I bid thee farewell, Pulau Pinang.

who would've thought that my time on the pearl island was not as long as it should've been. although i have been hoping & praying & make a nazar "if i got that offer.." about that application to ipg.

and what do you know? 14th June turned out to be one of the happiest and saddest day of my life.

happy; because i am heading towards my dream and have been given the opportunity to do so. i will put out my best effort yet to achieve what has been over-a-year goal now. insyaAllah, with His blessings, i will be a teacher someday:) ~to teach a language i've become very much attached to.

sad; because six weeks (five weeks and four days, to be exact) are apparently enough time for one to become attached to a bond that wasn't there six weeks ago and to make matters worse, i had to leave just when all the polite smiles and shy gestures were about to wear off. and i was also leaving behind a few bonds of six years (five and a half) old. so naturally, it's a sad event to leave. thank God for classes on Friday. or else, i would've cried.

guys (girls included), this is my memorabilia. (although, i'm not very sure what does memorabilia means. i'll check it later:P)

life now is super-bz.

haven't updated this for so long... angah texted me "update ler blog kamu tu. ceritakan pengalaman di pulau pinang."
(sigh) know-lah. that brother of mine. when he updated his, he wants me to update as well. more than ever now that i'm residing somewhere none of my bros @ sis ever reside in before.

pulau pinang is cool. that's my impression after 3 weeks (and counting). a lot of cinema nearby; and that is important since back hometown the nearest would be an hour-drive away. hahaha. (astaghfirullah...niat tu. tengok niat tu balik...hahahaha:D)

had a plan to go to the real pulau (i mean, not that my college is not in pulau pinang, it's that it's not really a pulau. back in the days it was province wellesly @ more glamorously now as seberang perai) but had to cancel when ayah called and said "jangan gi tido rumoh orang. kenal orang berape hari?" good point. can't fight that. (and i am an obedient daughter, don't get me wrong.) to go to the said pulau, one's going to need a couple of days, at least. to take a bus to butterworth, take a ferry to the pulau, tawaf the pulau (maybe catch a movie at queensbay), take a ferry back to butterworth and then take a bus to kepala batas, there's just not enough time to do that before 7pm. so pulau, maybe later with angah...thi thi thi...;p

ahh...i have pictures. i swear! but the comp @ the phone somehow doesn't work (or maybe they don't want to work together). anyhow... the pictures have to wait, ok? got to go. i have like tonnes of work sometimes i don't know where to start. so, adios.

p/s: angah, just kidding k. know u're bz with work, gal and stuff. come down here when u r real free:)

fallin'...i'll keep movin' though.

this sucks.
i can't. i can't. i can't.
i keep reminding myself.
i can't.
let us let the recent past be our last memory.
@ at least until i can get a grip.
(why i can't though still is a mystery)
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he will say; "Your sisterhood bond is too strong!"

being a simple human

simple, yes. but perhaps a little bit realization that even a simple human, scratch that, a simple unicellular organism cannot exist without The Almighty wouldn't hurt.

who to blame? nobody. it's all my doing so am taking full responsibility.

i'm a simple human being. rights and wrongs are both my doings. if you ever caught me straying from the right path (Allah forbid), please correct me please do. i'm stubborn, most of the time but i'll take time later to hear and analyze your correction. i do.

i should go. it's Zuhur.

one of my heroes

he doesn't care what anyone else is saying. it's his prerogative.
he proves it on the pitch.
he went all out and grabbed what could've been his, should've been his.
he helped them get to the quarter finals with a hat-trick. not a stunning one perhaps, but a hat-trick nonetheless.
he was there, when all hopes seem faint, they're doomed to end the season without a gleaming spirit-lifter and he delivered just in the nick of time.
he lend a helping pass just when his team mate needed one; just the right amount of shock to lift their hopes and dreams.
he managed to push himself for that extra effort...even if it's just a consolation shot. a shot nonetheless, against a great player of a great club.
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what will he do next?
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he's nicklas.
one of my heroes these days.

ends and week~

~You are invited to have a taste of 'mee ramen' this coming Saturday, 27th March 2010 at 3.00pm. See you there!~

When you received an invitation like that, it's only plain that you should yes.

And the thought of going into that mysterious Japanese restaurant (thank you Isshin-ya), it's an unbearable feeling. Although Kak Lang first remark was;

"Tak nak la makan kat sini. Jom pegi pizza."

Great. No way. No matter how unfamiliar the restaurant might be, let's have taste shall we? If we don't, then we'll never know.



See, we are a family that doesn't tolerate unfamiliar food much. We'd like to stay with the food we know although study shows willingness to eat bizarre food is connected to one's intelligence. Oh well, we all ate in the best manner that we could put forward.

I could eat the Japanese food at first. Wasn't so bad, so I thought. Kak Chik couldn't say that as well because for some reason 'mee ramen' doesn't taste right to her taste buds. I ate Tempura Bentou which was rice, Misou soup, prawn, potato, toufu and shreds of 'timun'. (Hahaha...what is 'timun' in English??)

Anyway, the bentou wasn't so bad. But after the meal, the burping was horrible. And it makes me feel a bit sick. The sushi was marvelous though. Sorry, but maybe next time I should stick to the sushi. We all should.




footnote: only a miracle can pull you through now, my dearests. don't wanna wish for anything bad for the other team, but mathematically that's how it has to be if we are to still be in the race. barca is just another team. don't think and don't worry. play with your hearts. go gunners!

if i just...don't care?

2 twisters. 1 milo. 1 pepsi. By a window. The not-so-busy yellow town.

"Mu cakap direct je. I'm not interested. Sekian."
"Mu cakap senang. Aku tak mboh dia berase."
"Mu wat senyap lagi dok baik."

Staircase. A schoolmate.

"Sena! Napok doh takdi, rasa macam Sena..."
"Hehe. Dok tau awak tengah keje."
"Ada affair ke?"
"Kitorang adik-beradik."


So what if... I leave things the way they are? It's not rocket science, I'm not interested. But my sis said, don't hurt people because you can always expect that to happen to you if you did it. It's karma.


The 'kaki lima'.

"Kalo dia napok kang..?"
"Harap-harap dia dok napok."


But then again, I know myself. I can be one hell of a hater for one day, and a lover the next. The heart wants what the heart wants. Haha. Forget it. It's not happening.
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Just wish I can say that to him.
Besides, he said your record is not squeaky clean. Something for me to think. Hey, I'm not a saint and I'm not looking for a saint. Just a guy who at least doesn't go around toying his company's feelings. Do not want to be that company. So, if I suddenly have the guts to turn you down, you can always blame him...lalala...
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Let's face it. The journey will be long and hard. Why tie something up when you can always let loose. And enjoy life.
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p/s; I'm always up for commitment, just not now. Perhaps. Or you're just not the guy.