It was cousin Aili’s birthday yesterday and the girls and I had a great time last night at her room. ALL of us in one room, and as Aili herself said, it was about time that we all gather around together.

You girls do bring sunshine in my life and when there are those who just keep bringing tense and heartbreaks in my life, there’ll be you girls who bring the smiles to my face. and I am indebted to you girls, especially the blogger girls (hope you know it’s you). Thank you for the sincerety and the care you girls have shown. LOVE YOU ALL.

I’ll let you read the birthday 21year ol’ princess for her account on her birthday yeah? go on : http://www.unique-in-my-own-way.blogspot.com/

I found this faarrniiee joke in today’s papers. In the cartoon strips page. It’s a conversation between a Tarzan named Billy and his pet crocodile, Saltie. Here goes:

Billy : Saltie! Are you reading my DIARY??!
Saltie : (looking confused) Wha?? Oh…er….Yes.
Billy : You disappoint me BIG TIME!
Saltie : (speechless and looking utter guilty) *imagine a crocodile, looking guilty*
Billy : I told you, everything’s in my BLOG! (pointing at his laptop, apparently wireless)
Saltie : I didn’t want to run down your battery, ok?

I laughed out loud at that! Must be about the blog thingy, close to my heart and the laptop, which most of my friends own one. They are just familiar things. but the idea of a tarzan and the crocodile, it just adds the humour, so I want to share it with anyone who’s reading my blog. Enjoy~

note: I’m back to doing nothing, next exam in 9 days~

Roses are red
Violets are blue
A rock in my head
I’m feeling blue!!

Haha, a parody isn’t it? Nice…

Let’s talk about roses, shall we? I was just thinking about how people seem to think that roses are symbols of love. It’s culturally socieatally inherited and taught throughout the generations that roses means love and passion. I don’t remember this as being a revealed knowledge though ; )

Well, what I had in mind was between real roses and artificial roses. Red roses and bleached roses which are more interestingly coloured than just bloooddyyy rrredd.
There was even the hiden meaning behind the number of roses given to a special someone and even the colour of the roses means something, for example, one stalk of rose would mean ‘you’re the only one for me,’ and blue rose (yey my fave) would mean eternal love. I don’t even remember the exact meaning behind these by the way. (simple simple things like these just don’t stick to mind). The problem comes when deciding whether to give real roses which don’t really last that long, guaranteed life span of a week, or the artificial ones, paper roses or crocheted ones or they call it bunga plastikkK, which, admit it, they last longer, despite the dust they accumulate.

So does giving real roses, which is “romantic” and gives a pleasure feeling of tender loving care, but then will survive within a week, UNLESS, you’re good with roses -survival, which, not many of us do. Does that mean, the love will only last for a week? (Okay, i’m gonna get a hearing from people who DO GET ROSES.) But on the other side, giving artifical roses, which looks just exactly like the real roses but it stays longer, therefore metaphorically the feeling stays longer? And not to say cheaper than a dozen of real roses. But they say artifical roses = artificial love = cheapskate!! But it stays longer for GOD’s sake! But dried (is it dried or is there a better term for it??) roses stays longer too!! Only it turns brown and crunchy~hmmm, provoking aren’t I? ; )

I don’t know myself, whether I’ll prefer real to articial rose. Someone send me roses and let me decide pragmatically and romantically!

David Nicholls – Starter for ten

I have been reading some good books lately, thanks to Cousin Aili for her recommendations. One was a rather tragic novel about a teenage girl striving to live after her mother’s sudden death and taking after a ten year-old brother, who was still in a shock and confused over their mother’s death. I can’t say it created an impact on me but hmm…. ok to pass the time ah. Finished reading it in one night!

The other, was much enjoyable, Starter for Ten. Funny and crafty. It actually reminds me of abang2 typies in Singapore. And it more or less similar to what I’m facing in Uni-life as well, without the hormonal chaos hocus pocus or gen!^@-free as they put it. And the period was only two decades ago!! A guy going to Uni with all the excitement and motivation of seeking knowledge and finding himself falling in love instead. What struck me was the phases that he went through was uncommon to me.

He told of eagerly joining societies in search of friends and experience, well, I was eager myself and joined IRK Society and other programmes here and there. Even joining Archery club once! And then he went through this phae which he thinks he’s too stupid for Uni and that he knows much less than he actually thinks. Suddenly finding himself unable to answer to questions which are supposed to be familiar. Simply put, plain stupid. And hey, I ever thought like that myself. Like I don’t read enough and forgot information I used to learn before. Like everybody else was much smarter and what am I even doing here??!

Uni studs really need a lot of motivation and reminding on what exactly we are here for. ometimes I forgot that I’m here to seek knowledge and learn as much as I could from the lecturers as well as gaining skills from societies. Especially when I’m too busy with programmes and simultaneous tests and assignments, I forget the real essence of studying! I’m just going through the days without really knowing what I’m doing. I’m just following the rhythm.

And there was the student politics. It’s obvious here. The right-wing and the left-wing. I was rather ignorant with the student politics here beofre, whatsmore, I’m just an international student, shouldn’t mess mself up with politics. But after having a position in MRC, I more or less know what is going on in the pseudo-political world and it’s SCARY I tell ya. real Scary. The local students here do take it seriously.

That’s more or less the novel starter for ten reflected on my own life. And these are the very experiences I will not forget. It’s just so sweet and memorable, even the worst of it was endearing. I have to say this: I love IIU

1. Knowledgeable

2. Forever happy

3. Rid of all negative thoughts about people and things

4. Friends with everyone

5. Grateful

6. No moodiness

7. Forget all bad things that have happened

8. Known

+++++++++++++++++++

I was looking back on my previous posts here and I came across this list that I wrote in on 21/12/2004 Friday. hmm, I was just wondering what made me create this list?? But the real question was, have I achieved or able to be these characteristics that I listed? I can’t rate myself so can someone help me in evaluating me??

for the sake of leaf pendant!!

Had my soca control exam this morning which I know I sucked to the core. This time it’s for sure. Aarrrrggghhhh!!! I’m worried.

And now I have 5 days to go before the my next exam. Believe it or not but I’m halfway done with my exams before the week starts!! Two more papers left.

Right after the exam, went straight to OTK, alone. Sorry to all but it was just a brief visit to OTK, I so needed to buy this leaf -shaped pendant I saw last Monday when I went there with some friends. It’s the very pendant I’ve been aiming for and I had told myself to buy once I see it because it was kind of rare to see one. And I did, even though it’s actually one day later after I saw it. Thank goodness it’s still there! And I got it at 10rm lesser than the actual price. (Selamat tanya kat kakak tu, boleh dapat kurang tak, since it’s the last piece there, and I got it!!!)

Love it. Gotta chow!

My first final paper this morning! Philosophy of religion!! My favourite subject and most hopeful of getting a good grade for it, considering that my carry marks are rather ok. But now I’m more worried of disappointing Sir rather than myself. Oh God, please let me do well in it~

Went back to singapore last wednesday. It was a rather an impromptu decision even though I did set my mind on going back last week. Romo was admitted to the NUH last Thursday. It was a shock of course. A first time in the family after almost to twelve years since my mother gave birth to Khidhir.

Romo was to undergo a procedure, they didn’t call it surgery, something like clearing up one of his arteries in his heart because of a 95% blockage. *sigh* when my mother told me about him having to be admitted and need some immediate job done to his heart, I really couldn’t understand it at all and I was thinking what is really happening, the most dreaded question was what will happen to him??!! This is heart issues going on, the very source of life! What is going to happen? How serious was it?? But Ratu wouldn’t say anything except asking me to come back as soon as possible. I had two tests last week and tones of things to be done, but I left them all in a faze, can’t think too much at that time except to come home, and I almost cried when Aili offered me a hug. Thanks cuz.

On Thursday, me and my parents went to NUH, the quietness of the hospital awed me and at the same time, just wondering the hundreds of people who have gone through this. Romo was amazingly calm. He always is but I know he was deeply worried and almost scared, his silence was different than usual. Ratu was trying to put on a brave face. I’m glad I was there to be with them. I thought I could be brave for Ratu, but it turned I was the one shedding tears! I hugged Romo before he entered the surgery room. I could not imagine my strong and controlled Romo was almost helpless then and his life might depend on how his life spirit wills him to. Even though it was a minor procedure, the risks were serious, it could be a heart attack or relapse. That was unimaginable. I do not know where my usual strength was, I was really scared. Two hours went by. It felt forever. At least me and Ratu had each other.

We got news that he was out in a ward and allowed to visit him. It was such a huge relief that his procedure went without any complications at all. He was smiling when we met him. It felt like he needed to see us to know that he was well and alive. It was one of his smiles that I will not forget. It was also a smile to assure us that everything’s ok now. He’s still here for us. I needed that. Thank ALLAH for loving us.

Romo was well enough that he was only in for a day. And he was already up and about, only he shouldn’t be moving around too much and he has to be strict with his meals, no more cholesterol or too much oily and sugary food. Luckily he quitted smoking!

I did not let my mind wandered too much into the future and we prayed for the best for the family. I pray that we can still be together for as long as we can and I have my dreams and aims to fulfil, things I want to do for my family. I pray that ALLAH will give me the chance to realize those dreams.

I have sudden craving for colour lime. So into lime right now. And limegreen coloured roses look nice too.