin a nice picme and fatinmost adventurous event last friday: A VISIT TO PPUM
yuni, nad and memost exciting stuff i plan to complete: KNITTING A PILLOW COVER
orange and yellowso loooong, my friends!! :)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
bahase
jarum pendek kat jam tangan aku pilih saat ni untuk berhenti antara nombor satu dengan dua. jarum panjang bertenggek kat nombor lima. jam aku takde jarum saat. aku pulak baru lepas teguk kopi janggut bancuhan sendiri. nak tido mata tak rasa nak pejam lagi. otak pun nak lepak-lepak jap setelah hampir 30 minit dihujani dengan deruan maklumat dari dada buku teks bio campbell edisi kelapan. efek kafein yang menggile agak cukup tok buatkan mata aku menghadap skrin ni sejam dua lagi.
ni yang aku tak suka kalo mencoret dalam bahasa lidah aku. sebab banyak bende nak tulis. ruangnye seciput la sangat. boleh nak tulis berela-ela tapi nanti aku pulak yang jenoh nak menyemak semule.
aku takmo cakap aku tak tao nak ulas topik ape sekarang sebab aku tau yang sebenarnye sel-sel neuron dalam otak aku berhempas pulas cari idea tok post aku yang lain macam bunyiknye hari ni. ha, nampaknye ilham dah datang menjenguk kat kepale otak aku. kejap-kejap, bagi masa untuk aku bertindak balas.
time ni pulak henpon aku nak bergetar. nasib baik aku buat mod senyap. kalau tak, dah lama aku kene pelangkung dengan sahabat bilik aku sebab bunyi nada dering mesej masuk yang membingitkan telinga, sekaligus merosakkan suasana untuk melelapkan mata. maafkan aku. aku tidak bermaksud untuk meloyakan tekak kalian semua dengan menggunakan bahasa yang amat puitis, romantis dan gratis ini, namun aku tidak dapat menahan gelojak di dada untuk menjadi pejuang bahasa, biarlah cuma untuk seketika sahaja. pedulikan bahasa yang berbunga mawar ini, fokuskan minda kalian pada aku sebentar.
nelly yang berambut perang muda sedang melihat aku menaip. aku mengerling sekilas ke arahnya. singlet merah jambu yang dipakai nelly cukup seksi, merimaskan aku kadangkala. bentuk badannya yang menggiurkan mampu mengundang amarah yang tidak dijangka. iman sang jejaka pasti menunggu masa untuk pudar seketika saat melihat nelly berkeadaan sedemikian rupa. iris matanya hijau, hidungnya mancung, bibirnya mungil. sayang, nelly hanya berstokin. kasut tumit tingginya ditinggalkan sendirian. aku menelan air liur. cubaan....
bukan niatku untuk melawan fitrah, jauh sekali berperangai di luar tabii. namun apakan dayaku, sesekali syaitan cuba menyuntik jarum untuk memesongkan aku. imanku masih lagi kukuh. detik ini. aku menepis segala bisikan sang durjana. aku merenung tepat ke dalam mata nelly. maafkan aku, nelly. aku tak sanggup begini. bukan, bukan ku membencimu kerana rupa parasmu, pakaianmu. cuma aku terfikir, mampukah kita bertahan untuk satu jangka masa yang panjang? bolehkah aku berada di sampingmu buat selama-lamanya? tegarkah kau untuk sehidup semati denganku? nelly, mengapa kau membisu? jawab pertanyaanku. jawab..
aku cukup bersabar denganmu, nelly. apakah tidak cukup kasih sayangku selama ini? nah, aku bentangkan buktinya. aku tidak lupa untuk menyisir rambutmu yang ikal mayang tiap pagi. aku mengucup pipimu sekali dua, membuatkan mukamu kemerah-merahan. aku memelukmu lembut tanda aku sentiasa menyokong, bukan mengongkong. aku baring bersamamu. aku lena denganmu. masih tidak cukupkah semua itu, nelly? khabarkan padaku.
sukar untuk aku mengerti perasaan hatiku. aku sendiri tidak punya kekuatan untuk mentafsirkannya. atau mungkin, aku takut dengan kebenaran yang bakal dirungkaikan. aku tidak mampu berdepan dengan semua ini. sebelum apa-apa berlaku, izinkan aku berkata sesuatu. aku... aku... aku sayang kamu. aku sayang kamu, nelly. ya, kamu.
kau membisu lagi, nelly?
mengapa? limaazaa, ya nelly?
oh, aku lupa.
kau, nelly..
hanyalah anak patung comel yang kunamakan NELLY.
adeh, maafkan aku sebab dah merosakkan fantasi, ilusi dan imaginasi korang sume. aku sebenanye tak berniat pun nak melabelkan topik ni sebagai 18sx, bukan. bukan niat aku, percayalah.
aku menggambarkan nelly sebagai anak patung aku dan aku menulis deskripsi tentang nelly tanpa ada sebarang syak wasangka mahupun niat halus yang tersirat dalam hati aku. sedangkan korang yang baca coretan aku, membayangkan nelly sebagai .....??? hanya tuhan je yang tahu ape mende yang korang bayangkan...
mungkin jugak aku membesar-besarkan cerita, mungkin jugak ayat-ayat aku terlampau unik, mungkin jugak aku memang nak tulis camtu.. dan mungkin jugak korang yang salah faham. ape-ape pun kemungkinan yang berlegar-legar di ruang angkase sekarang ni, ape yang penting....?? kerja...sama. adeh, lupakan wonderpets sekejap. ape yang penting, aku nak korang paham satu perkara.
rangkaian perkataan yang kita luahkan di alam nyata mahupun virtual, memantulkan bayangan personaliti kita; merungkap segala rahsia yang tersembunyi jauh di sebalik pintu nurani kita. kuncinya terletak di tangan orang yang mendengar atau membaca; sama ada untuk membuka pintunya, menyimpan kuncinya atau membaling ke sebelah sana. tindakan yang berbeza menghasilkan persepsi yang berbeza.
aduiyai, lampu koridor tepadam pulak. dah aku dalam kegelapan sekarang ni. malas aku nak capai suis lampu meja belajar aku.
surah al-'alaq, 96 ayat 3-5 yang maksudnya;
proclaim! and your lord is most bountiful- (3) he who taught (the use of) the pen- (4) taught man that which he knew not (5)
aku rasa tak payah nak ulas 200 ela maksud ayat di atas. korang sume ade akal, lu pikir la sendiri. bila allah dah bagi idea untuk mencoretkan sesuatu, gunakan idea tu tok tulis perkara yang baik, yang dapat menyumbang ilmu pada orang lain. bukan dengan niat untuk mengutuk dan menjatuhkan sesama sendiri.
dah dah, kalo aku sambung lagi ni, sampai subuh pon tak abis. kelas aku bakal bermula lebih kurang enam jam lagi. kene bangun sejam awal. nak mandi lagi. mekap, iron tudung, baju kurung. nak tengok cermin, baiki tudung, kemas katil, pakai bedak bedak.. adeh, banyak bende perlu diselesaikan.
aku cau lu. nelly dah pandang aku lain macam dah tu.
ni yang aku tak suka kalo mencoret dalam bahasa lidah aku. sebab banyak bende nak tulis. ruangnye seciput la sangat. boleh nak tulis berela-ela tapi nanti aku pulak yang jenoh nak menyemak semule.
aku takmo cakap aku tak tao nak ulas topik ape sekarang sebab aku tau yang sebenarnye sel-sel neuron dalam otak aku berhempas pulas cari idea tok post aku yang lain macam bunyiknye hari ni. ha, nampaknye ilham dah datang menjenguk kat kepale otak aku. kejap-kejap, bagi masa untuk aku bertindak balas.
time ni pulak henpon aku nak bergetar. nasib baik aku buat mod senyap. kalau tak, dah lama aku kene pelangkung dengan sahabat bilik aku sebab bunyi nada dering mesej masuk yang membingitkan telinga, sekaligus merosakkan suasana untuk melelapkan mata. maafkan aku. aku tidak bermaksud untuk meloyakan tekak kalian semua dengan menggunakan bahasa yang amat puitis, romantis dan gratis ini, namun aku tidak dapat menahan gelojak di dada untuk menjadi pejuang bahasa, biarlah cuma untuk seketika sahaja. pedulikan bahasa yang berbunga mawar ini, fokuskan minda kalian pada aku sebentar.
nelly yang berambut perang muda sedang melihat aku menaip. aku mengerling sekilas ke arahnya. singlet merah jambu yang dipakai nelly cukup seksi, merimaskan aku kadangkala. bentuk badannya yang menggiurkan mampu mengundang amarah yang tidak dijangka. iman sang jejaka pasti menunggu masa untuk pudar seketika saat melihat nelly berkeadaan sedemikian rupa. iris matanya hijau, hidungnya mancung, bibirnya mungil. sayang, nelly hanya berstokin. kasut tumit tingginya ditinggalkan sendirian. aku menelan air liur. cubaan....
bukan niatku untuk melawan fitrah, jauh sekali berperangai di luar tabii. namun apakan dayaku, sesekali syaitan cuba menyuntik jarum untuk memesongkan aku. imanku masih lagi kukuh. detik ini. aku menepis segala bisikan sang durjana. aku merenung tepat ke dalam mata nelly. maafkan aku, nelly. aku tak sanggup begini. bukan, bukan ku membencimu kerana rupa parasmu, pakaianmu. cuma aku terfikir, mampukah kita bertahan untuk satu jangka masa yang panjang? bolehkah aku berada di sampingmu buat selama-lamanya? tegarkah kau untuk sehidup semati denganku? nelly, mengapa kau membisu? jawab pertanyaanku. jawab..
aku cukup bersabar denganmu, nelly. apakah tidak cukup kasih sayangku selama ini? nah, aku bentangkan buktinya. aku tidak lupa untuk menyisir rambutmu yang ikal mayang tiap pagi. aku mengucup pipimu sekali dua, membuatkan mukamu kemerah-merahan. aku memelukmu lembut tanda aku sentiasa menyokong, bukan mengongkong. aku baring bersamamu. aku lena denganmu. masih tidak cukupkah semua itu, nelly? khabarkan padaku.
sukar untuk aku mengerti perasaan hatiku. aku sendiri tidak punya kekuatan untuk mentafsirkannya. atau mungkin, aku takut dengan kebenaran yang bakal dirungkaikan. aku tidak mampu berdepan dengan semua ini. sebelum apa-apa berlaku, izinkan aku berkata sesuatu. aku... aku... aku sayang kamu. aku sayang kamu, nelly. ya, kamu.
kau membisu lagi, nelly?
mengapa? limaazaa, ya nelly?
oh, aku lupa.
kau, nelly..
hanyalah anak patung comel yang kunamakan NELLY.
adeh, maafkan aku sebab dah merosakkan fantasi, ilusi dan imaginasi korang sume. aku sebenanye tak berniat pun nak melabelkan topik ni sebagai 18sx, bukan. bukan niat aku, percayalah.
aku menggambarkan nelly sebagai anak patung aku dan aku menulis deskripsi tentang nelly tanpa ada sebarang syak wasangka mahupun niat halus yang tersirat dalam hati aku. sedangkan korang yang baca coretan aku, membayangkan nelly sebagai .....??? hanya tuhan je yang tahu ape mende yang korang bayangkan...
mungkin jugak aku membesar-besarkan cerita, mungkin jugak ayat-ayat aku terlampau unik, mungkin jugak aku memang nak tulis camtu.. dan mungkin jugak korang yang salah faham. ape-ape pun kemungkinan yang berlegar-legar di ruang angkase sekarang ni, ape yang penting....?? kerja...sama. adeh, lupakan wonderpets sekejap. ape yang penting, aku nak korang paham satu perkara.
rangkaian perkataan yang kita luahkan di alam nyata mahupun virtual, memantulkan bayangan personaliti kita; merungkap segala rahsia yang tersembunyi jauh di sebalik pintu nurani kita. kuncinya terletak di tangan orang yang mendengar atau membaca; sama ada untuk membuka pintunya, menyimpan kuncinya atau membaling ke sebelah sana. tindakan yang berbeza menghasilkan persepsi yang berbeza.
aduiyai, lampu koridor tepadam pulak. dah aku dalam kegelapan sekarang ni. malas aku nak capai suis lampu meja belajar aku.
surah al-'alaq, 96 ayat 3-5 yang maksudnya;
proclaim! and your lord is most bountiful- (3) he who taught (the use of) the pen- (4) taught man that which he knew not (5)
aku rasa tak payah nak ulas 200 ela maksud ayat di atas. korang sume ade akal, lu pikir la sendiri. bila allah dah bagi idea untuk mencoretkan sesuatu, gunakan idea tu tok tulis perkara yang baik, yang dapat menyumbang ilmu pada orang lain. bukan dengan niat untuk mengutuk dan menjatuhkan sesama sendiri.
dah dah, kalo aku sambung lagi ni, sampai subuh pon tak abis. kelas aku bakal bermula lebih kurang enam jam lagi. kene bangun sejam awal. nak mandi lagi. mekap, iron tudung, baju kurung. nak tengok cermin, baiki tudung, kemas katil, pakai bedak bedak.. adeh, banyak bende perlu diselesaikan.
aku cau lu. nelly dah pandang aku lain macam dah tu.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
d'arts
first thing first. never in my life i got so lucky. in lucky draw session, i meant. and that night, during the annual general meeting (AGM) of culture and arts club, i got it, yay!! guess i shall stick to my lucky number, 71 from now on... :) astaghfirullah, syirik tu kot..
the excited state right after getting the so-called-prize
our emcee, farah farhanah :)
our charismatic president, akmal hakim
our soft-spoken advisor, madam zairila julia
the manifesto of nominees
lucky draw session :)
so that was the picture of the nasheed group who performed that night. the group is called.. erm.. cant remember the group's name.. huhu. they sang three songs; di manakah abi, why and senyum. di manakah abi is a lame song, even in G'RIMIS's last year's event the song had been performed several times. and why.. i think that is the same song been performed by the engenius's nasyeed group in their agm. hmmm.. lame. and senyum? come on, the song is so common, lor... even my grandma knows that song. why dont you guys pick up different and brand-new songs next time? well, its only a suggestion...
and here's 2 out of 4 of the chosen mainboard from the juniors.
now im patiently waiting for the next event: introduction to CAC..... :)
the excited state right after getting the so-called-prizespeaking of which, the AGM was even not that bad. pretty fine, i think. as im a loyal ex-g'rimis member, i dont wanna condemn too much on my beloved club. hehe. but i try not to be biased. culture and arts club now is the new name for the combination of the former two arts club here, G'RIMIS and GETAR.
the brothers attending the AGM
the sisters; mostly juniors
the brothers attending the AGM
the sisters; mostly juniors
our emcee, farah farhanah :)
our charismatic president, akmal hakim
our soft-spoken advisor, madam zairila julia
the manifesto of nominees
lucky draw session :)
so that was the picture of the nasheed group who performed that night. the group is called.. erm.. cant remember the group's name.. huhu. they sang three songs; di manakah abi, why and senyum. di manakah abi is a lame song, even in G'RIMIS's last year's event the song had been performed several times. and why.. i think that is the same song been performed by the engenius's nasyeed group in their agm. hmmm.. lame. and senyum? come on, the song is so common, lor... even my grandma knows that song. why dont you guys pick up different and brand-new songs next time? well, its only a suggestion...and here's 2 out of 4 of the chosen mainboard from the juniors.
now im patiently waiting for the next event: introduction to CAC..... :)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
d'medcy 2
here's what the medcy's agm looked like on that so-called auspicious night...
ladies of the emcees.... i am so proud of you guys.. go go go!! :)
sejuk... mata memandang... :)
adeh, salah teknik ar.. should raise ma hand higher...
mommy... wait for me~~~
knock3.. anybody home?? adeh sakit pinggang aku, kata madam dalam hati.
tada!! eh3 nape kuar ikut bumbung? pintu kecik sangat eh?? :)
the presentation of the nominees
warm-up session before the fighting started
eh2 ape yang berlaku ni, kata brader yang di tengah tu..
whoa3.. ini dah adegan 18SX ni.. eh silap2 18PG ker eh?? huhu~~
hey hey hey, put me down!!
adli: sharaf, aku mintak maaf sangat2.. maafkan aku ye... sob3
last-minute poem entitled 'wahai pelajar perubatan??' by asyrafuddin
the chosen commitees
baiah session
miss siti hajar officially agreed to the chosen commitees by signing the sheet
sooo, what say you?? :)
ladies of the emcees.... i am so proud of you guys.. go go go!! :)
sejuk... mata memandang... :)
adeh, salah teknik ar.. should raise ma hand higher...
mommy... wait for me~~~
knock3.. anybody home?? adeh sakit pinggang aku, kata madam dalam hati.
tada!! eh3 nape kuar ikut bumbung? pintu kecik sangat eh?? :)
the presentation of the nominees
warm-up session before the fighting started
eh2 ape yang berlaku ni, kata brader yang di tengah tu.. 
whoa3.. ini dah adegan 18SX ni.. eh silap2 18PG ker eh?? huhu~~
hey hey hey, put me down!!
adli: sharaf, aku mintak maaf sangat2.. maafkan aku ye... sob3aharaf: takpe2 adli, aku maafkan ko.. sob3
last-minute poem entitled 'wahai pelajar perubatan??' by asyrafuddin
the chosen commitees
baiah session
miss siti hajar officially agreed to the chosen commitees by signing the sheetsooo, what say you?? :)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
d'genius 2
so these are some previews of what happened that night. due to the slow wireless connectivity when i wrote the earlier post regarding this event, i cant upload em. now im glad i can show you guys all the pictures. enjoy!!
see the backdrop? interesting!!
is she smiling? geez, i din even turn my back to take this pic.
three guys in charge of the multimedia presentation and the emcee girl :)
madam gave us the meaningful speech...
the fellow nominees
their seats were in front of all of us!!
and why did this pic get to be here? not for me, for her.. :)
the poet and the poem in the poetic environment
all the poets on the stage
the nasheedians
afifi, the best candidate for the vice president's post of engenius. the DQ bro i mentioned earlier.
cool and wonderful pictures, aite? hmm, lets wait for the medcy's then you can compare between the two of em.
see the backdrop? interesting!!
is she smiling? geez, i din even turn my back to take this pic.
three guys in charge of the multimedia presentation and the emcee girl :)
madam gave us the meaningful speech...
the fellow nominees
their seats were in front of all of us!!
and why did this pic get to be here? not for me, for her.. :)
the poet and the poem in the poetic environment
all the poets on the stage
the nasheedians
afifi, the best candidate for the vice president's post of engenius. the DQ bro i mentioned earlier.cool and wonderful pictures, aite? hmm, lets wait for the medcy's then you can compare between the two of em.
d'medcy
i dare say that the medcy’s agm was not up to my expectation at all. it was only a so-so event; sorry to say, down one level compared to the engenius’s.
the empty backdrop disappointed me the most. and the brochure of tentatives?? in my opinion, those flaws indicated the unprepared and the unwillingness of the committees in charge. although it seems like a minor mistake, it is big enough for certain people who expected more from medcy.
for the number of brothers attending the ceremony, i felt sorry for medcy. maybe the brothers all went balik kampung, that explained the small number of them. after all, it was friday, aite?? of course the guys were all homesick and miss their lovely mommy…
it struck me that the ladies overpower the gentlemen in the emcees department. to prove it, two young gals were the emcees that night. soft-spoken and talented. english dorang berhabuk, wa cakap sama lu… the guy-in-charge for the multimedia presentation again didn’t pay much attention to the person on stage. he was busy talking on the phone!! mind ya, next time be alert okay!
the gimmick was hee-lay-ree-ous, tell ya. the cute little pink house with extra-small door represented the creative way sciences students’ think. couldn’t they make it any smaller? madam susilawati sure appreciated their effort if she didn’t have to bow down and hurt her back just to knock the door three times. and had the theme of the ceremony got anything to do with no more nerds, just jokers?? if that’s true, guess the mission accomplished.
i love the words of wisdom from our madam susilawati. i remembered her saying almost like this, the knowledge that is bestowed upon you is an amanah, not a privilege, so you have to work harder and excel in your studies here. i will keep that in my memory forever, madam. as for the brief presentation by the treasurer, i was sorry to say that the nervousness was seen clear as crystal on his face. he stammered frequently and i had no idea what was he gonna say. it’s better he just mentioned the balance amount of money left and let the slide did all the talking.
when i received the list of nominess, i was like, ‘good lord, why so many of them? and we had to choose only three from 14 or 15 candidates? sure gotta do a hell lot of thinking…’ and we had to choose the best three based on the power point presentation. again, i was like, ‘god, the slides are moving so fast that i cant even read all their characteristics and think which one is better. how can i vote?’ felt defeated, i passed my paper to izza and lifted the page of my novel. ‘nah, aku ikut je la ko nak undi sape2 pun, aku tak kisah…’ it turned out that the juniors were all aware of the candidates during pre-agm which was held several days before. haha, guess we better not attend the event that night as we skipped the pre-agm. i mean, why do we have to have the pre and the real agm? why don’t we just skip all the messiness and crappiness of it, and let the advisors pick just 3 best students to nominate for certain post and let us choose from there? wouldn’t that will save our precious time??
i think the climax of the ceremony was the stunts done by adli, sharaf and the gang. guys, speak loudly, please. and clearly. and hide your smile. all of us can barely heard the words you guys said. only the haa and hee managed to slip into our ears. what was that all about? we can only appreciate the cat-and-dog-fight among you guys, but not the details. on why you guys so hating each other. on why you guys need to shout in a high-pitched frequency. on why you guys have to run from the back of the hall up to the front and on the stage. later when you guys were aware of the use of a microphone, then we can almost got the points.
asyrafuddin recited the lines of the poem starting with, ‘wahai pelajar perubatan…’ then the sisters at the back said, ‘aik, pelajar perubatan je?’. me and izza looked at each other, grinned. there went the discrimination of the medic students against other members in medcy. i din meant to put it that way, but did the ‘biased thinking’ do exist in our community? i din even aware of it. thanks for the info, guys.
there was a time when the emcee mentioned that a song will be played for a while to calm the situation. i was wondering of the purpose of the song, actually. why, they cant find any nasheed singers to perform till they had to play the song from the speaker, eh?? till then i realized that that was part of the stunts. suddenly sharaf shouted from the back of the hall and the monotonous fighting routine began. again.
despite all the problems, i truly touched by the sensitivity of the committees who didn’t forget the quranic recitation in the beginning of the ceremony. as well as the al-mulk recitation in the end. that absolutely covered up almost all the flaws in the event. however, the guy who recited doa in engenius was better than in medcy’s. sorry, no offense.
and there went the refreshment: a hotdog!! yay, and all the problems and the mistakes of the earlier event were quickly forgotten. long live the hotdog! :)
the empty backdrop disappointed me the most. and the brochure of tentatives?? in my opinion, those flaws indicated the unprepared and the unwillingness of the committees in charge. although it seems like a minor mistake, it is big enough for certain people who expected more from medcy.
for the number of brothers attending the ceremony, i felt sorry for medcy. maybe the brothers all went balik kampung, that explained the small number of them. after all, it was friday, aite?? of course the guys were all homesick and miss their lovely mommy…
it struck me that the ladies overpower the gentlemen in the emcees department. to prove it, two young gals were the emcees that night. soft-spoken and talented. english dorang berhabuk, wa cakap sama lu… the guy-in-charge for the multimedia presentation again didn’t pay much attention to the person on stage. he was busy talking on the phone!! mind ya, next time be alert okay!
the gimmick was hee-lay-ree-ous, tell ya. the cute little pink house with extra-small door represented the creative way sciences students’ think. couldn’t they make it any smaller? madam susilawati sure appreciated their effort if she didn’t have to bow down and hurt her back just to knock the door three times. and had the theme of the ceremony got anything to do with no more nerds, just jokers?? if that’s true, guess the mission accomplished.
i love the words of wisdom from our madam susilawati. i remembered her saying almost like this, the knowledge that is bestowed upon you is an amanah, not a privilege, so you have to work harder and excel in your studies here. i will keep that in my memory forever, madam. as for the brief presentation by the treasurer, i was sorry to say that the nervousness was seen clear as crystal on his face. he stammered frequently and i had no idea what was he gonna say. it’s better he just mentioned the balance amount of money left and let the slide did all the talking.
when i received the list of nominess, i was like, ‘good lord, why so many of them? and we had to choose only three from 14 or 15 candidates? sure gotta do a hell lot of thinking…’ and we had to choose the best three based on the power point presentation. again, i was like, ‘god, the slides are moving so fast that i cant even read all their characteristics and think which one is better. how can i vote?’ felt defeated, i passed my paper to izza and lifted the page of my novel. ‘nah, aku ikut je la ko nak undi sape2 pun, aku tak kisah…’ it turned out that the juniors were all aware of the candidates during pre-agm which was held several days before. haha, guess we better not attend the event that night as we skipped the pre-agm. i mean, why do we have to have the pre and the real agm? why don’t we just skip all the messiness and crappiness of it, and let the advisors pick just 3 best students to nominate for certain post and let us choose from there? wouldn’t that will save our precious time??
i think the climax of the ceremony was the stunts done by adli, sharaf and the gang. guys, speak loudly, please. and clearly. and hide your smile. all of us can barely heard the words you guys said. only the haa and hee managed to slip into our ears. what was that all about? we can only appreciate the cat-and-dog-fight among you guys, but not the details. on why you guys so hating each other. on why you guys need to shout in a high-pitched frequency. on why you guys have to run from the back of the hall up to the front and on the stage. later when you guys were aware of the use of a microphone, then we can almost got the points.
asyrafuddin recited the lines of the poem starting with, ‘wahai pelajar perubatan…’ then the sisters at the back said, ‘aik, pelajar perubatan je?’. me and izza looked at each other, grinned. there went the discrimination of the medic students against other members in medcy. i din meant to put it that way, but did the ‘biased thinking’ do exist in our community? i din even aware of it. thanks for the info, guys.
there was a time when the emcee mentioned that a song will be played for a while to calm the situation. i was wondering of the purpose of the song, actually. why, they cant find any nasheed singers to perform till they had to play the song from the speaker, eh?? till then i realized that that was part of the stunts. suddenly sharaf shouted from the back of the hall and the monotonous fighting routine began. again.
despite all the problems, i truly touched by the sensitivity of the committees who didn’t forget the quranic recitation in the beginning of the ceremony. as well as the al-mulk recitation in the end. that absolutely covered up almost all the flaws in the event. however, the guy who recited doa in engenius was better than in medcy’s. sorry, no offense.
and there went the refreshment: a hotdog!! yay, and all the problems and the mistakes of the earlier event were quickly forgotten. long live the hotdog! :)
Friday, June 26, 2009
d'genius
it wasn’t as bad as i thought. the engenius’s agm (annual grand meeting) on thursday, june 25th was okay.
the traditional theme suited the event nicely. almost 500 students were cramped in the al-malik faisal hall (amf); sat on the mats gracefully (impatiently…), waiting for the ceremony to begin. the emcee announced the arrival of the vips. fyi, the master of the ceremony is a sister, i wonder if there’s no any other brother who’s man enough to take the challenge to be one. as many events i attended, the responsibility of the emcee always be on the sisters’. why, the brothers all coward, eh??
we stood to respect the vips. then we sat down. after that, we stood again to sing negaraku, asmaul husna and cfs song. i wonder if the committees are all aware of the sit-stand-sit-stand routine after all. cant they play the songs right after the vips came in? is this some kind of indirect torture??
the highlight of this event was to appoint new line-up to be a part of the engenius’s mainboard (vice presidents, assistant secretary and assistant treasurer). they walked in and up on the stage. they took their seat in front of the audience. yes, in front. omg, how can they manage to stay calm in their seat in front of all the people? for gossake, if i were in their shoes, i definitely interpret this situation as a pain humiliation and i will not be able to stop swaying my legs, staring and squirming in my seat.
in any kind of event, the ‘speech-time’ is the most awaited moment to take place. luckily the programme manager, anas delivered his speech briefly. then went the advisor. then the erm... the deputy head or something gave her speech. as we were busily chattering and laughing, she then said, “brothers and sisters, do you hear me?”. we kept silent. me and izza looked at each other, smiled. whoa, you got us madam. served us right. we aint suppose to talk while you were talking, aite? three rows of speeches made us disoriented for a while, lucky you transferred us back to reality. how nice of you. thank you madam. we will listen to you intently from now on.
the nominees, i realised were hilarious…. i meant it in a good way, of course. me and izza gave a special nickname for half of em. there’s the storyteller (the way she spoke resembled the way a girl was telling a story in a competition), the machoguy (his image on the screen was super-duper-handsome), the maturedbro (a darul-quran bro with a beard-and-moustache like the ustaz) and the confident (she spoke with a loud tone several times to express her courage). from my personal view, i don’t think we really need to list all sorts of different posts that we held in the former school. who cares if you are the president of chess club or the national debater? what matters is how you speak in front of us with confidence. your manifesto, of course is a series of sweet lies made up by you (i assume) but there’s no need at all to brag!! and you told us on why you really really want to hold the post. you praised yourself and told us how hardworking you are. a bit harsh, maybe to say that it’s all a series of nonsense.
as for the multimedia show, the graphics were creative and innovative. the designs of the new logo and the bureaus were fantastic. the words were made to be large enough for the back audience to see them. nice job. but the committees in charge of the power point din seem to pay much attention to the person on the stage. as they were busy talking with themselves, they paid no heed to the sister up there when she said next!!, asking for another slide to be shown. when the sister said next! for the third time, and the audience repeated next!, then the guys there quickly clicked, the next slide appeared. it is sure a tiring job eh, sitting there all time monitoring the laptops. one thing i managed to take notice of was the hairstyle of the committees. some of them got ‘spiky’ hair, in which i found it rather… cool. don’t ya think so??? haha.
time for the poem recitation. the lights were turned off immediately. it took us by surprise. the first poet stood at the back of the hall, reciting his line with the torch’s light shone at him. the second poet then recited her line in the middle of the sisters’ rows. the third one came from the brothers’ side. the idea was creative, actually. but their voices were unclear and drowned in the sea of noisiness among the audience. in the end of the show when all of the poets stood on the stage, then a voice was heard, ‘aku.. adalah aku..’ from the brothers’ side, mimicking the tone of the poets. all heads turned to the voice, thinking if there might be another poet left there. suddenly they all laughed as the so-called poet line was a joke. haishhh, budak-budak engin memang macam ni la, kan…. (hey, it’s a compliment!)
averagely, it was a successful event. the flaws were there, but there were not too obvious, i guess. the post-mortem session might help for improvements.
after all, i know. it is difficult to organise a 100% flawless and successful event. speaking based on own experience, yes indeed.
the traditional theme suited the event nicely. almost 500 students were cramped in the al-malik faisal hall (amf); sat on the mats gracefully (impatiently…), waiting for the ceremony to begin. the emcee announced the arrival of the vips. fyi, the master of the ceremony is a sister, i wonder if there’s no any other brother who’s man enough to take the challenge to be one. as many events i attended, the responsibility of the emcee always be on the sisters’. why, the brothers all coward, eh??
we stood to respect the vips. then we sat down. after that, we stood again to sing negaraku, asmaul husna and cfs song. i wonder if the committees are all aware of the sit-stand-sit-stand routine after all. cant they play the songs right after the vips came in? is this some kind of indirect torture??
the highlight of this event was to appoint new line-up to be a part of the engenius’s mainboard (vice presidents, assistant secretary and assistant treasurer). they walked in and up on the stage. they took their seat in front of the audience. yes, in front. omg, how can they manage to stay calm in their seat in front of all the people? for gossake, if i were in their shoes, i definitely interpret this situation as a pain humiliation and i will not be able to stop swaying my legs, staring and squirming in my seat.
in any kind of event, the ‘speech-time’ is the most awaited moment to take place. luckily the programme manager, anas delivered his speech briefly. then went the advisor. then the erm... the deputy head or something gave her speech. as we were busily chattering and laughing, she then said, “brothers and sisters, do you hear me?”. we kept silent. me and izza looked at each other, smiled. whoa, you got us madam. served us right. we aint suppose to talk while you were talking, aite? three rows of speeches made us disoriented for a while, lucky you transferred us back to reality. how nice of you. thank you madam. we will listen to you intently from now on.
the nominees, i realised were hilarious…. i meant it in a good way, of course. me and izza gave a special nickname for half of em. there’s the storyteller (the way she spoke resembled the way a girl was telling a story in a competition), the machoguy (his image on the screen was super-duper-handsome), the maturedbro (a darul-quran bro with a beard-and-moustache like the ustaz) and the confident (she spoke with a loud tone several times to express her courage). from my personal view, i don’t think we really need to list all sorts of different posts that we held in the former school. who cares if you are the president of chess club or the national debater? what matters is how you speak in front of us with confidence. your manifesto, of course is a series of sweet lies made up by you (i assume) but there’s no need at all to brag!! and you told us on why you really really want to hold the post. you praised yourself and told us how hardworking you are. a bit harsh, maybe to say that it’s all a series of nonsense.
as for the multimedia show, the graphics were creative and innovative. the designs of the new logo and the bureaus were fantastic. the words were made to be large enough for the back audience to see them. nice job. but the committees in charge of the power point din seem to pay much attention to the person on the stage. as they were busy talking with themselves, they paid no heed to the sister up there when she said next!!, asking for another slide to be shown. when the sister said next! for the third time, and the audience repeated next!, then the guys there quickly clicked, the next slide appeared. it is sure a tiring job eh, sitting there all time monitoring the laptops. one thing i managed to take notice of was the hairstyle of the committees. some of them got ‘spiky’ hair, in which i found it rather… cool. don’t ya think so??? haha.
time for the poem recitation. the lights were turned off immediately. it took us by surprise. the first poet stood at the back of the hall, reciting his line with the torch’s light shone at him. the second poet then recited her line in the middle of the sisters’ rows. the third one came from the brothers’ side. the idea was creative, actually. but their voices were unclear and drowned in the sea of noisiness among the audience. in the end of the show when all of the poets stood on the stage, then a voice was heard, ‘aku.. adalah aku..’ from the brothers’ side, mimicking the tone of the poets. all heads turned to the voice, thinking if there might be another poet left there. suddenly they all laughed as the so-called poet line was a joke. haishhh, budak-budak engin memang macam ni la, kan…. (hey, it’s a compliment!)
averagely, it was a successful event. the flaws were there, but there were not too obvious, i guess. the post-mortem session might help for improvements.
after all, i know. it is difficult to organise a 100% flawless and successful event. speaking based on own experience, yes indeed.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
joy
you know why do people love babies?
cuz they are cute.
adorable.
and bring a bundle of joy to the parents.
ps. dunno why am i writing this. could someone please tell me why??? :)
cuz they are cute.
adorable.
and bring a bundle of joy to the parents.
ps. dunno why am i writing this. could someone please tell me why??? :)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
sorrow
thanks for the tags, guys. got loads of em comin. i'll do em la8r kay!!! :)
for now, i am kinda depressed.
1. i want my LAPTOP back!! sent my baby for service, turned out there's the problem with the motherboard. almost two weeks still got no good news, lor!!
2. saw a friend with PINK VAIO LAPTOP and i want that too!! someday i'll buy it!! I WILL!!
3. i just bought my THE SIMS 3 but darn it, cant play without my lappie!! ARGHH!!
4. why is that our 1000 bucks allowance still not in yet?? huhuhu~~~
for now, i am kinda depressed.
1. i want my LAPTOP back!! sent my baby for service, turned out there's the problem with the motherboard. almost two weeks still got no good news, lor!!
2. saw a friend with PINK VAIO LAPTOP and i want that too!! someday i'll buy it!! I WILL!!
3. i just bought my THE SIMS 3 but darn it, cant play without my lappie!! ARGHH!!
4. why is that our 1000 bucks allowance still not in yet?? huhuhu~~~
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
xoxoxo
somewhere in the inner part of a unique place where the temperature is around 37'C or 98'F...
handso: look, ive had enough with you already! why dont you just write something on it??
braid: i am plain lazy. thats it.
handso: lazy? come on, you had enough rest for like... almost a week. and you said you are LAZY? gimme other solid reason!
braid: i have no idea what to tell. reasonable enuf??
handso: wtf? lame one, pal. i know u got like zillions other thingies and stuffies u wanna blurt out to them. just shake the bluff, will ya??
braid: aint gonna do it, mate. look, there's NO DIFFERENCE whether i post it or not. mind your own business, okay.
handso: it IS my goddamn business. i have this sense of hardworkingness and geekiness all along, and YOU ruin it! by not allowing me to work!
braid: whaddya mean? i dont get it. if u really wanna write, just write. dont blame me for your own clumsiness.
handso: you f***ing idiot! YOU are the one who controls everything! and YOU cant even get your sorry ass to work for these days! YOU prevent me from working. YOU dont let me move. YOU are the lazy one. so YOU are the one who should be blamed!
braid: okay. i wanna get some sleep. got anything else?
handso: sleep? SLEEP? all u ever think now is SLEEP? wake up, BRAIN!! get moving! keep posting on your blog. as one of your HANDS, i cant do anything if you dont send those neurons whatsoever to me to allow me to work!! you moron, get back here!! dont sle....zzzzzzz...
due to the plain stubborness and laziness of the braid a.k.a brain, the handso a.k.a hand cant do anything to maintain the constant posts to this blog. lots of apologies from the handso.
handso: look, ive had enough with you already! why dont you just write something on it??
braid: i am plain lazy. thats it.
handso: lazy? come on, you had enough rest for like... almost a week. and you said you are LAZY? gimme other solid reason!
braid: i have no idea what to tell. reasonable enuf??
handso: wtf? lame one, pal. i know u got like zillions other thingies and stuffies u wanna blurt out to them. just shake the bluff, will ya??
braid: aint gonna do it, mate. look, there's NO DIFFERENCE whether i post it or not. mind your own business, okay.
handso: it IS my goddamn business. i have this sense of hardworkingness and geekiness all along, and YOU ruin it! by not allowing me to work!
braid: whaddya mean? i dont get it. if u really wanna write, just write. dont blame me for your own clumsiness.
handso: you f***ing idiot! YOU are the one who controls everything! and YOU cant even get your sorry ass to work for these days! YOU prevent me from working. YOU dont let me move. YOU are the lazy one. so YOU are the one who should be blamed!
braid: okay. i wanna get some sleep. got anything else?
handso: sleep? SLEEP? all u ever think now is SLEEP? wake up, BRAIN!! get moving! keep posting on your blog. as one of your HANDS, i cant do anything if you dont send those neurons whatsoever to me to allow me to work!! you moron, get back here!! dont sle....zzzzzzz...
due to the plain stubborness and laziness of the braid a.k.a brain, the handso a.k.a hand cant do anything to maintain the constant posts to this blog. lots of apologies from the handso.
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