Monday, December 31, 2007

warm ears and rollicking tummies

Monday, December 31, 2007

I've been very jumpy and nervous all week long, well last week since its monday. even today. i had to present my project and i wasn't really prepared, i knew what i wanted to say but i didn't get a chance to rehearse all of it in my head or arrange all the points into a nice flowing explanation. ah anyway. the lecturers said my design was good, and they seemed to really like it, so thats a relief.this is my project. for more pictures go to my facebook stomach gets all giddy when i'm nervous. i also seem to smile a really wide cheesy beam when i'm nervous presenting stuff.

i watched atonement on friday even though i was supposed to be working on my project>_>. but in lieu of the events of the day i felt i deserved a break and it was so worth it, the movie was really really good! i don't like keira knightly but saoirse ronan and james mcavoy were brilliant. ilham was going on and on about her james, but i was really impressed by saoirse, she's really good for someone so young and very pretty in a light, watery blue eyed way. even though the movie was slow it added to the whole feel, kinda artsy and emotional. one of the parts which impressed me most was the scene at the beach, it was like a whole 4.5 minutes of winding through the beach in a single shot, no cuts. that was some feat. according to it took under 5 takes, so its even more impressive they were able to synchronise everything. if you've watched it then you know how difficult that must've been.

on saturday after watching the movie we had another adventure, this time involving aziza's padlock v3.0. see, aziza had a padlock, the supposedly super security ones. but then for some reason it refused to open so she couldn't lock her wardrobe. so she bought a new one, and happily padlocked her wardrobe shut. then she realised she lost the keys. so she had to call the technician to cut it open. the next day she buys a new padlock and locks the wardrobe and goes to class. upon returning, though, she tries to open the padlock but something inside it cracks so she can't get it open. so i ask my dad if he can borrow a metal clipper thingy and bring it when hes picking me up. he says he can, but that it is huge and that he'd have to go up into the girls' hostel to clip it. i say never mind, just bring it we can at least try. and when he brings it, its huge!i mean, its gotta be 1 meter long and is heavy. but the three of us (me, mom and zah) manage to clip that darn padlock open. Yaaay!!

i'm so shy its embarrassing. geez. my ears get all warm and my body feels warm one second, and cold the next...

maymuna aka nuna aka munmun is super cute!!!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

in, out and in again

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

what is it
that pulls us back in
even when we try to escape?
it is not by our free will;
it is them, again, as always
pushing and pressuring
with no escape route
or is it you
who's too cold to care?

Saturday, December 15, 2007


Saturday, December 15, 2007

Malian Muslim footballer Frederic Kanoute, the striker of Spain's Seville FC, has saved the only mosque in the southern Spanish city of Seville from closure.

Kanoute has paid 510,860 euros (some $700,000) so that fellow Muslims in Seville would not find themselves without a mosque, reported Agence France-Presse (AFP) Thursday, December 13.

The privately owned mosque was due to be sold after a contract to use the premises by the local Muslim population had expired. But Kanoute stepped in to purchase the building. The 30-year-old striker has not made any comment on the matter.

But city authorities have confirmed that the property has been registered in Kanoute's name, according to the BBC Sport. It is estimated that Kanoute has spent almost a year's salary to buy the mosque.

Kanoute, , one of the finalists for the 2007 BBC African Footballer of the Year award, moved in 2005 from French champions Lyon to Seville FC, the 2006-07 Spanish league's third and the holder of last season's cup championship.


Spanish Muslims said they really appreciate Kanoute's moving gesture. "If it had not been for Kanoute then we would not have had a mosque on Fridays, which is the most holy day of the week for Muslims," a spokesman for the Islamic Community of Spain was quoted as saying by BBC Sport.

Kanoute, who has also created a foundation in his motherland Mali to help orphans, reverted to Islam 10 years ago. Last Ramadan, he impressed Spanish football fans by his unique performance though he was fasting.

Kanoute was crowned last year the league's top scorer with 20 goals, outperforming football legends such as Brazilian Ronaldinho.

Kanoute, a practicing Muslim who regularly performs his prayers even in the locker room, refused last season to wear a jersey advertising for an internet gambling site, because gambling is forbidden in Islam.

His team had to give him a brand-free jersey until he accepted wearing the sponsored jersey in return for money to an Islamic charity.

Friday, December 7, 2007

A thousand sunsets couldn't save me now

Friday, December 7, 2007

its back
that lonely
theres a gaping yearning
for something you don't know
what belongs there
what is missing?
why am i not happy
how can i fix myself?
how do i accept what i am
and be comfortable
in my own skin?
how do i make this go away
why do i do this to myself
and again
shut it all out
who cares what they are doing
and ignoring

quel est donc
Ce lien entre nous
Cette chose indéfinissable ?
Où vont ces destins qui se nouent
Pour nous rendre inséparables ?

On avance
Au fil du temps
Au gré du vent... ainsi...

On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire...

Quel est donc
Ce qui nous sépare
Qui par hasard nous réunit ?
Pourquoi tant d’allers, de départs
Dans cette ronde infinie ?

On avance
Au fil du temps
Au gré du vent... ainsi...

On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire...

On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire...
La même histoire...

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Paris, je t'aime

Sunday, December 2, 2007

this movie is one of the best i have ever seen. it just brings back so many happy happy memories and warm fuzzy feelings that only paris can ignite.

i will have to go back there one day...thanks ilham for lending me the movie!!!

Friday, November 30, 2007


Friday, November 30, 2007

its the day after the second day of being paid to stand around. its 11.42 pm, but earlier (and now i think) the weather is lovely. Lovely? At night?
yup, it was! if only malaysian weather was like this all the time, cool and super windy. my neighbors wind chimes have not stopped chiming since i got home, its really a lovely sound. on the other hand, the wind is whistling through the windows, freaky but cool at the same time. cool because you know it must be really howling out there.

ok. so we volunteered to ... volunteer with some halal conference, even though we had no idea what we were supposed to do until like the day before. turns out all we had to do ws usher people about 20 meters from the registration counter to the conference hall, then herd them to the lunch/coffee break areas. and the best bit is it was rm50/day, with two days making it 100 ringgit for basically standing around. but that doesnt mean it wasn't tiring - especially since i was in heels and standing for hours in heels is a recipe for chronic foot disaster. they feel like they are going to fall off. for the first day we had to be there at 7-ish - that meant waking up at 5.30am. the second day started later at 2.45, but still - getting there was an adventure in itself.
at the end of the first day my dad said he'd still have to be there early tomorrow, and my brother said he wanted t go early as well. ok. so who was gonna send us? how would we et there? (my dad picked us up from uia on the first day at 6.30am)

anyways, i arranged with my friends to meet at the lrt at 1pm so we'd have ample time in case anything came up. then on the day i wake up at 10 and i see my brother is still at home, so i say "i thought you were going in the morning?" but he didn't say anything. ok...
so bla bla bla i was watching tv then at 11 my brother comes up and says get ready coz he's going. and i ask, when? he says - now.
b-b-but i was going to meet my freinds at 1...!
i'm going now
so i go to my room and debate whether i should just go with my friends at 1 or call them and tell them to get ready pronto coz my bro didn't go in the morning.

11.20 - i decided whatever the case i should take a shower first. afterwards i decided i would go with my friends - what would i do alone in pwtc for 3 hours anyway?
so i continue my tv watching. meanwhile my brother didn't seem like he was going to shower anytime soon.

12 - my bro finally takes his towels in preparation for the shower, so i decide i might as well tell my friends that my brother could get us if we were in uia at 12.30. but that was kinda tight, so zah and hiba said they would go by lrt.

12.20 - my brother still hadn't showered - so i told hiba she could come at 12.45 with zah. 5 minutes later my brother hands me his shirt (can you iron it for me?) and says, i think i'll just pray in uia.


so then i relay this message to everyone to their exasperation
sorry guys!!!
and sorry zah that i stressed you out and you couldn't make it!!!

Monday, November 26, 2007


Monday, November 26, 2007

in my...... okay where i live, there's these bunch of kids who are blonde. which is weird because we live in the malay-est kampung in the world. its funny to see some blonde kids running around, chatting to the old folks, helping their mom/gram at the stalls. and i don't care what this computer says. i spell blond with an e. blond just looks stumpy

Thursday, November 22, 2007

this week in history

Thursday, November 22, 2007

"Pick up your chin there's a saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new"

'Mary on the mend - Cherry Ghost'

ummm...well i just like that song.
so i am 20 now, old, yes i know. but nowadays 20 is still young, i think. back in the old days 20 was when you were like, really adult. but nowadays i think that age has been pushed back to 25.

lotsa stuff happening/happened this november. ok, my birthday, yeah. then the merdeka tennis festival which i so badly wanted to go to but didn't. i mean, nadal, federer, gasquet and sampras all in one? who wouldn't wanna go? aparantly, my dad who would rather watch it on tv.

then the live and loud festival - james morrisson!!! but te tix are sooooooooo expensive!

lulu lala lalaleeelalalala

wahooey - gotta get back to tv - federer vs sampras is on

Monday, November 5, 2007

2 down, 2 more to go......

Monday, November 5, 2007

Ahhh....exam time. don't you just love the feeling? luxuriating in piles of papers and stacks of books, which caress your fingers ever so gently..Paper cut you say? Why, never! they wouldn't dream of such a thing! the poor dears...all they want is for us to SUFFER!!!!!!!!
ah yes. I.HATE.EXAMS.
its not just the never ending studying, the guilty 4 hour breaks after each half an hour of perusing over scribbles which were conjured up in place of actual notes. its the whole experience. the not-knowing-where-you-stand. WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM ME???!!!???sheeeeesh...and they doesn't only mean lecturers, mind you. its also the people who take your test paper out of the box without so much as a whisper, resulting in a whole day totally wasted since you weren't planning on setting foot in UIA, but had to come and get your test which was conviniently MISSING. Then they try to water down their guilt by 'oh, you got so good on your test, terernye, highest mark! alah, exam mesti dapat 'A' punyelah, tak yah tengok test pun takpe...'
yeah right.
and then the actual exams.
as luck would have it, for my first exam i was sitting near the front, (which meant i couldn't look around which i do when i'm thinking) next to someone who had disgustingly bad breath, giving me a terrible headache and thus i couldnt think and so i might just fail.
and in my second exam, i was at the back, which was good, but that meant i was also near the bathrooms and those bathroom doors are super noisy! plus there was a curious stench of dead cat lurking nearby. and for this second paper we didn't have enough time! my last question was al wonky, my graph was just a scribble. but it was the same for everyone, so at least thats ok.
now the last two papers. i should be studying, i know, but i'm so tired and hungry. and thats why i'm wasting my time blogging in the itd lab.





Sunday, August 19, 2007


Sunday, August 19, 2007

on friday night i went to watch the semifinals for the Champions youth cup, Manchester United vs Flamengo. we got there 10 minutes into the match, on on our way to the seat we say this guy, a flamengo fan, screaming his heart out in pure unadultered passion (or it could have been madness, who's to know? he was speaking portuguese) anyways, thinking it wouldn't be wise to sit anywhere near a rampaging latino

ok thats all

malas laaaaaaaa

Wednesday, May 2, 2007


Wednesday, May 2, 2007

  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: her in these lights
  • Reading: was reading picoult
  • Watching: some disney movie bout a cute toaster
  • Eating: nasi ayam
  • Drinking: water
So Singapore….lets see. The bus was okay, comfortable enough although me seat was a wee bit cramped with all the bags since the overhead compartment was full. Funny thing was that the bus (this was executive coach) stopped at the Sungai Besi toll Rest stop and went out to buy us all McDonalds breakfast. You’d think an executive coach would serve you nicer food, or at least not buy it on the way.:-?

The immigration was a joke, the Malaysian side anyways. There were no customs! I mean, there was a customs place, but no one was there to check anything!
crossed the bridge, which I’m not sure was the causeway since it was so empty, reached Singapore immigration where they did check our stuff. Very enthusiastically, too. The customs officer was so chatty; it was funny, but nice.

Singapore is just like Malaysia but a little bit different. They have more trees, planted ones, whereas in Malaysia they cut down all the tees by the roadsides. I like that about Singapore, the nice, shady trees. Got to the bus station, got off, and had to look for a hotel. First went to this place called Hotel Hamilton, just a few meters away. They told us to come back at 5pm (it was 2) so we went to look for other places. Went to hotel 81 elegance which was e-x-p-e-n-s-i-v-e for a supposedly budget place (109 Singapore $ approx 240 Rm, which would get you a very nice hotel room in Malaysia) so went to look elsewhere. Found the Hive after walking around for a bit, it was cheap and had a totally cool atmosphere (backpackers hostel) but was FULL. -_- in the end settled for hotel 81, which was small, had no windows, and smelt like cigarettes but was clean enough.
Rested for a bit then headed out at around 4.20. We wanted to take the MRT to the city centre, but spent an hour looking for the station, when actually it was just 10-15 minutes away. We took a big huge loop when we should’ve just walked straight.


The place where we stayed (lavender) was pretty empty, so I was wondering “where the heck are all the Singaporeans? Isn’t Singapore supposed to jam packed full of people?” Well, my questions were answered when we got to Orchard – it was sooooo crowded!!! And my brother wouldn’t stop saying, its just like Korea, he’d say it like every 15 minutes. Personally, I didn’t see the point of Orchard Road. All the malls sold the same expensive stuff, with the same shops, and had the same eateries (3 McD’s per mall at around 12 malls in Orchad = obesity. Singaporeans do love their fast food…) so we walked up and down the street, looking for a money changer, then looked for a place to eat, besides fast food, but we weren’t sure of the halal-ity of the places, so ended up in BK after all, even if it was freaking expensive. :hungry: (Malaysians so take their food for granted – everything is halal so no worries)

Then we went to the esplanade, by that time it was already night, so all the lights were on. It was very pretty, not what I expected out of a durian looking thing. There was also this art exhibition inside the lobby, ‘Continuous Line Drawings’ or something. :gallery: They were made by NUS students and were really nice, and good too. Walked down to the Merlion, hung around a bit and took so many pictures, then walked to the Padang, across which was a nice building but I don’t really know what it was. Oh, and behind that building there was a thing, it looked like a UFO, but it was obviously some sort of building. By now our feet were feeling royally butchered, so we got back on the MRT to the hotel, this time deciding not to take the scenic route.

Back at the hotel watched ESPN, found out that Man U won and Chelsea drew (Yaaayy!!). :w00t::boogie::dance::airborne: Super goal from eagles too.


We planned on getting out at 10 am since my aptitude test was at 11.30, and we did get out, like at 10.15-ish. Took the MRT to Clementi, then went to the bus stop and waited for bus # 96 to take us to NUS. Waited. Waited. Waited. Then finally 96 showed up, we got on, and the driver told us if we’re going to NUS, we should go wait at the interchange up the road. We were like, ??? but went there, where we had to wait again, for like 20 minutes, until he finally showed up (he must’ve had food poisoning or something). By then there were only 10 minutes left for me to get to NUS and find out where the heck the test was taking place. Got there at 11.35 and had to sheepishly walk up the lecture theater as inconspicuously as possible, and plonk myself down on seat 93. The examiner was giving out instructions, half of which I missed. Then I read the question, and it says

‘using the materials given, design an abstract model to illustrate the theme ‘lightness and heaviness’.

Then my mind went absolutely blank and the clock kept ticking. Everyone around me was either furiously sketching, or already taking out their scissors and snipping away. The only thing I could think of was my pop-up book at home, so I tried to make this fan-pop-up-earth thing, I cut it out, and coloured it, and was trying to figure out how to attach it to the base when the instructor guy announces that we cant use colors. GREAT. That’s half an hour gone, and only another half to think of something else. I ended up doing this really weird and equally lame construction of the letter ‘P’ and I was going to do the same thing for ‘b’ but there was only 10 minutes left so I just did this cutout and made it float with a stand thing. The P was soooo ugly…my rushed construction was all junky looking and not smooth and crisp and flawless like I envisioned….Then I cut out this horribly ugly bird and stuck it on the ‘b’. Then I made up some lame-o reasoning of how ‘Pb’ is the symbol for lead, which is known to be one of the heavier metals (that’s what you get when you mom is the Chem teacher), and it symbolizes the weight of the earth and how it is underground but being bought to the surface. Then I just said the bid symbolizes freedom from burden, or lightness. LAME!!!:lmao:

Then comes the second question, and I’m supposed to describe the qualities of two different pictures, each in 5 words. One picture was a kettle, the other was this house. I guess this is where my A* in O level English came in handy, and my alien-ish :alientwo: hobby of reading the dictionary (laugh all you want but its fun!)The third question told us to reinterpret the model from question 1 and design a seating structure/piece of furniture based on the same theme. Those were okay I guess, but not superb. I don’t know the benchmark for this test, so I have no idea how I did. Except I know my model was ugly, and it was so embarrassing we had to march down 4 flights of stairs with our models…

My interview was scheduled at 3.20, and it was only 2, so we walked around a bit, looking for food, and found a McD’s, which was a lot cheaper than the ones in Orchard. I guess it has to cater to students’ budgets.
I have no idea how I did in the interview, because I never had one before. I didn’t even prepare for it, until my bother asked me what I was going to say in the interview. I told him, don’t I just answer questions? Can you believe I actually argued with the interviewee guys? :faq: Okay well, not argue in a fighting way, more like a discussion without a point of agreement. He was asking me about what buildings I liked, and I said the Sultan Abdul Samad building, and he asked what was behind it, and I said the Klang river, and he said, “no, behind that”, I told him it was Masjid Jamek. And he said, “No, that’s on the north.” So I was like, “umm..okay but I’m pretty sure its behind, and the criminal court is also behind it.” Then they dew this map-sketch thing, and they were adamant that Masjid Jamek is on its left, but I KNOW its behind the building, on the right. Anyways in the end I just let it go and they moved on to other questions about its history, :blahblah: (thankfully I knew a bit about it and remembered all the right names)

I was the last interviewed candidate so I was just outside the room organizing my stuff with my bother after the interview, then they walked out, and said, “oh I liked your drawings” (I brought my art along which they looked at, especially this one:wave:


and “are you considering landscape designing?” To which I stupidly said. “No, not really. I don’t like trees.” (but I love trees!) and hastily blubbered on how I don’t know how to deal with them etc etc. (???) what I was really trying to say is I don’t have green thumbs and I don’t like drawing trees! :stupid:
My brother thought my interview went well since they said they liked my drawings but I’m not too sure. Oh they also said “I hope you did well on your aptitude test.” Does that mean they liked me, and thus hoped I did good so I would be accepted, or did I do so bad that the only thing that could save me was the test? :evileye: conspiracies…. :sherlock:

We planned on going to Bugis and the Arab district, but we only had an hour so had so breeze though Bugis Junction and then rush of to the MRT to catch our 6 pm bus. We made it just on time, as in, we got on the bus and it went.

Okay I know its just Singapore, and people go there all the time, but not ME!! I hardly go anywhere, thus the jakun-ness. Next time I’m gonna do Singapore good and proper.

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