Love at First Sight? You're kidding me, right?

No music yet today, if you count out the TV3 jingle coming from the television.

Last Friday night, I experienced something I never thought I would ever experience all my life.

I attended the annual OPA-MGC/TKC OGA Debate/Dinner.

But trust me, I didn't even know what I was getting myself into until I got there.

Maka, siapakah yang sepatutnya dipersalahkan for this unexpected event in my almost-18-years of living?

Three words: Qistina Syasya Maslan

The night before my sisters and I went to the Big Bad Wolf with my roomie a.k.a MakCik. At the same time I was trying to cook up a plan how I could get myself to Sunway Lagoon on Friday to meet up with a friend from Kedah. After much thinking and coming up with yilek solutions, I took the plunge and TEXTED my Dad asking, "Is there any possible way for me to go to Sunway tomorrow? Just asking. Kalau takleh, I'm fine:)" 

His reply: Not possible

So I'm like: K

Party-pooper. Pfffffffffffffffttt.

So I spent my Friday morn' reading James Patterson's Daniel X: Armageddon which I purchased for RM8 rather than the initial RM40 in your local MPH or Popular bookstores, which is an amazing deal because I learnt from reading his Maximum Ride series that Patterson could really break your heart at the end of an EIGHT BOOK JOURNEY and make you feel the roller coaster ride of jumbled up emotions was just not worth your money. Faham tak?

Sedang aku bergolek-golek dalam arena kebosanan, WeChat alert tiba-tiba memecah kesunyian. It was Qisya. I'm like, "The hell does she want from me?" 

Dia mengajak ke dinner rupanya. Tambah interesting lagi apabila dia kata ada debate between RMC dan TKC. TBH, I had doubt and thought she was just messing with me. Fikir punya fikir punya fikir route nak ke Lake Club tengah-tengah KL daripada Bangi ni, dapatlah aku bodek Daddy hantar ke KTM station, naik train sampai ke Segambut, waited over 30 minutes for Faje to pick me up, and zoomed our way to Lake Club to meet up with Qisya and family for the dinner. Up til then, I still had no clue what the dinner was all about. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

Punyelah masin/kelat/payau taik hidung si Qistina Syasya tu tak warning awal-awak pada aku dan Faje bahawasanya tak perlu pun nak pakai baju kurung macam perempuan melayu terakhir masa dinner tu. Kira syukur la aku tak terfikir luar alam nak pakai heels malam tu. Nike flats selamat tersarung pada kaki. Tudung bawal pun boleh tahan off color sempoi habis la tu takat pin butterfly je. Dress code dinner tu lepak je kot. Ada je manusia yang pakai jeans! But I somehow managed to steer my head to the positive view of things. Tah macam mana tah boleh terasa cool pulak dressing ala-ala remaja riang-ria pakai cukup syarat nak ke kenduri kahwin saudara mara. 

Baru terasa macam budak STF di tengah lautan alumni TKC dan RMC yang majoriti dah bergelar mak/bapak budak!

Diyana Taib ni masalah sikit bab jumpa parents member sendiri. Awkward tak terkata! Syukur yang teramat sangat Cik Farah Najwa yang sememangnya mesra alam tu was present. Masuk-masuk hall, nampak banner di atas stage terang tang-tang bertulis: 

Love At First Sight

OPA-MGC/TKC OGA Debate

And I'm like, "Daaammmmnnnnn..."

Apa-apalaaa...janji makan sodap, aku ok!

At the opening of the debate, I had started to reach into my bag for my Patterson but I decided not to stuff my ears with Linkin Park - to be respectful of the event. And I was glad that I didn't. Otherwise I might have missed some of the funniest adult jokes I had ever heard all my life.

The topic was: THBT Love at First Sight is a Reality.

RMC was gov and TKC was opposition. 

I kind of snorted and made a face at the topic. Seriously? That's all these highly achieved Tan Sris and Datuks could think up?

The points brought up by the men were shallow in my opinion. Or maybe it just felt that way because of how skeptical I was towards the topic. Either way, TKC's win was obvious since the beginning.

But I think what made the debate all the more fun was thanks to the moderator. A used-to-be debater from Malay College. Cocky was practically his middle name but it was super entertaining to watch. If I was to vote for best speaker, I'd choose him simply because he made me laugh so hard just when I thought I would be miserable throughout the whole debate.

Who knew men had two heads? New knowledge. Thanks for that, oldies.

And one of the Wong Brothers really got me on the 'Love is an umbrella for lust' joke. It WAS a joke right?

After the dinner, I followed Qisya home and gained a lot of ideas for my bedroom. And we just dished out on so much until 3 a.m. 

Night well spent, I'd say.

#Sedikit perkongsian ikhlas dari hati, out of pengalaman orang sekeliling dan diri sendiri:

Sisters, if a man extends his hand our way, are we to take it as to not be viewed as disrespectful?

Absolutely not. Even if he is older than us or someone of a big name in society. 

Niat tidak dan tak akan pernah menghalalkan cara, am I right?

If you just give a small smile, bow your head a little while mildly shaking your head when offered a hand to shake, it's already enough of a show of respect. And you yourself will gain their respect as a muslim woman, InsyaaAllah. 

An alien horse named Xanthos from Patterson's book just taught me: 

"Never give sway to the negative way."

Well said. I'd love to make a pit stop at your hometown in the Dark Horse Nebula to pick up some nice quotes:)

Bahasa vs Language

Currently listening to Alex Goot's version of Bon Jovi's "Living On A Prayer" and I am loving it. Who says classics can't be made new? Some say, "It's just not the same." I don't see it as making a new of the old or even improvising. It's more like adjusting those old school masterpieces so that the new generation could learn to love it too. Sebab tu wujud Light&Easy dengan Hitz.fm. Lain-lain generasi taste pada muzik bukannya sama. But I salute Dads like mine. Layan je lagu orang-orang muda. Tapi bab rap hip hop melampau buat serabut jiwa raga memang aku pun mintak tukar radio station.

Judging by the way I write my old entries, you'd think I'm those budak melayu who prefer to converse in English, write in English and laa-dee-daa. To be honest, I was that kid. In fact I think I still am. Speaking in English gives me that push of confidence I always lack when I'm in a situation that requires social skills. My parents are great in English, I'm guessing due to the fact that they used to study in the US, and perhaps it just rubbed off on us. Plus, Disney was practically a large part of my childhood. Up to this day, with only about two months left of being 17, if you ask me what's my favourite TV channel, I'd say Disney Channel. Favourite movie? Perhaps something from Pixar. But I don't like to be specific on that. Because my interest keeps changing. Frequently.

But it really gets to me when some people see me as 'budak bajet speaking English berabuk sekali dengan accent'. Accent kebenda? Bukannya aku tiru gaya Harry Potter cakap pun. Aku allergic dengan mentaliti orang yang rasa those who prefer to speak English as BAJET. Tegur baik-baik cakap, "Sorry bro. Aku tak berapa nak faham la. Kita speaking Melayu jom?" kan best? Masa form five, bedmate aku (belah kiri) budak Kelantan. Suka sangat sakat aku panggil "British Girl" dengan accent dia yang teramat sangat dahsyat tu. Kalau aku bawak balik food yang rare sikit pun dia panggil benda tu 'biskut mat salih'.

Don't get me wrong. I love this girl. She's one of my 'mom replacements' while I'm at school since I'm horrible at taking care of myself. But although I might laugh every time she mimics me when my English just pours out, especially when I'm on the phone with family, it bugs me up to the point that I wish that language didn't matter to a race or nation. So what dengan bahasa kebangsaan? English boleh bawak aku pergi jauh.
Tapi bodoh jugak cara fikir mcam tu. Kau orang apa Ting? Ayat first kau cakap sejak lahir dalam bahasa apa Ting? Dah kalau bukan kau yang nak martabatkan bahasa nenek moyang sendiri, siapa lagi? The other races in this country don't give a damn about my language. And I'm grateful that it's while in school I realize this. Nak tunggu sedar bila umur dah meningkat dewasa, kira wassalam la kalau nak ubah diri waktu dah sibuk dengan kerja dan kalut fikir hal keluarga. True, it's never too late for anything. Tapi aku sangat bersyukur kesedaran tu datang lebih awal.

Boleh tahan geram bila member sendiri pandang pelik bila aku nyanyi lagu melayu dengan segala feeling bagai. Hafal lirik sebijik-sebijik pulak tu! Setakat lagu Jesnita-Exist tu...heh! Hujung lidah ni je lah. Let's make this clear: I am no minah salih celup. Tapi itu tak bermakna novel melayu bersusun atas rak dalam bilik. Ooohooo... tidak sama sekali. Hlovate sahaja boleh digest. Novel Melayu cintan-cintun balik-balik pasal kena kahwin paksa memang allergic.

Macam dah jauh tersasar dari niat sebenaaar je. (Awek Legoland epic!)

Actually I just wanted to say that I plan to continue telling my life story (as if it's any interesting) like a Malay novelist would. I've had enough essay writing in this SPM year thanks to dearest Sir Rashid and I'd like to experiment with my writing just a bit. I've long had a desire to write a novel but it's difficult to describe completely Malay settings and situations in English. It doesn't serve justice to the background. The closest example I could give is the south zone literary component, The Curse. Its setting is in a Malay village but even the word 'village' throws out the thrill and awesomeness that the word 'kampung' would provide, don't you think?

In this case, saying, "It's just not the same" is valid.

Never a Breeze

Setahun. wow. Dahsyat.
Currently listening to a cover of "Let Her Go" by none other than Kurt Schneider and Tyler Ward.
Amazing how music and a bunch of words can get to you, huh?
Dah lama aku tak terfikir pun nak tanya khabar blog ni. But obviously, being absolutely free of any kerja yang menyerabutkan jiwa, I have ample time in my hands to post entries.

As the world probably knows (bajet satu dunia kenal Diyana Taib), I'm not interested in keeping posted about what others are doing which has nothing to do with me. (The NBA has plenty to do with me, so itu wajib follow. How else am I supposed to know when Lin's coming back from his injury?) And I definitely have no interest in letting people know what I'm up to. Which brings me to the topic of my not getting the concept of twitter and these people getting tweet limits. What are they tweeting??? "Hold that thought, I need a potty break"?

 Kay. Tu lawak. Ada eh orang nak pergi tandas pun bagi tahu satu dunia?

But it's up to them laa. Who am I to say they're being ridiculous? Silakan wahai rakan-rakan di Twitter, Facebook dan sebagainya. Knock yourselves out and tell the world what colored underpants you have on today!

This past year had been a series of roller coaster rides from various different theme parks. You name it; Universal Studios Singapore, Sunway Lagoon Adventure Park, Legoland Malaysia, Genting Highland Theme Park, Cosmos World Times Square, heck, even Disneyland Hong Kong. Naik atas, turun balik, loop-de-loop, corner kanan, corner kiri, gostan pun ada. Gila ah. Nak putus nafas aku tahun ni. Air mata jangan cakap lah. Mahu tiga baldi penuh.

How about we tell this story from the angle of a Malay novelist eyy?

Mulanya hikayat apabila hanya tinggal beberapa hari bergelar budak form four. Studies memang tak tentu hala sejak awal tahun. Mana tidaknya. Kepala dah tak boleh nak fokus pada pelajaran. Aktiviti kokurikulum yang jauh lebih menarik jika dibandingkan dengan duduk menghadap buku pagi, petang siang, malam sememangnya cukup memenuhi ruang minda yang pada hakikatnya tidaklah seluas mana. Tambah pula menjadi seorang pelajar yang sentiasa berada di kelas paling hadapan sejak form one. Alhamdulillah setiap kali peperiksaan akhir tahun, keputusan boleh tahan warna melayang. (Flying colours. Saja hyperbola. Sue me kalau tak puas hati.) So naturally, my confidence that I would manage throughout the whole academic year even when piled up with extra curricular activities was sky high.

Dah memang salah diri sendiri kalau niat tak betul hari pertama menapak ke sekolah untuk mulakan sesi persekolahan tahun 2012. "This year, I really want to focus on the team. Kekalkan kejuaraan yang seniors tahun lepas tungkus-lumus dapatkan. Break a few rules maybe? I've been too good for too long. Bukannya aku ni prefect pun nak berlagak buat baik bagai. Yang penting, aku dah form four. Aku nak suruh juniors berus tapak kaki pun takde hal lah."

Bagus kan niat? Satu azam pasal nak maintain grades gempak pun tak ada. Elok punya perangai. Betul lah orang kata. Dah cecah 16 tahun, rasa diri sendiri je betul. Kata orang lain dah tak boleh pakai dah. Aku rasa perubahan dalam diri aku. Senang naik angin, senang tak puas hati dan susah nak terima kata-kata orang lain yang sebenarnya nak memperbetulkan apa yang dah terang lagi bersuluh tak betul. But I managed to contain the rebellious side of myself that was growing. Alhamdulillah persekitaran waktu tu membantu tahan diri daripada asyik nak memberontak. Mentaliti orang sekeliling masa tu masih kira boleh pakai. Empat tahun kut dengan orang yang sama dalam satu kelas. Dah selesa. Tapi semua orang membesar. Setiap manusia yang meningkat usia mengubah perspektif mengikut keadaan semasa. Kira tak adil lah kalau nak samakan pemikiran pemuda zaman dolu-dolu dengan anak muda sekarang kan?

*****
It's maghrib. Uhh, to be continued?

Satu Dugaan

Pergh! First time kot title BM! I think...
I must be the worst blog owner in the history of bad blog owners. So sue me!
Don't get me wrong. Writing - ME LOVE. But updating about almost every event in my life - takes up too much energy. I'm not very good with commitment.

Now, back to the title. I think everybody who knows me knows what I'm talking about.
OH HKSBP 2012!!!!
Definitely NOT our year. My eyes hurt for approximately a week or so and are sort of puffy looking but whatever. You get the picture. It wasn't a very HAPPY occasion.

We won the first game, alhamdulillah.
Then the game with SSP was pretty close. We lost,still. But it was a good fight.
I don't even want to remember the game with SEMSAS.
And the match with SMAPL was just- TRAGIC (credits to Kak Nadhirah XD)

How can I put this? I was..well..umm..to put it in one word..FRUSTRATED.
DEVASTATED works too.
Who wouldn't be? 2 years of going as a supporter. Both years full of drama and whatnot.
Finally getting in the team and, well, let's just say it didn't live up to my expectations.
It was the absolute opposite really.
What makes it worst is what happened right after the lost

Here's us: crying, laughing at the ridiculousness of our defeat. Such a foreign feeling, honestly.
Here's coach: "Dynamites, come here." He gathered us.
It was quite clear in my mind what I bet he would say. But what actually came out of his mouth just left my mouth hanging open in disbelief. Yup, I was freaking dumbfounded.
You would be too if you heard it first hand.

"I'm resigning."
and the rest was blablablablabla...
Well, that's just a nicer way to say "I EFFIN' QUIT!"

I'm sorry dude. I loved you but that was just a low blow, man.
I'm not saying that I didn't blame you at all for what happened but GOSH! GET A GRIP!
Us girls are the ones who should be having a nervous break down and threaten to give up.
Though I was already sort of holding a grudge on you before, what you said that day just totally vaporized my respect for you. Gone with the wind. *queue whistling sound right here*

Alright. Ting. Enough. What's past is past.
The here and now and what will come is what's important.
Now I have to really focus on my studies because my grades are tragically SLIPPING.
I can't let that happen. I'm a good student. It's just that this year, my interest towards various forms of art is growing like crazy and I love doing it! Video-making, creative writing, music, designing - even photography!
I have to admit- I'm pretty good.
But it's severely distracting me.
AND WE ALL KNOW THAT I AM VERY EASILY DISTRACTED

Insyaallah, I'll be a good captain.
I've layed out some training plans that can hopefully strengthen our basics.
Just gotta find another coach- AND WE'RE GOOD TO GO! hopefully.

Strive For Glory, Ting. Let's Return to Victory next year.

Mulakan dengan bismillah.

The Essay That Got Me Somewhere

“This has nothing to do with Elliot, Harold!” I heard my mother yelling. Another day, another fight, another nasty cut on my arm. They fought every single day and I couldn’t help but feel better when there’s a physical pain that could overcome the mental torture.

One night, something inside me snapped and I went haywire, knocking everything in my way. The bickering from the next room ceased and my parents rushed out as I yanked the front door open. The freezing autumn breeze hit my whole body as I lunged myself out of the house. Behind me, my parents pleaded me to come back but I just ran faster with a smirk on my face. There was no way I was going back.

Miles away from home, I realized I was lost. Looking around, I found myself wandering down a dark alley cluttered with trash and filth. I passed a few bone-thin beggars with unruly hair sleeping on cardboard near the drains. The gruesome sight gave me goose bumps all over.

“This planet’s a dump and it’s all the grown-ups’ fault,” I muttered as I kicked a stray tin can.

The can rolled down the alley until it came to a halt upon reaching boney feet owned by a hooded figure. “What’s wrong dear boy?” a soft yet trembling voice asked. I was frightened but somehow intrigued to get closer and have a peek at her face. As I inched closer, lightning struck, giving me a clear view of the crooked features of an old woman. Slowly, she walked away as if forgetting her question and I felt my legs swinging under me, following her.

I had to blink thrice to check if I was dreaming because at the end of the alley stood a marvelous water fountain, its edges made of pure marble and gold, the water a calming blue. “Go ahead, dear. Make a wish,” she whispered.

My eyes closed shut as I made my wish without even thinking twice. “I wish for a better world,” I started. My lips curled upwards as I said the next words, “where kids rule.”

The next thing I knew, I was free-falling into the majestic fountain without getting a single drop of water on me, as if the water was nothing but thin air. It was far deeper than I’d thought. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t for I was choking on my own breath. The fall seemed endless.

“King Elliot?” A boy’s voice startled me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on the shoulders of two chubby boys. How did I get here? I wanted to scratch my head but my hand collided with something hard. A crown?

“Welcome to Childhood City, Your Highness. We’ve been waiting for your arrival.”

I looked around me and saw a wondrous sight. Above our heads were colorful rollercoaster tracks that could take you just about anywhere you needed to go. Next, I saw a bunch of kids coming out of an ice-cream parlor carrying jumbo-sized ice-cream cones that were dripping on the bright green grass. Best of all, everywhere I went, kids would drop what they were doing and bow down to me. During the tour, I didn’t see a single adult who could ruin this perfect world. Good riddance.

“It’s time to visit the tower the children built for you, my King,” said one of the boys and I let them lead the way.

Much to my dismay, the view from the top was spine-chilling, the absolute opposite of what I expected when we arrived at the tower which was made from top to bottom, completely of genuine LEGO blocks. It was built so tall, I could see everything in the exciting city-including what lay beyond. Past the borders was anything but exciting. Through the binoculars, I could see adults in torn clothes hard at work harvesting wheat, carrying weight on their backs and sorting through trash for something edible. They were so thin, they barely seemed human. They looked miserable and yet they were the ones keeping the city alive. I stared at the heart-breaking scene without realizing that tears were rolling down my cheeks. Were my parents out there too?

“Every kid becomes an adult when they turn 18 and will be thrown out of the city to become slaves. Including you, Elliot.” Upon hearing the familiar trembling voice, I spun around expecting to come face-to-face with the old woman but no one was there. My heartbeat accelerated as I raced out of the tower. This wasn’t the perfect world I wanted and I was determined to fix it!

I gathered my subjects for a rally to set them straight. “Things are getting out of hand here so we need to enforce some rules.” Those were probably the most mature yet pea-brained words I had ever said in my whole eleven short years of living.

“He’s thinking like a grown-up! He doesn’t deserve to be King!” said a blonde girl. The others murmured in agreement and some were already climbing the podium to grab me. Realization dawned on me. Who was I kidding? Kids hated rules! I hated rules!

They weren’t just planning on overthrowing me they solemnly wanted to kill me. I was brought to the bottomless caramel lake to face my doom. Through the corner of my tear-filled eyes, I saw the old woman smiling sadly at me amongst the crowd of anxious children. I wanted to rip her head off for this mess but soon found out that she wasn’t the bad guy. She was a friend.

“Make another wish, Elliot. A better one,” her soft, now velvety voice rang in my head as I hung upside-down for the royal dip. I closed my eyes and thought thoroughly this time, too afraid to mess up again.

Right before my head reached the caramel, I realized what I really wanted. “I wish my parents are here to save me.”

My whole body was drenched and I felt a pair of strong hands carrying me. I peeked through my heavy eyelids and saw an aged policeman looking exhausted but relieved for some reason. “I found him!” he shouted. A few paramedics rushed to me to check if I was alright which, strangely, I was.

Another pair of hands took me from the policeman and warm lips caressed my forehead. “Oh, Elliot, honey. We’re so sorry we did this to you,” my mother spoke between sobs. My parents squished me in a tight embrace but I didn’t mind for it was a feeling I longed for. For the first time in a long time, I told them I loved them but it came out barely a whisper. Another kiss, signaling they heard me.

As we walked back to our car, I silently thanked the old woman for helping me fathom that not every adult is evil. The paramedics and policemen are heroes, in fact. My parents are heroes too. They just needed their son to make a stupid wish and open their eyes a bit. But of course, from then on, I learned to be more careful what I wish for.

wokay! it didn't actually get me to Dublin but it's gotten people to see me as a good writer which is awesome enough for me. I just like to be acknowledged for something I do, y'know?

Going Back:)

Ever noticed I don't really write about things that terribly matters?
Like New Year or Hari Raya or Birthdays or Vacations and the list could go on and on about important things that I don't give a damn about writing.
No wait. Scratch that. Sounds so wrong.
I do want to write about them but, to me, it's pretty much like....
Somethings are just way too precious and special that there are no real words for it.
Trust me. I WANT to write about those things that matters.
I really do.
But when I get up to do it.
I get this kind of writers' block that just makes me sit down again.
What a METAPHOR!
Everybody give a big round of applause for the great Diyana Taib!!!

Anywhooo..
I'm pretty sure going back to STF counts as something that matters, ryyyte?
Yes. Yes, it does.
I'm excited, I guess.
Scared at the same time of what's to come.
But I'll never know if I don't "man up" to face it right?

Oh, I'm "MANing UP" all right.
Packing isn't easy, and you easily lose the mood for it and get grouchy for the rest of the day.
Naaaa, but I'm not letting that happen to moi.
This year is going to be amazing Insyaallah.
I'm going to put 120% iin everything I do.

Insyaallah.
I'll do great.
With HIS help,
ANYTHING is possible.
Amin:)

Long time no blog eyy?

I have TONS to say.
But I'm just not feeling it.
Gaaahh!
I want to write about the Bandung trip and all that other stuff I'd thought about writing but obviously, now I've forgotten what I even wanted to write about which pretty much just sucks.

Yeah...
Hey, that felt good.
At least I'm blogging right?

Care. I. What.
Salam.
(oh ye, saya nak balik sekolah tun fatimah sudah:)))

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.
Dynamites.
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.

Insyaallah.
We'll get through this one.
Together.
Amin:)

She asked for it:DDD

This creep?

Yeah, I guess I kinda miss her.
HAHA:DDD

Disturbed

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.

Same.Old.Jerk.
No.Faith.
Ass.
Downer.
Hope.Smasher.
Big.Fat.Piece.Of.Badass.

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

GAAHHH!
Geramnye!

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

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

Out.

Apology...accepted?

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

Alhamdulillah.
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.

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.

Pfft.
Problematic.
But care i what?

STOMP '11

One word to sum it all up.
Beautiful:)

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.
I LOVED THAT ONE!

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:)))

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.

“Daniella!”

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.

Untitled...yet

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

Prologue

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 14^th 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.”

Addicted:)

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. 

Wow.

Short list, don't you think?

Eh, care i what.

Out:D

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. =.="

Anyhoww...

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

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!
HAHA! Yeah, EMBARRASSING!
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,
ACTIONS DEFINITELY SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.

Ayte,
'till next time, folks:)

Quintessence:)

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

QUINTESSENCE!!!!


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.
ROLLING.
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.
Yes, BOREDOM.
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.

ehh.

Achievements:)

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.