A/N: I'm moving to my blog at Tumblr now but I'm not going to delete my old blog at Blogger. It's got a priceless value and I'll leave it here for me, you and anybody who would want to read it in future.
update.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009, 8:41:00 PM
If I could, I would want a voice to tell me:
"Allah tidak akan memberi cabaran pada hamba-Nya yang tidak sanggup menerima cabaran. Jadi, apa yang kauhadapi sekarang adalah antara cabaran dan dugaan hidupmu yang telah pun dicatatkan di lohmahfuz. Hadapilah ia dengan ketabahan dan kecekalan agar hidupmu cemerlang dan gemilang."
Therefore, good luck in life.
Anyway, I haven't been updating my blog frequently. Anybody in Sec 3, 4 or 5 would know; there isn't the time to blog frequently. What with Speech Day and MYE coming soon. I don't know what to blog about. Maybe the only thing I do want to blog about is an incident that happened on Saturday when I went out with Nadia, Wani, Syahiran and Azhar.
Syahiran is sniffling. Syahiran is sick. Unfortunately, none of us had a packet of tissue and Syahiran went sniffling and sniffling. While walking down the corridor, we passed by an uncle holding out a bag of packets of tissue. He spoke. Quickly and in a deep voice. I only managed to catch:
"... $2 untuk makan."
$2 to eat. And then I remembered what Ms Chua taught us in SS. Not everybody can be supported financially and if they aren't, they have to do what they have to do to get the money. With $2, you can buy a meal to keep you full for the night. Maybe even the morning. I gave the uncle a $2 note with a smile and he repeatedly thanked me. He gave me more than one packet.
I find it strangely coincidental how I can apply what I learn in school in everyday life.
how to save a life.
Friday, March 27, 2009, 11:59:00 PM
You can save a life, by turning off a light tomorrow from 8.30PM to 9.30PM.
ainul's birthday celebration.
Sunday, March 22, 2009, 4:22:00 PM
I'm back!
Friday, 20 March:
If you didn't know, I stayed at the chalet next to DTE. Not my chalet though, it's my auntie's and uncle's and don't forget, Ainul's! They booked a chalet to celebrate Ainul's birthday. Technically, Ainul turned 1 on 14 March but all the chalets were booked then and the celebration had to be on a weekend.
Anyway, I had to spend the night there because my brothers wanted to and my mom said I had to take care of them. I didn't want to spend the night there though; I knew I had nothing to do if I stayed there. In the end, I didn't really regret it. I got to eat junk food and play with Ainul. And I got to help Uncle Fahmy with the celebration due the next day and he helped me with my entry for the GPA competition.
Saturday, 21 March:
I've done more productive work then I expected I'd do. Although, one very unlucky thing happened. The battery of my cam died. As in died and I can't charge it anymore. Oh my god, I snapped Ainul and the balloons and Uncle Fahmy blowing the balloons! And I needed it for the real celebration at night. In the end, I used the cam in my phone. But thankfully, they weren't that bad.
I had fun. He had fun. She had fun. They had fun. We had fun. But we were dead beat at the end of it and the people who helped fry the satay, including me, smelled of smoke.
picnic with the ex 2/7 gang.
Thursday, March 19, 2009, 8:06:00 PM
My assistant in "bartending", Zurhairi.
"You didn't pronounce 'UNO' right!"
Syahiran: That's right! Haziq: That's left!
I ♥ my Hippo bandage.
Gang, I loved today. Did you?
sh@pe.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009, 2:35:00 PM
"Kak Nga, Nadia's on the line!"
I'm sleeping. I can't move; my body felt like it melted into the bed. I groaned.
"Kak Nga, Nadia says that you have CCA at 8!"
I turned my head to the right and read the time on the radio. 7.30AM. I let my head fall to the pillow and stayed there. A moment passed and I got up to get ready for CCA. The whole time I was getting ready, the only word that went through my mind was: Suckass.
You can't say I woke up late. I didn't even know we had CCA today. Half-way through CCA, I received an sms from Amani saying that we have Arithmetic class from 11 to 12. Usually I'd be happy to have Arithmetic class but I felt totally at a loss; I didn't even know my schedule for the day.
if you seek amy.
Saturday, March 14, 2009, 10:47:00 PM
If you seek Amy = F(If)-U(you)-C(see)-K(k A)-ME(my)
ca1.
, 8:07:00 AM
I'm happy with my CA1. If not happy, content. Although I would really have liked to get an A1 for Literature and top the level. And my English is a disappointment, really. A 81.7 is a long way from my 68.6. I showed my mom and dad my report book and requested for:
An LG KS360.
Today at Lucky Plaza, I pointed out an LG KS360 to my mom and dad. Without a contract, it sold for $275. They said, "We'll scout for a better deal". And that would mean I might be getting it. Before I go on and on about it, I should shut up about anything related to my academic achievement.
Uncle Fahmy suggested I join the GPA 2009. Namely, a national writing competition. To tell you the truth, I'd love to join one. I'd like to know where I stand on a national level. At the same time, I don't want to know where I stand on a national level. My auntie then pointed out that that's the whole point of joining a competition; to compete for the winning title. What's more, look at what I boxed in red:
What the hell.
I'm going to join the GPA 2009, man. Click here if you want to be filthy rich too.
the end of term 1.
Friday, March 13, 2009, 10:08:00 PM
HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MELISSA!
In Sec 1, we made a vow that did not need to be mentioned at all. And that mutual vow was to live up to the title of, "BestFriendsForever". We're now in Sec 3 and we may not seem like BFFs at all but I still love you and appreciate what you do for me. I didn't manage to thank you for what you did for me on Wednesday. Although my mind will think of a song to sing out or an extract from a story to recite what I feel but I'm not good at converting a thought to an action. In a nutshell, what I really want to say is: I love you, Mel; you rock.
Cheering Competition did not rock. I preferred the Cheering Competition 2008. When a class walked into the hall, they could actually feel the energy everybody emitted. We tried doing that again in 2009 and we were told to contain it. I don't think I need to say more, I'm sure everybody felt that difference too.
Anyway, 3/5 did everything but the class T in Week 9 and 10. But we won. When Vanessa and Hidayat announced that 3/5 won Top in Sec 3, nobody in 3/5 stood and cheered. Only Amani did. It's not that we didn't want to stand and cheer but we were totally stunned. We exchanged a, "We won?", and a, "Why not 3/6?".
I still think 3/6 should have won but well done,3/5.
My rocking class.
With my rocking Chairman. (Where's my rocking Vice-Chairwoman?)
And the rocking people sitting next to me, in front of me and behind me.
"We ♥ F&N!"
I still think you're fat.
EDIT ON 14TH MARCH AT 7.15AM
After getting feedback from people who aren't from 3/5, I guess we really were that great.
i'm thinking of you.
Saturday, March 7, 2009, 4:26:00 PM
"When I'm with him, I'm thinking of you."
Do you know that?
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I had lunch at DTE's BK and we spotted A and B. Note that both A and B are people we do not know at all and I don't want to be that bad to give them a name. A and B walked into BK with not a T, but a bikini top. They walked in once. And walked out. They walked in again. And walked out. I looked at them and thought: "Is this a runway or what?". They walked in again, each carrying a tray of food from McDonald's and A exclaimed,
"People look at me like I'm a fucking specimen! Fuck!"
I am not lying. I did not change a word she said. A really said that. But like duh, people look at you like you're a "fucking specimen"; you treat a fast food outlet like a runway to parade on in a bikini top! She's a mat saleh but not a blonde. Suddenly, what Pamela Anderson said is true:
"It's great being blonde; with such low expectations, it's easy to impress."
SiCKO.
Friday, March 6, 2009, 9:23:00 PM
Directed by Michael Moore.
We watched SiCKO during SS today and all I have to say is that it made me stop and think. What do I know about healthcare in the world? And more importantly, duty is put into question. When I read through WLIIA?, I would note down the word, "duty", on a page or two. "Duty" can mean a different thing when put differently. Duty in WLIIA? is a question of the staff member's ability to think as a man or as a member of the staff. Duty in SiCKO is the question of what the staff member is working for; the money or to help one in need.
"It's not denying care; it's denying payment."
That statement hit home. I'm sure when I watched SiCKO, I wasn't the only one appalled by the American's way of managing healthcare. How can they be that inhumane to deny someone healthcare when they clearly need it? They denied them all in the name of money.
We haven't finished watching SiCKO yet but in the meantime I have this to say:
Ironically, I find I love SS and watch SiCKO; rent it at Video Ezy or something.
