Thursday, February 26, 2009

the curious case of 25 feb

Yesterday was bizarre. Seriously. It's not because yesterday was the day Abang returns to Sydney. It's just that, yesterday, everything went wrong. Really. Everything wasn't right. Just read.

The Curious Case #1
When we all arrived at the airport, my dad used the wrong lane to enter the parking building. He used the season parking lane instead of the normal one. So, he had to reverse back sloowly while getting honked at by the other cars behind us and enter the right lane.

The Curious Case #2
My Dad hadn't had his breakfast that morning, so on the way from the airport, we stopped at the Dengkil R&R. He asked me what I wanted to eat because I said I was hungry in the car. But since I am very choosy when it comes to eating, so I said I don't want to eat. Then we stopped in front of Ami Cafe because according to him, they have roti canai. Haha. But I said I don't really mind where he wants to eat because I don't want to eat. So my Mom said send us home first, and then he can go alone. But after we arrived at home, my Mom wanted to eat Mak Cik Ana's bihun goreng. So she asked my Dad whether he wants nasi lemak. He changed his mind about Ami Cafe and said yes. Oh yeah, I followed my Mom to Mak Cik Ana's stall and met his hot son. It turned out his son isn't that hot after all...

The Curious Case #3
My Mom was supposed to go to the mosque that morning because every week she and some of our neighbours have some religious classes almost every morning. But she didn't feel like going although she wanted to. Then my Dad suggested Tesco. I didn't want to go but my Mom sort of begged me to come along. So I did. When we get back, she realised that she took the wrong set of keys - the one without the key for padlock. So we all were stucked outside the house with everything we bought, including my Dad's three boxes of ice-creams. Haha. Kakngah became our accidental hero that morning because the set of keys for the car she drove has that Key. But unfortunately, she was at Hospital Serdang. So we had to drive all the way there to get that Key. I fell asleep on our way there. After we arrived, we had to wait for her to come down because she had some kind of discussion with the pharmacists there. The journey made us all hungry, so we had our lunch at the hospital's cafeteria. My Dad had Mi Kari and the choosy me had a weird Pau Coklat. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the chocolate, it was the pau. I don't know, it tasted ... weird. But I had the most delicious Horlicks Ais I've ever tasted there! Kakngah came down as soon as we finished eating.

The Curious Case #4
My neighbour's daughter was admitted to hospital on Sunday, and he told us about it on Monday morning before I went to school. Since we were kinda busy with Abang going back to Sydney, we didn't go to visit her. But my Mom said we really should visit her. And so, yesterday, my Dad and her went to the hospital. However, my neighbour's daughter has gone back home.

The Curious Case #5
I watched Jelita which I haven't been watching for two weeks, and I learned that that story had changed drastically. After 15 minutes, I gave up and turned on the computer and forced my brain to work on BM's leaflet. Which I succeeded halfway of it.

The Curious Case #6
I managed to hold back my tears (although some of them managed to escape) as Abang walks away.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

awkward!



Aisy, this IS the funniest moment in Season 5:D

Saturday, February 14, 2009

sayang


At first I was thinking of writing something about Abang, but then I realized that no words can describe how awesome he is and how much I love him. So here, I just want to wish him a happy 21st birthday.

You're my hero, always and forever. Adik sayang Abang:)

Friday, February 13, 2009

true love conquers all

My favourite book ever.

I've read this book about four to five times, and I'm trembling to read again and again. I was so glad I decided to just buy it at the warehouse sale I went to years ago. That was one of the best decision I've ever made.

Kaitlin Malone is the Scribbler of Dreams, a girl who was born to hate the Crutchfields, especially Robert Crutchfield got killed accidentally and caused her father to be imprisoned. And because of that, Kaitlin and her sister, Abbey was forced to go to Twin Oaks High School which was founded by the Amanda and Maggie Crutchfield with a different identity.

Kaitlin finds solace in writing journals. During lunch at Twin Oaks, she spends time alone in a quiet courtyard as she scribbles in her journal and explores her world of dreams and hopes. There, she meets an artist who captures truth in his potraits - Bram Crutchfield. Somehow, after sharing afternoons together in the same courtyard, she learns that they can share so much more, even love.

As she gives her heart to Bram, Kaitlin learns the truth behind the bitter legacy between the Crutchfields and the Malones. And she learns to forgive them. But she is torned to choose either her family and say goodbye to the love of her life, or Bram and turn her back to her family.

What I love most about this book is the style of language. It was so damn beautiful. For example, this is one Kaitlin's entry in her journal:

September 6.
Back and forth. Back and forth. The tide ebbs and swirls, surrounding, reaching, touching with its foamy fingers. Teasing at my last breathless moments. Surging up and over, pulling me under. The tide is winning ... but for a moment my foot brushes the bottom, and I am able to push, to grasp hold for a few last breaths. For a moment the tide must wait.

I am definitely reading Scribbler of Dreams to float together with Kaitlin and be dazzled by Bram over and over again after all this SPM madness ;)

Friday, February 6, 2009

bundles of smiles, bundles of tears

Hello there, Bulan.

How are you? It's been a while since I last talked to you. I'm sorry. And I missed you.


My life has became better these days. I have appreciated being a 5 Amanahian more than I used to. I have fallen in love with the loudness, the hippiness, the happiness and the wildness of this class. I fell in love with 5 Amanah so deeply that I'd feel sad if I missed a day of schooling. My relationship with my friends has improved. I, have improved. Whenever the old me - the moody me - reappears, I'll quickly remind myself of what Britney had said, "I choose to be a happy person,". I want to be happy. Therefore I will remember things that would make me happy and smile. And I also have a great friend sitting beside me. She helps me whenever I have problems. Any problems. It's like I have a second Dayang here. Although they are different both inner and outer, I feel like she is my second Dayang. Since Dayang isn't here and we rarely have a long, great BFFE chat, I told her a lot about things I usually keep to myself. Alhamdulillah for that. And, I also had another rainbow here - John Doe. It's funny to think what I was willing to do just to see him and be near him.


Had? Yes, that's the bitter part. Today is his last day here. And I had no idea about that until about 10.40 am just now. I came across him, holding something I wish I wrongly saw, walking from a place I wish I wrongly thought. That was the last time I ever saw him. Then I sat in my class, gazing at the ceiling, feeling my eyes getting sour.


Bulan, you know what? Before I decided to let my feelings for him soar, I argued a lot with myself. I don't want to be left again. I don't want to get hurt again. But my heart won the battle. And now, I'm left here, again, hurt, again. It's scary to think that I won't be able to come late to school late with him again. That I won't be able to watch out for him if I'm faster than him. That I won't be able to say, "Ah, John Doe lambat lagi," again. That I won't be able to walked behind him after school again. That I won't be able to look at his nice black bag and wondering where did he buy it. That I won't be able to wonder whether there could be anyone that can wear that kind of bag with much more simplicity and elegance again. That I won't be able to see his beautiful smirk again. And that I won't be able to look at his back and feel safe again.


What do I do now, Bulan? I know I should be happy and proud for him. But somehow, I don't feel right. I think maybe I should just trust Chuck. He said if we love something, we should set it free.

Anyway, it's only life, isn't it? It hurts, but it's OK. It's only life.

That's all for now. Thank you for listening. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Time heals. At least now I have my 5 Amanah to cheer me up. And please, watch over my loved ones for me, will you?

Love,
shahida

Thursday, February 5, 2009

for real



I was touched by this scene. It's like finally we could see everyone's soft, vulnerable part. Like finally we know that we are all the same. We all have been hurt. We all have lost something, someone so precious. And we are all just human.

It's funny though, that we only get to know someone when we found out their sad history, when they have fallen. Only then we felt sorry for them and regret our earlier harsh words to them. We regret letting pride and ego conquer ourselves.

I guess that's what we all are. Just human being human.

hope

is there a chance,
a fragment of light
at the end of the tunnel,
a reason to fight
is there a chance
you may change your mind
or are we ashes and wine?

Monday, February 2, 2009

shedding tears for everyone's No 1

It breaks my heart to watch Roger giving his speech yesterday. The only reason I didn't break down to tears along with him was because my brother was there, and he supports Rafa. Oh yeah, replying Nico's text ruined my moment.



"In the first moment, you're disappointed, you're shocked, you're sad, then all of a sudden it overwhelms you," Federer said off the court.

"The problem is that you can't go in the locker room and just take it easy and take a cold shower. You can't. You know, you're stuck out there. It's the worst feeling. It's rough."