June 23, 2007
Gifts from Europe
My fav. gal came home.. Finally.. hee hee.. i luv your pics.. especially the one at the English Garden. You had truly influenced me to embark on a journey all over Europe. Ha! Ha! Unfortunately.. the major project won't be operating anytime soon. But i will... ")
Thanks a million for the delicious, mouth-watering crunchy chocs you brought home for me "). I savoured every bite. Trust me.. ") .. and the shirt.. , totally fits lar.. Thanks again. MMuaCks!
Labels: ..yaya..
June 18, 2007
Alfian Sa'at
" Who is he? " - Mr K asked...
How did i truly respond? haha ... sure... i gave him the nonchalant look.
"Nobody.. Just a distinguished Malay poet who never steers away from politics..."
True enough.. someone who failed to give the darnest of care to the world of Arts n Literature ...said... "ouh...hmmm...tak pernah dengar.."
was i pissed? to a certain extent. Alfian is my hero and forever will be.
Since the day i was introduced to Singapore's education curriculum as a student, i had hated it. There was the basic maths n science. i had to score. my parents made me score. my teachers told me there was no way i could not score.
I still remembered those days vividly. The annual parents-teacher meets. Seated,the teacher's fingers would direct the parents' eyes onto the scores of two main subjects (Maths n Science). Then went the usual "tsk, tsk.. she could have done better.. brilliant student.. it's a pity!"
Then there would be the times, when peers would be filled with anguished as they started to compare MCQ answers in Section A of the Maths and Science papers, just after the exams.. way before the results.
And true enough, when the results were out... those who scored excellently well for these two 'essential' subjects would be the ones who could lift their heads up high.. even if the whole school knew they flunked their languages.
It happened beyond the phase of classrooms... language teachers were expected to be less competitive than maths and science teachers. "language is language..there is nothing to compete.. besides you guys are all peace-loving" "0) -sarcastic!
They claimed maths n science took a whole lot of skills for one to be competent in.
But they failed to take note.. The world of Arts is a gift... a god-given... a talent, not many possess..
Like Alfian, i agree.. this is Singapore and if they told you to walk straight then that was what you had to do.
He's different...
With all 10 As for O'levels
and credits for S papers in A'levels...
Alfian was named the top malay student in 1991 (Berita Harian)
He could jolly well gotten a place in medical school, but instead decided to become a playwright for Ekamatra production.
On June 12th, his application to become a releif teacher was rejected by MOE. the stated fact was that, they were afraid he would promote student activism within the classrooms.
Such courage to thread on the less cushioned avenues of Singapore's life made him an inspiration, and not a thousand releif teachers can achieve even a tiny percent of that.
I am truly honoured to be racially assosciated with Alfian Sa'at.
He gives voices to our minority race through his writings and productions. It is a real pity how we fail to respect and recognise this...
Labels: ...laments...
June 16, 2007
Girl Issue..
My FaV. GurL is back ") HurraH! Yaya.. For once (HeeHee....) U were so missed! CaN't wait to c ya again, cuz' i am digging that perky attitude of yours. OH yar...and lots of HOT 'mat saleh' stories to share yeah' ! MmuAx!
Recently, i encountered the negative effects of PMS upfront. Usually i would get the usual cramps and stuff...but my state of emotions would be at pH 0. In return, i would hear the laments of my friends telling all kinds of 'tales' about their PMS days : the irrational state of mind, the upsurge of anger, boiling temper .. etc..
Hmm... i finally got to experience it for myself...
Yesterday, i was under attack. I felt the immediate effect of PMS! Everyone in the house and on the phone sounded irritated. People were doing things wrong and i started to nit pick on even my Mom's cooking (Urghhh...how mean of me!) The actors and actresses on TV began to dress funny and their facial expressions made me wanna puke. I became SIMON COWELL for a day. FEEls good actually (Heeeeeeeee...) But mothers being mothers, my Mom didn't buy tt kind of bull coming from me ") she was like .. "Dah tebiat???"
The worst was yet to be experienced by my innocent BF...Sorry hun.. ")
He called tt night. Asked : "How's your day?".. i was like : "Do you have to ask tt everyday? So redundant!" . And to his surprise, came a whole lot of mindless rantings. HaHa! he tried to reason out, but hey.. who can reason with a female under the influence of bad PMS ").
The whole ordeal ended this morning. The beginning of Day 2 was alot better. I called him at 6 and apologised profusely..heheeh. " Tu lar.. i shock seh..What the Hell were you blabbering about. Mcm org giler jek.." I couldn't tell him tt i had PMS. Like many men, he wouldn't be able to understand ")
Is PMS a blessing or a curse for the female species? Hmm...
In the meantime, let's leave the options open..
But...
If PMS is bad enough, can you imagine being pregnant???
ArGhhhh...NNNNNNNNNooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!Labels: ..laments...
June 14, 2007
Save it.
Have you ever wondered if whatever you said to someone the previous night or so was meaningless and (like what lots of us would be used to) - the 'spur of the moment' ?
Then have you again wondered if perhaps whatever you had said held hopes and promises for the person ..?
And now that you could just turn back and say...hey that was so yesterday...
Then why do we learn to reflect and answer back to sacrifices that we have worked for..?
Now it doesn't make any sense at all...Labels: ...scram...
June 9, 2007
Good FRiDay
I'm so glad i started the day on the right note. Perhaps it was the case of getting up on the right side of the bed (~hee~shudder..).
Hmm..let's see, it was in the year of 2005 when i last lay my legs on a running track. Today, i finally managed to drag myself to do it. Do not ask what came over me. I was so ambitious. On the way there, i was telling myself how fit i would be if i could do 12 rounds on the track.. HAHA! unfortunately, i only got around to do 4.. HEy`hey` not bad for a 'beginner' yar..hee
Actually, what drove me to stay fit? I had occasional nightmares of not being able to put on skinny jeans and saying adios to hot, sizzling, mini dresses. Urghh...
Hmm..i plan to make it a routine (the exercise)..
Anw, i was only at the stadium for 45mins. Y? firstly, being a 'beginner', i felt myself being rapidly dehydrated + drained of moisture, and my head was spinning. i frequently had to stop my running to fill up my bottle. i drank so much my stomach was fully bloated. not having my sunblock with me does not help either. my mood to exercise needless to say disappeared in a matter of minutes.. HAHA! so much for staying fit yeah.. but hey..good try. at least i'm not squandering my hols away lazing around my ass like a PIg..
Ouh..yeah..made my way to the library too. The whole of last sem, i was burying myself under piles and piles of Lit texts. not that i don't enjoy reading them..it's juz tt sometimes i miss reading something i prefer..heeh
did i ever share that i love Gulf writers? Hmm.. i feel that they've got more to express and share as compared to American and Brit writers. See, in the Gulf..writing becomes a sort of solace and comfort for the people who view normal life from a whole different light. They write not because they are paid for it, or they are eyeing for that NOBEL PRIZE..but they write because they feel that there is a need for the world to know what the Gulf is really like. They write to counter the way foreign writers comprehend their lifestyles. They write without any disposition and i truly respect them for that. if i would recommend any, it would be Miral al-Tahawy. Brilliant..!
Strolling down your neighbourhood on anyday by yourself for just a couple of hours is a good therapy for anybody. there are just so many observations to be made. Life just becomes a little more interesting. For example, it gets terribly amusing to see a group of students hogging up the library entrance at 9.45, with their back-packs, when it was supposedly the school hols.
Hmm... Labels: ...view life the way you want it to view you... ")
June 7, 2007
..DamN i forGot.. ")
Ya Allah! I've been so absorbed in all other wordly issues, that i've forgotten my blog existed.. whee... To think that it is still under my 'history' list..haahaa.. Well, actually i've been quite pissed off with blogger services. The last time i blogged, my Chatbox ID was down (yet again) and i can't upload my photos for no apalling reason at all. Jinx! to the max. The service hates me.. Anw, i got the time today to type in some crap..and my blog decides to behave. phew!
Ooohh..and yesh the results were out yest! Not bad at all for me i must say. Uni days have been truly enriching. since sem 1 i have nt been seeing any Cs (quite a releive as compared to my JC days..urghh..econs..HAHA!) But perhaps, i shud stop getting the Bs and start gearing up on producing better quality As. Hee.. but tt doesn't mean yg i tak bersyukur. Getting motivated and werking towards the perspectives of a better life should be how one lives one's life.. I hope my sinners agree :)
I got around to hang-out with Mr K's friends : Fiza n Lydia. Nice gurls i must say. Really nice. No wonder my bf is really nice. He's blessed with really nice pals. haHA! I'm looking forward to hanging out with them again, although i would perceive alot of schedule clashes along the way. ahakz..
hmm.. chatted with hanan the other time, he was getting all excited nk masok NUS dis coming August. HAHA! naseb tak sama uni kan.. if not kite da kecoh!
Mr K on the other hand, took too many overtime these few wks giving plenty of space for myself and my frens. It's a good thing, except tt i'm missing him abit too much oredi :)
To Ayu baby! happy 21st b'day ye..stay hepi, cheery n preeti.. MMUacxZ!
...and for me..i'm juz reli happy being me ")
Labels: ...life ain't easy..
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