Wednesday, December 31, 2008

new look

new year's coming, new look is on the go. and how's the black going? matches ur mood? suits ur eyes?

ps. dear all my friendz, dont wanna change ur template eh? its new year!! lol.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008


"by your all word coming from you...represent a very strong and intelligent lady of you....

its like a rose ...small but has the strongest pleasant scent....

its hard to meet a girl...that have the "brain"...all i`ve met...just have the beauty...."

wtf?? that is so... lame. and yukkk. ewww. erghhh. *puke*

okay, the story goes like this. there's this one guy (he's a psycho maybe) i happened to know in tagged. he sent me messages (which i dont need to tell y'all th details) and me.. pretending to be all nice, replied back.

once he asked, "i just wondering why you put that teddy picture...instead of putting your own pic?"

i think u alrdy knw what's my reply, i said "nothing wrong wit that, aite? in other words.. none f ur business, dude. lol. dont mind my words. no offense. lol."

its not considered as rude, i guess. er.. is it? of course it isnt. so whaddya expect me to treat a stranger, with unconditional love and continuos caring? actually it depends on what kind of stranger, actually. lol.

hopefully that guy doesnt read this post. or if he does, one simple request:

next time u ever wanna write a poem for me, do compare me with nicole kidman or reese witherspoon. no no, make it erra fazira or nasha aziz. they do have brains and beauty, arent they?

is that too much to ask? lol.

Thursday, December 25, 2008


on hols again ryte now.. but got mid-sem exam after this..
books, wait a sec. here i come!! lol

Monday, December 22, 2008

stay up

know wut, me and my fren r plannin 2 stay up till... say, 3 or 4 am tonite. cuz our english outline still hasnt complete!!! the DEADline?? TOMORROW!!!

yeah i know, its my fault for not doing it asap.. no need to nag me around.. lol

Saturday, December 20, 2008


by the time i put the physics tutorial on the table and read the first question, i slip the paper back into my bag.

it is so damn difficult i dont bother to try it first. i just know it.

Saturday, December 13, 2008


am i too late to wish for eidul adha?? hope's not.

selamat hari raya!!! lol

Friday, December 12, 2008


lots of ways for havin fun. a friend of mine is clubbin right now. dont know what hes doing right at this moment. dancing, flirting, singing, headbanging whatsoever. btw, who cares?

im planning to watch the house series righhhtttt after this. yeah its one of the ways having fun. MY way.

suddenly i wish i never know him at all.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


he said i look dorky in this glasses. she said its too big. which in turn, makes me think of buying contact lens. not the hazelnut-babyblue-violet-greenish kinda lens, a plain one should do it. after all, im not gonna use it all the time. id say.. for special events only. huh, lyke wut?? lol.

Sunday, December 07, 2008


i accompanied my 8-year-old-sissy to find her make-up thingy; in east coast mall. we went to a girly shop then she browsed through the whole stack of colourful make-ups there.

i asked her 'what do u wanna buy?'

she said 'mascara' (is my spelling correct? lol.)

i was lyke, huh? mascara?

to tell you the truth, i had no idea what the hell it is. i mean, not lyke i dont have a clue about that thing. ive heard of the mascara before, something to do with your eyelashes or something, ryte? but i jus kinda forget what does it looks like. dont. laugh.

after few mins, thank god.. i found it. at the top of the rack, it stated there; mascara. i gave it to my sis. she then looked at it and said 'this one is blue. got black?'

i was lyke, huh? what blue? how do u know? gosh, lucky i dont say it out loud as the two salesgals were there. they might have thought i was a stupido. at that instant i grabbed the other mascara and passed to her. 'ha, this one is black'

phew.. at last. i thought she was done, but then she said again 'i want this eye-shadow and a lipstick. a small one'. whaaaattt???

oh boy oh boy oh boy.. my dad gave me only rm30 to spend on her. i had to do quick mental calculation so that the money is enough for her things. after she got her stuff, i paid em.. and sighed.

god, i really have no idea what she will be 10 years later. my only wish, dont let me do the shopping with her on that particular time. lol.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

jolly holly

here comes the holiday again! a week at home should be more than enough.
at 10pm yesterday i got back home - my uncle fetch us(my sis+me), my lil sissy shouted our names.. grabbed our hands and asked me to read up storybooks to her. pretended to be nicey (although i was so damn tired after the journey), i took the nursery rhyme book (which i bought from mph), and started singing. baa baa black sheep... lol.

my sis-jehan told me about her camping trip - way too scary as she received messages from lesbians!! i was lyke 'omg! that cant be true, ryte?' she said there were lesbos at the camp in which.. i cant say for sure if it was true. i mean, it was some sort of an islamic camping thingy... oh my, anything can happen anywhere, aite? no biggie.

my other sis-syakira suddenly came into my room, grabbed my backpack (with laptop inside it) and ran off to my mom's room. i shouted over at her and laughed. oh boy, looks lyke she is more likely to celebrate my laptop than i am! indeed, who can resist the power of the sims? lol.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


engenius won!!! yay!! i shouldve support medcy but.. ah doesnt matter lah..

arent they sweet?? i mean, the engenius team.. lol
notice my bad handwriting on the board? owh please, dont u think of saying a word of it.. lol

Saturday, November 22, 2008


so life's a bit tight recently, got so many in hands but just as the time passed by.. just need to keep up with it; doing what's best for the best.

geez, whats up with those words up there? that is SO not like me.. yeah, maybe im upset with what happened but that doesnt mean i need to blurt it out to you right?

haha, now im thinking me doing all this blogging stuff is no longer safe anymore. i mean, for myself. cuz i just tend to tell off everything about my life whether its personal or not in this column. isnt that's gonna cause me a hell lot of trouble?

ha one more thing.. ah its nothing, its between me and him only.. lol

Thursday, November 13, 2008


my mom called me several nights before. told me my sis was kinda missing me a lot. she looked at my pic and brought it to bed. she cried frequently. so my mom asked me to talk to her.

i said yes.

when the line being passed to her, i can only hear her sobbing - calling my name. i greeted her, asked her how's life there... with my own tears rolled heavily on my cheek. i just cant stand if someone was crying: especially my family members. call me whatever, but that's me.

my voice quivered slightly but i didnt make it clear to her that i was crying. i acted like im happy to talk to her and told her i was going back home soon. she then stopped crying and talked to me.

a call came in later. its her again. telling me she's sorry and good night. told me she loves me. i replied i love you.

8-year old kid she is. its me who's supposed to do the crying, not you dear. next time dont let it happen again. call me if you need me. ill be there.

dont cry again.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


im planning on doing the research on 'medical student syndrome' also known as 'hypochondriasis of medical students'. gotta write a term paper and submit next february. but my teacher's gonna ask us for the updates on our current research. so, where did i just now???? okay, lets surfing. lol.

any help?

Saturday, November 08, 2008


eight things happened during the holiday:

1. finished my barbara delinsky’s family tree – an interesting novel I’d say. White father, white mother but they got a black baby. The father’s side are 100% sure their ancestors are white so they put the blame on the mother since she didn’t have any clue about her heritage whatsoever. At first the father even doubted the baby was his own daughter! He even accused his own wife having an affair with their neighbour, a black guy who had a crush with her long time ago. They had to do the DNA test to make sure the baby was officially the product of his doings; not someone else. How ridiculous is that? What kind of husband who is so cruel to do that? Does he ever heard of the word TRUST? To make it short, it turns out that the father and his family were wrong. The black trait came from the father’s side, haha.

2. bought jodi picoult’s collection of the tenth circle, mercy and keeping faith. Tenth circle: done. Mercy: still reading. Keeping faith: later.

3. the wedding thingy? Ring a bell? Owh, just so you know, I was one of the crew members in the wedding preparation. Haha, don’t believe me eh? Okay, here’s the proof. I was the one who chopped the pineapple er… cut and sliced the pineapple to be served for the newly-weds. Unbelievable? Believe it.

4. forced by my mom to attend this religious sort of activity where we prayed maghrib and isyak’ congregationally, with the solat hajat and there was the talk to knock some senses into the heads of teenagers so that they respect and appreciate their family and life more. And there came the advice of the aurah part – how I LOVE that. *sigh* I was listening to david archuleta’s crush on when the ustazah said something about the dress code that we should always observed… or is it time for refreshments already?

5. cant get enough of the sims 2 – the apartment life. My sisters were strongly influenced by me as they kept begging me ‘kak ain, kak ain.. malam ni… je’ then ‘kak ain, nak create sim je.. pastu dah’ and there goes ‘ala.. sket je lagi nak abis nih.. jap je lagi, kak ain kan dah nak balik dah uia…’ so I was like, ‘okay fine, do whatever u guys wanna do.. as long as you don’t crush my laptop’. Guess I have to set some ground rules around here – only one gaming hour for each of them, not more than that. Or.. should I behave like a matured sister and stop playing the stupid games? Duh.

6. my sister shoved me a local English novel, telling me to go through the pages and read it. I scanned it, made a face and said ‘huh? What’s with the hadith, quranic verses and all sort of advice here?’ I thought she’s gonna let that thing off for a while. You know what, during our break in secret recipe after hours of shopping, she told my dad about my not-so-good behaviour of which.. as a good girl, I shouldn’t do that. In front of her, at least. She lamented ‘see? She got no interest in this kind of religious novel, all she want is those secular novels only.’ I pushed my jodi picoult’s mercy into my bag. My sister even mimicked my face expression earlier in which, I strongly denied because… she was exaggerating! She made it look like I was disgusted by the religious novel in which I maybe not quite ‘attracted’ to that kind of novel. Sounds better like that.

7. yeah, the herbal tea thing. I saw this green box in watsons and asked my dad to buy it, since it was stated there ‘detoxslim; natural clenx tea’. I thought ‘why not give it a try, got nothing to lose..’ my dad at first kinda disagree to let me try the tea as he said, it was not gonna work, all you got is only a stomachache. But being me, I persuaded him – promised to finish all the tea packs within two weeks. My dad said ‘okay, let’s see..’. After two times consuming the tea, I had to pay several visits to the toilets, not to mention the moment my stomach made this grumbling noise at 3 in the morning and I gotta rush to the toilet a.s.a.p! pretending like its not a big deal, I kept drinking the tea (to prove to my dad that he was wrong, to tell him I am so gonna keep my promise) until I had trouble with my stomach during our shopping time in east coast mall!! I was like, ‘dammit, why is that my stomach chose this moment to grumble? i cant just go to the toilet mall as my dad was in a hurry to go back home!’ so I suffered all through the way back and dashed towards the toilet a second after my dad opened the door. And now, I had to think twice before I had the nerve to grab that tea sachet again. my dad keep asking me ‘oh, the tea finished already?’ and I pretend not to hear him.

8. it is becoming a mutual habit of mine to ‘show my love and affection’ towards my sisters. Hair-grabbing, fist-fighting, superpoke and quarelling are the best ways of showing one’s gratitude towards her sisters. Shouting at each other’s face and slapping the backs are just perfect to start the day. *grin*

Friday, November 07, 2008

new horizon

barack hussein obama is now the 44th president of the united states. goodbye john mccain and bush.

change it is. change for the better, i hope so.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

thank god

the result for our first sem exam is finally out! mine is just the average one; i'm not so categorized as the genius geek, mind you.

be back for 2nd semester this sunday. here i come!

Monday, November 03, 2008


a wedding shouldn't be grand but lifeless. simplicity is enough but with happiness. what is ME doing there? here's what i call - preparing for the big day. nay, 10 years later maybe..

* i prefer pink

Monday, October 27, 2008


when your younger sisters wish you to be taller than them, suddenly you'll think of doing the bone operation - my lecturer mentioned about the bone being cut off and the doctor'll insert the tissue-whatsoever to make the bone longer. i know it's a crazy stuff but think of it over and over again, i should be grateful for who i am.. at least enough to persuade myself not to think about the height-thingy anymore..

but you know what, once when me and my younger sister jehan went to the petrol station to buy mineral water, there's this one guy said we looked like friends. not to mention several innocent questions 'who's the eldest sister here, you or you?' pointing hand to me and my younger sister. the most embarassing moment was when you were being mistaken as the younger one plainly because you are one inch shorter than your sis.

my sisters dont like me being the younger one. they're just jealous of me looking so young, dont you think so? ha.ha.

Saturday, October 25, 2008


muaahha.ha.ha. i got my laptop already! seems like my frowning-all-day plan worked! yesterday my dad gave it back to me, asked me not to spend more time playing games or else.. he's gonna take it back. i grinned and took my beloved compaq happily.

at 4 we're going to my mom's kampung - for a wedding. actually my mom went earlier for the preparation and my sisters and my dad will come later; that means today lah. it's my cousin's wedding. yeah maybe i'll include the pics later.

so long my friends - my sims are waiting for me. see ya. *grin*

Friday, October 24, 2008


nothing to do right now, im in holiday till 9th next month so other than playing the sims, ive got nothing else to do. am i pathetic?

now that my dad stole my laptop, i am so bored to death! actually, he's doing the right thing. when your daughter is so glued to the games 24/7, no one but you yourself must take charge, dont you think so?

but you know what this means to me? its only one thing - war.

Monday, October 20, 2008


i'm in su casa hotel now - after finished biology exam this evening, my family and i went straight to this apartment-like hotel to get rid of all the stress in our mind. right now im the only one who is still awake, my sisters all gone to sleep already.

*yawn* im also sleepy lah.. ha, forgot to tell ya.. yesterday i dreamt about him, believe it or not? haha anyway, gudnyte and wish me dreaming of him again tonight..

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


we've met in the tuesday-pasar-malam just now and casually i walked past you on my way back to the campus while you and your friend are heading to the pasar malam. with your favourite-dark-shirt as you usually wear, i held my breath and squeezed my eyes; smiling joyfully after the unexpected encounter. gosh, i must be insane to think that you ever notice my presence there.

forget about the useless-romantic-thought, i'd like to tell you that me and liza got two free slices of keropok lekor!! the story goes like this - i said to liza that i felt like eating the delicious keropok lekor so we stopped at a stall, waiting for our turn to be served.

'kak nak brape kropok ni?'
'er.. singgit. eh, dua ringgit..' i didnt expect the seller to ask me about the keropok, so i stammered a bit.
'oh, dua ringgit.. tak de masalah.. mane2 pun boleh..'
me and liza looked at each other and giggled at his instant reply.
'ni ha, amik kropok free ni, malu nanti rugi.. ha ambik ambik..'
he offered a keropok to each of us and the other girl beside us. we laughed.
'masukkan skali dalam plastik boleh tak?'
'eh boleh, boleh.. ha ni, skali.. masuk dua lah.. padan muka biar berat bawak nanti..'
we laughed. gosh, this man really is something.. he gave the plastic to me. heh, keropok free, who doesnt want, ryte? haha. now liza's turn.
'ni gelak-gelak ni, nah amik dua jugak lah.. nah, selamat hari raye..'
we laughed and thanked the kind keropok seller, walking back..

that's when i met him. i thought he's going back home already. the rain starts to fall lightly...

gosh, why shouldn't i think of offering him an umbrella?

Monday, October 13, 2008


my roommate teha had left the room this evening; balik kampung for the holiday of course. me, liza and fara had to wait till our exam finishes. mine, math on this saturday and biology on sunday. god, cant wait to get back home; playing the sims and spore!! my recent-pirate-dvd-game bought last holiday, haha.

i'm planning to get the jonas brothers latest album; a little bit longer - i gotta buy it secretly since my parents wont let me get hold of any 'unnecessary' and 'un-nasheed' cds. guess i have to set my modus operandi carefully so that it'll be greatly unnoticed, hehe.

when your brain cells are being attacked by the streneous force of the campbell-adapted-scientific-terms like photorespiration, CAM pathway, photosystem, rubisco, succinyl coA, Kreb's cyle, Calvin cyle and whatever cycle in this world, you gotta find the way to increase the rate of brain absorption - signaling your medulla oblongata to send neurons to other related parts of your organ so that those images will be kept in your brain memory untouched. sometimes when you experience regular mental breakdown, you have to grab any campbell-biology-textbook nearby and go through the page of human respiration - there you can find the right techique of inhalation and exhalation; memorize those steps and what's more important, UNDERSTAND how your body system works. hopefully your stress will be reduced shortly after you get to know the real concept of breathing.

phew, the word 'biology' manages to send electric signal to my brain cells, trigger the feeling of nervousness to all my organs right now. my stomach hurts, my head aches, my hand trembles, my eyes sore... god, how i wish the time will past real soon.. so that i can throw away the campbell, bury it in my cupboard and patiently wait for the next semester to come to get hold of it again.

for now, here's the picture of us during the hari raya aidilfitri; cool isn't it? er.. except for my youngest sis, she really is a pic-spoiler.. haha

maybe this one looks better, huh?

yeah, whatever..

Saturday, October 11, 2008


although both of us are in the same institution, we’ve barely seen each other. i kinda miss you. a lot actually. now that we’re in the final-exam-period, the probability to accidentally meet each other is relatively small. not even one, I guess.

i know u had your computer class on thursday. after my biology class ended at 4, i always tried to find ways to see you. most of the times i dragged my friend, kyra to walk past the stad office just to have a glance at you walking to the computer lab. i had no idea whether you spot me in the middle of the people or not but one thing for sure, i walked back feeling satisfied and longed to see you again the next thursday.

during ramadhan, i love the feeling of anticipation whether you might be in the bazaar or not. at times our eyes met while walking on the same path, i recognize a glint of smile in your eyes. sometimes when you stroll along and laugh with your friends, i turned my head quickly to avoid your gaze. i pretended not to see you but deep down inside, i need to see your smiling face again. to make sure i can have a look at you, i went to the bazaar everyday. and you don’t disappoint me either. except for saturday and sunday, you were there each time i silently wish for you to appear.

i had this feeling that you are not gonna have a look at me even once considering the fact that you are tall, fair-looking, lean and handsome vs me, a little plain jane, neither gorgeous nor pretty and so totally the opposite of you. yeah, i got nothing to offer to you, im not an urban girl, im not rich, i’m not intelligent.. im just nobody. that’s just the painful truth i have to accept.

i realise both of us are from two different worlds apart. you are heading to gombak campus for your ict course, while im in kuantan studying medic. i even don’t know if this is your last semester here.. see? i know nothing about you. i don’t even know your full name, but people call you s***** - i know that. nothing else but only that. ironic, is it?

argh, i had this despair mood over me already. better i stop now. for mr.S, good luck to you. consider this fact: i’m an expert in tackling the love mystery among my friends, but i’ve got zero power to solve my own puzzle. haha., don’t you think so?

who's gonna help me now? not you, for sure.


my friend, qila was head over heels with mrF.A, the so-called-macho guy from her arabic class. she’d been longing to have his phone number a long time ago, and at last she got it with some kind of indirect help from her ustaz. they kept messaging, day and night.. anywhere, anytime, anyplace.. ok, i was exaggerating a bit.. haha

its about time to mention my part in this story. one day in our english class, qila told me she kinda like, admire, love.. opss.. adore mrF.A so much.. (she had this wide-to-the-ear smile and dreamy eyes each time the name of mrF.A arose..) so i asked her..

(the conversation has gone through several layers of editing to spice up thing a bit but the originality is still preserved)
‘you always say u like him, fond of him.. but does he know that?’
‘of course no. why?’
‘gosh, so how do you know he feel the same thing as you are?’
i cut back. ‘what if the feeling is just one-sided, and he thinks you are just merely a friend? is it ok with you?’
‘so what should i do? its not-so-like me to hit on straight to him, saying i like him just like that.. ewww, no way..’
‘ala, pandai-pandai lah you find the way to state your feelings to him.. but one thing for sure, u gotta know what he feels about you..’

when it comes to the love-thingy, leave it to the expert… which is me, in this case. haha. few days later, in the same old-looking classroom..
‘pah, i’ve confirmed it already..’ (with her usual girlish smile)
‘haa?? so how? come on, story la skit..’ i asked eagerly, don’t wanna prolong the surprise. she nodded and grinned. i laughed and urged her to tell us the whole story.

(the dialogue has to go in bahasa to make it more… hilarious and romantic, haha)
‘aku msg la dgn dye.. bagitau pasal shaq (bukan nama sebenar) yang slalu kacau aku tu.. aku cakap la aku tak suke shaq tapi dye tak faham2 bahase, sokmo je si shaq tu msg aku yang ngarut2.. aku pun jadi rimas lah..’
‘ha pastu pastu??’
‘pastu mrF.A reply ‘biarlah qila dengan shaq, xpe kan..’ pastu aku balas balik ‘janganlah macam tu, qila tak suke dye la.. nangis kang…’ dye balas plak ‘janganlah nangis, tak… qila bukan dengan dye, qila dengan abang je..’’

me and my friend yani squeaked in delight, giggled and commented on mrF.A’s oh-so-romantic reply. we laughed non-stop and qila continued..
‘pastu aku kate la ‘ameen..’ then dye reply balik ‘eh, nanti jadi betul karang baru tau’ pastu aku balas ‘x pe la kalau jadi betul pun..’

briefly, those sweet messages bring nothing but the plain truth and happiness to both sides. and as for me, yani and iza.. we are happy for you, pal… although mrF.A asked qila to keep their relationship as a secret, but you know.. there’s no such thing as secret among girlfriends. i jokingly say to her..
‘nanti aku nak pura-pura la tanye kat mrF.A ‘ko kenal qila tak?’ and kate kat dye ‘qila kirim salam kat ko, mrF.A..’
qila pinched me angrily..
‘don’t you dare do that, pah..’
‘ala, just wanna see his reaction, ok what…’

although i know qila didn’t permit me to say any single word to mrF.A, i just cant resist the urge to fool around a bit.. one day, after our biology class has ended, i waited at the door and waited for mrF.A to reach the door. then i said..
‘mrF.A, qila kirim salam..’
he blushed. ha. ha. ha. i cant stop myself from laughing, thinking he must be real embarrassed. i have no idea whether the other boys might hear my words or not.. basicly, i did that to see his reaction (as i said to qila before, i mean it) haha

that night, qila called me, scolding me for my unexpected action. words travel so fast, must be mrF.A telling her about that incident.

i just laughed back heartily.


lately, my best buddy nad is a 'sms'aholic: proved by the erratic ringing tone coming from her phone almost 24/7!! she kinda admire this guy: mr.A (bukan nama sebenar) and asked me to get his phone number from my former friend, nash. so i managed to coax him into surrendering mr.A's number to me. nash told me that mr.A's got gf already.. a sweet-15 girl from his previous school. they've been dating for almost several years back and they're still going steady for this moment. when i broke this news to nad, she was like, 'oh really? so he already have a gf. it's ok, i just wanna be friends with him..' although she was screaming like maniac right after she said that, and i had to calm her down with promising words - 'they might not be able to last long', i'm not very sure myself whether she'll be able to accept the ugly truth or not.

to make it short, from that day onwards.. nad and mr.A started to sms - mr.A didn't even know who is nad cuz she refused to expose her identity to him. nad told me everything about the content of his smses; complained that he always mentioned about his gf to her.. at the same time showered her with romantic words like 'sayang' and 'kalau kita couple..'. i was like, what the... what's the use of giving false hope to another girl since he already got one? that guy really made me pissed off and i felt like kicking his ass in front of his gf. who cares? yeah maybe nad will surely lecture me for my act but.. hey!! that guy is so not for you, he's using you, he's a playboy, wake up and kick his ass real hard!! oh how i wish i can tell you that, nad.. the fact that i cant utter the words cuz they might hurt you made me feel unconfortable inside. really.

while we were sitting in the bus on the way to uia few days ago, nad told me 'i watched this romantic indonesian movie ( the one with acha, irwanshah and the other girl.. i kinda forgot the title - im not into that type of movie actually) six times and i cried for every single time i watched it..' owh.. sorry i cant help you with anything, pal.. just few unsure words that might cool you down a bit. fyi, nad always call me and sometimes come over to my room informing me about that guy, with a sad and gloomy face - that's for sure. and me.. always been a good listener and advisor. hehe.

now that she stopped admiring about mr.A (i hope..), she got another guy - mr.N to cherish her. mr.N is a lecturer in uia gombak and kuantan campus.. if i told u the story of how they 'hooked' together, it must be a two-hours-sitting in this cc.. argh, i cant stand that.. so u gotta read what i’ve offered here only, ok.. get back to the nad-mr.N story, the same goes to mr.N – he has no idea who is the real nad, never meet or speak to her face-to-face. poor him. but at least ‘sms’ing with mr.N doesn’t make her frown, she’s always cheerful and happy at times she babbles about him to me. and that’s okay with me since my service as a counselor wont be needed again. haha.

the thing is.. i don’t know how long mr.A and mr.N can stand ‘sms’ing with an invisible friend (quoted from nad) and how long the secret that’s being safely hidden in nad’s pocket will last.. i’m anxiously waiting for the moment where the guarded secret will be exposed, eagerly hoping for a positive outcome from both of the poor guys..

gosh, i better prepare a box of tissues and sharpen my skills in the art of providing comfort words for the heartbroken gal.. oh how i wish it’s not gonna turn out as bad as i’ve imagined..

Monday, October 06, 2008


guess what, i checked out my mail just now and 89 messages inbox? not that i'm too lazy to sign in and read my messages, its just that.. em, well.. too busy studying might be the right excuse? or too 'busy' playing games. hehe.

god, my biology tutorials are left untouched until now.

math assignments: done.

hm, i should make it in capital.


now i just have to reach for the biology papers.. come on..

Friday, October 03, 2008

open house

3rd daya of raya: been busy from morn til eve.

10am: went hari raya-ing in the houses of relatives and friends
2pm: did math's assignment
3pm: played the sims seasons 2 games
5pm: helped my mom preparing for open house tonight

yeah, my grandma and my dad's siblings are gonna come over for a dinner after maghrib, so i'm quite busy in the kitchen right now.

busy cooking? nay, i got zero talent in the art of cooking. well, boiling the water sure is easy. er.. could you please remind me again on how to do that?

Monday, September 29, 2008


tomorrow we're gonna balik kampung and celebrate hari raya! cant wait to eat lots of kuih raya - almond london, cornflakes and kuih bunga cina are super-duper-yummy.

study? heh, just finished studying arabic, well.. maybe i'll do math's assignment after raya. and biology? erm.. where can i slip this subject in my pretty-busy-eating-kuih-raya routine after raya?

Friday, September 26, 2008


jeng jeng jeng!!

me and liza fooling around

hafiz sings beautifully

cicik with his guitar

that guy in white got free cd!! not fair!!

hafiz hamidun and cicik

Thursday, September 25, 2008


phew.. at last we managed to conduct the iftar quite well, our president said it was 70% successful; still it was an a-okay for me. during the post-mortem, i had been brainwashed severely; which part hurt the most? my heart. plus that time, i've had two session of brain-torture in which; both of the unsatisfied parties were my president and programme manager. nay, no need to explain more; i'll survive. if the 'survive' means acting cold each and every time i meet them, answer their questions briefly even if they need more precise answer and pretending not to glance at them when we walk on the same pathway...
aha, that's what i'm talking about!!

okay, i've got few pictures of the iftar to share with you. happy viewing!

spot suhaimi in the middle there!

ina and her baybee!!

sisters during iftar

orphans from asrama qana'ah

audience of mini concert

yeah, it may not be like a grand iftar at all; probably because of the lack of publicity and perhaps.. the students just dont like to come to a erm, well.. quite religious ceremony like this one.. well, i'll upload more pictures later.. for now, i wanna go upstairs and pack my things up coz tomorrow is the day of.... balik kampung!!! *grin*

Monday, September 22, 2008


few days before, i've been busy sorting out things to do regarding g'rimis iftar jamai'e (break-fast ceremony) due today. today! and we do have special appearance; hafiz hamidon, suhaimi + ina, muadz, akbar, iq-nig (iium's nasheed group) and orphans from asrama qana'ah. but our most critical problem: tickets!!

i wonder if the rm5 ticket is too expensive for college students or they just don't wanna get involved in this nasheed thingy. yesterday we set up the backdrop after tarawih and lasted till 3am. i had to go back early cuz my math group presentation still in progress, had to extend my sleep hour until 4am. *yawn*

luckily my bio quiz been postponed to tomorrow. argh, i pray fervently that the iftar'll run smoothly, god please please please!

Saturday, September 13, 2008


just finished my final exam for english paper - writing + reading + grammar. but there's got another english paper after raya. *sigh*

this ramadhan i've experienced irregular sleeping patterns throughout the day, feels like 24/7 wanna lie on the comfy bed. heheh, is that a serious symptom that needs to be supervised?

but the compulsory thingy that i gotta do every evening; guess what? bazaar ramadhan!! haha, luckily i have liza; my sweet roomie who walk beside me throughout our journey for almost like several kilometres from cenfos to the bazaar. quite tiring + exhausting but fun! heheh.

wasting our time hanging out in the bazaar seems decent enough rather than snoring loudly in the bed. haha.

what a ramadhan it is.

Friday, September 05, 2008


lots of things goin on here lately, but i refuse to say lot more. been busy for quizzes, tutorials and assignments. and a secret project is still runnin. dunno whether it'll work as planned or not.

btw, ahlan ya ramadhan..
'kedatanganmu dinanti, pemergianmu ditangisi'

Saturday, August 30, 2008


few hours more, we'll be celebrating our independence day. as if i'll be goin out and shouting merdeka on top of my lungs, carrying jalur gemilang all the way around the neighbourhood and trying to boost the merdeka spirit within ourselves. like hell im gonna do that. not in a million years.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008


got exhibition, charity stalls, games and quizzes, clothes sale and many more. quite interesting. they have talk and forum being organised for the nights as well.

Sunday, August 24, 2008


introduction to grimis ended up just now - 11 pm. the ceremony supposedly started at 8.15pm according to the brochures been given to the members but, sad to say there were only like twenty sisters showed up at that time. no sight of brothers. even one.

after waiting for few mins, kak ros came and the ceremony begun. the brothers entered the room one by one. oh they do exist, i thought their entire population has been wiped out by the natural disasters, massive explosion or something.

with fariq and adib being the emcees, they managed to cover up certain weaknesses during the event. when the sound of presentation couldnt be heard clearly, they said it was a surprise created on purpose for us. when it took quite a long time to make the show available, they chatted happily and shifted our attention from staring at the lcd projector to their non-stop babbling.

each bureaus presented the details about them with different ways. percussion bureau blew the night away with their percussion skills whereas the vocal bureau woke us up with their voice - singing nasyeed song entitled harapan. stage bureau showed off their talent by acting - spontaneous act; we've been told. while economy and d'graphic bureaus preferred to use power point presentation.

still, there got few mistakes here and there and the committees are holding a post-mortem session right now. im here but they are still in meeting. haha. cuz im not in the list of organizing committees for the ceremony just now but the upcoming event; iftar jamaie - well, im waiting nervously for that day to pass by successfully. hopefully.

why do i keep posting comments on the events i've attended? er, dunno. for fun, i guess? dont ask me why.

Friday, August 22, 2008


yesterday was the closing ceremony of english language festival. as one of the audience, i cant help to give few comments on the smoothness of the program being organised by the committees here.

as we stepped into the hall, balloons were everywhere. then there's the rambu-ramba thingy decorated the wall. the backdrop was quite okay, stage is perfect, arrangement of chairs seemed unique and judged by the one-look of appearance of the hall, everything's gonna be mind-blowing.

but the total performance of that night failed to match our first impression. the ceremony of which was supposed to be a grandeur event turned to be a failure. well maybe not a major failure. most students just wanna had a break by walking out of the hall in the middle of the ceremony, the wide screen just chose that moment to refuse to roll down willingly and the committee had to climb the ladder to make it rolled, the prizes were just perfectly arranged as we can see the winner had to wait few minutes on the stage to claim his prize, the 'boria' performance was just funny enough to prove that they are well-prepared, the sermon by the girls was just loud enough for us to hear each and every single words they talked; the background music just managed to be as loud as their voice and the green elf just had to take over the mic several times when the event didnt go well; proving that he can do multiple job at the same time - prize distributor and emcee as well.

ive done with the unsatisfying parts, now the good part was the patriotism sketch by english level 5 students - enjoyable and meaningful enough for us to think of the merdeka spirit even for a moment. the emcees were flawless in english, i wonder if she's egyptian. i waited eagerly for my dear friend, alkaff to capture our attention by her sweet voice but then, she didnt show up. after all, she was the winner of the individual category.

the hilarious sketch by the winner of group category dominated the stage once again. it was better than before. they changed the script as well as the ending mainly because the dean and other lecturers were there. or they just wanna show us that they were talented actors who can act spontaneously even if the script was not provided. i sensed a glint of hypocrite here, as they refused to perform the real sketch as in mystage before. are they afraid the vip's might not like it? are they afraid if the audience might get bored by the same sketch? are they desperate enough to change the script at last minute?

the ceremony ended with a big surprise especially for the lecturers. the lecturers were invited to the stage and there was a brief presentation of the lecturers candid pics along the festival week. then the committees brought two cakes from the back of the hall up to the stage. they asked the lecturers to blow the candles. owh how sweet was that. we were allowed to leave the hall. the end.

well, i wondered if the committees didnt do a rehearsal before as there was a lot of glitches. i didnt hold any grudge towards anybody but the bitterness of the ceremony yesterday left me speechless. i know u guys can do better than that. way better than that. i know it.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


my sis asked me to translate her resume - bored. my mobile went missing - sad. painful contact with everything solid like window pane, door, desk etc - ouch. photography session with my classmates canceled due to the rain - frustrated. mild arguments with friends several times - tensed.

think god wanna show me something - surely related to my act yesterday.


its a competition of where iium students from pj and nilai campus show off their talents in acting, monologue, singing and others. me and my friends planned to join this but then, due to technical glitches and communication errors; we withdrew. *sigh*

i went for the show yesterday. u just cant believe on how many students turn in to watch this very spectacular event. i went there with fara, my dear friend. during the show, we can hear the students 'woo'ing and 'whoa'ing the contestants. the boys even stood up and clapped hands in unison after my friend, izzati alkaff finished her song. mariah-carey iium version, she's the one. no wonder she grabbed the first place, mind you; her voice is super-damn-beautiful.

fara said she felt like she was way back in our previous school, smart; where we can socially mingle with the boys, doing our own damn thing and nobody would mind your act if u did something opposed to islam. we came to this topic again, arent we?

there was this drama show directed by an ict student of pj campus; he and his friends worked out a drama of which i found it totally OFFENSIVE, PROVOCATIVE and definitely not suitable for the under-age youngsters to watch it. not that they are performing in buck naked or displaying their inappropriate parts; but.. its hard to explain actually. maybe from your point of view (if u watched it), it is widely acceptable to act like that in front of your fellow friends. after all, we need to put some real hot stuff in the drama to spice up things. yeah, living in iium is pretty much bored you to death so, u came up with that particular idea. how genius of you. really.

i cant help it but i managed to put up a real stunt yesterday. and i am damn proud of my action. no need to explain further. I HATE THE DRAMA. seriously.

Monday, August 18, 2008


with chong wei only managed to get silver, the by-election in permatang pauh till the issues of 10% quota for non-bumis into uitm, malaysia is always full of shock and surprises.

and these particular issues somehow brought my mood down. not that im the pm's secretary or the ministry in parliament that are supposed to worry about all the controversies, yet im feeling... depressed.

with the thought of that guy in mind; yeah right, its making me more depressed! opsss..

Sunday, August 17, 2008


is name really important? in marriage, especially?
id want to elaborate more, but wait till i get the right time.
for now, i gotta go. g'rimis meeting. bye.

Saturday, August 16, 2008


i recalled the moment during our arabic class few days before. as usual, certain issues always been raised. and this time: displaying our personal pictures on internet is prohibited.

there goes the dialogue between me, my friends and ustaz in the class. i prefer to use bahasa coz it'll be more dramatic. and can be easily picked up. hehe.

my friend asked me to ask this question but i let farah did it. but i said to farah 'do ask, but dont let the boys hear it'.

then at time ustaz walked in front of us, farah whispered:
'ustaz, boleh ke pompuan bagi gambar kat laki?'

'ha? buat ape nak bagi gambar? untuk tujuan ape?'

farah looked at me; as if asking me to answer it.

then i said: 'ala, saje2 je ustaz. takpe kan?'

'haram.. even untuk tujuan friendship pun tak boleh. buat ape you nak bagi gambar kat budak laki? he recited a verse from al-quran. kalau ikutkan, letak gambar kat internet pun haram..'

i felt uncomfortable already. 'ha? haram ustaz? tapi kite pakai tudung, tak gedik2 pon.. saje2 je letak, bukannye nak gatal2 pon..'

'nanti time you nak jumpa allah, allah tanye kenape you letak gambar dalam internet, you jawab la saje2 je..'

that silenced me. and my friends. the whole class actually. looking at my unsatisfied face, he continued;

'kenape kak pah? u letak dah ke gambar kat internet?'

i blushed. 'tak nak jawab'

'boleh.. ikutlah nak letak ke tak, tapi bagi ustaz tengok la dulu gambar tu. *laugh* jangan letak la sebaiknye.. sebenarnye gambar tu boleh bawa fitnah, kalau lelaki tengok..'

then suddenly this discussion became the subject of the class attention. he sat on the chair in front of the class. and looked at the boys;

'kalau you la boys, tengok perempuan mula2 mesti tengok muka dulu kan, lepas tu kalau cantik, tekan2 lagi. kalau tak cantik, cepat2 je nak g tempat lain'.

the boys supported ustaz's statement.

ustaz looked at me, 'sebab tulah kite kate boleh bawa fitnah...'

then i cut back, 'ala ustaz, kalau orang kuat iman, takde la camtu..' the class burst into laughter. my classmate; hamdi said 'pandai2 je kak pah ni..'

after recovered from the laughter, ustaz continued, 'eh, orang kuat iman pun kadang2 same jugak.. u tau tak kak pah, dengan gambar u tu orang boleh buat macam2 ilmu?'

'tapi yang saye dengar kalau gambar tu gambar penuh sampai kaki baru la orang nak jampi2, buat ilmu..'

'eh tak kire, asal ade muka, hidung mata.. ke you tutup muka dalam gambar tu?'

'tak la..' then he said 'betul, ustaz tak tipu.. u nak try ke kak pah; bagi gambar kat ustaz pastu biar ustaz buat'

quickly i said 'eh tak nak la ustaz'. my classmates laughed.

'boleh ustaz buat. nanti esok pagi ustaz jalan kat depan, u ikut kat belakang. nak??'

the boys laughed loudly. i blushed. 'nanti kak pah ingat kat ustaz je, lupe dah kat syarafuddin..' laughter erupted again.

'ustaz ni.. saye tak kisah, saye sian kat syarafuddin je..'

'ustaz joke je kak pah, jangan la marah..'

our discussion always ended up with me being the person he always made fun of. dont know why. and as for the pictures-on-internet thingy, im not sure whether i wanna deleted em all or ignored the matter.

but if let say, some day u cant find my pictures; u already know the reason why.


my arabic test ended up at 10 am just now. after having my brunch, i get down here a.s.a.p. coz i got a lot of things i wanna scribble down here.

first thing first. last thursday i went for the meeting of grimis. i AM the vice secretary, hehe. we discussed about the programs that'll be conducted during this year.

then it came to the part where we wanted to do a program of which is specially for the sisters only. a fashion show. then the brothers asked for one too. the sisters say we cant do it together. usually when it involves the muslimah's aurah or something to do with the voice which is supposed not to be heard by the brothers, we gotta have different venues for brothers and sisters.

then i have no idea why did i ask, 'oh.. we cant mix between girls and boys lah, HERE?'

then the sister said 'its not only here but in islam itself. we cant say and think of here only, but actually islam teaches us that'.


the second thing: during our dinner in u cafe, 9.30 pm after isya' prayer. we had to wait for almost an hour to get our 'nasi goreng ikan masin' and 'nasi goreng ayam' coz the cafe was so crowded due to the beijing olympic games. then two girls passed by and sat at the table in front of us. few minutes later, came two boys; sat together with the sisters just now. they talked. laughing. giggling.

dont know why did we feel extremely hot although the air-con was functioning well. we got our food and begun eating while watching the olympic. suddenly two brothers of the same age with us; in baju melayu, songkok and sarong pulled the chairs and sat between them. turned out they wanted to brainwash them. we smiled knowingly.

i managed to eavesdrop a part of their speech; the ustaz asked for the reason they sat together; groupwork or for fun, recited few verses from al-quran and hadith and throw some straight-to-the-point advices of which was obviously to make them realise their actions. i glanced at the faces of the 'suspects' once. no expression. two of the boys were busily eating, one of the sisters was talking to someone in the handphone (dont know if its real or she's faking it) and other girl stared directly to the face of one of the ustaz. i can say, he must feel kinda embarassed when the girl did that. he lowered his gaze but still talked to the boys.

after few minutes sermon, they shaked hands and apologise. and off they went. we finished our meal and went out. i can say... the advice didnt work at all as they still sat there after we paid our bills. but at least some of us do have the guts to confront people like them.

if u asked me to do the same thing as the ustazs did, i wont do it; although i know what they did was wrong. and as muslims, we should do something to prevent the immoral behaviour; but still, i'll pretend like nothing happened and did my own work. as im not THAT pious, i can feel that im not the right one to face them. and if i did, they can point back at me; u told us not to talk with the boys but you did it. u told us not to hang out with the boys but u did it. then whats the point of telling them things that me myself cant obey? does that makes me a bad muslim?

i dont know what's your opinion about this matter, but a fact that i think everybody will agree is: in international islamic university malaysia, the environment is based on religious values and we have to obey the rules as long as we are here. if you dont like the way this system works, then pack your things and move to university malaya. just outside there. and dont look back again.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


yesterday we did our in-class essay; for this mid-sem exam. the title: deforestation is essential for a country's development; an argumentative essay. i chose to argue against the topic.

so i begun to write the outline.

presentation of issue: deforestation
thesis statement: deforestation is not essential for a country's development as it contributes to health problems, causes climatic change and leads to the extinction of floras and faunas

content 1: contributes to health problems
support: if the trees are cut down, no oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange will occur results in many health-related problems like asthma and cough

content 2: causes climatic change
support: vast areas being exposed to sunlight rays and being reflected from the soil surface; causing temperature to rise

content 3: extinction of floras and faunas
support: deforestation destroys animals' habitat and flowers

refutation: deforestation is no longer harmful
support: carry out reforestation process; planting young trees
counter-argument: a long period for the young plants to grow
support: not be able to grow as fast as the trees being cut down

summary: deforestation is not an excuse for development
repeat stand: deforestation leads to health diseases, increase in temperature and mass extinction of animals and plants

limit words: 400 - 450 words. you know what? i think they must not set the specific range of the words because it irritates me!! i never write my essay as short as that. when i counted my words, 600 words and damn; i had more in mind! thing that i hate to do: rewrite my essay after deleted few words.. or sentences! in other words: after making it short!

as for yesterday, i didnt have enough time to copy back my essay + rush to write the words back + unsteady and startling fingers + nervousness for not completing it on time - resulting in a bad handwriting; even i had to stare twice on my essay to get hold of the meaning. luckily, we had the chance to write it back; in our second draft. when we get back our essay from the teacher, we had to correct the mistakes and send the final essay. that is the draft system.

in a nutshell, after i did the post-mortem for a few hours, i can say my major problem is the abundance of ideas + short time + limit words! and i put the blame on the limit words. duh.

Monday, August 11, 2008


finished math exam just now; from 8.30 till 10 pm. nervously after maghrib prayer we hurried to the amf hall to sit for the exam. turns out the exam started at 8.30! yeah, never mind.. for the sake of the exam, we HAVE to be patient, although we were drenched in the sweat. and our baju kurungs were soaked. eww.
then the hall's door opened. jeng jeng jeng...

'ahh, at last we're gonna feel the cool air from the air-con..' unfortunately, that was so unlikely to be true. for the second time, we had to restrain ourselves from taking our clothes off. btw, we cant complete the exam naked, arent we? too many people'll get distracted. the boys especially. haha.

for once, let me savour the image of all of us doing the equation of the circle, completing the square and sketch the graph without any single piece of clothes on our body. must be cool then. way too cool. maybe ill try that some day soon. haha. if only someone give me ten thousand dollars then i can do that willingly. *grin*

whoa, back to the exam. argh.. as usual the math can never be easy. for me. me and math are two different elements which cannot collide with each other; the molecules tend to repel from being close to one another, resulting in a wide range of gap which is very difficult for the species of homo sapiens named me to get a high potential of marks in the area of math studies. there goes my essay, pretty good, isnt it? haha.

from now on i HAVE to persuade myself not to sit on this chair almost every night. my dad gave me a fair warning; ain, if u dont get excellent grades in exams, then you better prepare a good explanation'. argh. life is so interesting. wonderful. from the math problem, biology exam on this 16th + arabic exam.. and essay-writing exam this wednesday.. associated with the close-to-threat from my dad.. life is very much enjoyable.

for now im waiting for my ten thousand dollars. anyone?

Monday, August 04, 2008


feels good to be at home now.. yesterday i slept at 4 cuz i'm glued to my new installed-game; the sims!! haha. like hell im gonna buy the original one that costs almost rm110. i installed the sims 2, the sims pets and all the expansion packs from the dvds my friend bought. only for rm35 and u got all of em in the palm of your hand. haha. so, at what time should i sleep tonite? *grin*

Thursday, July 31, 2008


thing that i cant live without. not my handphone. nor my digi cam. or my laptop. but my rat. my beloved rattie. haha. just being dramatic here. come on... life's pretty boring here, but im going on holiday!! this week; saturday! only for a week holiday then got exam after that. phew.. so tired maa..

read about news today? haha interesting enough to make me bought the news straits time and waste my rm1.20. nope, im not gonna tell you, read it yourself!! haha.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


we went to the curve; what else to do? shopping! haha, silly poses; there's nothing to look at, actually..

planning to replace my mom's cefiro with honda accord. but then, the accident might change my dad's mind, who knows...


remember bout the so-called accident i did few months ago? nope, this one was worse than that. it happened at night when we wanted to go back to masjid ghufran after visiting my uncle. my dad; maybe he was too tired after busying himself all day long kind of entering the wrong lane while driving. supposedly he entered the tunnel through the right lane but he drove into the lane where cars drove towards us. swooosh!! just imagine how worst it can get!!

then my dad hit a motorcycle. bam!! i thought 'we are so dead. the motorcylist might already dead. oh my god..' then he stood and came towards my dad's window. he talked and complained about the way my dad drove. my dad apologised several times and said it was his fault. he was so sorry and gave him rm200. actually the motorcyclist was ok. no problem with his motorcycle. but see my dad'd mpv? damn. it was so bloody badly damaged.

haha. i took this pic and my sis insisted on taking her pic too. so ironic, isn't it?

when i reached the hostel, i texted my sis asking about how much did it cost. then she replied 'its almst 11k 2 repair our mpv n myb tkes time at lst 1 n 1/2 mnth 2 wait 4 da order. abh gotta claim 4 insrance 1st n lodge a plice rport'. i was like '11k? better buy a new car, then.' that is why we are not encouraged to buy imported vehicles. it is so fuckingly difficult to find the spare parts. have to order them and take a bloody long time. damn. now im swearing like hell; thinking my dad might feel so frustrated over his beloved mpv. shit. stop swearing. dammit. stop it.

Saturday, July 26, 2008


excellent. fantastic. fabulous. now im in masjid ghufran, a kind of place where the musafirs can stay for several days; in the masjid. we've been here quite a number of times but its only know that i know that the wifi is available here! haha. im planning on staying up all night. life is great.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


see that? how on earth did the editor accept the picture of a girl with closed eyes to be a part of the cfsiium students handbook? omg, cant believe my pic is in the book! not the nice one, obviously. i screamed when i saw that pic on my study desk in my room yesterday. clearly, my friend left the page open on purpose.

just now i had my arabic class. and when my ustaz entered the class, i saw he was holding the books. and put them on the table. he looked at me. damn, with a sarcastic smile. oh. my. god. then i shifted my attention to the scenery out of the window. my face was hot. i tried hard to hide my laugh. twice he looked at me, trying to tell me something that i already know what that was.

after the doa was recited, he called me 'kak pah, meh sini'. i blushed. 'haa?? ape ustaz?' i asked innocently. 'meh sini..' then i went to his table. he showed me that pic and asked 'sape ni? macam mane boleh masuk dalam ni, ni?' smiling. again. he just wanted to embarass me in front of my classmates. yeah guess he did that successfully. i just smiled and said nothing.

in the middle of the class, he sat near to me and asked 'kenape tutup mate dalam gambar tu? tidur ke?' he just didnt want to drop that subject. phew. then after a while he said 'ustaz tengok gambar tu, sakit perut ustaz ketawa'. again! omg, how can i get this ustaz to teach me? sometimes i said to him 'ala ustaz, tu bukan gambar saye, salah orang tu..' he then answered 'ustaz duduk sini dah brape tahun tak dapat pun masuk dalam majalah..' haha. lucky me.

when i asked stupid questions, and continued talking he said 'kang ustaz masuk gambar tu dalam u-tube kang..' the class burst into laughter. god, i just wish someone will take me out of that class somehow. immediately. coz i know he will never forget that topic easily. god please.


yesterday we had our presentation in english class; argumentative topics. then most of my classmates sure do bring out many interesting topics like women cooperate better than men, steroids should be banned, why marriage while studying is better, rear seat belts should not be made compulsory and others.

i find it amusing.. that mostly we, the girls are more matured and well-organized than the boys. should you see the girls speak out loud with high level of confidence and provide every single details about the topic, then you surely agree with me.

maybe the boys out there sure have a lot of skills in other fields, but still their presentation skills should be improved. oh boy, i am not being sexist here. its just that.. looking at the boys in my english class made me realise that in certain things, girls are way... better than the boys.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


my speech text on g'rimis annual general meeting to select the mainboard club representatives.

terima kasih saudara pengerusi majlis, yang berbahagia penasihat baru g’rimis, madam rosniza osman, yang disanjungi mantan presiden g’rimis 2007/2008, brother mohd nazri bin zaid, yang dikasihi presiden g’rimis 2008/2009, brother mohd fariq adnan, barisan jawatankuasa g’rimis serta rakan-rakan sekalian.

cantik sungguh si anak dara, sopan bersimpuh memintal jerami, assalamualaikum pembuka bicara, moga ukhuwah kekal bersemi. nama diberi sy nurul ain bt sy badaruddin. asal negeri terengganu darul iman. kini menetap di kuantan pahang. no kad matrik 083926 jurusan perubatan. tidak layak rasanya saya melafazkan manifesto ini kerana saya tahu sebenarnya ada lagi saudari-saudari yang lebih layak daripada saya di sini. namun izinkan saya teruskan dengan manifesto saya yang pertama.

saya berpegang kepada prinsip ‘qulil haqq walau ka na murran’ iaitu berkata benarlah walaupun kebenaran itu pahit. saya akan memberikan kebebasan kepada anda semua bagi menyuarakan pendapat sama ada terus kepada saya ataupun mana-mana ahli jawatankuasa yang lain. anggaplah amalan demokrasi yang diamalkan di negara kita akan terus diamalkan di sini. tetapi saya berani jamin, tiada siapa yang akan ditahan kerana menyuarakan pendapat berlainan, tiada yang akan diambil tindakan tanpa dibicarakan seadilnya dan tiada yang akan dimusuhi kerana tidak bersetuju dengan kami.

manifesto saya yang kedua; tiada sebarang amalan rasuah yang diamalkan dalam kelab ini. manifesto saya yang ketiga pula ialah; tiada sebarang kenaikan harga bagi setiap yuran yang dikenakan. harga ahli adalah berpatutan dan subsidi hanya akan diberikan kepada ahli-ahli kelab yang layak sahaja.

sudah saya suarakan manifesto saya, kini terpulanglah kepada anda semua sama ada pilihannya; dacing hikmah mengimbang ummah, bulan sabit penggerak keadilan, keris pusaka memperkasa budaya atau bulan purnama penerang jalan. saya bukanlah pak lah yang bijak mentadbir, bukan anwar yang lantang berpidato, bukan mahathir yang pintar berbicara, bukan jua nik aziz yang mantap pegangannya. saya ialah saya; insan biasa yang punya kelemahan, punya kekurangan; andai tersilap bicara harap dimaafkan kerana yang baik itu daripada allah dan yang kurangnya lahir dari hambanya yang lemah dan tidak sempurna ini.

sebelum saya mengundur diri, sudilah kiranya anda mendengar bingkisan buat diri yang lalai, penjelasan buat diri yang lupa, peringatan buat diri yang leka.

when you feel all alone in this world, and there’s nobody to count your tears, when you’re carrying a monster load, and u wonder how far you can go, just remember no matter where you are, allah knows.

sometimes when the world’s not on your side, you don’t know where to run to, you don’t know where to hide, u gaze at the stars in the sky and the mountains so high through the tears in you eyes. you’re looking for a reason to replace what is done, just remember no matter where you are, you are never alone. just reach into your heart and allah is always there. ‘innallaha ma’ana’.

an applause.. perhaps?

Saturday, July 19, 2008


they ARE important. extremely. no matter where u go, still you gotta have at least one to assist you, helping and guiding you through your life. friendship IS valuable. so hold the rope of ukhuwwah tightly.

Friday, July 18, 2008


whoa.. that is too much, dear. how do you know im a racist? do i KNOW you or something? are we classmates or maybe im your-ex? omg, hope thats not true. if u KNOW me very well, then please remind me of that. oh, how can i forget of someone as nice and kind-hearted as you? im sorry for that, promise that wont happen again.

sorry for the interruption just now, guys. amir just LOVE to criticise me. he always does. especially when it comes to something that he thinks not right for him, but actually right for me. i think he hasnt take his breakfast yet. awh.. poor amir.

in math class this morning, i got a 'gift' from my teacher. hehe. cuz im doing my essay in her class. hey, i didnt notice she was coming my way. suddenly, she was in front of me and zapp.. no, she didnt tear my paper, just a simple advice and a light pinch at the back. ouch.

then she went to the front and told the class that we should NEVER do any other homework except math. when in math class, do math. not english. not biology. or others. she referring to me? no i dont think so.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


me and my friends went to the forum about the petrol hike in malaysia. guess who were the vip's? dato' shahril abd samad and dato' alwi! haha. of course they tried to explain about the reasons why the fuel price is rising nowadays but.. whos gonna ever agree with them? perhaps a small portion of us do really nod their head when they listen to the talk. yet the rest? think yourself.

and during the q&a session, it was getting hot in the hall already. those iium seniors and others ask few questions that may sound not-so-intelligent but really, they look ready enough to take over the government. yeah maybe the questions are kinda stupid and irrelevant, still i can hear someone shouting 'takbiiir!!' from the back of the hall. ironic, is it?

for the pictures, just ignore the head and focus on the real thing behind. i sat at the front row in the hall so the guy in front of me kept moving side to side and its hard for me to get a clear image of the situation. i could use some help to kick him hard in his ***.

the debate between dato seri anwar ibrahim and dato shabery cheek was really fantastic. today form government, tommorow reduce petrol price. awesome. and i really feel sympathy with the situation of dsai. be tough dsai, we all stand firm behind you.