Friday, September 29, 2006
Fifty-Two
The weekends are here!! Finally!!
...... Yeah, so.. that's all.
XD
7:15 PM
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Fifty-One
Last night was pretty hectic. I had to study for the Geog test due today, and finish the preparations for the English preparations (truth: I hadn't even started by Maghrib). Plus, I couldn't finish my stuff and study at night because I had to go to the mosque and do my Tarawih. I was angry about that for a while, but when I did start praying, I felt relieved. Here, in the mosque while praying, I didn't have to be stressed. All I had to do was pray. It was relaxing. Besides, it was nicer studying with Amirah (we always meet) rather than studying alone.
By the way, if you have read Seri's blog about the bus driver, here's something else that happened. I was getting on the bus when the bus driver turned to me. Then he started yelling at me for no reason what so ever.
Driver: *angrily* You don't stand on the road like that ah! I cannot drive!
Me: *just as angrily* Ok ok!
I don't mean to sound rude, but I figure 'okok!' sounds better than "I
wasn't standing on the bloody road!"
(But maybe I shouldn't be too hard on him. Maybe today was just a bad day for him.)
By the way, Sabrina came into the class with her friend Maimunah today. I was doing my Geography test. She kept waving at me and grinning, as if she was terribly proud that she could spot me among the rest.
Speaking of Nina, here's a conversation she had with her teacher:
Teacher: *writing on the whiteboard* OK class, what's the answer to this question?
Nina: But
you are the teacher what! You tell
us lah!
*Slaps forehead*
4:25 PM
Monday, September 25, 2006
Fifty
Is this not CUTE???
4:24 PM
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Forty-Nine
Wow! First day of Ramadhan! It came so fast and so sudden I don't think it has quite sunk into me yet. Weirdly, it feels normal.
Not much to say for now, but here's an SMS Loi got from her friend this morning.
" I want you to know just how much I value our friendship.
You cry... I cry.
You laugh ... I laugh.
You jump from 20-storey building... I look down and say "Fooyoo, guarantee mati!"
HAHA!
1:20 PM
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Forty-Eight
So. Didn't go to school today (in case no one noticed. sedih nye!). Got stomach-headache. I called Mas this morning to tell her I wouldn't come to school.
Me: Mas, kite tak pergi sekolah hari ni.
Mas: Huh? Asal?
Me: Kitenye family nak gi Sentosa.
Mas: WOW O_O
Me: ... Bedek je lah.
Mas: Oh.
I gave Lily my yearbook contribution thingy. Lucky I finished it last night. Hope it's not too bad and that Loi won't forget!
(Btw, I told Loi to buy spagetti (how you spell ah?) in case Cik Milah jual. ^_^)
Went to the clinic to get my MC. The clinic is run by Dr Sim and his wife, both of whom are, of course, doctors. I usually get Dr. Sim. I really like him cause he's friendly and funny, and he's always grinning or laughing.
But today was Dr Quek's (his wife) turn. I never had her before, but I guessed that she was a strict kinda woman, the opposite of Dr. Sim. I mean, even her name sounds strict. "You QUEK you!"
But she was a pretty nice lady. She's not as jolly as her husband, but she's kind in a McGonagall kinda way. After the checkup and everything, she concluded that I had too much gas in my stomach, which is why I'm having cramps, and that I don't relax my muscles, which is why my brain hurts. Funny. Who would have thought I stressed out my muscles?
Yeah, yeah, I know I should be resting at the moment, but frankly, my head hurts too much to sleep. It's like I'm so tired, I can't sleep. Weird huh?
I've also lost my appetite. Two bites of rice, and I'm done! Cannot eat anymore ah.
I wonder how I'm going to finish the spagetti later on.
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12:13 PM
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Forty-Seven
Just something I wrote last night, while I was in a slightly-depressed-mode.
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"4 more weeks."
I think of those seemingly harmless words, and I freeze inside. My heart almost beats faster. I smell the fear on me.
"4 more weeks."
It sounds lie a curse out of a fairytale. 'In weeks, you will prick your finger and write on papers known as EXAMS, and you shall only stop writing by a kiss from your report book."
4. More. Weeks.
I have to admit that, up until now, I have always thought of myself as a pretty brave person. I'm not afraid of cockroaches or cats or thunder or the dark (well.... not
really, now). I don't squirm when I see the insides of the people, I don't grimace when I get my injections, and I pratically
live for rollercoasters. But now? Now I know better. What I'm really afraid is a dissappointing people: especially, and more importantly, myself.
I guess I can be a smart kid if I only try hard enough, but somehow I am never able to put in enough effort. Am I lazy? Probably. Not determined? Maybe. I dunno. Maybe my mind just wanders too much. I try to study to study, but after an hour or so, I just stop focusing. I cannot focus.
See? Even now, when I would be better off studying, I'm writing and eating an apple. I need to, though. I'm feeling pretty skitty at the moment. Writing and eating an apple helps me feel slightly better, if not calmer.
You know, if this whole studying thing had been a race, then this last 4 weeks would be where the anchor runner comes in. The last run. The final stretch. It all comes down to this.
Should I try to conquer my fear to feel better? I don't think so. See, I have something like a belief when it comes to handling fear: Be afraid. Be afraid, then do whatever it is that you have to do anyway. Then you pray and hope for the best.
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4:36 PM
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Forty-Six
I was at the library this one time (well, it was actually on Friday). Because I had just walked in the rain (refer to previous post), and because I was still wet, the library become less pleasant that it usually is. I was so cold! My body become sorta rigid; I walked around the shelves like a robot, almost. I kept rubbing and blowing on my hands to keep warm.
So anyway, I had walked over to Syakirah and was standing beside her when this Chinese man sitting beside us asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
I don't remember answering yes, though I did think it, but the man continued, "Why is it that you (Syakirah) wear your tudung liddat, like I cannot see your eyes from the side, but you (me) wear your scarf much ... back-er and I can see your eyes?"
What I wanted to say was "Some people have different styles," or, "I have a big forehead and I'm a nerd, so when I wear my scarf back, people can tell. Syakirah's a goth dude(tte), so she wears her scarf to the front, you know, like a hood. So people can tell she's cool."
But I didn't do anything. What I really did was grin. I just
grinned at him, like his question was funny or he was funny or we were funny or the newspaper he was ready was funny. Point is, I said nothing but
grinned. Grinned!
Maybe the man is a mind-reader, cos he grinned too, then he went back to the newspaper.
God, I don't know what I was doing.
*Slaps forehead*
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5:55 PM
Friday, September 15, 2006
Forty-Five
Greedy Reader. G
reeeeedy
Reeeeeeeeader.
I like the way it sounds.
It was raining very heavily today. It was wonderful. I wanted to walk home in the rain together with Zahira, Nabihah, Fathin and Seri, but Lily insisted that we take the bus. She wasn't interested in getting wet, I suppose. I had to beg her (almost).
Me: Yom lah Lee... (yom is a combination of yok and jom, in case you're wondering)
Loi: Lily nak naik bus lahh.
Me: Alah, kiteorang slalu naik bus. Jalan lah pulak!
Loi: Taknak!
OK, so Loi was stubborn and adamant. I had to be smart about this.
Me: I'll let you buy Bubbletea today.
Loi: *instantly* Let's go walk.
So we walked. Without umbrellas, of course, because if we had our umbrellas up, we might as well be sitting in the bus stop. Anyway, we got soaked right down to the bone! Walking in the rain is one of the most brilliant feelings ever. If you've never tried it, then I'm telling you: take a risk, take a chance, and go walk in the rain. It's the best. I even jumped into a puddle (ask the others why). ^_^
We walked all the way to Paya Lebar, but when we went our seperate ways, I snapped my umbrella open and held it over my head. There's just not as much fun walking the rain without having friends to be crazy with.
(By the way, I ate this small chocolate Zahira gave me, and let me tell you, that thing was
absolutely heavenly. Absolutely heavenly! It's chocolate on the outside, but the inside is melted vanilla. The moment you bite into it, pop! The vanilla melts into your mouth. Brilliant. Thanks Zahira!)
By the way, I was a Jamrah today during Fiqh. Strange as this might sound, I actually like the feeling of the rocks hitting my head. It felt nice, somehow. I think I made a mistake of not smiling, though. I figured that I should loo serious, since jamrahs nor rocks don't smile and all. But I forgot that I look
angry when I don't smile.
Mardhiah: *uncertain, as if afraid to throw a rock at me* Allau.... akbar?
I grinned at her to show that I wasn't mad. Then she happily threw it at my head (paper rock, not real rock)
Zahira: *before throwing* please forgive me Dee....
XD
(I should mention that Mas, however, felt no remorse whatsoever. On the contrary, she held up her arm, grinned this totally evil smile, and said "Amik kau Dee!". Then she fired)
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5:16 PM
Monday, September 11, 2006
Forty-Four
There's a rule in our English lesson. You forget to bring your book, you have to write an essay. The first person in the class who forgets to bring it has to write 100 words, I think. Then the next person who forgets has to write 150 words. As more people forget, more words are needed to be written.
19 people forgot to bring their textbook today. Including myself, naturally. We all have to write a total of 300 words, on anything we want!
Most people might think it troublesome. I think it's fun. The only problem is that I have too many ideas to write about that I can't decide which title to pick. Oh, and we have to send it in tomorrow.
Should I write about how everyone is a hyprocrite? Or maybe I should write a story about how a boy finds out that the ice-cream man has a better life than his. Maybe I should talk about how it's not so easy being a teenager?
Eeee boring. Anyway.
Today marks the beginning of Silence Week. I don't know why I picked 'Silence' as the theme. Maybe because it's because people have been giving me these "Uh-oh, Diyanah's talking" look sometimes. Maybe it's because it will be a challenge for me. Who knows? I just did. It doesn't mean I become mute for one whole week. It really just means I won't talk unless necessary.
And what I deem as 'necessary' might not actually be necessary.
It's especially hard when I have this pressing urge to make a joke. I like to make jokes. And jokes aren't exactly 'berfaedah'. I wrote a joke on paper once. After that I just said the jokes. They're necessary to make people laugh, right?
Another time when it is hard is when I'm talking to Mas. She's kooky, and she likes to talk. I like to talk, too. But today was supposed to be different because it's Silence Week. Mas knows that it's my Silence Week.
On the bus:
Mas: *reads a part of her library book*
Mas: What do you think it means, Dee?
Me: *smiles*
Mas: Yes, that's correct! (tak betol. i would have said the same thing)
Me: It's my silence week, remember?
Mas: Oh yeah! Okay, I won't talk to you.
*Five seconds later*
Mas: *reads another part of her book* What do you think
that means, Dee?
*slaps forehead*
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5:31 PM
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Forty-Three
Wow. Dah lame tak post. What can I say? Busy, busy!
But I admit, I would be lying if I were to say that I spent all my time studying and doing school work. In fact, I consider myself lucky because I got to spend a day with my family.
Oh, today was funny!
Today's a Sunday, which means our family went to the mosque. Today's mosque was Darul Aman. Loi and Nina offered to show me their 'secret hideout' in the masjid (they call it the Creepy Tunnel, even though there's no tunnel at all). They claim the place is 'totally silent and totally empty'. So, ok, I followed them. Why not?
The 'Creepy Tunnel' was really just the 3rd and highest level of the mosque, but it was empty, which was nice, in a way. We had a space, all to our own. I studied for my tests in the beginning; tauhid, tafsir, sejarah islam. But then we decided to play a game.
It's really an esay game. You just flick a coin, the other two call out 'Heads' or 'Tails', and the one who got it right will get the right to flick the coin. Like, I flick the coin. While it spins in mid-air, Loi might call out "Heads" and Nina goes for "Tails". If Nina is right, then she gets to flick the coin. Then Loi and I have to guess.
It's really not that all exciting, but for some reason, it kept us fully entertained for at least an hour.
We also decided to call for either 'Heads' or 'Butts'. Cos we don't have tails.
Anyway, there was this one time when it was Nina's turn to flick the coin.
Nina: *flicks the coin into the air and slaps it onto her palm*
Me: Heads!
Nina: *shakes her head slightly*
Me: Um.... Butts?
Nina: Yes! Betol! *gives me the coin*
In another instance:
Nina: *flicks again*
Me: Heads!
Nina: *shakes her head, then shakes her butt*
Me:.... Butts?
Nina: YES!
It went like that for a really long time. Loi couldn't figure out why we were laughing so hard.
I can't figure out how she couldn't see we were actually cheating.
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6:52 PM
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Forty-Two
Uh, I just wanna post this because I wanna apologise to Seri for hitting her. I didn't know it hurt that bad! Sorry...
I really should stop hitting people. I underestimate my strength. Ouch.
6:29 PM
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Forty-One
Apparently, we can trick our body into thinking it's morning by shining light on your knees. Or something like that.
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Here's an exerpt (or is it an extract?) from the book "Blame My Brain: the amazing teenage brain revealed".
"All parents were once perfect teenagers. Model humans. Never drank, swore, smoked, or lay bed all morning. They were completely in control of all their hormones. In fact, they never had any hormones at all. They were calm, always smiling, and incredibly polite to everyone around them.
All parents also have amnesia. That's why they believe the above paragraph.
They have airbrushed out the disgusting bits of their memories. The painful, greasy, smelly, angry, nasty bits. They will tell you the tidied their rooms and filed away the day's school work alphabetically before supper each evening. And if they've even
dreamt of swearing at anyone, they would have been forced to write 5 million times: "I have unquestioning respect for all people". Exams were harder and they were smarter because there were no videos/PlayStations/computers/internet in their day. They were all poor but happy. And on Christmas Day (ok lah, Hari Raya ah), their greatest joy was to play family charades. After writing their thank-you notes, of course. Vegetables? No, they didn't like them, but they always ate them and appreciated their traditional importance. Broccoli are character-building.
Oh, get real, I'd say. The Greek genius Aristotle taked about the strange behaviour of teenagers. And that was 2 500 years ago."
Aheheheheh.
I'm gonna be like that one day.
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5:11 PM
Friday, September 01, 2006
Forty
Today's word of the day is explicate \EK-spluh-kayt\,
transitive verb: To explain; to clear of difficulties or obscurity.
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Humans are quite the greedy creatures, don't you think? Well, maybe greedy isn't quite the right word. It's more like, unsatisfied. No matter what we have, or own, there's always
something else we want to have. There's even an old quote I read once: "Thou shalt not covet for thy neighbour's iPod"... ok, so maybe it wasn't exactly worded like that. But you get the idea.
Maybe it's just a general rule of life or something. Fish swim. Birds fly. Humans desire.
Greed isn't a good thing, but I guess it isn't overly wrong to want a
few stuff. You know, since it's part of our nature and all. Even I would like to have a couple of things.
Some of these Things I want aren't much of a big deal. They're just, you know, normal stuff that other people might want. Books, a new handphone maybe, more time, flying (ya I wanna fly. I know you do too! Admit it!).
But then there are other wants, or desires or wishes, whichever, that I keep secret. And for a good reason! Until now, that is. That's right, you're gonna here all my old, secret wants (old! not anymore, ok!) first in my blog. From me. About me.
They're mostly weird. And embarassing. Here, I'll tell you some:
* I would love to be as strong or jump as high as the Hulk. Yes, him. I don't wanna be like Spiderman, I don't wanna be like Batman, I wanna be like that green Hulk dude.
* I used to want Pokemon of my own. Although it wasn't much of a secret back then.
* I used to want purple eyes...
*... or grey eyes ...
* ... or one purple, one grey eye (... ok, yuck).
* I once had a sudden desire to see the Teletubbies get drunk.
* I wanted to be on Oprah's show.
* I wanted a Disney Princesses colouring book.... I was 13 years old.
* I wanted to be a Cardcaptor. Like Sakura Kinomoto!!
* I wanted to see how Einstein looked with braids.
You know...
Stuff like that.
Dah, tu je! I can't tell you all; I have a reputation, you know.
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8:30 AM
