Monday, December 19, 2011

Worried? Just a little.

Results are coming up.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm quite confident, insyaallah.
But nobody can escape that nervous feeling and uncertainty right?
I know I can, I'm sure.
And, insyaallah, my friends will too.

But that's not the only thing scaring me now.
I'm also pretty fidgety about my team.
Yeah, MY team.
The ONE and ONLY.
I'd be lying if I said that I am absolutely sure that the trophy will be ours.
Because, dude, I'm not.
I've been having doubts and even though I've been kicking that feeling out, it still haunts me every once in a while.
Can I do this? Am I capable of being a good captain?
Frankly, I'm afraid.
I've made mistakes in the past.
Mistakes that I could never look back on, laughing.
Because it's not even funny. It doesn't give me that fuzzy feeling that it's all in the past and everything's okay now and there's nothing to worry about.
Because I'm afraid I'll make those mistakes again without me even wanting to.
I may look strong sometimes, but it's all for show.
I admit it. I'm a coward.
Scared of the future and my past.
I have faith. But sometimes that just doesn't cut it.

I need strategy.
A clear plan that I can carry out in order to reach our goal.
It's one heck of a goal, but I'm not backing down just because it's getting a little tougher.
Other teams are getting stronger, I'm very much aware of that.
All we got to do is beat them in that race.
Stay ahead the whole way.
They finished running a mile, we've gone beyond the finish line.
It's a crazy dream, i know.
But I'm not a coward to try.
It's possible, no matter how many people say it's too late.
Because it's never too late until we're done in this world.
There's always a chance.
And, insyaallah, HE will guide me through it.
HE may lead us to victory.
And even if it doesn't turn out the way we want it, that's okay.
Cause it's part of being human.
So, yeah, you might be crushed at first at the realization that your dreams have evaporated.
But the climb's the best part, isn't it?
Whatever has been will be worth it.
Because everything that happens comes with a hikmah.

We'll get through this one.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Thursday, December 15, 2011


Ok. kebengangan melanda!

And just when I thought that person was actually starting to care again, he just goes on and BLOW IT!
I was just starting to think I should say thanks but I take that thought back.


No wonder I despise him.
I was starting to forget.
But it just came up again.


To hell with his effin' negativity!
I have faith. I know we can.

There's no stopping us now.
Better late then never laa.



I can't help but read ASSBIPI's latest post saying she's sorry.
And yeah, I easily forgive. But forget? Not so much.

She's come to her senses and has realized that what she had been doing was nothing but pure BS.
That's a relief.
But her reasoning was pretty damn pathetic.

Let's quote: looking at the way you guys 'act' in the facebook just make me feels.....damn. i know i'm no one to you, but as person that has the same God, the same Prophet, the same race..i have my own right to correct what's wrong. 

My comment: Don't talk to me about God and the Prophet after what you've been doing laa. And correct what's wrong? Whoever taught you that's how to correct the wrong? Someone needs lessons on these things ASAP. and YES, i'm talking about you.

Alright. Next quote: be yourself la...being 'havoc' is not always a good thing. neither being a shy person. so, the best thing..the right thing to do is just be yourself.

What I say: How would you know that their 'havoc' or shy behavior is not them being themselves eyy? Yeah, we all have our own problems with all the 'bajet' people in this world but it's not up to you to label them as being someone they're not.

Here's another one:  ask yourself "are you yourself?" don't feel shame of your personality. everyone was born in their own way.

My response: DUDE, you should be asking yourself that Q. are you saying that your "personality" is "i LOVE to thrash people because it is the RIGHT thing to do and to correct what's wrong"? Good to know. Atleast you're 'being yourself' right?

Que another one here:  if someone looks much prettier than you, just ignore it. make yourself pretty in other ways since not everyone was born with a perfect figure.

I was like: WHAT? you do realize all this time you've been making people feel ugly, right? Who gave you the right to make them feel that way about themselves?! "if someone looks prettier than you, ignore it", you said. Then you should ignore all those PRETTIER SBPians and not feel so annoyed by their beauty, don't you think?

Yeah, ok. I think i'm done.
BTW, i forgive you. But i'm not sure that my friends (whose faces were plastered on your blog), would feel the same way.

May we all have peace after this.
Over and out.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Typical me

I knew this would eventually happen.
The whole "me giving up on this bullshit of a story I'm trying to write".
I just naturally suck at being persistent it's not even funny.
Suddenly I'm more interested in my history notes.

Did maturity just entered the building?

Yeah, pretty much.

I need exercise. My brain's getting as fat and lumpy as my stomach.

But care i what?

Saturday, December 3, 2011


One word to sum it all up.
It was an absolutely incredible performance and I was kind of rendered speechless at the end of it.
For 1 and a half hour, these 8 very talented characters played beat after beat-NONSTOP!
I suddenly understood why the tickets costed THAT MUCH.
They totally deserved it.

Honestly, I'm forcing these words out because there's actually no words to explain the beauty of it.

I mean, yeah, it's not actually 'beautiful' like Swan Lake or stuff like that.
It was beautiful as in- they proved that music can be made with just anything.
The remedy, the beats, they were all harmonized by these 8 characters.
Each person had their own flair and persona in the showcase.
And everything about each and every one of them was what made it so cool.

I personally liked the guy with the long cargo pants and the beret.
He had a certain flair about how he did all the routines that made him look cool and composed the whole time.
And also the girl in the denim shorts.
She definitely rocked.
Ooh, and not to forget the small guy in the red shirt.
He was the best comedy relief ever.
The show really needed that.
Poor guy was bullied around by the others the whole time.
Which is what makes the whole thing hilarious:D
The other five were brilliant as well.
But I just thought these three stood out in a different way.

They used all sorts of things to make music with.
First the broomsticks, then the matchboxes, then their boots, then metal pails, then the sinks, then these long wooden sticks, then BASKETBALLS, then flipping chairs, then lighters, then these rubber-tube-thingies, then stuff from a rubbish bag, then huge rubber floaties, then they went banging on EVERYTHING on the set, then trash can lids and just about EVERYTHING ELSE.
(BTW, these are not really in order but its all there anyway.)

My favourite was the gig with the long wooden sticks.
The beat was just so friggin' awesome and the moves they did was just too cool to be true.
And the basketball act just got me jumping in my seat even more than I had been jumping before.
If that was even possible.
But that act was very short and they didn't really have a lotta moves in it but it was still tres cool.
OOH! and the LIGHTERS act was SOOO friggin' awesome!
They turned of ALL the lights and the only light came from the lighter they were holding.
It was the kind of lighter that you could flip the cap open and close so it would make a cool clicking sound.
So did this really nice display of clicking sounds and lights from the lighters.

The other acts were super freaking awesome as well but if I were to describe evry single one of them, this entry would be VERY,VERY long.
It's a one and half hour show, people!
I felt like giving them a standing ovation at the end of it but no one else did so I stayed right in my seat and just howled and clapped like crazy as they bowed and flashed the most satisfied smile I had seen on any performer I'd witnessed.

Yeah, they were THAT good.

And they didn't even utter a word throughout the WHOLE thing.
Amazing isn't it, how you could entertain people without saying anything?
Well they just did.
And I absolutely LOVED it:)))

Friday, December 2, 2011

Still Untitled---Chapt 1

Chapter One
I got off the bus with the worst feeling of dread I’ve felt in a long time. Probably because summer vacation’s over and the school year has begun. Great. Just great.

So you’re probably awfully familiar with the typical drama going on in high school. The jocks and the cheerleaders rule the school while the nerds are at the bottom of the food chain, always getting pushed around and getting their heads dunked in the toilet every once in a while. Yeah, it’s the same in every story.

Luckily, I’m not one of those nerds. But neither am I one of the popular kids either. I’m what you call neutral. A simple wallflower. Blending in with the crowd and not getting noticed is what I do best. I’ve got a nice group of friends who I hang out with at lunch and go to the movies or whatever. I consider myself very lucky because I’m cool enough not to be called a nerd.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying being a nerd is the absolute worst thing that could happen to you because it isn’t.

In my opinion, the absolute worst thing that could happen to you is being born in a family that inherits a kind of gift that enables us to see monsters - so that we can fight them off.

I know what you might be thinking. “That’s so cool! Going on secret missions and using cool gadgets and kicking monsters’ asses!”

You have got it so wrong.

I developed my Gift when I was twelve. Before that I had absolutely no idea that monsters exists or that my family had a duty of terminating them before they harm the human race. I just had the normal problem with the “monsters under my bed” that most kids do. I never actually thought that there really was MONSTERS UNDER MY BED!

So here I am, half awake, having a really bad hair day and smelling like I just came out of a garbage can, a little less than ready to face the days as a junior in high school. Please don’t let first period be history or I am a goner.


I turned to my right and caught sight of Hailey running towards me, her red hair tied in a ponytail bounced behind her. I stopped to wave at her. “Hey, Hales.”

Once close enough, she gave me a tight hug. “I missed youuuuuuuu!”

“Me too,” I said a little too excitedly.

She let go of me and looked into my boring chocolate eyes. “Whoa. Bad night?”

“Bad mission.”

That’s right, Hailey knew all about my monster-hunting family. She caught me in the act last year so I had no choice but to tell. She was one of my closest friends and I kind of planned on telling her anyway. Thank god she was good at keeping secrets.

“No wonder. You smell kind of funky.” Her nose scrunched up as she said that.

We continued walking towards the main entrance. “The monster last night had a killer odour. I guess it kind of brushed off on me.”

“Kind of? Did you even try to get that smell off?”

“Yes, Hailey. I took a bath like never before. I was in the shower for an hour just trying to get the smell off.”

“And look at your hair!” She pointed at my messed up brunette waves. “At least tie it up, will you?!”

This was very typical of her. Fussing around about how I look after my missions. I was quite annoyed at first but after some time, I sort of got used to it and learnt to bear with it.

As soon as we got inside, she pulled me into the ladies’ and dug through her backpack for her makeup pouch.

“Whoa. You’re not gonna make me wear makeup, are you?” I asked in absolute horror.

“No, Dan,” she said as she pulled out a hairband and a hairbrush from the pouch. “Turn around, I want to fix your hair.”

Relieved, I turned around and had to bend my knees a little because she was so small and I was kind of tall for my age. She combed through it and tied it in a neat ponytail. I looked in the mirror.

“Thanks, Hales. You’re a lifesaver. Let’s g-“

“Not just yet.” She stopped me just as I was about to step towards the door. “I gotta spray you first.” She held up a bottle of perfume.

“What? No. I don’t want to smell all rosy. I’d rather smell like this, thank you.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s vanilla, Dan. And it doesn’t hurt to smell good once in a blue moon.”

“I didn’t realize it’s night time,” I mumbled under my breath.

“What was that?”

I looked at her and smirked. “Nothing. Just go ahead and spray me.”

She smiled widely and spurted out her vanilla perfume on me. I coughed mockingly and waved my hand in front of my nose.

“Don’t overreact. It’s not that bad.” She sniffed me. “And you smell heavenly.”

“Sure I do.” Sarcasm.

She turned to dig something else out of the pouch while I stared at the ceiling. “What else have you got for me?”

Just then, she took out a compact powder, flipped it open and brought the brush to my face.

My eyes widened in horror. “Whoa. No way. Nu-uh. You are not making me wear that.” I staggered back a few steps with my hands covering my face.

“Daniella! It’s just freaking powder! You’ve got to cover those awful circles under your eyes. You look like a panda. And not a cute one,” she finished, matter-of-factly.

I shook my head, still covering my face. “I’d rather look like an ugly panda than wear makeup.”

She sighed in defeat and turned to put everything back in the pouch. “You are such a tomboy. You realize you’re going to have to grow out of it one day, right?”

I knew I was out of danger so I let my guard down and started walking towards the door. “And when the day comes – IF it ever comes – I’ll be ready. But now, I’d rather stay the way I am.”

“Fine. Whatever,” she grumbled behind me while she followed me out.

How lucky was I to get History for first period? That was my least favourite subject. I’m more of a Creative Writing, Arts and Chemistry kind of person, you know?

So I practically slept half-way through the whole class. If it weren’t for Logan, I might’ve slept all through class.

Logan was the class jock - or some other girls would call ‘hottie’ - and he sat behind me in history. It’s kind of funny how we’ve been getting the same period for history for three years straight and he never failed to sit behind me. We had been friends in elementary school but sort of grew apart as years flew by. Probably because he’s become the most popular guy in school while I stayed fairly static in the social food chain.

I heard him chuckling behind me when I started to drift off, making me feel self-conscious and try my hardest not to embarrass myself. Logan and I weren’t exactly friendly with each other once we entered high school because he had become such an egoistic jerk so I had forced myself to forget how nice he was when we were younger and push away the crush I had for him then.

He poked me twice in the ribs, making me alert. I turned my head to him and glared with hatred while he and his stupid friends laughed silently at me. Half-way through class, I decided I didn’t care and dozed off
When class was over, I woke up feeling so much better than I did before. I even stretched in my seat while everyone else rushed to get out of there.

“Had a nice nap?”

I bit the inside of my right cheek and looked up to my right. There, standing right next to my desk, with his dark hair falling just nicely over his forehead, his bluish-green eyes looking straight at me with a smug smirk on his lips, was Logan Riley. I swear, I had never met anybody as self-absorbed as he was. He thinks he’s so hot, he can do whatever he wants.

Well, the fact that he actually was very good-looking was true but, seriously, he didn’t have to show it off to every girl in the school. Jerk.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” I got up from my seat and slung my backpack over my right shoulder. “Why? You got a problem with that?”

He just grinned at me. “I don’t get it. Three years in a row I’ve had the same history class with you and you’re never awake in it. What’s got you so tired? It’s not like you got training or whatever.”

Oh, so now he’s comparing me who does absolutely no sport to him who’s star of the basketball team. How unfair of him. But the topic he was bringing up just made me lost my mood to argue. I did not like to be reminded of my job, thank you very much.

“That’s none of your business, Logan,” I said as I brushed past him and headed out into the hallway.
I heard him come up behind me. “Oh, come on, Danny. You can tell me anything.” I could sense him smirking while saying that.

I stopped in my tracks. “Sure I could.” He came up next to me and I looked at him. “Until you turned into a big headed jerk.” With that, I walked off.

“A very good looking big headed jerk, might I correct you!”

I missed elementary school.


So...I thought I'd write something cause I could practically feel my creative juices flowing through me.


The room was dark and eerily silent. Not my most favoured place in the world to be right now. Especially when it’s 3 freaking o’clock in the morning!

               Yeah, I’m not much of a morning person and yet my brother woke me up an hour ago saying we needed to go on a mission. How could I not be in a very bad mood?

                We waited behind some boxes in the old warehouse. Waiting for something to happen. A movement. A single freaking sound that indicates that there is something there for us to kill. All that can be heard right then was the sound of water dripping slowly, one by one, practically killing me inside with its soothing remedy. I just want to go back to sleep!

                When my eyelids began to droop, my brother pinched me awake.

                “Hey. Stay focused. I’m positive it’s here. The Director said so.”

                I rolled my eyes at him, wishing he could see it in the dark. “Yeah, and the Director is always right. Always.” Sarcasm.

                He sighed. “So he gave us a wrong lead once. Just once, Dan. And you’re already so against him.”

                The Director wasn’t that bad of a guy at all. He was pretty nice actually, despite the business we were in. And it’s true, he only made a mistake once in his career. But that one wrong lead was given to us. Out of all the other agents in the world, we got that mission. And being the unforgiving person I am, I still held a grudge on him till this day. Did I mention that the mission was at 4 o’clock in the morning?! And that day just happened to be my 14th birthday! So, yeah, I was pretty much pissed.

                I decided to drop the subject. Mostly because I hadn’t the will to argue with him. So we continued waiting in utter silence for another 10 minutes.

                Ugh. I hated waiting. When I reached my peak, I stood up. “That’s it. There’s nothing here. We’ve been waiting for 40 minutes and no freaking ugly monster has appeared or showed any signs that it’s even here, so I am ou-“

                As you might have figured, I was cut off by a nasty screeching sound from the other side of the boxes.

                My eyes widened as I turned to face the ugly beast. Its many eyes ogling at us with hunger. Its claws, ten on each hand, started whipping the air. Its 20 feet high body was covered with slime of practically every colour. And its mouth, filled with razor sharp teeth, enough to rip off the body of an elephant in one bite, was dripping saliva which I knew from experience was acidic and could definitely burn.

                How could we have missed it?

                “Great. You woke him up,” David said while standing up beside me. “All right. Gear up. We’re in for a nasty one.”

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Here's a list of things I've been addicted to:

  1.  Maximum Ride (Oh gosh! I lo-lo-LOVE it!)
  2. Wattpad (These writers are pretty talented!)
  3. Percy Jackson (haha! I know, lambat gila aku! that thing's ANCIENT!)
  4. Spacing out while doing my homework (and eventually end up doing something else, for example, BLOGGING:)))
  5. Oreo cheesecake (because it's homemade)
  6. Daydreaming (it's more of a habit than an addiction actually)
I think that's pretty much it. 
Short list, don't you think?
Eh, care i what.

Jealousy sucks, and I'm sure we're all aware of that:)))

I've never really cared about this "hot topic" but since it concerns my friends, I feel I need to show my concern.
About the whole ASSBIPI shit going on.
One thing's for sure, one very problematic person has got serious jealousy issues with us very happy-go-lucky SBPians.
This person rips off our pictures, edits it, throws bad words in his/her so-called BLOG, all for his/her own self satisfaction.
Honestly, what does that accomplish?
Piling up more and more dosa for herself? Gosh, hope that makes her happy.

Yeah, I stopped referring to the person with 'his/her' because I figure that only a girl can be that irrelevant.
I realize that I'm of the same gender but that's pretty much reality.
So, yes, I'm pretty much giving credit to the opposite gender. =.="

I don't see the point of all the fuss she flings around. Do any of you see the point?
I'm pretty sure the answer's no.
I honestly have no idea who this person is, and I'm not the kind of person who judges without knowing, but this is just my perspective of things.
So just hear me out.

Here's one thing I'd like to point out to you, Miss I've-got-a-huge-problem-with-those-lucky-SBPians.
We all have lives. And it's up to us what we'd like to do with it.
I'm more than positive that you've got one too. Because if you don't, how would you be able to write those horrible things on your blog?
So do you thinks it's relevant to waste it by thrashing everyone else for living their own?
It's pretty much our own business what we want to do with it.
Not to be skeptical, but I'm starting to think that your life revolves around that awful blog of yours.
Sorry to call it awful, but I'm sure that somewhere inside you, you think that it is too.

I know what some of you must be thinking, "Why would she(as in me) give a damn to what that individual have to say?"
Well, actually I DON't give a damn.
I care.
I'm just hoping that people would open their minds and not be so skeptical about little things that probably doesn't even affect their lives.
It's not my problem, I realize that.
But despite my laziness to update my blog (unlike HER), my fingers are just fidgeting to say something about it.
And so I am. Saying something about it, I mean.

I'm not really asking you to stop, because that would be very unfair of me, but I'm asking you to think.
Just for a second, if that's all you can afford of your precious time thrashing people.
It's unfair to everybody, especially to us innocent SBPians, even you.
Who really cares who's HOTSTUFF or UGLYASHELL???

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I hope I'm understood.
Over and out.

Yeah, I may sound waaaay lame giving the whole "life's a ferriswheel talk".
But care i what:D

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Camp or Mini-Vacation?

Rightio. Just got back from Camp 1Murid 1 Sukan.
Two words: Mildly enjoyable.
It was okay, I guess. Cool, no big fuss, no tentera or whatsoever.
Just some teachers and a whole bunch of kids in a resort.

So, basically this 'camp' is more of a 'course' actually because we never really got to do much PHYSICAL stuff.
Which is not at all what I had expected and not at all what I had hoped for.
I had been hoping for a hard core training session or just stuff that can totally improve my game.
But that's not at all the outcome that I got.

There's a whole bunch of talking and sitting and doodling and not paying attention and goofing around and getting annoyed and just STUFF LIKE THAT.
Honestly, I feel there's nothing wrong with that. Don't get me wrong.
But I just don't feel that it has given much impact on me other than improvising my social skills.
That's about it.
Okay, I get the whole THEORY thing but I was also hoping for a nice PRACTICAL workout.
I was pretty much super stoked when they said we were going to the court that afternoon for the basketball practical, hoping it'd be better than the archery practical the day before.
Boy, was I wrong.
Being there, I felt that some of the kids take BASKETBALL as a joke.
MY GAME. A JOKE? I can't take that.
Yeah, I was pretty pissed.
But on the bright side, I made a friend who reminds me of SYIQIN ZAN(haha) and that totally made me feel better. (Plus, I shot two 3-points:)

What else? Uhh..
Oh. And my room-mates are awesome. HAHA. 9.02!
Football brought us together, didn't it? Memorable. Very.
Then you guys made me go into the water padahal I was in a bad condition to be in it!
But I enjoyed it anyway.
It felt good knowing we STF kids HAVE A LIFE, if you know what I mean.

And not to forget the pretty cool free stuff.
Honestly, it was nice. Having so many things to remember them by.
Nana, Kak Sofia, Monkehh, thanks so much for making this thing a whole lotta fun.
You guys rocked this mini-vacation!
I will definitely miss singing in the hall with you guys:DDD

Oh gosh, almost forgot about the POCO-POCO!
But I gotta admit. I make a pretty good instructor, don't you think?
And a cute one at thatXD
How I survived those 5 minutes- I'll never know.

All in all, it was a pretty cool experience.(Minus the stupid, mindless BOYS)
I just hope that next time they have this camp, they'll give a more interesting approach.
Less talk, more actions because, honestly,

'till next time, folks:)

Monday, November 14, 2011


Yeah, I realize I've never actually blogged about my most favourite group-of-people-who-have-absolutely-no-blood-ties-with-me-whatsoever.


Preparing for Le PMR was super tough because God gave us so much to go through.
But we made it anyway.
And the first day after it, the GOING-THROUGH comes again.
Gosh, everybody felt like crying and I almost got in a fight with someone...
Tragic,  right? yeah, i know.

The POST PMR was pretty meaningful though.
After awhile the hate and the hurt decreased and we were what you could call OKAY.
There was this bunch of activities scheduled for us which we absolutely DREAD but I think if they didn't we just might DIE of boredom and the school might have to dig a lotta holes to bury 15-year-old dead people.
and I told Abang I'd never get bored. He proved me wrong.

What I enjoyed most was the English Drama (thank you UTM for cancelling the BM Drama:)))
Ours was entitled: WONDERLAND. The fairy, the dragon and the gift.
Won ourselves THIRD PLACE and award for BEST SCRIPT!
Who was the script-writer you ask?
Duh, me.
FGM, Abu and Alice:)
Beauty and the Beast.
Who's the Beauty?
Me. DUH.

Woot! There I go again, bragging about how awesome I am.
Force of habit.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


I feel that i've achieved a lot since the last time i came home.
Legally and illegally.HAHA.
For one, i proved to MM that i rock in English:D
And i freakin rocked his trial.
FOURTH! OMIGOSH! That's the best i've gotten in this school!
Alhamdulillah. Syukur sgt2.
Well, that's academically.

Now, illegally...
I dont know where to start.
I find it hard to believe that i've changed from being a very by-the-rules kid to...
THIS:) and no, THIS is not bad.
I still go bybtye rules, OKAY?
Its just that i tend to break a few of them once in a while.

Okay. I can't focus on blogging rigt now.
Watching a really interesting story right now.

Yeah, ok, that story ended.
And it sucked.
A really lame ending:p

Gonna bake brownies.
Peace out.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Go Apple!

Just got home and i found out that my family's gone TECH!
We have an ipod touch at home now. WOW. Shocker! And i thought this house would be forever Apple-less!
Oh. One more thing.
I'm blogging on my dad's ipad- TWO!
And i thought i had news about my first 80% in English- my recently titled least favorite subject.
Thanks to you-know-who.
No. Not Voldemort.
Mom said im way too EMO.

Haha. Yeah, so aku buat DRAMA AIR MATA tadi.
So what lah?

Ms Raha! I miss you gila babeng!
Oh. And ramadan dah dekat! Yay!

Thursday, June 9, 2011


I did it! I read Runaway from the Airhead Trilogy!!!
I didn't think I could wait any longer to read the freaking book that I looked it up online

No. She didn't actually RUN in the book.
I felt it was like a moment of glory for having found that book online!
I read all the way from 1 till 4.30 in the morning-and i still didn't finish it.
Yes, that's how slow a reader I am.
But you just can't read The Airhead Trilogy so fast!
Because then you wouldn't really FEEL it.

It has such a fricking amazing ending!
But best of all, Em and Christopher were sealed.
They may be two people with killer egos, but they were just perfect for each other.

Did I just say that?
I felt a shiver down my spine.
Not good.

But, again.
Can't I be all girly and think that's freaking cute too?

Cabot's a genius, no doubt.
This has to be my favourite book of her's.
My other favourite is Avalon High:)))

And even though I've read it.
It still woudn't change the fact that I'm begging Abang to find it wherever he is and bring it home to MOI.
Yes, BEG.

Now that I'm satisfied that I know the ending of this hella good book,
I can finish the rest of my homework in PEACE

Here's where to go if you want to read it:)
You'll have one hell of a BLAST!
No. Make that heaven:)

Obviously, I haven't changed A BIT

Remember when I said I'm easily obsessed?
Well, it seems that I haven't grown out of it. YET.
Typical of me. HUH.

I've set a date tonight to watch A Cinderella Story AGAIN with Liyana.
She claims she's never watched it before even when I am POSITIVE she has!
But I tend to take advantage of these sick little situations.
Immana watch it again!!! I've reviewed it this morning.
It'll just bring JOY to me:)

And I am pretty happy with my KK Sej and KGT.
I just figured out it's pretty easy.
Probably because I've NEVER even tried to do 'em before, thinking it was way too hard for my shallow smarts.
pfft...Was I ever wrong.

But anyway, seriously.
How else am I supposed to entertain myself now that I have absolutely NO Facebook account?

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Still, and forever will be, my FAVOURITE:D

I stayed up till 3.30 in the morning to watch(for the millionth time) A Cinderella Story.

My favourite movie since I was a kid(not saying that i'm not still a kid, but i've GROWN)

I've LOVED this movie since forever.
NO, not because i love Cinderella. I actually LOATHED her. Just a bit. Because fairytales are highly impossible, as we all know.
But because it takes FAIRYTALES and FANTASIES into a sort of real life perspective.
Okay, YEAH, it still might NEVER happen in real life but SO WHAT?
Gosh, I can't even explain how I feel about this movie.

Honestly, what can you NOT like about this?
Yeah,OKAY,so i fall for this CHEESY-ness, so SUE ME
And Chad? Dude, you'd have to be crazy not to think he's got looks

And FOINE, the fact that he had been totally clueless that it had been HER all along WAS pretty dumb(since all she was wearing to hide her face that night was just a tiny white mask), but so long as the ending was Happily Ever After, I'M GOOD.

PLUS, it is FAAAAAAAAAAAAR better than this junk:

It got me thinking, Can she even DANCE?
Sorry all fans of ANOTHER Cinderella Story but this is just WAY OFF.


But you'd probably be thinking, "What the hell is she doing watching that old flick again?"
Well, first of all is because that OLD FLICK is awesome!
Secondly, is because of THIS:

It's a REALLY good read
An amazing sequel
 Airhead is a novel of Meg Cabot's that I just discovered (I know, shame).
And it turns out to be the coolest book (or books if you add the sequel) I've read - this year.
And exactly WHY did this remind me of A Cinderella Story?
Because in these books lies a Christopher Maloney.
Who the hell is that? A boy from Winnie the Pooh?
NO, that would be Christopher Robin.
Christopher Maloney is Em Watts'(the heroine in this book) bestfriend/crush/true love.
And he is described as:
  • Blonde
  • Short haired
  • Has a nice build
  • Not the BEST looking person in the world
  • Hasn't really got the JOCK look
  • Pretty heartless(especially when he thought Em was dead)
And all I could imagine, the guy who would be PERFECT to play Christopher if they ever decided to make this into a movie-which I hope they freakingly would because, in my perspective, things are just clearer in motion picture even if you don't really get the details-is Chad Michael Murray.

JUST LIKE THEY DID WITH AVALON HIGH,another awesome book of Cabot's.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE DISNEY. But I hate the fact that they always ruin a perfectly good book.

Forget Disney.

Chad would make the perfect Christopher. I just hadn't figured out who would be perfect for Nikki. I was thinking DIANA AGRON but she doesn't really have that supermodel look.

HAHA. I KNOW! I'M SUCH A DORK to think of such things.

But care.i.what;p

How else am I supposed to entertain myself now that I have no Facebook account???

Monday, May 30, 2011

Buttonbadges (part 2)

"Audi wait!" Balqis grabbed Audi's arm before she could take a step further.
Hesitantly, she stopped in her tracks. Her gaze was glued to the floor.
"You heard him. He said don't go there anymore. Why are you being so stubborn?"
This wasn't like her, Balqis thought. Audi was a thinker. Thinking well before her every move. Why wasn't she thinking about the consequences of going back to the lake? Didn't she care about herself anymore? Had she lost it?
"Don't, Audi," she begged.
Audi opened her mouth to speak. But no words spilled out. The truth was she had no logical reason why she had to go back there. In that state, all logic had left her head. She just wanted to go because...
"I have to."
And she left, slamming the door before Balqis could say another word.

The walk to the lake felt longer than it did the day before. Am I even going the right way? Maybe I took a wrong turn...
Then she froze, mid-step.
No. This was it. The exact same place she was yesterday.
And there he was. Sitting on one of the big rocks. Throwing his gaze to the water, his lips moving slightly as if he was saying a zikir.
Without another thought, she swung her legs towards him and climbed on the rock she sat on before.
Why does she have to be so...
"Stubborn, aren't you?"
"I said Assalamualaikum."
"Thank you for replying my salam."
"Doesn't change the fact that you're extremely stubborn." He turned to look at her.
Audi smiled at him. He reminds me so much of Abang. "My late brother used to tell me I was stubborn." Then she looked away. "And I always ignored."
"Well, he was a good judge of character. You must miss him."
She shook her head softly. Hold in the tears, Audi. I don't cry. Especially infront of strangers.
"He's my twin. He's half of me. How could I not?" She managed to croak.
Hizam let out a sigh. Cancer. Wow. I can't let her experience the hurt all over again.
"I'm not fun to be with, you know?" Then he paused, looking at his feet. "Atleast, not for long."
"I don't care. I peace here."
"Is it the lake or is it me?" He asked with a slight smile at the edge of his lips.
Audi shrugged, blushing. Oh, sheesh. What's with the blusher? "Oh, it's definitely not you."
"Oh, it isn't, is it?"
"Yeah, I mean, who would be at peace with your hair like that? It's horrible. Ever thought about cutting it?" She was joking. Because it looked an aweful lot like Abang's messy hair.
"Oh, so now you're putting the blame on my hair."
Laughter filled the space between them.
The ice has broken.
"But don't say I didn't warn you."
"Warn me?" Her eyebrows scrunched. "About what?"
He smiled at her. A sad but hopeful smile. "Not to come here."

To be continued....

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Keeping it kept;)

I don't know how, I don't know why, but I am making myself ridiculous all over again.
(Please understand what I mean by 'ridiculous')
I look at a person seriously before judging.
I've looked, although there isn't much I could see, I try to judge.
I like to look at a person laugh.
And I've seen the laughter that got me.

Yeah, I know, it got me.

But being DiyanaTaib, I refuse to let it get the best of me.
Let the feelings TERKUBUR je.
Not worth my brain juice anyway.
Atleast, by having such PERASAAN, I know I'm human.

Syiqin Zan,
Aku still ingat deal kite;
Kalau ada orang masuk meminang aku, aku STRAIGHT AWAY call kau THAT's actually gonna happen.
Deal kita pon probably akan TERKUBUR jugak.

I'm keeping quiet about this.
Keep it to myself.
That's a whole lot better than letting the world know right?

I'm too much of a sceptic to actually feel this is right*smirk*

A Whole New Experience; a COMEBACK

HKSBP this year was something else. Learnt a lot. Maybe a little too much than a girl could take.
We won! The first few minutes felt AMAZING! Our return to VICTORY.
But then it was back to the way it was. The way nobody wished it would be.
Problems. Yeah, they're HECTIC. You can't run away from them. Otherwise they'll hunt you down.
I try to take all this positively. Turn the negative, the ugly, the shitness of it all into something beautiful.
Difficult. Hella hard. But I try.
Insyaallah, when it's my turn, I won't go making the same mistakes. EVER.
And I'll make sure the future generation doesn't do the same too.
Funny what you would do for something you love. People you love.

So we've returned, one way or another, we did it.
We got what we wanted. GLORY, VICTORY, PRIDE.
All over again, it's ours.
Now all we have to do is sustain it.
Who ever said it would be easy?
I bet it's going to be a ROLLERCOASTER RIDE.

Ting's taking HKSBP'12 by storm:) just wait and see

Monday, March 14, 2011

Saya Nombor Empat lahh

I peeled myself away from my kerja kursus to unwind for a while....GAHHH!
Hey, I watched this movie with Kaklynn today sempena ketiadaan ADIK LIYANA xD
yeah, it's got a strange title but it's GOOD

Some say it's the TWILIGHT version of alien invasions.
some may not agree but HEY. MY P.O.V. SO WHAT?

i totally love the action packed human-alien thing going on in the movie.
and it isn't just his cool blue-glowing hands. IT'S HUNKY HIM TOOxD
still, i dont know who this guy is and i don't care. he's just plain GOOD.

not to mention the ROMANCE<3333
Alex and Diana Agron looked adorable in the movie:)))

So...long story short:
they got together when they were shooting the movie
and it went on for like, almost a year
they were cute and mushy
but now they're OVER

janji story nie BEST! i recommend anda sume tengok!

Sunday, March 13, 2011


KakLynn introduced this Malaysian vlogger to me yesterday:

Ini Anwar Hadi:)))

Long story short: HE IS AWESOME
he talks about about things we Malaysians should really think about.
his english is UHHMAZIN' while his loghat Kedah is SUPERB

SEE? this is what we need. Malaysians who use technology like YOUTUBE to spread out good messages, not RECK their mentality watching things we shouldn't watch. 
why tiru orang barat when orang kita lagi better?
you might want to PERTIKAIKAN my ROJAK bm-bi but at the very least i'm not wearing things i shouldn't and acting like i'm a popstar in Hollywood-or Bollywood for that matter.

Oh,and speaking of which....
I went to a birthday party yesterday and OH GOSH! there was this lady who just made my eyes HURT!
now before i start DESCRIBING her, i'd like to apologize, if in any case she were to come across this blog and TERASA what i'm about to say. kalau TERASA, alhamdulillah, baguih jugak tu. SODA diri sket.

She's like approximately 40+
was wearing a silvery(or was it black?) flowy blouse that was just WAY too tight on the TOP
sorta high HIGHHEELS that made her look like she was about to topple what with her size and all
her hair was full of KARAT(no, not PLATINUM, this time it's definitely KARAT)
worst of all
even her DAUGHTER(well i think it was her daughter, or her descendant or WTV) has hair like KARAT
seriously?are you kidding me?
i'm sorry for being so skeptic or whatever you call it
is just TORTURE to the eyes of others
and it will just bring TORTURE to yourself when you DROPDEAD and masuk liang lahad and the rest that comes after that
i am a human being with EYES,HEART&AKAL laa
and so are YOU
Allah didn't give us all this for NOTHING  tauu?

huhh, WELL, that felt good.
hey, again, SORRY. i'm just a girl with A LOTTA words. just don't know how to let them out ORALLY.
that is why i don't VLOG.
one reason is cause i'm just plain UGLY.
second reason's cause i speak like total RUBBISH(well, not TOTAL rubbish)

eceh. Diyana Taib sangat BAJET. what's the wrong la...
kalau diri sendiri x bajetkan diri sendiri, camne diri sendiri nk maju?
so, majulah DIYANATAIB untuk negara:)

Assalamualaikum.(funny how people usually say that at the beginning of their blog while i say it at the end.)

Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Day Late but Safe as Always

a four letter word that keeps me on solid ground.
ECEH!ape punye intro daa...

straight to the point: AIN'T IT LIKE HEAVEN TO BE HOME?
but i still can't stop cursing for the fact that i came home a day late because SOME PEOPLE are just not happy with us students going home. SHEESH! what's their problem laa?

ALL THAT WAS LEFT WERE SEVEN FORM THREE GIRLS (+ a few form five, one form two, three form one and three wardens XD)

my girls woke up with the help of the PHONE ALARM(this is why we need phones!)
while i heard or felt nothing when they tried to wake me up.
They told us to be PUNCTUAL and be ready at the warden's office by 6 am.
oh, we were there alright. but the DRIVER came AN HOUR TOO LATE!
and yet he was bursting on us for not telling him exactly how many people were going to Senai.
and so he went speeding off like there was no tomorrow. the supposedly 45 minutes ride became a 30 minutes trip thanks to "PAK CIK SPEED JIKALAU BELIAU BENGANG"

after checking-in, we headed straight to the toilet. i don't know why but me and hizreen were sort of in a daze and headed STRAIGHT for the men's toilet. BHAHA! thank god Balqis was there pulling us back before we entered a world full of HORROR.

i vowed i wasn't going to change my baju outing. but i couldn't help it. the t-shirt under my baju korporat kept yelling "LEMME OUT!I WANNA BREATHE!" and thats how it happened. dont blame me. blame the yellow shirt:)

Cadbury Duo Bar + Duty Free Shop= I CAN'T RESIST!
perkara wajib kalau pergi Senai is beli a bar of CHOC!
and so i did.

sampai KL, mummy cari McD cuz nk breakfast that big family breakfast box thingy. three McDs we went to and finally settled at McD BU. haha. lwk la maa.

rumah. tido. ZOHOR TERBABAS. bangun pening pasal tak lunch. mandi. asar + ZOHOR. big apple.
KEHKEH! funny la you Diyana Taib! eceh. puji diri dohh.

that's just about it.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

it's the CLIMB


4 hours in the bus driven by the very RUDE driver with a pack of BIKA and Farah Najwa either unconcious or reading her UJANG by the window seat.
Finally, i've reached home.

let's start at 12 o'clock in the morning laa. homework macam org GILAK.
CNY punye pasal, sanggup tido pukol TIGA pagi mauu siapkan KH.
by 2.30, the words on the worksheet was getting blurry and i wasn't able to churn what the HELLA it was trying to tell me to do. thank GOD farah najwa and farah nur(HAHA) was there. otherwise, i would've jatuh SYAHID sudaa...
soo, woke up at 5.50 or sumthing(farah najwa semangat sangat, PASSUP!). mandi nk tk nk je pasal sejuk sgt.(farah nur lagi terok! mandi ala-ala P.Ramlee basuh mate je. TUNGKIK!)
then photographer tersohor kita, cik nurul hanis azhar took pics and lalala...

farah nur yg busuk behind the camera
 Faje and i wore SPORTSHOES!!!!they said to wear kasut bertutup. kire bertutup la tu kann???
then we lalala on waiting for the coaster to take us to LARKIN.

around 9 o'clock.
we're in larkin and there isn't much to do. McDonalds was freaking full of people so we hit KFC.
Damn the breakfast menu, we didn't get cheesy wedges, our all-time favourite fattening food.
Faje had hot milo, i had iced milo and we both had breakfast twister-and OFF TO HOMEWORK LAND!
together we did maths which seemed awfully simple but after an hour and a half, i started getting BENGONG and calculated the simplest things WRONG.poor decimals:(

LE BUS. the driver was ridiculously rude i felt like slapping him in the face.
as planned, fell right asleep and woke an hour after that. layan mp kejap. makan bika. slept again. about half an hour before we reached KL, i freakin needed the toilet.
what made things worse was the driver said he wouldn't stop at SERDANG so we(dengan bengangnya) called up our moms to pick us up at bkt jalil.
What made us HOT was the fact that he DID stop at SERDANG. EYYY!POKCIK NI MEMANG NAK KENE PANG SKALI NGAN AKU!!!!
finela, pakcik!you will terima the balasan!

3.30, i think.
reached Bukit Jalil. WEEE!!!
sronok!jmpe mummy and aunty ann and poyok!
balik rumah, TERBONGKANG, almost missed asar.

end of story 
and i lived happily ever after
with a mountain of homework to be done
the end
apela nasib= =' 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Let the brain busting begin...

The time of year which I absolutely positively DREAD has come. 
And there's no running away from it whatsoever.
Happy New Year.Happy Birthday Daddy.Happy Birthday Faje.UNhappy going back to school, Diyana.

YAAAAAHHHH!think positive la Diyana oiii...
Positive things to think about:
  1. Dynamites!YESS!i'll be back on court and back in action!
  2. Form 3! there's a whole lot of things to be excited about this year!
  3. Dormmates!!!Rindu-winduuu!!!
  4. Setiawarts!!!although they arent the ACTUAL setiawarts but, ehh, same thing!
  6. PPM! waa! seronok!
But of course,,, there are those bad, unhappy, miserable thoughts:
  1. Homework, YESS. my weakness.
  2. Sejarah, NOTA TAK SIAP.hahaXD
  3. Tudung baru,,,i have a feeling i wont like it.
  4. HOMESICKNESS. shoo away, will you!
  5. Cold water,,,BRRR!i can't stand it!
  6. Wake up at hella o'clock in the moning!
There are more but just thinking about it is making me depressed.
Insyallah, this will be a good year.I HOPE:D
PMR, Quints! Dalam tangan:))))