The Transformers of UIA

Hello folks! I shall be in a short hiatus due to the imminent final exams. By that, this will be the last post for this month. It's supposed to be in the MEDCY Magazine but I don't know whether this will get published or not, LOL. So, this is it.

ENJOY! :D

The Transformers of UIA

We are the students of UIA. And by that,

We must abide by the rules set by our university and dressed according to the dress code. Baju kurungs, jubahs, Punjabi suits, toe-covered shoes, hijabs/tudungs that covered the chest, thick socks, STRICTLY loose clothes only! And don’t forget the matric cards.
(In fear of being fined by the Makcik Guard and the Mahallah Office people)

We must not show any form of intimate interactions with the brothers/sisters. We must not even sit in the same table with them even in the library and the cafes. We must not sit together with them in class. We must follow the rules and regulations of UIA. There are even signs stated ‘Males and Females please sit separately’ being hung everywhere. And thus we must abide by that.
(To avoid being bombarded with deathly stares from everyone. Can they please mind their own businesses?)

We must not have intimate relationships with them because we are good Muslims. Coupling is HARAM in Islam. There’s even the ‘No coupling’ campaign here in UIA.
(To avoid being bad-mouthed by other conservative people. They are SO outdated and old-fashioned)

We must wear socks and T-shirt that covered the bums whenever we wanted to go down to the café. Oh, we must!
(Again, same reason as above)

We must lower down our gazes whenever we meet other students of the opposite gender.
(Is it wrong to just take a look at someone we have a crush on?)

We must perform the 5 daily prayers everyday, without failing to do so. And we must not delay the prayers.
(As our roommates are extremely pious people and we had to perform congregational prayer with them FIVE times a day)

For the brothers, it is compulsory for the brothers to perform the Solat Jumaat every Friday. They are obliged to do so.
(The fellows will do spot checks every Friday afternoon)

We must not use the staircase in front of Mahallah Abu Bakar except during overnight outing and pasar malam outing.
(Like, what’s the difference?)

Outing Rules.

We must dress appropriately, covering our Aurah as we wouldn’t want the Pakcik Guard (especially the one with moustache)a.k.a Uncle Misai to criticize and make irrelevant remarks on our clothes and thus asked any one of us to go back to our room and get changed.

Black jubah is a necessity! It is loose, in dark colour, and it could prevent people of the opposite gender from looking at us with a lustful intentions.

The tudung/hijab MUST cover the chest. We are good Muslimahs. We must follow the Islamic teachings. Oh wait; we must follow the UIA rules.

Outside the UIA Boundary

In the mall, we will go to the washroom and let the evolutionary process begins.
The steps in the evolutionary/ transforming process are:

1. The black Jubah that serves as a shield that protects the UIA people from being fined by Pak Cik Guard is now taken off, revealing a short, tight, body-hugging small sized blouse (Though people might have the impression that we wear our 7-year old sisters’ clothes) Oh yeah, tight jeans is a necessity so that we can fling our booties.

2. The long, bothersome tudungs that covered the chest is now taken off. Replaced with a really short, almost transparent selendang. (People who knows nothing about fashion might mistook it as an extra large sized HANDKERCHIEF that we’re wearing there).The selendang should not necessarily cover the chest. We will just have to twist it around here and there around the neck (Conservative unfashionable people might have the impression that we’re trying to commit suicide).

3. A wide range of Make-up collections are taken out from the bag. Pink mauve Dior lipstick is applied on our lips, the lashes heavily mascara-ed, a tint of blusher on each side of the cheeks, Lancôme foundation covered the flaws on our skin.

Presto! One phase of transformation is now complete.

4. We’ll smile in satisfaction and start camwhoring in front of the toilet mirrors, celebrating our success. Lo and behold, we are now TRANSFORMED!

Now, get out from the bathroom.

It is already 2 p.m. Zuhur prayer, anyone?

Oh, no thanks. We’ll do other stuffs first. Only THEN, will we search for the musolla for Zuhur prayer. Where’s the musolla anyway? Oohh, there’s a huge discount on that GUCCI handbag. Let’s go and see THAT first!

We are UIA students who come along and get together.*cue CFS song*

Not necessarily. Some of us give knowing smiles and we resented, knowing that they are off to meet their significant others there. Far ahead, we see an extremely good looking guy waiting for one of us. She struts towards him and together they hold their hands. Oh, how romantic.

We spotted some UIA guys drooling over the Caucasian lady who wore nothing but a piece of scanty dress with a low plunging neckline. Tsk. Tsk. They should lower down their gazes.

And off we went to have some fun. There are some drop dead gorgeous guys who offer us to have meal together with them in the same table. This is too good to be true. We chatted with the guys and they asked for our phone numbers. Sometimes, they smile at us and we smile back giddily and ahem… with a slight tinge embarrassment. We do not lower down our gaze, though. Sorry we disappointed you, UIA. Oh well, whatever.

Time really passes when we’re having a good time. It’s almost 6 p.m.

We made our way to the washroom again, not surprised to see other UIA girls TRANSFORMING once again into the hideous black jubahs. Faces cleaned, rouge stain of lipstick wiped off, we now look like innocent, good UIA students.

Back to UIA. We tried to hide our irritated faces when the extremely pious roommates asked us to join them for the congregational prayer. The guys from the Mall sent us messages, saying that they wanted to meet us again next week, this time in The Pavilion. Could this be…a DATE? We smiled dreamily and dozed off, dreaming of sunshine and butterflies. And our princes. What a long yet wonderful day.

We have to attend the morning classes the next day. We wear our baju kurung, the tudung that cover our chest, socks that cover our feet, and a gaze that is lowered down.

As we put on our matric cards, we are automatically the students of UIA. We must abide by the rules and regulations set by UIA.

When WE ARE IN UIA.

This is the real scenario of UIA students. Siapa makan cili dia yang terasa pedasnya. :PP

Anyway, just relax and take this as a dry humour. Don't take everything TOO seriously.
To the outsiders: Being UIA students doesn't mean that we possess extremely good and pious attitudes. Be it UIA students, UM students, UiTM and any other students from other universities, we are all normal human beings who tend to make mistakes.
 Hatta pelajar UIA pun takkan lari dari membuat kesilapan. And this post only showcased the scenario of some UIA students. Isolated cases. But I can guarantee that most of us are good Muslims. :D
P/S. My personality/behaviour is not that good pun. ^__^

Uncle Misai and Sarah Sarcastic

Malas nak cerita panjang2. Tapi rasanya akan jadi panjang gak.

Waktu tu RAFEST. Nak pergi keluar Uncle Misai tak bagi. Dia kata seluar aku ketat sangat, walaupun tu pants biasa, dia cakap seluar aku tu spesis Seluar Jeans jugak. So aku pun naik atas tukar seluar, baru dia bagi pergi.
Esoknya, pergi outing lagi. Nak boycott RAFEST! Muahahahaha. Aku dengan Soul pergi keluar lagi. Hari sebelumnya pergi Mid. Hari ni nak pergi Jaya One pulak.

Alamak, Uncle Misai yang semalam tu lagi! Uncle Misai ni rajin betul la. Aku tersengih-sengih. Aku dengan Soul tunjukkan matric cards kita orang dari jauh. Tapi Uncle Misai yang hot lagi macho panggil kita orang sebab nak tengok kad matrik sebab dari jauh tu tak nampak jelas sangat muka kita orang. Uncle Misai nak tengok dengan lebih jelas lagi muka kita orang yang ayu lagi vogue ni. Dengan tudung yang senget and all. :P

Lepas tu, Uncle Misai yang caring tanya dengan nada suara yang romantis (lah sangat)

' Nak pergi mana ni?'

Aku pun jawab dengan senyuman yang bakal mencairkan ais yang memang dah cair ibarat ais dalam sekotak Ice Lemon Tea (yang memang takde ais).

' Jaya One,'

Uncle Misai tanya lagi ' Oh, kenapa tak pergi Jaya Two?'

Aku dengan Soul terkedu dengan soalan yang dikemukakan Uncle Misai. Uncle Misai nampak sangat berkarisma dengan sunglassesnya dan misai ala-ala Datuk K itu.

' Oh, ada ke Jaya Two?'

'Ada, belakang Jaya One!'

'Jaya Two tu macam mana?'

Uncle Misai buat muka tak boleh blah lagi macho.

' Macam Jaya One,'

Kami pun tersengih-sengih.

'Oh, ye ke? terima kasih!' lalu kami pun bergerak meninggalkan UIA terchenta.

Di Wendy's, kami asyik membicarakan tentang Uncle Misai yang orang ingatkan garang, rupanya baik

-______-.

Kami tak pergi pun Jaya Two sebab dah kenyang sangat. Kami bercadang lain kali baru kami akan pergi Dan apabila kami ceritakan kepada rakan-rakan tentang kebaikan Uncle Misai, reaksi yang kami dapat adalah

'Sengal la Uncle Misai tu!'

' asdfgjhkjlk;k;!"

' B******* betul!'

Kami hairan. Mengapakah ini semua boleh terjadi?

Rupa-rupanya, kami telah terpedaya dengan tipu daya Uncle MISAI!

MANA ADA JAYA TWO DAAAAA....

Uncle Misai yang caring lagi sarcastic. Apa kes dating2 ni? >__<

Eh cop, Uncle Misai ke tu? O___o

Picture credits : Fazliyana  (bukan nama sebenar)

The Jemster and The Sarcastic's Day Out

This is a diary entry. You don't have to read this. :D

Jem and I went to Jaya One.
The 'Uncle Misai' is not on duty today. Thank God! I was thinking of being sarcastic towards him after that 'unfortunate event'. Payback time. Ok, next time.

OMG! Both of us didn't set eyes on each other since MARCH TWO THOUSAND EIGHT! Yes, waktu dapat result SPM! Imagine that!
And yet, when I found her waiting for me in front of the gate, I shrieked 'Jem!' in delight and put my hand over her shoulder and walked to Jaya One.

We went to Wendy's for lunch and both of us (okay, maybe it's just me) had been talking non-stop since 1.30 pm till Mich sent me back to my hostel.
I had a very heavy lunch there. One spicy chicken sensation burger, one medium sized lemon tea, one medium sized fries and a plastic carton of OREO ICE CREAM!
I thought that I can't finish the Ice Cream because I was so FULL. But I managed to finish it anyway. All of the food. Soul said that ' Sarah can/will eat everything'. Teehee.

Then we went sightseeing around Jaya One talking and talking. Went to Guardian's.

Then, both of us went to Cold Storage. We kept on talking and talking again. I feel surprised and delighted at the same time. Jem and I were good buddies during school but we weren't that close and we had never even hang out together. I thought that I'm gonna go all speechless throughout the date but I found out that I can talk non-stop for like, almost 3 hours! AWESOME!

We went to the Optometry Shop. Jem wanna buy a really cool glasses with really cool frames. Found one but she said that she'd have to wait for her parents. :P
Then, we walked around Cold Storage and she told about her life in Gombak and all. I was so freaking jealous that a friend of hers, Asyraff a.k.a an Economics Student is in the UIA Debate team and till now, he had travelled all around the world (okay, almost) namely, Holland, Bangladesh, bla bla just because he is in the debate team! I WANT I WANT! *SCREAM* Oh yeah, apparently, UIA Kuantan doesn't have its own Debate Team/Club. Kalau ada pun tak active macam kat Gombak. HOW PATHETIC AND LAME!!!

Went to the CD shop. Tak tau pun sebelum ni ada CD shop kat JAYA ONE! Okay, that is just an ordinary VCD/CD /DVD shop. Not really much stuffs. Lots of pirated DVDs labelled in files and arranged in alphabetical orders.
Original DVDs and Blu-Ray DVDs pun ada. Samantha Who? Veronica Mars, Ugly Betty, etc. Jem said she's gonna transfer/give me the 'Veronica Mars' series.
Went upstairs to this particular bookshop. BLOODY! The shop was closed! PFTTTT!!! And they put a list of books with discounts in front of the shop.
SHOPAHOLIC series. Each book originally costs about RM 30 + but the price has been reduced to
RM 18.90! BEST KANNNNN.... They even sell Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code  for
'RM 22.90! WHOAAAAA!!!! I'm SO GONNA HIT that bookshop again next week! I'm gonna borong all the books that I want! MUAHAHAHAHA. And thus I kena save duit. :P

Jem gave me a REALLY KAWAII ORANG UTAN KEYCHAIN from her trip to Sabah. I hung the keychain at the board in front of me now. The Orang Utan's smiling at me! CUTEE!! Hahahahaha

Both of us gave our names and signatures for the 'SAVE OUR FORESTS' campaigns/ petitions. You can see my name there. 'Sarah Kushairi'. :D
Jem was annoyed when one girl called her 'Kakak' and I kept on laughing uncontrollably.
The same goes with me. That Guardian PAKCIK called me KAKAK when I wanted to pay for my stuffs at the counter. Haha. Tak kisah pun. ;P

Then, both of us sat on one of the chairs with coffee table outside Coffee Bean when one Chinese Guy approached us, talking with a Chinese accented Malay, saying he's from Spastic Children Foundation, something like that. He called both of us Kakak. Jem looked annoyed again. I just grinned. He let us see the document with his name and I.C numbers on it and Jem pointed to the I.C number, 90-somethingsomething.

' Eh, we're of the same age!' I pointed out.
And off he started talking in English.
' Oh really? I've just finished my Form 6. Now waiting for the application for Monash University,'.
And blah-blah-blah. Both of us bought the door hangers that read:

MAJOR NAP IN PROGRESS

DO NOT DISTURB

One for RM10. He said that the RM 10 can support one Spastic Child for a week. YAAY US! WE ARE DELIGHTED TO HELP!

Then, we walked around Jaya One. One lady gave us a cute sample of handmade soap. Then, Michelle came to pick us up. Both of them wanted to head to Mid Valley Megamall and asked me whether I wanted to come but oh nooo.. I gotta study. Jem takpela, she's gonna go back to SP tomorrow. HUHUHU.
By the way, THANKS FOR THE RIDE, MICH!

Ok, that's all. I WANNA MEET MARIAM, FARAHIN, MALIZAH, FARAZUNA, SURAYA AND AININ and the REST of CONVENT PEOPLE AGAIN!

Jem and I made a plan that we're gonna go visit Convent during her long breaks in April. OK, CAN'T WAIT FOR IT! :D

The Make-ups 'Rendezvous'

 Make-ups. Make-up and girls. Quite similar to guys and errr...cars?

I'm a girl. Sure, I wear make-ups on certain occasions. I was FORCED to wear them. Let's see.

1. When I was ELEVEN. My first time ever of wearing make-ups. I entered a Dancing Performance. I shan't elaborate further on this. Okay, don't ask.

2. When I was SEVENTEEN (?) I entered a Pesta Pantun (Pantun Competition) State Level. The teacher in charge forced me to wear make-ups.

3. And now....

NINETEEN. Approaching twenty this year. And I was forced to wear it again. Make-ups. Singular or plural? Okay, don't care.

My definition of make-ups is:

Eyeliner plus blusher plus eyeshadows. Not exactly a definition, I know.

This is how it started.

Hazie 'invited' (she dragged me, like seriously, LOL XD) me to her room because she wanted to see everyone's dresses for the AGD. So-called prom. *shudder*. Islamic way *yeah, of course*.
I was the first 'victim'. And off she applied all sorts of 'face crayons and paints' onto my face.

Then, she applied the mascara. Okay, the one with the volumizing stuff. White base coat apakebendaentah.

And she put that thingy where people used to curl their eyelashes. Eyelashes curlers, I think.

Everyone kept on saying ' Wah, panjang giler!' ('So LONG!') and even 'Orang gila je yang ada bulu mata panjang macam ni,'( Normal people do not have this kind of lashes, they mean it in a good way, of course). I kept my mouth closed and trying to suppress the yawn. Clearly, I was sleepy. And a bit bored. Huhu. The way they stared at me made me feel as if I was an alien from Mars. An alienette (female alien) with long eyelashes. O__o

I'll just make this short. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I had a shock of my life.

Pretty? NOT THE LEAST.

In fact, I LOOKED HORRENDOUS!

Like, seriously!

It's not like, in the 'Transformation' columns in magazines or the 'Style by Jury' or even the 'Tangkap Muat' kind of surprise. Those are pleasant surprises. They feel that they looked better with make-ups.

Not for me, though. Though everyone in the room kept on complimenting on how I looked (The Power of Make-Ups, duh), I still feel uncomfortable and uneasy. I wasn't being myself. Sure, it's just make-ups. No big deal, you might say. But seriously, I don't feel good wearing make-ups. I don't even have the secret pleasure of saying 'I look good/pretty' upon looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I LOOKED OLD! MATURED! I don't like that!

I'm not saying that Hazie is not a good stylist/ makeup person. She is really good with make-ups. EXCELLENT! She did good jobs on herself and others. Maybe it's just me. I simply do not look good with make-ups. I mean, I don't feel good/ comfortable wearing make-ups. Maybe I feel good about myself without make ups all these while. Sorry, Hazie. But it's nice to do that once in a while.:) 'Girly moments', as my roommate Syidah called it.

Plus, they said that I looked like a Vietnamese lady (have they ever seen one before?). Ada ke patut?? At least cakapla I looked like Japanese ke hape (sungguh tak sedar diri, LOL).

Okayla, wanna see my face with make-ups on? Okay, scroll down.. Down down and down.... It's rare to see my pictures, let alone with MAKEUPS on!

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I'm dying for your compliments upon seeing this*batting eyelashes*




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Like seriously, do you want to?

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If you insist...



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*Drumrolls*




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Sarah Kushairi with makeups!







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UNVEILED!

                        (of course, I'm exaggerating XD )

   I still remember the time when I was 6 and Syafiq was 4. We (both of us + parents) went to a shopping mall in Singapore/ KL (can't recall) and there were two clowns with helium filled balloons. They gave one to me and I said 'Thank you' though I was deeply terrified.

They gave another balloon to Syafiq and as the clown put his face nearer to Syafiq as to hear him saying 'Thanks', Syafiq let out a loud cry and kept on crying. The clown tried to calm him down but to no avail, failed to do so. The cryings were getting worse. They finally 'released' Syafiq and Syafiq stopped crying immediately. A great actor, he was (is).

As a conclusion, I won't wear any blusher or extra base coat of mascara. Eyeliners too. They hurt my eyes.I don't have any idea on how to use the eyelashes curler. Mascara is acceptable. Minus the white base coat.
Neutral foundation. NOT WHITE. And I shan't shimmer any powder on my lips either (the idea is that the lipstick colour will last longer). And I'm happy with the Cherry flavoured vaseline, thank you very much.

Pheww.. 3.23 a.m in the morning now. Good night (morning), minna san!

P.S. I had a hard time scrubbing the mascara and eyeliner OFF my eyes. Nope, I do not OWN  nor POSSESS any eye make-up remover, thank you very much.

Disclaimer: All pictures are googled.

Physics oh Physics

'Aina and I just came back from Central Spine. We went to Bro. Wan Shahrum's room to ask him some questions about the tutorial.

I was a bit blurred and blanked when Sir asked me the question about the vector stuffs. And so, both of them got to explain to me what the question's all about. LOL. Physics is not my forte, let alone ELECTRICITY. I really miss SPRING, HOOKE'S LAW, SOUND and WAVES. Electricity? Magnetism? What the heck? I understand the concepts but the questions could be so confusing and tricky. For example. There are two subquestions in one question. Subquestion (a) and (b). In order to find the answer for subquestion (a) you have to solve subquestion (b) first. How am I supposed to know that? Okay, maybe it doesn't really sound complicated to those who are reading this. He could see that I was a bit upset and he said ' It's okay, it's okay,'. I tried to suppress a smile and said ' Yes, I'm learning,' and 'Aina nodded. But I managed to get back on the line later on and get a grasp on the following questions.

Those questions are really hard but in the end, I know how to solve the questions. I can see the steps clearly now in my mind. Alhamdulillah. So, got to write out those steps neatly onto the paper and make sure everything finished by this afternoon.
Then, I need to complete the 21 questions of Chemistry Tutorial. Study more. Ganbatte!

Sure, it hurts...

Sure, it hurts when somebody undermines you.
It really hurts when somebody hurts the feelings of people that you love.
It hurts when you are being underestimated.
It really hurts when they think you are not as good as them.
It hurts when that somebody is someone who is related to you.
It hurts when somebody looks down on you and the people that you love.

But it doesn't matter, because no matter what, Allah never 'looks down' on you.
Although He is the most superior, He never 'looks down' on His servants.
We too, should never look down on others, regardless of who they are.
For being vain and arrogant are the traits of Satan.

"What prevented you (O Iblîs) that you did not prostrate, when I commanded you?" Iblîs said: "I am better than him (Adam), You created me from fire, and him You created from clay."
"(O Iblîs) get down from this (Paradise), it is not for you to be arrogant here. Get out, for you are of those humiliated and disgraced." (Surah al A'raf Verse 12-13)

"O mankind! Eat that which is lawful and wholesome in the earth, and follow not the footsteps of the devil. Lo! he is an open enemy for you" (al-Baqara 168).


Everything is from Him and He has power over everything.

The lightning all but snatches away their sight; every time the light (Helps) them, they walk therein, and when the darkness grows on them, they stand still. And if Allah willed, He could take away their faculty of hearing and seeing; for Allah hath power over all things.
(Surah Al-Baqarah Verse 20)

For He believes in our capabilities, He believes in our strengths to overcome the obstacles He had planned.
and we should always believe in Allah.
Have firm faith in Him.

“To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return.” (Surah Al Baqarah  Verse 156)

Forgive and forget?

“Hold to forgiveness, command what is right, and turn away from the ignorant.” ( 7: 199)

By that I shall forgive you and everybody else. :)

"It is in forgiving that we are forgiven,"

-Yasmin Ahmad (Muallaf)

Chill-ing

It seems that I appear to be more sensitive these days. And I just figured out that I will be more contented with my life, I will feel good and better about it if I stopped worrying excessively about some unnecessary things. Yet, so far so good.

The final examination is imminent. Another 4 weeks to go (including this week) and I must pull myself together to bring up my grades and CGPA.

I'm really looking forward for the holidays. It's like, 5 more weeks to go and yet I am already making plans on how to spend the 4 long months of semester vacation 'wisely'. Oh, what wonderful, attainable plans. I hope that I will execute all of them without delay, insya-Allah.

Okay, that's all.

FIFA World Cup 2010!

I SOOO CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS!

Yes, the logo (?) said it all. FIFA World Cup 2010 bebeh!

The anticipation,

the competing countries,

the beautiful game,

the ball itself,

 GOAL!

The cheers,

the happiness,

the tears, laughter

after waiting all these years,

World Cup is finally here!

The Germany team,

Michael Ballack,

Miroslav Klose,

Lukas Podolski,

Bastian Schweinsteiger,

Philip Lahm,

Jens Lehmann,

okay, can't remember the other five.

The HOT guys,

all combined in an exotic country,

macam advertisement pulak.

Sarah is PATHETIC coz she actually had no idea on the current Germany Football Team news that she had to google for the list of players.

And oh boy, wasn't she surprised

JENS LEHMANN NO LONGER IN TEAM!

MIROSLAV KLOSE WAS WITHDRAWN FROM THE TEAM!

Can you imagine GERMANY WITHOUT MIRO? It's like, Arashi without any of its members! Or Mathematics without calculations and Physics without the long list of formulae!

DAVID ODONKOR PUN TAK ADA!

Hmmphhh...

Never mind, I'll continue supporting Germany! Go GERMANY!

It'll be the last game for Ballack, I guess.

Time really flies.

And to add salt to the wound (cewwah), my father changed the sports package subscription for the movie package (HBO, Star Movie, Cinemax). Go figure.

Agak menyedihkan.

More pictures, less words

I've just made this blog public again. And the number of visitors I get each day is quite pathetic. HAHAHA. My former readers have all ran away! (as if I have that many readers).
As I read back my previous entries, I was like... 'Borrringgg (yawning)' and ' BLAND, Takde perisa, takde gambar'
EXACTLY! A good blog needs to have pictures! Pictures make a blog interesting! People are generally LAZY. Malaysians are generally LAZY TO READ.
No point of writing long blog posts then. T__T

And I tend to write about my everyday life. I'm not a 'somebody' whom someone wishes to know about. I shall diversify the contents of my blog. Movie reviews, places, events, info. Okay, I shall do that. And strictly NO EXCESSIVE EMO MOMENTS.

My beloved Olympus is now in a 'LOONY' state. Orang Kedah kata 'GELONG'. I need to send it for repair. I don't have a good camera now. My camera phone is pathetic. You can't even squeeze three people in it. And the pictures taken are grainy. >_<

It's such a hassle to bring a camera everywhere. So I want something practical. A SONY ERICSSON (Yes, I'm a HUGE FAN of SONY ERICSSON phones, apart from NTT DoCoMo, teehee) with MP3 player (Duh, Sony Ericsson W series) with a good camera that can squeeze at least 5 people together.

I would want one as a 'Going to university' present. Pretty please, emak? :D

Oh yeah, my laptop is currently in a state of 'dijangkiti bakteria dan virus dengan banyaknya' so the virus dah makan some of the applications in this laptop. -____-
I couldn't even open the Olympus Master Software. So I couldn't upload the photos. Need to send HIM to the 'hospital' ASAP.

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Finally I can blog! The internet connection is quite slow huh. See see, a small bubble popped out ' The wireless connection has no connectivity' well, something like that. Okay, connected to 'IIUM Community' again. Good.

What can I say, a brand new year has started. So far, I'm quite happy with my mid semester exam grades. A minus for both Physics and Chemistry. Alhamdulillah. Maybe it's considered average/ not really good for those who are reading this. But, it's already considered a satisfaction for me as an average scorer who does not really have the flair and skills in Science subjects T__T.

My cgpa dropped drastically due to the previous semester's results. I tried my best but then maybe it's not my rezeki. It took a long time to fully bring myself on after all those heartbreaking-worrying-about-the-future moments. Ah well, failures are parts and parcels of life. Real success is not measured by your cgpa but how to have the will to hold on and stand up again, walk with your head held high as in with pride and dignity never breathe a word about your loss and pretends that nothing happened. I learned that.

I learned to accept whatever that's coming for me. I learned how to cope with failure and dissapointment. I even timed myself on how fast can I recover from heart-breaking moments.Please note that the heart breaking moments are related to my academics and NOT AT ALL related to members of the opposite gender if you know what I mean. Okay, two days. Need to improve on that. I learned on how to love myself more and accept myself the way I am. I learned not to worry about what people thought of me and instead, think positive about myself.

Apart from that, I am blessed as my PARENTS are here for me. My SIBLINGS, my FRIENDS and of course ALLAH, who has never ever escaped from my thoughts. I am blessed, I am grateful with all the bounties bestowed on me. And so I must work hard as not to dissapoint them. I'll try. Maybe I'll make the same mistake over and over again but I'll keep on trying. That's life. And I learn to accept the qada' and aqdar. If it's not meant for me, be it. Then it's really not meant for me.

And Gokusen is indeed, an inspiring drama. It kinds of inspire me to become a teacher. Minus all those yakuza fighting skills of course. But it is easier said than done. Haha.
As soon as you graduated, you will realize that there is more in life than just getting good grades, high cgpas and so on.

That's all.