Not too long ago, a friend of mine reminded me that there was something wrong between certain girls of my batch saying that the misunderstanding between us was bloody silly. I couldn't help but agree. Who can turn their backs to the hadeeth that Allah frowns upon those who break the ukhuwwah and do not talk to each other for more than three days. I'd noticed the problem a few months back but didn't know how to solve it. Turning a blind eye to it was the easiest thing to do, especially since i was kept busy with studies and activities.
But during the hols, i had some time to think about it and thought what the heck, i'd ask her what the real issue was. Alhamdulillah, we've sorted it out and now we're friends again. It turns out that she was actually hurt by what one of my girlfriends said or wrote. Considering her circumstances, i'd be hurt too.
I've learnt that bearing grudges is never beneficial. Being forgiving and open-minded can help you go through life happier. Misunderstandings easily occur because two people can intrepret and look at the same thing in different ways. By being honest with each other, you actually find out how wrongly we think because we always assume. It's dangerous to assume. Inna ba'dha zhanni ithm. Easier said than done.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Teachers' Day
It was the best reason i could think of for going to SMIH; Teachers' Day. Every other day, i didn't have a strong enough justification to go and meet the teachers. I asked Wardah if she wanted to go and she agreed. You see, when one has been out of school for a while now, one cannot go to school alone for fear of boredom.
The school environment has changed so much. Many new teachers you don't know. And the students all stare at you wondering who you are. The only batch that still knows me would be the form five students and prolly some form four who remembers me from MMH.
We went to school around 10 am by taxi (us girls wif no car hav to resort to that). The sun was already glaring by then. We went to find a cooler place with teachers around. What better place than the teachers' room. Ustazah Hawanis was there and so were a few other teachers.
They asked us how we were and it somehow came out how busy our schedules were. Ust Anis said that was not surprising and it was due to them that we are busy today. Her words couldn't be more true. She also commented on the current batch of fifth formers, how they weren't like the 2nd and 3rd batch (eheh) who could challenge her when she raised any issues during Bahasa lessons, especially the 2nd batch.
Ustazah Jamilah was tired as always yet still running about because she was the director of the Teachers' day programme.
Then there was the assembly where the prizes for the games were given away. There were also awards for the teachers in certain categories. Ust Jamilah won Guru paling Prihatin. Ust. Kartini won Guru paling dedikasi. Us Ezadin and Ust Zanariah won Guru paling Popular. In her speech, Ust Kamaliah mentioned the anecdotes. She said that most of the entries referred to the teachers as being the most memorable thing(??) of school.
The performances came next including sajaks by 2 banins, a nasyid by Najahan (which wasn't all that besides the percussion and the ad hoc Ust Shahidah who played the traingle), and a solo by Us Masdi. Then the form fivers gave each teacher a present from them. Then there was the usual jamuan.
One comment i can't forget is by Ust Hayati who told us to pray for suami soleh yang bujang, because you never know. Hihi, out of all the things to pesan.
Throughout the day, Wardah and i were pointing out each of the youngsters we knew whom were siblings of other people we knew. It wasn't hard to tell since most had the trademark faces.
We had a wonderful day.
(In the evening, began my painful muscle aches which i'd anticipated the day before)
The school environment has changed so much. Many new teachers you don't know. And the students all stare at you wondering who you are. The only batch that still knows me would be the form five students and prolly some form four who remembers me from MMH.
We went to school around 10 am by taxi (us girls wif no car hav to resort to that). The sun was already glaring by then. We went to find a cooler place with teachers around. What better place than the teachers' room. Ustazah Hawanis was there and so were a few other teachers.
They asked us how we were and it somehow came out how busy our schedules were. Ust Anis said that was not surprising and it was due to them that we are busy today. Her words couldn't be more true. She also commented on the current batch of fifth formers, how they weren't like the 2nd and 3rd batch (eheh) who could challenge her when she raised any issues during Bahasa lessons, especially the 2nd batch.
Ustazah Jamilah was tired as always yet still running about because she was the director of the Teachers' day programme.
Then there was the assembly where the prizes for the games were given away. There were also awards for the teachers in certain categories. Ust Jamilah won Guru paling Prihatin. Ust. Kartini won Guru paling dedikasi. Us Ezadin and Ust Zanariah won Guru paling Popular. In her speech, Ust Kamaliah mentioned the anecdotes. She said that most of the entries referred to the teachers as being the most memorable thing(??) of school.
The performances came next including sajaks by 2 banins, a nasyid by Najahan (which wasn't all that besides the percussion and the ad hoc Ust Shahidah who played the traingle), and a solo by Us Masdi. Then the form fivers gave each teacher a present from them. Then there was the usual jamuan.
One comment i can't forget is by Ust Hayati who told us to pray for suami soleh yang bujang, because you never know. Hihi, out of all the things to pesan.
Throughout the day, Wardah and i were pointing out each of the youngsters we knew whom were siblings of other people we knew. It wasn't hard to tell since most had the trademark faces.
We had a wonderful day.
(In the evening, began my painful muscle aches which i'd anticipated the day before)
a not so slow sunday
Sundays at home are usually slow and lazy. Last Sunday was definitely not one of those Sundays. It began as a typical Sunday but didn't end as one. I didn't wake up early enough to watch "7th Heaven". By the time i awoke,Kak chik had gone for tuition and Hammad was playing computer games. Mak said that our cuzz, Naim would be coming over for lunch (wish i had an aunt in Kuantan to go to for lunch).
That afternoon, ayah finally agreed to let me drive the Estima. Woow. I was jumping for joy and making somersaults inside. I was actually scared to death because the last time i drove was before entering matriculation and that was aeons ago. W e went around Taman U and Desa Skudai, picked kak chik up and bought cendol pulut. Yay, an accomplishment :)
Lunch was delicious. We had ikan pari bakar and air asam, tomyam, kari ikan and mak's special salad.
In the evening, we all went to Pulai Springs. I got to drive the Estima again (lovin' it but it's really a very big car). Ayah and mak played pingpong while kakchik and i went to the gym. It was my first time there. We felt quite awkward since all the other people there were middle-aged guys. Kakchik tried one equipment that was for the latissimus dorsi and a few other muscles i can't remember. The trainer came over and corrected kakchik's method. I was kinda nervous so i tried to make small talk. I asked which equipment could be used to tone the abs (hey, it was the first thing i could think of, and it wouldn't hurt to know).
He asked me to lay down on one of the machines (there were so many and i'm clueless on how to describe them) and showed me how to do it. It was quite hard and painful to do. After doing a few and unable to do more, he then asked kakchik to do it. Then it was my turn again. We did three rounds before he taught another excercise. I was quite surprised when he suddenly focused on us. I was half-hoping he'd leave us so we could continue on our own. Realizing that he was going nowhere, we might as well follow his instructions. He asked us to do a few other excercises. It was hard to believe there were so many different excercises juat for the abs.
Then mak came to the gym and joined us doing the aerobics. The music was blasting in our ears and i couldn't help myself from nodding me head to the beat ;p I had a lot of fun.
*Twenty four hours later, all the vigorous excercise which for me is done once in a blue moon, came to haunt me. I had systemic mylagia. My sternocleidomastoid felt so painful. Moving my head sideways has never ached so much. My deltoid, biceps brachii, triceps, flexors and extensors of the forearm are all aching. The muscles of my lower extremeties are not spared. Getting up from a sitting position is quite a chore. The agony.The pain. Only Allah knows. I should be learning from past experiences, shouldn't i*
A wonderful evening was followed by dinner at Singgahselalu. Again, my first time there. Munibah was so jealous, hihi.
By the time we reached home, i was so tired that i was out like a log by 10.30 pm (by far, the earliest bed time all week :p)
That afternoon, ayah finally agreed to let me drive the Estima. Woow. I was jumping for joy and making somersaults inside. I was actually scared to death because the last time i drove was before entering matriculation and that was aeons ago. W e went around Taman U and Desa Skudai, picked kak chik up and bought cendol pulut. Yay, an accomplishment :)
Lunch was delicious. We had ikan pari bakar and air asam, tomyam, kari ikan and mak's special salad.
In the evening, we all went to Pulai Springs. I got to drive the Estima again (lovin' it but it's really a very big car). Ayah and mak played pingpong while kakchik and i went to the gym. It was my first time there. We felt quite awkward since all the other people there were middle-aged guys. Kakchik tried one equipment that was for the latissimus dorsi and a few other muscles i can't remember. The trainer came over and corrected kakchik's method. I was kinda nervous so i tried to make small talk. I asked which equipment could be used to tone the abs (hey, it was the first thing i could think of, and it wouldn't hurt to know).
He asked me to lay down on one of the machines (there were so many and i'm clueless on how to describe them) and showed me how to do it. It was quite hard and painful to do. After doing a few and unable to do more, he then asked kakchik to do it. Then it was my turn again. We did three rounds before he taught another excercise. I was quite surprised when he suddenly focused on us. I was half-hoping he'd leave us so we could continue on our own. Realizing that he was going nowhere, we might as well follow his instructions. He asked us to do a few other excercises. It was hard to believe there were so many different excercises juat for the abs.
Then mak came to the gym and joined us doing the aerobics. The music was blasting in our ears and i couldn't help myself from nodding me head to the beat ;p I had a lot of fun.
*Twenty four hours later, all the vigorous excercise which for me is done once in a blue moon, came to haunt me. I had systemic mylagia. My sternocleidomastoid felt so painful. Moving my head sideways has never ached so much. My deltoid, biceps brachii, triceps, flexors and extensors of the forearm are all aching. The muscles of my lower extremeties are not spared. Getting up from a sitting position is quite a chore. The agony.The pain. Only Allah knows. I should be learning from past experiences, shouldn't i*
A wonderful evening was followed by dinner at Singgahselalu. Again, my first time there. Munibah was so jealous, hihi.
By the time we reached home, i was so tired that i was out like a log by 10.30 pm (by far, the earliest bed time all week :p)
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Of specs and hearing
"Wait a sec, lemme get me specs, i can't hear you"
Ever experienced this. I know I have, on numerous occasions especially before bed if i've taken 'em off and someone still wants to chat or when someone wakes me up and has something to tell me. Having worn specs for a decade now, i'm practically dependent on them. They go wherever i go except to slumberland. Even that happens sometimes when i fall asleep in 'em (much to ayah's disapproval). To see my dreams clearer, eheh.
So what's the connection between your vision and hearing? It seems unreasonable, right? I guess if one of your senses are diminished, the others somehow follow. I haven't found the medical basis for this but it's just from experience. nantilah i'll find out.
Any theories kak Aliya?
Ever experienced this. I know I have, on numerous occasions especially before bed if i've taken 'em off and someone still wants to chat or when someone wakes me up and has something to tell me. Having worn specs for a decade now, i'm practically dependent on them. They go wherever i go except to slumberland. Even that happens sometimes when i fall asleep in 'em (much to ayah's disapproval). To see my dreams clearer, eheh.
So what's the connection between your vision and hearing? It seems unreasonable, right? I guess if one of your senses are diminished, the others somehow follow. I haven't found the medical basis for this but it's just from experience. nantilah i'll find out.
Any theories kak Aliya?
Friday, May 13, 2005
100% silk tie and a maroon shirt
It was the first time i bought anything for a guy, or guys for that matter. After my seminar, my group wanted to buy something for Dr Imad, our advisor and our assessors Dr Yi Yi and Dr Maung Maung. We also wanted to repay Zaid Kadir for helping us at such short notice. Julia and Azamani belanja him dinner. Me, Faizah and Hanim didn't want to do that so we thought we'd buy him something instead.
After taking some time looking about, we finally bought Zaid a maroon shirt. dunno if he'll fit it or even wear it.
then we had to find something for Dr Imad. We decided to get him a tie. I've never bought a tie before and dunno what kind he'd like. After going through several hundred types, we found one that was within our budget. eheh.
i was in charge of wrapping both gifts. Azza gave me a hand. As she inspected the tie, she commented on the label stating that it was 100% silk. i didn't notice it. it is common knowledge that guys can't wear anything made of silk except under certain circumstances. i'm inexperienced in these things and was kinda puzzled. what were we supposed to do? takkan tanak bagi sebab dah beli and tak naklah Dr tak pakai plak kalau bagi karang.
i messaged ayah, ustazah Hamidah and the next day asked Prof Omar about it.
Ustazah Hamidah was the first to reply. She said that there is a khilaf in this matter. some ulama' say its haram while some say it is permissible since a tie is considered an accessory, not really a clothing.
Prof Omar said the same thing, then he asked us how much we bought it for. About RM3o, i said. He laughed and said that only pure silk ties made of silk worms are haraam to be worn by men.. Those were priced at about RM300-RM400. The one we bought must be synthetic silk. Whew, that was a relief.
Ayah called me to give me the answer while i was on the bus going back to Kuantan after the Ihtifal. Ayah had asked some ustazs and they gave the same answers as Ustazah Hamidah. (thanks ayah for your effort, i appreciate it).
now i know.
After taking some time looking about, we finally bought Zaid a maroon shirt. dunno if he'll fit it or even wear it.
then we had to find something for Dr Imad. We decided to get him a tie. I've never bought a tie before and dunno what kind he'd like. After going through several hundred types, we found one that was within our budget. eheh.
i was in charge of wrapping both gifts. Azza gave me a hand. As she inspected the tie, she commented on the label stating that it was 100% silk. i didn't notice it. it is common knowledge that guys can't wear anything made of silk except under certain circumstances. i'm inexperienced in these things and was kinda puzzled. what were we supposed to do? takkan tanak bagi sebab dah beli and tak naklah Dr tak pakai plak kalau bagi karang.
i messaged ayah, ustazah Hamidah and the next day asked Prof Omar about it.
Ustazah Hamidah was the first to reply. She said that there is a khilaf in this matter. some ulama' say its haram while some say it is permissible since a tie is considered an accessory, not really a clothing.
Prof Omar said the same thing, then he asked us how much we bought it for. About RM3o, i said. He laughed and said that only pure silk ties made of silk worms are haraam to be worn by men.. Those were priced at about RM300-RM400. The one we bought must be synthetic silk. Whew, that was a relief.
Ayah called me to give me the answer while i was on the bus going back to Kuantan after the Ihtifal. Ayah had asked some ustazs and they gave the same answers as Ustazah Hamidah. (thanks ayah for your effort, i appreciate it).
now i know.
Some things you just remember
The year was 2002. The place, Pusat Islam. He told me about the debate doubting that I would go. I shrugged the message off, knowing there was no way I could go even if I wanted to.
That was until dad called. He and mom would be coming to KL to attend the debate. They’d be staying at a hotel (I think it was Mandarin Oriental or Nikko, not really sure). This was a three-in-one chance; I’d be able to see my parents, stay at a hotel and attend the debate. Yay. I didn’t have other plans anyway.
I vaguely recall the journey to the hotel. All I remember is that the LRT passed by the Pusat Islam. It was still early when I arrived so we had some time to shop and find dinner. Just before maghrib, we went off chauffeured to Pusat Islam and prayed there. After that mak had to go somewhere else and I had to search for a seat by myself. Suddenly I felt so lonely. The hall seemed so big and there was no one I knew.
I headed for a seat somewhere in the middle of the hall not so back and not so in front. It was just beside the aisle, so I could easily go out when it was over. I had no worries of bumping into him because the place was absolutely enormous. The probability of meeting him there was very low. Or so I thought.
The debate was between UTM (obviously) and another University which i don't remember. It hadn’t started yet. Everyone was still locating their seats. I was beginning to get bored. That was when I noticed him. He was wearing a pink shirt (the lights were dimmed so i couldn't be sure) and looked quite smart, standing just beside my seat with a group of his friends. I tried to shrink in my seat as low as possible. Please don’t notice me, I prayed. I let out a sigh of relief when he passed directly in front of me and sat three seats away. The kakak sitting next to me was a UTM staff. She told me that UTM staff and students had to come and fill up the hall. sian.
I was very nervous and my cardium was beating wildly. I tried to be as unnoticeable as possible. After a few minutes, my phone rang. It was him. I guessed that he wanted to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. I was contemplating whether to answer or not and finally did the former. When he was confident it was really me, he changed seats with his friend who sat two seats away. The kakak remained between us. We made small talk.
Shortly after that, the VIP’s arrived; including the Sultan and Sultanah, the Johorian royal family, vice chancellor, deputies (including ayah), deans, lecturers and their spouses. He made a comment about me joining my parents in front. I just managed a smirk, exercising my risorius muscle (the one used for a pseudosmile).
Then the debate began. He explained all about the debaters and commented on the debate as it progressed. I don’t remember much of what the whole debate was about. All I know is UTM won. I was actually glad to have a familiar face around throughout the event.
When it was over I had to wait quite a while for mak and ayah to finish their refreshments. Then we went back to the hotel.
There's some things that you just remember.
ps... i wrote this in the wee hours...who is HE? been wondering that meself.
That was until dad called. He and mom would be coming to KL to attend the debate. They’d be staying at a hotel (I think it was Mandarin Oriental or Nikko, not really sure). This was a three-in-one chance; I’d be able to see my parents, stay at a hotel and attend the debate. Yay. I didn’t have other plans anyway.
I vaguely recall the journey to the hotel. All I remember is that the LRT passed by the Pusat Islam. It was still early when I arrived so we had some time to shop and find dinner. Just before maghrib, we went off chauffeured to Pusat Islam and prayed there. After that mak had to go somewhere else and I had to search for a seat by myself. Suddenly I felt so lonely. The hall seemed so big and there was no one I knew.
I headed for a seat somewhere in the middle of the hall not so back and not so in front. It was just beside the aisle, so I could easily go out when it was over. I had no worries of bumping into him because the place was absolutely enormous. The probability of meeting him there was very low. Or so I thought.
The debate was between UTM (obviously) and another University which i don't remember. It hadn’t started yet. Everyone was still locating their seats. I was beginning to get bored. That was when I noticed him. He was wearing a pink shirt (the lights were dimmed so i couldn't be sure) and looked quite smart, standing just beside my seat with a group of his friends. I tried to shrink in my seat as low as possible. Please don’t notice me, I prayed. I let out a sigh of relief when he passed directly in front of me and sat three seats away. The kakak sitting next to me was a UTM staff. She told me that UTM staff and students had to come and fill up the hall. sian.
I was very nervous and my cardium was beating wildly. I tried to be as unnoticeable as possible. After a few minutes, my phone rang. It was him. I guessed that he wanted to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. I was contemplating whether to answer or not and finally did the former. When he was confident it was really me, he changed seats with his friend who sat two seats away. The kakak remained between us. We made small talk.
Shortly after that, the VIP’s arrived; including the Sultan and Sultanah, the Johorian royal family, vice chancellor, deputies (including ayah), deans, lecturers and their spouses. He made a comment about me joining my parents in front. I just managed a smirk, exercising my risorius muscle (the one used for a pseudosmile).
Then the debate began. He explained all about the debaters and commented on the debate as it progressed. I don’t remember much of what the whole debate was about. All I know is UTM won. I was actually glad to have a familiar face around throughout the event.
When it was over I had to wait quite a while for mak and ayah to finish their refreshments. Then we went back to the hotel.
There's some things that you just remember.
ps... i wrote this in the wee hours...who is HE? been wondering that meself.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
it finally came out
Kak chik brought home two editions of the Inspirasi today. Of course I’d go through the 01/02 edition first, the one which involved my batch. After all the sleepless nights, numerous hours, frequent visits to school and all the time spent working on it, that was it. I even had to work on it during the semester breaks during my matriculation. And it was finally published after four years.
My sister was quick to comment on the mistakes in them. In one of the class photos, the teacher was wrongly named. And it had to be her class. I should have asked her first. Sheesh, that’s embarrassing besides all the other typos.
As I was going through the karya section, one issue that had my blood boiling last year, all of a sudden came back to me. How could they? There was supposed to be a series of Islamized Sin Chan comics and also a power puff girls comic. I realized that they were missing from the compilation in Safura’s possession as well as a couple of other stuff too. She didn’t know anything about it. Umayr didn’t know too. Salman AR did but he didn’t want to reveal the identity of the person who took it (it’s a good thing he didn’t coz I’d be cursing him rite now). He said the person’s rationale was that our school is an Islamic school and a silly boy wearing shorts just wasn’t Islamic. Something like that. Owh-kay.
The thing is, if u don’t like it okay, then have the decency to return it. Don’t keep it as if it were yours. How was I supposed to explain it to my friend and her family? I knew how hard he worked on it. The whole family knew. Owh they didn’t like it so they just kept it to themselves. Yeah, rite. My sister mentioned that one of her friends had the comic and displayed it in her file which she brings to school everyday. She’s the sister of ….. The nerve of some people.
Anyways, generally, both magazines were fine.
My sister was quick to comment on the mistakes in them. In one of the class photos, the teacher was wrongly named. And it had to be her class. I should have asked her first. Sheesh, that’s embarrassing besides all the other typos.
As I was going through the karya section, one issue that had my blood boiling last year, all of a sudden came back to me. How could they? There was supposed to be a series of Islamized Sin Chan comics and also a power puff girls comic. I realized that they were missing from the compilation in Safura’s possession as well as a couple of other stuff too. She didn’t know anything about it. Umayr didn’t know too. Salman AR did but he didn’t want to reveal the identity of the person who took it (it’s a good thing he didn’t coz I’d be cursing him rite now). He said the person’s rationale was that our school is an Islamic school and a silly boy wearing shorts just wasn’t Islamic. Something like that. Owh-kay.
The thing is, if u don’t like it okay, then have the decency to return it. Don’t keep it as if it were yours. How was I supposed to explain it to my friend and her family? I knew how hard he worked on it. The whole family knew. Owh they didn’t like it so they just kept it to themselves. Yeah, rite. My sister mentioned that one of her friends had the comic and displayed it in her file which she brings to school everyday. She’s the sister of ….. The nerve of some people.
Anyways, generally, both magazines were fine.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Healer’s’ Sonnet
This is the grand finale to a seminar we had in our 3rd block...
A poem entitled : Healer’s’ Sonnet
I may not be the world’s greatest poet,
Nor the world’s greatest writer,
But together we serve other’s life
Together…
We surpass all.
We are so much more than we know,
We are explorers,
knowing that once we have gone as far as we can see,
We will still see farther.
We are singers,
spreading the melody of empathy.
We are lawyers,
making a case for life.
We are authors,
helping others add more pages to their book of memories.
We are comedians,
dispensing the medicine of laughter.
We are magicians,
that inspire patients and family.
We are living proof that humanity is created in this world.
Dear God,
To the one that is lonely,
May I be a friend…
To those with heavy burden,
Help me to meet their needs…
To those in the darkness,
May I be the light…
To those in fear,
May I be their shelter…
And now,
We can proudly confess,
That at least one life can breath easier.
Because…
By the will of Allah…
We have lived
A poem entitled : Healer’s’ Sonnet
I may not be the world’s greatest poet,
Nor the world’s greatest writer,
But together we serve other’s life
Together…
We surpass all.
We are so much more than we know,
We are explorers,
knowing that once we have gone as far as we can see,
We will still see farther.
We are singers,
spreading the melody of empathy.
We are lawyers,
making a case for life.
We are authors,
helping others add more pages to their book of memories.
We are comedians,
dispensing the medicine of laughter.
We are magicians,
that inspire patients and family.
We are living proof that humanity is created in this world.
Dear God,
To the one that is lonely,
May I be a friend…
To those with heavy burden,
Help me to meet their needs…
To those in the darkness,
May I be the light…
To those in fear,
May I be their shelter…
And now,
We can proudly confess,
That at least one life can breath easier.
Because…
By the will of Allah…
We have lived
After begging and pestering mak to call the computer guy to fix the computer which is really slow and most of the time hangs for no reason, she finally relented.
the result is my pc now has steramyx. yay. just for this month though. for the time that i'll be at home.
my last paper, the MCQ's, was on thursday morning, then i spent the whole afternoon checking my email. in the evening, me, azza, farhan, kak farah and kak laila went to Secret Recipe which just opened that week. owh the divine cakes. i had a hard time choosing which one to buy. azza ordered a raspberry cheese cake to celebrate her belated birthday that night.
there was supposed to be a ppim meeting at 9 pm which was delayed to 10.45. in the mean time, i thought i'd finish the epid assignment we had to do. kak liya wanted to go back early so our group had to finish it that very night. other groups stayed back to complete it. time just flies when you're actually doing something, if you have nothing to do, it drags ever so slowly. it was already 11 pm when i looked at the time and raining very heavily. i skipped the meeting and went to submit my work instead. they were doing the compilation at cbah's room then we moved to sha's room. around 11.30, me and ad went back to my room to celebrate azza's befday. then we went back to sha's room. that was when i got stuck watching 'Son-in-law 2003', a japanese series. nasib sha was on the 6th out of 8 cd's. it was about a singer who was so handsome and macho on stage, yet very 'poyo' at home. i stayed to watch the last 2 cd's. it was 4 am by the time i returned to my room .
my ticket home was scheduled for 10.30am. i arrived at larkin around 5.30 pm. there, i bumped into farhana and fariha, the singaporean twins. munibah was at home so we spent most of the weekend filling each other with juicy gossip. what else do siblings do, heh.
the result is my pc now has steramyx. yay. just for this month though. for the time that i'll be at home.
my last paper, the MCQ's, was on thursday morning, then i spent the whole afternoon checking my email. in the evening, me, azza, farhan, kak farah and kak laila went to Secret Recipe which just opened that week. owh the divine cakes. i had a hard time choosing which one to buy. azza ordered a raspberry cheese cake to celebrate her belated birthday that night.
there was supposed to be a ppim meeting at 9 pm which was delayed to 10.45. in the mean time, i thought i'd finish the epid assignment we had to do. kak liya wanted to go back early so our group had to finish it that very night. other groups stayed back to complete it. time just flies when you're actually doing something, if you have nothing to do, it drags ever so slowly. it was already 11 pm when i looked at the time and raining very heavily. i skipped the meeting and went to submit my work instead. they were doing the compilation at cbah's room then we moved to sha's room. around 11.30, me and ad went back to my room to celebrate azza's befday. then we went back to sha's room. that was when i got stuck watching 'Son-in-law 2003', a japanese series. nasib sha was on the 6th out of 8 cd's. it was about a singer who was so handsome and macho on stage, yet very 'poyo' at home. i stayed to watch the last 2 cd's. it was 4 am by the time i returned to my room .
my ticket home was scheduled for 10.30am. i arrived at larkin around 5.30 pm. there, i bumped into farhana and fariha, the singaporean twins. munibah was at home so we spent most of the weekend filling each other with juicy gossip. what else do siblings do, heh.
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