pembunuh bijirin

baiklah. entri kali ni sedikit emo dan bersikap defensive sikit. so ia tak sesopan biasa.

pernah kutuk subtitle yang kelakar? sape tak pernah. tipulah kalau kau kata tak pernah. aku selalu.
bolehlah kot, kalau 101 dalmations jadi 101 bintik.
apehal.
tapi kan, kalau kutuk2 pastu bagi cadangan terjemahan yang betul, ok gak kot. pastu kalo kutuk pastu pegi buat sesuatu untuk betulkan keadaan ni, bagus jugak. tapi kalau setakat kutuk, gelak2, kate "amende ah penterjemah nih. aku boleh buat lagi best. bodoh ke ape." ... kenapa kau tak buat?
yelah, korang mesti malas nak belajar benda senang kan, benda yang korang dah terer kan. baik amik course yang profesional sket, nanti keje gaji besar pastu dihormati orang ramai, fuiyoo. dah masuk menara gading yang hebat lagi bertaraf tinggi mesti korang taknak belajar ijazah sarjana muda sastera kan. iye betul.
aku pernah kena kutuk secara tak langsung oleh....(jeng3)...pakcik teksi.
sepanjang perjalanan 15minit tu pakcik tu tanya aku belajar ape kat universiti, dan lepas dengar jawapan aku dia terus berlagak pasal anak dia yang amik sains. tercungap-cungap aku cuba mencelah mengatakan aku belajar sains gak dulu jadi aku pun lebih kurang same terer ngan anak dia gak, tapi tak terkeluar. haha. ade gak orang yang mengutuk terang2an ape yg aku belajar nih. lebih kurang macam, nanti ko da abes blaja ko nk keja ape? alaa kos ko mcm snang je aku dgr. kalo aku amik msti leh score nyer. uyh, jadi translator? gaji sket je tu hoy. err...interpreter tuh hape?
hehe. bes kan. eh aku dah merepek ni. okey ilie stop digressing.
camni. subtitle tu memang kelakar. nak tau ape sebabnye? nak dengar ke aku bebel kat cni?
camnilah. sepanjang tiga tahun, aku belajar grammar english and bm secara mendalam adelah lebih kurang 5-6 subjek. itupun tak berani aku ngaku terer. setakat sintaks dan semantik tu boleh la kot aku gagahkan diri. masuk sosiolinguistik aku terpengsan sekejap. belum lagi contemporary english grammar. 2nd year belajar law. huyy bes jugak. every week buat translation and editing classmates kita nyer keje. banyak bidang: berita, sukan, law, sains, teknologi, ape ntah lagi aku malas nak berlagak ish teruknye aku ni. 3rd year buat interpreting. hamik kau terus terjemah ayat tu sambil orang tu tgh bercakap. evry week kene berlakon impromptu, debate, intellectual discourse, interpret CNN, berita seluruh dunia, discovery channel, speech drp pemimpin2 negara malaysia dan juga negara luar (kau bayangkan accent dorg yg pelbagai) dan lain2. sape tadi yang cakap dia bleh score senang2 tu? meh cni.
sebenarnya sume bende kalo kite tak alami, mesti nmpk mcm senang. bagi aku mmg snang kot. tp x brani nk kate hoy snang la apehal ko takleh buat elok2? sbb aku tau sndiri pun byk kelemahan lagi. classmates aku sniri pun bukannye sume terer menterjemah. kitorg rajin je menggelakkan kwn2 sniri punye terjemahan, walaupun itu yang kitorang belajar sampai nk termuntah.
contohnya, terjemahan novel yang kitorang buat masa 2nd year. aku kene edit kawan aku punya. dalam novel yang penuh unsur2 figuratif bahasa ibunda kita tu, ada satu peribahasa 'menegakkan benang yang basah'
... aku tak payah cakap la ek, dia translate jadi apa. nanti berguling2 lak korang gelak kat ctu, sape yang susah.
actualy aku enjoy, ye aku enjoy je blajar bende nih. tp mcm xbes kot, org lain kutuk ape yg kite buat. kitorg nk kutuk takpe, sebab that's what we do. we are entitled to kutuk2. ahh sudah rojak bahasa ku. lantaklah. jadi camnilah. kalo ye nak kutuk, berpada2 la kot. mesti ade sebab knape dorg tu buat salah. mungkin perkataan tu ada 2 maksud. mungkin dia salah dengar, mungkin dia memang bodoh taktau pun tapi korang tak layak kutuk dia sebab korang pun bukannye tau sgt keje dia tu susah ke senang. main ckp je, blasah kang.
hoy tbe2 aku garang.
tak semestinye ko pandai cakap bm dgn hebatnye, sume peribahasa ko tau maksudnya, english korang muet band 6stengah ke, penah tinggal kat US mase kecik2 ke...tak smestinye korang boleh menghasilkan terjemahan yang berkualiti dalam jangka masa yang pendek. toksah marah dbp kalo tak pernah tau sistem dorang macamana. jangan belagak taknak tengok kamus walopun korang rase korang terer tahap gaban pun. sebutan tu...alahai, kalo boleh taknak la pelat2 tapi tak kisahla asalkan phonetic symbols ko reti bace supaya tak memalukan diri di khalayak ramai. aku sebenarnye selalu je memalukan diri di khalayak ramai. tapi tak kisahla, aku belajar oke.

ye. dah pjg sgt mrh2 ni. apehal ntah? sudah2. yang penting, aku dlm proses melakukan sesuatu utk mengelakkan bidang terjemahan dikutuk2 lagi.

dan tajuk tu? yelah, pembunuh bijirin kan ke serial killer.
kalo berani kutuklah. sekian terima kasih.

[p/s: utk latihan menterjemah minggu ini: "nama pun khai. memang tak boleh pakai!" (dipetik drp citer ape ntah kat tv) ...cuba translate dgn hebatnye dgn mengekalkan unsur2 figuratif, cultural, serta dynamic equivalence. dan kekalkan nada marah tersebut. jwpn akan diberi setelah ade at least beberapa cdgn jwpn drp anda semua di ruang komen.]

angel in disguise

it takes a lifetime to build a reputation.

it only takes a moment to tear it down.

i am no longer seventeen; an age where i can mess up my life as much as i want to and still come out clean in the end.

the privileges of being an adult comes with the price of facing the immediate consequences of my own actions. innocence can no longer prevail.

i never said i was good. even so, i myself cannot believe the enormity of what i've done.

regret? no. absolutely not.

surprised? you bet.

disappointed in myself? was. and still am.

to keep my mind off things (and to get away from people), i went to the top floor where we keep all this junk and started rummaging around for my old children's books...hoping that i could re-obtain the innocence that i lost.

that's when i found you.

i lost my copy of our high school's yearbook two years ago. i borrowed yours when you asked me to help organize the reunion. i haven't returned it to you yet, it seemed.

i found your copy in an old box filled with memories. the papers are yellowed, the cover a bit smudged, the pages curling at the corners. i did not dare flip through it, afraid of what i might find. of the things i might remember. of the realization how much things have changed since then. i put it aside.

to my surprise, i found my copy just a few books down in the same box. the pages still crisp, the cover still immaculately white.

i stared at both of the yearbooks. identical, except yours look so sloppy, as if portraying what you've been through all these years. mine is the picture of pure innocence, as if time stops moving with it.

the immaculate white cover might just be what it is: a cover. nobody knows what is really underneath it. you might be surprised at what you'll find. and in reality, time never stops. it keeps on moving and drags you along, resulting in changes you might be unwilling to face.

there's nothing you can do except hope. i continued to sit there, surrounded by unopened boxes which contained the past, staring at the two yearbooks. i wonder how looks can be so deceiving. finally, i vowed to myself that even though time forces me to take the same path, i will never, ever repeat the same mistakes again.

smiling at strangers

she was sitting on the turf, watching her nephew clamber up and down the slides at the playground. replying messages. trying to hide from the sun. hoisting a bottle of water everywhere she goes.
and then came the kites.
one was blue, and the other, pink. with minnie mouse on it.
her eyes followed the string and saw 3 guys arguing over who should hold the kites and who should run with the string.
she smirked, coz the kites are just too cute for them! maybe they saw the smirk so they made a point of arguing right where she was sitting, and running around with the kites in very near vicinity. she had to dodge the strings every 5 seconds.
annoyed, but with nowhere else to go, she grabbed one of the strings and ran away with the kite. she glanced towards the sky. oh, it was the pink kite. nice.
ignoring the shouts of "hoy! ko nk bwk g mane tuh??" from the guys, she continued running. and laughing. and enjoying her sudden moment of kite-stealing. she had so much fun it made her forget all her worries.
with a genuine smile, she turned back towards the owners of the kite she just robbed.
apparently, they'd given up trying to chase her. maybe they were amused by what she did.
so the only thing they did was smile back.

berubah hati

im sorry, portugal guy...
you were popular and hot talented, but TOTALLY outshined by villa...

that guy did a hat-trick, okayy? (and he's cuter.)
tak sia2 dia ganti raul yang dah..er..tua.

so you know who i'm rooting for now...

Go, Spain!

one love undivided...!

i'm in love with this. would be nice to share it with all of you ;)
after all, i don't have the mood to write because of...1)broken lappy T_T.. 2)all of the things i wanted to post sound a bit...harsh. 3) okayy, they're downright bitchy. if i don't have anything nice to say, it's better to say nothing at all.

so here goes, peeps. Here In My Home, by Malaysian Artistes for Unity.

[update]

erm..the mood has been lifted, i feel better now. thanks to you, and for that i dedicate the title of this post for you...and you alone.
i remembered a conversation we had which involved you, me, a fountain at night, and...strangely...a straw (hehe). it's not even that memorable, it's nothing significant, it might even be meaningless. but to have that moment with you, to turn an uneventful happening into something memorable, significant, and meaningful...well, that's priceless. and i love you for that.

all thanks to the straw.

;)

Whispered Secrets of the Four-Leaf Clover

The four-leaf clover is an uncommon variation of the ordinary, more abundant three-leaf clover that you can easily find in your front lawn. Why are four-leaf clovers associated with good luck? Some people say that each leaf on the clover has a special meaning; the first leaf represents Hope, the second leaf represents Faith, the third represents Love, and the last leaf represents Luck.

This little boy in the red T-shirt once asked me why is the sky so blue? Instead of answering “it is the oxygen atoms in the atmosphere which scatters the blue light from the sun,” which is the truth, I made up a story and told him that “one day, the blue stripe from the rainbow got stuck on the sharp branch of a tree, was torn open and his colour spilled all over the clouds.”

He loved that version.

The four-leaf clover and the sky have their own secrets, but they are easier to reveal compared to other secrets I wish I have the answers to.

Such as when I know you’re avoiding something but I don’t know why.
Or the fact that you need someone like a heart needs a beat.
Dan juga apabila kita tertanya, adakah hari esok milik kita…atau bukan milik sesiapa.

It got me thinking. Secrets are better left untouched, the truths are best kept veiled. For once they are revealed there will be no more magic. There will be no more wonder. There will be no more things left to ponder.
Therefore, out of respect, I will leave the secrets of life with all their glory.

And I will never again ask why.

pengumuman.

encik idz dah kawin.

...dan saye tak pegi wedding beliau. sekian terima kasih.
(peminat setia dia mesti kecewa. hehe jgn bgtaw ***n!)

tag yang diperam.

tamau post the rules. oyeahh.

Random Fact #1
i memorize lines from P Ramlee films.

Random Fact #2
i love CSI. i hate CSI. figure that out yourself.

Random Fact #3
my nephews' names were given by me.

Random Fact #4
i danced along to the ben stiller-jack black-robert downey jr's performance during american idol 2008. cannot resist.

Random Fact #5
during my school days, i wear baju kurung with sneakers. senang nak lari kalo warden kejar. @_@ takdelah. itu bukan sebab sebenar. sebab kalo warden kejar saye x lari. rilek je buat2 x bersalah lalu terlepas dari hukuman. so, i wear baju kurung with sneakers. to run from seratas guys masa outing. mungkin itu sebab sebenar.

Random Fact #6
i burnt my tongue yesterday (sup itu panas rupanya) and it still hurts.

Random Fact #7
lagu2 Muse takboleh dinyanyikan semula oleh orang lain. TAKBOLEH. random facts kan. sukehatilah.

Random Fact #8
tadi abg saye dtg umah n bercerita perkara2 kelakar. lalu saye teringat. when i was 5, i didn't know i have an older brother. haha kasihan beliau. ini kisah benar.

okay itu saje. sape nk kne tag sila msg saye.
heh. tahpape.
happy 15th birthday kepada adik kamu.
okay gudnyte.

Stalkers, stalking. [cont'd]

ada request mintak sambung citer tu.
aih, xyahlah.
sbb lepas lepak kat playground tu pastu bosan pastu g mkn eskrim mekdi pastu balik.

itu saje. hee.

see? reality, if not laced with a bit of fantasy, is as bland and dull as watching grass grow.
hah.
lebih2 pulak.
kalo cikgu kreatip writing ku bace msti da lame kne kutuk.

oke dah!
nantikan kisah sterusnya ya.

(p/s: kamu, cepatlah pulang)

A Thousand Splendid Suns...

‘aku nampak dia baca catch-22, by joseph heller. Dah lama aku cari. So dia citer la, catch-22 mmg best tp ada uniqueness..mcm, ade twisted sense of humor sket..’

“ohh..aku rasa style of writing dia mcm the kite runner la nih,”

‘the kite runner? Er..tak pernah baca lagi. Sape author?’

“khaled hosseini. bacalah weyh, bes gak. ”

Any book recommendation from this guy is worth looking into, even if the above conversation took place for about over a year ago. However, by some incomprehensible twist of fate, I never got round to reading it yet. Never mind why. Turns out that’s his only novel and he hasn’t written any new ones.
Until…
a (solitary? self-consoling? unintended?) trip to a bookstore led me to find a thousand splendid suns, his second novel which the paperback edition has just been published this year. And it was worth it.
I cannot stop marveling at the way the author puts everything into perspective, leaving readers with a sense of wonder, and never once could I predict what the characters would do. How amazingly simple his descriptions were and yet the world he painted through the words will come vividly alive in your mind.
If the kite runner is a story that revolves around Amir and Hassan, about boys and men…a thousand splendid suns revolves around Mariam and Laila, and about the predicaments of Afghan women since the last three decades. It will leave you with a renewed sense of respect and be in awe of how women struggle to maintain their dignity.
My suggestion? Read it. And you might find your own share of a thousand splendid suns.

Stalkers, stalking.

what if…we check out that address? said the driver on the way back. the friend in the next seat replied distractedly, sure, why not? it’s not like i have anywhere else to be. so they changed courses, shifted gears, and set out to a place further from home.
have you been there before? no. where did you get the address? online. are you scared? … no! what do you think i am? well, a poor lovesick somebody who had your girlfriend taken away from you. that’s what i think you are.
silence.
maybe i am.
tires crunched on the gravel, car horns honked, unfamiliar roads meandered left and right.
is this the one? uhh…it looks scary. no signboard, no signs of people, nothing. are you sure? yes. It says here sg 5.
here it is.
another uncomfortable silence.
here she is.
the friend risks a glance at the driver, shoved him aside and took the wheel.
what are you doing? you’re in no shape to drive. shut up, I’m okay. gimme that. no. clearly you’re not. what kind of friend are you? the supportive kind. *smirks* you call this supportive? i should have known. you are just like the others. the friend screeched to a halt and looked him in the eye. i was shocked when i first heard about you and her. but did i undermine you? no. because i know how much she means to you. but you were my friend first. you know what you’re doing is wrong, seriously wrong. maybe there’s a blessing in disguise from all this. if not, when will it end? tell me, when?
…it might end. but not now.
they drove home in silence. stopped at the old playground where they spent most of their childhood days. back when things were fun. back when things were simple, easy, and free.
the evening went by.
lost in thoughts while sitting together at the old swing set, they caught each other’s eyes. and smiled. at that moment, the friend knew there’s nothing she could do to change his mind.
but no matter what happens… they will always have this old playground to come back to.

Lefty guys who play guitar

Face it, we’re all into reality TV shows no matter how much we decorate them with insults. Cease the denial, baby, and repeat after me: “I’m addicted to ____.” (insert the reality show of your choice)

Ever since I was young I never cared much for shows with all the glitz and glam of celebrity life. The shows themselves are not at fault, only I don’t understand why people make such a big deal out of them. And so the sentiment snaked from those kinds of shows into reality shows. However, over the years I decided to give them a chance. And I haven’t regretted it ever since.

My personal favourite is the dance reality show participated by married couples for a charity cause. Really, there’s nothing bad I can say about that show (except the hostess’ dress during the finals ;P). Anyway, that is sOo last year and talking about current events, let’s move on to the battle between two Davids.

David Cook is cute in a scruffy, i-don’t-give-a-damn kind of way…when my friends ask me what type of guys do I go for, the answer is always this: lelaki yg slebet2 sket, rambut messy tutup tlinge…hahahuhu … About David Archuleta, he did an amazing job when he managed to sing a masterpiece beautifully. (John Lennon – Imagine). And he’s a sweet kid. But David Cook could carry out a Mariah Carey tune (Always Be My Baby) in low notes. Aha. And he’s a rockstar lefty guitar playing guy. And I don’t want another Daughtry case. And Cook says he just wants to enjoy the moment. And his talents come with cuteness, did I mention that already?

So who will I vote for? Do you even have to ask?

amplified. [you'll know when you're outside, looking in.]

it won't matter when things don't happen to you. but you'll know it when they do.
the grass is always greener, alright.
i loved what i used to have. now the angel of freedom has left me. no matter how much i insist by saying "take me with you.."
i wonder what changed that part of me? and why should that be?

~

when i'm young, everything seems to be bigger, greater, louder, and harsher than it really was.
everything was amplified tenfold.

in kindergarten, i heard my mother yelling and scolding someone who used to be really important to me, but now i know she just raised her voice slightly during that time.
in 1st grade, i thought the 5th graders were sooo mature and intimidating. and tall. when it was my turn to be a 5th grader, i found myself being nowhere near mature or intimidating. or tall.
on my first day of boarding school, the seniors became my idols coz they seem like they have everything in control. when i turned seventeen, everything went out of control.

i won't say i outgrew all that. it's still here. for instance, right now, a few things are keeping me from being happy like before.
a few things which i might laugh about when they're solved coz by then, those things will seem so small compared to now.
coz right now, it really feels like a huge cross to bear.

taggy waggy

Tagged by niss...

1. What disappoints you the most?
~~ un-supportive people.

2. Where will you go if someone sponsor you a tour ticket?
~~ owhh. le tour le Paris...voulez-vous voudrais venir avec moi? eh ntah btul ke slh tuh. alahh lupa.

3. What's your favorite thing to do?
~~ anything to do with the outdoors. long walks, hiking, camping...xplorace pun suke juge. hee.

4. Do you think money can buy happiness?
~~ as i said before, happiness is subjective...

5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?
~~ my dreams are miiineeee...sy tamo bagitau.

6. Do you believe you can survive without money?
~~ yep. i have a living proof.

7. What are you afraid to lose the most?
~~ my ability to smile. truly.

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
~~ ape igt senang ke nk jwb soklan ni? huhu. $1 milion tu. bli kete. bli umah. kawen. hah amik kao. nk kawenkan org lain pun mampu.

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
~~ never did, never would, never wanted to. tapi kan, it's not important right now, ek? kalo suke sy diam2 je. hehe. kalo dia pun sbenarnye suke jugak then there's nothing i can do, ryte? btw, i don't LOVE someone when i first meet him, mcm lembap sket nk jato chenta kot. oyhh, pjg lak jwb soklan nih, baik. sy stop skrg.

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you?

~~Niss is:
1) seorg yg ceria. suke gelak. weehehe~
2) strong. ooh babe, you don't even realize that, do you?
3) cool r minah nih. sesape nk bekenalan sy bleh jadi ejen.

11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?
~~ camnilah. consider all the requirements fulfilled.

12. What type of person do you hate the most?
~~ people who are afraid to be honest.

13. What is your ambition?
~~ ini kne jwb cmne ni? okayy...career-wise, i would like to be an interpreter ye..tour guide pun bleh la..bwh sket..hm..sbenanye nk jd scriptwriter juga..dan professional dancer..dan byk lagi!

14. If you can teleport once, where would you go?
~~ does it cover fantasy world? willy wonka's chocolate factory :D

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
~~ love, trust, and faith...among the people i care the most.

16. If you could undo doing one mistake in the past, what would it be?
~~ staying and hoping for waaaay too long...

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?
~~ the ridiculously selfish part.

18. What music have you been listening to recently?
~~ 'chase this light' and 'always be' by jimmy eat world.

19. What is your least favourite animal?
~~ cicak. x perlu wujud pun xpe. eww.

20. What would you prefer to be - a man or a woman?
~~ i choose woman. why? haha. you have to be a woman to know.

Tagging: nobeat, kazet, anim, syefa, hairie.

lessons of the past...dreams of the future...and living in the present.

past.

...when was the last time i set foot in that place?
getting ready as usual, the three of us trooped together to a place that held many of my childhood memories. dad's running a bit late.
everything has changed, we thought. obligation settled, neighbours came and greeted us. asked us questions. have you finished studying? what are you doing now? "hah?? knape nk keje jaoh2??" that was auntie Mimi. hehe. after me, it was my sister's turn. haha padan muke kamu. jwblah soklan2 mreka.
the kenduri was nice.
stupidly, we were a tad underdressed (mase pegi pakai telekung, okayy...sy x prasannn)...irritatingly, the kids can't stop crying and the young boys were noisy throughout the whole event...mischievously, me n my sis took off right after the jamuan, leaving our parents there. hehe.
come to think of it, maybe some things never change.

future.

..."i don't have any more questions, so...okay! let's go pick your cubicle." *all three of them grinned*
"err..kejap, kejap...you mean i'm hired?" *wow, that was quick*
"yes! welcome to our department! let's go for a tour of this place."
"hehe. jom!"

~~~need i say more?
(thank you so much, to everyone involved...)

present.

...silence. empty. where did everybody go?
*okay, i'm going out.*

p/s: Happy Mother's Day, for all women out there who made things happen, who made us what we are today... This is for you.

oh. Happy Birthday to my beloved Haziq. you're only 4, but already you're a heartbreaker. i feel sorry for the girls your age. :D

the wait is over.

it's over.
but then...please wish me luck once again.
=D
all i know is, either way, it will be a win-win situation for me.

my predicament

trapped.

i want this wait to stop, i've taken action but it's still not enough.
once, it made me feel as if everything is already in place. now i know better.
that the path you plan and the path you take are two very different things.
two parallel lines, situated side by side, but will never meet.
i've done some, but clearly it's not enough.
'more' is required from me.
but i can't be in two places at once. so i have to think things through one more time.
a place to dwell, a skill to learn, a heart to leave behind.

angel of freedom, take me with you.

Guten Tag. Name Tag. ah, ape ntah.

ini sume salah encik hairie. kalo x puas hati sila cari beliau.

7 random facts about me:

1) i love road trips
2) i can't say no to kerja2 gila
3) i just read Detective Conan no. 60
4) i miss my brother
5) im wearing my blue Nanzan Uni t-shirt
6) i found my purple watch! ohh hepynyee
7) i want to dance on the streets again

7 things that scares me:

1) alone in the dark in an unfamiliar place
2) music stops in the middle of performing
3) giving a bad first impression, even though i believe in second chances
4) tertinggal bas. takot la kejap.
5) space shot.
6) apabila oche marah. dia sangat susah nak marah. seram woo.
7) cicak. arhhh!

7 random music at the moment:

1) guilllltyy...wooohhoo...emppptyyy...yeahhh... (lagu ape ntah tu)
2) i'll be (ed mccain)
4) step up (samantha jade)
5) marabahaya (pop shuvit)
6) somewhere over the rainbow (err..)
7) invincible (muse)

7 things i say the most:

1) bismillahirrahmanirrahim. (nk mkn nk tdo nk bwk kete nk jln2 etc)
2) amende?
3) okayy~ *rolls eyes*
4) damn, he's hot!
5) hoy, xnaakkk!!
6) jap.
7) ...*speechless*

7 things i treasure the most:

1) this necklace...
2) Nineteen Minutes
3) my purple watch (see above)
4) webby
5) résumé 2 column ittew..hahaha
6) 3rd april, petang.
7) the secret to happiness

7 “first time” things i ever did:

1) first kiss - hahaa u really think im gonna tell you sumthin so private? dah. diam sume.
2) caught by a teacher for breaking the rules - matric, kms. (ketuk ketampi sebelah surau time sume org tgh amik wudhu' nk smyg maghrib. tahniah. tapi x insaf2 juga. sorylah.)
3) almost caught by the authorities - form 1, mines. (hoy kecik2 dah nakal)
4) first (successful) drama for a big audience - matric, kms.
5) first national event - darjah 4. gamelan. hari guru peringkat kebangsaan.
6) first dance onstage - 2nd year, usm.
7) kidnapped someone - err...selalu sangat buat. can't remember when was the first time.

7 friends to do this:

...whoever has the free time. dipersilakan.

ilie dibuli secara tiba2

ilie, bangun! kakna kata kalo jadi nak g, dia sruh g umah dia skrg.

aaa...?? knape kena g umah dia dulu...xnakkkk...

sbb dia nak amik abg apil then trus bwk kete dia smpai sane.

hmmmmgrrenkrnendkfd..!! okeh tgu jap.

*kejutkan webby*
[bangi ---> damansara]

hoy da sampai. jom.

naik dulu lah.

halaa....

*naik. siap2. turun balik. tinggalkan webby*

[damansara ---> rawang]

eh..xnak masuk mkn dlu ke?

xnakkkkk....jom!!!

[rawang ---> genting]

*menggila sepanjang petang* (gambar2 nanti ye)

[genting ---> rawang ---> damansara]

eyh esok teman kakna g sg petani. kursus ptd kat intura.

err..tapi webby kat umah kakna? cmne?

balik damansara dlu, ilie bawak webby. kakna bwk persona. esok gerak from bangi.
tapi dexu naik ngan kakna sbb kakna ngantuk.

ilie sorang lah?

ye.

dgn kete yg radio dia xbrape nk betol tu?

ye.

dgn minyak tinggal skettt tu?

ye. bye.

hoy tgu jap! nk lalu ldp ke federal? (mereka terus berlalu pergi dan soalan itu dibiarkan tidak terjawab)

err...

*keseorangan...lalu merempit*

[damansara ---> bangi]

1230am.

...penat. ntah. saje nk ngadu kat cni.
entri besepah. grr.
oke nk tdo.
bye.

nak ikut? jom!

how could a simple afternoon trip turn into something so wonderful?
i was a bit sick, btw.
moreover, i only wanted to go to the office to ask for some freelance job. (well, duh..!! office means bo-ring~)
i got the job. plus some cookies and chocolate from the place. hehe.
owh and then i met nobeat, my only senior (apart from kazet) who understands me completely, and gives verrry blunt advices. oyeah, he doesn't get mad if i call him 'nobeat the h****t'... haha. but don't you ever try. nak kene sekeh?
i hope to get the subtitling post he's offering coz it's more interesting. who wouldn't want to work with disney productions? juniors, jangan jeles ya.
so what made it so wonderful? of course, the company. and the walk among the sea of people. and the sunset at jalan hang tuah. and the imaginary rainbow. and the drive home. and the... er... that something which stayed in my mind all nyte long.

and later that nyte, i met fiky. been missing u, babe. another reason to add to my happiness ^_^

so, despite the fact that every single thing that happened yesterday was plain...simple...ordinary..., it was hands down the most wonderful evening a girl could ask for.

oltown bersama oche.

bosan.
ya.
nasib baik ade oche.
:)

sibuk suruh apdet. sy malas, oke.

happy besday kpd kanak2 april: masen. niss. naddy. eman. shuey. suparman (hehe spesel utk kamu).

baik. dah kire apdet la ni kan?

sy nk abiskan air ni pastu balik.
bye.

apdet!

eh. tbe2 masen nk dtg. *grin*
lame lagi la kot duk cni. yeyeyey.
sy syg oltown~

ilie = seorang yang menyayangi kanak2 kecil.

babysitting 411.
kids involved: Soraya (5), & Sabrina (1).

#1

never let that cute little baby girl cry...it sounds so sad. pick her up. she just wants attention. dan nak manja2 dengan kamu.

#2

never succumb to all of Soraya's requests. if she wants to do finger-painting and tells you that "mama bagi. betullll." and gives you the cutest look with a wide grin, don't be persuaded.

#3

say goodbye to AXN, MTV, and Starworld. brace yourself for a day full of channel 611, Geng Bas Sekolah, Tom Tom Bak, Postman Pat, and Barbie the Island Princess. (i tried to con them into watching Animax, at least. tapi tak berkesan.)

#4

when Soraya puts a cap on her head and gives one to Sabrina, that means she wants to go to the playground. yang atas bukit tu. tengah2 panas. ya. hope you have strong arms coz you'll be carrying Sabrina all the time while her sister shrieked and screamed and played every single thing at the playground while you wonder dia ni tak penat ke??

#5

if you're tired and need a break, let them both lean against you while you read a bedtime story (doesn't matter if it's in the middle of the day) verrryyyy sloowwwlllyyy...until they're asleep. make sure the TV remote is near you so you can change the channel back to something decent.

goodluck, to all babysitters everywhere.

cheerio~

wish list. entah kenapa. already have everything i want, kot?

dah check. boleh kot. warghsplutrujisdhnsoefdheofn. hehe.
here goes...

1. Nikon Coolpix putih itu.
2. sepupu Peugeot 206, nama manjanya Naza Bestari. but i'll always love my WEBby.
3. er..henfon baru. tapi. sayang yg ni. reminds me of idan.
tp sbb nk masuk wishlist, so...SE Z750i.
4. Escada Sunset Heat. lagi. tamau tuka. except for Morgan de Toi.
anim kate "akak, this pfume smells like pelam!" hoy manede. pdulik hape.
sy penyokong setia Escada. kalo tak sunset heat, sentiment pun okay.
5. laptop ini....hm...takpe, tamau tuka lagi. ia sgt setia dgnku. watpe tuka. tp sy nk external. nk simpan gmbr n muvi n J-drama n game. btw, hoy sape yg in charge kumpulkan all the NAP 2008 events? manekah cd compilation itu? manekah? mentang2 da dpt gaji sume da x takot ngan saye lagi.
6. The Kite Runner. sangat.
7. ya! sbenanye sy mahu Sony PSP hahaha mcm budak2. ah xkire.
playstesen di umah hanye bes utk main Guitar Heroes.

sbenanye tatau dah nk ape lagi. ini anim lah suh wat wishlist. malas, tau x? tp terisi gak smpai no.7 hehehe.

sekian saje.

mempisang. haha. ini betul, tak tipu. nanti sy amik gambar.

esok 2nd intebiu.

dorg ckp utk procedure je.

tapi.

still neves.

tade mase mahu menganggur.

bukanlah nak sangat.

tapi.

...

yg penting sy nak balik bangi. sekarang.


-tdo-

-update!-

dah. whee~!

company itu comel. tepi laot. well, anywhere in penang is tepi laot pun. tapi yg ni bes. sbb dekat dgn queensbay n seafood place n ade jalan direct from my new-home-to-be.

turns out they will call me again to meet with the engineers.

byknye stages.

thanx to my driver! (btw, jali, too much info masa u said "tgu sat, aku nk pkai tuala"... er... i kinda don't want to know that~)

and thanx to the late-nyte caller.


okay. yg penting, now i can balik. yeay!

why..oh why, dear pandora...(still about Greek mythology!)

kotak yang berisi segala kejahatan...
(masen. 4/13/2008 1:09:28)
tetapi masih tertinggal harapan...
(ilie. 4/13/2008 1:09:39 )

i'm not good at telling stories, but well, here goes. this time i use my own words, with resources from Wiki.
familiarize yourselves with the story of a woman. the first woman, given unique gifts by each of the gods. she was actually created as a punishment for mankind, after Prometheus stole the
secret of fire, and led men to discover it.

the story of Pandora, also called 'Anesidora' (she who sends up gifts).
this wonderful woman, this Pandora who possesses all of the wonderful gifts, was known to all (notorious, even), for opening The Box. well, originally it's a pithos, but etymology got the best of this Greek word when it was translated into Latin's pyxis, meaning box. so listeners of this story have called it box ever since.

Pandora's act of curiosity results in the release of all of the evils of mankind. the evils of greed, vanity, slander, envy, pining, etc—flew out of the box into the world we now live in. the only thing left inside is hope, once she had closed the box again.
many have interpreted this story in their own ways. i, myself, have hated Pandora for her selfishly impulsive need to quench her curiosity. there, you see? i feel 'hatred' which must have originated from the box too. *sigh.*
however, that same impulsive action led her to close the box quickly, leaving only hope inside it. and to me, that's more than enough. for i have once given up hope on an important matter, and now i am proven wrong [by the person who provided the quote above].

from now on, never again will i lose hope on anything.

Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not
fly away. Before [she could], Pandora replaced the
lid of the jar. This was the will of aegis-bearing
Zeus the Cloudgatherer.
(Hesiod, Works and Days. 96-9)

starlight...

lost my ability to conjure words of my own. but this is for the brightest stars i saw tonight:


Taurus, The Cretan Bull. Jupiter (which took the bull-form, thus representing Taurus) became enamored of Europa, princess of Phoenicia.

Majesty and love go ill together, nor can they long share one abode. Abandoning the dignity of his sceptre, the father and ruler of the gods, whose hand wields the flaming three-forked bolt, whose nod shakes the universe, adopted the guise of a bull; and mingling with the other bullocks, joined in their lowing and ambled in the tender grass, a fair sight to see. His hide was white as untrodden snow, snow not yet melted by the rainy South wind. The muscles stood out on his neck, and deep folds of skin hung along his flanks. His horns were small, it is true, but so beautifully made that you would swear they were the work of an artist, more polished and shining than any jewel. There was no menace in the set of his head or in his eyes; he looked completely placid. (Metamorphoses II 847-858).

The beauty and gentleness of the bull impressed princess Europa, and it was told that they went away together, to a place where he revealed his true self.

When along the pavement
Palpitating flames of life
People flicker round me
I forget my bereavement
The gap in the great constellation
The place where a star used to be.

-D.H. Lawrence-
'Submergence'

it's true. the brightest star in my life right now.

dia kata, "balas la balik, jangan biar je!" saya kata, "aku taknak jadi macam dia."

tajuk je dahlah.

-habis-


update. (sbb rmai yg tanye) : xpe. biar dia faham2 sndiri. itupun kalau dia faham. kalau tak, teruskan lah ketidakmatangan itu. do you think i care? do you think i was never in h** situation? (menyorokkan gender. bijak tak.)


hey! posting ini telah menjadi semakin emo! *ROtFL*

berjalan mengikut gerak hati...jam lupa pakai, handphone habis bateri...

...but i managed to return on time.

solitary walks like the one i just had is used to clear your cluttered little mind from the nagging headache you've had since morning. however, a lonely girl can never walk in peace rupanya. muka-brutal doesn't work. sudahlah, who cares.

with no specific routes, my feet took whatever steps they want, in any direction they like. the only decision i'm allowed to make is when there's a brick-laid pathwalk and grass, i always chose the latter. walking on something that's created not by men, but by The greater power above, never fails to remind me of who i am. which brings me to this: (Luqman:18) and that has always been what i held on to ever since i was young. i can explain it here but if i don't, you will look it up yourself, right? which is better, don't you think? boleh baca semua terus. it is about walking on this earth and being humble. only that much i'd like to share.

and. i am not a good person. NOT. jgn igt sy letak firman Allah sket, hadis sket, itu menandakan sy baik. ek eleh. not enough. i am not a good person. don't judge people hastily. itu sekadar nak berkongsi.

on a lighter note, Ayaq Masak, my wonderful super-duper cutie junior paparazzi, helped me download the OST for a movie i love, and despite encountering problems (yang x logik dan realistik langsung, melibatkan 1,869 kali dc kat yM dan 50 kali email), she managed to send them all to me. Thank You my laling. i will give you the privilege to conquer my katil the next time you crash here.

that's all. *still havin a headache*

langit itu sangat biru, kan?

the first thing you see when you wake up is essential to start the day ahead. (o0kay. i sound like a breakfast-cereal advertisement).

the view from my room is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l~

don't look straight ahead, look up. (up sket la, not straight up. itu siling dan kipas). and you will see a line of different types of trees in various shades of green, reflecting the sunlight while the leaves are being fluttered about by the soft breeze. all this and more. the sky starts with a light blue at the bottom but the shade gets deeper and deeper the higher you gaze. pearly white cotton-candy clouds (my favourite, ye) splashed across this vast spread of blue creates a mesmerizing effect. but what's the use of this wonderful scenery without life? that's where the birds play an important role. this morning i saw a pair of them playing tag among the trees. main kejar-kejar. walaupun dia terbang. camne tu. i think i'll leave you to your imagination.

just a little something to make everyone smile. have a lovely day!

kehilangan kata2...

how come certain events never cease to render me speechless?

hye everyone. the trip to ipoh was fun, fun, FUN! it was wonderful sharing it with all of you. our beloved sis already left and i hope she's doing fine. i promised eman i'll write about 'lori jeybon' which we chased on the highway just to take its picture. (brape kali potong smartcar yg jht itu, kan?) i think my junior paparazzi has it on her page? didn't u upload it, bebeh? how could u not!! :D

saturday nyte was sweet... *speechless*

erfan's birthday left me with a minor injury on my finger (but the creampuffs turned out great~) and clothes which smell like BBQ smoke, AND a perfect excuse to drive my brother's Chevy. whee~

another speechless moment, thursday afternoon-evening-nyte..
i remember every gesture, every song, every word... but i couldn't put it the way he did.
sorry, this interpreter is at loss for words.

...aaannnd she doesn't know how to end this rambling post. maybe with a question.

what's up with dene??

hehe.. jgn mrh ncik~

malam terakhir bergelar pelajar ijazah pertama usm

-start-

i spent the evening attending an international poetry recital event. don't ask.
alia was with me. and still with me now.
which is just the person i'd like to have accompanying me on this final night.
because she was one of the first persons who accompanied me during my first day as a student here, 3 years ago.
it's wonderful, isn't it? my life here has gone a full circle, finally.

no more dances performances sports events plays theaters seminars workshops meetings presentations late-night-mamaks nasi-kandars feringghi-dvds beaches campings hikings midnight-movies food-huntings car-chasings bus-hoppings assignments!! lab-recordings singing-oldies dinners gossips road-trips-to-kedah's-waterfall freaky-stories all-the-memories architecture-eye-candies...

*sigh*

i don't want to be sappy or nostalgic.
i just want to make a simple statement.

"this is my last night as a student here in usm"

-end-

itu dan ini...semuanya tidak penting

... ,
... ... . (...)
... ... ...!
...?


...bye.

p/s: don't be fooled by the 10 ______. none were supportive. 1 of them is like a guilt-trip. others are nonsense.

you're the one...and in you i confide

excuse the jiwangness. right now, i'm entitled to it, okay.

(sape x larat bace boleh pegi jauh2 skarang~!)

you...

~surprised me!
~made me love watching sunsets
~brought back my true smiles which have been gone for quite a while
~shot me straight in the heart
~proved the fact that good guys are still around
~made all the love songs beautiful again

so...thank you

^_^

okey, ini memang lari dari tema

-i'm so scared-

maltesers + 100plus + New Straits Times = breakfast

when i don't get enough sleep, i become disoriented. i knew that. but i still do it. who cares.

so this morning's 8am class leaves me in la-la land even though i'm sitting right up front. i am sooo not in the mood. thank you, lecturer, for asking me every possible question in the universe. you didn't think i'd get all of them right, did you?

and to the person who blocked alia's car: APEKAH??!!
miraculously, we got the car out. without touching that damned wira. wow. (kitorang tak guna mentos, ye)
unfortunately, no one saw our amazing feat. huh.

and a sudden craving for maltesers and 100plus, while reading today's NST, might actually do the trick. (or possibly make me even crazier)

so. today started out crazily. may it doesn't end that way.

skrip untuk satu scene dalam sequel 'Sepet'

[guy and girl, in the car. at a junction.]

[red light.]

Guy : So... [nervous, but tries to maintain a cool composure] when people go out on a first date, first impressions are important, kan..

Girl : Really? [pretend to look confused] Hm... But I don't believe in first impressions.

Guy : Owh. So then, what do you believe in?

Girl : Second chances...

[guy and girl look at each other. smile.]

[light turns green.]

teka-teki Jepun

baru je nak post pasal teka-teki (NAP tutors 2008, korang memang gile) tapi my junior paparazzi dah buat dulu.
so. bcoz im ur senior and ur boss, i'll jz copy-paste them here. sy pdulik hape. kan kite jwb sesame hari tuh. muahaha.

1. パンの中に、どんなパンが食べられないですか?
＝ｆｒｙーパン。 (sape xphm bleh hubungi talian maxis sy)

2. 三 *keping?buah?biji?* パンがある、チョコパン、アンパン、strawberry パン(haha yg ni aku pakai letak je)。そして、ada orang lain jerit "oiiii" dekat パン bertiga tu, yang mana satu akan turn around and answer?
＝チョコパン。耳があるから。

*update: kejap. mcm slh je yg ni? bkn roti coklat la...jwpn dia roti bakar, okey. haih.

oke dah. ade satu lagi psl kek tuh tp mcm x igt pulak.

have fun cuba memahami teka-teki di atas. hehe :D

kisah hati hanya ada satu..

i wanted to write about BUDAYA by AIESEC but i didn't get further past the 1st draft.

i wanted to write about my good news but it's too good only to exist here in a blog. plus it's not a sure thing yet, anyway.
*update: dene. bkn news tu la. ini yg psl singapore.

i wanted to continue writing short stories like we did in creative writing class but i can't seem to make them interesting.

i wanted to write about serious topics like i did for the earlier entries in this blog but instead i wrote about the happenings in my life which might not even interest you.

i wanted to stay in pendang and become kak ilya's sister. because that place always reminds me how small and superficial we are. how selfish we are when it comes to petty problems such as (a) putus cinta. (b) putus cinta. and (c) putus cinta.

tapi itu tak mungkin.

okay, i have to go to class.

*tapi kisah itu memang menginsafkan. ia membuatkan masalah2 lain kelihatan seperti semut2 kecil yang layak dipijak2. and i admit, that was what helped me get through. [Al-Fatihah]..*

blog saya kan utk merepek. jadi saya merepek.

this particular (junior) paparazzi really likes to include photos in which i look like a retard.

oyh budak kecik! i'll get you next time..!!

kau mahu gadis metropolitan?

i should:

go to class|brush up on german|make sure no lecturers are mad at me|return the costumes to dewan budaya|collect and pay for the t-shirts|submit the attendance sheet. (padan muka kpd kanak2 yg pissed me off. gaji anda akan dipotong. sekian.)|prepare for 'foreign labour'|find out what's the topic for recording this week|

owh..and balik bangi. yeay.

sidetracking a bit~~still, i feel like i do and don't belong...not too good and not too bad...please don't act too shocked, okay? you don't even know the meaning of 'mapley'. (that's another story. funny gak. tp mls nk citer.)

sudahlah.

saya rindu adik...

idan.

my younger brother whom i hate so much (sbb dia sengal. sgt2.) but now the one i'm missing the most.

~hepy belated bday 2 u, btw~

the week before he left, i was the one who became so weepy and sad (ohoyy, sy mmg seorg kakak yg x kool~) and at the airport i actually hugged and kissed him. twice. you don't do that to little brothers. as far as i'm concerned, little brothers are only useful as punching bags or for teasing or bullying. but i stopped doing those kinds of things to him ever since he became taller than me. huhu.

i once asked idan where can i find a guy who is honest, sincere, and nice?

and being the oh-so-sengal-little-brother, he answered:
"xyah cari jaoh. kat skolah rendah kite je. amanah, budi, cekal, ikhlas, jujur n mulia lagi tu."
"cehh! apelaa!"
*maka ilie pun sekeh kpale idan sbb jwpn dia sgt xlogik*

but then...

turns out he was right.

:)

p.s: i love you

er...

A: yang penting
A: after dis
A: no more
B: hahaa!
B: thats what u said the last time!
B: hahahahahaha!
A: yup
B: tipu tipu
A: sbnrnye
A: sy ngorat die ni
A: lepas kamu menceritekn pasal mr h
A: sebab
A: sy tunggu kamu sbnrnye
A: hahahahahahaha
A: skang ni
A: sy terlambat
A: tensen
A: xdpt
A: dan
A: kamu pun
A: xdpt
B: sy slh ke?
A: bukan salah kamu
A: salah sy
A: terlalu optimis pasal bende itu
A: dan pesimis ttg hubungan
B: sbb kamu mane ade ngorat sy
B: jeng jeng jeng
A: sy nk ngorat
A: tapi
A: sy nk ngorat kamu
A: tapi
A: sy rase
A: sy tak setaraf
A: hahahahahahaha
A: dramatik x
B: hahahaahaha
A: jeng jeng
B: dramatik sguh
B: apekahhh tidak setaraf
A: the truth is
A: sy suke kamu
A: tp
A: sy xtahu mcmane
A: kamu mesti perasan kn
A: yang sy
A: xtahu nk panggil kamu ape
B: ya
A: awak?sue?kamu?
B: sgt klakar juge mase mule2
B: hehe
A: hahaha
A: tahu takpe
A: bes x
A: mlm confession

...

life is unfair for these two friends.

...

X: tapi akan aku tetap berikan senyuman aku kepada kamu
X: kanak2 nk tdo..
X: nite2..
Y: nyte~
X: and thankyou..
X: for distracting me..
Y: my pleasure..
...

tp yg dua org ni lg x munasabah... hahaha~!

hence, the title..
p.s.=post script (i.e, after you finished writing).. so the confession usually comes after everything's done...
you know?
when it's too late~

*saye bosan, so...sy minta maaf kpd pihak2 yg terlibat dlm kisah di atas. kalo x puas hati bleh dtg cari sy*

*dan sy juge pelik kenape my recent posts mule menjiwang mcm ape tah? haih. x kool la cmni*

i'd rather stay..

hey you, the one still in our old loneliness sanctuary.

no, it's not your fault.

i wanted someone to talk to, someone who is honest enough and someone who doesn't reserve judgment (judgement? ah. pdulik la american or british english pun.)

some people couldn't recognize a good thing even when it rolls right under their nose...
...and some people overlooked the dangers lurking underneath a cute little heart disguised as "love".

if i have to go through another heartbreak, i swear i'll use up all the fake smiles in the world until there's nothing left worth smiling for.

i was caught, i was reeled in, now i'm hooked.

but words are only words.

so if this is what the real world looks like, i'd rather stay in the loneliness with you.

sayang kinabalu

the only time when i feel like i can really be myself.


the fever is getting worse, why am i still here?


stop waiting.


-zZzZzZz-


p.s: aku bukannya seorang yang tidak tahu menghargai chenta~

straightforward, no lies..

okey..it hasn't stopped raining since yesterday nyte..
happens right after i said 'awan penang x reti ujan'...mulut masin ke ape.

life has been hectic, but i like it that way. the whole day yesterday we (nanzan students+student buddies) went hiking at taman negara penang and had activities at teluk duyung and monkey beach..pretty, but kerachut beach is prettier i think. kat situ ade penyu. hehe.

it was fun, really. some of the memorable stuff which happened since yesterday include:-

1. amin. an arts student who missed the bus because he had a test but really2 wanted to go so he went alone. wow. we were at teluk duyung when he suddenly appeared from the trail. Amin, kamu mmg junior yg berdedikasi (dan comel). tapi lain kali jgn buat ktorg risau cmtu.

2. kak zeti. your surprise birthday party yesterday. i kept it a secret since morning, telling people about it but asking them to keep it quiet. that's why me n kak ilya came to your room the nyte before with the 'unorthodox-birthday-ice-cream-with-strawberries'. but knowing you, of course you realize what's happening. aiseh. it's okay. when you go to Tokyo Gaidai for your masters in interpreting next month, please don't forget us. we love you.

3. husen. you wanted to tease me by repeating what i said to you about the dance practice the nyte before, 'penat macam jeli,' but no one understood the meaning so they ended up laughing at you instead. dahla pegi buat demo skali. hahaa. padan muka kamu.

4. *a girl*. trying to pair her up with each and every one of her crush(es) in every single organization. obvious much? it gets old, okay. bosanlah. last year was the stupidest when you wanted to pair her up with that guy yg sgt tinggi for her dance partner. it looks seriously funny, tau. who are you, her matchmaker? whatever. semoga drp calon yg ramaaaiii tu sangkut la satu. (ini satu pun tade? huhu. i am so evil. sory.)

5. *sorang lagi*..she wasn't mad at you because you forgot today's event, la...why are you so paranoid? i went straight to her and asked (saya mmg terlalu jujur dan lurus bendul) and she was confused. "la..mane ade aku mrh dia? tensen sbb panas sgt hari ni, tu je." hah. so there. tade ape pun, kan?

6. anim & jira. aha, you guys are the riddle-masters! terer gile jwb teka-teki walopun x penah dengar before tu.

7. watched Step Up 2. the acting was bad, the script was rigid, but the dance moves are cool! even tho it's a bit ghetto and cheesy but whatever. yep, and si adik kerol tbe2 join ktorg. i thought you weren't serious. shows that usm students mestimestiMESTI ade bersepah2 kat Queensbay tu. kat kelas pun jumpe kat situ pun jumpe. apelah.

8. saya demam. yeay. this morning i am one of the chairpersons for this week's discussion, even though suara dah serak2 and mcm nyawa2 ikan je. it was good, but my interpreting was a bit off. and recording today, it's easy but full of terms which i cannot think of the equivalence in 0.5 seconds, so i'm not really proud of what i did today.

hm..this entry is kinda messy but i don't care.
straightforward, no lies.....
don't get bored with me.

update blog or update myself?

yes, i'm busy.
yes, my health is not very good (ekon. panas. ekon. panas. awan kat penang x reti ujan ke? *batuk batuk*)
yes, i've done a lot of things and encountered many occasions worthy to be put into the blog.
yes, my legs hurt from all the dancing.
yes, i'm a bit crazy right now.

but NO...

no, it's not like i don't have any free time at all.
no, i'm not bedridden. i can still go to places and do everything i need to do.
no, i don't feel like putting everything here. i want to keep those stories all to myself.
no, i don't hate dancing. i love it. (lagipun last year boleh je survive 3,4 performances in two months.malulah kalo this year takleh.)
no, i don't mind being this crazy.

saya tak pasti, saya keliru, saya tak mahu!!
tapi saya suka kamu.

yes. that's how crazy i am.
but no. tolong jangan layan kegilaan itu.

thank you.

mungkin?

enough.
org mcm aku x layak percaya semua tu.



(p.s: i didn't put a spell on anybody. you were the one who did it to me.)

of knots and ties...binding me and you

"eh, sejadah ni mane satu atas, ilie? corak die same je?"
"yang ni. belah yang rambu2 die ade tocang ni."
"owh, oke."

...
and i was reminded of the time when i first met fik.
May 10th '04, registration day.
i queued behind her at the counter. she turned and smiled... "hye :)"
turns out we get the same room. along with cna.
since then, we shared many laughter and sometimes tears
but what i remember most is fik likes to use my sejadah and then solat/wirid/bace Quran lame2...
and during one of her long wirid sessions, she braided the top fringes of my praying mat.
not much, just at the corners.
i watched her, intending to untie the knots she made when she finished.
but i forgot.
until today.
...

and im glad i didn't...because now i'll be reminded of her at least 5 times a day~

that is why fiky is my bestie.

;)

tiada sempadan

kudos unlimited.

cepat siapkan kudos. 3 presentation, one after another.
kudos. poetry. manifesto.

nanzan daigakusei..doushiyo kana? kyonen, meccha tanoshikatta.
kotoshi wa, ... shinpai ne! ahh, dekinaiiii!!

T_T *isk*...

bertahan. at least until wednesday.

at least.

everything Malaysian

once again,im going to bebel about what i did in my classes..sorry..

during 1st yr n 1st sem in 2nd yr, we focused on translation (theories, methods, editing, lexicology, terminology, sociolinguistics, etc)..after that, we started interpreting (spontaneous, consecutive, and simultaneous...which includes whisper and booth interpreting)

usually we have tutorial and recording sessions for interpreting (+listening exercises with the oldies~) which requires us to act according to diff situations, impromptu speeches, or formal academic discussions. on top of those, we have to interpret what our classmates say.

in recording sessions, we usually interpret news, documentaries, speeches, stories, movies, and sometimes songs. which is what i want to talk about, actually. (pjg x intro)

this week we did the movie 'Sepet'. i love that movie. so much. it doesnt need much scenes and dialogues for the storyline to develop, and it does so in a very smooth manner. i love the fact that 'Sepet' is verrryyy Malaysian. nothing hidden, that's what we are. admit it. i can go on and on about the cinematography n stuff, but i'll spare you the misery. ;p
all i can say is, interpreting that movie, and concentrating on the dialogues, (its multilingual, btw. susa jugak nk cube interpret the cantonese n hokkien part) i became more aware of the script's creativity. cheers for Sepet!

once, we did Zainal Abidin's Hijau...it was challenging, it was fun. it has the East Coast's dialects. ohh i spent a few extra seconds trying to guess what they meant. but that only made us appreciate song lyrics more. we do try English songs, too. but nothing surpasses Zainal Abidin's poetic lyrics. except maybe Muse. i'll explain that later.

so, on behalf of yesterday (luvly-luvly-14th-February) let's listen to my other faves with wonderful lyrics.



Enjoy~

contradicting theory

yes but no.
i can't but i will.
maybe...definitely!

familiar? some people call it 'indecisive'. i prefer 'contradicting',
which defines me somehow.

im a lefty,but mostly i use my right hand to do stuff.
examples:-
[badminton] i can only serve with my left hand, but i can hit with both.
[bowling] i can do better with my right hand. (kalo gune kiri die slalu masok longkang)
[cooking] i can only handle knives with my left hand, others with the right.
[toothbrush] when i was younger, i use my left hand. but now i use the right. (lepas dokte gigi dan nurse dtg skolah rendah n sruh kite gosok gigi ramai2. die mrh sbb pgg berus gigi gune tgn kiri.tuka tgn, abes melecet. huyh.)
[mouse] well, seeing that it is placed on the right side of the pc, even though we can change the settings, we lefties kinda have to adapt to it. so, right wins.

verbal is my weakest skill.
which explains:-
>why i love to read and write more than talk
>i usually keep quiet when im with friends
>i hate public speaking

but contradicts with:-
>im studying interpreting. which means i make a living out of talking and im actually enjoying it
>i hate being alone, i love hanging out with friends...but im quiet most of the time.
>er...ALL of my classes require public speaking. all the time.

i would really like to list down all of the contradictions but i will only end up getting more confused. hehe. so just a few examples for something to think about.

this is me.

childhood innocence

when their bikes collide, they fell down together and laugh.

nobody actually remembers the moment they were born: kicking n screaming n crying, begging for a world with less danger, more secure.

nobody remembers the look in their eyes: clean, pure, blank stares full of wonder.

newborn babies, pristine as the clouds beneath the clear blue sky; whiter than the snowflakes of winter.

growing up, the white, cotton-candy clouds gradually turns charcoal-gray..
.

so

when did those whites became coloured
when did those blanks get filled
when did we lose our childhood innocence?


i wish i knew.

datang dan pergi begitu saja

happy birthday.

yes, it deserves a blog entry. because this year surpasses the last 2 or 3 years, when the day comes with everything but happiness.

now it's really happy.

thank you for the wishes and presents (!!) i love all of them.
cake, cards, clothes, watch, frame, bracelet, etc... thank you.
portrait! (oh god i never expected that) thank you.
kurosagi n the solar-powered thingy. given on a rainy nyte. thank you.
nineteen minutes (i realy luv dis one!) thank you.
bella luna (i'll count that as a prezzie) thank you~

katelah mcm belagak pun. watever. im happy. i love evrything. hehe.
i love evryone too.
mwah.

thank youuuu~

dendam kesumat warga tua kepada muda-mudi

respect.

yes, we respect our elders. we love them. we really do.
regardless if it's the makcik jual santan at pasar borong selangor or the pakcik teksi in penang who always demands ridiculous amounts of taxi fare.

but should it be a one-sided thing? who said they can't respect us back? (by 'us' i mean the youngsters, teenagers, and people without the wit and wisdom of elders)

who gave them the right to treat us like pieces of crap worthless kids. i know they've lived far longer than we have but that doesn't mean they have authority over us. ah. i can't bring myself to write what i really mean because even here, i still feel they don't deserve to be embarrassed.

geram. helpless. terpaksa duduk diam and accept all the bashings.
DUSH~!

*mati*

Oldies are not Moldies~

i used to make a lot of fuss when mom and dad tuned in to their oldies radio station, and i can't sit still until they changed it back to fly.fm;

so i knew something was wrong when i started to sing along with them.

when we first started our interpreting classes, we have 1-hour recording sessions which we use for interpreting exercises. gradually, the 1-hour session became 2-hours and the exercises keep getting more and more difficult.

i used to dread those sessions, until our senior citizen lecturer (and also the founder of our course) announced that he wanted to conduct listening exercises.
he started by asking, what is a ballad?
in Malay we know the music category for balada usually consists of lagu2 slow so we told him that.
not exactly, he said. actually a ballad is a song that tells a story, and the best stories are in songs of the oldies. that was how we started to get in touch with elvis, tom jones, roy orbison, pat boone, etc.
we have to listen to the songs and transcribe the lyrics then and there to train our listening and memory skills.
there was even a time when we have to interpret Zainal Abidin's "Hijau", and imagine the horror when we came to the Pantai Timur dialects in the song.

some of the oldies which we have hummed throughout the year include:-

• Wooden Heart
  
• Buona Sera
  
• Lucille
  
• Pretty Woman
• The Young New Mexican Puppetteer
  
• Love Story
• Green, green grass of home
• Gigolette (this is Merv's favourite!)
  
• Devil Woman
• Joni, Jimmy and John
  
• Town of El Paso
  

i have to admit, despite the strenuous efforts we used to interpret difficult documentaries or news or any kind of texts, those oldies tunes are what help make the weekly recording sessions more bearable.

Kalau Aku Seorang Lelaki...

Kalau Aku Seorang Lelaki...

• akan ku keluar umah begitu saje dgn T-shirt dan shorts tanpa perlu sibuk2 mencari tudung...
• aku bleh pegi mane2 je sorg2 n tak perlu risau keselamatan diri...
• aku bleh berperangai buruk tanpa dipandang serong oleh orang ramai...
• aku bleh mengecewakan seorg perempuan tanpe rase bersalah...
• aku mampu bermain bola di padang atau basket di court hingga lewat petang dan masih sempat bersiap ke masjid apabila azan berkumandang...
• aku lepak d mapley berjam2 hanya utk menengok bola dan tade sape yg akan tegor kelakuan seperti itu...
• aku akan mengambil architecture! ade sebab yg lebih tersirat di cni...(for more info ask me privately...i might not answer u..huehue~)
• aku akan mengejar bintang impianku...tanpa perlu menunggu dgn penuh ketidakpastian...
  

kalau aku seorang lelaki...adekah aku seorg yg hensem?

hahahaaa! bodohh!
blog merepek!
sudahhh~

-meneruskan idop sbagai seorg perempuan dgn penuh kesyukuran-

Hello, Mr Porno Guy

"eh, fahaman politik ape ek dlm English?"

Mr Nice Guy asked me when he wanted to prepare his speech. I looked at him to answer, and he looked away slightly. Oh, maybe he is one of the good guys who doesn't waste their time looking at girls. After all, when he introduced himself to class, he said his #1 priority is God, then parents, then bla3, n then only girls. Fine. I answered his question.

in class...

"...and yes, i admit, since i entered usm 3 years ago, me and my friends enjoy watching porn and sex DVDs...we don't have to look far, the local-made ones has very good cinematography..."

err...(siap komen sinematografi lagi!)

hello? is this the same guy who looks away from girls, only to admit he enjoys watching uncovered girls?? (kinda funny, btw)

now Mr Nice Guy has turned into Mr Porno Guy! (sorry dude..you asked for it)

or maybe i was ugly to his eyes, we'll never know...

since then, evrytime he speaks in class, all of us have this...er...perception about him...granted, it's common knowledge and he IS a guy,but then, his actions doesn't really match his behaviour.

Mr Porno Guy, we'll love you more if you didn't confess~

"siape suroh kamu terlalu jujur..."

things are not always what they seem...

as cliched as it is, the observant-little-me sometimes seem to experience these moments...
recent ones have happened in usm, on my way back from class last monday~

#i was admiring my lecturer's shiny Skyline he bought in Japan some time ago...when i noticed the baby-seat in the back. so he's not only a guitar-playing, slambe-rock, stylo lecturer who goes racing in his Skyline...
he's also a doting father. =)

#a guy is tiredly pushing his friend on a wheelchair down a steep slope from pusat bahasa, amidst the congested afternoon traffic...when suddenly he stepped onto the back of the wheelchair and both of them went zooming down the slope, laughing their heads off and having the time of their lives.
being an OKU doesnt mean u cant have fun with ur frenz. =)

it shows that even the simplest things in life can make u smile.

Songs and Happenings

ever listen to certain songs n be reminded of things that happened which can b related to them? like usually when a boy-band song comes on the radio, we'll b reminded ov the late 90s? ahah..
here r some songs that reminded me of certain happenings, be it a happy, sad, or just a memory:
"stay" by lisa loeb - one rainy nyte when i was in 3rd grade n my brothers n sisters all gathered
in my room, trying to transcribe the lyrics to that song (dont ask me why)
"what i've done" by linkin park - idan n me in the car, back from melaka n caught in a
fairly stupid traffic jam bcoz of jomheboh
"hysteria" by muse - my roommates in KMS...bcoz we swore to secrecy, i cannot write down
the events of this song...huhuhu
"how to save a life" by the fray - NAP 2007...the best month spent with u guys...(also "berdua
lebih baik" by acha)
"mungkin nanti" by peterpan - terminal 1. him. enuf said.

u noe wat? im not gud at this.
i'l continue when im feelin a bit better.
hehe.
~peace~