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.