Entschuldigung, darf ich mal ein Foto machen?

It snowed!

Though it was a little bit of a mood-damper when you are stuck in class, forced to listen about the Ukrainian school system.

Weihnachtszeit ist Schoen

Lets say the whole of my skin weighs 8.9 kgs.

My head 3.5 kgs,

my arms 5 kgs

my legs 7 kgs,

my bones 9 kgs

my blood 5 kgs,

my cells, nerves, muscles and blood artileries 7 kgs,

my heart, intestines, liver and lungs, as well as clothes as 7 kgs,

and the food I recently ate as 0.5 kgs; this means

I only weigh 5.6 kgs. :)

I don't know if they always have them at Christmas time; or it can be found only in Goethe but they served satay at the Weihnachtsfeier just now. Cool, huh? :)

Sambal is Not Supposed to be Sweet

We had this so-called 'group creative sessions' in class today. Each of us has to write a sequence of a story. When it was my turn I wrote about a beheaded dog and splattering blood, and a man laughing as loud as a devil.

Then we had some grammar exercises, and the example I gave consisted of a man whose wives were killed mysteriously.

What worries me is the perception of others.

Quoting a guy from this page:

I hope every muslim in the world takes notice: This is what everybody thinks of you: That you demand respect down the barrel of a gun, that you are animals, that it is easier to exclude you than to reason with you.

It's time that the fanatics who shout "Allahu Akbar" before evangelizing themselves to pieces in a market full of women and children, learn that there is a force out there that's stronger than they, that also has unalterable values, and that can also be offended.

The fact that so many responses here say-"I don't blame the director" is horrible. Continuously treating Islam as a special case means that it will NEVER be on an equal footing in the west. It used to be that we were all encouraged to respect people. Now we are being told to respect IDEAS; That some ideas should be immune from criticism. (As if a made-up disaster amounts to a scathing indictment of Islam.)

Were I Muslim I would take note. Is this really how you want to be treated?

Every little bit counts

Do Me a Favor and

GROW UP!

I am Amazed at My Ability to Ramble.

Let's say he asked me out.

Not exactly that he will, you know, seeing the circumstances: He and I, we are different, way too much different. Plus the fact that he already had someone of his own does not help, and if you really look closely at the matter, he and I are so-called 'colleagues', and colleagues don't date each other; they take 7-minute breaks in stationary cupboards. And I have never seen a stationary cupboard in anywhere in Goethe, plus it's a FAT CHANCE (no pun intended) if I am going to stay for seven minutes inside a cupboard.

Anyway, it will be too much of a hassle to keep the others from knowing, and the language barrier is unimaginably high, I've had too much embarassing moments telling jokes in German that nobody laughs at (because nobody could understand), and I am not looking forward to more embarassing moments especially when there are just the two of us. I wouldn't have the chance to hope that somebody else starts a new topic, for example.

Plus the notion is actually amazingly ridiculous, seeing that we barely speak to each other (OK, that's a little bit of an understatement, but still, we never spoke about things that really matters). He would not, in a trillion years,'fall in like' with someone like me. He is way too young, by the way. I've had enough of all these young people.

But still, if he IS to ask me out, I wouldn't have had anything to wear.

Funny how a girl's mind work, eh? :)

Finally!

Have you ever experienced the relief of being able to recall what've been nagging your mind since, like, a million years ago?

*Alittlebitofexaggerationneverhurts:)*

So it all started a few days before our Treffen in Frankfurt. A girlfriend wrote a blog entry, I read it, but nothing else came into my mind except these three words:

I feel you.

When we were together we discussed this blog entry, we quoted it, but I still could not figure it out, why is it that these three words have been nagging the back of mind continuously:

I feel you.

And as I was starting to tackle a really complicated piece of homework a single grey brain cell, upon waking up from sleep, decided to nudge the cell beside him, who is at the moment scratching his chin thinking about those three words. They electrocuted each other a little bit (that's how I've always pictured signals sent by cells in our body, blame the TV) and sent signals to my hands, who released a non-functional pen they have been holding on to since the past fifteen minutes, and went instead to type those three words into Google:

I feel you.

I found the answer on Youtube. So I finally get to solve the mysterious, sad cries of "I feel you" in my head.

One day,

I'll go to Paris, France, and help Anastasia find her lost grandmother. I'll also willingly tie Dimitri to her side so he won't ever think that the girl did not need him.

Kenapa Kita Rindu Benda Yang Tak Ada?

Dan komplen pasal benda yang dekat dengan kita?

Kita rimas. Kita meluat, bosan dan benci.

Tapi kita sendiri tau yang nanti, bila benda tu dah tak ada lagi dgn kita, kita rindu.

Kita akan ingat-ingat sampai termimpi-mimpi. Kita akan mengeluh, cerita dengan semua orang "Dulu kan, mase aku ..."

Memang lumrah, manusia tak pernah puas hati dengan apa yang mereka ada.

Ada kurang, nak lebih. Ada lebih, mula risau, kata "kan baik kalau aku ada kurang?"

Tapi ada juga yang ada lebih, tetap lagi mahu lebih. Mahu lagi dan lagi.

Pendek kata, aku bosan dengan keluhan. Sedih, sakit hati, letih, sejuk, banyak kerja. Hari-hari lalui benda yang sama, sampai bila nak mengeluh, bila nak sesuaikan diri? Ku sendiri bosan mengeluh. Bosan hati sakit. Rasanya, kalau dikorek keluar hati aku, penuh kotoran, macam teritip lekat di batu. Sebabnya. Sikit-sikit nak marah. Sikit-sikit meluat. Sikit-sikit menyampah.

Tak mahu begini.

Mahu jadi mcm satu ketika dulu, di mana ade orang pernah bertanya:

"Eh, kau ni tak pernah sedih ke?"

Pomegranate.

I am procrastinating.

I am stealing time.

I don't smoke grey cigars, by the way.

But I like the colour grey.

And brown. And dark green.

But not black.

Portmonnaies may be black. Cameras. Handphones. Neckties. Stuff like that.

The sweater I'm wearing is white with grey writings on it.

It said

Sports est. 1959

But it was covered all over with little red spots. Klitze-klitzeklein.

But no, my sweater is not polka-dotted.

And no, I don't have chicken pox.

It was this: I cut myself a pomegranate after dinner. As dessert.

It bled.

I was surprised.

I wiped the pomegranate blood off the table with a cloth.

In Hamburg, we call the wipecloth Feudel instead of the usual Lappen.

The cloth was white.

I did not rinse it afterwards.

I hung it at the sink.

Because I loved the colours. Real red. On white.

I stood a few seconds and looked at the piece of wipecloth.

Then I rinsed it. The red washed away, leaving only a piece of damp white cloth.

I then took my cut pomegranate into my room to eat.

As I dig into the fruit with a spoon, it spurted blood again.

All over my white sweater.

Did I spell pomegranate right?

In German we call them Granatapfel.

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Po me gra na te

I So Feel Like Kicking You.

I am unfortunately bipolar. One minute I pity, the next moment filled me with hatred. But I hold on to the same principle: The things you have done, you cannot undo; you must bear the consequences. In other words, PADAN MUKA. I try my best not to say these two words to the face, though, I know how piercingly sharp it could be when you are (for example) in regret about something you lost etc.

But still. Let's pray I don't hate you.

I lost my phone in Luton Airport but got a new number. Message me thru Facebook so we could keep in contact.

I moved and there's no Internet connection in this house. Am still considering whether I should buy those broadband thingies. Maybe yes, maybe not.

NB: Mak, bukan orang yg salah sbb hilang phone. Jangan marah. Haha. Makcik rumah lama tu mmg Yahudi tp dia tak kacau pun. Anyway, da selamat pindah da. :)

Könnte auch häufiger als manchmal sein.

*Die Liebe ist manchmal ein Arschloch.

I Played With the HTML.

Luckily enough, my blog retained shape. Ugh. Will tackle the matter when I have less things on my hands.

Loving It! :D

I installed this new hover code and I love love love it.

Do visit my Facebook page, too! :D

p/s: Cool, ne? You got it. *happy* credits to this guy here.

I Will Never Love You More

Saya Bajet Hot. Seriously.

1. I won't approve people I don't know on Facebook. I don't believe in "Ala, Fb kan gunanya utk tambah kawan?" or such related whatnots. I have over 500 friends already, yg tu pun tak terjaga. So thanks, but no thanks.


2. Many of my girlfriends from school are married, or are warming up to it. So they went on to their next phase of life - congratulations, babes. Ich hab leider den Zug verpasst. :) Just reflecting on my few years back is a real pain in the S, and to think that I have five more years to go before graduating? Sometimes being too ambitious is a right downfall.


3. To prevent my lemaks from accumulating under my lovely lovely goose feather blanket, I went to the city today, alone. As I wandered aimlessly about, an old lady politely let me go up the escalator before her (ironic, isn't it, in Malaysia we always let the elders go first. Here, age is NOTHING). I stood on the steps, thinking about nothing when the lady tapped me on the shoulder. She said, "You have such beautiful hair, why don't you take your scarf off and let it show?" And I was thinking, "Makcik ni penah dtg rumah aku ke, mane dia nmpk rambut cantik?" I stuttered a bit, and answered, "No, no, well, it's also cold now, and it always rains, so its quite practical to wear a scarf," and grinned je lah, ape lagi nk buat. Then she said "Aww, that's a pity, one should be allowed to show that one is pretty," but thank God escalators are not one kilometre long, and I ventured left as soon as I reached the top. She said something else, I do not care to hear as I am making an escape, and so I (being typically German) called out "Thanks!" and didn't look back.


4. I started to hope I have something Malaysian to wear on me as I go around. Not the flag, please, it's too much resemblance to the American. Just to avoid answering for the umpteenth time "No, I'm not from Indonesia, but Malaysia." In Berlin, someone even called out - "Ni hao!"
The unbelievable idiot.
But then he asked me if he was wrong by shaking his head and looked so cute. :)

Ach, ja, Zeile 10, 11, 12, und... err, was kommt danach?*

So you can't. So be it. So let me know exactly. If possible, NOW.

*Ah, yes, line 10, 11, 12, and.. err, what comes after that?

- happened today in class. I totally suck at numbers.

So I Want To Go Public, Too

Weekends with friends always brought late nights and almost-uncontrollable cash flow, but they also means GREAT fun. And gratefully I don't have to spend birth day rolling on my bed trying to plan something to do. Thanks, guys.

Heartiest thanks for all the well-wishes. You guys rock!

Thanks of thousands, too, to the babies Mira and Aisyah for your efforts on baking the cake. It was superbly Starbucks-like! I pity those who doesn't get a taste. :)

Mak and Ayah, I am still waiting for your present. :D

And now it's your turn.

You wrote me a simple blog entry. Though its effects on me wasn't as simple. It made me realise that I'm dreadfully half-blind before, for not noticing how much I am appreciated. Because it wasn't your style to go and write such stuff. It's most of the time dead-fish boring politics (still waiting to read your views on Nicolas Sarkozy hehe). Truly I am amazed at the way you managed to handle 'me'. I am difficult, I know. I am all sorts of things good and bad. I always want this and that and this and that and you breezed through it. I can't say I got away as easy as you - but I am better now at keeping my head cool and not letting my annoyance-over-the-unfulfilled-requests get to me.

I want this to last. I want to stay standing on my feet and get ready for everything but at the same time - I have never wanted to bring someone back home so much before. :)

I am Needing Food.

Though I am already debab debab debab. The urge to munch is irrepressible. I ate, then after a walk to the train station I am ready for something else to eat. And the cold is not helping either. Plus the fact that Ritter Sport Vollnuss is as delicious as sin keeps the denial way away away.

If I Could Scream

1. Eh kau racist, tak bagi aku lintas nape?!
2. Liebe Deutschen, orange is the new black! Pegi sume org beli baju kaler lain! Jgn ragu-ragu lagi. Lagipun ngantuk la pagi-pagi naik bas hitammmm je.
3. Curse you, Fraulein, baju kau sumpah lawa.
4. Curse you double, Fraulein, muke kau lawa gila! Senyum kat aku plak tu. Iskk
5. Hamburg, rilek dlu, jgn sejuk dulu~

Special Case: Anjingmu itu memprovok amarahku

1. Pakcik. Gua tau la ko tak suke mandi. Tp ko mandikan anjing ko bole x? Habis satu bas busuk. Estúpido!
2. Eh, anjing awak comel gila. Nak pijak bole?
3. Hoi kutip laa tahi ni! Gua dah la rabun!
4. Cek abang di sana. Bole x ajar anjing awak pegi WC? Ni asal nmpk tiang je, angkat kaki. Payah betul. Hamburg ni bau sameeee je!
5. Anjing beso mcm serigala takyah la bwk naik tren! Ko tunggang je pon cepat sampai!

And I can imagine the same thing happening when I'm back in Malaysia:

1. Kak, reti beratur?
2. Ni ketapi bila nk sampai?
3. Bukan ko sorang je ade hempon. Jangan ckp kuat-kuat dlm tren bole tak?
4. Starbucksssssss~ nape ko mahallllllll

Morning

Step into a train. Wait on a roadside. Climb on a bus.

Look around you.

What colours do you see?

Black, grey, white, beige, black, black, brown, ooh, red! Then again grey, black, black, black..

Oh. So that explains why it is ridiculously easy to find me in a sea of people. Yellow tudung, pink jacket that does not fit in. Lols

Huh Huh Huh

Ich hab heute versucht, vom Hauptbahnhof nach Hause zu Fuss zu gehen. Nach einer halben Stunde bin ich ja angekommen. Aber leider zurueck am Hauptbahnhof. :)

Feeling adventurous, I decided to walk home today. It took me a half hour by public transport to go back, and I figured out walking won't take too long either. Oh, and I asked for directions at an Indonesian restaurant. Saje je nk ckp Melayu. Walaupun om itu asalnya Indonesia, kok kan masih serumpun? :)

Om itu dengan expertnya bagi direction. Bunyi mcm convincing. So I went confidently, a spring in my steps, even snapping pictures now and then to upload here later. Wait, I'll upload. So here's a few (taken with my Nokia 6288 2MP camera bcz I'm too kedekut to buy a new one):

Steindamm from the right end - this is my tempat lepak, everyday go here to buy food sebab byk tempat halal. 5 minute walk from Central Station

Centrum-Moschee Hamburg - masjid. 3tingkat kot~ :P

Then my camera went kaputt. Seriously. Haha

I walked and walked and walked according to the directions by Om.

A typical street katmanetah. Where I started to doubt the directions. I believe this is the Lange Reihe. Memang lang (long) pun. LOL

And after half an hour I arrived. Voila! Central Station! Back to where I came from. Fishhhhh

Eh, and by the way:

On a sunny morning at Bremen, I found this makcik. :)

Perakness / Jakunness

1. Using some sort of pneumatic rules, German buses lean down to pavements when they stop, so passengers doesn't have to literally climb into them. It's quite unnoticeable actually, but as I first rode on one, I had these damn heavy baggages, and I actually hold on to them to prevent them from sliding. And though most Germans are polite, a few actually laughed seeing me lugging those bags on the bus and in the subway. Damn you schweinehunde :P
2. I don't know if it's a case of trust, but you don't have to show your tickets when you ride a bus or a train. Only if you got unlucky will there be an inspector. Oh yes, and after 9 pm too.
3. You have to open the door yourself upon getting out from trains.
4. The distance of two subway stations are really close, not even a six-minute walk if you don't count waiting to cross roads. Buang karan je naik. Duh
5. Where there is no traffic light for pedestrians, walk confidently across a road and cars will be panting to stop. Even as you wait on the pavement, hesitating, they WILL stop. Do not even worry of getting hit. :P
6. I went into a fitting room. However, the door ends knee-length, and there's a round hole the size of your face on the door. You can even see people passing. Terus x jadi try baju. Haha. But not all fitting rooms are so. Most are closed with curtains. And though it's something I should have been used to, I still am a little bit suprised seeing a boy and a girl get out/in a fitting room together. :)
7. Upon stepping into a shop: "Guten Tag! Hallo!" - cheerily, upon leaving "Danke! Tschus!" even more cheerily! Mesra nya!
   
8. On sunny days, my lecturer doesn't give us homework.
9. It really really really really irks me that the Germans did not use water during istinjak. LOL.
10. Suprisingly. It takes less time than what I thought to get used to being here. And I think I'm slowly turning into an European. Why? Because I stopped converting euros into MYR each time I went shopping. Result is, I did not hesitate too much before buying. It's quite dangerous, though. :)

UncomprehensibIe

I thought, even if you have such a short short time, you could still use the chance. But some people don't think that way, no?

Dush. Rambles

I woke up (lepas tido lepas sahur laa hehe) and terus start packing. Bad news: Beg itu sangat kosong.

Haritu ayah tanya, "Nak pegi bwk rempah ape ni?" - ayahku paham anaknye mmg noob.

Yours truly pon jwb : " Nak bwk rempah instant, masuk dalam kuali trus jadi lauk,"

Bapakku pon kate: "ohh. adeee~"

wahaha.

Along cite. Mak nak buat ketupat minggu ni. Ayatnye: "Nak buat ketupat laa. Nak kasi zati, nnt dia kat sana raya takde ketupat, siannn."

Along pun OK la. Kejap tu mak ckp lagi: "Tp sebenarnye mak yang nak makan!"

Geram plak rasanye. haha

Keta takde plak. Nak gi kedai ni beli rempah! Haha. Semangat lebih. Satgi banyak tu rempah bwk pegi, banyak tu jugak la bawak balik. ;)

Nak beli baju lagi rasanye. Smlm eksen. ahaha. Uhh. Nak shopping!

Because Good Boys are Hard to Find.

Last night I when I got back in our apartment, there was this uneasy feeling left inside after an intense conversation (CONVERSATION, mind you) and I wanted distraction. Distraction, however, had disappeared for a few minutes, looking for new movies to copy. Then for those few minutes I was simply lost looking for somebody, and I have never, ever, felt so helpless.

Now almost everybody's gone. And solitude never suits me really, it always left me running through pessimistic thoughts. Well, as far as this euphoria goes, I must admit that I am scared. And all the time a part of me will be somewhere else - I will always be incomplete.

Plus having to prepare rendang myself on Hari Raya? Mein Gott - mak, masuk cepat dalam beg!

What a Small World We Are Living In!

I did some profile-jumping at Facebook just now and found out that most of the people on my friends list are in some way or other connected to me, let it be that I have never even heard of them before.

For example.

I am friends with A. I have a crush on C. Both of them are on Fb.

A went to school with B. He told me B is very cute. So out of gatalness, I added B as a friend on Fb. One night when I couldn't sleep, I viewed all the 234 of B's pictures. And I saw that B is actually is in the same university with C's girlfriend! Lame to you, maybe, but to me it's schoking!

I have a classmate, D, her ex-boyfriend is E. I have a friend, F, we were once classmates. Again, all of them are on Fb. I never knew E, chatted with him once or twice, he saw me once at some kedai makan but my rabunness saved me from him, and that's about all. But then I noticed E's comments on F's page. They were close friends, really!

We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.

How high you fly, how low you went, there will always be somebody that knows you in some way, if only you know how and where to look. Never forget your roots, never forget who you are.

Kents

1. Dari mana asal kentut?
Dari gas dalam usus. Gas dalam usus berasal dari udara yg kita telan, gas yang menerobos ke usus dari darah, gas dari reaksi kimia & gas dari bakteria dalam perut.

2. Apa komposisi kentut?
Bervariasi. Makin banyak udara anda telan, makin banyak kadar nitrogen dalam kentut (oksigen dari udara terabsorbsi oleh tubuh sebelum sampai di usus). Adanya bakteria serta reaksi kimia antara asam perut & cairan
usus menghasilkan karbon dioksida. Bakteria juga menghasilkan metana & hidrogen. Proporsi masing-masing gas tergantung apa yang anda makan, berapa banyak udara tertelan, jenis bakteria dalam usus, berapa lama kita menahan kentut. Makin lama menahan kentut, makin besar proporsi nitrogen, karena gas-gas lain terabsorbsi oleh darah melalui dinding usus. Orang yang makannya tergesa-gesa kadar oksigen dalam kentut lebih banyak karena tubuhnya tidak sempat mengabsorbsi oksigen.

3. Kenapa kentut berbau busuk?
Bau kentut karena kandungan hidrogen sulfida & merkaptan. Kedua senyawa ini mengandung sulfur (belerang). Makin banyak kandungan sulfur dalam
makanan anda, makin banyak sulfida & merkaptan diproduksi oleh
bakteri dalam perut, & makin busuklah kentut anda. Telur & daging punya peranan besar dalam memproduksi bau busuk kentut. Kacang-kacangan berperanan dalam memproduksi volume kentut, bukan dalam kebusukannya.

4. Kenapa kentut menimbulkan bunyi?
karena adanya vibrasi lubang anus semasa kentut diproduce. Kerasnya bunyi tergantung pada kecepatan gas.

5. Kenapa kentut yg busuk itu hangat & tidak bersuara?
Salah satu sumber kentut adalah bakteria. Fermentasi bakteria & proses pencernaan memproduksi panas, hasil sampingnya adalah gas busuk. Ukuran gelembung gas lebih kecil, hangat & jenuh dengan produk metabolisme
bacteria yg berbau busuk. Ini kemudian menjadi kentut, walau hanya kecil volumenya, tapi SBD (Silent But Deadly)

6. Berapa banyak kentut diproduksi sehari?
Rata-rata setengah liter sehari dalam 14 kali kentut.

7. Berapa waktu yang diperlukan oleh kentut untuk melakukan perjalanan ke hidung orang lain?
Tergantung kondisi udara, seperti kelembaban, suhu, kecepatan & arah angin, berat molekul gas kentut, jarak antara 'transmitter' dengan 'receiver'. Begitu meninggalkan sumbernya, gas kentut menyebar & konsentrasinya berkurang. Kalau kentut tidak terdeteksi dalam beberapa detik, ini bermaksud mengalami pengenceran di udara & hilang ditelan udara selama-lamanya. Kecuali kalau anda kentut di ruang sempit, seperti lift, di dalam kereta, kandungannya lebih banyak, sehingga baunya akan tinggal dalam waktu lama sampai akhirnya diserap dinding.

8. Betulkah laki-laki kentut lebih kerap daripada perempuan?
Tidak ada kaitannya dengan gender.. Kalau benar, ini berrti perempuan menahan kentutnya, & saat kentut banyak sekali jumlah yg dikeluarkan.

9. bilakah masa biasanya orang kentut?
Pagi hari di toilet. yang disebut "morning thunder". Kalau resonansinya bagus, boleh kedengaran di seluruh penjuru rumah.

10. Mengapa makan kacang-kanagan menyebabkan banyak kentut?
kacang-kacangan mengandung zat gula yg tidak boleh dicerna tubuh. Gula tsb (raffinose, stachiose, verbascose) jika mencapai usus, bakteri di usus
langsung berpesta pora & membuat banyak gas. Jagung, kubis, susu juga penyebab banyak kentut (bukan baunya!).

11. Selain makanan, apa saja penyebab kentut?
Udara yang tertelan, makan terburu-buru, makan tanpa dikunyah, minum soft drink, naik pesawat udara (karena tekanan udara lebih rendah, sehingga gas di dalam usus mengalami ekspansi & muncul sebagai kentut).

12. Apakah kentut sama dengan sendawa, tapi muncul dari lain lubang?
Tidak... sendawa muncul dari perut, komposisi kimianya lain dengan kentut. Sendawa mengandung udara lebih banyak, kentut mengandung gas yang diproduksi oleh bakteria lebih banyak.

13. Kemana perginya gas kentut kalau ditahan tidak dikeluarkan?
Bukan diabsorbsi darah, bukan hilang kerana bocor.. Tapi bermigrasi ke bahagian atas menuju usus & pada gilirannya akan keluar juga. Jadi bukan lenyap, tapi hanya mengalami penundaan.

14. Mungkinkah kentut terbakar?
Biasa saja. Kentut mengandung metana, hidrogen yg combustible (gas alam mengandung komponen ini juga). Kalau terbakar, nyala-nya berwarna biru kerana kandungan unsur hidrogen.

15. Mengapa kentut & kucing lebih busuk?
Kerana & kucing adalah karnivor (pemakan daging). Daging kaya akan protein. Protein mengandung banyak sulfur, jadi bau kentut binatang ini lebih busuk.Lain dengan herbivor seperti kambing, kuda,gajah, yang memproduksi kentut lebih banyak, lebih lama, lebih keras bunyinya, tapi relatif tidak berbau.

16. Betulkah pening kepala kalau mencium bau kentut 2-3 kali berturut-turut?
Kentut mengandung sedikit oksigen, mungkin sedikit saja anda mengalami pening kepala kalau mencium bau kentut terlalu banyak.

17. Apakah warna kentut?
Tidak berwarna. Kalau warnanya orange seperti gas nitrogen oksida, akan ketahuan siapa yang kentut.

18. Apakah kentut itu asid, alkali atau neutral?
Asid, karena mengandung karbondioksisa (CO2) & hidrogen sulfida (H2S)

19. Apa yang terjadi kalau seseorang kentut di planet Venus?
Planet Venus sudah banyak mengandung sulfur(belerang) di lapisan udaranya, jadi kentut di sana pun tidak ada pengaruhnya

Survey 1.

1. Beside ur lips,where is the favourite spot to get kissed?

Where it tickles. :D

2. How did u feel when u woke up this morning?

Dejected. Confused, as always. And a little bit of regret.

3. Who was the last person / people you took photo with ?

Adhi, yesterday, in class. He was doing these stupid facial expressions and I could not resist. :)

4. Would u consider urself spoiled ?

Not very much. But if you count laziness in, then I am very much spoiled.

5. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?

Yes.

6. Do you want someone to be dead?

Yes, myself.

7. What does your last text message say?

"xla. dok uma je.." from my sister.

8. What are you thinking right now ?

"Next time you are doing something be sure you've weighed the consenquences."

9. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?

Yes, to rid me of this cold. Hehe

10. What was the time you went to bed last night ?

Before 1am.

11. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now ?

This baju kurung belongs to my sister. :D

12. Is someone on your mind right now?

Yes.

Random Thoughts Part II

1. I was bitten tonight but sadly not by Edward Cullen. My roomate lost all sanity as she bit me, and I carry now a not-so-lovely bite mark on my arm.
2. I am the first to have finished my homework tonight. Yes. Homework. I want to get away from this foundation year as soon as possible - I want to call them homework assignments. It was getting duller, as you might have experienced when you go through four years of preparation programme while at the same time repeating everything.
3. I read once that the more intelligent people listen to U2 and Radiohead. So in my efforts to be a little less shallow (like Faris once put it), I would like recommendations on tracks from these two musicmakers. Hehe. Not exactly that reason by the way - but I want to experience new music. Usually when I did these efforts on my own I tend to crinkle my nose at the song I found - they were not exactly to my liking.
4. My classmates and I, we are so going to burn in hell when we die.
5. There are usually a lot of differences between what I say and what I mean.
6. If there is a way to escape from this continuous thirst, I will do it gladly.

the Einstein Says:

Sich verlieben ist nicht das Dümmste, was der Mensch tut - die Gravitation kann aber nicht dafür verantwortlich gemacht werden.

Falling in love is not at all the most stupid thing that people do — but gravitation cannot be held responsible for it.

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity.

If the bee disappears from the surface of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live. No more bees, no more pollination ... no more men!

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

I do not know with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

Never memorize what you can look up in books.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

Hey, Kena Tipu! HAHAHA

1. Tak mahu salahkan sapa-sapa pun , okey? On my behalf actually tak kesah pun sangat. Tau dah, all these management problems are sure to occur sooner or later. Biasa lah. But its our parents. Ni yang buat malas nak balik kampung Sungai Udangku yang terchenta tu. Nanti orang tanya-tanya. Budak-budak muda classmate ku, xpe lagi. Daku? Masuk ni dah 3 kali x jadi fly!
2. Postponement is acceptable. Tapi 'until further notice' tu yang tak sedap didengar. We want something concrete!
3. Tiba-tiba mata gatal. Habis eyeliner smudge.
4. Mula-mula masa cuti penggal, punye laa tunggu offer letter from BPG (nk kasi fly). Tunggu punye tunggu, janggut pun tumbuh sikit dah (bukan sayelah hehe). Tak ada surat apa-apa. Kitorang tak sangka pula Isnin ade class. Pastu sombong plop (ehe mintak maap senior2ku cohort 1) tak pegi tanye sapa-sapa. Amik kau = Nimm das! Orang lain dah start class, budak Jerman melepak lagi kat umah. Yelah, bajet nk fly dah, sape tau kena masuk class balik? Haa lumba-lumba la pegi beli tiket balik KL petang Isnin tu.
5. Balik laa IPBA terhegeh-hegeh. Dapat tau kena buat B1+ plak 6weeks. Flight postponed! Down gila mase tu. Rase nk lari 3000m. Kehairanan x dpt elak, kenapa bole jadi mcm gini? Jangan laa ckp dgn kitorg - kata mmg dah plan postponement ni from last year + nk buat bridging course mcm class French. Pelik. Kenapa sebelum cuti secebis cerita pasal bridging tu, kitorang bole tak tau? Ada ayam sembunyi dalam nasi pataya ke, mcm kat Ali? Oh, rupanya. Mula-mula dapat tau, pasal list name. Katanye tak sampai ke BPG. Sebab tu surat tak boleh keluar. Rasanya soft copy, hard copy suma bagi dah. Tak apalah. Dalam pada nk tunggu tu, kitorang bole buat-buat belajar Jerman. Tapi tak pernah nafsu belajarku setumpul ini. :(
6. Kena marah bertubi-tubi. Budak Jerman memang nakal. Diorg ingat, dah nk fly, tak payah pegi class la ye? Korang ingat korang pandai sangat buat keputusan sendiri? Korang saje ambik kesempatan, ye? Suke duduk rumah melepak? Oh, korang cakap tak tau ade class. Habis selama ni, tiap-tiap kali lepas cuti, ade orang dtg jumpa korang, bgtau - "esok ade class, ye, sila datang pukul 8" - mcmtu? Ape? Foundation kat IPBA setahun - 2 semester? Fikir balik. Korang masuk last year berapa haribulan? Hari ni berapa haribulan? Dah cukup setahun? Haa. Tak kira laa 20 sem pun, kalau belum cukup 365 hari, tak kira setahun!
7. Lepas tu pasal visa application. OK, part of it are our faults too, ade yang sampai lambat terhegeh-hegeh (aku laa tu). Lepas tu salah isi plak, tak certify segala. Habis kelam kabut satu JBA nak tolong budak Jerman punye pasal. Terbang-terbang suma kertas, cop, pen hitam pen biru segala. Terima kasih banyak-banyak, semua lecturer JBA. Bersungguh-sungguh mereka sign photostated copies sume. Siap akhirnya. Bola hantar. BPG tunggu visa siap, baru nak kasi date. Tak apalah. We wait.
8. Last week pegi buat visa. German Embassy gila cool. Visa free - belum gtau mak lagi ni ;) - plus bole siap dlm masa seminggu saja. Bengang sikit sbb sbnrnye tak payah buat medical checkup pun - tp xpelah, FREE beb! :)) Visa siap by this Wednesday, to be exact. I whooped there and then. Suddenly the world seems to be a happier place, and everybody are exceptionally beautiful.
9. The same week seorang wakil from BPG datang. Tapi takde jumpa kami pun. Tak apa. Tak kisah. Tapi bila dpt tau mereka mintak wakil call embassy and lambatkan validity visa tu (apetah term, xtau) supaya boleh nk postponekn lagi kitorang fly ke Germany, tiba-tiba kelasku yang spesel ada aircond jadi panas. A few of my classmates nk pegi jumpa that representative. Tapi x dpt pun. Tak apaaaaaaa.
10. The main point is - Why? Sebab duit, kah? Goethe-Institut won't accept students without payments. Xde hutang-hutang deh! Kalau nak pegi jugak, boleh, tapi tido laa korang tepi jambatan. Tapi skrg summer kot, xpe kan? :D Atau sebab swine flu, kah? Oh, terima kasih lah, kerana sudi cuba menyelamatkan nyawa kami.
11. Selamat maju jaya, kawan-kawan. Ich liebe euch <3>

List

1. Dont tell us when you think other girls are hot.

2. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials before we get bored.

3. Mark anniversaries on the calendar.

4. We think about you all the time.

5. This is how we see it: Don’t call = Don’t care.

6. Which also means that if we dont call, take a hint.

7. We like you to be a little jealous. But overly possessive is not necessary.

8. We’re allowed to be late. You’re not.

9. Eye contact is the key.

10. Don’t take longer to get ready than we do.

11. Laugh at our jokes.

12. 3 words: honesty, honesty, honesty!

13. Girls can be groupies. Guy groupies are stalkers.

14. Do not start with us. You will not win.

15. Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way? Didn’t think so.

16 If you ask nicely, we`ll answer the same way.

17. We will never have enough clothes or shoes.

18 Open the door for us no matter where we are.

19. We love surprises.

20. Pay attention to the little things we do, because they mean the most.

21. Always brush your teeth before you see us. A fresh mouth and white teeth are a necessity.

22. Clean your room before we come over.

23. Even though you’re sometimes insensitive and hurt us, we still love you with everything we are.

24. Don’t act hard around your friends

25. Sometimes “NO” really means “NO!”.

26. “Wife beaters” are not an adequate form of fashion.

27. Sensitive guys are great.. but crying more than we do in a movie just isn’t right.

28. Dont let ex-girlfriends cause drama, relationships are stressful enough.

29. It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays.

30. “Fat chicks” have feelings, too.

31. Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears, yelling, & nasty looks add up to = YOU DiD SOMETHiNG WRONG.

32. The excuse “I can’t dance” is unacceptable. We'll appreciate the simple fact that you're trying. (applies to almost everything)

33. Just because a girl doesn't pick up on the first ring, doesn't mean she"s not waiting by the phone.

34. You dont have to spend a lot; if it means a lot.

35. Dont say you love me if you dont mean it.

36. Dont lie to us. We will catch you - its just a matter of time.

37. Dont you ever answer our question with only ONE word! We hate it!

38. Just BE by our side when shopping means you are not allowed to flirt while we shopping

39. Please give us some comment while shopping.. it's compulsory.

40. When the girls get together, we talk about everything. Meaning, my best friends know everything about you.

credits - Abang Muzakkir. :)

Random Thoughts

1. Suddenly running away appears to be an option; dying seems to be another.


2. It is very easy to fall in love. The hard part is finding someone to catch you.
   


3. I want a guy with the loyalty of Tariq, with the passion and chivalry of Stephen, the talents and words of Edward, the kindness of Rado, the simplicity of Deeds, the machoness of Fahrin Ahmad, the boyish charms of Zac Efron*, the cunning of Jack Sparrow, and the humour of Nabil.
   


4. Jusco is having a dreadfully terribly humongous sale for its members whereas I, the dumbest of them all, lost my Jusco membership card and could not even get in.


5. I wonder why, but the Internet connection here in IPBA is at its fastest during Maghrib. :)

*Kantoi plak ngn Jera aku minat Zac Efron. Adeh

Writer's Block

I have actually a lot of things to post here. But as I turned on my computer (which means instant log in into Facebook) I forgot everything. And my single track mind plus faulty memory did not allow for much mental notes.

Well. Wer A sagt, muss B sagen. So let's randomly start talking about something which has been nagging my mind since a few months ago, when a group of friends introduced me to it.

The Arrival of Antichrist.

I first watched the series downloaded from YouTube, and before I scared myself too much I stopped. It was quite confusing, all a mix of checkered floors, Dajjal, the Freemasons and their New World Order, the 13 stairs, Starbucks and Madonna. Of course, all these are not exactly new, some facts we have known for quite some time, but minus the hidden meaning. Symbols are everywhere! Basically, it involves this group of people who claims that they are waiting for the arrival of the Antichrist, a tremendous power who is the Dajjal himself. They worship him, they believe he will be the one who will rule the world and they, who believe in him, had been preparing for this arrival since thousands of years.

Of course, Muslims believe too in the rise of Dajjal, and also of Imam Mahdi and the second coming of our Prophet Isa A.S. But as we prepare for the upcoming doomsday and the eternal afterlife, these worshippers prepare on the rising of the DJ.* They placed energy-absorbing pyramids at certain places in the whole world, by which they believe that when the last pyramid is built in place, they will unite all the energy and explode at the place where the DJ will be born. I'm not good at describing, you may just imagine Genesis. Or easier even, the creation of stars. And that is why the symbol of the Freemasons (like I've known it from a few years before, correct me if I'm wrong) is a triangle - actually depicting a pyramid - with a single eye inside. As we all know, You-Know-Who is said to have only one eye.

The form of this eye, however, is not clear whether physically or not. I heard, once, that the former US President Mr. George W. Bush was also a DJ. Adeh. They say because he had only one eye for something - power to rule - and his ability to be so evil and merciless, he was the DJ. In these stream of videos, however, Mr. Bush is actually also a worshipper. It told the story of September 11th. Bush was visiting a kindergarten at that fateful time, reading a book to the children. Funnily he read it upside-down. It turned out that the book was special, and as he was reading he was saying mantras known only by the worshippers. Quite Quatsch, I know. But Prescott Bush was member of the Black Brotherhood, so?

And there was Madonna, too, the most prominent and well-known of worshippers. World sees her as a devout Kabbalah - a Jewish. Tapi sini lain plak, she is depicted as a worshipper of DJ, she includes elements of the foundation in almost every dance move, stage performance and music video she have. But as I am too lazy to read on the subject, I will not elaborate on her.

What else. Hmm. The world is in the hands of only one group of people, that fact I assume is a common knowledge (I'm talking economy here - currency, world bank - the usual stuff). And they are also behind this. What irritates me the most is the Freemasons. I thought they wanted only money and power! Little did I know.

And in our beloved harmless little country - you see any big pyramids anywhere? Yessssss. Schade, though. I love that place. And you know, the egyptian figures are also part of the project.

A friend of mine once said to me:

If we really boycott, what would we eat? What do we do? Balik zaman batukah? Doing everything the ancient way?

I was quite struck at that time. He was quite right in a sense. Wait2, I know you don't agree with me. There is a lot we can do if we tried, yes, true, correct. Frankly speaking, I don't rely too much on all these boycotting. So I say now, everything must be in moderation. We must be able to control ourselves, not get carried away (even FB, OK, Ezaty?).

I am not pious, but with all my heart, I believe.

*When I was younger we nicknamed him The DJ because we believed if you keep repeating his name, it's like you are calling upon him. Because speech is also a part of prayers. And I am still quite afraid to this day. :)

For the Sake of Updating

I wrote this entry.

Today I bought a new pair of shoes. Tomorrow we have to shoot a short film. Yesterday I ate a beef lasagna.

Sabotaged Episodes

1. I used to work at a bowling alley once. This girl who works one shift with me are jealous because more people pay attention to me than to her. She's ugly, by the way.
   So she told stories about me to my other colleagues behind my back. And it was not until about one month later somebody asked me: "Why does she hate you so much?"
   And I could only blink back at her in suprise, because I have completely no idea that she despises me. Such a two-faced tray (talam dua muka).
   
   
2. Back when I was in Form 3 I wasn't such a prominent figure like I am today.*
   I was a prefect, yes, and that was it. One fateful Monday, however, a warden called me to a classroom full of sixth-formers. In front of the class, the following happened:
   
   Pn. XXX: Budak-budak asrama ada makan durian tak semalam?
   Saya: Ada.
   Pn XXX: Kenapa awak semua buang kulit2 durian tu dekat koridor kelas?
   Saya: Eh, iye ke? Saya tak tahu. Saya tak makan pun.
   Pn. XXX: Masa ni la awak nk ngaku awk x mkn. Awak jgn nk tipu saya. Berani awk ye?
   Saya: Eh betul, Pn XXX, sy mmg tak mkn durian langsung. Kat rumah pun x mkn.
   Pn. XXX: Tak payah tipu saya. Ada org bgtau saya, dia nampak awk makan durian tu semalam. Dia bagitahu lagi, awak yang suruh buang kulit durian tu dekat tong sampah luar kelas. Pandai2 je awak?
   Saya: Sumpah saya tak makan. Saya x tahu pun diorg ade makan durian kat kelas smlm. Saya egt kat asrama. Sy mmg x mkn durian, nnt sy pening n muntah2.
   Pn. XXX: Saya tak percaya awak. Kenapa awk tipu? Awk dgr sini. Nnt awk pegi kutip kulit durian tu semua sampai bersih, pegi buang. Lepas tu awk balik kelas. Pegi sekarang!
   Saya: Baik.
   
   I left, and I cried on the way back. It was actually still OK to be scolded, though out loud and in front of a classroomful of older girls. Only the thing that hurts so much is that she won't believe me at all.
   
   
3. I went shopping today, and I wanted to buy the long shirt with kain pelekat patterns, like all the girls (in Malaysia at least) are wearing these days. I nearly bought one at Jaspal, but the better part of my mind got me so I didn't. I went then to Jusco to look for cheaper ones. And I found them waiting impatiently for me on racks, so I grabbed a few and went to the fitting rooms.
   Pitiful results await me, however. The shirts are cut straight with no darts like usual shirts do. You know, xde pinggang. And on me, they look like real kain pelekat yang dibalut-balut ke pokok. Tak cantek langsung.
   I am sabotaged by the Malaysian fashion industry. Why do they introduce trends that may only be worn by stick-thin girls? UNFAIR!!

*TIPU - sama je dulu noob, skrg pun noob

So, We Don't Fly. Yet

Flight is postponed until August. And let's pray this H1N1 pandemic does not get worse, or we might have to forget going to Germany altogether.

We have to start class again, at least for another six weeks.

I always wonder, why is it that my problems always come in a heap? Why don't they come one at a time, so that I can settle it nice and proper?

Hai.

• Saya alergic telur. Bila makan telur muke saya jadi gini:

• Mase kat kantin, saye ade crush kat sorg budak ni:

• Cute kan dia? Tengok tangan dia. Mak dia panggil dia Baby. Saye pon ;)

• Baby juge sorg yg sgt rajin.

• Saye sgt bangga dengannya.

Five Days and Bluetooth

Monday saw her cursing her way up the stairs. Her first day at college is a lot more packed than what she had in mind. Plus, the fact that she could never get her bearings right didn’t help. She got lost in the college compound today, twice. Not counting the one time when she could not find the lift to go down the main administration building. And now she is already running late to catch the train. In a few minutes the rush hour starts, and she does not want to get stuck in it.

Too late. People are already queuing. She let out an audible sigh. To be stuck inside a train with people jostling about for half an hour is unimaginable. Not to mention the awful mixed smell of end-of-day perfume and sweat. Yuk. There was no other option. If she called a cab, meaning she is burning a hole in her own pocket. The fare meter in the taxi must be whooping with joy the moment she got in. The roads, too, must be overwhelmed with cars. She called her mother and informed her of her late return today.

Without thinking, she moved towards the very end of the station and sat down on the ceramic-tiled floor. It was a relief to be away from all those smelly people. She pulled out a novel she is currently reading, and in a few minutes was lost in the plot. She took breaks once in a while only to sip some water from a bottle of mineral water she bought.

The steady flow of people still did not thin down even half an hour later, but she was still determined to wait. Her back was already stiff, thus she stretched. Her gaze then falls on the platform opposite her. A boy was sitting there, at the exact opposite place where she was sitting. But he was not reading. He was sitting there, with a very bored expression etched on his face; it was almost painful to watch. His bag was laying there next to him, and from the looks of it, it looked like he had thrown it unceremoniously onto the floor.

She almost smiled at the expression on his face, but bent down quickly towards her book. Anyway, it couldn’t be helped. More than once she stole a glance or two at the boy. He was half-sitting, half-lazing down there, magnificently bored, a little bit disgusted, and his frowning eyes never looked away from the queuing people. He had hair falling into his eyes, and he pushed them away impatiently with his fingers. His feet were tapping away to some rhythm. She adjusted herself a tiny bit to the right, and saw that he had his earphones on.

Sensing the small movement, he turned his head and looked right at her. She nearly freaked out. Quickly she pretended to resume reading. After exactly two and a half minutes later she looked up, pretending to have a drink and in a split second regretted her action. She could then see that she is now the main object of his scrutiny.

The water bottle shivered a little in her hands. ‘You are being stupid,’ she told herself. Never before she had ever experienced this state of nervousness under the gaze of a stranger. Was it also due to the fact that he is quite good-looking in his own way? Could it be ... She sighed. ‘No,’ she told herself firmly. She had long before given up hopes on getting a boyfriend. Her friends told her she is a bit too choosy. But for her, some characteristics are not wrong. A person always wanted the best for himself.

She tore her gaze away from the book she was pretending to read and looked towards the waiting people. It was nearly six. With relief, she saw that the lines are thinner. Getting up, she brushed her trousers and saw in the corner of her eyes that the boy was doing the same. As fast as she can without attracting attention, she hid herself in the crowd. And not one minute later the train arrived.

On Tuesday, she was earlier. She sat down on the waiting bench, and threw a look at the place the boy was sitting yesterday. He was not there. A little bit disappointed, a little bit relieved, she scanned the platform opposite. And saw him looking directly at her, earphones on, leaning against a pillar.

Quickly she averted her eyes. Her heart started hammering and she fumbled in her pockets for her cell. His gaze was still there, looming on her. Braving herself, she lifted her chin and stole a look. There, he quickly looked away. She bit her lips to prevent from smiling.

All too soon the train arrived. She got up, slung her bag over her shoulder and got in, turning her back towards the platform opposite.

Wednesday rained heavily. Her brother had promised to pick her up from college, but called to cancel as soon as the rain started to pour. It was useless, really, seeing as her brother only rides a motorcycle to work. Let him be wet, she preferred the dryness of the trains.

Brushing the water away from her clothes, she tried as casually as possible to look for the boy. It was beginning to be a habit; he was already part of her daily routine. But alas, today he was nowhere to be found. She sat herself on the bench, feeling as gloomy as the rain. Unconsciously she took out her cell, merely looked at it and kept it away again. She had been there not thirty seconds, but she had already started cursing the rail company for having very slow trains which are altogether not enough to ensure that the increasing number of passengers every day may travel in comfort. She got annoyed at the person standing in front of her, who is blocking her view from the platform aisle opposite. More than once she huffed irritably, all the while tapping her foot impatiently.

A lightning flashed, and then a loud thunder stroke and she jumped a little. She looked at the heavy rain pouring cats and dogs, and suddenly had to hide a smile at imagining cats and dogs falling from the sky. Then she nearly knocked herself on the head for the sudden mood change, but at the last moment caught herself. It will not do to be seen doing crazy things in public. She turned away. Almost at the same moment she saw him, his hair wet, climbing the last stair step.

Her heart jumped from joy. Why is it such a pleasure to see him, she was not sure. He pushed his sloppy hair impatiently from his forehead, looked at his watch, and then turned to look right at her. She was petrified, their gazes locked. And unexpectedly, he smiled at her.

She nearly melted in the sweet warmth of the smile, all on a cold, rainy afternoon.

The train arrived. She automatically got up, went aboard, then sat at the nearest available seat in the train. All the way back she cursed herself repeatedly for not returning his smile.

Then it was Thursday, and she was a determined girl. She is going to smile back at him today. Or she is going to smile at him, whatever comes first. She skipped the last stair step with a flourish and hopefully scanned the opposite platform. He was not there. Never mind, never mind, she will sit there at her usual bench and wait. So she sat, and waited.

Her train arrived, and she looked at it blankly. Of all the days, it came early today. She made then to get up, but stopped herself just in time. He would not know if she let a train pass while waiting for him. People looked at her curiously, and she glared back at them, daring them to ask why she did not get on board. And the train went, leaving her view of the opposite platform free. He was still not there.

She looked at her watch. Thirty minutes before the rush hour. He should be here by now. Sighing, she took out her novel and began to read, but caught herself reading the same line a few times. She got up and leaned against a pillar, where she can see the stairs on his side of platform. Her mind told her it was stupid to wait for him this way. ‘You do not even know him,’ it said. ‘It is useless. Maybe he went back already,’ it said again. She bit her lips. It is up to her to decide. ‘No, wait, I know he is not here yet,’ her heart protested. Her mind started to scream back. Willing the voices to go away, she shook her head vigorously and ignored a girl standing next to her, who jumped a little at her sudden act.

The next train arrived, and she slowly walked in, though not without a little doubt. The doors were already closing when she saw him running up the stairs. She raised her hand, her mouth already half-opened to call him when she realized that she did not even know his name. But then she saw his disappointed face scanning the insides of the train, and thus waved her hand energetically at him. He saw it. And his face broke into a smile. She grinned back, flowers blooming in her chest. The inconsiderate train started to move and still they grinned at each other.

Friday left her in a doubt. What time will he be going back today? In the middle of the day, or will he wait until afternoon? She walked slowly towards the station after class. It was a really sunny midday, and the heat was almost unbearable. She regretted not bringing an umbrella. But she is really thinking about the boy. What is it that was so special about him? Isn’t he just an unimportant passer-by in her long stretch of life? Who is he actually? A student, maybe, but where? Is there another college in the vicinity?

Honk!

The car horn startled her, waking her up from her thinking. She had nearly crossed the road without looking right and left, her left foot already leaving the curb. Her hand flew to her chest in relief. ‘Always what you have when you got boys on your mind – danger,’ her heart told her. More carefully, she made her way towards the station.

Like every other day, her eyes scanned the area for him. And today they did not disappoint her. He is there, leaning against a pillar, already smiling at her. She smiled back, suddenly turning red and cursing herself for that. He took out his cell and waved it at her. She stared at him, completely clueless. Her expression made him stifle a laugh, and she saw that. Promptly she composed herself, and took out her cell, too, without knowing exactly why she did that. But the boy seemed satisfied. He mouthed something at her. What? She shook her head. He mouthed something again, this time more slowly, and she chuckled at his funny face. He waited. She did nothing. He mouthed something again. She got annoyed.

“If I could read lips, I would have been a secret agent by now!” She said, out loud. A few people sniggered. The boy merely smiled. She had a feeling he could not hear what she said.

True. He started pointing at his cell, his shirt, then at his mouth, grinning all the time. She was more than baffled. He pointed again at those three things. She frowned in concentration. What could he mean by his cell? I have my cell, but I don’t have his number. Okay, maybe something to do with cells. The shirt. What brand is his shirt? Oh, I couldn’t see from here. It is white with baby blue stripes. Wow, the color really suited his fair skin. No, no, don’t get distracted. And the mouth? What do people do with a mouth? Eat? Smile? Bite? Kiss?

The trains arrived, first at her side, then at his. Both ignored them, waiting impatiently for the trains to pass.

The moment the coast was clear, she shook her head at him in frustration. He scratched his head, then shrugged. He started pointing at his shirt again, this time mouthing something afterwards. Something ‘U’.

U? Woo? Du? Blue? Yes! Blue! His shirt is blue, so that explains it. She nodded excitedly. He maintained his cool. Then he pointed to his grin. Grin. Smile. Teeth, maybe? She showed him her teeth, feeling stupid all the way. But he nodded and grinned, then waved his cell again. Ok, next. Now what does the color blue, teeth, and cells have in common?

Her brain is practically whirring.

Bluetooth?

She nearly screamed from her excitement. He was nodding his head, also thrilled. She quickly turned on the Bluetooth device on her cell, and then looked at him.

He was sending her a file, and she approved the transfer.

A cartoon picture of girl waiting at a train station, then the screen turned black, and numbers flashed across the screen. His phone number.

She texted him. ‘Got it,’ she said.

He replied. ‘Took u quite long there. J’

She laughed out loud, and suddenly did not want to go home.

Crushed Again

Semalam Rado kata,

Intan, kamu nggak mau kan kalau aku sendirian?

Su-weet.

KBA - Kantin Bapak Aku

Hari ini Isnin. Hari sekolah pertama Penggal 2. Dan secara kebetulan, I ade kat rumah. Sebab I kan masih lagi menanti buah mata kucing kat rumah I masak.
Bapak I call pagi-pagi lagi. Suro pegi kantin, arini ramai orang tak datang katanye. Adoiyai. I pun guling-guling laa masuk bilik air nk mandi. Tengok kat cermin, huh, muke goldfish macam ni:



Mata bengkak abis. Nasib baik kantin sekolah rendah je. Ngee

Sampai-sampai da kena potong timun untuk nasi lemak (yang I perah santannya smlm. Hehe. Nak cakap jugak). Depa kata timun tu potong empat. I pun kompiden laa potong empat, mcm kat bwh ni:



Huh lunyai timun tu I kejekan. Tibe-tibe. Anak mak busuku datang dan sound I, dia kata I salah potong. Ohh rupanya kena potong serong. Okey okey. Ehh. Tapi camne? Si Echa pun ajar. Budak tu baru Form 1. Heh. Sengih je laa. Dia kata jugak,

"Suma yang kau silap potong tu kau makan eh?"

Sabauuuu.

Pastu 10.15, rehat. Budak-budak ni panggil I makcik. H*wau punye budak-budak. 18 kali I tegur : "Akak laa!"
5 saat kemudian dia panggil makcik lagi.

Yes true, I love kids, and they love me (I think). Tee hee. Aber wenn sie viel, laut und hungrig sind...

Better I don't have anything to do with them. *loud sigh*

Lepas rehat, Mak Busuku iaitu ketua tukang masak merangkap Taiche KBA telah menyuruh I menyapu lantai. I pun pegi dengan macho sekali.

Dah separuh kantin gua sapu, gua da start minta ampun pada Allah S.W.T. banyak-banyak dalam hati, sebab gua rasa gua bole jato pengsan sambil menyapu tu. Penat weyhh. Gilalah. Bayangkan perasaan kite bukak posa, teguk air yang pertama. Sejuk, dingin, nyaman. Terasa air mengalir ke perut. Nikmat gila? Rase mcm dunia ini sungguh indah, kan? Haa. Macam tu laa gua rasa lepas siap gua menyapu.

Pastu gua buat apetah gua lupa suda.

Tapi gua ingat gua kena basuh longkang. Huh. Kalau kat Sungai Udang, tiga tahun sekali pun tak tentu lagi gua nak basuh longkang. Haha. Takpe. Besok gua ponteng aa. XD

Gua load gambar gua basuh longkang.

Oh ye. Ade plak cikgu-cikgi yang kerek ngn gua. Apehal kak. Rilek suda laa. Tau aa gua chun byk. Takyah jeles, accept the fact. Ahaha.

Ok bye. Gua kena buat donut.

A Piece of Red Thread

She walked with confident strides into the room, posture straight, chin high, steps firm and confident, all the while maintaining a friendly face. At the nearest vacant seat, she sat herself down, nodding agreeably to the person next to her. And she made a fuss over her things, arranging her file and notebook on the tiny table. Then only she turned to her neighbor and smiled cordially at her. Handshakes are exchanged, and they started to tell about themselves. She answered questions carefully, never giving more information than what was asked. It is her own private principle.

Then she looked about the room, at the other nine or so people who were there. She smiled at those who caught her eye. But she still kept guard. She had decided to let others not see her real personality. She wanted people to think that she is a no-nonsense, intelligent girl, but at the same time friendly and cordial. And by this time, she was confident enough that she had achieved her goal.

At that precise moment, the girl next to her neighbor pointed to her left shoe. A piece of red thread, obvious even at quite a distance, is stuck to her black shoe heel. She bent down and slowly removed it. It really looked quite ridiculous. All this while, people must have been laughing at her, whispering behind their hands and pointing at the thread. Her image is ruined, all because of a piece of red thread. And her newly-erected wall of self-esteem crumbled again.

To see a world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.

It is amazing, that when you have so little time, you begin to appreciate everything. And when you stop to think about something, you ca see good in everything.

I Try to Get Rid of It But I Could Not.

My emak. Dia telah sabotajku pagi ini, dengan menyuruhku membawa durian naik bas dari Melaka ke KL untuk adik beradikku yang ada di sana. Nasib baik daku bukan berasal dari Perlis, dan kakak-kakakku tidak tinggal di Johor.
Durian itu dia keluarkan isinya dan letak di dalam balang Choclairs yang memang banyak ada di rumah. Kemudian dia dengan penuh gaya meletakkan balang itu di dalam beg plastik Roxy yang dia jumpa dalam bilik. Adoiyai emakku.
Oleh kerana awal-awal lagi daku dah pening dengan bau durian, daku pun keluarkan balang berisi isi durian tersebut. Kubalut kemas-kemas dengan kertas suratkhabar lama banyak-banyak. Kemudian ku cari-cari selotep. Mane selotep ni. Makku suruh cari di meja komputer. Tak ada. Aishh. Stapler pun jadilah.
Daku pun mengetip-ngetip balutan suratkhabar itu kat mana-mana yang boleh. Jadilah. Memang menjadi lumrahku membuat kerja cincai. Kasihan kepada anak-anak muridku dan anak-anakku besok. Lepas itu daku letak bungkusan dalam plastik Tesco pulak, dan kuikat lagi kuat-kuat biar tiada bau waima sedikit pun di hujung-hujung hidung, yang boleh lepas keluar.
Kubawa juga durian ke KL naik bas Jebat yang cuma ada 8 orang penumpang, sambil membaca buku John Grisham. Double the Pening.
Tapi emak sudah suruh, apa mau buat.



Alahai emak, jangan kahwinkan aku.

Please Send Me URLs of Websites Where I Can Find Cantek Blogger Templates.

Saya pemalas, even to google.

Thank you.

He!

I have a huge ego. Once I refused to accept apology from a friend for no reason at all. To apologise myself, mmg very far away lah kan.
So when i say sorry, meaning I'm feeling very guilty I couldn't get it out of my head and I simply gotta say sorry. If u are too dumb to see that, then you're simply dense. Go mkn kismis or take some leticin or however u spell that. Go stuff your head in the wastebasket because I'm not going to satisfy you by being apologetic or sad or ape2lah just because you don't want to accept what I said, which is, by the way, very true.

This ego of mine applies only for quite serious circumstances lah. If I accidentally stepped on your foot and said sorry it's a totally diff thing ok?

Emo siot blog aku ni. Ahaha. Have a good day.

P/S: My title is cute, na? Ehe. Pinjam kat orang. =)

I Swear Upon My Black Eyeliners

that I will make it to Germany this year.

By the way, I'm quite under pressure. My lecturer keeps on saying:

"Sekarang dah ada yang hampir lawan Izzati"

"Hari ni Izzati pun banyak salah"

"Lain kali jangan bagi Izzati menang"

Although she said it mainly to motivate the others, I couldn't help feeling like an outcast. Nobody likes me. =(

But the most touching:

"One can also fail exams, you know. Especially when they think they're so clever."

She said it when after giving back a corrected letter I wrote. Of course I do mistakes. Who could write a perfect letter? Maybe after a few corrections, yes. Plus I like to experiment with words when I do exercises. Of course I use it wrongly sometimes.

But I do admit that I did quite a lot of careless, grammatical errors. But I have Attention Deficit Disorder. My attention tends to ebb away after a short while. I need to to meditate, maybe? Or even do yoga. Bole kurus. Hee.