that urp nite

PART I

yesterday nite there was a urp graduation dinner..and the whole urp batch had to attend this dinner..and i was wondering why in the hell would i want to attend someone`s graduation dinner??and then, i realized that there was only 12 graduating students..12!!!no wonder they wanted us to come..

the theme was ethnic, and i was living it up to theme..my jacket was very ethnic indeed..quite ott actually..almost froze in the middle of the hall before entering the gallery because everyone looked so SIMPLE!jeez!!!

i felt like shrinking in the chair and wait for the earth to swallow me..my studiomates were wearing normal clothes, some were quite glam actually..but not as `mencapap` as my jacket..then the guys arrived,mostly clad in baju melayu..they looked HOT.but sort of like a rombongan for someone`s akad nikah..haha..then mizi and shakir came..

i thought i`d just die in my seat..they look HOT HOT HOT.they were wearing punjab suits and man...i cant believe mizi could be a possible hot stuff..MIZI??!!and when i saw this senior wearing a bajau suit along with his tengkolok..i finally rest peacefully in my seat...

PART II

the guys performed an awful rendition of pop yeh-yeh and suddenly they were singing selamat pengantin baru for god-knows-what reason.

after the dinner we stayed back to take photos, and it was blissful to enjoy being in the company of my stoodiomates, all dressed up, jurock looking like a lost turkish, and areque looking JAPANESE..haha..baju AAD punye concert, kantoi...muti looked like lelaki melayu terakhir.mat shah looked heavenly, while zul..yeah..he looked like he was forced to wear those baju melayu..

the seniors were a bit irritating..they just couldnt wipe those awful expression off their face when they sat with us.its like they just ate lemons or something.but what the heck..we were there for the free food and to enjoy the awful performances..and we had both.dont blame those guys from your batch avoiding a closer relationship with YOU.HAHA

my mundane life

last saturday nite,my outing with keron was cut short due to a message recieved from radhi saying that zul,our project manager wants ALL of us to be at the studio by 9 AM..i was yelling BLOODY HELL..and a few other curse words knowing that it was quite impossible for me to find a transport to go back to gombak pagi-pagi..called up zul and we had a yelling session with keron making the background noise of cursing at zul too for ruining our weekend get-together.

the whole way back after sending zharif i had a headache and slept in the car thinking about the unfinished workload lying in the orange bag..right after i reached keron`s house, the computer is my baby and we worked till 7 am.

on sunday,mat dan agreed to send me back.i had a breakdown thinking he was tido mati due to unanswered phone calls i shot at him.luckily at 9.30 he called and told me to get ready..LOVE YOU ALIF!!!THANKS!!!!

so..on the way to gombak...i was anxious and nervous because i could`nt find a printing shop to print my review..shit..im so gonna get it from zul..called up nina and asked if i could borrow her printer..then she told me that the 9am perhimpunan was cancelled..WHAT THE F***???!!!i was suddenly being thrown into the fountain of guilt because i woke up alif..he said it`s okay and we went to have breakfast at tapah.

while at tapah,met my ustazah from fkm btq..jeez..with her whole siblings..including sis in-laws..uhh....and she thought alif was my boyfriend which i had to repeat 100 of times that he is NOT.

went to uia and gave alif a tour around my faculty and campus..stopped by the studio and everyone thought he was my bf..jeezz...NO..HE`S NOT..i told everyone..zul thought i brought him to bash him up..haha...zul and i are okay now.

so..today...went to mppj to get the layout of section 17..and the guidelines..just got back..nothing interesting happened..but im completely drained..jeez..gotta go..at 5 the aad students are having this concert..later

whew!

so..yeah..in a few days i`ll be off to ulu bendol, to climb the mountain called gunung angsi..god knows where the hell is that..

yesterday went grocery shopping with my fellow camping members, created a havoc in the middle of the small giant supermarket, debating about which sardine cans are more nicer, with nina wanting ayam brand because it tastes nicer and muthi(who eventually managed to persuade us to take 4 cans of the yellow packaged cans) saying it costs 99 cents per can...money does have an effect on you...hehe..

did i tell you we won the debate competition against architecture students?yeah...we won..haha..and my crush came, even though he was half an hour late...he came..saying that he would...memang bersemangat giler la...only got to hold the pewter trophy for like...15 minutes before we had to return it back to the committee members..cheh..sungguh x ikhlas..

after that we had to go to the gala night for the award giving ceremony..expected to get back the pewter,,but in the end got a piece of plastic plague..cheh..haha..but the dinner didnt turn out to be a bore like i expected, thanks to the landscape arch debate team..and also to the fact that the senior i had a crush on is sitting directly opposite my seat..hehe...cantik pemandangan...

right after the gala nite we rushed to the studio to complete our project which we had to present the next morning...finished at 8 in the morning..and had ample time to get ready and return to the studio again for the presentation at nine...while presenting i could see my other classmates jetting off to london in their dreams due to x cukup tido...

yeah...hectic huh?anti ana commented on how cekung my face was, and i was struggling to shove some food into my mouth when all i really wanted was to sleep till the next week...actually..i did..haha..sort of..after studio went back to the room and bantai tido till 1 am..jeez...hutang tido terbayar la jugak...

so, tomorrow is my mother`s bday..happy bday ibu!!i`ve already bought u a prezzie!!!hope u`ll like it!!!love u!!muaxx!!!

woopp!!!

owhkay...where to start??its nice being in the age of civilization even though this will only last for what??15 minutes??hehe

im in uia,main campus and to make things short...everything is going great..GREAT..the place is gorgeous...i love my course...its tiring being a full-time student..but its fun..and the fact that this place is infested with HOT GUYS is just a bonus..hehe..and the dact that im smitten over my gorgeous classmate is a totally diffrent story..haha...

had a satisfying presentation of my first project last monday...thank god i had nina and hanif in the group..but the rest of my groupmates are okay...well..enuf of this boring stuf..i`ll tell you all the juicy details later k?gtg...work is calling..

ramblings...

anne bought me a mini shisha pot the other when she just got back from russia.i thought she had forgotten my `special` request, when she discovered how much i like it.so we (nini,anne and i)decided to give it a try,making our own shisha.

after a few hours,the bloody coals are nowhere on getting the shisha as good as it tasted at the mapleys.my head was getting dizzing not from inhaling the bloody thing,but from the smoke and the overwhelming smell of the tabak.i decided later that night that the beautiful pot is meant to be a `perhiasan` and nothing else.i lost my mood to shisha when it did actually work and let nini finished it by herself and went on dancing by the pool like a madman with anne.

last monday rez was suddenly in an extra good mood and let me drove his car to kl.but i didnt actually had the chance to drive on my own effort since his hand wont leave the steering wheel.heh.i was concentrating on the road too much till i didnt know where i was heading..before i know it..i noticed there was a Globe silk store by the side of the road.."eh!we`re at jalan TAR!".
from that short exclamation, i was rewarded with a punch on my arm from the big `ol rez for not paying enough attention to the street.heh.

i`ll be going into uni this sunday and i`m bloody scared.my friends seemed to be okay,and its actually a wonder how they managed to keep their cool checked.jeez..i`ll be in uni..no more enjoying the pleasures of life...my life will be filled with serious,hard works....this is probably what u call hell..

holidays

holidays are the only thing that puts a bloody big SMILE on any student`s face..yeah...

so..tell me why i`m feeling so anxious on starting my first year in uni??am i ABNORMAL??i cant bear this lifestyle of tido-makan-tido-makan anymore!!yeah..i know..im being hypocritical...i mean..while i was fighting the urge to dump the bloody mounting board that i was gluing to the perspex base..i dreamt of a heavenly lifestyle that consist nothing else but only tido-makan-tido-makan..

lets see...i have aabouutt.....3 weeks to go..yeah...uhuh..3 weeks..so...i guess i`ll continue my ever so `healthy` lifestyle of tido-makan-tido-makan while it last...as a `bekalan` for me when i get into uni...and then..when i have to pour my whole energy revising a thicker-than-life book..i`ll dream of the day i lead a life of tido-makan-tido-makan once upon a time...

music

yestedrday when i went to the kenduri,they were playing all this sappy love songs..and i was wondering whose favourite songs are these..the bride`s..or the groom`s?kopratasa and all these traditional musics with lyrics like.. `teruna tak ambil peduli` or something like that..

glanced around and actually saw a few old fogies singing along to it..and suddenly i had a major cringing phase because..the music is just horrible(sorry for being so un-malayish) and...yeah..the people who were lip-synching to the song..its..just...overwhelming..

got into the car and put on one of my fav cds..only to be told to lower the volume till the minimum desibel because my dad can`t stand my music.."all the screaming..this is not a song..this is org giler punye lagu"..and i unsuccessfully explain to him that alternative caters to the ones who are depressed and need to vent out their anger..so..ahah..reminded me of my ex who are soo like my father..couldnt stand my songs..and forced me to listen to his kris dayanti cd the whole way up to genting..jeez

the next night,i went to pyramid with my bestfriend..listened to hitz for a while before she suddenly popped this cassete into the radio..and..VOILA!out came 80`s hits..almost had a heart attack looking at my bestfriend singing along to pet-shop boys..(who in the sane mind listens to them??eheh..sorry keron)

finally..i accepted my defeat..my songs are only for my ears only and i shall listen to them when i am alone...later i found myself dancing along to `Go west` by pet-shop boys...heh...maybe later i`ll put on my songs during MY kenduri..HAH!see if anyone will say anything to THAT!

insanity streak

now i know where i got my insanity streak from...haha

i went to a kenduri just now,and when it ended, my sisters took a piece of bunga mangga each..it was bright pink..but the theme was green...hmm???

anyway..while waiting for my mother who went to the washroom with one of my sister...my dad grabbed my sister`s bunga magga and started a battle of bunga mangga saber..equivalent to light saber battle..with my other sis..imagine this memorable scene..a 50 year old guy wearing a batik shirt(thats what all the men wear if they go to kenduris..) swatting a bright pink bunga mangga with a 12 year old kid..

and then..unsatisfied with the lukewarm response my sis was giving him..he turned his attention towards his eldest daughter who was trying very hard to maintain her looks and act cool in front of this one cute guy she noticed at the lobby..

2 minutes...the bloody bunga mangga was starting to irritate my nostrils..cute guy or no..i grabbed another available bunga mangga and attacked my `vicious` father..and sent him running to the middle of the street..haha!!!victory is sweet!!!

i rejoiced my newfound victory for about 5 sec before realizing that i was wearing a baju kurung..and..yeah..that cute guy... ..so..i guess the term `gone with the wind` so commonly used could apply perfectly here..

my mother saw the whole thing and said.."tell me you`re not my husband??...rite??"and know wat my dad did??he swatted the pink thing at my MOM..so..yeah..guess where i got the insanity streak?

the funny thing

my eyes was swollen and red in colour.the first time i cried for wat?...3 hours?straight.i couldnt really grasp the concept of letting something that wasnt meant for you go.all i felt was pain.i cried for what i just lost..and i guess what brad pitt said in mr. and mrs. smith was right..`when you`re at the end of a realtionship,you started to think about the beginning of it`.

radhi called,she lstned quietly as i cried my heart out on the phone and spent about what...20 bux of credit just to listen to me crying.words spread and soon phone calls started pouring in,and radhi gladly put down the phone before reassuring that i was in a manageable state.it was supposed to be rez`s birthday..he was supposed to have the time of his life at the beach with his friends..and i recieved a call from him,sighing as he listened to me crying..with the waves crushing to the shores in the background..my mother had a booger stain on her t-shirt as i cried on her shoulder.yeap...you bet...loads..and loads of crying...to much crying till i felt thirsty and exhausted..i guess i got dehydrated..just because of crying...wahlahwey

ibu told me to go and pray,..you know...to calm myself down...so...dragging myself to the toilet with all the boogers and shit,only to find that there was no water...so i sed..`how am i supposed to pray if theres no water for me to perform ablution?`..so rez said..why dont you collect all the tears you`ve cried..maybe it`ll be more than enuf..haha..

and then ida said why do i always break up during the holidays..making it hard for my friends to be there for me personally..so i said..luckily i did it now..at the time when everybody has credit so they could call me up just to listen to me crying..haha(no lah guys..thnks for your concern..and support)my mother then came into the room and gave me this short lecture bout how there are many other fishes in the sea...and later added that maybe keanu is waiting for me...haha..

yeah..lots of funny events happened that night..so...stop crying your heart out..owh..i wanna thank all my friends and my family for being there for me.thank you for accompanying me while i cry..i didnt want to cry alone.thank you keron,radhi,rez,ida,zharif,and byk lagi lah!!owh and thanks ibu for assuring me that there`s still someone who loves me..

the price of staying in college

im anxious bout the fact that i`ll be out of here in a week..forever...(if i dont fail my arab lah)..my god.. the thought of leaving this place which has somehow blend in my mundane life left me with a mixture of emotions that i couldnt really describe..

even though the rules sux like max...whats with wearing sox to pasar malam??(which suddenly transformed kuhaz,radhi and i into secret ninjas) and LEADTRAIN??and a lot of other encounters with the srad people and the college`s guards that are somehow on a mission to make the lives of the students unbearable...i`ll miss the `memories` ive gained along with my other pyschotic friends.

the price of:

the guard giving you a hefty lecture bout running around the college ground like a wacko:
embarassment,and resentment towards the college and the guard herself

the stad people waiting at the entrance for girls who weren`t wearing socks and are happy to saman you:
rm 2 for the sox,lots of cursing, and possible blisters on your feet for walking like a nutcase in a pair of slippery slippers covered by stoopid black stockings

the ustazah who somehow seemed to come from h*ll:
a LOT of cursing,and missing classes intentionally..without fear of getting barred because you`ve already recieved the exam slip

the nextdoor seniors knocking on your door because you were too noisy:
a possible girlfight and a lot of bitching

the time when ida and i accompanied nina out of the college so she could park her car:
a row with the bloody guards,rm something saman for wearing unappropriate clothes(which were jeans!!),and a lot of cursing

but the price of:

you and your mates dancing at the corridor with the stereo blaring at the maximum desibel with some african tribe song on,
you walking around the college with ice creams gossiping,
you and your mates throwing slippers to see who threw the furthest and gained some weird looks by other students,
you battling with the sleepiness trying to get the project done in time,
you missing your bath just to get to the studio on time,
you and your mates dancing in the studio at 3 in the morning because you`re too stressed to continue your work and later was surprised to see seniors looking at you from the outside,
you and your mates running aroud fraser`s ..`drunk` during new years` eve,
you and your roomie staying up all night just talking about nothing,
you and your roomies making a `chevelle` videoclip using t-squares,scale rulers,and uhu glue,

=priceless

wahlahwey

wahlahwey!!!

im so excited i have a blog now!!woohoo!!!

okaay...back to the original motive on why i actually bothered to open a blog account..heh..

last sunday ive finally went through my khatam..whew~jeez...my father said the preparation was almost like preparing for a bl**dy wedding..and when i told him im still too young to get married..he let out a BIG relieved sigh and i was sure that he had a very comfortable sleep that night.

my cousin brought three of her friends to stay over and help us out..which was a blessing because they know more about what to do than i do..despite the 5 years gap..haha..so malulah..i dont even know what the h*ll is kerisik until i found out it was actually fried coconut pounded till it turns into some sort of a liquid..(sad man..)

what was supposed to be one of the most important events in my life was showing signs of turning into a complete disaster when two of the most important in my life has cancelled their `kedatangan`. stress flows in with thoughts about why should i go on with the function after all if they`re not here to see me.whats the use of me looking `pretty` if arif wasnt going to be there.and the most hateful thing was i couldnt be mad because they had their reasons..and it was a very REASONABLE reasons..aish*

radhi kept me sane enough not to burn the specially-designed dress(which i designed myself..ahem~) and i was pretty anxious to wait for the historical day tomorrow...amazing how humans can bounce back so easily after a few small boost..not small actually...maybe a bit big..okay..okay..very BIG.heh.

didnt sleep the whole night because i had to pack the pulut kuning and had quite a difficult time explaining to edwin what was the purpose of preparing the pulut kuning for my ustazah..in the end i was found slump on the floor with a box of pulut kuning waiting to be closed before some fly decides to make it it`s newfound home.

you actually guess that the next morning i had a terrible pair of bags under my eyes,which makes the usage of the caly mask the night before totally useless. and i was freaking out because suddenly the tudung had a life of its own and decided to rebel against its rightful owner,while arin sat at the table laughing..completely amused by the scene of me freaking out..

and the next half an hour went by like a dash with me trying very hard suppresing my f*rt and not batalkan my ablution.and before i knew it..i was walking towards the ustazah`s house, with a `parade` with me..a troop of makciks from the marhaban group and my cousins looking nervous as hell and the crowds..jeez!

thankfully i didnt doze off while i was reading as edwin would very much like me to..but i made quite a LOT of misatakes until the makcik from the marhaban group was starting to doubt if i was qualified to khatam at all.haiyoh..then i glanced up and saw the group of people who have been there all this while..my father smiling through the sweaty face,my mother,my cousin who was trying very hard to get a good pic of me through the grill,radhi,nina and ida who managed to make despite being lost..and i knew i was glad i made through it after all.and all the `harassment` seemed worthwhile.. :)