Start from small and make it big and powerful. The contribution of each one of you will mean a lot to the victims of Gaza. We should condemn Israel for destroying the rights of living people in Palestine. Despite the differences in religion, beliefs, and power, humanity should be put as priority. STOP BUYING US and UK products, which donate their profits for Israel military.
visit this website:
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It has been a good deed to care for other people, no matter how small or big. God knows who sincerely sympathize to our brothers and sisters in Gaza city as the war is still going on. The small thing you can do means a lot to the victims of the oppression in Palestine.
Thank you for your time and support, it is well appreciated.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
for better or for worst?
Well, I haven't told you about Uri, I suppose. He is a really quiet guy and I can figure he's also shy the first time I met him. We share an extra class for Arabic part 1 before and that is just about our communication. We don't talk that much, or even actually talk before. But it never occur to me to hate him even if he doesn't look so friendly or entertaining. All he needs is a friend, I kept on telling myself.
And yes, after a few sems, he really got the confidence to socialize with people and to actually speak English very well compared before. You can really see how magical his revolution was as you talk to him. And so, this sem I share three classes with him. After his "revolution", we chat most of the time we meet now and got really close. I think it's fine being friends with him because aside from the fact that he's nice and he can SmS me whenever the class is cancelled, I can also get to know how guys like him think. But making friends with him isn't much of an advantage for me, but his.
We have this "competition thing" in our quiz marks for Stats. Every before a quiz, he would ask me if I'm ready enough and I would proudly say my slimy 'yes'. And you know how it goes when the lecturer started giving away the results in class, of course, everyone could see and begins asking you what you got. He would always, always be the one to ask my results but I would ask him for a trade of papers - like kids who don't want to be cheated - and he would agree. And it wasn't such a good move because he got higher than me, I didn't expect. Argh, and the cheek of the silly guy, he grinned at me fishily and laughed. He thinks it so cool that he actually announced his marks. Hah. I should've known!
OK. The next quiz result came out today and I know he scoured, and so I thought of myself as well. But - ummphh - I kind of didn't (score, I mean) and his quick, sharp eyes saw my marks and went like, "I thought you're prepared for the quiz?" I don't know if it was a question or what. But it doesn't felt so red. Man, the cheek!
And now one of my Don'ts when seeing him is not to walk with himevery after Stats class.
And yes, after a few sems, he really got the confidence to socialize with people and to actually speak English very well compared before. You can really see how magical his revolution was as you talk to him. And so, this sem I share three classes with him. After his "revolution", we chat most of the time we meet now and got really close. I think it's fine being friends with him because aside from the fact that he's nice and he can SmS me whenever the class is cancelled, I can also get to know how guys like him think. But making friends with him isn't much of an advantage for me, but his.
We have this "competition thing" in our quiz marks for Stats. Every before a quiz, he would ask me if I'm ready enough and I would proudly say my slimy 'yes'. And you know how it goes when the lecturer started giving away the results in class, of course, everyone could see and begins asking you what you got. He would always, always be the one to ask my results but I would ask him for a trade of papers - like kids who don't want to be cheated - and he would agree. And it wasn't such a good move because he got higher than me, I didn't expect. Argh, and the cheek of the silly guy, he grinned at me fishily and laughed. He thinks it so cool that he actually announced his marks. Hah. I should've known!
OK. The next quiz result came out today and I know he scoured, and so I thought of myself as well. But - ummphh - I kind of didn't (score, I mean) and his quick, sharp eyes saw my marks and went like, "I thought you're prepared for the quiz?" I don't know if it was a question or what. But it doesn't felt so red. Man, the cheek!
And now one of my Don'ts when seeing him is not to walk with himevery after Stats class.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
have you ever been drowned - literally?
The most awaited mid-break is finally here and everyone are just so excited to shout out, "Balik kampung!" and laze around the TV. And I am excited as well, even if I don't actually go back home but to my adopted family. It has been tiring in the road of coming all the way to Gombak since I started to master the whole place. Turning here and there, standing in the massive tube for one a half hours with loads of butt clenching and sweaty arms, and worst of all, sinful act of releasing carbon dioxide - or fart - in public is just about to puke me out along the way. But it just need a matter of getting used to it.
One of my plans is to swim, it doesn't matter where, but I really have to swim. *laughs of desperation* So when Anja asked me to swim with her in the UIA pool, I said, 'OK'. Why not? I thought.
But then the next day she couldn't come because of sudden replacement, so Miecha came with me, instead. It was a cloudy day, but sort of humid and misty. I was proudly wearing my black one-piece swim suit with grey tights and a swimming cap, just to make sure they wouldn't kick me out of the pool. Miecha doesn't wanna swim under some circumstances I don't wanna know. And yes, I dived my self alone. And guess what? As I cross the pool to get into the other side which is like either the starting or the ending point of the pool, my left hand slipped into the tiles just as I was about to lose my breathe. I was aware of my dog-like-swimming position but I couldn't care less. I'm drowning, literally. That was the time of my life when everything started to slow down and even if I'm conscious, there's nothing much I could do to save my life. That time, I actually thought I would die. I'm not a good swimmer or I don't even know if I could still swim, but that traumatic incident lead me to he conclusion that things happen when you least expected it.
Breathing and shouting for help are the only thing I could think of so I opened my mouth. But then, the water went inside my nose and mouth, and not a single word was uttered from me. That's it, I'm dead. Surprisingly, a girl suddenly grabbed my jaw and was yelling, "yah Allah!" And the rest of the girls in the pool helped me out and lead me to the life guard. "Can you bubble? Do you know how to bubble?" I said yeah, then I feel like I was getting back to life. I don't understand what she asked the rest of the girls there moments later. Miecha came running towards me and the rest is history.
After that, all I can actually was just, "I couldn't die ina pool," repeatedly til we went back to the hostel. Oh God, it was horrible. But thank goodness I'm alive.
One of my plans is to swim, it doesn't matter where, but I really have to swim. *laughs of desperation* So when Anja asked me to swim with her in the UIA pool, I said, 'OK'. Why not? I thought.
But then the next day she couldn't come because of sudden replacement, so Miecha came with me, instead. It was a cloudy day, but sort of humid and misty. I was proudly wearing my black one-piece swim suit with grey tights and a swimming cap, just to make sure they wouldn't kick me out of the pool. Miecha doesn't wanna swim under some circumstances I don't wanna know. And yes, I dived my self alone. And guess what? As I cross the pool to get into the other side which is like either the starting or the ending point of the pool, my left hand slipped into the tiles just as I was about to lose my breathe. I was aware of my dog-like-swimming position but I couldn't care less. I'm drowning, literally. That was the time of my life when everything started to slow down and even if I'm conscious, there's nothing much I could do to save my life. That time, I actually thought I would die. I'm not a good swimmer or I don't even know if I could still swim, but that traumatic incident lead me to he conclusion that things happen when you least expected it.
Breathing and shouting for help are the only thing I could think of so I opened my mouth. But then, the water went inside my nose and mouth, and not a single word was uttered from me. That's it, I'm dead. Surprisingly, a girl suddenly grabbed my jaw and was yelling, "yah Allah!" And the rest of the girls in the pool helped me out and lead me to the life guard. "Can you bubble? Do you know how to bubble?" I said yeah, then I feel like I was getting back to life. I don't understand what she asked the rest of the girls there moments later. Miecha came running towards me and the rest is history.
After that, all I can actually was just, "I couldn't die ina pool," repeatedly til we went back to the hostel. Oh God, it was horrible. But thank goodness I'm alive.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Cell phone addiction!
Man, I've been dying to buy one of Digital Lg's latest phone this year; the KS360 model. I've been planning of buying for months but I just can't get the right canvas price for this cool phone. But I don't mind the fuz if I'd be rewarded with my dream phone! *laughs*
I cannot wait til Monday to have this bloody brilliant phone in my hands!
Multi-coloured, funky phone with a full slide out Qwerty keyboard, Threaded SMS and Touch Screen dialing makes it fast, fun and easy to chat and access social network sites I'm gonna get myself one, I swear! *insert evil gasps in here*
I cannot wait til Monday to have this bloody brilliant phone in my hands!
Multi-coloured, funky phone with a full slide out Qwerty keyboard, Threaded SMS and Touch Screen dialing makes it fast, fun and easy to chat and access social network sites I'm gonna get myself one, I swear! *insert evil gasps in here*
Thursday, December 4, 2008
The Exaggeration of The Legend of the Toilet
Rumors just have their ways of making you believe that their actually true. But hey, that's why they're called rumors because they are 90% unreal - so don't you dare be deceived like me!
On my previous entry, I was talking about my friend - whom was eventually tagged as "the legend of the toilet" - who was rushed in the hospital and rumored to have 17-stitches on his forehead, which actually just an exaggeration of the whole event! God, these people. Somehow, it was my fault because I couldn't grasp the too-much-leaking-no-pause-infos from our adviser, so I choose to listen to my room mate who just heard the rumors as well.
On a cool Tuesday night, I was in the library with my Econs group mates, discussing our assignment when Ilyas came with his thick Russian accent filling the whole room.
"Asssalaamuaalaykum," I can tell it was him even if he's behind me.
"Hi! OMG!!! How are you?" OK. It came out like that, you know. Like I've never seen him for years and I was actually so excited to see him again! But God knows how much I freaked out the night I heard the news, so you can't blame me.
But I guess he doesn't have to say anything else. He looks healthier than I thought he would! Not to be so anticipating, but I really thought he could hardly write, but he can! He's absolutely fine. Well, not so much normal as his usual, rude days, of course, but still. He grew a bit of beard that made him look like Ryan Gosling - chubby and not-so-hot version, of course - quite of a sign that he went extremely lazy after being discharged from the hospital. No stitches in the forehead at all which I admit that I was disappointed,
because I wanna see him resembling Frankenstein for once! *bleh*
And he's wearing this thick plastic cast which I keep on pointing out as "that" when I forgot what its called. *laughs* Hence, HE IS FINE. Shhsh! Some people! *insert hand gestures here*
They just exaggerated everything. And I mean it. Everything.
On my previous entry, I was talking about my friend - whom was eventually tagged as "the legend of the toilet" - who was rushed in the hospital and rumored to have 17-stitches on his forehead, which actually just an exaggeration of the whole event! God, these people. Somehow, it was my fault because I couldn't grasp the too-much-leaking-no-pause-infos from our adviser, so I choose to listen to my room mate who just heard the rumors as well.
On a cool Tuesday night, I was in the library with my Econs group mates, discussing our assignment when Ilyas came with his thick Russian accent filling the whole room.
"Asssalaamuaalaykum," I can tell it was him even if he's behind me.
"Hi! OMG!!! How are you?" OK. It came out like that, you know. Like I've never seen him for years and I was actually so excited to see him again! But God knows how much I freaked out the night I heard the news, so you can't blame me.
But I guess he doesn't have to say anything else. He looks healthier than I thought he would! Not to be so anticipating, but I really thought he could hardly write, but he can! He's absolutely fine. Well, not so much normal as his usual, rude days, of course, but still. He grew a bit of beard that made him look like Ryan Gosling - chubby and not-so-hot version, of course - quite of a sign that he went extremely lazy after being discharged from the hospital. No stitches in the forehead at all which I admit that I was disappointed,
because I wanna see him resembling Frankenstein for once! *bleh*
And he's wearing this thick plastic cast which I keep on pointing out as "that" when I forgot what its called. *laughs* Hence, HE IS FINE. Shhsh! Some people! *insert hand gestures here*
They just exaggerated everything. And I mean it. Everything.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Humiliation
"Walk in the world with humiliation."
This verse is just one of the hundreds of verses written in the Qur'an that reminds us that pride and ego isn't much of a product of knowledge. Knowledge can be used for evil and for good, depending on which type of person you are because our choices show us what we truly are. It's been a month since I've taken my BTQ class but the lessons actually pondered on me like how our lecturer would love it to be. And yes, I admit it was a wonderful class.
Now in my Stats class when my lecturer recited a Malay proverb, "A snake wouldn't lose it's venom even if it crawls under the tree." Meaning, knowledge would still remain and will never be stolen from us even if we don't raise our heads higher than they should.
This verse is just one of the hundreds of verses written in the Qur'an that reminds us that pride and ego isn't much of a product of knowledge. Knowledge can be used for evil and for good, depending on which type of person you are because our choices show us what we truly are. It's been a month since I've taken my BTQ class but the lessons actually pondered on me like how our lecturer would love it to be. And yes, I admit it was a wonderful class.
Now in my Stats class when my lecturer recited a Malay proverb, "A snake wouldn't lose it's venom even if it crawls under the tree." Meaning, knowledge would still remain and will never be stolen from us even if we don't raise our heads higher than they should.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
OK. Maybe not..
I'm getting really nuts about keeping this blog alive even if I know that not even a quarter of my roommates know I blog, but still. *laughs* I can't possibly dump my blogging skills. God, why would I give up something I really enjoy? OK. Maybe it wasn't really clever of me to convince myself that I can actually have a "break" form blogging since it's so obviously not working!
Well anyway, things had been nasty these past few days, and this week was just so freaky; I could hardly sleep tightly. In the series of unfortunate events, two girls from my Hisbah society (living in the 1st floor of Block A) were possessed by some Jin, as they call it. The other girl was an old news but this girl next door to the left from my room was just so scary! Can you imagine I just talked to her for about 3 minutes ago and then a friend of hers went calling my friend that their roommate got possessed? Oh my God, she was so fine when I left for a meeting - she even teased me for being so thin - but when I came back everyone is fencing her inside a circle of girls reading Ayat Al-Qursiy. And the next day, guess what? She couldn't remember a single thing.
And some more, our friend Ilyas was admitted to the hospital at the very the same night that particular girl I mentioned a while ago was possessed. I quickly jumped out of bed when I received the news and called our adviser for what really happened. I was told that he was in the toilet when he forced to open the closed door because it feels like somebody's pulling it from the back. He pulled it so hard that when it finally opened, it slammed to his face that made him land in to the toilet cubicle. Well, for a big guy like him, it's not a joke to land on a weakly made porcelain cubicle. The cubicle broke into pieces, leaving him with a 17-stitches cut in the forehead and broken joints in both of his hands.
And funny how rumors had it being feasted that a Russian guy crashed into the toilet bowl and rushed to Serdang Hospital. To Ilyas, I'm really sorry by the way that we couldn't come that time when you were in the hospital because of some reasons we can't reveal in public. Hope you wouldn't think that were just making excuses as you rudely ditch one of twins over the phone.
Anyways, we have to bear in mind that intangible things come out at night! It was a childish fear of mine that I've been holding on til now that jins come out at night when the darkness falls and we couldn't manage to see unnatural things through our naked eyes. That's why Ilyas thought somebody was giving a force form the back of the door, but actually, the jins are just playing around with him and..phew! Welcome to the hospital!
Well anyway, things had been nasty these past few days, and this week was just so freaky; I could hardly sleep tightly. In the series of unfortunate events, two girls from my Hisbah society (living in the 1st floor of Block A) were possessed by some Jin, as they call it. The other girl was an old news but this girl next door to the left from my room was just so scary! Can you imagine I just talked to her for about 3 minutes ago and then a friend of hers went calling my friend that their roommate got possessed? Oh my God, she was so fine when I left for a meeting - she even teased me for being so thin - but when I came back everyone is fencing her inside a circle of girls reading Ayat Al-Qursiy. And the next day, guess what? She couldn't remember a single thing.
And some more, our friend Ilyas was admitted to the hospital at the very the same night that particular girl I mentioned a while ago was possessed. I quickly jumped out of bed when I received the news and called our adviser for what really happened. I was told that he was in the toilet when he forced to open the closed door because it feels like somebody's pulling it from the back. He pulled it so hard that when it finally opened, it slammed to his face that made him land in to the toilet cubicle. Well, for a big guy like him, it's not a joke to land on a weakly made porcelain cubicle. The cubicle broke into pieces, leaving him with a 17-stitches cut in the forehead and broken joints in both of his hands.
And funny how rumors had it being feasted that a Russian guy crashed into the toilet bowl and rushed to Serdang Hospital. To Ilyas, I'm really sorry by the way that we couldn't come that time when you were in the hospital because of some reasons we can't reveal in public. Hope you wouldn't think that were just making excuses as you rudely ditch one of twins over the phone.
Anyways, we have to bear in mind that intangible things come out at night! It was a childish fear of mine that I've been holding on til now that jins come out at night when the darkness falls and we couldn't manage to see unnatural things through our naked eyes. That's why Ilyas thought somebody was giving a force form the back of the door, but actually, the jins are just playing around with him and..phew! Welcome to the hospital!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Farewell, for now..
WARNING: This is not a farewell but a break!
I'm thinking of deleting this blog for a few weeks now since I can't think of anything sensible to write in the first place, so why blog? I can't stand talking non-sense in this precious space of mine that I've been caring for in about half a year now. So I decided to take a break from blogging (even if it's not that long ago that I've started). My studies are always first in my list of priorities and failing my courses is just about the irony of it. I have to focus in my studies. Having a boyfriend isn't the only means of distraction, because if it was then why the hell am I distracted even if I have none? There are a lot of means of not focusing and having a boyfriend is just one of the millions! That's why, I have to cut-down all the things that can be a teaser to absolute distraction.
For an avid blogger like me, it's not easy to stop a chronic disease. It's like asking an insomniac patient to sleep when it's obvious that they can't sleep. Blogging has been fun, I can't say it's definitely a distraction, but sitting in front of the computer for more than an hour could've been a time rendered in learning my academic lessons.
Then again, I'm just taking a break.
I'm thinking of deleting this blog for a few weeks now since I can't think of anything sensible to write in the first place, so why blog? I can't stand talking non-sense in this precious space of mine that I've been caring for in about half a year now. So I decided to take a break from blogging (even if it's not that long ago that I've started). My studies are always first in my list of priorities and failing my courses is just about the irony of it. I have to focus in my studies. Having a boyfriend isn't the only means of distraction, because if it was then why the hell am I distracted even if I have none? There are a lot of means of not focusing and having a boyfriend is just one of the millions! That's why, I have to cut-down all the things that can be a teaser to absolute distraction.
For an avid blogger like me, it's not easy to stop a chronic disease. It's like asking an insomniac patient to sleep when it's obvious that they can't sleep. Blogging has been fun, I can't say it's definitely a distraction, but sitting in front of the computer for more than an hour could've been a time rendered in learning my academic lessons.
Then again, I'm just taking a break.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
blah, blah, blah....
I'm in my Computer 2 class right now hopelessly listening to my boring lecturer! Oh God, let me out of here..
Sunday, November 9, 2008
A whole new sem!
A new semester is officially open in CFS today. It's going to be a bitter-sweet feeling for me this sem since my mark sucks, as it is. And I can't possibly add another core course this sem which means I have to wait til after short-sem if want to go back home. Many students are not so thrilled of going home, but me? No way. I desperately wanna go back! So that's what I'm aiming to achieve now, good grades then, phew! I'm off to go, baby!
Well, in the first week, you wouldn't really notice that the enrollment is already rolling here in CFS, you know. People are just coming back from holidays and slumbers come and go to the Seminar Hall like there some kind of bazaar going on. It's still Monday anyway, let them have their moment of renaissance. But Tuesday was a different day. Everyone finally pick up their pace and begin to add/drop their subjects. A friend of mine told me that I'm giving myself a favor for taking 5 core courses this sem. I don't know what kind of favor I'm supposed to be savouring by now but I can assure her, there is none.
As everybody went to their respective classes the following day, I merrily decided to come to my first Economics class even if I don't have to. Man, I'm really excited for it! But for a second I froze to the sight of almost 30 girls sitting in the room for about 10 mins. when I came. God, not again! I found myself sitting next to a girl that Jene and I used to call the girl who "flatters the horizon". I know it's mean but - OK, I'll stop calling her that. My lecturer looks kind of stern when she first went inside the room.
"No one's outside anymore?", she said in her normal voice and went..I can't tell if she locked the doors or not 'cause there's no sound at all when she touched it, but it looks like it. Sounds familiar huh? My BTQ lecturer does that most of the time.
I was lucky I suppose to have Uri** with me in that "all-girl class" since the attention wouldn't be drawn to me since he's always been the class favourite and never fail to be. After class, I realized my lecturer was my height which is like a big news ever since the Econs class started because everyone is betting that she's an inch taller than me! What with Uri** and Turkey** betting for my opponent? Hah. I've been pointing out she's just wearing heels but the hell they care if it's for 10 bucks! OUCH. But I'm small, it's not debatable. It's just that, I can't accept my defeat that fast! *laughs*
The whole week rolled on without me noticing that today would be our second week and so many more happenings will come! Hope I can cope up with my subjects better.
Pray for me! :)
P.S.:
There are new Internationals who came for the second in-take and man, they're really a company! And the twins are back now to fill up 2 more empty bunks of our full-house!
Well, in the first week, you wouldn't really notice that the enrollment is already rolling here in CFS, you know. People are just coming back from holidays and slumbers come and go to the Seminar Hall like there some kind of bazaar going on. It's still Monday anyway, let them have their moment of renaissance. But Tuesday was a different day. Everyone finally pick up their pace and begin to add/drop their subjects. A friend of mine told me that I'm giving myself a favor for taking 5 core courses this sem. I don't know what kind of favor I'm supposed to be savouring by now but I can assure her, there is none.
As everybody went to their respective classes the following day, I merrily decided to come to my first Economics class even if I don't have to. Man, I'm really excited for it! But for a second I froze to the sight of almost 30 girls sitting in the room for about 10 mins. when I came. God, not again! I found myself sitting next to a girl that Jene and I used to call the girl who "flatters the horizon". I know it's mean but - OK, I'll stop calling her that. My lecturer looks kind of stern when she first went inside the room.
"No one's outside anymore?", she said in her normal voice and went..I can't tell if she locked the doors or not 'cause there's no sound at all when she touched it, but it looks like it. Sounds familiar huh? My BTQ lecturer does that most of the time.
I was lucky I suppose to have Uri** with me in that "all-girl class" since the attention wouldn't be drawn to me since he's always been the class favourite and never fail to be. After class, I realized my lecturer was my height which is like a big news ever since the Econs class started because everyone is betting that she's an inch taller than me! What with Uri** and Turkey** betting for my opponent? Hah. I've been pointing out she's just wearing heels but the hell they care if it's for 10 bucks! OUCH. But I'm small, it's not debatable. It's just that, I can't accept my defeat that fast! *laughs*
The whole week rolled on without me noticing that today would be our second week and so many more happenings will come! Hope I can cope up with my subjects better.
Pray for me! :)
P.S.:
There are new Internationals who came for the second in-take and man, they're really a company! And the twins are back now to fill up 2 more empty bunks of our full-house!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Democracy? I don't think so!
I've met a lot of mean girls in high school and they never care who their talking with when they start their cruelty. Since being the only Muslim in my class, I never heard such nice phrases from these particular girls whenever I came across their conversations. But I've learned to ignore them and just be myself (it's not my problem, anyway)throughout high school. Now that religion is no longer an issue in UIA since most of the students are Muslims, I thought peace would be available. But I was wrong. Wherever you go, you will always encounter mean girls that will never ever be concerned about how you feel.
It started when my roommates and I went to the TV room out of boredom to just watch whatever it is that we can watch. Luckily, the rest of the girls are still having dinner and the room was so empty. We finally settled to watch Amazing Race Asia in AXN 'cause it's the only English show we can watch. The show went on for 30 mins. before a girl came in to the room and sat behind us. I can feel she's looking at us while we're cheering our favourite contestants on the show. I think it's odd but I just let her do whatever she feels like. After a while, she left. Probably bored of what were watching, but she didn't ask to change the channel anyway, so I don't see any reasons if ever she felt offended of feeling an outcast. 10 mins. later, she came back with bunch of other girls talking leisurely, making a squeaky noise at the back of us that you can barely hear properly what the contestants were saying. There's another 20 mins. before the show will be over, when suddenly an average-heighted girl (let's call her Joy Killer) came and pressing the switch buttons just when we're laughing over a hilarious scene.
Henny: "I dare you ask her to not change the channel.."
Me: "Ummp..excuse me..can we wait 'til the show is over then you guys can change the channel?", I was trying to be polite. I even smiled! But NO! She changed the channel to this stupid show where a guy keep on scratching his head while an old man keeps on calling him 'bodoh' and they think it's really funny, they laughed like we didn't ask them politely not to change the channel. Oh boy, she's annoying!
Joy Killer: "Sorry..you are minority. We are majority and we all wanna watch this show!", she said it like we're toddlers being sent to bed.
Majority? What happens to 'first-come-first-serve' policy? This is no democracy, baby! Hello? Majority wins when we will have to decide what is best to settle a misunderstanding between two camps, but in this case she didn't listen and it's not arguable that we came first. And if she's really playing the democratic acts, then she should respect the minority as well as the majority. I mean, come on! We can never be majority and that's the most obvious truth in the whole CFS history! We didn't even reach a quarter of the girls' population so how can we possibly be majority?
They wouldn't get it, really. And We just have to face our defeat quietly as possible since we are the minority.
It started when my roommates and I went to the TV room out of boredom to just watch whatever it is that we can watch. Luckily, the rest of the girls are still having dinner and the room was so empty. We finally settled to watch Amazing Race Asia in AXN 'cause it's the only English show we can watch. The show went on for 30 mins. before a girl came in to the room and sat behind us. I can feel she's looking at us while we're cheering our favourite contestants on the show. I think it's odd but I just let her do whatever she feels like. After a while, she left. Probably bored of what were watching, but she didn't ask to change the channel anyway, so I don't see any reasons if ever she felt offended of feeling an outcast. 10 mins. later, she came back with bunch of other girls talking leisurely, making a squeaky noise at the back of us that you can barely hear properly what the contestants were saying. There's another 20 mins. before the show will be over, when suddenly an average-heighted girl (let's call her Joy Killer) came and pressing the switch buttons just when we're laughing over a hilarious scene.
Henny: "I dare you ask her to not change the channel.."
Me: "Ummp..excuse me..can we wait 'til the show is over then you guys can change the channel?", I was trying to be polite. I even smiled! But NO! She changed the channel to this stupid show where a guy keep on scratching his head while an old man keeps on calling him 'bodoh' and they think it's really funny, they laughed like we didn't ask them politely not to change the channel. Oh boy, she's annoying!
Joy Killer: "Sorry..you are minority. We are majority and we all wanna watch this show!", she said it like we're toddlers being sent to bed.
Majority? What happens to 'first-come-first-serve' policy? This is no democracy, baby! Hello? Majority wins when we will have to decide what is best to settle a misunderstanding between two camps, but in this case she didn't listen and it's not arguable that we came first. And if she's really playing the democratic acts, then she should respect the minority as well as the majority. I mean, come on! We can never be majority and that's the most obvious truth in the whole CFS history! We didn't even reach a quarter of the girls' population so how can we possibly be majority?
They wouldn't get it, really. And We just have to face our defeat quietly as possible since we are the minority.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Laughing after Crying!
After the holidays we are about to check our results for the last sem. I wasn't looking forward of checking it because I know I didn't do well. Henny keeps on telling me to be optimistic but the pessimism is everywhere! And guess what? I got awful marks in my Math and Stats and I got really stressed after seeing it! It's not that easy to see a below average performance if you're used to see high marks. Guess everything has first times. And this one really shocked me. I mean, I'm not "Ms. Perfect", I've done a lot of mistakes and failures for the past 16 yrs. of my life, but this one is just so..(how to say?) OUCH! It really hurts that I didn't eat dinner.
For that I decided to cut down my leisure times and just focus on what it is that I have to focus on. But would I survive without a time out? Come on! After I cried a pail and deserted myself to the darkest part of our study room, I went out. I was surprised my roommates didn't come up to me and interrogate what's happening like before the first time I cried. They just stayed where they were when I left to weep. I guess they understood I need some space.
"Are you okey?", asked Faz as she saw me walking towards them to join in. I was irritated with question since I'm not ok in the first place, but if it was me I would ask the same.
"yeah..I'm cool..", I uttered.
Faz told me to just calm down and just let the heat pass first before I think of anything else. I suppose she's not thinking that I'd hurt myself, right? *laughs* Besides, it's not worth dying for. But something people would, actually. I just listened to her and then Danna (not her real name, as usual) came to ask if I'm fine. Faz took the honour:
"No, she's not."
"Why not?"
"'Coz I'm not happy..", I interrupted.
"Your husband?", Danna suddenly asked.
Where did the husband came from? I don't even have a boyfriend! She was really clueless so we just go with the flow..
"Yeah..you know my husband cheated on me! Guys..", I said.
"Oh really?", man, she really didn't get it!
"She just got married last week when she went back to Philippines and her husband cheated on her that fast!", continued Faz. She is such an actress!
"Oh..my..God..", I can't imagine Danna really believed!
"Hey you guys! I'm praying, OK? (*laughs*) Good thing I just finished! Stop fooling her!", there goes Gene who just got pissed (but take note: laughing as well).
Oh well, it's mean but it was so hilarious! How can anyone be so clueless like that? Then again, I'm not alone.
For that I decided to cut down my leisure times and just focus on what it is that I have to focus on. But would I survive without a time out? Come on! After I cried a pail and deserted myself to the darkest part of our study room, I went out. I was surprised my roommates didn't come up to me and interrogate what's happening like before the first time I cried. They just stayed where they were when I left to weep. I guess they understood I need some space.
"Are you okey?", asked Faz as she saw me walking towards them to join in. I was irritated with question since I'm not ok in the first place, but if it was me I would ask the same.
"yeah..I'm cool..", I uttered.
Faz told me to just calm down and just let the heat pass first before I think of anything else. I suppose she's not thinking that I'd hurt myself, right? *laughs* Besides, it's not worth dying for. But something people would, actually. I just listened to her and then Danna (not her real name, as usual) came to ask if I'm fine. Faz took the honour:
"No, she's not."
"Why not?"
"'Coz I'm not happy..", I interrupted.
"Your husband?", Danna suddenly asked.
Where did the husband came from? I don't even have a boyfriend! She was really clueless so we just go with the flow..
"Yeah..you know my husband cheated on me! Guys..", I said.
"Oh really?", man, she really didn't get it!
"She just got married last week when she went back to Philippines and her husband cheated on her that fast!", continued Faz. She is such an actress!
"Oh..my..God..", I can't imagine Danna really believed!
"Hey you guys! I'm praying, OK? (*laughs*) Good thing I just finished! Stop fooling her!", there goes Gene who just got pissed (but take note: laughing as well).
Oh well, it's mean but it was so hilarious! How can anyone be so clueless like that? Then again, I'm not alone.
Friday, October 31, 2008
The Best Book I've Read This Holidays!
Every holidays I always have a lot of time to sit down and procrastinate. But I'm not planning to do that this time, I've learned from my past holidays that if I sleep the whole day long I will just eventually wake up with a headache. So this holidays, I borrowed four novels from the library and vowed to read them all! *laughs* I even sounded mad when I said it to myself aloud that Hannah made a face. Well, I didn't really got to finish reading everything since some of them are really boring, I wondered why I took them. I just flipped a few pages and later tucked it in the corner of my table.
But one of them stands out:
I loved this book the moment I've read the first page. I got hooked up I can't put it down! It's really sad but inspiring..it makes me feel sorry for those children out of school and orphans. How do they actually cope up with all the stresses of poverty and lost of loved ones in such an early age? But that wasn't the worst part if you have parents but never acted as one - like Kevin.
But one of them stands out:
I loved this book the moment I've read the first page. I got hooked up I can't put it down! It's really sad but inspiring..it makes me feel sorry for those children out of school and orphans. How do they actually cope up with all the stresses of poverty and lost of loved ones in such an early age? But that wasn't the worst part if you have parents but never acted as one - like Kevin.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Guys don't like too smart girls?
Why? I thought, in a millionth times I could muster. Why would a guy reject such a gift of intelligence that came out from a girl? I didn't really care when I heard this from a friend who's moaning about this particular guy she's eyeing on who happened to dump her cause she's too smart (I know..stupid).
"He's just playin' blind that he can barely notice your beauty..", I advised her.
"No, it doesn't stop there!" she exclaimed and walked away.
What else there is to be extracted in the idea of guys hating smart girls? I wondered.
Since high school, I always find myself falling for guys who are impossibly smart. Their stands drive you crazy and they never fail to utter a look of confidence in their faces (which I interpreted as smart). That's what I primarily admired from those types of guys, looks would fall in top two. But the smart turned into pride later on. But if in that very moment I admired them, why can't they be the same like us? My question was answered when I won a casual debate, over this guy I've been crushing on since the class started. There's no rule actually, just speak out your mind and go! At the end of the class, he didn't even looked at me. Before that, we used to talk. But after that, I hate to say this, but his ego ate him whole that turned me off - big time!
The answer is obviously simple, ego. They can't handle a girl so smart she can overrule the guy, which is a turning point of girls' role in the first place. But that's an ancient idea (if you ask me) to let girls be under guys. Now, I'm not against of guys being the head over heels, but for God's sake, what's more that guys want to prove? We've known a whole lot of it than they can ever tell us (or show us, perhaps..)! There is no need to be oblivious that girls today are more daring and confindent than they are phrased before.
Until then, I thought to my myself, guys are still blind if they cannot see the beauty in you, inside and out, because of his ego. And it ends there, darling.
"He's just playin' blind that he can barely notice your beauty..", I advised her.
"No, it doesn't stop there!" she exclaimed and walked away.
What else there is to be extracted in the idea of guys hating smart girls? I wondered.
Since high school, I always find myself falling for guys who are impossibly smart. Their stands drive you crazy and they never fail to utter a look of confidence in their faces (which I interpreted as smart). That's what I primarily admired from those types of guys, looks would fall in top two. But the smart turned into pride later on. But if in that very moment I admired them, why can't they be the same like us? My question was answered when I won a casual debate, over this guy I've been crushing on since the class started. There's no rule actually, just speak out your mind and go! At the end of the class, he didn't even looked at me. Before that, we used to talk. But after that, I hate to say this, but his ego ate him whole that turned me off - big time!
The answer is obviously simple, ego. They can't handle a girl so smart she can overrule the guy, which is a turning point of girls' role in the first place. But that's an ancient idea (if you ask me) to let girls be under guys. Now, I'm not against of guys being the head over heels, but for God's sake, what's more that guys want to prove? We've known a whole lot of it than they can ever tell us (or show us, perhaps..)! There is no need to be oblivious that girls today are more daring and confindent than they are phrased before.
Until then, I thought to my myself, guys are still blind if they cannot see the beauty in you, inside and out, because of his ego. And it ends there, darling.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
A lesson learned
It's been 8 months since our twin roommates went off UIA for a different uni. Well, not to be sadistic or anything, but I was (or at least most of my roommies were) happy that they left. We're not even close, that is. So, saying good byes with wasn't that much of a challenge. They went packed their stuffs on a fair Saturday morning and left. Their close friends were of course, sorrowful about it, but at the same time excited to rennovate our room since 2 more beds were emptied.
I never wondered where they were these past 8 months since I barely know anything about them. If I didn't care about them when they were here, why worry when they're out? I told myself as a part of my whole process of not getting too attached. Sometimes it's hard to let go of something if you get too attached to it, emotionally. I've learned it the hard way during high school when my parents abruptly decided of moving to Davao permanently. My friends in Manila didn't know we'll be living a lifetime there, of course (coz I didn't tell them and because I'm still holding to the thought of going back). Through the years I cling in to the thought that one day I'll be back in Manila to live the materialistic world I used to live with--meet my friends, have fun, shopping, buy this and that! But come on, I can't live with such a thought like that. I mean, they're not realistic and practical enough to cling on to, I convinced myself. Then again, I said good bye to detach myself from whatever that's pulling me down..and move on.
Now that some of friends are moving out from our room, good byes are not so easily uttered. They're my closest friends. The girls who told me, " Olf, you're 17, stop peeing in your pyjamas!" and "Hey, I saw your guy, and he's HOT! Don't give him up!" I totally grew from being a schoolgirl to a lady when I started being friends with them. They taught me a lot of things what a girl friend would ever wanted to hear. But then again, I shouldn't get too attached. We'll see each other again, albeit not that often, but still. I've loved them like my older sisters, but I have to let them go...then I can say good bye.
Every beginning has an end. But that also means that new things will arouse and that's the whole point of ending. (..So epic!) *chuckles*
I never wondered where they were these past 8 months since I barely know anything about them. If I didn't care about them when they were here, why worry when they're out? I told myself as a part of my whole process of not getting too attached. Sometimes it's hard to let go of something if you get too attached to it, emotionally. I've learned it the hard way during high school when my parents abruptly decided of moving to Davao permanently. My friends in Manila didn't know we'll be living a lifetime there, of course (coz I didn't tell them and because I'm still holding to the thought of going back). Through the years I cling in to the thought that one day I'll be back in Manila to live the materialistic world I used to live with--meet my friends, have fun, shopping, buy this and that! But come on, I can't live with such a thought like that. I mean, they're not realistic and practical enough to cling on to, I convinced myself. Then again, I said good bye to detach myself from whatever that's pulling me down..and move on.
Now that some of friends are moving out from our room, good byes are not so easily uttered. They're my closest friends. The girls who told me, " Olf, you're 17, stop peeing in your pyjamas!" and "Hey, I saw your guy, and he's HOT! Don't give him up!" I totally grew from being a schoolgirl to a lady when I started being friends with them. They taught me a lot of things what a girl friend would ever wanted to hear. But then again, I shouldn't get too attached. We'll see each other again, albeit not that often, but still. I've loved them like my older sisters, but I have to let them go...then I can say good bye.
Every beginning has an end. But that also means that new things will arouse and that's the whole point of ending. (..So epic!) *chuckles*
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It's not LOVE, for God's sake!
I've been verbally harrassed by Alena these days. She keeps on insisting of having "..a sudden dispersion of love" -- even in love talks she thought about stats-- between me and this particular guy that has been our good friend since we came to UIA. But even though how many million times I told her that he's just like my big bro and I'm just he's lil sis, she still insists! Oh God. One day, I surrendered and said, "yeah, yeah..we're in love", just to shut her up. But that was a wrong move. She teased me even more. *sob*
Well, I've been fairly kind with this particular guy that's why she's teasing me. But I'm kind to all the guys I know, well, except for those perverts, though. But all in all, I'm a good friend towards guys as one of my guy friends testified a year ago. I mean, there's no reason to be rude to anyone, even if they're guys as long as they're decent on dealing with you. So, I see no point to be mean to this guy Alena was teasing me from.
But when would she stop her annoying teasing session? I wondered. But one thing is certain, IT'S NOT LOVE!
Well, I've been fairly kind with this particular guy that's why she's teasing me. But I'm kind to all the guys I know, well, except for those perverts, though. But all in all, I'm a good friend towards guys as one of my guy friends testified a year ago. I mean, there's no reason to be rude to anyone, even if they're guys as long as they're decent on dealing with you. So, I see no point to be mean to this guy Alena was teasing me from.
But when would she stop her annoying teasing session? I wondered. But one thing is certain, IT'S NOT LOVE!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Being back doesn't mean no more fun!
I just got back to Nilai yesterday after my intended holidays! I unpacked my stuffs and vowed to study after a few hours of nap. It's just a week ago since I left this room but it feels like years. I walked around the room and sat next to Alena. I glanced on what she's doing, and man, her books are everywhere like she studied from dawn to dusk that she couldn't be bothered to clean them. Study-holic much? It seems like things never change after all. Then, she turned to me.
"Hi," she said smiling. "how's your holidays?"
"it was fun!", I said, then i burst out telling my whole holiday experience.
We sat there 'til we run-out of things to talk about and decide to eat when Miecha came. We ordered pizza for dinner which was Miecha's treat and some cakes and pastries. We had this movie marathon which was all a courtesy of Miecha! It was like a pajama party minus the awareness of it! *laughs* Who would protest we can't still be holidays?
"Hi," she said smiling. "how's your holidays?"
"it was fun!", I said, then i burst out telling my whole holiday experience.
We sat there 'til we run-out of things to talk about and decide to eat when Miecha came. We ordered pizza for dinner which was Miecha's treat and some cakes and pastries. We had this movie marathon which was all a courtesy of Miecha! It was like a pajama party minus the awareness of it! *laughs* Who would protest we can't still be holidays?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Damn all these tear jerker films!
It’s been ages since I remembered watching 'A Walk to Remember', starring Mandy Moore and Shane West, one of those tear jerker films that I’ve watched my whole life which made me confess my embarrassing cry. Now, there’s another film I swore I should’ve watched.
It was cozy Monday morning, about quarter to one and I was all alone, really bored; I wouldn’t mind watching anything that is there Asmin downloaded. I browsed through her movie files and found a movie entitled, “NB”. What the hell is NB? I thought. I clicked on it and turned out to be The Notebook starring Rachel McAdams (who played the bitch from Mean Girls) and Ryan Gosling (so hot--from the series, Hercules)! I startled for a while then started concentrating in the scene when Noah left Alie for good. He chose to make a distance between them to think about their priorities before they actually continue their relationship. But in the middle of their hot convo as Alie shouts at Noah’s face that everything’s not yet over between them, Hannah took a really loud and long snore that would probably wake the Arab girls next door. Fuh, if only Mr. P (her guy) knows better.
Anyway, I was telling you already the touchy part. But let me tell you the start of all beginnings once in for all. Alie is a rich, smart and pretty 17-year-old girl who lives life according to her parents rule. She’s a really free-spirited debutant who just can’t have the chance to do her thing. So, in a summer vacation in the middle of High School, her family went on a summer house near the lake. There she hangs out with some of her girl friends. They spend the whole day and night having the time of their lives. One day when she went out on a double date with her friend in a carnival, Noah realized she’s the one for him. Sounds so cheesy, huh? But that’s why it’s romantic. As I was saying, Noah liked Alie the first time he met her, so the poor guy asked the pretty, young lady to dance with him. But Alie out of sarcasm refused to which didn’t seem to discourage Noah at all. He climbed up the peeress wheel where Alie and her date was and introduced his self, impulsively, and asked her to date him. Of course, I would be disgusted as well, so Alie refused to, again. But this time, Noah threatened her of committing suicide if she won’t (so stupid!). Alie freaked out and just said yes to get it over but Noah reached out the iron bars of the peeress wheel and grinned for “atlas”. Alie was so pissed off; she pulled Noah’s pants off his waist.
After that, they started dating and a summer romance bloomed. Well the dating part, you know how it goes, right? Yeahh..so as their relationship grew, they have to choose whether to what they want or what they should. Alie, as young as she is, chose to go back to the city and study while Noah volunteered in a military mission as one of the back-up soldiers of the America. But even when they’re apart, they believed that things are still the same between them. Noah wrote 365 letters to Alie as a means of saying how much he loved her. But Alie’s mom barred all those letters in reaching Alie and made her believe that Noah did forget about her.
Time passed by so fast, after 7 years, Alie was already engaged to a rich and powerful man of their time when Noah finally found Alie. He didn’t expect Alie to forget him and found a new love. Instead, he preoccupied himself in building his dream house which he dreamt of living with her.
News had it that Alie’s marrying this rich guy and everywhere you go you will read that her wedding is gonna be the biggest wedding of the year. She was really happy, almost impossible to breathe. But when she scanned the whole page of the paper, she saw her old love, or shall I say her first love. She fainted s she saw the picture of Noah standing in front of a big white house and decided to get away for a while. She met up with Noah again and finally realized that she still loved him. Well, the usual ending, she chose to be with Noah instead of the rich guy. However, as they grew older, Alie had an Alzheimer’s disease and failed to remember anybody, including Noah. She was put into a Home for the Agents’ hospital and soon Noah followed her. Touchy how he loved her despite of her loss of memory of him! He tried his very best to help her remember those days they had together by reading her “the notebook” that Alie herself wrote about their love story. And when Alie finally remembered, in a split of seconds, she forgot again! Her illness is getting really worse; the doctors wouldn’t let Noah near her. But he insisted and slept beside her. The next thing, the nurse found out them dead together.
Well, that's about my movie review! ciao :)!
The end.
It was cozy Monday morning, about quarter to one and I was all alone, really bored; I wouldn’t mind watching anything that is there Asmin downloaded. I browsed through her movie files and found a movie entitled, “NB”. What the hell is NB? I thought. I clicked on it and turned out to be The Notebook starring Rachel McAdams (who played the bitch from Mean Girls) and Ryan Gosling (so hot--from the series, Hercules)! I startled for a while then started concentrating in the scene when Noah left Alie for good. He chose to make a distance between them to think about their priorities before they actually continue their relationship. But in the middle of their hot convo as Alie shouts at Noah’s face that everything’s not yet over between them, Hannah took a really loud and long snore that would probably wake the Arab girls next door. Fuh, if only Mr. P (her guy) knows better.
Anyway, I was telling you already the touchy part. But let me tell you the start of all beginnings once in for all. Alie is a rich, smart and pretty 17-year-old girl who lives life according to her parents rule. She’s a really free-spirited debutant who just can’t have the chance to do her thing. So, in a summer vacation in the middle of High School, her family went on a summer house near the lake. There she hangs out with some of her girl friends. They spend the whole day and night having the time of their lives. One day when she went out on a double date with her friend in a carnival, Noah realized she’s the one for him. Sounds so cheesy, huh? But that’s why it’s romantic. As I was saying, Noah liked Alie the first time he met her, so the poor guy asked the pretty, young lady to dance with him. But Alie out of sarcasm refused to which didn’t seem to discourage Noah at all. He climbed up the peeress wheel where Alie and her date was and introduced his self, impulsively, and asked her to date him. Of course, I would be disgusted as well, so Alie refused to, again. But this time, Noah threatened her of committing suicide if she won’t (so stupid!). Alie freaked out and just said yes to get it over but Noah reached out the iron bars of the peeress wheel and grinned for “atlas”. Alie was so pissed off; she pulled Noah’s pants off his waist.
After that, they started dating and a summer romance bloomed. Well the dating part, you know how it goes, right? Yeahh..so as their relationship grew, they have to choose whether to what they want or what they should. Alie, as young as she is, chose to go back to the city and study while Noah volunteered in a military mission as one of the back-up soldiers of the America. But even when they’re apart, they believed that things are still the same between them. Noah wrote 365 letters to Alie as a means of saying how much he loved her. But Alie’s mom barred all those letters in reaching Alie and made her believe that Noah did forget about her.
Time passed by so fast, after 7 years, Alie was already engaged to a rich and powerful man of their time when Noah finally found Alie. He didn’t expect Alie to forget him and found a new love. Instead, he preoccupied himself in building his dream house which he dreamt of living with her.
News had it that Alie’s marrying this rich guy and everywhere you go you will read that her wedding is gonna be the biggest wedding of the year. She was really happy, almost impossible to breathe. But when she scanned the whole page of the paper, she saw her old love, or shall I say her first love. She fainted s she saw the picture of Noah standing in front of a big white house and decided to get away for a while. She met up with Noah again and finally realized that she still loved him. Well, the usual ending, she chose to be with Noah instead of the rich guy. However, as they grew older, Alie had an Alzheimer’s disease and failed to remember anybody, including Noah. She was put into a Home for the Agents’ hospital and soon Noah followed her. Touchy how he loved her despite of her loss of memory of him! He tried his very best to help her remember those days they had together by reading her “the notebook” that Alie herself wrote about their love story. And when Alie finally remembered, in a split of seconds, she forgot again! Her illness is getting really worse; the doctors wouldn’t let Noah near her. But he insisted and slept beside her. The next thing, the nurse found out them dead together.
Well, that's about my movie review! ciao :)!
The end.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
HAPPY EID'L FITR!
Nine days before the official day of my finals is nine days of my supposedly guilt-free holidays. God, it's not easy to feel free in a holiday while you know you'll be having a really terrifying end. "But who cares?” I keep on convincing myself. Its holidays and we're supposed to have fun, right? Besides, we have to celebrate Eid'l Fitr! This year is my first Ramadan and Hari Raya here, let me tell you. And I was really excited to pack up my things and meet my cousins as the holidays started. We had this blow-out party hosted by my uncle for the rest of the Filipino UIA students, and it was a so cool! God, life is so good! *laughs*
Well, it was just your usual gathering, you know. We ate, we chat and laughed a lot--really! Most of the girls wore black jubah, the little girls and little bois in their colorful baju kurungs and baju malayus and the guys in their unity of white. I barely know some of the guys but they're really nice. It's just that, I'm too fierce-looking for them! *chuckles* My cousins and I were so pessimistic that maybe it would rain. And it did, so the rest of the guests decided to leave earlier than they intended to.
But boy, this party was great. Well, except for the fact that my sister is teasing me to this guy (err, boy) who happens to be really cute. He has a nice smile (like sunshine) and puffy brown hair (which reminds me of an old friend in High School). He was wearing this hooded, checkered jubah (like a dementor, minus the checkered patterns) which I used to laugh at when somebody wears it, but he looks so young in it--I can't help asking his age! *giggles* Guess what? He's just 18! "Hah," I thought. Then, my sis teased me some more coz that just means he's just a year older than me--which means he's the youngest among the guys! Really, I'm not kidding. 18 years old is the youngest age so far among my country mates which I'm aware I happen to be associated with. So..yeahh, for those dreaming for cute Filipino guys in Gombak, I'm sorry to break your heart, there are cute ones but they're more or less 23or 24. And for me, they're way too old--no offense (or offense! whatev!) :)
Yeah..all in all, the party was a blast! I ate a lot but I don't care! I've been eating tons of carbs these days which I constantly blame to the whole day of fasting and I made it through the whole month blaming the same reason. And now the month of Ramadan is finally done, I'll have to pay for all those days I was absent! *laughs* If you're a girl, you know what I mean!
Well, it was just your usual gathering, you know. We ate, we chat and laughed a lot--really! Most of the girls wore black jubah, the little girls and little bois in their colorful baju kurungs and baju malayus and the guys in their unity of white. I barely know some of the guys but they're really nice. It's just that, I'm too fierce-looking for them! *chuckles* My cousins and I were so pessimistic that maybe it would rain. And it did, so the rest of the guests decided to leave earlier than they intended to.
But boy, this party was great. Well, except for the fact that my sister is teasing me to this guy (err, boy) who happens to be really cute. He has a nice smile (like sunshine) and puffy brown hair (which reminds me of an old friend in High School). He was wearing this hooded, checkered jubah (like a dementor, minus the checkered patterns) which I used to laugh at when somebody wears it, but he looks so young in it--I can't help asking his age! *giggles* Guess what? He's just 18! "Hah," I thought. Then, my sis teased me some more coz that just means he's just a year older than me--which means he's the youngest among the guys! Really, I'm not kidding. 18 years old is the youngest age so far among my country mates which I'm aware I happen to be associated with. So..yeahh, for those dreaming for cute Filipino guys in Gombak, I'm sorry to break your heart, there are cute ones but they're more or less 23or 24. And for me, they're way too old--no offense (or offense! whatev!) :)
Yeah..all in all, the party was a blast! I ate a lot but I don't care! I've been eating tons of carbs these days which I constantly blame to the whole day of fasting and I made it through the whole month blaming the same reason. And now the month of Ramadan is finally done, I'll have to pay for all those days I was absent! *laughs* If you're a girl, you know what I mean!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Myself after 4 years..
I'm quite pessimistic about my future. Would I be rich?? Would I marry the guy I've been dreaming of my whole life?? But this are all idealistic. I know. But one prediction is just an inch away from reality, I will look like this sooner or later.
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