time check:
It's exactly 23 mins. before my statistics will start. But where am I? In my bed, typing my blog. Hah. Talk about laziness! It's overruling my body for a week now! I used to wake up 1 hr. before class, but now, even if it's quarter to the alloted time, you still won't see me rushing my tudung on! Damn. I hate this laziness! But what should I do to get rid of it??
Tough luck, my class will start in about 15 minutes from now!!! ciao!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My Depreciated Deed..
Oh my God..it's Monday again--my most full-packed day of the whole week! And I know I'll be busier the whole week days because of the up coming Hisbah Night when we're supposed to decorate and our room a day before the official night. But did we do anything? Of course not. I couldn't be bothered to. I just don't get the whole decorating concept. I mean, cleaning is reasonable enough to be imposed obligatorily, but decorating? Nah..I had enough last sem and I don't wanna decorate for nothing anymore! (well, I hope they have prizes for the most ugliest room, maybe we have a chance! *giggles*)
Yeah..well, my Monday is actually the usual one, except for the sudden cancellation of our Arabic Class that has been announced whole wide through SmS. Who wouldn't, anyway? Everybody parties when Arabic Class is cancelled. So, I did a small deed of telling my old guy pals by telling them that the class is, indeed, cancelleed.
I went up to my room, merrily eating my vastly inflated lunch from no other than, Kawa Thai. Then, as I finished my meal, my roommate told me that the class wasn't cancelled, and it wasn't cancelled at all! HUH?? I thought twice; "Didn't Faz** just told me that it was cancelled?" Out of confusion, I went to another classmate's room. And it wasn't cancelled and Jene** herself confirmed me. Argh. Damn, I have to change, now.
So I quickly told my roomies of the sudden explosion of the massive news and laughed as Anna**'s sighed: "Aww..really?" (insert scratching of the head here)
Of course I thought of telling the other guys that the class was resumed again, but I indirectly delivered the news. Instead of texting them at once, I sent the message to someone I know is close to them (who's our classmate as well, let's call him "The Messenger") and will convey the message later on. And because I personally like this "Messenger", I didn't have any second thoughts of passing the forwarded message.
I came to class panting because of the predictable hotness of the weather. And, surprise, surprise! The guys are not there, but the "Messenger" is here. Where are they? I thought, maybe they're still taking their sweetest time walking across the field. Then, an hour later, B** called angrily yelling over the phone looking for me and bellowing my name like I stole a chicken or something! My God. What's up with this people? Didn't I told them (well, indirectly , though) that the class is on?!
I was humiliated by the yelling. But a half of my body is telling me to know why that neaderthal-ish guy is yelling his lungs out. I asked the "Messenger" at the end of the class if he did tell them, and guess what? The Messenger said, "NO", flatly. So insensitive! He came himself not telling anybody and he just looked at me for emphasis that I'm actually there and walked away. I hate him! ARGH!!! (OK, calm down..)
Oh my God. No wonder that close-minded, neanderthal-ish guy is mad. But if you think of it, it wasn't my fault (right?). Argh. I hate it when I try to convince myself to be innocent. But the thing is, they reacted so childlishly withou having me explain my side and even if I do, they won't get my point. Why? God knows. But one thing's certain, we won't talk for the good two weeks of distrust but in peace.
Yeah..well, my Monday is actually the usual one, except for the sudden cancellation of our Arabic Class that has been announced whole wide through SmS. Who wouldn't, anyway? Everybody parties when Arabic Class is cancelled. So, I did a small deed of telling my old guy pals by telling them that the class is, indeed, cancelleed.
I went up to my room, merrily eating my vastly inflated lunch from no other than, Kawa Thai. Then, as I finished my meal, my roommate told me that the class wasn't cancelled, and it wasn't cancelled at all! HUH?? I thought twice; "Didn't Faz** just told me that it was cancelled?" Out of confusion, I went to another classmate's room. And it wasn't cancelled and Jene** herself confirmed me. Argh. Damn, I have to change, now.
So I quickly told my roomies of the sudden explosion of the massive news and laughed as Anna**'s sighed: "Aww..really?" (insert scratching of the head here)
Of course I thought of telling the other guys that the class was resumed again, but I indirectly delivered the news. Instead of texting them at once, I sent the message to someone I know is close to them (who's our classmate as well, let's call him "The Messenger") and will convey the message later on. And because I personally like this "Messenger", I didn't have any second thoughts of passing the forwarded message.
I came to class panting because of the predictable hotness of the weather. And, surprise, surprise! The guys are not there, but the "Messenger" is here. Where are they? I thought, maybe they're still taking their sweetest time walking across the field. Then, an hour later, B** called angrily yelling over the phone looking for me and bellowing my name like I stole a chicken or something! My God. What's up with this people? Didn't I told them (well, indirectly , though) that the class is on?!
I was humiliated by the yelling. But a half of my body is telling me to know why that neaderthal-ish guy is yelling his lungs out. I asked the "Messenger" at the end of the class if he did tell them, and guess what? The Messenger said, "NO", flatly. So insensitive! He came himself not telling anybody and he just looked at me for emphasis that I'm actually there and walked away. I hate him! ARGH!!! (OK, calm down..)
Oh my God. No wonder that close-minded, neanderthal-ish guy is mad. But if you think of it, it wasn't my fault (right?). Argh. I hate it when I try to convince myself to be innocent. But the thing is, they reacted so childlishly withou having me explain my side and even if I do, they won't get my point. Why? God knows. But one thing's certain, we won't talk for the good two weeks of distrust but in peace.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
No place like home..
After my first paper is actually the official holidays that we will be savoring though it's just a week! Who wouldn't, anyway? So, yeahh..when all the girls are going home, we're watching them leaving (as usual!). To tell you, we're really immune to people passing by and merrily leaving the miserable Nilai. Well, it's a sad, sad story indeed that we've got no where to go but Gombak (the main campus)as our sanctuary in this whole stranger's world.
But, naah! Enough of the drama. It's enough that even though I'm in a different country, I still got the hold on to my ever supportive country mates who gave me the comfort only a home can offer. After all, there's no place like home, right? That's why even though we hate it when our mom keeps on asking us "where are you going?", whenever we wanna hang-out with your gals with the memorized answer: "at school and I'll be back before late", we still miss it. And even though how annoyed you are when your little sister put the channel to Barney or Hanna Montana (I'm personally get this one!) while your watching your favorite drama series, you will still be missing those times and wish that you would've just let her watch that stupid show, instead of throwing toy crackers on her face!
It's funny how things come like this dramatic to me. I mean, I'm no so sweet when it comes to dealing with my little sister, let me tell you. I'm actually closer to my friends at school than to my own sister and that explains the huge gap between us since primary school. We're 4 years apart. She's boyish and I'm on the "pinky side" of femininity. We went to different schools and we used to like the same guy when I was in my 10Th Grade. Awkward much? I know. There's nothing more awkward than having your lil sis falling for the same guy you like. But the thing is, the guy liked me when I finally lost my interest on him. And the drama began. My sis likes him more and more, at the same time, he was already courting me! Argh. I don't wanna break my sis' heart so I prefer not to tell her coz I know I'll turn the guy down sooner or later. But the surprising part is when she found out about it, she gave the way and told me to give him a chance. Aww..then I realized how selfish am I to keep such a secret when never knew that she's dying at the other end! But like I said, I turned the guy down and I felt better.
Since then we got closer unlike before. We share everything we have, shoes, clothes, money, you name it! And before I left for Malaysia, we both had a great time shopping for the stuffs I'll be carrying along the way. I really miss my sister. My only sister. And I keep on telling my self when I get back the first I'll do is to take her out to--what a girl wants--shopping! haha..
It's not easy to be away form home especially if your not used to it. It wasn't that hard for at first coz I'm really used to be away from home and my parents are out for work. But being gone from their sight for almost a year now (and your damn young), it's a challenge I never knew I have to struggle from.
But, naah! Enough of the drama. It's enough that even though I'm in a different country, I still got the hold on to my ever supportive country mates who gave me the comfort only a home can offer. After all, there's no place like home, right? That's why even though we hate it when our mom keeps on asking us "where are you going?", whenever we wanna hang-out with your gals with the memorized answer: "at school and I'll be back before late", we still miss it. And even though how annoyed you are when your little sister put the channel to Barney or Hanna Montana (I'm personally get this one!) while your watching your favorite drama series, you will still be missing those times and wish that you would've just let her watch that stupid show, instead of throwing toy crackers on her face!
It's funny how things come like this dramatic to me. I mean, I'm no so sweet when it comes to dealing with my little sister, let me tell you. I'm actually closer to my friends at school than to my own sister and that explains the huge gap between us since primary school. We're 4 years apart. She's boyish and I'm on the "pinky side" of femininity. We went to different schools and we used to like the same guy when I was in my 10Th Grade. Awkward much? I know. There's nothing more awkward than having your lil sis falling for the same guy you like. But the thing is, the guy liked me when I finally lost my interest on him. And the drama began. My sis likes him more and more, at the same time, he was already courting me! Argh. I don't wanna break my sis' heart so I prefer not to tell her coz I know I'll turn the guy down sooner or later. But the surprising part is when she found out about it, she gave the way and told me to give him a chance. Aww..then I realized how selfish am I to keep such a secret when never knew that she's dying at the other end! But like I said, I turned the guy down and I felt better.
Since then we got closer unlike before. We share everything we have, shoes, clothes, money, you name it! And before I left for Malaysia, we both had a great time shopping for the stuffs I'll be carrying along the way. I really miss my sister. My only sister. And I keep on telling my self when I get back the first I'll do is to take her out to--what a girl wants--shopping! haha..
It's not easy to be away form home especially if your not used to it. It wasn't that hard for at first coz I'm really used to be away from home and my parents are out for work. But being gone from their sight for almost a year now (and your damn young), it's a challenge I never knew I have to struggle from.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
My First Paper..
Hah. of all the dreaded subjects, Maths came first in queue of my exam lists! God, I'm totally motivating myself to study. For the first time (as far as I'm concern), I devoted my whole week for Maths. To tell you, I'm not really into burning my eyebrows for such subjects, especially Maths and for the fact that it's just trigonometry. But this one drove me crazy (you totally don't wanna know the details). And now I'm paying back for my careless days..
It was 5pm when Sandy (my roommate) was nervously throwing in her blue tudung, standing in front of our floor-length mirror and slowly spoke:
"I'm nervous..", she said so slowly, you can even consider it a whisper.
And what a friend can offer? I just said:
"Don't be, it'll be fine.", hoping I didn't sound like a mom.
Argh. I'm getting nervous as well, I should've just shut up. Damn.
After a few minutes, we're ready to head our way to MPN for the most awaited paper. And guess what? It was damn hot (oh well, it wasn't much of an intelligent guess, I suppose) but my hands are damn cold. When we arrived in the Hall, I sat next to A (one of the..shall I say, the Maths geniuses of my batch!) who was staring blankly in the space and beyond. " Maybe she's concentrating," I thought.
Everybody looks so jittery to get their fingers on the paper to get it over and done with. The paper was quite challenging (or so for someone like me, it was challenging), but for A who didn't seem so challenged at all, passed the paper in 30 mins. out of 1 and a half hours of torture and everybody turned their backs as she left the torture chamber. Whoa. That was quick! And I was surprised for the first time, she sighed. (She's no straight-faced geek after all!). Then, followed by her country mate who I don't think is that interested to finish the time rendered as she used to do.
Tick tack..tick tack..
I can feel the pressure of the ticking clock.
"5 mins. more.", said the invigilator flatly.
I quickly scanned my paper, in case i missed an item blank. And.. At last! The whole torture time of the day is over! I passed my paper with a sigh. uh. " It's okey..", I reminded myself. Sandy and Faz turned to me and we were dismissed.
"The paper was fine! It was ok. argh!But I missed the number..", Faz was explaining in details as we were exiting the hall but I can no longer her. My head is still into the paper--refreshing my memory of the items I left blank..when suddenly..
"Hey!", a hand popped-out of my view.
It was Kyle, the Bruneian guy (err..boy).
"How was it??!", he cried curiously. I tried to be polite and entertained him for a while though I don't really wanna talk about the whole "exam thing".
Then, we walked pass the convenient shop and i saw some other familiar faces whom I know will ask about the exam. So I tried to walk like normal, neglecting the fact that I know those human figures. And..there, I found my sanctuary in my bed as the 'chicken little' design was cheerfully grinning at me.
Ahh..I'm done with it! My whole week of frustrations and disappointments were all thrown away to that hall..and that 6-paged paper..and I feel GOOD! Oh, thank God it's Saturday the following day..
It was 5pm when Sandy (my roommate) was nervously throwing in her blue tudung, standing in front of our floor-length mirror and slowly spoke:
"I'm nervous..", she said so slowly, you can even consider it a whisper.
And what a friend can offer? I just said:
"Don't be, it'll be fine.", hoping I didn't sound like a mom.
Argh. I'm getting nervous as well, I should've just shut up. Damn.
After a few minutes, we're ready to head our way to MPN for the most awaited paper. And guess what? It was damn hot (oh well, it wasn't much of an intelligent guess, I suppose) but my hands are damn cold. When we arrived in the Hall, I sat next to A (one of the..shall I say, the Maths geniuses of my batch!) who was staring blankly in the space and beyond. " Maybe she's concentrating," I thought.
Everybody looks so jittery to get their fingers on the paper to get it over and done with. The paper was quite challenging (or so for someone like me, it was challenging), but for A who didn't seem so challenged at all, passed the paper in 30 mins. out of 1 and a half hours of torture and everybody turned their backs as she left the torture chamber. Whoa. That was quick! And I was surprised for the first time, she sighed. (She's no straight-faced geek after all!). Then, followed by her country mate who I don't think is that interested to finish the time rendered as she used to do.
Tick tack..tick tack..
I can feel the pressure of the ticking clock.
"5 mins. more.", said the invigilator flatly.
I quickly scanned my paper, in case i missed an item blank. And.. At last! The whole torture time of the day is over! I passed my paper with a sigh. uh. " It's okey..", I reminded myself. Sandy and Faz turned to me and we were dismissed.
"The paper was fine! It was ok. argh!But I missed the number..", Faz was explaining in details as we were exiting the hall but I can no longer her. My head is still into the paper--refreshing my memory of the items I left blank..when suddenly..
"Hey!", a hand popped-out of my view.
It was Kyle, the Bruneian guy (err..boy).
"How was it??!", he cried curiously. I tried to be polite and entertained him for a while though I don't really wanna talk about the whole "exam thing".
Then, we walked pass the convenient shop and i saw some other familiar faces whom I know will ask about the exam. So I tried to walk like normal, neglecting the fact that I know those human figures. And..there, I found my sanctuary in my bed as the 'chicken little' design was cheerfully grinning at me.
Ahh..I'm done with it! My whole week of frustrations and disappointments were all thrown away to that hall..and that 6-paged paper..and I feel GOOD! Oh, thank God it's Saturday the following day..
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