Let's Skate!

"You're a natural, that's what you are!"

Shakila's laughter could be heard a mile away. I smiled. And fell. More laughter.

Skydome Ice Ring witnessed it all on Wednesday. Sleepy, baggy-eyed-me (having slept for not more than 3-hours the night before) and some other friends obligingly joined the Ice-Skating trip to Coventry to try a new sport, despite the fact that I have two seminars on Thursday and the assignments are not even halfway done. But to cut it short,it was more than worth it. Two hours seems like a mere 10 minutes, and suddenly I saw everyone leaving the ring. What? Already? *sigh*

It's harder than rollerblading,I'd say. But once you got the hang of it, it's even more fun than rollerblading. It's smoother for one, since I usually rollerblade on the front road of my house which definitely had seen better days. And falling isn't that bad an experience, cos once you fall down, you'd be more determined to get up and skate some more, partly because you know people are laughing at you (those pro guys who were actually running and doing stunts you see in an iceskating competition) and partly because you want to be seen like a pro yourself, well at least to that girl who is still clinging onto the side of the ring.

And I saw this girl with long beautiful hair, she skates like she's been skating all her life. I found myself being distracted everytime she passed me and whenever she was doing that stunts I was watching her in jealousy and awe. I want to be able to do that too! Skydome here I come!

Turkish Sufi Music and Luck

For GBP8, I was transported to another part of the world, nevermind if that area is just a tiny bit of the huge country and its unique cultures. The fact that I was able to witness it live was enough a reason to part with the equivalent of RM56. (think how much abc and nasi kandar and nasi ayam and sate and murtabak and Allah knows other cuisines I can get spending that much cash in Pasar Malam Taman Delima or Napoh for that matter, wow). No, stop converting Hannim, it'll do nothing but ruin you.)

So there I was, alone in the Warwick Arts Centre watching Turkish Sufi Music being played before me. Well, I wasn't quite alone, there were hundreds other people I didn't know, a few I did know, but there were not sitting anywhere near, so I was alone.

I had to be honest, it wasn't brilliant, I managed some yawning, but tried hard not to fall asleep (no don't fall asleep now, the turkish guys sitting two seats beside would have a fit of laughter). The thing is, apart from the Azan (it was wonderful, menusuk kalbu la, lama tak denga azan) and the ricitation of some verses from Al Quran, I couldnt understand a word they were singing. Might be the Turkish language or the way the words were mumbled, or the maybe its just how it should be.

But when the Sufis came out to do the whirling part, I was mesmerized. It was just, different. They claimed that it wasn't fair to say that this is wrong cos this is actually a way to be near to Allah, a way to submit oneself to Him, to enter a new dimension, to be out of this world, and this is a spiritual event. And we were supposed to transcend ourselves in their world, and join in the motion of love and bliss where the only distraction would be the rustling of the Dervishes' robes. But I was sitting on the upper level in that hall, so no rustling was visible, apart from the scratching sounds the Turkish guys near me were making, and oh yes, the sounds of chips in their mouth.(Enough to keep me awake. Nooo, really!)

But it was an experience altogether. A new one. Something I wasn't able to get unless I plan to go to Turkey sometime in this life, and that's nowhere soon either. In that record, I did hope I would win the lucky draw they had at the end of the event, they drew T057 the first round and my ticket was actually S057 (although I was sitting in R89), but of course I didn't get it. The probability of me winning a lucky draw in any event is as much as finding my cat Misae replying to me when I ask him something. Yes,that's so not happening, near impossible. The thing is, I never ever ever won any lucky draw before, never. Luck is just not my thing.

So the 8pounds was worth it.

No photos were taken, but I did stock some in my head.

Absentminded.

My dear Mama always says, sometimes when you achieve bigger, greater things, you tend to forget all the little things in life that may have given you the satisfaction before that greater things arrived. That's what happened to me. I had overlooked those things. I forgot.

And I am trying to remind myself, yet again.
Hence this entry.

I am trying to be active again, not for you, not for anyone, just for myself.

Sure is snowy when it's snowing...

Three hours in the lab was not the best way to start your Monday morning and how easily that boring Monday turned out to be when suddenly making my way to the Prayer Room, there were white leaves all over. Oh hang on, those aren't leaves, it's snowing! Subhanallah! I was grinning with joy when those beautiful white ice touched my cheeks.


Gorgeous Monday. =)

Today is lazy day Sunday

Today is Sunday. My first paper is on Tuesday. Economics is fun =P.

Anyway, I came across this a few days back. Another blogger did her entry on this actually, so I got to the link and checked it out. In fact, Hanisah and me has come upon the real thing once when we were in Midvalley. The price is on the cheap side, maybe implying that there is a lack of demand for it compared to the original versions. Harry Potter dan Banduan Azkaban or Harry Potter dan Piala Emas, anyone?

Selama ini Harry Potter menyangka yang dia hanya seorang budak lelaki biasa, anak yatim piatu yang menumpang di rumah ibu dan bapa saudaranya - sehinggalah dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki gergasi, mendaftar di Sekolah Ahli Sihir Hogwarts, belajar bermain dengan Quidditch, dan berjuang untuk menyelamatkan nyawanya.

Semua itu dialaminya kerana dia HARRY POTTER, SEORANG AHLI SIHIR

What do you think?

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Old Skool


Diyanah (Yan), Ayu, Maliza
Nash, Qina, Wani, Hannim
Multi Purpose Room,Science Class

One of the places that have taught me many life lessons was absolutely KYS. Although I was constantly miserable there, and homesickness was an everyday routine, I terribly miss the place now. I wouldn't be the person I am today if not because of some important people I met there. There, I met real friends. When I look at this pic, it reminds me of the times we spent at the Bun Stall selling buns after class and doing the news rounds to the girls dorms. I love these people to bits.

The DOE

This isn't new anymore. We went for the expedition some months back. Because yours truly has just discovered how to put up pics in her blog, she wants to upload whatever she has in the desktop. Hence this one. In the pic are my group members. Left to right: Me, Grace, Fizah, Hooi Chan, and Wani. The camerawoman is Kimah.

Edit: I was too excited that I had posted a pic that was too large. The pics will be back soon, but only after I discover how to resize them. (Guess I haven't truly grasped the art of photo posting. Tula,riak sangat, padan muka. Astaghfirulllah..haih..)

~~I am in love~~

Have I ever told you that I love the rain? LOve it very very much, yes.And as I'm sitting here, I can see the beautiful raindrops outside. The pouring rain doesn't upset me like it does to others. I enjoyed watching the rain at home, it's even merrier.I know my father enjoys rain-watching too. You can see how everything turns misty before, during, and after the occasion. It's simply a fascinating sight for me. Subhanallah.

Hannim and Danish

The New Skin

Balqis or more affectionately known as Mak by her friends, taught me how to change my oh-so-boring blog skin. I don't think I am contented with what I have here, there's no skin that really caught my attention, but for the time being, this will do. I think I will learn how to create my own some time later. As of now, I sooo need to sudy my P3 and Econs, but there's only so much you can absorb in a day so I took some time off and figured out how to improve this site.

Pray for my Econs, P3, Statistics, and Accounts, will you?

Assalamualaikum.

Hahahaha.

That did it. Am I that peculiar? Mr Conquest said in class that the Japanese tourists are peculiar. And I laughed. So I am weird, too. But this is not fair, which are the questions that imply that I am weird? Is it because I chose to gain 150 lb rather than being run over a truck? Who would want to be killed by a truck, anyway? Plus, I am already overweight, so it doesn't make that much a difference. Some of the questions are,
what colour do i prefer, blue or red. I chose red.
Do I change my towels often. Ok I change them every Monday and Thursday because thats when my fresh towel arrives from the laundry service.

I forgot other bits of the questions. Maybe I am somewhat weird, in what way? You tell me.

You Are 55% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

How Normal Are You?

Postscrip: Ooops, I am somewhat normal. But 55%? Are you kidding me? The difference between me and some other weird person is only 5%?

Specially dedicated to Fizah, the birthday girl.

Today is Fizah's birthday. Happy birthday. She's been wonderful to me. So here's what her birthdate means:

Your Birthdate: May 21

Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

The quiz, yet again

Ok, I really have to stop this. Someone please ask me to stop..! What does your birthdate mean? I don't know, this is rather general I think. It doesn't reflect me all that much, but anyway, I just love the last line. I think at least some of them are true.

Your Birthdate: February 18

Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity. There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself. You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator. You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas. Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed. There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others. Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

The animal quiz

Ok. I have plenty of other things to do, I know. And answering some lame quiz is not one of them. But this is harmless, so I did it. The level of accuracy? I don't know. I am yet to discover how shallow I am. =)

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to obedience and warmth.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Labah-labah dan Diva.

I know it's a way too late to let ppl know that I love Spider's Relaku Pujuk. yes, I am a bit outdated. In fact, when Spider won the Juara Lagu for Best Song, I almost never knew the song at all. Yes, I am very very slow, don't have to remind me ok. But now, there's another song that I like. Its called Aku Dia Dan Kamu, by D-Va, a new cool band and the only female in the band is the vocalist. This girl is soo cute, I watched they performed in AIM the other day,(my intention was of course to watch Siti perform, but I went to Sarah's chalet just minutes before Siti took the stage, and regretted badly after that. Coming back to this band, I just love the vocalist, she didn't sound like Siti allright, but her energy on stage! That was something! She was practically jumping and doing the basic Avril Lavinge-style of singing. Here's the two songs I love:

Relaku Pujuk
Ku dikejar bayang-bayang resah
Bila hatimu masih tak berubah
Enggan dipunya dan dipenjara
Belaian cintaku ini
Aku bukan lelaki yang tewas
Bisa mengambang walau ku ditolak
Biar diuji kanan dan kiri
Kau kan tetap ku miliki

(Korus)
Tiada lafaz yang lebih agung
Kalimah cintamu
Yang ku tunggu-tunggu
Biar jasadku yang menanggung
Permainan darimu
Relaku pujuk

Janganlah kau salahkan aku
Terus memburu menawan cintamu
Daku percaya sedikit masa
Kau kecundang akhirnya

Usahlah kau bersedih
Dihadapanmu aku hadir
Memadam resah dan curiga dari hatimu
Apakah kali ini
Bisa kau tolak dan berlari
Setelah aku menanamkan azimatku

(Ulang korus 2x)

Biar jasadku yang menanggung
Permainan darimu
Relaku pujuk………

Aku Dia Dan KamuBetapa bodohnya diriku
Mau diduakan dirimu
Namun bila hati berbicara
Aku sayang padamu
Kau takkan pernah tinggalkannya
Di hatimu cuma dia
Tetap juga kau inginkan ku
Kini apa dayaku
Putuskan dia, oh, kasih
Agar ku tak disaingi
Sungguh ku benci dirimu yang
Tak bisa memilih

Namun harus kuakui
Sukar untuk lepaskanmu
Akhirnya aku undur diri
Demi dia dan kamu

Betapa bodohnya kau
Mau diduakan dirimu
Namun bila Hati bicara
Aku Sayang padamu

Bila saja terus terang
Apa yang kau ingin
Muak diriku dengan sikapmu


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Tazkirah

Early this morning, during subuh, I had to do a tazkirah in the surau. Was told yesterday and forgot all about it until about 1 am before retiring to bed. Thank God I have a folder full of tazkirah texts of different topics, but to choose one that is both suitable and interesting would be difficult. I reckoned it must not be too long and must be of appropriate topic as usually ppl won't give a long one after subuh.

This is what I picked:

12 Barisan Umat Muhamad di padang Mahsyar
Barisan Pertama - Manusia tanpa tangan dan kaki
Mereka di dunia suka menyakiti hati jirannya

Barisan kedua - Manusia berwajah khinzir hitam
Mereka di dunia melalaikan solat atau bersolat tetapi masih melakukan kemungkaran

Barisan ketiga - Manusia seperti baghal dengan perut seperti gunung
penuh dengan ular dan kala jengking
Mereka di dunia enggan mengeluarkan zakat

Barisan keempat - Manusia yang mengalir darah dari mulutnya
Mereka di dunia berdusta dalam berjual beli

Barisan kelima - Seperti angin yang bertiup berbau sangat busuk
Mereka di dunia menyembunyikan kederhakaan atau maksiat kerana manusia dan mereka tidak takut kepada Allah

Barisan keenam - Manusia yang tenggorok dan tengkoknya putus
Mereka di dunia menjadi saksi palsu, mengadakan cerita yang tidak berlaku menyebabkan orang teraniaya

Barisan ketujuh - Manusia tanpa lidah dan keluar darah dari mulutnya
Mereka di dunia enggan memberi kesaksian atau menyembunyikan sesuatu kemungkaran menyebabkan hukuman tidak dapat dijalankan

Barisan kelapan - Manusia berjalan terbalik (kaki ke kepala)
manusia yang melacurkan diri atau berzina tanpa bertaubat

Barisan kesembilan - Manusia berwajah hitam dan mata serta perutnya berapi
Mereka di dunia memakan harta anak yatim

Barisan kesepuluh - Manusia bertubuh penuh dengan lepera dan belak (sejenis penyakit kulit yang amat gatal)
Mereka di dunia menderhaka kepada ibu bapanya

Barisan kesebelas - Manusia yang buta matanya, giginya seperti tanduk, bibir melebar hingga ke dada, lidah terjulur sampai ke perut dan keluar kotoran yang sangat jijik
Mereka di dunia meminum arak

Barisan keduabelas - Manusia yang berwajah berseri dan bercahaya
Merekalah golongan beriman dan beramal soleh.

Kita di barisan mana?????????? renung - renungkan lah....

Sangat takut. Ya Allah, ampunilah dosa-dosa hambaMu ini. Amin.

Mothers' Day

Happy birthday to my dearest Mama,my best friend, my earliest teacher, my shoulder to cry, my everything.

And also to everyone else who plays the most important role in every human being's life- mother.

Happy Mothers'Day. Have you wished your mom yet?

Stuffing myself

It's KYUEM's birthday today! Happy 7th birthday. Like any 7 year old, this college has still a long way to go. And oh yes, the party we had in the Great Hall was great! There wasn't much to look forward to actually, just the food.The food! That was marvellous. I went with an empty tummy. I was so hungry I could eat a horse. Too bad horses were not one of the dishes. I said to someone the other day that the Students Committee (whom we affectionately call the SC,the committee whom we've voted for and handles all college events) really want us to grow fat. They really do. They have this knack of ensuring everyone would at least gain some 10 kilos before retires to their chalets after each and every college event. They started off with the Nostalgic Night,in which the food was served by some hotel caterer from KL. I always have a hearty appetite, so I wouldn't want to waste all the money spent, so I tasted every single thing on the table, which was a lot. And on that night only, I believe I could have easily gained some 5 kilos. I kid you not!

The second one was Teachers' Day celebration. Well, they were supposed to be serving us with some refreshment,and that was just what they did. Apple danish and egg tarts! Did I ever mention I have a huge appetite? So again, under the pretext that 'membazir itu saudara syaitan', I dutifuly finish up my part. And because Jij did not like the egg tart, I had hers as well. So they you go, my diet will never work.

And tonight, again, the SC have managed to coerce me into abandoning my diet,yet again. I just can't resist the temptation. It was more because I had gone there starving,so it's just natural that everything they have had made my mouth water. With an armful of Domino's Pizza, a slice of Banana Chocolate Cake, sate with the my favourite nasi himpit kuah kacang, I was all set to stuff my face. And it just didn't help that Jij (my partner in crime) and Ida kept offering me this and that. After 1 pizza and cake, diminidhing marginal utility set in. realizing there were still may food uneaten, I only managed to nimble at them very,very slowly. First the sate, then sip some air oren,then the nasi goreng, sip some more air oren and repeat that until there was no more sate in sight. Fuih!

Penat sungguh makan. But one think, unlike other girls who are conscious abot weight and how they look, I 'didn't really feel guilty. I don't know why. There is one little voice in me kept telling me that I had been a bad girl, if I keep overeating, God knows I will never ever start to lose weight. And I am not a teenager anymore (chewah perasan tua) that means I can never lose weight easily anymore. But that was all the voice did, It never actually made me stop eating or diminish my appetite. Oh hell, I would one day consult a doctor if it worries me too much. But as of today, I will not starve myself just to look good. Although I must say that I want to look good, I wish I could wear all those nicely made blouse in the magazines, I want to have that toned body. But the problem is me. I never had the strength to fight this appetite.

Oh to be fair, I did once, but I fell sick. It felt terrible. That was in form 2. I went on skipping my meals for 2 consecutive weeks. I just had Jacobs and Luxury biscuits. For a while, it felt good because I could feel my tummy getting flatter and flatter. But when I started to eat properly again,the food just won't stay in there, it wanted to come out.It got really bad when I had to run to the nearby bathroom after every meal. And when there wasn't really anthing in there,I still had the sickly feeling. Everyone started to notice then, much to my annoyance this time. I kept telling people that the vomiting was not self inflicted although I admitted that I had been skipping my meals. Until there was this one night during drama practice, I blacked out during the script reading. I just had no energy. I was hopitalised for the night. Pakyat (a senior who was also a Kedahan, and the headboy) brought me to see ustazah who later brought me to the hospital.(Someone had told me after I was back the next day). It wasn't fun. In the ward, I couldn't sleep. This nurse kept coming and injecting liquids in me. I suspected that they gave me some appetite booster and when I got back to college, the vomiting did no stop abruptly, but the amazing thing was I always felt hungry and suddenly my appetite was rocketing. I never tried to lose weight ever since. And everyone, including those senior boys who never talked to me before made a point to tell me, "hah, jangan nak diet2 dah, nanti pengsan lagi", everytime I walked pass them to class. It was embarrassing alright. Even the principal, Mr Ramli Maidin, started to be nice to me. You must know that this principal is not everyone's favourite and yet, I had been to his office more than those naughty boys that have been called because of their mischief. But there was another similarity between me and the principal that made the rapport grew, but that was a different story.

They you go, the conclusion is, I ate a lot. My diet is not working.I am feeling like a giantess right about now. Period.

Lazy

I am lazy. That is a nice way of reasoning out when there isn't any entry for some days. Today is the same so I won't be saying much here. Just that I am sooo stressed up with the upcoming A2 exams. God,help me. 3 weeks more and I'm not able to say that I am ready yet. Too much to cover, still. So please pray for me. I need to able to get those As. I am as desperate as can be. Out.

Pong, May You Rest In Peace, and Teh, come home soon will you.

I am unstable.My head is groggy. I threw up twice since 4pm. I did not manage to finish up my homework. And just now wehen everyone is back in the chalet, i wish it was saturday again.

At about 1.45pm, mama called. Pong, my beloved cat is gone. She had just given birth barely two weeks ago to two kittens, named Amy and Awie, after Amy Search and Awie. But now, the mother is gone. According to mama, she had not been very healthy since the delivery. And we all knew Pong always had bout fever every now and then. But abah always told us that it was nothing serious, it might have been because she liked to eat all those weird insects. She ate everything, from lizards to frogs to ants, and everything else she could find. And it didn't help that she hadn't had a very good tummy. She puked like once in a fortnight. Abah had to take care of the mess when she did. No one else would do it. It would always be abah. Once it was on her bed. Everyone else (the cats and kittens) had to moved to some new futon. mama had to make a new place for them and throw the stained one. But it amazed me, how no one complained about these misbehaving cats. Its all due to the fact that we all love cats. We always have. When we were in Labuan, (i was just a small kid then, about 4 or 5) we used to have about 14 cats! My parents adore cats. And it runs in the family.

My cats: (according to when they came to live with us)

The late Pong.(She was closest to my brother Bob, God knows how Bob is feeling right now)
Anne (mother of Teh and Tam, she came when she's already anak dara,as mama puts it, she's a beauty,long grey haired this one)
Kay ( ni suka gigit orang ni)
Misae (pronounced misai,or misae,but abah calls him tok misai, and I am closest to this one)
Tam (ni macam the mask of zorro)
Teh (very the adorable)
and the youngest members in the family:
Awie and Amy. (I haven't been able to meet this two yet)

Postscript: I forgot to mention another sad news. Teh had been missing for about a week now. Mama also frogot to tell me this earlier. I guess they were all busy about Pong that this news came late to me. Mama suspected that someone had stolen her from our house. Abah said Teh was adorable, anyone would take her home. What's more, she's a pretty nice cat too. and clean. and adorable. Oh no, I miss her sooo much, Mama said don't be too hopeful, we might just lost her for good. It's just impossible for her to remember her way home. Oh Teh, please go home. I miss you soo much. I am missing my cats now.....

Short blog

Sometimes I find short blogs are fun. I think those people who have been able to post short entries in their blogs are just wonderful. So this is my attempt to be just like those wonderful people. Here. is. a. short. entry. from. me.

Takde la hebat pon..

English Genius You scored 92% Beginner, 92% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 80% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 36% on Beginner You scored higher than 29% on Intermediate You scored higher than 86% on Advanced You scored higher than 78% on Expert

Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on Ok Cupid

Addiction and that Green Tin

Who would not have drank Milo? I bet Nestle, the parent company is making millions each year through this product alone. Just practically every household in Malaysia has it. Add that to every single eating outlet, every mamak stall, every school and university canteen, you just name it, chances are every single place has Milo. Not just that, I remember while I was in secondary school, Milo is in everyone's private locker (despite the fact that we were not allowed to keep any food in the dormitory). It helped us to keep going. I woke up on Sunday morning and take out one packet of the 3-in-1 milo and indulge in the comforting feeling it offers. Another comfort food, this thing. When I was small, I seldom had my breakfast before going off to school, but my mama would force me to finish up my cup of Milo. There, I have mama to blame for my addiction towards Milo. Up to this day, I have Milo every single morning, well one of the reasons is because we only have two dinks to choose from, either Nescafe or the infamous Milo. Since I don't really fancy coffee, Milo is just a perfect substitute. So why suddenly there is so much chaos about Milo? Well, read this:

Milo naik harga mulai Jun

PETALING JAYA 26 April - Para penggemar minuman Milo di negara ini terpaksa membayar harga lebih mahal apabila pengeluarnya, Nestle Malaysia Bhd. (Nestle) menaikkan harga runcit produk itu di pasaran mulai Jun ini.
Pengarah Urusan Nestle, Sullivan O'Carroll berkata, harga produk itu yang merupakan penyumbang utama pendapatan syarikat dinaikkan antara tujuh hingga lapan peratus untuk memastikan syarikat tidak mengalami kerugian operasi.
Beliau menjelaskan, kenaikan harga terpaksa dibuat berikutan ketidaktentuan harga komoditi dan kadar tukaran asing yang menjejaskan pengeluaran produk Nestle termasuk Milo.
Katanya, tiga bahan mentah utama yang digunakan untuk menghasilkan produk Nestle mencatatkan kenaikan agak tinggi tahun lalu, menyebabkan kos operasi syarikat meningkat.
Tiga bahan mentah itu adalah minyak mentah, minyak sawit dan bahan pepejal susu kurang lemak (milk skimmed solid).
``Bagaimanapun, kenaikan itu masih belum diputuskan sepenuhnya. Kami akan cuba untuk meminimumkan kenaikan tersebut untuk tidak membebankan pengguna,'' katanya selepas mesyuarat Agung Tahunan ke-21 Nestle, di sini hari ini.

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Nestle isn't stupid, they know Milo is almost a necessity and the demand is pretty much inelastic. Substitutes? I would say many have tried to rival with it, namely Cadbury Hot Chocolate, Vico, Ovaltine, but these are just not the same as Milo. No perfect substitute. Now I wonder what they put in it that makes it just soo addictive. Drugs? perhaps.
Now it is not a question whether the price would increase or not, that is sure to happen already, and now, would the demande for it change? One wonders whether customers would switch to other forms of comfort drink such as Cadbury Hot Choc? I don't know about others, but to me, nothing could really replace the green tin contents. I am addicted.

Uncertainties

How would you be sure that the person you are madly in love now would be the one whom you'd spend the rest of your life with?

How would you know that the person you once hated so much could be the best of friends ever?

How would you know that you'd end up marrying a person you know for two months and not your loving boyfriend for 8 years?

How would you know that all the things you do now would be the things you terribly regret in say, two years' time?

How would you know that your best friend would cheat you and date your life-long crush?

How would you know although you love maths and accounting and everything about accountacy, but you wouldn't make a good accountant when you start working?

The question is, do we even have the power, or rights to know these things? Is it in our hands? NO. Can we control them? NO. Can you even predict what your life would be in say, 2 years'time? NO. Nothing is certain. I am afraid.

Suddenly I am afraid of the future. I am worried sick. Maybe I worried too much. Maybe.

Allah, help me.

Bloody Day

It is a bloody day today. I woke in the morning, quite late by my standard and automatically recalled that it is a BIG day today. The Day has finally arrived. Many of us has been waiting impatiently for today and nothing can ever stop me. No. Nothing.

Finishes class quite early, many free blocks now since the exams are coming just in a month's time. At exactly 10.35, we, the enthusiasist ones, quickly made our way to join the mass of people in the Great Hall. Yes, I am going to be a good citizen today, i told myself. I couldn't climb Mount Everest to make my country proud of me, nor had i taken more that 9 subjects in SPM to ensure everyone in the country talk about me day and night. My time has passed (For SPM that os, as for Mount Everest, i don't think anyone would sponsor me some 2million to let me go there, me?Everest? You must be joking). But today, I would at least feel that I could somehow do some good to others.

So, I eagerly took the form, took out my newly-bought pen and filled the form without taking off the smile on my face. Many people have already been there, so I wasn't the first, and it looked like I have to wait until it's my turn. Usually I hate waiting, but not today. They can ask me to wait as long as they want, and i wouldn't complain.

There, here comes my turn now. The three inspections have passed rather quickly and now it's time. An empty bed is waiting for me and a familiar young girl in white is there. I lied on the bed and the young girl in white started her job. My friend Azizah, or better known as Jij was on the next bed and she had started earlier but it seemed to me there was some problem on her side. Luckily mine was smooth flowing, and it felt nothing, like u've been bitten by an ant.

In less than 3 minutes, another lady, this time a middle-aged, also dressed in white tended to me and hastily asked me to stop pumping. (Theres this band we have to grip and pump to make the process smoother). But nothing worried me. From my previous two experiences, it was soo easily done, it took less than 5 minutes (if not lesser) in both ocasion. I was right, this time is no xception either. She commented something on how smooth flowing mine is, so I was meant to do this regularly. I would, I told her. I love it. My fear towards the sick smelling medicines and nurses and needles and ultimately blood have done nothing to stop me from doing this.

We exchanged thanks, and there i was, up and full of energy. Not to mention the merry feeling of having done some good in the only way i could. I hope i could help someone's life, if not more by doing what i've done. I've donated my blood today, and probably more in the future, how about you?

"Donate Blood, Save A Life, You'll never know when u'll need it''

p/s: I'm O+, so I am a universal donor.

Crush

They say if you really loved somebody, let him go, if he comes back to you, then his yours, if he doesn't, then he'll never be. I know i sound a bit emotional today, but that used to be one of the regular sayings while i was in school. You can say that there were many relationships as well as break ups so that trigger the old saying to be popular. I used to admire this one boy in school (be proud, because it's been so long since i've opened up to anyone about this, yes, i'm a painfully shy girl, if you must). Fortunately enough, this is the same boy that used to kacau me in the first place. You have to understand that it's very rare of me to me like someone who doesn't have any connections with me in the first place. Although it's true that i've never talked to him before, but the silence makes it all the more interesting. Of course the boy never knew i liked him, and i tried hard to ensure my best friends did nothing to let him know, but it's sure a pain to keep that secret. It was only natural that i often heard my name called when i made my way to the dining hall, or the surau or the netball court, or even in between classes. In the first few incidents, i grew mad and embarrassed, but there was simply nothing i could do to stop that, so i acted like nothing happened. Maybe we grew up, and his taunts diminished, but i sadly missed the times when he called me. It wasn't flattering, it wasn't maddening, it was just.. different. I felt i knew him through those name-calling sessions. When it was time for him to leave school (he was a senior) i knew i was going to miss him. And missing was what i did. I never attempted to show him i liked him. I was afraid the answer was negative. Those little things he did,like cheering me up during netball practices were moments i cherished, to this very day. Now i know, it wasn't him i liked, but simply how differently he treated me. Oh, forgot to mention,we used to exchange letters, and that's simply the way we talked, apart from emails and the constant kirim salam tradition. ln the letters, he would address me as adik, and himself as abang. So it was a brother-sister relationship. I liked him like as any sister would, but i also admired him. He wasn't the best of brothers, but simply, it felt good to have someone who cared and made an effort to make your life in an otherwise quite unbearable place a really fun one.

To this date, i am proud to say that no one has ever replaced him. I am not shy to say that i still like him today. Photos of us sit happily together on my study table. We are still in touch, but it's not the same anymore. Now i am more opened, but maybe still a little bit shy if we ever meet face to face. But the chance is almost zero, so being shy online is stupid so we chat like normal. Of course, he doesn't know any of this, but i'm not going to let him know, no way.
Someone said to me that i must moved on. I cannot cling to the past and live in those happy memories. They're wrong. I'm not praying for miracles to happen, but somehow, thinking that u have agood life in the past is able to make u smile during your worst moments. It does for me. And the picture of us will sit at my study table for as long as i want.

psoriasis

this is what i found about psoriasis.

Psoriasis is an immune-mediated, genetic disease manifesting in the skin and/or the joints. It is a non-contagious and life-long skin disease that has different forms. Some people may have a spot or two, while others may have extensive coverage on their body.

Psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis are serious diseases that affect more than 4.5 million people in the United States. A person's quality of life—including emotional health—can be seriously jeopardized. Because of this, it is important to understand the full impact of psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis.

psoriasis: IT IS NOT CONTAGIOUS. do not dicriminate psoriatic. it's just a mere skin problem and NOT caused by poor hygiene.

more infos can be found here: www.psoriasis.org.

Of exams, jap drama, and sentimental me.

ok, this is such an understatement. have not made an entry since october and now it's already april! time really flies, i tell u.

if i could really summarise what has happened to me (ok, just a few highlights, mind u, or else there wont be enough space)
1. finished as exams last nov. alhamdulillah, A for AS business studies. A for accounts.
2.sat for ielts in october. alhamdulillah, nothing spectacular though, an average 7.5. but i think that's pretty ok for me, most unis require 7.0 to enter their business schools.
3.had a looong break. n that was just terrific! i lurve spending time with my family. my mom is my bestest friend.
4.school reopened. had some weeks before the mock exams
5.finished my mocks. i think i did badly. so need morreeee studying. (i am to take all the blame now, i wasn's really prepared, to tell u the truth. but i'm quite happy with my accounts. managed to obtained quite a high grade, n have improved my mcq paper) p/s:somehow i'm weak in mcq. i just don't know why.
6.my econs was quite bad so that triggered that i need to do more parctise in mcq.
7.maths were reasonably ok. but cannot be complacent. must do more papers

ok,heres some things not related to exams:
1.watched beauty and the beast(japanese drama about reporters) before the mocks. (ok, this is one of the reasons why i did badly in mocks).
2.just finished pride (another jap drama, this time about ice hockey, feat takuya kimura and the sweet girl, but i dont know her name). love it!!
3. all credits to atfy izad, the rightful owner of those wonderful cds.
4.i love japanese movies because they are not straight forward, although they are not complicated, they usually require u to respond to what the characters are actually thinking or what the course of their actions might be. They are not the sloppy romantic movies with cute hopeless looking guys and girls, that give away almost every single clue and after 15 minutes u know what exactly the ending would be. Most japanese dramas are different, if i can say that myself. Or at least, all jap series that i've watched made me think, and somehow made me respond. I felt the connection, I felt related to them in the drama,if you understand what i mean. Looking forward for more of this type of dramas in the future.

Ok, that's about all i want to say here, Until later, majulah cerita jepun untuk kami2 yang sentimental.. (haha, apekah??)