lessons from Titanic

Yesterday, me and the gals watched Titanic at Mimi's house.
Besides making a million girls (and boys) across the globe weep endlessly wishing they had "Jack",
I just realised the most important lesson James Cameron was trying to teach:
The meaning of true love

what does a fiften year old know about true love, eh?

Well, I believe,

that true love can only be proved, at desperate times.

In this case, a sinking ship.

I believe that if someone truly loves you, they would die for you.

Just like how Jack would for Rose, and vice versa *sniff

So, if you merely have a boyfriend,

would you actually die for him?

kowing that, he's going to find another girl and live happily ever after,

while you're 6 foot under the ground.

meh, life's a b***h

So before saying "I love you" (especially to those 12 year olds -_-')

In you're head, think: If a car comes crashing to us right now, I'm gonna defend him.

haha...not gonna happen, mate :)

So instead of wallowing on the ground wishing you were out of the 'friendzone' with a guy you like,

spend time with the people who actually would die for you.

I'll leave it to you guys to guess who they are.

hint: They worked their butts of for you to live happy*

hmm...who could it be??

sincerely,

hdyh

Mo own half chaps!

Despite having to walk from D'pangkin all the way to
jln. kubah everyday wearing a jubah,
 or the fact that school starts in 7days,

   
doesn't bring me down knowing that...

I'm getting my own equestrian apparell and equipment!!

Half chaps?
Oh yes baby

riding boots?
I'm crying of happiness right now!

whip?
definitely mine

Helmet?
knowing that I don't have to use the stinky old helmet they provide at my riding school,
HELL YEAH!!

I'm going to buy them at equinekl in ampang.
sure its pricey but,
its my PMR present :)
I'm bleeding with happiness.
I'm jumping with joy
my dream,
its becoming a picture rather then the jumbled up puzzle pieces I always saw them to be.

Me, a normal Malaysian girl, whose dream was to become an amazing equestrian, is coming to life.

I've wanted this since I was 4.
"Ma, kata nak bawak Hidayah pergi belajar kuda?"
"not now Hidayah!"

after 11 years, my prayers have finally been answered.


Last-last saturday, I finally mastered the rising trot.

now I know that riding isn't easy,
but when you get the hang of it,
you feel like flying,
like you're free,
like the last scene of 'flicka'.
The most amazing feeling ever.

eventhough in the background, I could hear the instructor yelling:

"berdiri tinggi lagi, heels down, lower your reins, look infront, breathe normally",

me and my horse were completely in a different world.
well, atleast I was

last week, my instructor (adifferent one) was really funny.
He was like:

him: kenapa kuda selalu angguk?
me: uhh...
 him: tanya dia, kenapa dia suka angguk.
me: *to horse "kenapa suka angguk?"
him: *buat2 suara kuda "sebab saya cukup rein"

then, he asked us (me and three other girls training with me) to trot with one hand.
With the other hand like this:

lol

instructor: "buat muka macho sikit. buat macam lelaki handsome!"

then, we were all trotting in one line when one of the horses yg ditunggang oleh one of the girls in front of me stopped.

the girl turned around and asked the peson behind her what to do to make her horse walk again.

They were having a long conversation filled with blurred looks.

because the horse wasnt responding.

Then the instructor said:

"bincang tentang sekolah ke? ke tengah kira berapa hari lagi sampai sekolah buka?"

pastu dia buat suara perempuan: (to imitate the girls talking)

"pencilbox you warna apa?

"oh, Pencilbox I warna pink"

I was laughing like crazy!

My little pony :)

weee :)
 I'm super happy!

I can control a horse by myself now!

After 7 lessons, I can finally trot and control a horse soely by myself.

I just cant mount on the horse without a mounting block.

hahah, oh well.

:)

:)

Petua Syaheerah

"Ilmu ni semua daripada Allah, Hidayah. dia boleh tarik bila-bila je"

I don't see what this 'saying' has anything to do with what I'm about to write but, oh well :)
anyway, Alhamdulillah, I got 8A's.

I was expecting to see Jco today at the 'result giving ceremony' :(
well, I did see a small 'part' of him, which completely ignored me, and I too, ignored him.
(Don't worry, you're not supposed to understand)

Anyway, its kind of surprising honestly,

Before the sejarah exam,
We went to Qistina's house.
My brain was not equipped with adequate knowledge about the  history of Malaysia.
Sejarah oh, sejarah kenapa kau jahat?
you force-feed my brain with;
"who Sir Ivor Jennings is" (but seriously, who is he?)
and who killed him (he died right?)

Kalau ust.Azka baca, habis aku.

so, we went to Qistina's house on the day of the exam,
oh you know, the house with the pond in the middle of her living room?!
and we just talked about non-sejarah stuff.

at first, punya semangat nak baca!
we took out our sejarah text books,
Put them on the bed,
and left them there...

then we talked about cats and mating season and normal girl stuff.

kh lagi lah,
dah lah we I never pay attention to KH,
Kaedah gaul dan ramas kuih apa?
(Ok again, seriously. kuih apa? )

but my BI tak cemerlang???
Out of all subjects, biar betul.
I'm not boasting, but BI is genuinely the only subject I'm good at.
This is a small part of what I wrote in my PMR paper, literature section:

EDIT: I didn't see the "kerja kursus" on top of the slip,  so I thought that.. yeah..

anyway, this is a small segment I wrote in my BI paper:

"From that day on, the hatred seeped into his cold veins like venom leaving him feeling less. Except towards one person, the person even a monster could fall for. He wanted Christine, longed for her love but alas, Raoul reached the finish line faster then he ever could."

Thank you Allah,
Kun Faaya Kun

RESULTS!!

Today I got my results.
no, not a HIV blood test,
 or urine testfor testing of cocaine,
but instead, my PMR results

Alhamdulilla,

I got 8A's

eventhough when I was doing KHB paper I was like,

"I have no chance, I have no chance, I have no chance"

But a friend once told me,

"Expect the unexpected"

Good maid bad maid

Have you ever had a maid before?
ever since I was seven all the way up until I'm 15,
I've had 8 maids.
(beforehand, I want to apologize because I will be using some bad words)

Halimah.

She was the first maid we ever had. I liked her a lot. we would play football everytime I got back from school.

Ani

Our second maid.
She loved to smoke. Her pants were always so baggy and it always went way above her ankles which I find very unattractive.

Aini

She was the weird one.
She always had nightmares and always screamed in her sleep.
One day, my mum came home and she was crying. She said "anak saya sakit kaki bu"
I was like..ok......

Warsina

She was the BITCH.
harsh? definitely not.
First, she lied about her age. She said she was 25 when her passport said
born in: 1960 (you ain't foolin' no one dumbass)
she had hearing problems which meant I would be right behind her calling her name like crazy,
and she wouldn't hear a thing.
Then when she didn't respond, I would tap her on the shoulder.
She would be so surprised, that she usually jumped in shock.

I remember coming home from school one day and she was crying.. no, WAILING out loud.
My dad went to her and asked what's the problem.
She said that she received a phone call from her sister saying her mother died.
I was sad for her.

Then there was the "cat" incident.
One time, I fed my cat under the table,

She saw that I finished feeding my cat and thought I went upstairs,
when infact I just went to another room and I could see her go to the table..

 She pulled out the chair

and she kicked my cat.

I was like: HEEELL NO! I'ma Chris Brown you up bitch"

But of course I didn't say that to her, I told my mom.

She stayed for another couple of weeks and my cat was terrified of her.

When she was sweeping the floor, sometimes she would hit my cat with the broom.

We "mengawasi" her a lot. Maybe she did it because her mother just died and she was mad,

 so I forgave her.

But she was oh so lazy. When the laundry was done, she would leave the basket of clothes at the bottom

of the stairs because she was too lazy to go up.

She would also stare at you. Just look at what you do.

Stand there and watch you when you're cooking an omelet,

when you're washing your plate, getting a drink..

 just. freaking. watch.

Then it was time for her to leave. Alhamdulillah!!

So she left.

On the next day, the phone rang. I answered it and because it was an Indonesian speaking, I couldn't understand what she was saying, and hung up :) hehe

The person called again and this time my sister answered.

Person: Hello, Warsina ada?

Balqees: ah? dia dah balik Indonesia dah.

Person: Ha! dia belum balik! jangan tipu.

Balqees: Dah! dia dah balik dah!

Person: kenapa semalam saya call kamu letak (It was me who hung up, hehe)

Balqees: blur*

Person: mana Warsina!? (dah marah)

Balqees: Betul! dia dah balik dah!!

Person: Jangan tipu! nanti dekat neraka Allah potong lidah.

amboi amboi amboi, sedap kata orang masuk neraka. Check diri dulu ok?

Anyway, we found out the person was her sister (yg call dia pasal mak dia meninggal tu). Memang sah satu keluarga sakit otak.

Turns out, her sister never called her at at all.. meaning:

She never got the phone call from her sister saying her mother was dead.

which also means, she faked it.

It was all a desperate attempt to larikan diri.

She lied to us.

She pretended to be talking to her sister in front of my grandma,

and pretended to cry in front of all of us.

How could you pretend to cry and say your mother is dead just to be 'free'?

Can you imagine, she was crying and screaming while laying on the floor in front of my dad when she got "the news" from her "sister", and She was faking it.

that bloody bastard.

I don't know what happened to her after that and I don't give a damn.

biar Allah balas dia.

yang pasti, if you hurt my cat again, I'll break your arms, bury you alive and spit on your grave.

I'm dead serious.

Running through the Monsoon

Running through the monsoon,
Beyond the world 'til the end of time,
Where the rain won't hurt,
Fighting the storm into the blue,
And when I lose myself I think of you,
Together we'll be running somewhere new,
And nothing can hold me back from you,
through the monsoon.

Tokio Hotel-Monsoon

I really loved this song back in 2010

As you may not know,
Now is the monsoon season.
We went to Terengganu and stayed at the resort where the annual
International Monsoon cup is held.
There was no thunderstorms and there was not much rain in Terengganu.
Wow Terengganu, you suprise me!

but the wind was hella crazy (no duh, right)
and the waves were the biggest I've ever seen in Malaysia.

We had breakfast at the hotel and the wind was so crazy, our food kept flying away.
My bawang goreng diasppeard :O

aww look at da tute baby waves :)
sure it looks small but in real life, its monstrous

The wind and waves were so strong, salty mist was produced and if you tasted yourself;
lick your lips for example, you would be really salty.
(again, no duh right)

On one of the beaches in Terengganu, I wrote Jco's name. His REAL name.
So if you find it, you know who he is.
Its amazing what love drives you to do. hahah

Oh, another quick fact:
 If you drive from Shah Alam to Terengganu, it takes you 6 hours.
If travelled by air, it only takes 45 minutes.

The wonders of the aeroplane.
Thank you, Wright bros.

Oh yeah, this is the 'resort house' we stayed at. nice eh?

My childish family :)

The one in blue is my mum by the way

zooom!! Flight H136 ready for lift off.

we have our personal picnic table and volleyball court.
all only for RM 500/ night. hahah

This is not my vacation blog.
You see, all the photos are in my phone-the phone is downstairs-theres men downstairs-I don't want to meet them :/

soooooo vacation story in next blog, maybe...

Oh god, results..

On the 22nd of December, I (or shall I say everyone born in the year 1996 in Malaysia) will be receiving one of the most important results in our life. Sure, its not the most important, but at the moment, it is very important.

I'm sure this is the situation everyone dreads:

The teacher calls out my name and I head to the front. I look at your result slip and see the "unfortunate" result I have received. I look back, I see all my friends smiling and laughing with their results. I look at my parents, but they already know. I cry and go green with envy. I question myself: "Why did I get this?" but in all reality, I already know the answer. My mum says that its ok. That everything is just fate. But I know it's not ok. She gave me everything, I gave her disappointment. My dad, he will either be telling me off "You've been slacking off! You didn't study enough!" or he will be silent to the extent where the silence  kills me inside. I know he's crying in his heart. I can see it. Because Nothing can hide disappointment.

I found this on facebook. credit to the person who took the liberty to share it with us.

Everyone will have a chance to  reach their dreams. And Eventhough I may have missed mine, there's such thing as second chances.

Let's all receive the best. InsyaAllah :)

Terengganu

Wow, I just realised that for the first time in 11 years, I'm gonna board a plane.

I'm going to Terengganu babeh :)

I love terengganu because there's a lot of horses there.
sure, the beaches are nice too...

But its the horses that matter the most!

Mum is already in Terengganu, buisness trip.
Us on the other hand (Me, abah, ina and Balqees) are going tomorrow

I guess I'm excited?
This is one of those rare vacation trips we take.
yeah, my other friends just came back from Las Vegas and Japan,
but I'm stuck in sweet old Malaysia :)
oh well.

less than three everybody, less than three <3

Dolores Clairborne

I seriously love Dolores Claiborne.
I've never watched the movie, but I've read the book a hundred times
literally :)

here are some testimonials:

Its amazing, its fantastic its phenomenal!
-Hidayah

easy to pick up, extremely hard to put down
-Hidayah

Its way better then twilight
-atiyah

I'm not kidding. Especially the last one :P

anyway, here is a  small part from the book:

        When I went back down the second time, I really did vacuum the parlor. When the job was done, I put the kirby away and went back to check on her. She was sittin up in bed, wide awake, covers thrown back, her rubber pants pushed down to her big old flabby knees and her diapers were undone. Had she made a mess? Great God! the bed was full of shit, She was covered with shit, there was shit on the rug, on the wheelchair, on the walls.There was even shit on the curtains. It looked like she musta taken up a handful and flang it..

'Oh Vera you dirty bitch! I screamed at her. I never killed her Andy, but if I was gonna, I would've on that very day. When I saw the mess and smelt the room, I wanted to kill her.....

Interesting eh?

This book is damn interesting. She killed her husband (who molested their daughter) and she was accused of killing Vera (the lady who flung poopoo all over the room).

This book and the book "IT" are probably the only books I understand
 from the authorStephen King.
I tried reading "Salem's Lot", I didn't understand the first 20 pages
...EPIC FAIL

My whole family loves him. My mum especially. I'm just following in footsteps :)

Read it read it read it!

Chip Skylark

Unless you didn't know, Chip skylark is the guy who sings "shiny teeth and me" and other numerous songs from the cartoon "The Fairly odd parents"

but this is not what this post is about... well.

I'm getting a bird!!
You've probably never knew this but I'm totally in love with birds!

Only my closest friends know about this. Especially Atiyah, Nadhihah and Qistina because I sit close to them and I'm always rambling on and on about birds.

This is the type of bird I'm getting:

Because the bird I'm gettiing is blue, I had to have the name associated with "sky" so I wanted to name him Skylark or Skyler or Debbie

This is where (in my room) the bird will be situated at.

Ignore the messy room. No seriously, ignore it

 

I reused Pyssla beads to make this swing. awesome eh? haha

I'm a loser.. :(

Pretty boring post (yeah I know)

anyway, thanks for reading, you adorable siberian snowman :D

In Training

Tengok Depan!

Jangan Ketap bibir!

Turunkan tangan sikit!

Kick!

These are the words I've been hearing. It seems that I keep:

1.Looking at the horse
2.pursing my lips (force of habit)
3.my hands automatically rise to the sky causing the horse to stop :/
4.My feet always "terlepas" from the stirrup when I kick.

But honestly, I really like my new trainer.
thankfully, he's a she.
I think she's the only female trainer there is..

anyway, she's more of the:
"speak to your horse,soothe him"
"riding is all about body language"

also, This was the first time I used a whip, I feel like a pro :)
in reality, I'm the complete opposite :))

about Jco....again

I really think I'm losing it...
you see, contrary to popular belief,
I'm not that that obsessed with Jco,

he's just someone I'm totally attracted to.
I don't go around saying that I love him.
I don't know him, vice versa.

e.g:
You don't go around saying "I love you"
to every single guy you have a crush on right?
or do you??
ehemm* Qistina

but lately, everyone I see becomes him..
its as if that person magically transfigurated into him.
Or someone has been slipping POLYJUICE POTIONNN!!!!!!!
naah, kidding.

everytime I see a guy from behind that looks like him, I'll be all
"Oh My God! its him! This is fate! we're going to get married!"

I just rolled on the floor laughing my arse off.
-_-
no, but seriously, I always think its him.

and his car! I always think its his car when its not!!
He drives a Black coloured ******* with the no.plate *******
If you spot this car, contact me.
I repeat, if you see this car, CONTACT ME.

Oh Hidayah, you sick, psychotic obsessed maniac.

Its something about:
The way you dress,
 the way you walk,
 the way you're beauty leaves me breathless,
If eyes couldd speak,
I woundn't have to talk.

That was a song. I'm not that jiwang :)
atleast I think so...

but why is his name Jco?
well I couldn't say his real name...soooo we made nicknames :)

e.g:
nicknames for guys we like but cant say real name code
(NFGWLBCSRNC):

Atiyah and Mimi likes- "ayam"
Qistina likes-"Iskandar"
Natasha liked- "Dia"
Fatin likes/liked-"Firaun"

lol, we're weird :D

изменение :(

Change.

This is a story about change.

How people don't like changes and how they never see the good side of it.

I'm scared of not being in the same class as my beloved friends next year and repeat the whole process of

"what's you're name?"
"Last year, what class were you in?"
"Where do you live?"
"Do you like chicken or turkey?"

All that to make a new friend.'
Fitting in isn't the problem,
its being accepted and accepting it.

You have to pretend that you're all nice, and sweet.
But in reality, you're missing your friends and can't stand to repeat this again.
Accepting this new class and people you've never even seen before!

cikgu Saiful said before PMR:

"you have to fend for yourself, You and your friends will have to seperate eventually"

You keep saying to yourself, "it's only a year"
but you know that a year is
12 months,365 days long, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes ,and 31,536,000 seconds
Nothing in this world can sooth you at that moment.
nothing.

You pass by your former class and see your friends happily chatting,
being thankful they got in the same class,
you're heart aches and you suck up those tears.

You say to yourself:

"Why are you crying you idiot?"
"This is what you get for not studing"
"blame yourself!"
"This is your fault"
"This is a lesson Allah is trying to teach you"

As you've probably already guessed,
 this is a story...about me.

I take myself as a person who doesn't accept change easily.
Sometimes I wonder how I can live with my weakness.

What I really want now is,
to learn the beauty of change and acceptance.
How this small little speck, could transform your whole life.

InsyaAllah, with Allah's guidance,
I could achieve that.

Who's Birthday was it again?

Exactly 15 years ago,
as the snow was falling and everything was icy cold,
In a building called 'John Radcliffe Hospital' in Oxford,

I was born :D

Now, I am officially 15.
I gotta say, being fourteen was boring :)

Alhamdulillah, Allah has given me a chance to breathe,
and continue with my beautiful beautiful life :D

Theres a hundred of things I want but don't need such as:
-iPod nano 5th generation
-Half Chaps
-a necklace similar to that of xenophilius lovegood.

(yea, those are only three I can think of..)

But I don't need those,

Who needs all those when you've got an awesome family and great friends right?

Friends :)

yesterday, me and my friends which are:
 Qistina, Natasha, Shamira, Fatin, Mimi, Syaheerah and Atiyah had yet another outing
at the same place I last saw Jco :)

You have to really listen and understand what were talking about or else you'll just be watchin a video about a bunch of random girls talking and laughing -_-

(pause music-> the green/yellow bar-thingy)
song used in video:
strawberry swing-coldplay

This video cntains:
-a bunch of clips of people laughing with music
-aimless talking
-Atiyah singing
-Atiyah speaking in a fake American accent
-nonsence

rated R for sexual explicit content and crude humor.
seriously.

byebye

Amazing discovery!

I was cleaning my room because I wanted to make space for my birthday present
and I found something...

Its a Form 2 Agama book,

and

and

and

and

adn

nad

dan

and


it belonged to Jco

Oh yeah baby :)

:0


For the whole year of 2010,
I didn't realise that his name was written on the first page of the book.
we had that subject 5 times a week.
and I didn't freakin REALISE??

*smacks forhead
*rolls on floor
*walks backwards
*does sit-ups
...

So many weird emotions.
Damn hormones -_-

I' gonna keep the book under my bed,
bring it wherever I go
and never let anyone else touch it
yeah, not really...

but still...this is amazing :D

My heart melts like icecream

I like this guy named jco

and I'm proud

:D

I told you just incase you didn't know, which I strongly doubt due to the obsessive repetitive times I've blogged about him.

Everytime I looked at him, my eyes can't move.
especially from where I sit in class, I look out the window and see you,

I'm like,
 "Dayumm, you're beautiful"
(something Shairah would say)

and all I hear Pn.Seow say is:

"the right atrium is where love blooms and the reason why the wall of the left atrium is thicker is because love is distributed all over th..."

which is why science is my favourite subject.lol

also, I remember on sports day, you were lifting your shirt cause it was blazing hot.
You didn't know that by looking at you, my temperature was higher then the sun.

having an infinite amount of muscles doesn't help cool me down either.

Then I "pretended" to take a picture of Fatin,
just to take a picture of you :)

ehemm* stalker...

Sometimes I wonder if people unintendedly found out who "jco" is,
I'll definitely regret posting this.

but hey, I'm 15 (on Dec 10th)
I'ts what girls my age do.
fall in love,
regret,
fall in love again.

bapak jiwang siot.
no, in real life I don't speak like that.

sincerely,
hdyh

Richard Clayderman

Blogging while playing the piano:
makes no sense at all.


My mum keeps telling me to listen to "Richard Clayderman"
I'm like: who?
Mum: Go facebook him lah
Me: Google mum. google..

I decided to learn this song because he was my mum's ultimate teenage crush.
(although she won't admit)
He's probably like, 60 now?

anyway,the song I'm learning is called "Ballade pour Adeline"
I'm learning it by ear :)
and I must say,
my playing sounds like poop...for now.
I'll upload a video when I'm done.

I'll be playing this at my sister's wedding :))

But anyway, here he is:

(pause music right there) -->
Richard Clayderman-Ballade pour Adeline.

He's so dreamy
as if when he's playing, he's looking at someone he loves.
awww
look at those eyes!
gatal betul :/

Vampires

As we all know,
Twilight is a vampire movie everybody loves..
to hate.

I don't hate twilight.
But I don't love it either

Being a 15 year old clueless girl,
I honestly don't think twilight is a good vampire movie.

Now, I said "not a good VAMPIRE movie".
try to understand what I'm stressing at this point.
as in if you remove all the vampires, (maybe keep the werewolves)
then it would be a great movie.
I guess..

Now, want to watch a real vampire movie?
try "interview with a vampire"

Its the ONLY vampire movie i actually like.

why?

The vampires in these movies are REAL vampires.
They are miserable feeding on animal blood.
They actually DIE and don't SPARKLE in the sun.
Plus, all the amazing actors!
Brad Pitt? Tom Cruise? Antonio Banderas? That "Mary Jane" girl from spiderman?
come on... who doesn't love that?

Don't get mad. Everybody has an honest opinion.
Plus, I've read all the twilight books.

I read 'eclipse' in the duration of one day.
No, I am not lying.
It was a holiday and there was nothing to do
.nerd.

This actually showed how much I wanted to know what happened.
But you know what I think?

I think alot of people watch twilight for the "guys"
no duhh right..

but come on!
was it necessary to make the werewolves shirtless when they change back into human form?
They aren't even werewolves anyway, they are the "children of the moon" or something.
(Aro explains that in the second part of breaking dawn)

Do you even know who Cedric Diggory is?
or did you find that out when you googled
"Edward Cullen"?

What makes me the maddest is when they try to compare it with Harry Potter.
Don't get me started.....

Let me just say one thing...
Does Twilight have a theme park?
I don't think so..


Here is a comment I found on rotten tomatoes.
He's got a point actually.

Why do you hate the twilight saga so much?

Because it is bad for little girls to be exposed to this crap.
This series teaches them that:

1. Pedophilia is okay as long as it's "true love" (as Jacob decides to "fall in love" with a freaking infant, who will be perpetually underage)

2. Being the slave to a highly abusive boyfriend who beats the living crap out of you is okay as long as he "only does it because he loves you so much".

3. To get your ex back you should repeatedly attempt suicide, then he'll magically realize he loves you and come back.

 4. True "love" means stalking someone, standing over them while they sleep, beating them, etc.

5. It's okay for someone who is decades older than a teenage girl to have sex with her if he "loves" her. (Edward is 100+ years old.

This isn't some exaggerated attack on these novels, this is the flat-out plot. This is what it shovels in the faces of women. This crap is going to create a generation of girls who think suicide attempts, abusive boyfriends, and pedophilia are "love".

I'm sorry twi-hards, but there is a point proven here.
goodbye.

dirty dirty

I know that you're my superman,
cause you fly me to the stars and back again,
And everytime you touch my hand,
I feel your powers running through my veins.

I know you really like this song and I'll tell you,
That you are so stong.
cause you're my superman,
and I hope you like me as I am.

This is the "girl" vrsion of Joe Brooks-Superman.
I wrote this in my head on the 2 hour journey to Melaka.

"Hella' Cheesy"
That's what Atiyah said. lol

I just watched "American Pie" yesterday.
I should say that...

If you are under 18, you should never watch it.
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
seriously..

It was funny though :D
but the ending was 'partially' sad?

What if my sister reads this... crap
or my teachers???
Double Whammy

The house smells like burnt bread right now.
I made soft boiled eggs then realised the bread expires on 28 nov
So I toasted some french bread instead
which burns really fast
and you know what happened next...

Well, I have to get to apodyopsis class.
or else my teacher Shairah will get mad.

:)

Weddings

For the last two days, I've been in Malacca.
Malacca is where my father used to live.
Its also is used to be my "kampung"

We were there because my cousin was getting married.
Semoga berbahagia, InsyaAllah :)

anyway, because we got the invitation late (I think)
we couldn't find a decent hotel because every freakin hotel seemed to be:
"Sorry, were fully booked. "

So, we stayed in a hotel which was..
I don't want to say crappy, because that's not very nice.
I mean for some, it may have been the best hotel they've been too.
But honestly honestly honestly?

There were stains on the floor and on the beds.

There seemed to be no plugs to charge our phones.
(we had to unplug the tv)

It was beside a graveyard.(talk about location :/ )

The walls were probably made of paper because I swear I could hear people singing Justin Bieber's "Somebody to love" on the other side.

There were two bunkbeds!?

the towels were all torn

The water ran really really slow.

all for RM250/night

WHAT?
yeah...

also, because it was "wedding" season, me, mum, Syafiqah and Sabrina started a conversation on Sabrina's marriage.
laugh out loud. No seriously, do it..

Apparently, on all three of my sisters' weddings, I would be:

-Playing the piano (I was thinking "nocturne" by Chopin)
and Maher zain's song.

-Playing the kompang( a traditional malay and arabic(?) instrument)
with my best friends Natasha and Shairah.

-Spokesperson. lol

I guess what I dislike about weddings is the ear pounding music they put on.
like seriously.. :/
I'm always shouting over the loud music like:
"THE BRIDE LOOKS PALE"
or
"I HAVE TO PEE"
hahah

Sadly, I didn't take any pictures because:

•  My phone had no memory
• Most of my family uses HTC and none of them have the cable
• We left our camera
• We don't own a DSLR :(

thx fr th mmrs

I miss this so much!
Too much actually.
:'(
(pause music on the right sidebar yellow/green thingy)

Random dancing ;)

(Read the blog about shairah by clicking "older posts" at the bottom of this post)
It's not that anyone actually reads my blog anyway :(
I know that The views that I get are only
from close friends and adorable invisible snowmen in siberia :(

My all-time favourite love songs?
-Thunder by boyslikegirls
-superman by Joe Brooks
-Something stupid by Frank Sinatra

What did you previously do?
I spent three hours learning arabic

One instrument you wish you could play?
The saxaphone cause it sounds sexy :D

If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
That 9/11 never happened :(

One country you want to visit?
Greenland

You're favourite colour?
Red (Let's go Marsians let's go!)

Your favourite sport?
Baseball. But my classmates never wanna play it.
all they think of is bola jaring, bola jaring and bola jaring.

Favourite animals?
Horses (duh), dogs, cats and birds

One thing you asked your parents but they never granted?
a pet snake.

Where would you want to live?
in a cottage on a farm with horses and a guy named jco.

Favourite rapper?
Marshall Matthew Mathers all the waay!

Who would you want to hurt badly right now?
This guy who thinks he's soo hot and..
(I don't wanna talk about him. LELAKI GEDIK)

The worst thing you've ever done?
Me and my cousins broke into a hostel.
A kind of hotel where students live.

You're first crushs' name?
I was 11. His name was Arif :)

You like people that:
talk alot.

Your dream is to?
Become a part time Directir/surgeon/author
But my parents are asian so I'm more focused on surgeon :/

You are a?
loner.

Your mother is?
a lecturer in monash university teaching Microbiology.
She has a Ph.D. lol, I'm so proud of you :D

I wanna go learn "Marcia Alla Turca" on the piano now :)
byebye

Introducing Shairah :)

Hello, This is shairah A. Mazli a.k.a. S.A.M

Shairah and I became friends in 2009/ form 1
The first thing she said to me was:

"Do you want my e-mail"
weird...hahah

When I think "Shairah" I think

• half naked men
• werewolves
• kissing scenes
• ping pong

What a weird way to describe a 15 year old girl.
But heck, its so true.

Shairah loves to come to my house and I love going to her house although I rarely do.
I remember this scene:

Me and Natasha came to her house
we were all at the table eating lunch with her family when her maid came in and said:

"Boleh jadi menantu ni"

Natasha: *choke.

Me: giggling like mad

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

p/s: Natasha sukaa...

I also remember doing naughty things with her like:

skipping class, eating in class,
and things I should not mention....

I remember in 2009, Hariz invited us to his open house.
Me, Natasha, Shairah and her little sister came.

We all dressed up traditionally dengan baju kurungnya.
When we arrived, we looked inside and saw that
 everyone was wearing casual t-shirts and jeans
*smack forhead

Obviously, we were very malu because most of them were guys.
But still, Shairah selamba je masuk as if she was of a different gender.

honestly, I also can't understand why we're always so shy when it comes to these social gatherings!

Its soo annoying AHHHH!

lain lah kalau its just me, I mean, I grew up with three sister and spent 5 years in a girls' school.

I deserve to be shy :P

but like, ever single one of my friends are shy (except Nadhihah and Shairah)


There are alot of stories regarding shairah.
I remember waking up one morning and seeing shairah sleeping on the floor.
WHAT?


Also, Shairah won first place in the modelling competition we had in Malacca

Also, her dream is to be Captain of mercury (Mercury=Yellow house)
Eventhough I'm in mars (red house) I want to vote!

This is her blog, She's obsessed with werewolves. I edited it :D
 check it out: http://www.shairahmazli.blogspot.com/

Now, check THIS video out. Its Shairah doin' her thing :)
(pause music on right sidebar the yellow/green thingy)

This was our school trip in Malacca. Shairah has got some guts doesn't she?
haha

Lastly, this is a random class photo I found on my friend's blog:

Form 2

2010

* lol Zikry botak :O