tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3973480634144855242012-02-16T18:09:04.389+08:00Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.comBlogger1831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-21591033375219465112009-04-05T22:27:00.003+08:002009-04-05T22:41:24.710+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">FLO RIDA - RIGHT ROUND [DJ DELTA CLUB MIX] </font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />=====<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(from previous entry: thank you for all the silent prayers... the latest update is that she is no longer on drips, but is still in ICU.)</span><br /><br />=====<br /><br /><br /><br />Tonight, I'll lead you into my inner sights...<br /><br /><br />All aspirations and ambitions need to start somewhere.<br />And to start somewhere without proper equipment and finance means you got to resort to people around you for support.<br />Which also means that the boyfriend agreed to become my model, without pay.<br />Hee.<br /><br />I might invest in a DSLR camera soon.<br />Then when I've gotten a proper certificate (that people can trust me enough to pay for my services) for hair and make-up then work from home - turning one of my (future) rooms into a studio. <br /><br />(cos I've always liked doing hair and make up for people, and they've always liked the products. <span style="font-style:italic;">Andaman</span> courses include clothes too, but I guess I won't go so far for sidelines. shrugs.) <br /><br />Hahaha.. Vocalising the ambitions ey.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Macam-macam kan aku.</span><br /><br />But really. I've got a lot of ambitions; and mostly stem from the fact that I like doing a lot of things. HAHA -<br /><br />Either that or maybe it's just because I find the need to be busy - <span style="font-style:italic;">lepas tu complain</span>. LOL. But bottomline is, <span style="font-weight:bold;">I just can't sit around and do nothing.</span> <br /><br /><br />I have <em>itchy hands</em>, so to speak.<br /><br /><ul><li>I like to draw, I like to sew - I might even want to have my own clothes line. <br />(I was thinking of designing and start sewing my own clothes even! Some people might know by now that I dislike the idea of being "in" and "with the trend" - I am my own trend, man.) <br />So you'd see me more of a 'Project Runway' person rather than 'ANTM'.. But then again, I don't watch much TV.<br /><br /><li>And you know I like to doodle and design randoms.. that's where <span style="font-style:italic;">Illusion</span> comes in handy - for all the artwork.<br /><br /><li>I love writing; I wanna publish my own book someday..<br /><br /><li>I love music.. I wanna turn another room into a music studio.. With my guitar collection (and his stuff) and the works..<br /><br /><li>I'll move things around my room when I'm bored (or when I'm busy and need some form of distraction to stay sane); paint walls, turning them into murals..<br /><br /><li>I like taking ambient-ic pictures that evokes and/or invokes emotions..</ul><br /><br /><br />Oh well. <br /><br />You can't have everything you want in life. <br />(Or maybe you actually <strong>can</strong> have your cake and eat it too..... hmm.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">This entry was triggered by the fact that one of my friends wanted to just quit school and be a florist. Another said, she just wants to be a very highly educated housewife, with 3 kids, and give them assessments everyday.</span><br />We laughed, but, it kinda dawned on me... What WOULD we do if we weren't pursuing our academics?<br /><br /><br />I did some funny quiz analysing my hand, and the test result showed that I have a "water hand" :S<br />It said: <span style="font-style:italic;"><b>"Many people with this hand make good poets and musicians. They also go well in the fashion and beauty industry. For people with this hand, emotions are more important than reason."</span></b><br /><br />Right...<br /><br /><br />-crickets as background sound effects-<br /><br /><br />So then, my mainstream "value" would hinge on my paper qualifications (in this paper-chase society) and the career that comes with it. And my sidelines would be 'monetising' my hobbies. If there's even such a word.<br /><br />Why do I do this; vocalising my art-streamed ambitions? <br />Because psychologically, it would be 'seen' (i.e. "written"), and cosmically, it is to rectify the "would bes" and "what ifs". <br /><br />So there you go. A little slice of me that you might know, but not the history behind it.<br /><br /><br />....<br />Enough of my verbal diarrhoea. Here are the shots.<br />Some of them need work; but these were the "better" ones.<br /><br />So, yupp. You may relish (or not) my amateurish attempts at photography, and tell me which one(s) you like/why.. <br /><br />[As usual, picture quality is best when viewed with FireFox.]<br /><br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">DOPPELGANGER</span><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgYYweEqmI/AAAAAAAABJs/io6d496CSME/s400/doppelganger_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CANDID</span><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgYYrxoJmI/AAAAAAAABJc/AoeLY9PCLUY/s400/candid_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">AWAY</span><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgYYHMPMrI/AAAAAAAABJM/sXOOxKEvnKc/s400/away_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">UNFAZED</span><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgZYNeUC8I/AAAAAAAABKU/nShNbbZusBY/s400/unfazed_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SOLEMN</span><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgZXY3fLEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/iH4QHgqCu8Y/s400/solemn_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SANDWASHED</span><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgZWYgQGNI/AAAAAAAABJ0/YDThA4Durxo/s400/sandwashed_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CLONE</span><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgYYxtSTJI/AAAAAAAABJk/DRjMVyoMqxQ/s400/clone_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">SOLITARY</span><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgZXR_kfYI/AAAAAAAABKE/DmF0GIuPIAw/s400/solitary_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><br />(taken from the same stock photo)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WHITE</span><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgaR1tHflI/AAAAAAAABKc/Gqr4XyrlFHM/s400/white_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BLACK</span> <br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgYYa7Y1iI/AAAAAAAABJU/gPDZPAnzruE/s400/black_.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">TUNNEL</span><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdgZXxh2k_I/AAAAAAAABKM/pprZBBnYjbs/s400/tunnel_.jpg"></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/adelya.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2159103337521946511?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-61488082104039069362009-03-30T22:38:00.014+08:002009-04-05T22:27:44.123+08:00I received a call at about 16:54. I was wondering why he called, because he knows I'm in lecture. I had some sense that it was urgent. But I decided to reject the call and text him, just in case he thought I've already ended class.<br /><br />I said: <span style="font-style:italic;">I'm in lecture Sayang</span><br />He replied: <span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm going to the hospital. Fazmie just called. He's crying.</span><br />I said: <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh no. What happened?</span> (I didn't really wanna ask, for fear of the answer, but I asked anyway.)<br />He replied: <span style="font-weight:bold;">I don't know. Meet me there? CTE exit bukit timah.</span><br /><br />I called him back at 17:11 during a short intermission, to ask what really happened, but he seemed flustered. All he said was that Fazmie was crying too hard on the phone, he couldn't even speak.<br /><br />(Fazmie is his eldest brother)<br /><br />I had a good mind to just leave the lecture theatre and head to K.K.<br />But I kept thinking to myself, "Things are fine.. Things are fine.." Although I know deep down that things aren't.<br /><br />Soon after, I received an SMS: <span style="font-weight:bold;">the baby is still alive. a lot of complications.</span><br />I replied: <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh god. I was so worried and distracted.</span><br />He explained: <span style="font-weight:bold;">the kidney isn't functioning, toxins in body not clearing.</span><br /><br />For the next half hour or so, I was kept at the age of my seat.. And the lecturer just HAD to hold us back. That was when I decided to just pack and leave.<br /><br />I half-ran to my car, and drove like a half-crazy husband who just got a call from his wife who was in labour.<br /><br />Throughout the whole journey, my mind was in distraught, my heart was beating like crazy, my palms were wet.. I was driving and praying at the same time, hoping that Adelya was fine. It was nuts. Truthfully, it was. <br /><br />One, because I didn't get to see Baby Adelya the day after she was given birth to.<br />Two, because I knew that she just COULDN'T DIE. She's just NOT SUPPOSED TO. I believe in the life cycle.. She was conceived soon after her great-grandfather had passed away...<br />Three, she's not related to me by blood... But I felt so emotionally affected. Why? Because she's my boyfriend's first niece.. And he hadn't gotten the chance to see her too.<br /><br />She was just borne on the 27th of March. She's only 3-4 days old.<br />She was transferred to the Special Care Unit... And visitors were only allowed from 12-2 pm, and 6-8 pm.. The specific time slots made it difficult to see her.<br /><br />I arrived at K.K Women and Children's hospital after what seemed like an eternity of bullcrap traffic... There were a few people there already - my boyfriend, his two brothers, his mom, Kak Lenny's mom and sister... <br />(Everyone looked happy.. as opposed to the solemn welcome the boyfriend received when he reached.. He said everyone was crying..)<br /><br />I went to see Baby Adelya... <br />Through the glass window. (We weren't allowed in, unless we're her parents/grandparents) Which is sad.. <br />But I was contented.. Just getting to see her.<br /><br />She had so much hair... She had very long eye-lashes.. She is really really fair.. And I'd like to translate her pinkness to be "in the pink of health" (: (Although we all know that she is very sick)<br /><br />She was tiny.. She was beautiful... She just exudes plain miracle. I almost cried when I saw her. <br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbsk1GFYI/AAAAAAAABHc/4FnnU8kArsk/s1600-h/Photo0270.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbsk1GFYI/AAAAAAAABHc/4FnnU8kArsk/s400/Photo0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318992718771656066" /></a></center><br /><br /><br />Looking at Abang Fazmie and Kak Lenny towering over her... I just felt.. God, they must be going through so much pain right now... But they were happy. They were happy their baby is alive... And kicking (literally). She even opened her eyes and we caught her smiling a few times.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbr0d3mSI/AAAAAAAABHU/64kvsfY1E5U/s1600-h/Photo0268.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbr0d3mSI/AAAAAAAABHU/64kvsfY1E5U/s400/Photo0268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318992705789335842" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><b>Other pictures I managed to take:</b><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDcua_JUiI/AAAAAAAABIU/i72Np_RBHhs/s1600-h/Photo0278.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDcua_JUiI/AAAAAAAABIU/i72Np_RBHhs/s400/Photo0278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993850000822818" /></a><br />You can never separate a mother and her child...<br />(I wanted to hug Kak Lenny so badly, but she didn't even step out of the room from the time I came, to the time we left... We just waved and smiled, mouthed words, and did hand gestures/pseudo sign languages.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDctKhWTRI/AAAAAAAABH0/wNcTY5fjAxY/s1600-h/Photo0273.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDctKhWTRI/AAAAAAAABH0/wNcTY5fjAxY/s400/Photo0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993828401007890" /></a><br />She's very very tiny.. She has very long fingers too.. Hafeez (the boyfriend's second brother) said she'll grow up to be a guitarist.. I said she'd be a pianist.. And everyone contributed to what she'd be with those long fingers. It included cello player and harpist -.-"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDcuNfxVMI/AAAAAAAABIM/rF0JSJLA1VM/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDcuNfxVMI/AAAAAAAABIM/rF0JSJLA1VM/s400/Photo0277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993846379566274" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDctu5W3BI/AAAAAAAABH8/FyeshnfHzlM/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDctu5W3BI/AAAAAAAABH8/FyeshnfHzlM/s400/Photo0275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318993838165384210" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbtCEt-iI/AAAAAAAABHs/Xb_YECd8QF4/s1600-h/Photo0272.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDbtCEt-iI/AAAAAAAABHs/Xb_YECd8QF4/s400/Photo0272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318992726621813282" /></a><br />It looks as if she's saying "Aper lah mummy.. I nak tido lah.." hehe.. </center><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Adelya...<br />I may not be your aunt (yet).. I may not be related to you.. But know that I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you.<br />Grow up beautiful.. Grow up smart.. Grow up being a good daughter to your parents, who went through a lot of pain to have you...</span><br /><br /><br />God is Great.<br /><br /><br /><br />====<br /><br /><br />**To those who probably didn't know.. Adelya's parents have been married for 5 years and couldn't get a baby naturally. Adelya is a product of IVF (In-Vitro Fertilisation). She is supposed to be a twin.. But her twin died.. She is a survivor... In all sense of the word.<br /><br /><br />====<br /><br />On the 27th of March, at 19:17, I received a forwarded MMS:<br /><br /><br />I beamed, and congratulated him for being a proud uncle of a very beautiful baby girl.... <br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDisoDcEmI/AAAAAAAABIc/kRgUfZJHVVs/s1600-h/Adelya1.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SdDisoDcEmI/AAAAAAAABIc/kRgUfZJHVVs/s400/Adelya1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000416218518114" /></a><br />And we were so eager to see her...........</center><br /><br /><br />====<br /><br /><br />I told the boyfriend, during dinner, after sending Hafeez and his mom home..<br /><br />"It must suck to be able to go home... But your baby isn't...."<br /><br />He said "Yeah...."<br />And continued, "I hope we don't have to go through that many complications...."<br /><br />I pray so too, baby. I pray so too....<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>We love you, Adelya Md Fazmie....<br />(although by the time you're old enough to read this, this blog might be non-existent.)</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathless.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/04/flash_7574.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-6148808210403906936?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-15920007769370730552009-03-27T11:21:00.008+08:002009-03-30T23:37:03.760+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">THE CORRS - BREATHLESS</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eBkXXSbwlE&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eBkXXSbwlE&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object> <br /><br> <br />I was torn between The Corrs' and Shayne Ward's, but I decided on The Corrs' beause.. I don't know. I have this propensity to favour older songs. Haa. <br /> <br />I'm sorry if it seems as if I've been M.I.A-ing, but I've been suffocated with work, drowning in the sea of 3 essays with a total of 9,000 words, having deadlines crammed within the same week. <br /> <br />And that was one full sentence. I guess that depicts how breathless I am.. At times, I just feel as if I forget to breathe. Or maybe I actually HAVE forgotten to breathe. Time is so tight now, that I have no time to even breathe. <br /> <br />(And here's where some of you'd go that 9,000 words isn't an obstacle for me, seeing how much I usually write and/or talk. But I assure you that, in certain stressful situations, my eloquence gets affected.) <br /> <br />There is a rubbing-shoulders session with Majlis Pusat tomorrow, but I put on the most pathetic face ever, telling Boss that I don't think I can make it.. Cos I haven't completed my first essay, and I haven't started on the other 2 at all.. And I told her my plans of being a recluse during the weekend, <span style="font-style:italic;">cheong-ing</span> my essays with an attempt at possessing verbal and tactile dexterity. <br /> <br />But she said that that was what she told herself everytime the weekends come near (as in, to be a recluse and shut yourself away from the world, and engage in the <em>ketaksuban</em> with your arguments through term papers).. but, we all know what happens whenever weekends come. <br /> <br />And that is exactly what I'm afraid of. <br />But I've got to overcome this. <br /> <br />That's the problem with me, right? Avid procrastinator. When the deadlines creep near like creeping death, <em>baru nak start gabra monyet.</em> <br /> <br />And I live under the illusion that I thrive under pressure? <br />That, if I am pressurised enough, I would produce diamonds of my essays.. (right.) <br /> <br />I have to finish my first essay today, by hook or by crook. And MOVE ON on the others. 2 essays due on Monday, and another on Wednesday. <br /> <br />-tells herself there is still time- <span style="font-weight:bold;">(whoever tries to debunk this notion will be shot point blank.)</span> <br /> <br /> <br />=== <br /> <br />But everyone knows I'm a nice person with a good heart, <br />so I am compensating my absence (past, present, and the upcoming few days) with pictures which I owe in previous entries. <br /> <br />You may click for the links to the entries that <em>hutang tailong gambar.</em> <br /> <br /><li><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/radziah-razali.html" target="blank">[March 15, 2009] Radziah Razali</a></li> <br /><li><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/alarming-concerns.html" target="blank">[March 12th, 2009] Alarming concerns</a></li> <br /><li><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenage-love-affair.html" target="blank">[February 25th, 2009] teenage love affair</a></li> <br /> <br /> <br />I guess going through the pictures would take the same amount of time you people would have used up reading my absent entries. <br /> <br />(especially the teenage love affair one, cos the reason it took so long was cos there's more than 160 pictures in total. A piece of advice: When you have more than 10 camwhorers together, hide the camera.) <br /> <br /> <br />Cheers. <br /> <br />And all the best <br />for your papers for those in school, <em>(It's papers and tests and exams and whatnots)</em> <br />for your jobs for those working, <em>(I believe there's a lot of auditing going on)</em> <br />and for your lives for those who duduk rumah petik anggur <em>(No, i don't mean you, firah. really.)</em> <br /> <br />We'll pull through. It's the crunch time; the time of the year the lecture halls are sparse because we're just too goddamn tired to go for lessons. <br /> <br />But I make it a point to attend lessons anyway. Which is why I appear zombified most of the time nowadays. <br /> <br />And to quote a friend:<em> <b>"I have dark circles around my eyes, that even a Panda would envy."</em></b> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-else-now.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/adelya.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1592000776937073055?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-12523245277680872572009-03-21T20:02:00.012+08:002009-03-27T13:21:17.638+08:00<i>//It's lengthy. But worth the read, especially if you're a girl, who goes home late at night without company.</i><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br />You guys know I frequent stage shows - be it theaters, dances, musicals - because, I used to be a theater activist and a dancer myself. But I prefer watching productions now, than being in it because of time and other commitments.<br /><br />So it was after one of those night shows a few days back. Me and two of my girlfriends went off separate from the others, because we decided to walk one of the two girls home (it was nearby). <br /><br />After it was the two of us left, we were heading to my car.. But I parked quite far out because we arrived kinda late and there were no parking spaces left. I parked about 2 bus stops away - and we decided to take the bus to my car.<br /><br />THEN, I realised that she stays in Jurong, and I had to travel all the way back to Pasir Ris on my own. I remembered that her boyfriend stays at Tampines, so I asked her whether she minded if I dropped her off at Tamp, and let her boyfriend send her back. She called her boyfriend up but he couldn't send her back because of some reason. So.. Ok.. We took the bus.<br /><br />We got on the bus, and there were the people we separated from earlier. One of them stayed in Jurong too, so they decided to go home together. <br /><br />I dropped off at the stop near the place my car was parked. And I was alone. That was the last bus, so you could imagine how late night/early morning it was.<br /><br />I had that gut feeling all along that something bad was gonna happen? Which was why I got my friend to ask her boyfriend to pick her up.. It's not so much the distance.. But the fact that I was going to travel alone, at such a time.<br /><br />So I jumped at the slightest thing - a cat that mewed, the rustle of leaves, any slightest thing. But I told myself that I was going to be fine.. Because I was near a residential area.. And there was a 7-11 nearby (read: 24 hours). If anything were to happen, I could just shout.<br /><br />So I walked towards my car, when there was this girl with a bicycle, from 7-11 riding towards me (How did I know she was from there? Cos she was holding a Slurpee.) She rode and stopped right by me. And this was when things started getting freaky.<br /><br />She brushed my arm and asked where I was going.<br />I said I was going home.<br />She was looking straight into my eyes and had this crooked smile, that I know she wasn't "ok".<br />I was afraid she'd follow me to my car, so I circled the premise aimlessly, hoping to shoo her away.<br /><br />But, she followed.<br /><br />She kept touching me, and kept talking to me with her face extremely close to mine.<br /><br />What would you do, at this juncture?<br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br />I got super freaked, I decided to threaten to call the police, if she didn't leave me alone.<br /><br />This was when she got all crazy, threw her Slurpee down, and took out this pair of point-sharp scissors (God, I knew she was nuts from the very start).<br /><br />She said that if I were to call the police, she'd stab me right there and then.<br /><br />In my mind I was like <span style="font-style:italic;">"Fuck. Wrong move."</span><br /><br />But before I could retract my words, she started to lunge towards me.. And the least I could do at that point was just dial 999 (I cursed at my touch-screen phone cos it wasn't emergency-friendly), and even if I don't get to talk to anyone, I hope they could hear the commotion and trace my call.<br /><br />It was when I managed to get through the line, and heard the "hello" that that crazy girl decided to attack. She wanted to go for my stomach with the scissors, but I managed to grab her arm.<br /><br />She got the scissors with her other hand and started stabbing at my hand that was grabbing her arm.<br /><br />She stabbed and stabbed repeatedly, and my left hand was bleeding profusely. <br /><br />You've heard the phrase 'rooted to the ground' right?<br />But do you know that it's an understatement when you were being attacked with a weapon and your muscles just went inactive?<br /><br />I didn't kick her, I didn't do ANYTHING. <br />I was just fucking struggling and screaming for help. I was just being.. a girl, attacked. The woman in me didn't get out.<br /><br />One or two people saw.<br /><br />They came close.. Saw that she had a weapon and stepped back.<br /><br />And that was when I found out, first-hand, that the 'bystander effect' really happened in reality.<br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br />The police came soon after, and managed to get her off me. <br /><br />That crazy girl looked at me, and SMILED. She FUCKING SMILED.<br /><br />The officer held my arm and asked <b>"Are you OK?"</b><br /><br />And I almost cursed at his face because they took so long, and also because that question was redundant. My left hand wasn't even moving. Would you be OK if I stabbed your hand repeatedly?<br /><br />I was crying like a girl. I was hurt, and I was angry. I was fucking angry. With myself for not being able to protect myself. With everyone who saw. With my boyfriend (who wasn't there). With anything and everything. I was just crying and crying.<br /><br />They brought me back to the station. (I wasn't in the correct state to drive home and all.)<br /><br />And that very morning, the boyfriend fetched me. After I was nursed and all.<br /><br />And that was when I started crying again.<br /><br />I was crying and scolding him like fuck.. Saying <b>"Where were you when I needed you?"</b> and basically, I was just spewing incoherent, nonsensical phrases, in my trauma.<br /><br />Among those that I remembered, I remembered scolding him because he didn't teach me Martial Arts. I laughed at the thought now, but it seemed very serious then.<br /><br />I remembered saying this too:<br /><b>"What's the point of being the girlfriend of a National Boxer and a DART personnel when I can't even protect myself?!"</b><br /><br />And he kept quiet throughout, trying to calm me down.<br /><br />He knew I wasn't in the right state of mind, so he took all the blame quietly. He took it all in. God, I love him.<br /><br />It wasn't even his fault that he wasn't there; he was at work.<br />And it wasn't even his fault he didn't teach me "Martial Arts" - whose responsibility was that anyway? <br />I <span style="font-style:italic;">knew</span> self-defense - he taught me some moves before - but I didn't take those 'lessons' seriously; I made fun of the moves, and I took them in as 'theory', and not 'practice'.<br /><br />I cried myself to sleep on his shoulder.<br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br />And I awoke with heavy panting, apparently still crying.<br /><br />And I held my left hand.<br /><br /><br />I'm fine.<br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was all a dream...<br /><br /><br /><br />I woke up very tired, from the very active dream, panting and crying hard and all... And the first thing I thought was <i>"Damn it. ALL my kids are going to go through some form of Martial Arts or Self Defense."</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br />And after that dream, I felt that my life was in serious danger.<br /><br /><br />If you're a girl; small and cute, please get away from me.<br /><br />The description fits just one person we all know. (Read: Psycho ex-girlfriend, who, some of you would know.. The person.. The stories.. What she did, what she attempted to do...)<br /><br />But I don't think it's her this time.<br /><br />Who else now?<br /><br /><br /><center>======</center><br /><br /><br />And if you'd want to know..<br />He re-taught me the self-defense moves.<br /><br />Just in case.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/dr-victor-frankenstein.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathless.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1252324527768087257?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-44755622230901419732009-03-16T22:57:00.005+08:002009-03-23T20:51:04.208+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">FLO RIDA - RIGHT ROUND [DJ DELTA CLUB MIX] </font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">[I broke the entry into two halves, for those who were quick enough.]</span><br /><br />So. Talking about nonsense previously, he's growing to become such a narcissistic monster.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I fell in love with myself when I was flexing at the gym."</span><br /><br />"Oh my God. Narcissist!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"At least I don't look at other guys or other girls.. I look at myself."</span><br /><br />"EGO!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Well. I have to match up to yours."</span><br /><br />When you have a boyfriend who's quick with comebacks, you learn to give up eventually.<br /><br />[He's quick in spotting your mistakes too.<br /><br />E.g.:<br />"Eh! Look! Both the parents are wearing denim dresses! So cute!" (I wanted to say both the mother and daughter)<br /><br />And he was quick to say, <span style="font-style: italic;">"If you and our daughter want to wear denim dresses, by all means, it's fine with me. But don't drag me into it. Pardon the pun - Don't</span> <b>DRAG</b> <span style="font-style: italic;">me into it."</span><br />-.-"<br /><br />If you didn't get it, he meant drag to be <span style="font-style: italic;">Drag</span> - a drag queen.]<br /><br />But moving on. Seriously. He's coming to be a huge narcissist.<br />He kept showing off, and I'd say "Quit showing off!"<br /><br />And he'd go<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What? I'm not showing off."<br />-Flexes, and gives that gleeful smile-</span><br /><br />OR..<br /><br />I'd hit his arm for some reason or another and he'd say "Why do you hit me when you know YOUR hand is going to get hurt?"<br /><br />ACTION KAN! -rolls eyes- <br /><br />Tapi tetap sayang. <br /><br />(half the crowd goes "awwww..." and half the crowd goes -puke-)<br /><br />Oh well. I <span style="font-weight:bold;">attempted<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> to flex and say "Mine bigger than yours". Pathetic, I know.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb5TkEJaotI/AAAAAAAABE8/08W7B3ylE_0/s1600-h/Photo0261.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb5TkEJaotI/AAAAAAAABE8/08W7B3ylE_0/s400/Photo0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313776489397396178" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />Just LOOK at the way he positions his arm to make the flex not look like a flex.<br /><br />But..<br />Who am I to complain?<br /><br />Ultimately...<br /><br /><br />I like big things.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-flirts-and-false-pretense.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-else-now.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4475562223090141973?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-78528637030425254382009-03-16T20:57:00.016+08:002009-03-16T23:09:39.675+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">FLO RIDA - RIGHT ROUND [DJ DELTA CLUB MIX] </font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qAUeP1qySrY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br />1. When the guy makes the first move<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hi.." -points to an empty seat- "May I..?"</span><br />"Yeah.. Sure.."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Thank you." -places drink on the table-</span><br />"Is that drink for me?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Yes.."</span><br />"That's very kind of you.." (:<br /><br /><center>==========</center><br /><br />2. When the girl makes the first move<br /><br />-caught the eye of a hot guy standing in a corner and winks, while walking off-<br />-hurries to catch up- <span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm sorry.. Were you winking at me?"</span><br />"I guess I did.."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"So.. What were you trying to do?"</span><br />"I don't know. I guess I was trying to pick you up?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Pick me up?"</span><br />"Uh huh.. Did I manage to?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-puts an arm around girl's waist- "I guess you did."</span> (:<br /><br /><center>==========</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I think when you've been together for so long, you get bored with routine and start doing these kinds of things to each other. Hahaha..<br /><br />Alright. Contexts:<br /><br />1. It was one night, I was waiting at the table, staring at empty space in the sky, and he got back from getting a drink from the barista. He decided to catch me off guard and play stranger, but I was quick enough and played along.<br /><br />2. He was waiting for me outside the ladies' just now, and he looked like he was striking a pose - so this time <i>I</i> decided to play stranger, and he played along.<br /><br />Hahahaha...<br /><br />So those were instances of flirts and false pretense.<br />We've done some role-playing too. All it takes is for one of us to start hyping up some role, and the other would play along.<br /><br />These ones, are instances of role-playings, jumping on the bandwagon of stereotypes (please understand it's all in the name of fun between us; no intention whatsoever, to harm any other parties.)<br /><br /><br /><center>==========</center><br /><br />3. Going Dutch on dinner<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Duit."</span><br />"Lagi-lagi mintak duit. Ni lah lelaki zaman sekarang. Dayus. Mintak bini duit."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Eh. Eh. Please eh. You women have been fighting for equality all your lives. So paying for your own dinner shouldn't be a problem."</span><br />-hits his shoulder-<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Ah. Husband abuse."</span><br />Then he pretended to hit me or something, then I went, "Ah. Domestic violence. Wife abuse. I call police."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Call ah. I dial for you." -takes out phone-</span><br /><br />Then we burst into laughter, much to the annoyance of people around.<br /><br /><br />[I believe in Going Dutch because we're not married yet, and we're both financially independent like that. <span style="font-weight:bold;">"What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine"</span> will only happen AFTER marriage ;) But of course, guys being guys, he'd still sign our dinner bills at times.]<br /><br />[And for the record. He has never laid a hand on me. I think relationships that are based on violence, have some serious problems that have to be rectified. Please ladies, you're not supposed to be subjected to being ChrisBrowned. Your existence is far more superior than that. If anything, he's supposed to protect you, not victimise you.]<br /><br /><br /><center>==========</center><br /><br />4. Assuming Aien-Haziq's roles (Sorry if you're reading this babe. We can't help but make fun of you guys - pasal korang terlalu cute) :P<br /><br />"Asal ni B?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Alamak.. Mummy.. Kan I da cakap ngan U.."</span><br />"Sorry lah B... I tak tau..."<br /><br />But we usually won't go on so far because we'd just burst into laughter.<br />(The "mummy-daddy" thing was added in to stimulate the AnakMetro-ness of the conversation.)<br />I don't know about you.. But WHY do people call their beau "B"? I've never understood what it stood for - baby? babi? HAHAHAHA..<br /><br />Again, Sorry Aien. I miss you and your B lah. Catch up some time ok?<br /><br />(And.. No offence to "B" people... Do understand that all of us have different perceptions of many different things. I just happen to be one of those who never understood "B" as a title of affection for the significant other. The show "2 Kali 5 Dol" made it worse.)<br /><br /><br /><center>==========</center><br /><br /><br />I just realised something. <br />When we 'play stranger', we get quite composed and are able to follow through quite well. Once we start the role-plays involving caricature characters, we end up just giving up. I guess that's why they're caricature characters.<br /><br />But.. The best thing is.. When one of us does some nonsense, the other one picks up almost instantaneously.<br /><br /><br />Magic.<br /><br /><br /><br />---<br />Do you people do this too?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-hot-girlfriends-and-boyfriends_15.html"><-- Previous</a></div><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/dr-victor-frankenstein.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7852863703042525438?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-2212355310887464622009-03-15T23:02:00.004+08:002009-03-16T22:14:43.588+08:00Objectives of this post:<br />1) Random, takda kerja (actually banyak kerja)<br />2) To show the whole world Mimi action; matair lawa abeh tanak share (I share mine with him, so it's unfair.)<br /><br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0ZFRYwSdI/AAAAAAAABEk/j20pbHwnII4/s1600-h/mimi1.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0ZFRYwSdI/AAAAAAAABEk/j20pbHwnII4/s400/mimi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430713724324306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0arUkrdwI/AAAAAAAABEs/5rtB202Vpks/s1600-h/mimi2.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0arUkrdwI/AAAAAAAABEs/5rtB202Vpks/s400/mimi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313432466926302978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8v7ne2I/AAAAAAAABEM/IBNpRMNaVhU/s1600-h/mimi3.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8v7ne2I/AAAAAAAABEM/IBNpRMNaVhU/s400/mimi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430567304788834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8tK3__I/AAAAAAAABEA/HAR28BFwahg/s1600-h/mimi4.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8tK3__I/AAAAAAAABEA/HAR28BFwahg/s400/mimi4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430566563479538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8Y09ohI/AAAAAAAABD0/YG8K3Q0jab0/s1600-h/mimi5.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y8Y09ohI/AAAAAAAABD0/YG8K3Q0jab0/s400/mimi5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430561102864914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y7tGCHyI/AAAAAAAABDs/WPyjjXEd3Ys/s1600-h/mimi6.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sb0Y7tGCHyI/AAAAAAAABDs/WPyjjXEd3Ys/s400/mimi6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430549363302178" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/radziah-razali.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-flirts-and-false-pretense.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-221235531088746462?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-14214243185828925372009-03-15T12:50:00.017+08:002009-03-27T13:28:31.492+08:00<center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxjyhCa2jI/AAAAAAAABHE/owZuWHyS8Ds/s400/radz.jpg" width=300><br />Happy Birthday Sayang. (:<br /><br />It's been almost a decade of friendship, ups and downs.<br />I hope you forgive my sins towards you, and everything else.<br />You are the strongest woman, I've ever known my whole life.<br /><br />And you deserve much duly respect.<br /><br />I love you.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyLTtw90wI/AAAAAAAABCc/LIeqWDQuI70/s400/radz_me.jpg" width=300><br /><i>An old picture of us during Raya.. When my hair was long, and yours was short. And it's the other way round now. LOL.</i><br /><br /><br />======<br /><br />We were young and crazy...<br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyP7doDxBI/AAAAAAAABC0/u4SYsBAP4qU/s400/MRIgila.jpg" width=300><br />(I know it'd be cool if I got old TKGS photos eh. The kental moments.)<br /><br /><br />We have now grown old, and unfortunately, crazier.<br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyNJqayhwI/AAAAAAAABCs/aM4zA9Xiztw/s400/DSC02948_2.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><br />=======</center><br /><br /><em>She had a birthday chalet last night..<br />Went there with the boyfriend, Mimi and his girlfriend (I've never known how to spell her name - Faizah? Faezah? Faiezah?) Haa. Let's just call her Jambu. :D<br />Spent more time with Shikin and Ina though..<br />Sorry for 'abandoning' you guys. I'll make it up by planning another double date ok?<br /><br /><strike>Pictures will be up when I've gotten them :S<br /><br />...<br /><br />I BROUGHT MY CAMERA!<br /><br />but I left it in the car. (I parked pretty far out)<br /><br />I know.<br /><br />Another instance of MBM (Marlia's Bengap Moments).</em></strike><br /><br /><br /><center>Click for link to album:<br /><br /><a href="http://ailram.shutterfly.com/1064" target="blank"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxNh1H2gVI/AAAAAAAABFs/dM_vYGuEqzE/s400/IMG_9324.JPG" width=300></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/alarming-concerns.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-hot-girlfriends-and-boyfriends_15.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1421424318582892537?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-60306370934410826512009-03-12T00:46:00.015+08:002009-03-15T13:24:16.684+08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Okay. So I got the pictures.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGO__EUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/-QaSAJQt17Y/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGO__EUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/-QaSAJQt17Y/s400/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269252642591378" /></a><br />Panel for the session<br />From left: Dr Faishal, Dr Yaacob Ibrahim, Mdm Halimah Yacob, Mr Zainudin Nordin<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBs7wHRI/AAAAAAAABBc/H41FdpMRJ18/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBs7wHRI/AAAAAAAABBc/H41FdpMRJ18/s400/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269024190110994" /></a><br />Dr Faishal and Dr Yaacob<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOqJF-vI/AAAAAAAABB8/dvOnwPcHkcg/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOqJF-vI/AAAAAAAABB8/dvOnwPcHkcg/s400/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269246779063026" /></a><br />Mdm Halimah, our Alpha Female<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOqPtqlI/AAAAAAAABB0/n2RbtQ7eUHU/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOqPtqlI/AAAAAAAABB0/n2RbtQ7eUHU/s400/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269246806829650" /></a><br />Irah and Am<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOeaq-dI/AAAAAAAABBs/_STghnGs_k0/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGOeaq-dI/AAAAAAAABBs/_STghnGs_k0/s400/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269243631565266" /></a><br />A random shot of the room, I believe<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBvwIMOI/AAAAAAAABBk/WiZ2_tiorYk/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBvwIMOI/AAAAAAAABBk/WiZ2_tiorYk/s400/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269024946663650" /></a><br />No idea what I was doing, and why they caught it on camera<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBYhSbmI/AAAAAAAABBU/h11xiAPm2O8/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBYhSbmI/AAAAAAAABBU/h11xiAPm2O8/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269018710404706" /></a><br />Am, Faqee, Nad<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBQwZwzI/AAAAAAAABBM/Jj1c1LCnu6c/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBQwZwzI/AAAAAAAABBM/Jj1c1LCnu6c/s400/DSC01599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269016626316082" /></a><br />Adriyanni Amelyus, Md Omar Sharif<br />(You might want to remember these names.) :P<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBbqGnAI/AAAAAAAABBE/bUc0uZB14tQ/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbyGBbqGnAI/AAAAAAAABBE/bUc0uZB14tQ/s400/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269019552685058" /></a><br />Ida, Fatin, Azmil<br />(Azmil got into an accident, and had like a full month of MC; he got rid of the crutches, and is now riding again already. Haa. So fast. <br />He has such a kind heart that when the Apek Taxi crashed into HIM, HE was the one stumbling to ask if the apek was ok. NEVER MIND the fact that half of his shoe was gone and he was bleeding crazily.<br />But after all the surgery, he was more worried about having ugly toes, rather than whether he could walk again -.-")<br /></center><br /><br /><br />===<br /><br />**I was browsing through my phone pictures, and I didn't realise there were photos of the event. They're not very clear though. These 2 were during the informal mingling at the Reception with Mdm Halimah. The other pictures at the dialogue itself are taken by other people, and knowing the "Nanti aku send kau" syndrome usually ends up in the "receiving" party not getting them.. I don't know if I'll ever get them. Haa.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbpcerRbGsI/AAAAAAAABA8/_IMTDTPTsv8/s1600-h/Photo0240.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbpcerRbGsI/AAAAAAAABA8/_IMTDTPTsv8/s400/Photo0240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660392518556354" /></a><br />Mdm Halimah responding to someone's query<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbpceKiwOeI/AAAAAAAABA0/4TggIgHcAow/s1600-h/Photo0241.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbpceKiwOeI/AAAAAAAABA0/4TggIgHcAow/s400/Photo0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660383732873698" /></a><br />From left: Faqeehah, Adri, Ida, myself, Fatin <br />Notice the whole circle's made of girls? Haa. Mdm Halimah and us were exchanging female chauvinist views. LOL. </center><br /><br />Later, Ohms whispered, "Ni, semua perempuan sebab lelaki not invited eh?" <br />Then we said "Yeah" and laughed. <br />But he invited (selit-ed) himself in anyway. And actually joined in the conversation.<br />That's Md Omar Sharif for you.</span><br /><br /><center>========</center><br /><br />I just got home from a dialogue session with Dr Yaacob Ibrahim (Minister for Environment and Water Resources) and 3 other Malay MPs.<br /><br />As usual, my mom asked if it was gonna be live in the news. -.-" (She's like that. She asks the same question whenever I have dialogue sessions to attend, be it with the PM, or other Grassroots' leaders.)<br /><br />I got quite feisty after the whole dialogue session, in the car while sending Am, Irah and Fatin home. <br /><br />It's not so much about how the minister or MPs can get quite defensive, but more so on the paradigms and trajectories of certain individuals within the Malay undergrad community.<br /><br />I didn't get to go up to the mic, because I can safely tell you, that some people hogged the mic and beat around the bush when they could've summed up their points in 2 statements (I did that for Adri because she couldn't get the fella's point), and also because people were aggressive in making their voices heard. (It dragged on til almost 11 pm because of the crazy fights for the mic.)<br /><br />Adri managed to talk about the fate of Malay women in leadership positions, <br />Hazi managed to talk about the framing of certain problems as "the Malay problem" and therefore seeing ourselves as a problematic community, <br />Ohms managed to talk about the bipolarism between the elite and the community (dissociation - wanting to extract themselves from community, because they just don't want to be classified together with "the problematic community"), <br />Nad got to talk about the plight of singles as a family unit. <br />Etc.<br />Etc.<br />Etc.<br /><br />Alright. Any issue addressing society.. I'm cool with that.<br /><br />BUT. When people start talking about things that are IRRELEVANT to society, I go "WTH are you talking about?" <br />"What's your point?"<br /><br />And people brought out INVALID arguments; flawed and filled with fallacies.<br /><br />Once you start looking at problems in a microcosm, individualising things without context, I can safely say, your point.. is out of point.<br /><br />Adri's concern after the whole thing ended was the problem of <b>radicalism.</b><br />And my concern is similar. <br />At times, the trajectory of certain individuals can become so skewed towards individualising issues.<br />I got fkin scared, I swear.<br />If there are STILL people having paradigms like this, we will NEVER move forward, as a community.<br /><br />I got to talk to Mdm Halimah Yaacob, during the informal mingling session before the dialogue started proper, and addressed a few issues, mainly on the early marriage phenomenon. (I have my own theories on this, but that would be for another day.)<br /><br />She is one helluva empowered woman. When Adri said that, I JUST had to say "TKGS mah." LOL. And all of a sudden I felt so proud of my alma mater. <span style="font-style:italic;">Moribus Modestus. </span>Ahah. She rolled her eyes at me. But on a serious note, Adri felt that Mdm Halimah was lucky to have a very supportive husband (as opposed to husbands who would want their wives to stay home and take care of the kids.) <br /><br />Well, I told her, now since girls have more power and more say, you can always set a term to your relationships; "If you're gonna marry me, let me do what I do best." HAHAHA. <br /><br />-shrugs- But seriously. If a man is going to be an impediment to your moving forward as a representative of an empowered Malay Female, I don't see why you're in that relationship in the first place. Because I've always believed in a support system in ANY form of relationship you're in. <span style="font-style:italic;">(On that note, Thank you baby.)</span><br /><br /><br />And after the whole dialogue session, I concluded this:<br />We need to undergo a paradigm shift.<br /><br />But HOW do we do this exactly?<br /><br />Since media is most quoted as an institution that shapes and influences the minds of society, I believe the media can be a vehicle in achieving this.<br /><br />For a start, they can start by non-sensationalising the crimes and social problems of the Working Classes as THE MALAY PROBLEM. Because really, it is a class problem, not a cultural problem. Once you see it as a CULTURAL PROBLEM, that's where we come full circle. A vicious cycle.<br /><br />This is very abrupt because I need to sleep.<br />And I need to sleep off all the angst.<br />I'll talk about this again when I'm more level-headed and less emotional.<br /><br />Good night all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />//And for some reason, I THOUGHT I saw Adri sitting at Mdm Halimah's place, and Ohms at Dr Yaacob's place. Serious. Tak bedek. We'll see if my prediction goes more or less right. I have a friend who predicted that I would go into politics, just by observing how I manoeuvre myself as a host. I swore I laughed at his face.<br />But then again.........<br /><br />//Talking about Malays and education, how did people you know do for A levels? Let me know if I'll see any of them in NUS. I promise to take good care of them (:<br /><br />My tutee SMSed me the day of the results and said:<br /><i>"hi kak i got an A for malay. thanks a lot for your help and guidance all this while! God bless!"</i><br />And really, that simple SMS made my day.<br /><br /><b>JANGAN</b> perlekehkan Bahasa.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-marley-and-friends.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/radziah-razali.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-6030637093441082651?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-70632812648589591512009-03-10T21:23:00.019+08:002009-03-12T01:26:14.194+08:00Ohm's favourite phrase happens to be:<br />"ni lah. belajar tinggi-tinggi, bodoh tingkat-tingkat."<br />(with reference to us, his fellow NUS undergraduates, whenever we are caught in situations that would deem us to be bodoh, bengap, kental, and the like.)<br /><br />I've recently learnt to adopt that phrase, but I replaced "bodoh" with "bengap". "Bengap" seems like a more innocuous term as compared to "bodoh". "Bodoh" is so.. in your face. Cannot call people "bodoh". Not nice. =(<br /><br />Many a time, I've written about my bengap moments, much to your amazement/amusement. Amazed because, maybe, you don't know me well enough to know what kind of <span style="font-style:italic;">bengapity</span> I am capable of, and amused because, you take it as a given.<br /><br />I've talked about times when I wanted to "tap" into my house using my EZ-Link back in GP times, about times I wanted to open my house gate using my car key (pressing "door open" button), about times I needed to do simple calculations on the phone calculator and still get it wrong.. Etc. <br /><br />And those times, I've gotten a guffaw of HAHAHA MARLIA KENTAL from you, my friends, in my comment box.<br />Well, yes.. You remember now, don't you. Because I clearly remember asking myself why I put myself through such embarrassment after talking about it.<br /><br />Well, here's another.<br />About the Jason Mraz concert I talked about the other day (Click a few "previouses" if you missed it. I lazy to backlink.), you should probably know that I went with one of my school mates. (He was the one who won the free tickets, if you wanted to know how I got them free.) And the phone conversation the previous day went like this:<br /><br /><em>"Are you going home first or going straight from school?"</em><br />"I think I should be going from school.."<br /><em>"And you're driving?"</em><br />"Yeah."<br /><em>"... Abeh pergi dua kereta?! Jangan kelakar ah Marlia!"</em><br />"Then how.. I go back home to send the car? I am NOT going out of the house at 8 freaking am and take bus-train-bus to school."<br /><br />And after much negotiation, I relented. <br />So I went public to school on the day I was watching the concert.<br /><br />So where's the bengap moment, you ask?<br /><br />Ah.<br />Because of the fact that I have not much use for my EZ Link, I don't have the habit of taking it out of the wallet - but I do have the habit of taking out my matriculation card to enter the library.<br /><br />So when I got up the bus that fateful morning, I confidently tapped my matric card. And stood there, wondering why there wasn't a "tetet".<br /><br />And I confidently tapped it again.<br /><br />Here's where the bus driver looked at me. BUT before he could say anything, I took out the correct card to tap in. Yay, Marlia.<br /><br />But at least not that bad ah. Both those cards look almost alike.<br /> <br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbZxpO2BLaI/AAAAAAAABAs/S7EUYlrr2i8/s400/Photo0239.jpg" width=400></center><br /><br />No?<br /><br />Okok.. But it's not as if I tapped in using my cashcard ke.. My ATM card ke.. Driver's license ke.. IC ke.. kan? So tak bengap sangat lah... kan?<br /><br />Daripada orang-orang yang slow dapat joke? Tsk. How can anyone NOT get my jokes? I'm a very funny person.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbZxoySx-TI/AAAAAAAABAc/JH3rHffQJIo/s1600-h/bob+marley.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbZxoySx-TI/AAAAAAAABAc/JH3rHffQJIo/s400/bob+marley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557756039330098" /></a><br /><br />You might not have gotten the first part, which is perfectly fine, cos eusoff hall is a carpark in NUS, and I drive a ford focus - if you didn't know these, you wouldn't have gotten it.<br /><br />BUT you would have gotten the punch line at the end kan?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbZxpLn0xiI/AAAAAAAABAk/86azExRK2Ts/s1600-h/bob+marley2.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbZxpLn0xiI/AAAAAAAABAk/86azExRK2Ts/s400/bob+marley2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557762838480418" /></a><br /><br />Not this guy. Puns/jokes aren't puns/jokes if they need to be explained. -.-"</center><br /><br />Belajar tinggi-tinggi, bengap tingkat-tingkat.<br /><br />Tsk. Ni lah budak-budak engin. Only having a one-track mind.<br />And I keep making engin jokes.<br />But there was once I made an engin joke, and the boyfriend said that he was offended.<br /><br />I actually FORGOT that he was from the engin track. Haa. Maybe it's cos he's too artsy for an engin person? And also because maybe his career has nothing to do with engineering. But I think it's more of the former. He's too artsy. LOL.<br /><br />I'm sorry, I'm biased like that.<br />Medicine people, engineering people, science people, math people.. I don't know.. They're just very.. rigid? Too literal?<br /><br />-tries to duck from the flying slippers and rotten tomatoes-<br /><br />Sabar, sabar. Jangan tension.<br /><br />I know. I shouldn't generalise or essentialise, due to the fact that I'm a social scientist. Of all people, <i>I</i> should know better than to stereotype.<br /><br />Haha.. I have to acknowledge exceptions.. In fact, I know a lot of people in "rigid" fields who are quite "bendable" and fluid (even more than some Arts people I know).<br /><br />(:<br /><br />-hands you back your slippers-<br />Abeh tomato-tomato ni semua, siapa nak clean?<br /><br /><br />Tsk. Violent ah korang.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />// And I told the boyfriend, he won't be an "engin" person anymore once he gets his Bachelor of Arts. I'm willing to erase his "engin" history then. :P<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/hayati-lirik-dan-lagu-ini.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/alarming-concerns.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7063281264858959151?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-6393917573430223912009-03-08T22:43:00.019+08:002009-03-10T22:32:22.948+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">KAU YANG PUNYA</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sx1Mb6evec4&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sx1Mb6evec4&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2437006900_007874f938.jpg?v=0" width=300></center><br /><br />Heard this over the radio some time back. The fusion twist is exceptionally superb in this instance, yeah? Beautiful.<br /><br />It took me ages to track the song down, because I did not manage to catch the title, nor the artist.<br /><br />It attracted me because<br />1) There's Jazz being commercialised in the Malay market (Loves the girl's vox)<br />2) The lyrics are meaningful, to me, to you, to us.. I believe, to every single one of us.<br /><br />And since the boyfriend and I love Jazz (and basically appreciate good music), and the lyrics are particularly meaningful...<br /><br /><br />Baby, this is for you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SbPecGmwLyI/AAAAAAAABAU/65cQk5N5rvI/s400/ringbw.jpg" width=300><br /><i>Very soon...</i></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>=========<br />"......<br />dengar cerita lagi, dah jenuh berkali-kali<br />komplikasi dalam komunikasi jadi konfrontasi<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">mulut orang perosak reputasi, pembunuh motivasi<br />mereka pakar fabrikasi, modifikasi</span><br />di depan senyum, belakang dengki<br />yang cemburu mungkin teman kita sendiri<br />siapa tahu?<br />peduli, kita dah semuanya bersama<br />dah senang bersama, dah susah pun bersama<br />ketawa bersama, menangis bersama<br />kubersumpah harap kita mati pun bersama<br />ke akhirnya"</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-you.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-marley-and-friends.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-639391757343022391?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-8255908374164141942009-03-06T23:33:00.011+08:002009-03-08T23:17:27.252+08:00<center><i>Take two steps forward and get close.<br />I'd take another two to get closer.<br />You're trying very hard to be a venom.<br />But you haven't met this tumultuous match.<br />So go on.<br />And you'll cry trying.<br /><br />You know who you are.<br />Cos I'm looking <br /><br /><img src="http://th01.deviantart.com/fs37/300W/i/2008/279/b/f/Stare_II_by_Sugargrl14.jpg" width=250><br /><br />right at you.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am peeved, <br />by your very existence.<br /></center></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/dudududu.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/hayati-lirik-dan-lagu-ini.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-825590837416414194?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-39458456919150578072009-03-06T22:22:00.012+08:002009-03-07T08:52:40.988+08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Him: I might be able to get a house by June..</span><br /><br />Her: Oh okay... Where?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: Is Tanah Merah ok?</span><br /><br />Her: (wonders why Tanah Merah and not anywhere else)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: It has 10 rooms and 3 storeys</span><br /><br />Her: Haa?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: It's a landed property house.</span><br /><br />Her: ............. And how are we gonna pay for <i>THAT</i>??<br /><br /><br /><center>=========</center><br /><br /><br />Son: About my house...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Dad: You can have the 3-storey house that I've been eyeing for..</span><br /><br />Son: How come? And how am I going to pay for that?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Dad: I'm very sure you and her are going to make it [big]..</span><br /><br />Son: ......<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Dad: I like her a lot. Promise me you'll marry her..</span><br /><br />Son: I will, Dad. (:<br /><br /><br /><center>=========</center><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: But I'm not sure if I want to take it up.</span><br /><br />Her: Seems too good to be true<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: Yeah. There's a catch.. My parents are gonna live with us.</span><br /><br />Her: Hahaha.. I knew it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him: I'd rather start off with a 5-room flat to have my own privacy,</span> and then <span style="font-style:italic;">get the private home later in life..</span><br /><br />Her: Hahaha.. True. Then there's no purpose of "moving out" of your parents' home, if they're gonna move out WITH you. Hahaha..<br /><br /><br /><center>=========</center><br /><br /><br />Moving out would both symbolically and literally mean the boy's all grown up.... Awww...<br /><br />Am very excited for him.<br /><br />(Nak decorate! Nak decorate! -gets paintbuckets and paintbrushes ready-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Oh. Take me to see your condo too. Then maybe we can go visit Dy. Hee.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-your-revenge.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-you.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3945845691915057807?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-11690301566225499852009-03-06T20:58:00.008+08:002009-03-06T23:35:42.865+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">JASON MRAZ - SLEEPING TO DREAM</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8hNTa-B4JI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8hNTa-B4JI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />Stupid morning jams, from home all the way to every exit possible to NUS = late = tak payah pergi = sarapan<br />Class: 0830<br />0815 - Traffic watch says avoid Clementi Avenue 6, and there are massive jams at PIE towards Tuas, and at AYE, and there is an accident at Telok Blangah viaduct.<br /><br />(I believe some people are plotting revenge against me, by blocking out all my exits. Why? Ah.. Tu nanti aku cerita.)<br /><br />Chorus of "BAIIIIKKKK...." from both driver AND passenger after listening to traffic watch.<br />"Sumpah lambat siak."<br />"Dah ah Mar. Kau exit Eunos sudah. Kita gi minum teh."<br />(Still determined that we will make it, continues to fight on.)<br />At 8:30 - Di expressway - tapi tak express sangat. Lembabun.<br />At 9:00 - Reached campus - enters carpark <br />"How? Still nak go or what? Da setengah jam lambat."<br />"Aku lapar gila."<br />"Cheese Prata ah." <br />-Exits carpark-<br /><br />Quote of the day: "9 pagi, aku pergi Clementi, makan prata." (Am, 2009)<br /><br />IT'S A BLOODY RECORD.<br />I have NEVER, travelled from home to NUS, by car, taking 1 and a half bloody hours.<br />I am very upset. <br />I have never experienced this before.<br />Am came up with a theory saying that everyone woke up late today.. And enacts this:<br />"Eh? Belum Saturday?!" -rushes for work without bathing-<br /><br />Mungkin ah.<br />Atau mungkin semalam hantu2 ni semua pergi tengok Concert Jason Mraz lepas tu balik lambat, lepas tu macam terlupa ah besok kerja.<br /><br />Haa.<br /><br />People will kill me.<br /><br />Because I went for it for free. (I was seated at the 100-dollar seats)<br />And I'm not even a hardcore Mraz fan.<br />I heard the tix sold out in 4 hours.<br />Which also means that some die-hard fans did not manage to get the tickets.<br />Which then means that since this not-such-a-fan went instead of them, <br />I am liable to be burnt at stake.<br /><br />Yes. I see some of you die hard fans already starting to want to throw slippers at me, or maybe plot my murder when I am asleep.<br /><br />Haa.<br /><br />I think you'd kill me harder when I say that I wasn't really looking forward to it the whole week? Macam.. Malas pon ada.. (And here's where you go, "Bagi tiket kat aku pon cantik.")<br />And I didn't scream when he came out. <br />I felt out of place, with all these people in pseudo Mraz hats around me, and screaming girls.<br /><br />HAHAHA..<br /><br />Ok. Sumpah aku mintak kena bunuh.<br /><br />Bye.<br /><br /><br />But seriously.. He was great. His acoustic playing was superb. And the accompaniment - the sax, the BASSIST, the percussions. Woah. (Bassist dia buat bass solo aku cair.) And I realise the statement in Parantheses is weird, cos girls melt at guys' voices, not instruments. But, oh well. I'm weird like that.<br /><br />But what I REALLY couldn't stand, was this butch and her guy friend, dancing to songs un-dance-able, and going totally off-beat, yang macam, tak kena dengan lagu.. And if it can even be classified as dancing. I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or cry. I mean, other people were dancing too, but you know, dancing requires some form of rhythm, tempo.. Never mind. You should've seen them, these 2.<br /><br />So anyway. I didn't know half the songs he played, but some of the songs really swayed me; where you'd just imagine yourself chilling with close friends at some beach bar and live music playing. His songs are like, feel-good songs (:<br /><br />Aesthetically overall, I enjoyed the music.<br /><br />I heard that he plays all his songs differently at every concert, so in that sense, I appreciate him as an entertainer and as a musical idol worthy of having a large fan base. (He could really entertain.)<br /><br />And currently, I'm looking for songs that I don't know the titles, which isn't very easy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-y-affair.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/dudududu.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1169030156622549985?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-15036625101960282962009-03-03T22:17:00.001+08:002009-03-06T22:22:21.239+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">KATY PERRY - I KISSED A GIRL</font></strong></marquee> <object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAmuhvyiHig&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAmuhvyiHig&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br />I'm hooked to the song. And people around me are worried, and question my orientation. If you read on later you'd know why.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Thing is this. My hair grows fast. It's been.. 2 months? since I cut it.. Then now it's grown out. I didn't realise it until Fai said<br /><em>"Turn.."</em><br />"Huh?"<br /><em>"Turn your head.."</em><br />Haha.. I found the instruction weird, so I slowwwwly turned my head to the side..<br />Then he said <em>"Your hair da grow eh.."</em><br />Huda said "You've just met her a few days ago!"<br />Haha.. Then I told her that he was the first few people to have met me after I had my haircut, so he must have compared it then to the first time he saw it.<br /><br />Then I was telling them that I know my hair da grow.. (I can even tie it now. Tapi macam bunny tail.)<br />And I didn't know what I wanted to do with it. Either just let it grow back.. Or <br />"totally chop it off and spike it up. Change my style, and wear blings instead of earrings." And I made a totally butch face, which made Im say <br /><em>"...Are you Marlia?"</em> Then she continued to say <em>"You BETTER not turn lesbian."</em><br /><br />;)<br /><br />LOL. She had those ideas because I was talking about this mat-minah motor couple I saw earlier that day. But that "mat" was actually a girl, if you get my drift. Handsome ah. Can pass off as abang-abang lobs. Pardon the pun.<br /><br />---<br /><br />During late lunch with the NUS peeps Am, Nad, Fana, Irah, Faqee and Ohms, after **PP, we had a similar conversation, on hair.<br />Cos Am said "Eh. Your hair is growing out very nicely.."<br /><br />Then I repeated the "either grow it out or chop it off and spike it up" part.<br /><br />Then we were talking about TKGS days (Am, Irah and me were from TKGS).. How Am had waxed spiked up hair and "sideburns" that she was proud of.. Eh wait. That was TPJC times. Ok whatever. Haha..<br /><br />Then Irah also talked about the "sideburns" that she had back in TKGS.<br /><br />Then at the topic, we were laughing when Nad said that if Am still had her spiked hair, the hair would like tercacak out of her tudung cos it was too sharp. Hahahaha!!<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sak_lsB7opI/AAAAAAAAA_8/efmWtsX_JfU/s400/Photo0022.jpg" width=300><br />This is a recent picture of Am, trying on my shades.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Sak_mMlQQkI/AAAAAAAABAE/s8HWcdvYlVQ/s400/Photo0023.jpg" width=300><br />And this is Irah, with my shades as well. </center><br /><br />Then I randomly teringat about the "sideburns" "Eh! Aku pun! I had super short hair and sideburns sia!" HAHA.. <br /><br />---<br /><br />He asked me to grow my hair back. <br />I think he misses the very long hair.<br /><br />And he's very worried by the way.<br />He had images of me being taken away by another girl.<br />-.-" (which would totally burst a guy's ego)<br /><br />He was so paranoid that when we were out and we kept bumping into one lesbian couple after another, he actually exclaimed "Oh my God. IS THIS A SIGN?!?!"<br /><br />HAHAHA...<br /><br />Hysterical.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Kelakar lah korang ni semua..<br /><br />EVEN IF I were to turn bisexual or lesbian, I wouldn't go for a butch, cos ultimately, there ARE real guys out there, I don't need a pseudo guy. I would go for a really hot chick. But I'd stay a girl. Some people call it "lipstick lesbians" or something, but a friend said the term her lesbian community uses is "PL - Pure Lesbians".<br /><br />I wanted to question what was an "impure lesbian" then, but I decided not to even START the freakin conversation on lesbians.<br /><br />Alright. I'm making a lot of people feel very uneasy at this point. Hahaha.. So I shall end it here :)<br /><br />Good night. <br />And I hope you don't get nightmares.<br /><br /><br />// And talking about a hair-y affair, Syafiq Sani, you should get a mohawk. <br />Just for me to laugh at. Why's everyone asking you to get a Mullet? Don't like. :( Mullets are for budak-budak kecik, anak bapak2 rocker. Yeah \m/<br /><br /><br />--<br />(**Pesta Pantun finals turned out great. Madrasah Wak Tanjong won again, but hmm.. Some of us felt that Anderson JC should have won. But it's alright. Pemantun Terbaik was a girl from AJC.)<br /> <br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bluetooth-exchange-folder.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-your-revenge.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1503662510196028296?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-2462834021339585392009-02-28T19:50:00.006+08:002009-03-03T22:18:14.546+08:00This entry is dedicated to the pictures that I have gigibiru-ed from my phone to my notebook. I was going through the Bluetooth Exchange Folder and decided to just talk about random pictures.<br /><br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />First things first..<br /><br />Okay. You might blame it on the fact that I go public very rarely, or the fact that I'm ignorant..<br />But I don't really know the updates on what's going on in the public transportations sytems - aside from the fact that everybody is complaining about the fare hikes. <br /><br />(Which I understand, because due to the fact that I drive most of the time, I don't apply for concession on the EZ-Link. So I got a rude shock after experiencing the public transport fare hike.)<br /><br />So, during those rare times that I went public, I saw this:<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SaftiU9QAJI/AAAAAAAAA-0/DTFzsIJiScc/s400/Photo0144.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />This was my exclamation: "JOO KOON?! Where is joo koon? Tempat orang-orang jakun tinggal eh?"<br /><br /><em>"Hahaha.. I baru nak cakap the same thing."</em><br /><br />So, ironically or not, we two jakun people went to look at the board, and found out that Joo Koon is two stops after Boon Lay. <br /><br />And I've always had this mental image that Boon Lay is at the end of the world (as in Singapore world), so the cartoon image in my head about Joo Koon is that the people live in the sea.<br /><br />Bila masa eh ada Joo Koon station? <br />So now it's no longer <-- Pasir Ris, --> Boon Lay<br />It's now <-- Pasir Ris, --> Joo Koon.<br /><br />HAHA! Joo Koon. Sedara Yakun kaya toast agaknya.<br /><br />(And I didn't know there was a circle line as well. The yellow one.) I know. I kental =(<br /> <br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />OK, next.. Gambar from very long ago.<br /><br />When Dy got back to Singapore, she turned up at my door and gave me my belated birthday gifts. And this update is belated gila lah, considering the fact that my birthday was in January and it's turning March now.<br /><br /><center>She surprised me with this bouquet from behind her back. So cute!<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Safsc8c5JBI/AAAAAAAAA-c/VkI6jR49OsY/s400/Photo0043.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SaftiHrNKaI/AAAAAAAAA-s/OlbNGnG3UxQ/s400/Photo0047.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Safth7b7JCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/iO5rf2I5IhU/s400/Photo0046.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><br />And these are photos of a stone carving of my portrait. It was aesthetically well-done! Stone carving man! They actually chiselled my face into a stone piece!<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafscpnYT5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/OiXLMjycXoU/s400/Photo0042.jpg" width=300><br />Without flash<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafscqABmfI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8fXcqVQqN5g/s400/Photo0039.jpg" width=300><br />With flash</center><br /><br />People will automatically run their fingers over the surface when I show it to them. Haha.. Macam tak percaya kan it's carved. <br />Mai said <em>"Kak you look like a nigga"</em><br /><br />Yeahhh. Whadduppp..<br /><br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />So people know that I'm a food addict, and there's a peribahasa newly coined by me: <i>Di mana ada makanan, di situ ada Marlia</i><br /><br />And people know too that I always get random food cravings.<br /><br />So the latest one was sup tulang. Don't ask me how when why.<br /><br />So we ordered the $10 one from a stall at East Coast.<br /><br />Sekali datang berlambak!!<br /><br />I swear I was so full I almost puked. =(<br /><i>Kan orang tua-tua cakap, tak bagus makan sampai kenyang-kenyang...</i><br /><br />But I was satisfied cos I got my sup tulang. Haha.. MESSY though. Our fingers were superbly red after that, til the day after.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafwqifKPFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/h2tK48agP_0/s400/Photo0154.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafwqRm4Q7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/e96s1EVKHgs/s400/Photo0153.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafwqIJfWrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/qQ5_4MSojj4/s400/Photo0152.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Safti8NZd-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/ELA5TMW2FLU/s400/Photo0151.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />But the victim was him, cos it was a fear factor moment.<br />He tried eating the som-som that he doesn't usually eat. He gagged.<br />And he doesn't eat sup tulang outside, only those that his mom makes (no food coloring that stains your fingers)<br />Haha.. So cute. The extent that boys go for you. (:<br /><br />The thing is, I didn't force him.<br /><br />We were just deciding where to eat and he said, <em>"Let's go satisfy your craving."</em><br />When I said, "But you don't eat sup tulang outside"<br />He said, <em>"It's ok. I can eat something else"</em><br />But he ended up helping me finish the berlambak sup tulang that came.<br /><br />I think the Mama (as in big brother, not meant to be derogatory) likes him ah, that's why give a lot.<br /><br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />Mai got new specs from Levi's. It's really nice. I especially loved the denim casing.<br />So we were passing it around to test it.<br /><br />But the thing is, I have close-to-perfect vision, so my eyes hurt after wearing them.<br />So that was one of my many kental moments. <br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Saftiaqu_AI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6q5ZAxZ6Ty8/s400/Photo0148.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />My mom said it looked nice on me and asked me to get those glasses without degree, which Firah calls "plastics", cos her friends get those kind of glasses to avoid wearing goggles during lab. Haha.. Smart.<br /><br />(But I remembered that I had one of those in primary school - asked my dad to get, because I thought that I was weird since all my friends wore glasses and I didn't have to =( Sedih kan. Nak try be "in". HAHA. Orang yang pakai glasses tanak pakai, resort to lenses, orang tak payah pakai, nak pakai. Ni lah dunia.)<br /><br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />This is random, but I took a picture of Mai's development for her O level art. Her theme was on masks, and since Masquerade is rather overrated, she did on the Hazmat mask. Damn cool.<br />Found the shading good, but I felt that it could be better.<br />Ceh. Macam paham.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/Safwq0NEaOI/AAAAAAAAA_k/zJ3Fy1fViNs/s400/Photo0156.jpg" width=300><br />(You might want to tilt your head to the left. Tapi kalau tak nak takpe. Kita bilang aje.)</center><br /><br /><br /><center>=======</center><br /><br />The latest ones..<br />The boyfriend wanted to test the camera on his Renoir. So we've got..<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafscGKTx1I/AAAAAAAAA98/CL6Ne7iZL6o/s400/P26-02-09_17.15.JPG" width=300><br />Rayyan wrapped in my shawl<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SafscdbQucI/AAAAAAAAA-E/T33nSdLybfQ/s400/P26-02-09_17.17.JPG" width=300><br />"You look like a Cheena mom!" <br />-.-"<br /></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-sisters-are-sisters.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-y-affair.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-246283402133958539?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-90460535692091374022009-02-27T20:28:00.005+08:002009-02-28T20:45:40.000+08:00You would think that she's annoying, asking whether you're ok, and repeating over and over "Kak what happened" and saying "I'm your sister, you can tell me."<br /><br />But I kept silent, and pretended to sleep.<br /><br />Some time later, I texted her:<br />"Can you take the box from outside my window and throw it away?"<br /><br />She came into my room, looked out the window and asked,<br />"Are you sure?"<br /><br />As I stare into empty space, glassy-eyed, she opens the window and hauls the huge box in, and brings it out of the room.<br /><br /><br />When the day is about to end, she asked again, "Kak.. What happened?"<br /><br />And that was when things were fine.<br /><br />So she went out of my room, and came into the room a few seconds later, with the same box I told her to throw away, placed it in a corner and said,<br />"Kau ingat aku bodoh, nak buang benda ni semua?"<br /><br /><br />(:<br />And that was when I realised, why sisters were made to be sisters...<br /><br /><br />They mess your wardrobe, they misplace your things, even take them without permission, but ultimately, they are the ones who understand you most.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/internal-monologues-that-arent-so.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bluetooth-exchange-folder.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-9046053569209137402?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-60823767961991237432009-02-27T13:07:00.010+08:002009-02-27T20:52:17.107+08:00Upset. So maybe I may not even be going to <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-atnicnep-ines.html" target="blank">Piala Buluh Perindu 09.</a><br /><br />Because<br />1) Nobody said they wanna go<br />2) I haven't finished studying for Sexuality in Comparative Studies Mid Term test<br /><br />It's more on 1) actually because I don't know why I just can't get started on studying for the test, or doing any of my papers, for that matter.<br /><br />Such a loafer. <br />And avid procrastinator.<br /><br /><em>From this point upwards, you realise that it was totally off tangent to the entry's title. So from this point onwards, is where the relevance lie.</em><br /><br />OK, so everybody knows that I talk to myself yeah? I even have a label for my soliloquy.<br /><br />And I've also pointed out the fact that I <b><i>know</b></i> everyone else talks to themselves too.<br /><br />Some of your internal monologues run internally right? <br />Like, some formulated thing in your head. <br />But sometimes, it escapes your lips, and that's when you're seriously talking to yourself.<br /><br />Am was asking me this before, in the car.<br />"Mar, do you shout and scream in your car when you're alone? Because if I had a car, I would do that."<br />If you haven't known, Am is one of the most random people on Earth.<br /><br />I don't think I answered that, because I thought she was being random and weird. HAHA<br /><br />But I caught myself doing that a few times. <br />Caught myself takpe tau. Caught by some other people tu yang <em>memaluating</em>. <br /><br />No, there's no such word in Kamus Dewan. Just like <em>paisehfying</em> isn't as well. But both of them are synonyms in my dictionary. Just so you know.<br /><br />So I was singing to some song. <br />Macam, seriously singing along to some song that was playing on the radio. <br />It was at night, so I didn't think people would really bother looking in to other people's cars. <br />But I thought wrong. <br />Because when the traffic light turns red, people get bored, and start looking around.<br /><br />I can't remember when this was though. But it happened.<br /><br />So as I was happily singing along in my own world right, this abang motor in front of me decided to turn his head. And he caught me, in a full-fledged position of moving my lips when I am alone in the car. <br /><br />He gave me this weird look, but I decided to "step nothing happened". And he decided to turn two or three times again to make sure I wasn't nuts, right?<br /><br />But I think he concluded that I was, cos just as the lights turned green, he sped off. I tried chasing him to explain my situation, saying I wasn't as crazy as he thought I was? But that would make me appear as totally nuts, so I let him off.<br /><br />Well, not really. That didn't happen at all. He just sped off and I tried tailing him for the fun of it.<br /><br />No that didn't happen either.<br /><br />So moving on.<br /><br />That was one.<br /><br />Another time, I badly needed to pee.<br />And the car in front of me took like ages to park.<br /><br />And I went "CEPATLAH! AKU NAK KENCING!"<br />But I guess the fella didn't hear me.<br /><br />Come to think of it again, I didn't think I would want anyone to hear me.<br /><br />But yes. After he parked, I got myself a slot and ran off to pee.<br /><br /><br />Oh. The latest one.<br /><br />The night we were supposed to send Tengku off.<br />I was early.<br />So I decided to get the Straits Times to kill time. It was at night, mind you.<br />People read the papers first thing in the morning.<br />So technically, although it was that day's paper, I was reading basi news. <br /><br />And so, I took a seat and started reading the paper..<br />And this story caught my attention.<br />About how this female teacher, who is a mother of two, was arrested for having sex with her 15-year-old male student. (It was the first case in Singapore, apparently.)<br /><br />I was reading the full story and I accidently went "Serious kape!" or something along that line. Cos I just found it weird that this kid threatened to kill her and her family if she ended the relationship. So she turned herself in. <br />So drama.<br /><br />So the "serious kape!" that I said.. wasn't in my head.<br />I mean, it was MEANT to be an internal monologue, but it managed to escape my lips.<br /><br />Apparently the nerves in my brain weren't working as efficiently because I can see them going <br />"Eh! Eh! Ada message terlepas! Close the gates! Close the gates!"<br /><br />And the message went <br />"HAHA! Aku da escape! BYE!"<br /><br />And.. ya.<br /><br />So after that happened, I looked around to see if there were people..<br /><br />Then the closest person to me was this man, who was taking a nap. Then I was like "fooh.. nasib." (This one didn't come out. It stayed in the brain.)<br /><br />TETAPI. A few seconds later, he got up and left.<br /><br />So I was like "Shit. I woke him up. And he went away because he thought I was crazy."<br />(This stayed in the brain as well.)<br /><br /><br />But I assure you, that I am not, crazy. <br />And that, talking to yourself is absolutely normal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenage-love-affair.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-sisters-are-sisters.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-6082376796199123743?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-76435087666253892292009-02-25T14:33:00.018+08:002009-03-27T13:19:28.344+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">ALICIA KEYS - TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2YiRMQGVlY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2YiRMQGVlY&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br />There was a lot of hearts the past few days.<br /><br />On Friday night, I met up with the xLysians, and we went to Marina Barrage for a picnic. Not everyone was there. There were 11 people: Faris, Faris, Adi, Asyraf, Azfar, Sadiq, Huda, Tengku, Im, Kin, me. [attendance mesti mau amek.]<br /><br />Faris (WR) made lasagna! Sedap giler.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxcKzZ7qhI/AAAAAAAABF0/vNFmKWy3m9I/s400/a11.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />I brought chicken cheese cocktails (that they snacked on like jaws during the game).<br />I was gonna make dessert, but my dessert needed to be served cold, and I didn't have a cooler, so I didn't. <br />And I had to goreng keropok for my mom earlier that afternoon and I smelt like keropok, so I figured that I'm not gonna goreng extra keropok to bring along. Ahahaha..<br /><br />Then there was a cake, celebrating my (belated gila nya) birthday, and belated birthdays of Azfar and Fai, and farewell to Tengku (who left yesterday night).<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxcMaMRnII/AAAAAAAABGM/hVYIEUARF3k/s400/b13.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />So that was hearts.<br /><br />Yes. This is where you find the relevance of the conversation in <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/buku-muka.html" target="blank">[muka baru]</a><br /><br />I will upload pictures.. Soon. Either resize my own and upload them here, or... Get a.. facebook account.<br /><br />It was great, and had a lot of fun. SADIQ WAS THERE! Missed this fella. But Iqbal wasn't. Upset.<br /><br />Spent the whole night with them. Hearts. <3<br /><br />I drove the girls, Azfar drove the guys, and Sadiq bawak lori -.-" Not kidding. No idea where he got the pickup truck.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxcL4sstxI/AAAAAAAABGE/sFrFH33Yu5I/s400/b57.jpg" width=300><br />Sumpah macam road bapak kita.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxcM7tyJoI/AAAAAAAABGU/9xQtrUELE50/s400/b60.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />So we ate and.. Played child games.. Did you know that the wink murderer game had another version? The picit-picit tangan one? I didn't know seh! Until that night. <br /><br />It rocked.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxewcGsYMI/AAAAAAAABGc/fo_n_-mifj0/s400/a56.jpg" width=300><br />(This, will remain an inside joke.)</center><br /><br />Then we talked about past flings and stuff from primary school.. Laughed at each other and ourselves. <br /><br />I guess the great thing about this bunch of friends is that we're so colourful, and we don't really act our age around us. It's like.. this safety net that we get into everytime we meet, becoming 12 year olds again, (as opposed to our reality; 21) playing child games and ignoring the rest of the world. And how some of us really LIKE the fact that they're still "young"?<br /><br />Like how Adi absolutely LOVES the fact that he'd be the last to enter NS?<br /><br />It's like.. just with us, we somehow refuse to grow up. We're like.. Peterpan. Haha.. Ok never mind.<br /><br />So, as promised.. Pictures soon.<br /><br />--<br /><br /><font color=666666>Then Tuesday night, sent Tengku off. And she brought the whole world together. I'm serious.<br /><br />Met the xLysians first. Chilled and talked at Popeye's. <br /><br />Then went up to meet Tengku.<br /><br />But on the way, I saw Isk. <br />Shocked, I asked, "Eh.. What are you doing here?"<br />He said "Oh.. I'm sending a friend off to Australia."<br />"Oh! Me too.."<br />Then.. it struck me. "Eh wait. Are you sending Tengku Kamilia off?"<br />Bla bla bla.. Small world gila babi punya.<br /><br />At the spot Tengku was at.. It was like, a whole world reunion, I tell you.<br /><br />So the xLysians were both Farises, Huda, Im and me, and then I saw xTPJCians, Syafiq, Abbas, Yanto, Zaini..<br /><br />So there was like.. Loyang Primary people right. Then there were Hai Sing people (Yanto was from Hai Sing, so he knew Im and Huda), then there were the Damai people (Abbas, Syafiq and Zaini), and Syafiq was from Loyang as well. And then there was TPJC people - me, Abbas, Syafiq, Zaini, Yanto. <br /><br />And Tengku Adil was there (Tengku's brother).. who happened to be from TPJC as well.. He graduated some time before my batch came in..<br /><br />Sumpah kecoh.<br /><br />I went to Tengku and said "Giirrll.. You brought like, the whole world together.."<br /><br />I've never felt that happy in a long time.. I really missed these buggers, man.<br /><br />Of course, the guys made a fuss about my hair. But generally, they said I looked great with the new hair :D<br /><br />So we were catching up. And I'd be seeing Zaini and Syafiq and Yanto in campus (NUS), Zaini was going into NTU. And it dawned on me that I'd be in year 3, and they'd be freshies. haha!<br /><br />Catching up also includes people wanting to kill other people.<br /><br />Like when Feeq saw the car key that I hung with a Ford logo, he went "Focus eh?"<br /><br />I'm like "Yeeaa.."<br /><br />Then his eyes bulged and his hands were on the way to strangle me, while saying at the same time "Your own?"<br /><br />I backed away (for fear of being strangled in the middle of the airport) and said "Uhh.. No.. Technically not. I mean, it's my dad's.. But I get to monopolise it cos NUS is at the other end of the world."<br /><br />Ahah.<br /><br />I, on the other hand, almost choked Faris (Fai) cos he didn't tell me he had already changed his bike to a DRZ. He said he wanted to surprise me.. He thought I wasn't driving, and wanted to give me a lift home, and ta-da surprise! Ahah. Right. I asked him if he could reach his scrambler. And THAT was when he looked like he was gonna kill me.<br /><br /><br />I had to leave the commotion early... <br /><br />Said my goodbyes to EVERYONE (which took an awfully long time).. <br /><br />Oh! Tisha! Tengku's niece! Is SO ADORABLE! I came.. And she hugged my legs.. I was like.. Uh oh.. Anak siapa ni attack aku.. LOL. But when I asked for a goodbye kiss, tak dapat. Upset. Dapat high 5 jer.<br /><br />When I was about to leave, Feeq asked if I'm still using my number.. I said yeah. And Zaini shouted out my number. Gee, thanks bro. Let the whole terminal 3 know. But I smiled at the fact that he actually MEMORISED my number.<br /><br />So I left with my heart bursting with hearts. <3<br /><br /><br /><br />And that night, when I was about to sleep, I got a text from Feeq:<br /><br /><em>"Maya, for what it's worth, it was damn great seeing you. Love the hair.."</em><br /><br />Macam.. AWWWW KANNN.<br />And I told him he's the only one who calls me that still, besides family.<br /><br />And then he said <em>"(: btw, u may own a viper, tapi bila u get urself a u.s fender strat then you come talk to me k pumpkin."</em><br /><br />WAH.. I went "Bloody hell. You got yourself one."<br /><br />Then he replied with a smiley and said good night.<br /><br /><br /><br />God made the world small, for a reason.</font><br /><br /><br /><center><b>Some pictures, and the last one would have a link to the album.</b><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxexQIyquI/AAAAAAAABGs/qtD0o2u_TTo/s400/a28.jpg" width=300><br />Some of the boys<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxftMDrt3I/AAAAAAAABG8/1xBg741V2Rc/s400/a29.jpg" width=300><br />An attempted girls's shot, but the boys just HAD to ruin it.<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxcLtE0vRI/AAAAAAAABF8/VOm1fWaxS_8/s400/a17.jpg" width=300><br />Imaniah is notorious for being in EVERY SINGLE PICTURE, so it was epic when she was actually not in one of our group photos :p<br /><br /><a href="http://ailram.shutterfly.com/1093" target="blank"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ScxfsUKAulI/AAAAAAAABG0/AyPNItE3b8I/s400/b21.jpg" width=300></a><br />Ok. A full one. And a link to the album. (:</center><br /><br /><br />Do you realise something? Your 'age' would differ if you hang out with different groups of friends. I'm not kidding. <br /><br />Cos I just realised we all look oh so very young whenever we're together as ex Loyang Primary people. Still stuck in those days ah, probably...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-atnicnep-ines.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/internal-monologues-that-arent-so.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7643508766625389229?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-78350690826569879742009-02-25T13:08:00.009+08:002009-02-27T13:52:23.769+08:00<i>To all those people who hasn't figured out what my e-mail address meant;<br />this is for you.</i><br /><br />-romantic violin music plays in background but abruptly stops with a record scratch-<br />Ceh. Macam ada show abeh step dedicate lagu.<br /><br />So, anyway.<br /><br />There's Piala Buluh Perindu on the 1st of March, organised by Durbar Dua.<br /><br /><center>An annoyingly humorous advertisement, marketing their event.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HeP4mo5sCPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HeP4mo5sCPk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><i>Part aku takleh angkat is the random Avenged Sevenfold lagu in the middle when the "rangers" were gonna fight</i><br /><br /><br />I want to go.<br /><br />But there is NOBODY to go with. And I'm very sad.<br /><br />Yeah, I was in some dikir group.<br /><br /><em>Which?</em><br /><br />It was under Andir.<br /><br /><em>Andir Purba?</em><br /><br />Yeah. 22 Andir Purba. Mat Noor's batch. Go figure.<br /><br /><br />// Damn it. I just checked the website. Tickets are sold out.<br />And they added this: "Check black market kalau nak beli."<br /><br />HAHAHA.. Sumpah budak dikir merepek. Tu pasal aku macam gini.<br /><br /><br /><br />But I don't think it's really sold out though. Cos usually each participating group would be holding on to a number of tickets to sell to their supporters.<br /><br />I called Jom up asking if he was playing. (Oh. Nama dia actually Taufiq. Tapi kita panggil dia Jom pasal dia slalu cakap "Jom!") He's playing for Keris. (He was an ex-SK) He might be able to get me tix. But that was 2 nights ago.<br /><br />And check this. Satria Kirana sent in their team! Woah. Confirm exciting. I wanna see how this generation of SK fair, compared to those in my "generation" (i.e. Jom's generation) and the ones before. I've always thought that the SK boys were charming. LOL. (Ok fine. I'm biased because..)<br /><br />Wahana Deksu and SRW are playing too. (girls)<br /><br />So is Tumpat. Lol. I wonder if Hafiz is singing.<br /><br />And I wanna know whether the Panjy people from during my time are still playing for Panjy or if it's an entirely new batch of people.<br /><br />DAMN. The lineup is good. And I wanna go =(<br /><br />First I asked my ex Cenderawasih-ans.<br />Then ex Ayunan Dewi-ans.<br /><br />Satu2 busy. Work, boyfriends. Pending. Ticket berapa. Takde duit.<br /><br />AKU BELANJA K. TEMAN AKU TENGOK.<br /><br />Haiya.<br /><br />No more jiwa. So sad.<br /><br />HAHAHA. Ok kidding. People have lives.<br /><br />So, if anyone is going, let me know ok.<br /><br />If not, I'll stay home and "study", or probably cry and brood over it, listening to Dikir Temasek on the stereo, missing the good old rowdy juvenile times. HAHAHAHA "good old rowdy juvenile times".<br /><br />You might ask my role.<br /><br />I wrote lyrics for Cenderawasih, and I was awok as well.<br />Had my rebana-playing training then, under, -shudders- Herman.<br />But he's not as fierce as other abangs who'd like smack your hand if you played wrongly.<br />Cos they figured a guitar-player had good rhythm. Gee. They should have considered a drummer.<br /><br />I was supposed to be rebanist for Ayunan Dewi. But I've never really glued with them.<br /><br />So I'm more Cendz than anything else. Cepat guess why our name was Cenderawasih.<br /><br />Pasal Mat Noor nyanyi lagu Cenderawasih dalam Dikir Temasek! HAHAHAHA. K random.<br /><br />Ahh.. Rindu.<br /><br />I saw Abang Amil at TM once. He remembered me! And.. He still looks the same -.-"<br />Gosh. How old are they now.. I'm guessing they should have families already. Oh. Saw Atot too some time back. And yes, he remembered me too. Haha.. Talk about good memory. I didn't think they'd remember I existed.<br /><br /><br />**I talked about "my time" because I started out very young. So, the comparison would be across generations, and not age. Generally, budak dikir luar are relatively.. old. Haa.<br /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><br /><font color=666666>Enough about Dikir. Let's talk about dance now.<br /><br />I was supposed to dance for Ilsa Tari, and I feel bad because I keep turning Khalid down. =(<br /><br />But I do my best to support their performances. (Upcoming Ilsa performance: State of Emergency)<br /><br />My mom had always asked me to join tarian ever since I was young, cos she was a Sri Wana dancer before (under Som Said), but I was never interested. Cos I had this perception that tarian girls were mentel and minah. (I got that perception in primary school, seeing the dance girls there) But the interest came when I got older.<br /><br />But I was never a good dancer. But then again, I never thought I'm good at anything. Jack of all trades.<br /><br />Talking about Khalid, it brings me to another point.</font><br /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><br />I bumped into the Seni heads in school and they asked if Suhaila has called me up. (this was some time back)<br /><br />Then I said no. And I asked why.<br /><br />Then they said that they might need me to act to so-and-so's role.<br /><br />And I'm like.. uhh.. that's a significant role. And the reason why I didn't audition is cos I want like.. new people to shine. I've got my fair share when I was younger.<br /><br />Ceh. Step aku ni mana nya tua je nak give way to young people.<br /><br />Then I had to turn them down. =(<br /><br />I said "Asik2 muka aku jer.. Nanti orang jelak." Hahaha.. (My theatre performances date from 2003, and I'd be on stage every year, up til 2008).<br /><br />I felt that I should retire. Ahah.<br /><br />But joining established theatre production companies like Ekamatra and Teater Kami is something far-fetched, cos again, I never thought I'd make the cut. Which is true! I played lead only once, and I shuddered at that, when I looked back in time.<br /><br />(But the BEST theatre times was when I had to act alongside a very powerful cast. Of course, in that, my role was relatively small.)<br /><br />Out of interest and curiosity, I was asking how the production was coming along.<br /><br />Then they said that there was this girl who auditioned, who struck them as "very Marlia".<br /><br />I'm like.. "very me?"<br /><br /><em>"Yeah.. The way she brings herself.."</em><br /><br />"Uhh.. Okayy.."<br /><br /><em>"And.. She can act.."</em><br /><br />"Okay.. Good lah.."<br /><br />I expected something like she can play the guitar or something. But no.. Haha.. See. Nobody can be effectively me.<br /><br />Oh well. I have to check out this junior twin of mine, roaming around NUS, and I am not aware of. I feel so scared all of a sudden. It's like, meeting a clone.<br /><br /><br />--<br /><br /><br /><font color=666666>I miss the stage already.<br /><br />And I miss writing.<br /><br />I had this collection of "Karyaku". It's collecting dust.<br />Only because when I read back what I wrote, I felt that I was too gag-gingly jiwang.<br /><br />Haha. "Karyaku" has evolved from gaggingly jiwang romance to societal issues.<br />I questioned the role of the Malay youths in today's society once, and I talked about missed opportunities in another.<br /><br />Dah mature lah tu konon.<br /><br />Suuudahlah..<br /><br />-slaps face with trout-</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/buku-muka.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenage-love-affair.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7835069082656987974?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-44100587093119276502009-02-25T12:46:00.005+08:002009-02-27T13:52:56.824+08:00<em>"Babe. Have you uploaded the pics?"</em><br /><br />"No I haven't. I've been out the whole of Friday and Saturday.. Do you have facebook?"<br /><br /><em>"Er. No.."</em><br /><br />"You should. I'll upload the pics there then I'll tag you."<br /><br /><br />After that, I was passing Kin the pics from my camera, but telling her that Tengku hasn't given me hers, and that she'll be uploading them on facebook. But the problem is, I don't have a facebook account.<br /><br />Then Shikin laughed and said that I should.<br /><br /><br />The keyword here is <b>should</b>, people.<br /><br />Like, I <b>should</b> be studying instead of eating.<br />I <b>should</b> be playing the guitar instead of loafing.<br /><strike>I <b>should</b> be a straight girl instead of being a lesbian.</strike><br /><br /><em>"Should" is most commonly used to make recommendations or give advice. It can also be used to express obligation as well as expectation. (English Page, http://www.englishpage.com/modals/should.html, 2009)</em><br /><br />I would stress on <strong><em>"expressing obligation as well as expectation".</em></strong><br /><br />I'm OBLIGED to and EXPECTED to get a facebook account, because everyone has them.<br /><br />Gee.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I'm not attacking Tengku and/or Shikin or anyone else for that matter. I'm just expressing my plight of being pressurised, from every angle, into getting one.<br /><br /><br />Everybody, from everywhere (NUS people, over lunch, over whatever..) is talking about how I should get facebook yeah?<br /><br />Because they have all been tagging me from their pictures, saying "Marlia, get a facebook."<br /><br />Wah.<br /><br />The stress and pressure to get a facebook account is too overwhelming.<br /><br />And I don't even KNOW what they mean by they've been "tagging me".<br /><br />I feel like a dog, being tagged.<br /><br />That brings me to another point.<br /><br /><br />Tagged.<br /><br />People have been tagging me on Tagged.<br /><br />I don't even know I have a friggin Tagged account.<br /><br />That's because.. I DON'T.<br /><br />But I'm getting all these emails from Tagged.<br /><br />It's annoying.<br /><br />The feel I get on the ground about Tagged, is, it's a place where girls make the first move of getting to know guys.<br />I don't know. Or maybe because I just collected one-sided evidence from guys on Tagged.<br /><br />Ok whatever.<br /><br /><br />So, I'm supposed to get a facebook account in order to get my pictures.<br /><br />That is a very, very shrewd way of making sure I get a facebook account, people. Very, very shrewd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like shrewd people.<br /><em>My</em> kind of people.<br /><br /><br />... Yeah.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/kittens-inspired-by-kittens.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-atnicnep-ines.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4410058709311927650?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-85123946631947075432009-02-22T16:13:00.004+08:002009-02-27T13:53:05.311+08:00<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />...If you need to know...<br />I'm like that..<br /><br />Still.<br /><br />(esp. at 0:51-0:59)<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/buku-muka.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-8512394663194707543?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-8480544407100827782009-02-22T14:55:00.012+08:002009-02-22T16:14:57.808+08:00I'll be uploading on the crazy week in a while.<br />But first.<br />I need to know what you guys think of this new girl.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_R0rXl6fRw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_R0rXl6fRw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />How did I come across the video?<br />Well. It's basically cos Yaz composed it.<br />WHO is Yaz?<br />Talked about him before; in <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lelaki-baru_09.html" target="blank">[here]</a> and <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/05/merah-red.html" target="blank">[here]</a><br /><br />The guitars were very Yaz.<br />But it sounds kinda fresh, because it's the first time I hear a song by him, sang by a girl. (not counting Hirliana's feature in Sampai Di Sini.)<br />Basically, it's the first time I can't superimpose Hafiz's voice to the song.<br />Or maybe I can.<br />But I should stop conflicting my own theories.<br />So I'd say I can't superimpose Hafiz's voice.<br /><br />Alright.<br /><br />And she's 18 by the way. Wait. 1990.. Meaning.. Turning 19 soon.<br /><br />And how do I know her age?<br /><br />Oh. Cos I was curious to know who she was.. Cos it's like "Siapa sia Tengku Nur Lela?" (I'm not the only one who came out with this line. Firah said the same thing too when I showed her the video) - I mean.. Tak pernah dengar kan?<br /><br />So.. I googled her. And found some blogs and stuff.<br /><br />Haha.. <br /><br />Don't <em><strong>you</strong></em> google random stuff too?<br /><br />I <b>know</b> you google your own name to see what comes up.<br />Don't think I don't know.<br /><br />I got crystal ball.<br /><br /><br />//So anyway. I sent the link to a musician friend. He doesn't think she can "really make it" cos her vox are shaky; and that the only way she might be able to climb up is because she knows the right contacts (and perhaps have the resources i.e. money).<br /><br />But if you go along the theory of the industry being rather superficial, then she might make it with her looks and not bad voice..<br /><br />But someone else thinks she's quite good.<br /><br />And someone else thinks she's "just okay".<br /><br />Your thoughts?<br /><br />Actually, why I was gathering thoughts on her is cos.. I don't know. I can't put my finger on my own position - like, it's iffy; whether she's really good or not. She's just one of those who are not as 'wow-ing', but at the same time, she's okay.. but.. you know what I mean. I'm just confused. Yup.<br /><br />But one thing's for sure ah. She definitely sings better than me :P<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper-and-pen-vs-keyboard.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/kittens-inspired-by-kittens.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-848054440710082778?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-58641416727332196172009-02-19T22:36:00.017+08:002009-02-27T13:53:37.688+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">CHRIS DAUGHTRY - WHAT ABOUT NOW</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3jQdyApgjI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x3jQdyApgjI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />I've come up with a theory.<br /><br />(So what else is new)<br /><br />My theory is this.<br />Ballpoint pen = lack of attentiveness in lecture<br />(I hate ballpoint pens, for some reason.)<br />Coupled with the fact that it was a hot Thursday afternoon and that you haven't eaten, and Prof's voice seemed to be more droning than charismatic..<br />You'll get..<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvSy9jpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/901Da3aq5bo/s1600-h/Photo0139.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvSy9jpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/901Da3aq5bo/s400/Photo0139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518794402434706" /></a><br />Hearts.. Shot through from different angles...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvTVmiEI/AAAAAAAAA9U/zrpi01xF2tI/s1600-h/Photo0138.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvTVmiEI/AAAAAAAAA9U/zrpi01xF2tI/s400/Photo0138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518794547726402" /></a><br />Sky.. With birds and thunderclouds tak menjadi...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvpv0_-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZB71_VM5tx0/s1600-h/Photo0137.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvpv0_-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZB71_VM5tx0/s400/Photo0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518800563306466" /></a><br />3D objects..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvvoV_bI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K6Mufk9CK2s/s1600-h/Photo0136.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vvvoV_bI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K6Mufk9CK2s/s400/Photo0136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518802142526898" /></a><br />Different fonts and styles.. And lalat..</center><br /><br />Anything BUT lecture notes.<br /><br />So, I need to re-write my lecture notes yeah?<br />But I came across this problem, which I need help with.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vv3_mX8I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Tpz1VRCwLdk/s1600-h/Photo0135.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1vv3_mX8I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Tpz1VRCwLdk/s400/Photo0135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304518804387553218" /></a></center><br /><br />I realised that I totally FELL ASLEEP, and I had no idea what I was writing.<br />The best part is, I fell asleep, but my hand, apparently, was still scribbling something.<br /><br /><font color=red>The FIRST person who is able to decipher this for me, I will belanja makan. <br />I tak bedek you.<br />I will belanja you makan.</font><br />Maybe you'd need context to help you decipher that.<br />It was <i>Gender in Malay societies</i> module.<br /><br />Helpful?<br /><br />Not really..?<br /><br />Yeah, I figured.<br /><br /><br />But upon deconstructing my theory, I realise the flaws, and MAYBE, it's not the ballpoint pen's fault after all.<br /><br />Because, I remembered that I used a ballpoint pen for my Social Psychology lectures, and my lecture notes were full (full of lecture notes relevant to lecture, not drawings and scribblings of nonsense).<br /><br />So the theory can't hold.<br /><br />On the other hand, if I bring in my laptop for lectures, I'd get very <b>full, coherent, meaty</b> lecture notes:<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz4iVD9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/M3S1qisGUSo/s1600-h/1.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz4iVD9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/M3S1qisGUSo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304517773741068242" /></a><br />Ada highlights..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz3kjwkI/AAAAAAAAA88/VfO5oiXHN4U/s1600-h/2.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz3kjwkI/AAAAAAAAA88/VfO5oiXHN4U/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304517773481984578" /></a><br />Ada boxes..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz72omBI/AAAAAAAAA80/V26E9EqMMPM/s1600-h/3.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uz72omBI/AAAAAAAAA80/V26E9EqMMPM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304517774631540754" /></a><br />Ada diagrams..</center><br /><br />Those were from the last Crime and Deviance lecture (Sociology of Deviance).<br /><br /><br />TETAPI! In another lecture (Social Thought and Theory), with that relatively good-looking Russian prof with his thick Russian accent talking about Marx, for 3 consecutive weeks - I can safely say that in those accumulated 6 hours, I <b>chatted and surfed</b> more than anything. <br />Sumpah aku tak faham satu benda haram. Apa lagi benda halal.<br /><br />So, this theory can't hold either.<br /><br />Ah...<br /><br />I know.<br /><br />The theory is simple.<br /><br />In lectures I enjoy, I pay attention.<br />Haha!<br /><br />DUH, MARLIA.<br /><br />Tu tak payah theory.<br /><br />Seriously? I enjoyed Crime and Deviance lecture SO MUCH, that when people were falling asleep, I just DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY. And I was happily smiling and nodding and typing (If I were in your lecture, and you saw me doing this, I know you'd go: "SIALLAH. GILA!")<br /><br />And I was actually disappointed that lecture had to end.<br /><br />So most probably, I'd be a criminologist.<br /><br />Oh. And this, I have to clarify. Because the wide assumption that I get on the ground when I said I wanted to be a criminologist, is that they think that I'd be WITH the law. <br />But the reality of it is.. Criminologists, don't necessarily LIKE/AGREE with the law. We actually appreciate criminals and deviants, and we believe that prisons and rehabs are institutions that in actual fact, DON'T work. It's not as simple as us being AGAINST them or anything, but we're definitely CRITICAL of them.<br /><br />i.e. Criminologists ARE NOT law-enforcers. But we would/may have to work with law-enforcing institutions such as SPF (Singapore Police Force) and CNB (Central Narcotics Bureau); for research purposes, I believe.<br /><br />HAHA. NOW you know.<br /><br /><br />OKAYYY. Sidetracked.<br /><br />So anyway..<br />The whole paying attention in lecture or not got me reminded of something.<br />Something I still kept.<br />From ages (4 years?) ago.<br />In one of the Sastera classes, if I recall correctly.<br />Naz, sitting behind me, whispered for me and passed me this sheet of paper.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uznpCBWI/AAAAAAAAA8s/x9ZSuMtGYEI/s1600-h/sketch.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZ1uznpCBWI/AAAAAAAAA8s/x9ZSuMtGYEI/s400/sketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304517769205777762" /></a></center><br />HAHA! My back profile.<br /><br />Me, paying full attention to Lecture, went like this --> -.-"<br /><br />Tapi boleh tahan jugak lah kan dia draw...<br /><br /><br /><br />Boleh tahan teruk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-than-mere-childs-play.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5864141672733219617?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-53625031995276800502009-02-16T22:22:00.018+08:002009-02-19T22:46:28.225+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">PASSAGE INTO MIDNIGHT</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HL8k14tXNzM&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HL8k14tXNzM&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />So everyone knows I don't celebrate Valentine's.<br />But thank you for the wishes anyway.<br /><br />February has been interesting.. And largely beautiful - aesthetically.<br />Academically, it's been crazy; so I won't go into that.<br /><br />I'll start with the 5th of Feb..<br /><center>[Click]<br /><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-stopped-to-think.html" target="blank"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl4odk-BWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VzalRkKp-X4/s400/5th.jpg" width=300></a></center><br /><br />And then comes the day everyone was waiting for - 12th Feb.<br />It was Rayyan Mikhael's birthday.<br />My son has finally turned 1. (:<br />But it wasn't only his birthday - it was our "Valentine's" as well. <br />Basically, it was just a day to celebrate.<br /><br />One reason why <i>I</i> don't celebrate Valentine's is because:<br />1) It's commercialised<br />2) It's capitalistic<br />3) It's to commemorate St. Valentine<br />4) Everyone else is celebrating lovers' day on that day. <br />And WHY would you want to celebrate a special day with someone special, when everyone else is too? <br />Or.. Ok.. Maybe it's just that he and I scoff typicality and we like being deviants in our own right. Lol. Or maybe not. Sorry World, for we like being different.<br /><br />So anyway... 12th Feb was FUN!<br /><br />Oh. If some of you are still living in the dark, I'll show you pictures of my son - from birth til his first birthday. I swear to you, he is the most adorable baby boy you have ever seen.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-wFVMx9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/s3kugOA4EWk/s400/babyrayyan.jpg"width=300></center><br /><br />Well. He doesn't EXACTLY look like that. But you can guess whose picture that is (:<br /><br /><br /><center>So this was Rayyan when he just got out...<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl9siJAYgI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xG7PeT02mc4/s400/09-07-08_0956.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl9sBCMtZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/e9bBkH5hv0M/s400/09-07-08_0955.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">HIS FIRST FEW DAYS AT HOME</span><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-CL3cQjI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5AL-SZA_P3E/s400/24-02-08_1242.jpg" width=300><br />He couldn't really fit into his jammies..<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl9tOeBn7I/AAAAAAAAA30/lQfFx-ct7Q8/s400/13-02-08_0805.jpg" width=300><br />Him getting ready for bed<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl_IzJF1VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/2VtloNEUbAQ/s400/sleeping+rayyan.jpg" width=300><br />Him all tucked in for sleep<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl9sOPnZlI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7Z2Sm6GckfY/s400/08-06-08_2023.jpg" width=300><br />After checking his diapers<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-BPjMbEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/VW245yVeBbk/s400/15-02-08_2340.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl9tNxuosI/AAAAAAAAA38/c4zHTvnZOGo/s400/15-02-08_0829.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">HIS FIRST FEW DAYS OUT</span><br />Very very manja..<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-vgLkvFI/AAAAAAAAA40/4UUHU4AOZPY/s400/104.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-vUIjFoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/_fBfb_NGBwY/s400/099.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmIay17YUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Ocwlhq44vdU/s400/manja.jpg" width=300><br />and I miss his ayah's goatee after looking at these old pictures =(<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />SOME OF HIS LATEST</span><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl_IHpV49I/AAAAAAAAA5k/fFmKSfhf8tM/s400/DSC00045.JPG" width=300><br />He said he also want to wear shades like mammie<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl_Hff0IgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/_oJ2fVTMe4M/s400/DSC00044.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl_HIDq18I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Oqex_yy3MCM/s400/DSC00042a.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl_JMUJCbI/AAAAAAAAA50/wzvA5Q80OXk/s400/white+019.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-BpSMp5I/AAAAAAAAA4M/fNX6MFFLOFU/s400/19-07-08_2033.jpg" width=300><br />He said he was big enough to "dwink kofi" <br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-B6I5Q0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/Oy-IdH4K-M4/s400/22-07-08_1807.jpg" width=300><br />His ayah teaching him how to write. Really.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZl-CLdO_1I/AAAAAAAAA4k/2tfqNljke7o/s400/24-08-08_0019.jpg" width=300><br />He wore his ayah's beanie, but it looked like songkok. So funny :D</center><br /><br />I know. <br />He's beautiful.<br /><br />No, I did not have a deprived childhood.<br />LAUGH. At least he's not imaginary, like yours. He's real. HAHA.<br /><br /><br />So what did his mummy do?<br />Well...<br />After they had lunch, she went shopping. Totally on impulse, I tell you.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmAzf-1PiI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TkymhRqfUqY/s400/Photo0096.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmAzVSYdPI/AAAAAAAAA58/0Ija2wve6SY/s400/Photo0092.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />From Zara. Didn't know I could pull it off, but I could. Haha. Got purple.<br /><br />And this:<br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmAzzOikUI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QmsJA1-13G8/s400/Photo0100.jpg" width=300></center><br />was what I wore. Because? I wanted to wear the same colour as Rayyan on his birthday - red and black =)<br /><br />I told you I had a fetish for details. Hence this Forever 21 bangle. I didn't take a picture of the belt I got there too.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmA0ftMM_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/J-y9JHzFckI/s400/Photo0110.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmA0F6MatI/AAAAAAAAA6U/IF_H0nDIvQU/s400/Photo0109.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmBSzmRWqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/cIxWz_F-eRg/s400/Photo0105.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />And I should stop impulse shopping because:<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmBTbs3LtI/AAAAAAAAA60/mhnz5k2wsxE/s400/Photo0127.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmBTKbe9lI/AAAAAAAAA6s/DZ0nAbBSKpI/s400/Photo0126.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />And Rayyan had an Oreo Cheesecake for his birthday cake. =)<br /><br /><br />His Aunt Mai's birthday was on the 13th of Feb, Friday the 13th, yeah.<br />Celebrated with the full strength on the 14th.<br />And people looked on, smiling, thinking that my parents had 6 kids, consisting of 3 boys and 3 girls. Wah. Fierce.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmJPt5Q4AI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cIJ3b9Blmvk/s400/DSCF8379.JPG" width=300><br />The boys.</center><br /><br />I did this reflective ambigram for her, and attempted to make it "hiphop", cos that's the way she likes it. And, yeah. She loves it. And also! It's my FIRST attempt at reflective ambigramming, and it works! Wooh!<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZmKUCV8FHI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JXAA8brkjIs/s400/jeanhiphop.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />Happy 16th, dear sister. You have grown so, so much. All the best for O's. =)<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HbPjzL-RNLI/SZd6G-_tZdI/AAAAAAAADYU/0AOQ_LRK7HQ/s320/DSCF8368.JPG" width=300></center><br /><br />Ayyan said he wanted to grow up to be just like you.<br /><br /><br /><br />...Not really.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-i-did.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper-and-pen-vs-keyboard.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5362503199527680050?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-11741125755491501032009-02-15T14:50:00.011+08:002009-02-16T23:49:06.171+08:00I went through my 165 entries and manually changed unreadable font colours.<br />(Not like anyone cares)<br />Exactly! But still, I had no idea why I went on to do it.<br />Blame it on OCD.<br /><br />And you don't know how much I love Sundays.<br />The only one day I can get to sleep in.<br />Sundays are sleep-in, stay-home days =)<br />It was a really tiring week.<br />The only time I'm home is actually to sleep.<br />I kid you not.<br />That's how rarely I am at home.<br />Which is why I really appreciate Sundays very much.<br /><br />The accumulated fatigue for the week made me sleep in today, to the extent that I actually slept through my Subuh alarm. And due to my phone being on low batt the night before, plus the perpetual ringing of the Subuh alarm, my phone died in its sleep. Sorry lah. I was too tired/lazy to charge it before going to sleep.<br /><br /><br />Thank you Sunday.<br />I love you.<br /><br /><br />// I will update on Rayyan (12th Feb, 1st year) and Mai's birthday (13th Feb, 16th year) soon after pictures are uploaded =)<br /><br /><br />--<br />I speak about "I will update bla bla bla" as if I have <strike>hoards</strike> hordes of readers, awaiting updates from this prolific writer. -rolls eyes at self- God. Really. Get a life, Marlia.<br /><br /><em>=( Why you roll eyes at me?</em><br /><br />Ok. Sorry Sayang. -kiss-<br />I love you. Don't sad sad ok?<br /><br /><em>Ok. =) Come. Let's go bathe.</em><br /><br />Ok. Come.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What?<br />I'm not Schizophrenic, and I do not have Bipolar or Dissociative Identity Disorder lah. Tsk. Don't YOU talk to yourself? I'm sure you do kay. Don't pretend to be normal when you're not. <br />And what IS normal anyway? I'd say people who DON'T talk to themselves - are abnormal. And YOU have to seek help. I'm perfectly fine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/brighter-colours.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-than-mere-childs-play.html">next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1174112575549150103?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-26571834664562048692009-02-11T23:25:00.009+08:002009-02-15T15:05:21.303+08:00Alright kids. <br />Is this better for the eyes?<br />And do I seem like a nicer, brighter person now?<br />I tried using white. Was too bright, man. <br />It scared the hell out of me. <br />K not.<br />It was too schizophrenic, even for me.<br />Haa.<br /><br />Write to me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>I'm afraid of the light.</i> =(<br /><br />--<br />Edited:<br />Oh. But if you try to go to previous posts that were multi-coloured, it would come out screwed, cos I used to have a black background where the font colours worked.. But they don't now. <br /><br />I have two ways to go about that problem:<br />1) Painstakingly go through all previous posts to change all those fonts to suit the new background<br />2) Ignore them and pretend nothing happened<br /><br />As of now, Option 2) seems more viable.<br /><br />So if you're one of those people who decides to read the archives? I'm sorry man. I'd go back to them when I feel like doing them. That, or revert back to my old template. Lol. Yeah. As the proverb go. As fickle as <strike>the weather</strike> a woman.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexis.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-i-did.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2657183466456204869?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-5661581454452023262009-02-11T21:47:00.006+08:002009-02-11T23:31:50.741+08:00I've finally gotten the Black and Red Alexis corset leather guitar strap that I've been wanting since forever.<br /><br />So I fixed it right after I got home.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZLXlVfqiJI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Xbb5xs2EaKI/s400/IMG00059.jpg"><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SZLXlXUSRmI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ssrb3Ax1mnE/s400/IMG00064.jpg"></center><br /><br />Yeah I know. Gangsta shit right. K shut up Marlia.<br />You've been very full of profanities lately. <br />Time to tone down.<br /><br />So. Next.. Is to re-string the strings to those red-coated ones.<br /><br /><br />....Yeah.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bloody-hell.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/brighter-colours.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-566158145445202326?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-31996262999221918792009-02-10T18:01:00.010+08:002009-02-11T22:00:05.807+08:00I lost the most important marker pen for my designs.<br />Tsk.<br /><br />Ok. I shall NOT brood over it seeing the fact that at least some freak didn't steal my whole bloody bag.<br /><br />It's just a marker pen, Marlia.<br />Go buy another one.<br /><br />Ok ok, I will. Stop whining. Bising.<br /><br /><br /><br />And BY THE WAY.<br /><br />There's just some things I don't understand.<br /><br />1) Why someone would get full-face helmets for him and his pillion, when his bike is a... uh.. 125Z? X1? Something along that line. Can't remember. All I could remember was the fact that the top looked heavier than the bottom and they looked as if they could topple anytime!<br /><br />2) Why someone would change his pipe so his RS sounds like a bloody KR. GOD! You've got a BLOODY RS and it sounds like a BLOODY KR. WHY MAN?! WHY?!<br /><br />3) Why a bloody bird decided to shit on my window when I just had my car washed a few days ago. Like, it just SHAT, man. Like as if the car screams "PUBLIC TOILET FOR BIRDS!". And of ALL windows - it just HAD to be the DRIVER'S window. The spot where I have to FREQUENTLY TURN to check my blind spot. I swear, I think the bloody bird flew off laughing after it shat.<br /><br />4) Dude! Small roads are NOT meant for racing man. It's like, you inch your car forward before the light turns green, then you show off your pickup - like, whaddef? And DUH you had to stop at the lights in front because it's bloody Tampines street where there are traffic lights every few metres, man. Attention seeker, no? You're not even good-looking! <br /><br />It was 10 pm, and I couldn't be bothered. <br /><br />BUT. If I were to be driving a manual car though, I'd play with the clutch at 1st gear and keep revving my engine, just for the sake of it. But I figured, you're not even WORTH my petrol consumption. When you waved, I swear I wanted to give you the finger. But like I said. It was 10 pm. And I'm a girl. And I'm alone. So, my sanity isn't worth sacrificing as well.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ok. Pent up anger released.<br /><br />I feel better now.<br /><br />Back to drawing.<br /><br />Oh wait.<br /><br />I should be doing my readings.<br /><br /><br />GAHHHH.<br /><br />Bloody hell. It feels bloody therapeutic talking to yourself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-mothers-still-think-youre-10.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexis.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3199626299922191879?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-15162163286435606652009-02-10T16:53:00.012+08:002009-02-20T12:15:46.094+08:00<center><img src="http://www.latest-hairstyles.com/kids/girls/images/pigtales.jpg"></center><br /><br />I, have come up with a theory on why all mothers think that we're (we, referring to us girls) still 10, with an image of a little girl in pigtails with ribbons at the end, and dresses that covers the knees and socks <i>this</i> high.<br /><br />And this revelation dawned on me like some form of Enlightenment. -light bulb lights up on top of head-<br /><br />(I know you feel this too, because I came across many many <i>many</i> blogs lamenting their plights like some angry adolescent rebel, when you're in fact, uh.. <i>way</i> past that angry adolescent rebel phase.)<br /><br />I logged in Friendster some time back, and received comments/testimonials (that don't serve that purpose anymore) from my ex-students.<br /><br />I chatted with one girl and she was giving me updates - about classmates, about their new teachers. And she commented how, after I left, no English teacher seemed to work for them. But then, I thought, even when I was there, I didn't think I worked for them either. Ahah.<br /><br />Apparently, she didn't know I left because of NUS - she asked me where I was teaching now. Which was weird, cos I thought they knew I left for school. Well, maybe they weren't listening cos they were too busy crying. Haa. Ok. Last day was difficult.<br /><br />Come ON man. You go to Tampines Secondary and they throw you with like, FIVE classes, and 2 of which, were apparently, the most notorious ones. God. I could've puked blood - but surprisingly, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. <br /><br />And when you finally come to realise that you could tame wild lions, you have to resign as ringmaster.<br /><br />It was pain for pleasure. As much as I have taught them (I hope), they have taught me a lot more.<br /><br />And when you see, with your very own eyes, the boy who everyone in school knows by name, in your class, departing from his own friends at the back of class, to sit right in front of you, copy your notes and seriously doing your work... Tell me; who won't be moved. (Besides the fact he actually folded that piece of notes he copied and stuffed it inside his pocket after asking you "Cher. Is this important?") -.-"<br /><br />And the boys that NOBODY believed in, had no hope in, respect you because ultimately, you give them similar respect?<br /><br />These kids GROW, right in front of you.<br /><br /><br /><br />So moving on.<br /><br />I was around Tampines some time ago, and I saw my Sec 1 boys, with long pants.<br /><br />And for some funny reason, I felt this pang of heartache.<br /><br />Internal monologue goes like this:<br /><i>"Nooooooooo.. You're too young to wear long pants. Wear your shorts back.. Now!" -cries buckets of tears-<br /><br />And the girls? They're getting too pretty. They're not supposed to be pretty and grown up. They're supposed to stay kental with skirts below knee length! -cries buckets again-</i><br /><br /><br />And Firdaus and Gary had shot up to a height that was beyond my own, when I specifically remembered LOOKING DOWN while reprimanding them. (Gary, was naughty. But he was my top scorer. Fir, he's a charmer. Like, good looking even at Sec 1. And they're like brothers separated at birth, and borne into different ethnic families.)<br /><br /><br />I can't reconcile the fact that these babies, <i>MY</i> babies, are all grown up - my freshie Sec 1s are in upper sec now, and my Sec 3s have actually graduated.<br /><br />And I felt sad.<br /><br />Really. <br /><br />I felt sad.<br /><br />And it got me thinking.<br /><br />Maybe... Moms are the same too.<br />Like.. They can't reconcile the fact that their babies are all grown up. <br />They still have this idealistic view of their babies still in pink/blue wraps; all-too innocent, and never ready for the real world, hence placing them in this bubble wrap that have, in fact, burst, a very long time ago.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://www.halloweencostumes4u.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000003/885351.jpg" width=200><img src="http://www.lovingbabyinc.com/images/products/pinkbaby.jpg" width=200></center><br /><br /><br />Oh well.<br /><br /><font color=#333333>Talking about Tamp Sec.<br />I was helping Yana (Tamp Sec graduate. lol. Da besar.) out with her studies, then I shared with her something about my new boys; which, I intend to share with you as well.<br /><br />See, these 2 boys that I'm taking, they're brothers.<br />Their mom told me specifically, to be patient with them, cos they're like, 'slow'.<br />I'm not sure if it's an Asian norm, for moms to put their kids down in front of others, but, well, that clearly seems to be the trend.<br /><br />So anyway. She said that, yeah? And I stole a glance at her boys and they were giving each other funny looks. Haha.<br /><br />After their mom left and all, I sat with them, for intro, before anything.<br />(Abang is Sec 5, Adik is Sec 3) - and I have this BAD habit of calling them "Abang" and "Adik" instead of their names. <br /><br />So anyway. Since, they decided to like, STICK with each other, I kinda laughed and said "Ok.. Chill. I tak makan orang." Then, after the whole tension and awkwardness broke, I asked them whether they were the ones who wanted the help or if their mom insisted they get help. (This is crucial for me, cos I work better knowing people want to help themselves.)<br /><br />So they said they wanted tuition. <br />Ok. 1 point.<br /><br />Then I asked for their past exam results.<br /><br />Abang said that he was kinda disappointed with his overall results, but he got A for Math and B for Science. Here, my internal monologue went like this: -.-"<br /><br />So I asked the adik pulak. Then he said, he passed all subjects.<br />"Passed?"<br />He said "I got all As."<br />THIS time, my internal monologue went like this: -_________________-"<br /><br />And I couldn't help but say this: "So. WHY do you guys need help again?"<br /><br />I mean, seriously.<br /><br />When I went on to teach them?<br /><br />My internal monologue went like "Slow habis." (referring to mom's comment)<br /><br />So Abang was doing simultaneous equations; and kept doing substitution. When I taught elimination, he struggled a while, and then he actually applied it himself to the other questions, without me asking. <br />And the Adik.. Moved on rather fast; we went through two topics.<br /><br />BUT. When I told their mom "your boys are fast learners", AGAIN she said "I hope you'll be patient with them."<br /><br /><br />Hmm.<br /><br />Pelik.<br /><br />Macam apple.<br /><br />So I'm like not worried about them or anything.. But come to think of it.. This is worse kan.<br /><br />I mean, if the kids were to have bad results beforehand, you can help pull them up. Like.. One of my previous tutees.. Had Cs for Malay.. And she got A for O's.. Then macam.. Ok.. You did your job. <br /><br />But if they've set the bar that high, and they drop, DAMN you're screwed.<br /><br /><br /><br />So NOW I'm worried. :S</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/setan-dalam-masjid.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bloody-hell.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1516216328643560665?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-58524393541623019562009-02-08T21:50:00.008+08:002009-02-17T22:17:32.584+08:00Wow. It's been so long yeah?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(friday, 6th feb 09)<br /><br />"I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"<br /><br /><em>"Uhm.. Bad.."</em><br /><br />"I lost my sketch book and all my drawings.."<br /><br /><em>"Whaaaa..?"</em><br /><br />"Plus my Adidas gym bag and everything inside, including my Nike Air Force."<br /><br /><em>"Howw??"</em><br /><br />"After solat jumaat, I solat sunat.. My bag was right beside me. The next thing I knew.. It was gone."<br /><em><br />"Ah? Then you never ask around?"</em><br /><br />"Some pakcik saw some budak skolah take.. He thought it was the kid's."<br /><br /><br />He was seriously volatile at that point of time, and he was suppressing it all, but it shows.<br /><br />So. There goes our current collection. And his latest sealed deal that he wanted to show me (but luckily the guy retained another copy of the design). He said he was really excited to show me what he got and all. Plus. He said "It was coloured!"<br /><br />Damnation.<br /><br />I was sore for him.. Like.. Hard work. ALL GONE. Dalam masjid pulak tu. So he lost his Adidas gym bag with his Nike gym stuff and his running shoes, headsets, sketchbook, pencils, everything. And outside, his Nike Airforce.<br /><br />And I'm like.. <em>"So how did you go out? Since someone stole your running shoes AND your shoes.."</em><br /><br />"Kebas selipar orang ah.."<br /><br />Wow. tit for tat. <br /><br /><br /><br />Sigh. So sad...<br /><br />So technically, our current collection for ILLUSION <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/illusion.html" target="blank">[ref: illusion]</a> is on hold..... =(<br /><br />I tried to lighten things up by saying <em>"Sekali budak tu tengah amek Art O levels abeh dia takde idea nak buat coursework abeh dia kebas sketchbook you ke?"</em><br /><br />"Ya.. Like he knows there's a sketch book inside.."<br /><br />Ok.. That didn't work.<br /><br />Then I tried <em>"Ok.. Would you rather lose what you lost just now.. Or phone and wallet?"</em><br /><br />"Seriously? Phone and wallet."<br /><br />Ouch. K. Tak work jugak.<br /><br />"So what would you do if you see some sec school kid with your bag outside?"<br /><br />"I won't beat him up.. I'd go up to him.. Shake his hand and say 'Congrats. You have really nice drawings inside.'"<br /><br />:S<br /><br /><br />Boo. I really felt like crying. Cos I wanted to see his $350 work. K ah. Not really. Cos I KNOW the heartache of losing painstaking work. And him being the gym addict that he is... It must've been nuts losing his gym kit. Blrrrr...<br /><br />Oh. Since he had no mood to go to the gym, he made up for it by saying he was gonna do his sets at home. =(<br /><br /><br /><br />Eh. Cannot end with sad note. I just recalled that I haven't said what the good news were.<br /><br />He said that we had two upcoming assignments. =)<br /><br />One was for a new bike design, COINCIDENTALLY wanting a Jap theme (Here's where he said: "And I didn't even have to think of anything new! Now I lost everything.")<br /><br />and another was for some band logo.<br /><br />He talked about a side one though. But he was afraid of taking it up.<br />The guy wanted those huge car decals. <br />I was afraid too ah. Car decals? That's HUGE man. Like, HUGE. <br />The car decal application itself in workshops costs a bomb.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>---<br />Whoever brings bags to the mosques for Friday Prayers, I urge you to cuff your bag to your hand. And.. Don't use Nike Airforce to prayers. Use your grandma's terompah. Make sure it's those ugly, noisy kind of clogs - not those fashionable, artistic ones.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/illusion.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-mothers-still-think-youre-10.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5852439354162301956?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-73148785116989032462009-02-05T23:30:00.005+08:002009-02-27T13:52:02.952+08:00He sold one of his designs for about $400-$500 some time back.<br />And he recently sealed a deal for $350.<br />So I thought... It's time.<br /><br />Don't worry. You don't have to pay that kind of money.<br /><br />And I know you have no idea of what I am talking about. =) LOL<br /><br /><br />This was part of something I posted some time back.<br /><center><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXMNiztY3BI/AAAAAAAAArI/DcjS5I0-FO0/s1600-h/desktop.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXMNiztY3BI/AAAAAAAAArI/DcjS5I0-FO0/s320/desktop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292588878737759250" /></a><br /><br /><i>I designed the ambigram on my wallpaper. It's a logo for a brand I'm starting. I'll talk more about it soon. Tapi tu tak penting, yang penting.. NEATNESS! I feel so happy everytime my lappy greets me now.</i></center><br /><br /><br />AND... FINALLY... (Yes, Yana. What you've been waiting for all this while..)<br /><br />I'm proud to say, that today is the official launch of AK-ILLUSION.<br />(We wanted to launch it on the 10th of January, but there were complications, so we decided for it to be today.)<br /><br />This has been painstaking.<br />Everything was from scratch..<br />And believe it or not, I started working on the site since mid-late 2008.<br />And I did an overhaul because I wasn't satisfied.<br /><br />So this is our baby project, a kick-start to bigger projects.<br /><br />Enjoy......<br />And.. Spread the word (:<br /><br /><center>Click<br /><a href="http://ak-illusion.blogspot.com" target="blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/ailram/illusion/flickerminusclick.gif"></a><br />(Best viewed with Firefox due to the nature of the graphics)<br /></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-stopped-to-think.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/setan-dalam-masjid.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7314878511698903246?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-40464615998012317232009-02-05T23:28:00.015+08:002009-02-11T23:42:25.734+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">DARREN HAYES - INSATIABLE</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCfodICfOYg&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCfodICfOYg&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br /><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/ailram/tribute.jpg" width=400></center><br /><br /><em>Hopeless, yet dependable</em><br /><br />As hopeless as any man seemed to be born to be; never able to grasp the art of reading a woman’s body language, fails to understand to read between the lines, and can never understand the complexities of a woman's contradictions.<br /><br />Yet he stiffens his chest and shoulders for her to throw her blows and punches; her frustrations with the world, hurl words she never meant to say, cries her heart out, and listens. A punching bag like no other – No punching bag would hold anyone tight and tell him or her that everything is alright, when he himself knows that everything, at that point in time, isn't.<br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333><em>Dependent, yet strong</em><br /><br />Believes that she is his emotional, spiritual and mental pillar of strength to undergo the turmoil of an antagonised past. And not the typical man whose ego is larger than his head and body put together; he isn’t afraid to voice his fears.<br /><br />Yet he is physically and mentally strong enough to hold both his and her fears and insecurities. <br /><br />He would reach the brink of the precipice in which he falters; he breaks only the boundary that would make him stronger.<br /><br />Physically, with his broad shoulders and winged back, strong chests and big arms, he’s her muscle-man and personal bodyguard.</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Emotional, yet rational</em><br /><br />He is a man, with a heart. <br /><br />At times a court jester, at times a Prime Minister.<br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333><em>Pragmatic, yet romantic</em><br /><br />Never holds the door open, never pulls open a chair, never surprises her with flowers. Laughs when she trips, bakes cookies for her yet eat them all because it was too nice, and justifies with “it’s the thought that counts”, didn’t pay for her on their first date, and thinks she shouldn’t wear make-up or dress up.<br /><br />Yet chivalry isn’t dead. Because flowers wilt and die, he gives her a plastic rose, with a note that says his love for her will only end once that rose withers and die. He understands that she is an independent woman who can be quite a feminist, so paying for her can be insulting. He’d pay for meagre things like lunch and coffee, but knows that she stands on her own two feet for everything else. He respects her space and her independence.<br /><br />After so many years, he still manages to make her smile, saying she’s beautiful, she’s wonderful, and she’s all that, although she intrinsically feels and thinks that she isn’t. He sends love letters through SMS in the early mornings, making her day the first thing in the morning. And he never fails to plant a kiss on her forehead before they part.</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Reckless, yet charismatic</em><br /><br />An antagonised past; at times not reconciled.<br /><br />Yet proficient in his speech, impeccable in his mannerisms, and eloquent enough to move – friends, people around him, and of course, her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333><em>Liberal, yet religious</em><br /><br />He is a liberal, with liberalised thoughts, that govern his worldview. <br /><br />Yet he is trustworthy enough to lead a family; his family.</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Passive, yet proactive </em><br /><br />He doesn’t plan; where to go, what to do, what to get for her. <br /><br />Doesn’t seem to talk much, but delves into his own thoughts, and all of a sudden, he surprises. He knows exactly what he wants to do in life, what he wants in life, for himself, for her, for them, right down to the very last, exact detail.<br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333><em>He is the human manifestation of contradictions and paradoxes.<br />He is original.<br />And he is mine.</em><br /><br />He made me into who I am today, this confident and empowered woman that you know. You might be perceived by my persona, but I had problems with my esteem – I didn’t think I was good-looking, I didn’t think I was smart, I didn’t think I was talented, I didn’t think highly of myself; and never understood why other people ever thought that I was. <br /><br />I never took anything anyone said seriously, because I never believed that I was anything they said I was. <br /><br />Until I opened up my once-shut jaded heart, and embraced the notion of Love that everyone else was talking about.<br /><br /><br /><em>Happy Anniversary, Sayang...<br />I’ve known you for 5 years.<br />I hated you, I couldn’t stand your guts, I rejected your calls, ignored your texts... And now, it’s been 2 years. And it’s another 2 years to 2011... It’s so near yet so far. We can’t wait, but when it is nearing, it seems to be almost like an impending doom. And there’s no turning back. And then... It’s forever and a day. It’s <strong>our</strong> forever and a day.</em></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333>---<br />I gave him that 4-page long letter. But as the page gets longer, my handwriting started becoming curlier. Ahah.<br /><br />I think, all of us take it for granted - and never stopped to think why we're in this bubble that we commit ourselves to, depriving us of the liberties we would otherwise experience. <br /><br />And, as I did that soul-search in looking at him from another perspective (hence using the third person narrative), I've learnt to appreciate his weaknesses, through his redeemable qualities. And I finally began to understand and realise the reason why.<br /><br />Yes, I declared once before, that ‘Love’ is a mere social construction, that it has become commodified in a capitalist society such as ours. And I believe that it is highly overrated. <br /><br />It’s like when you say “sorry” too many times, it loses its nuance and meaning. When you say “I love you” to too many people, it loses its significance. And everyone calls everyone else Love, no? (:<br /><br />Ultimately, nobody knows what Love exactly is. You think you know what it is, but really, you don’t.<br /><br />But this ‘thing’ that I am going through; these feelings that I have, is undefined by Love’s standards. And I have absolutely no idea, what it is. <br /><br />But I’d call it <em>Forever and a Day....</em></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-said-that-life-is-fair-but-still.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/illusion.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4046461599801231723?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-24625444734028496032009-01-30T20:01:00.017+08:002009-02-15T13:01:56.424+08:00I am not a Marxist, or a communist, by any standards.<br />But I do believe that wealth gaps and inequalities in our society itself, is strikingly difficult to pretend not to notice. (Let's not talk about other countries)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When we had that meeting with LBKM somewhen before the term started proper, I made this comment during the floor discussion. Something along these lines:<br /><br />I'm Marlia from NUS bla bla.. (position etc.) Doing Sociology and Malay Studies etc. [Basically intro.]<br /><br /><strong>I believe, that the problem doesn't lie with the people on the 'higher end' of society; the so-called "upper classes", and not so much the "lower classes", because the "upper classes" have enough resources (affluent enough) and the "lower classes" are definitely able to get help, due to the per capita income/ household income that meets what is stated as qualified to get scholarships etc.<br />However, people in the "middle classes" are 'stuck', because they're not rich enough to not struggle, and not poor enough to get help.</strong><br /><br />But well, it wasn't as smooth as that; cos I spoke from the top of my head at that point of time. I didn't write what I wanted to say before-hand. So it was basically that. I was pointing out the plight of "sandwiched" people.<br /><br />Their comment was something along the lines of them actually recognising this problem, so they are actually raising the per capita income level, so as to help these "sandwiched" people.<br /><br /><em>** The reason why I put those classes terms in quotation marks is because, I believe that lower, middle and upper classes are mere social constructions. You will see what I mean later.</em><br /><br /><br /><br />So the bulk of us belong to the "middle class" in society yes?<br />But there are also sub groups: the "upper middle class", the "middle middle class", and the "lower middle class". Interesting phenomena, no?<br /><br />This is more interesting.<br /><br />Taken from a friend's blog:<br /><br /><span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"i thought sandwich-ed class referred to those who are neither rich nor poor enough to apply for financial aid, and thsu unable to get help to tide over the recession. And with this I'm referring to households with 2k income with 1 child in uni, the other in poly, and a child in pri school. Who bought a 5rm flat when the economy was good and now is stuck. with no money and no place to turn to.<br /><br /><br /><br />but when i flipped through Berita Harian today... the feature on the sandwiched families was on a couple, <strong>wife is a doctor </strong>(either medical or doctorate, eitherways with a huge fat wallet), and <strong>husband is a pilot</strong>. (read: another fat wallet). with two boys below the age of twelve, and, brace yourself, <strong>a house on a private property</strong> (read: multistorey terrace with car).<br /><br />And then i saw the panel on the right of the article. Ppl who qualify as sandwiched families are roughly:<br /><br />- having a total household income of 7.5k<br />- have two teenage children<br /><br />wow. 7.5k is sandwiched mehh? anak dua aje lak tu. I guess its true huh. money no enough. I'm sore sia. The government wants to help sandwiched families and THESE are their sandwiched families?? ... </em><a href="http://insanadia.multiply.com/journal/item/541/the_budget" target="blank"><em>[read more]"</em></a></span><em><br /></em><br /><br />And the reason why Karl Marx managed to be so convincing during the rise of Capitalism.<br />Heh.<br /><br />Meritocracy, Multiracialism.. So many policies in place. Yet, the loopholes?<br /><br />Those who gain a foothold in society are essentially the people who HAVE RESOURCES. Because, you can pay your kids through school. They don't necessarily have to be smart. You make this huge ass donation to the school, and ta-da! Your kid is in.<br /><br />But kids from lower income families? <em>Forget higher education. We can't afford that. Abang, Kakak.. Work part time.</em> Time management at a young age isn't easy, you know. They'd ultimately pick work over school. And it becomes a VICIOUS CYCLE. And then their kids. And their kids. And THEIR kids.<br /><br />=)<br /><br />I don't even know why I smiled. I guess it's more of a smirk. But you can't have a virtual smirk. There's no key on the keyboard for me to make a smirk face.<br /><br />Oh wait. Let me try.<br /><br />:1<br /><br />Can? Can lah.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sucks kan?<br /><br />Here you are thinking that these affluent families are better off than you..<br />And you find that they're featured for NEEDING HELP.<br /><br />Haha.. Let's.. Help the rich!<br /><br />So the rich gets richer.. And the poor? Gets kicked around.<br /><br />Ok fine. So who is defined as "rich" or "poor" ultimately kan?<br /><br />WHATEVER! YOU get my point. HAHA<br /><br /><br />And the best part is.<br /><br />We can do... Absolutely... <br />Nothing about it.<br />(:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-bloodlines-and-bloodties.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-stopped-to-think.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2462544473402849603?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-90524068117316077072009-01-29T21:36:00.008+08:002009-02-15T13:09:45.226+08:00We learnt about <i>Adat Perpatih</i> in the Minangkabau community in Gender and Malay Societies.<br /><br />The most striking feature of the Minang community is the fact that they're matrilineal.<br /><br /><em>*Matrilineality is a system in which lineage is traced through the mother and maternal ancestors.</em> (Wiki)<br /><br />Which means, that females inherit land from their mothers; and the males <strong>do not</strong> inherit land. This is in contrast to the existing and overarching patriarchal and patrilineal systems in most societies. Kan?<br /><br />For some reason, this matrilineal feature of the Minang community really strikes me, because it brings a whole new level to the term "sisterhood".<br /><br />Your "family tree" consists of all women.<br /><br />It's you, your sister.. As it goes upwards, its your mom, your grandmom, your great-grandmom, and your great-great-grandmom.<br /><br />Interesting, eh?<br /><br />So, where are the men?<br /><br />Ah.<br /><br />The men, marry INTO the women's family, and stay IN the land that HIS WIFE had inherited from HER mother.<br /><br />And the only men that are given authority are those from your mom's side of the family i.e. your maternal grandfather (mom's dad) and your maternal uncle (mom's brother)<br /><br />And to "preserve" the "purity", you're not allowed to marry your own cousin, if let's say your cousin comes from your aunt (the relationship between your mom and her sister is considered stronger than your mom and her brother). BUT, marrying cross-cousins is encouraged, to "preserve" the inheritance. Complicated, but you'd get it if you use real people from your family to play roles in your head. Haha.<br /><br />I can go on and on; but I'd get to the point of why I find this so interesting.<br /><br />It's because, Adri was sitting diagonally in front of me, and one question kept playing in my mind: "So does Adri get to inherit her mom's land?" LOL.<br />(She's Minang by the way. I guess we all belong to a lot of ethnic sub-groups but our IC states Malay anyway because of privileges purposes etc.)<br /><br />After class, I went up to her and went <em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"Babe. So do you get to inherit land or what?"</span></em><br /><br />You'd think I was making a joke or something, but it was a genuine question.<br /><br />Because I was wondering whether that system still works, even though she's a Singaporean.<br />(read: Patriarchy. And following Islam law, distribution of wealth is according to Faraid)<br /><br />But she laughed and said, <span style="color:#0033FF;">"When I balik kampong right.. Only me and my female cousin get rice."<br /></span><span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"Rice?"</em><br /></span><span style="color:#033FF;">"Ya.. As in.. Nasi.."</span><br /><br />(Wah. Abeh lelaki makan aper eh?)<br /><br />Then she continued, <span style="color:#0033FF;">"And by right kan. My male cousins aren't allowed to sleep in the house. They're supposed to sleep in the surau."<br /></span><br />HAHA! Talk about female domination!<br /><br />Then since she and her sister were the only girls in her nuclear family, her grandmother (Her dad is the Minang one. So if grandmom doesn't have daughters, I believe it'd skip one generation to her granddaughters?) said that her wealth will stop being inherited after Adri and sis. Fierce or what. (Unless, I believe, Adri and sis get married and have DAUGHTERS.)<br /><br />But since we don't have "land" in Singapore, I was wondering whether it translates to wealth as well. But I remembered something about Prof saying that when modernisation comes, this system will falter. Meaning, no land, no matrilineality...<br /><br />Tapi kalau takde land, HDB flat jadi tak?<br />-imagines self to be a mom-<br /><em>Ok.. Aku bagi kau dapur, adik kau living room...</em><br /><br />-cricket sounds-<br /><br />Ok. I tau. Tak kelakar.<br /><br />---<br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Moving on.<br /><br />We were doing on Malaysian Prime Ministers during Malays and Modernisation lecture.<br /><br />And TRUTHFULLY speaking, I used to be politically apathetic until I took this module. And all of a sudden, I become so interested in Malaysian politics.<br /><br />How politically apathetic? Like; I didn't know Badawi was stepping down and Najib was stepping up as Prime Minister.<br /><br />Hopeless, I know.<br /><br />So I was relating to the boyfriend how ironic it was that ALL 5 of the Malaysian Prime Ministers, are not Malays. I can't remember Tunku Abdul Rahman, but Tun Abdul Razak was Siamese, Hussein Onn was Turkish, Mahathir is Indian and Abdullah Badawi is Arab.<br /><br />And I was telling him, <span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"Uh.. I JUST found out how charismatic a speaker Anwar is.. Like.. When I watched him speak (a video in class) I swore I was almost swayed by what he had to say. I was seriously taken in."</em><br /></span><br />He gave me this disapproving look and said <span style="color:#0033FF;">"NOW you know?"</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"Sorry lah."</span></em> Then I said <span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"Do you know that Mahathir is the ONLY one who is a "commoner" among the others? Like.. He's not of aristocratic/royal blood."</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"Ya.."<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"And he was against UMNO before he stepped into office?"</em> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"Yes.."</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"OK lah. So I'm the only one who doesn't know all this."</span></em><br /><br />Hahaha.. Abeh upset. Then we continued talking about Malaysian politics.<br />Then he told me about his conversation with my dad on Malaysian politics.<br /><br />Ah.. He usually goes to Friday prayers with my dad, then they have coffee afterwards... (or sometimes lunch at my home) And I guess that's when they have this politics conversation that I was never involved in, cos I know practically nuts.<br /><br />Then he actually seemed gleeful. <span style="color:#0033FF;">"Yay! Now I can talk to you about Malaysian politics. And you have something new to talk to your dad about."</span><br /><br />HAHA.<br /><br />WHY is the boyfriend so interested in Malaysia's politics you ask? I mean, how he can talk about issues off-hand, speak about and criticise things (and/or personalities)?<br /><br />I guess cos he reads a lot. (My dad once told me that my boyfriend reads a lot. But WHY my dad tells ME that my boyfriend reads a lot is weird and funny.)<br /><br />And. Ah..<br /><br />Let's just put it that he.. has close people in office. How close? Close enough that when his brother got married, a black limo with a Malaysian flag escorted by police is seen outside of the hotel. LOL. If I name the people, he'd probably assassinate me. <br /><br />Conversation was over lunch at KFC.<br /><br />When he went to wash his hands, my mind actually wandered on its own.<br />When he returned to the table, I stared at his face.<br /><br />He asked, <span style="color:#0033FF;">"Why are you looking at me like that?"<br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"Are you an aristocrat? Do you have royal blood?"</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"I don't know. My blood's all mixed up. I told you before."</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"But seriously? I have a feeling you are."</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"I tak tau. Balik I check k. I trace balik my blood line.. Hahaha.."<br /></span><br />(But I was being serious for that minute)<br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"I ask my dad ok?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#CC0066;"><em>"Eh.. But you know how aristocrats like to preserve their royal blood kan.. So they like to match-make their kids since young.. What happens if you were match-made but you didn't know it?"</em><br /></span><br />And then I continued to say<br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"And let's just say.. One day.. All of your uncles decided to die. Then you'd be the next kin to inherit their wealth and/or power?"</em></span><br /><br />OK.. Power tak boleh pasal boyfriend Singaporean.<br /><br />He clicked his tongue and said <span style="color:#0033FF;">"You tau tak. Kalau diorang SEMUA nak mati sama time pon, my dad has to die first too, then Fazmie, then Hafeez tau."</span> (the latter are his elder brothers)<br /><br />Then he thought I was out of my mind and all kan by then.. because really, if you don't know me, my imagination can go as wild as wild.<br /><br />Then he pondered for a while then he said..<br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"Actually, there was once my uncle from Johor came. He gave my dad a CD with our family's lineage."</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#CC0066;">"Then?"</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#0033FF;">"Then he kept it hidden somewhere. He didn't let me or Hafeez see."<br /></span><br />....<br /><br />It's so lucid, yet secretive; that it's almost <strong>too</strong> scary.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/dakwathati.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align="right"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-said-that-life-is-fair-but-still.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-9052406811731607707?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-35839853731404499582009-01-28T18:59:00.025+08:002009-01-29T23:03:22.992+08:00<i>Once upon a time<br /><br />You had school for only two hours; 12-2 pm<br />And you had a meeting scheduled at 6.15 pm.<br />So you have about 4 hours to kill.<br />You either stay and rot in school, or go home, then go back to school.<br />So you decide to go back home, since there's free food at home, and you get to rest a while, and you were thinking, "I'm driving anyway."<br /><br />So you reached home at about 2+ in the afternoon.<br />And you ate a lot - like, leftover pizzas and chicken rice and stuff.<br />And you feel super sleepy.<br />By that time, it was about 4+ closer to 5.<br />You lie youself down on the bed, but you can't afford a power nap, because you've got to leave home at about 5.30 pm.<br />So you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready and all.<br /><br />You started the car and drove off.<br /><br /><br />And at 5.50 pm, (which is technically just a few minutes before the meeting)<br />you got a message<br /><br />You read the SMS that says: <br /><center><strong>Meeting cancelled</strong></center><br />No apologies, no explanations. Just two words.<br /><br />Check this.<br />You were at AYE.<br />And you had no other exits to get back home i.e. Pasir Ris.<br />Your choice of exits were this: CLEMENTI, JURONG<br /><br />You were annoyed by this time, yes?<br />You called to seek for an explanation.<br />But the only thing given to you was "Oh. Something came up."<br />You just ended the call because, <br />number one: you have nothing to say<br />number two: uh.. you weren't on handsfree<br /><br />So you exited Clementi to get back to AYE - ECP - KPE - PIE<br /><br />And by that time, the ERP gantries were in operation.<br /><br />You wasted almost a quarter of your tank because you kept accelerating out of frustration and because your continental car comsumes oil like as if oil was the tastiest drink on earth.<br /><br />And you wasted 50 cents from your cashcard.<br /><br />And you wasted your time on the road, in rush hour traffic, when you should have slept peacefully.<br /><br />It's like.. what's the word. Ah. FunFair! <br />Going around Singapore... Sight-seeing.. Looking at the Singapore Flyer. That had stopped and started.<br /><br /><br />You come home, and the bed didn't look as appealing as it was in the afternoon.<br />Maybe also because it was close to Maghrib, and you know you shouldn't sleep through that.<br /><br />So you switched on your notebook and decided to tell a story.<br /><br />=)</i><br /><br /><br /><br />So. How was my story-telling?<br />Good? <br />Great.<br />It was based on a true story, by the way.<br />I didn't tell that for you to read aloud for it to come to life.<br /><br />If you couldn't tell, this act of distancing myself from what had happened, is therapeutic.<br /><br />I almost feel calm.<br /><br />Looking on the brighter side of things,<br />at least I hadn't chosen to stay in school for four hours.<br />And if I had chosen to go home but I had to go public, I would have cursed worse.<br />Pasir Ris to NUS by public is......<br />never mind. <br /><br /><br />---<br /><br />On the <font color=yellow>BRIGHTER</font> side of things (bright habis kuning dia.)<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SYBAqhm7vKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wyIL9AaLcu8/s400/inkheart.jpg"></center><br /><br />Watched Inkheart yesterday.<br />If you are into fantasies, this would be for you.<br />(It isn't very highly rated though)<br />Visuals are great.<br />But casting-wise, I felt that the fire-juggler guy out-acted Mo (Brandon Fraser).<br /><br />Uhm. A bit too didactic for my liking; It totally screams "Yes, kids! You should read books! Reading will take you places you've never been!"<br /><br />Ahah. But yeah. Nothing's wrong in trying to promote the reading and writing culture among the young ones. I started reading at the age of 3, had my own library ever since I could remember, (of course, it used to be those Ladybird books, then grew to Enid Blytons etc. haha) and had always wanted to be a prolific writer. Haa. Ambitions, ambitions..<br /><br />And there were some plot glitches that as viewers, you had to exercise suspension of disbelief.<br /><br />But I've decided not to create spoilers tonight.. So I won't elaborate on the plot glitches I mentioned. I'd just say it vaguely: One of them would be the Maggi screaming "No Toto!" part.. (:<br /><br />So overall, it's okay. Haha..<br /><br />Something you can take your husband and kids to. =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/re-society-of-strangers.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-bloodlines-and-bloodties.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3583985373140449958?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-48635685627089142842009-01-26T17:39:00.009+08:002009-01-28T19:35:54.093+08:00<a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/society-of-strangers.html" target="blank">[Re: a society of strangers]</a><br /><br />This is with regards to the last part of the entry, regarding the e-mail that my friend had received.<br /><br />Tying it back to the 'society of strangers' concept, I believe that this "sister" finds that the onus is on her to "correct" others who have "wronged". <br />Again, it's the whole concept of <em>"menegur"</em> in a society that was ONCE close-knit.<br /><br />But this is my take:<br /><br />Islam is a way of life.<br />And God works in mysterious ways.<br />In fact, nobody is to label anybody else "kafir" because someone is only "kafir" according to God Himself.<br />Who is to know who is "kafir" and who isn't?<br />If He decides to place Mother Theresa in Heaven, it is His choice, no?<br />He decides who He forgives, and who He doesn't.<br /><br />Similarly, someone might profess that he/she is Muslim, but do not subscribe to the 5 pillars of Islam etc.<br /><br />I told my friend;<br />We might be given 'pahala' (rewards) for our solat, but <i>Minah tudungs</i> (girls who don the hijab but wear tight clothings, go clubbing, smoke, drink etc.) might be rewarded for the fact that they actually don the hijab.<br /><br />Going back to the "sister", yes, people have opinions.<br />But to <b>impose</b> your lifestyle onto others is just wrong.<br />And to think that you're the only one who is right, yet forsake others, is not exactly Islamic.<br /><br />I am aware of the fact that I am not in the right position to talk about what is Islamic or what isn't.<br /><br />But everyone, as social, active and thinking beings, has their own perception towards religion.<br /><br />And my perception of the hijab is that of discipline and commitment.<br />It is a responsibility not to be taken lightly.<br /><br />Which is why, during the point of time when I had the urge to don the hijab, a lot of people asked me whether I was truly ready. I did some soul-searching, and I realise, that I wasn't. Yet.<br /><br /><font color=cccccc>But Hidayah comes to people at different point of times in life.<br /><br />Yours might be at birth. Mine might not.</font><br /><br />Also, the reason why I think you can't really preach to people and assume bad things just because people don't wear the hijab, is because, the hijab is no longer a symbol of purity anymore. <br />Some people wear the hijab because they are forced to, not because they want to. <br />And they subscribe to lifestyles worse than some of us who do not don the hijab. (Refer to <i>Minah tudungs</i> above)<br /><br />And another thing.<br />Our Malay community has gone through a great deal of shifts in terms of religion and worldview.<br />We subscribed to Animism, Hinduism and then Islam.<br />We've been Animists and Hindus much longer than we have been Muslims;<br />Which is why traces of Animism and Hinduism still continue to persist til today. The change is slow, but sure.<br /><br />In the mean time, there is no need to be radical.<br />Wrongly accusing someone or making allegations without correct basis or context, may lead to a lot of discontentment.<br />But if your intention is pure and has no hint of hate, may God bless you for your efforts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/society-of-strangers.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/dakwathati.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4863568562708914284?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-13349744068998896812009-01-26T15:42:00.017+08:002009-02-15T13:13:57.275+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">BOYCE AVENUE - LOVESTONED [ACOUSTIC COVER]</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9wNAj2NToI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9wNAj2NToI&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SX1x6WdDd6I/AAAAAAAAA08/gniqm1erLfc/s400/hellraiser.jpg"></center><br /><br />The rise of modernity and technocracy gives rise to a society of strangers.<br /><br />Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, everyone somewhat knows everyone.<br />And everyone knows about everyone else's lives.<br />People are given the opportunity to portray the life, or 'pseudo-life' (as I'd term it) that they live in and at the same time, providing the opportunity for everyone to bitch about everyone else.<br /><br />So while everyone knows everyone, everyone either gains fans or haters for themselves; everyone becomes a celebrity in his or her own right.<br />But the best thing is, everyone doesn't necessarily have to meet everyone else face-to-face. <br />And everyone doesn't necessarily have to know the person, in person, before passing a judgment about that person.<br /><br />Everything above, would be my thesis statement; the lens in which would guide you through the rest of this entry.<br /><br />If you had guessed correctly, yes, I'll be talking about social networking sites today. <br /><br />Because, I realise that it's worth talking about, especially since I do not own a Facebook account, and everybody else is urging me to get one ever since forever.<br /><br />(But Am went like.. "It's ok. You can join the next thing that comes up after Facebook." Ahah. I'm probably living up to the 'kakak-kakak oldies' label given by her, after she notices that my car radio is always on Class 95 when she hitches a ride.)<br /><br />It is also due to the aftermath of digesting and pondering over a conversation that I had with a friend, regarding an e-mail that had upset her greatly.<br /><br />The upcoming will be divided into two parts; 'social networking sites' per se, and online diaries aka the all-infamous 'blog'.<br /><br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333><i>Social Networking Sites</i><br /><br />I've been on Friendster since 2003. So it's been, what, 6 years. <br />It's outdated, it's rotting, but it's there because it's just there. Either because I'm lazy, or because... I don't see the real point of social networking sites.<br /><br />We have evolutions, we have fads. And everything changes so very quickly. By the time I get a Facebook account, they would probably have something else.<br /><br />EC (EveryonesConnected), AM (AnakMelayu), FS (Friendster), MS (MySpace), FB (FaceBook).. What else.. oh yes.. Tagged.. Hmm. Then we have chatrooms with specific channels like that of mIRC.<br /><br />Many people have very different views on what social networking sites are for. <br /><br />For some, it's a place where you make new friends.<br />For others, it's a place where you keep in touch with old and current friends.<br />So, while some people go around 'adding' and/or 'accepting' people, others get irked by the fact that 'strangers' are adding them.<br /><br />But the ironic thing is, some of these people who go around 'adding' other people, don't even go through the most critical step of the friendship-making process; INTRODUCTION. There isn't a "Hi. My name is." anymore. <br /><br />It's now:<br /><li>add as friend<br /><li>accept<br /><li>[on comment box] "thanks for the add! taking care!"<br /><br />No. 1, You're the one adding the other party but <br />No. 2, You THANK the other party for adding you<br />No. 3, Are YOU asking ME to take care; or are you pre-empting that I'M asking YOU to take care, so you say it first, "oh yes I am taking care, thanks."?<br /><br />I can't imagine, in the real world, where you tap on someone's shoulder and claim them as your friend, without a single word of hi or hello, or smile, or a simple intro; and then walk off with a "taking care!"<br /><br />I think, I'd just take off my shoe and throw it at the person for being such a nuisance. But that is my Hyde speaking, so, no, I'm not that violent, don't worry. You can tap on my shoulder to 'add me as friend' anytime.<br /><br />The bottom line is, the line between virtual and reality has blurred. <br />You bring the virtual to the real world by saying "LOL" or "ROFL" when someone tells you a joke. Or even, have gatherings for these strangers that you've treated as real friends - Like, the melayu17 channel gatherings in mIRC back then. <br />And you bring the real world to the virtual, by asking your friends to join FB.<br /><br />I'll end this section with something that had caught my eye, and sums up the ridiculous things that go around quite nicely. I was attracted to his shoutout:<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SX182MBiMpI/AAAAAAAAA1E/rvhsZU87ukI/s400/fs.jpg"></center><br /><br />Very apt, don't you think? Because there's this whole "view and run" term being coined. Don't get me started on the number of 'friends' people have. Since it's probably for self-esteem purposes, I wouldn't be so mean as to get started on that.</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>The Blog Culture</i><br /><br />We have XiaXue, we have FauziRassull.<br />And we also have everybody else.<br /><br />While others don't see the point of blogs, because "diaries are meant to be private", some don't really mind sharing bits and pieces of their life to the world. <br />While some see it as publicity, some don't.<br /><br />Some say "It's my blog, so I'll say what I like" while others practice self-censorship.<br /><br />Some have tagboards and encounter "hate tags" and "spam", while others receive e-mails.<br /><br />All of this, in the name of the faceless world.<br /><br />Faceless meaning, there is no face to the 'name' of the person blogging, and there is no face to the 'name' of the person leaving hate tags.<br /><br />I say this because;<br />To what extent, can you guarantee, the life of the person you read about is real, or if the author himself is real?<br /><br />On the other hand;<br />Assuming all is "real", to what extent can you guarantee that the picture or judgement you get of him or her is not infallible? <br /><br />As an author who writes publicly, he/she practices a process called "editing" whereby there would be addition or omission of certain facts, or the unconscious twisting of certain encounters, according to his/her perception that it is in fact, real. And it is a genuine human flaw, actually.<br /><br />So anyway.<br /><br />Let's take the case of my friend.<br /><br />Background info on her blog: She keeps a style blog, where she updates on her recent purchases and things regarding fashion; like what she wears, her make up etc. Her mom passed away recently, and she updated on that.<br /><br />So she received a preaching e-mail that says she isn't dressed appropriately following the demise of her mother; and insisted that she wears the hijab at least for 100 days after the passing of her mom.<br /><br />She got very upset upon receiving the e-mail and lamented her plight to me, because she said that she knows I pray (but I don't wear the hijab).<br /><br />I theorised that she is the victim of first impressions, because the "sister" had judged her according to what she wears (or doesn't wear, as the case may be), and nothing else beyond that.<br /><br />(I jokingly told her that we have haters cos we're too hot. But, yes, keyword is 'jokingly'. I've never seen myself as more than average-looking, and also because being judged merely on first impressions are so passe, to me. I've been a victim for so long.)<br /><br />And I believe, that she isn't the only one; <br />and that many of us are "victims of first impressions". <br />Not only online, but also in the real world.<br /><br />But then again, this world isn't as real as we think it is.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/pbmuks-sim-mcms-collaboration.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/re-society-of-strangers.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1334974406899889681?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-59209032374128501802009-01-24T22:35:00.017+08:002009-01-26T17:44:20.270+08:00NUS and SIM collaborated for a Youth Entrepreneurship Camp for the kids from Jamiyah and Persatuan Ain.<br />I dropped by just now. <br />Ice breakers were hilarious.<br />It was lots of fun. But I was on drugs. Stupid flu.<br /><br />Er. We kinda had our own fun too, apart from the goings on during the camp. Haha.<br />What's with early morning breakfast at Zam Zam and finding out that Irah doesn't eat Prata..<br />And laughter-til-tears at lunch..<br />With Ohms DESPERATE attempt at trying to be Riz Sunawan but failed atrociously.<br />We were like "Cukup lah Ohm. Nobody can replace Riz Sunawan k."<br />Seriously. Riz Sunawan is too macho for ANYONE to imitate, or try replicate.<br />He's THE anchorman.<br />I'd upload the video after some editing.<br />It was crazy.<br />He created this panel-like forum talking about metrosexuals and homosexuals; when he's a metro himself.<br />Talk about the forum moderator supposedly being neutral.<br />Oh yes. And Ohm's attempt at speaking Bahasa. <br />Once in a lifetime opportunity.<br /><br />Oh! And we even lapsed into a debate on Riz Sunawan vs. Daud Yusoff.<br />HAHA. Sumpah kecoh. But the gist of it was, Riz wins hands down with his voice and personality, but Daud Yusoff's written works win. So 1 point for visual and 1 point for written. Tie.<br /><br />And not to forget Am, Faqee, Nad and my escapade to Bugis Junction on a Saturday, on the eve of the eve of Chinese New Year. Aiyo.. I've never seen so many human beings in one place at one time. Ok, maybe I have. It's just Singapore.<br />We borong like doughnuts and puffs and everything, just for the fun of it.<br />Even though there were a lot of food back at the camp. Haha..<br /><br />And my eyes are very heavy now.<br />Cos I just updated PBMUKS.org<br />And had to do some translating for the dual-language function of the site.<br />The plug-in is damn cool. And all of a sudden I feel so IT-savvy. (not that I'm IT-illiterate in the first place)<br /><br />Please do visit the PBMUKS.org site for more details on the event. (Click on the event under calendar)<br />Brief details:<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1st Feb, Sunday, Sultan Mosque.<br />GOH - Dr Fatimah Latiff, MP for GRC Marine Parade<br />Guest Appearance - Fiza O and Shah Iskandar</span><br /><br />With all the translating that I have to do in my job,<br />I might even decide to be a translator eh.<br /><br /><i>Argh. And I haven't done the minutes proper for last night's meeting.</i><br /><br />The problems of being effectively bilingual is that,<br />people assume you to be a walking dictionary.<br /><br />Come.<br />Translate this to Bahasa Baku for me: <span style="font-style:italic;">Monkey Cave.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Betul tu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh. Before I forget. Abang Abu rocks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-associations-affect-everyday-life.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/society-of-strangers.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5920903237412850180?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-59829978425562359532009-01-22T20:53:00.006+08:002009-02-27T13:54:37.745+08:00This entry is a no-brainer.<br /><br />--<br /><br />What happens if you get into your car first thing and saw these?<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXhusGKTYVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OrQYeCAvM4c/s400/Photo0015.jpg" width=300><br /><br />Fresh Jasmine blossoms.</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hahaha.. Confirm terperanjat monyet.<br /><br /><br /><br />It would have been freaky if Mom hadn't told me, before I went out of the house, that she was the one who put them there.<br /><br />But there was once though. The car smelt of jasmine. Like, seriously. No flowers. Just the smell. I got in the car; and my reflex action was to get back out of the car. HAHA!<br /><br />But I got back in ah.. And kept looking at the rear view mirror and the seat beside me before driving off.<br /><br />Am told me once, she went out of her room in the middle of the night and smelt the jasmine flower scent and she got freaked out. But then.. she heard a "psstt.." Haha.. Air freshener lah. Then ok already.<br /><br />And someone told me once that he and his friends played a prank on this guy who was sleeping.. sprayed jasmine-scented perfume on his blanket and at his window, woke him up, and then everyone pretended to sleep. They saw that he woke up panicking. Tsk tsk. -shakes head- Jahat.<br /><br />See. This is what happens when associations get too strong.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/disempowering-women.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/pbmuks-sim-mcms-collaboration.html">next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5982997842556235953?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-50603994033877183832009-01-20T21:53:00.015+08:002009-01-22T21:12:28.090+08:00<i>Before anything, I would just like to say this. In the morning, ERP ended at 9.25 am and I drove through the gantry at 9.24 am. In the evening, the ERP ended at 7:45 pm and I drove through the gantry at 7:42 pm. Dah. Tu jer. Nak lepaskan geram.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXXX8iIK0CI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Kd5uKkS69K0/s400/angelina-jolie-the-changeling.jpg"></center><br /><br /><em>Changeling</em> is a must-watch.<br />Sociologically-laden.<br />It should be a movie to be screened in Emotions in Social Life lecture or something.<br />And worth every single cent of your money and every single second of your time.<br /><br />The upcoming might or might not be spoilers, cos it's based on a true story. If you were to Wiki it, you pretty much would get the whole story. Or better still, if you already know of the story, then, basically, that is it. With some restructuring, of course.<br /><br /><em>**But if you don't know anything about it, it's best to remain in the dark and let the story reveals itself to you. That's what happened to me anyway. I came in with zero expectations, and left with suppressed violent emotions. Hah.</em><br /><br /><br />So. Context. Set in the early 20th Century, the Industrialisation Revolution and the waves of feminist movements have already taken place. And the fact that there were females working, and Christine Collins taking up a strategic position in her workplace speaks volumes on the status elevation of women.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />Set in a patriarchal society where women's position is still second class, we find this female figure inadvertently fighting for liberation and justice, when all she wanted was to get her son back. She wasn't "on a mission" per se, but she became a local hero overnight.<br /><br />But the support she garnered more or less becomes the deciding factor.<br />At least, that was what the boyfriend and I concluded. <br />Meaning, if there weren't specific institutions with as much power as the authority (LAPD), change couldn't have been achieved. She got a lot of people at her back.<br /><br />And the best part? It was sociological in every single way. State and authority, the legal systems, the resistance, social agents, their agency, gender roles, POWER STRUCTURES; POWER CONFIGURATIONS; POWER PLAY... <br /><br />And it can also be critiqued in the literary sense. How Christine was literally silenced; reflecting the suppressed state of women in a patriarchal society at the time.<br /><br />But the patriarchal system wasn't played up, because of the fact that there were supportive male figures that were seen throughout the movie. It was more of a critique on State and Authority rather than Patriarchy.<br /><br />Casting was superb.<br /><br />Angelina Jolie usually acts on her sex appeal.. But this time. She really acted.<br />And to act in a setting like that? Superbly challenging. We thought that she deserved an award for her acting. It really wasn't her at all. It really tested her acting skills. The emotions, the role. <strike><font color=cccccc>(Which I found out later that she did get an award, in the recent Golden Globe awards)</strike> She was nominated, but didn't win. The winner of "Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Drama" was Kate Winslet in Revolutionary Road. </font><br /><br />The other supporting casts were undoubtedly superb as well. You feel like strangling the Captain for example. I punched my thigh a few times throughout the movie. I got so emotionally affected even after the show ended.<br /><br />We talked about it over dinner, in the car..<br />And I got so distracted, that I didn't even realise my headlights WERE NOT switched on.<br /><br />The Alpha Femaleness within me arose almost instantaneously.<br /><br />It all adds up.<br /><br />In the morning, when I was driving to school, there was a car in front of me with one of those signs at the back that said "Women make the best leaders"<br /><br />HAHA<br /><br />I wanted to change lanes and speed up to catch a glimpse of the driver and give her the salute hand action. But I didn't. Sekali the driver is a guy eh.<br /><br />The boyfriend said that the sign was sexist; when I told him about it. LOL. Ironic, but I used to be rather androcentric before.<br /><br />When I said I'd get one of those kind of signs for my car, he kinda stared at me. But I know he knows what I'm getting at. <br />And I know he's all for it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center>-------<br /><br /><i>"you're an alpha female sayang<br />you'd be somebody great one day<br />i'm sure of it<br />when that time comes, i hope i'm beside you .."</center></i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-generation.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-associations-affect-everyday-life.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5060399403387718383?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-50906174566138316222009-01-19T22:38:00.015+08:002009-01-20T23:21:03.920+08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">You know.<br />I never thought, (faceless) people can still be so uncivilised. -shrugs-<br />Haha..<br />That wasn't a laugh; it was a scoff. <br /><br />People should learn how to speak properly, and talk <span style="font-weight:bold;">IN CONTEXT</span>, and THEN, I would attend to their feeble needs. <br />Because?<br />I don't deal very well with senseless amateur remarks. <br />Meaning, they go wherever the wind takes them; a passing remark; something not worth my time and notice.<br /><br />But I do respect that people have come a long way, to read about my theories and my paradigms, mostly on society, and nibble-sized nuggets of my obscure life.<br /><br />Through this, I've just experienced first hand, the plus points of gatekeeping ;)</span><br /><br />...<br /><br />So anyway.<br /><br />SC3101 wasn't that bad.<br />Talking about androcentrism, and the dearth of female pioneers unrecorded.<br />Human Sexuality would be tomorrow.<br /><br />Year 2 Sem 2's timetable isn't as bad as I thought it would be; because it was a mess in my mind, but after drafting it out on Excel, things look rather alright. It's mostly a 4-day week for me. But the odd week tutorials for Gender in Malay Societies is at 0800 on Fridays (that totally kills my ideal 4-day week) is so random; that Am was cursing and swearing; cos it's her free day as well. <br /><br /><center>(Clickable)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXUvIWJy46I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1Cl9BriIJpk/s1600-h/time.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXUvIWJy46I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/1Cl9BriIJpk/s400/time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293188757476008866" /></a></center><br /><br />I guess I managed to tone her down when I said "I'll fetch you ok?" Haha..<br /><br />Just so you know. <br />Mai is so on the ball right now. O Level year lah katakan.<br />So she was asking me last night: <br /><br />"Kak. Is it possible for me to get 5 points for L1R4 and 7 points for L1R5?"<br /><br />I'm like "uhmm.. yaaa.. If you score all As ah.."<br /><br />Then she asked me to test her on static electricity (Physics)..<br /><br />Then after that, I asked her if she wanted to do Maths, cos I could coach her that night - and I felt super on to start on my readings as well.<br /><br />Then..<br />I tested out the camera on my new F480.<br /><br />So here you go.<br />When you study, you need a steady supply of chocolates. And of course, it's also because the boyfriend had decided to give you a whole huge box of it and you can't finish it on your own.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXSTsOTorOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yxc4F6dhB64/s400/Photo0009.jpg" ><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXSTrwyZ_KI/AAAAAAAAA0I/It60sYj-DvI/s400/Photo0008.jpg" ><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXSTrfO-0MI/AAAAAAAAA0A/UDpS5I8NThc/s400/Photo0007.jpg" ><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXSTqzQx67I/AAAAAAAAAz4/2kkUCOXszbw/s400/Photo0006.jpg" ></center><br /><br />And Mai told me that she scored well for her Physics test just now =)<br /><br />Truth be told, I've never been worried about her.<br />It's just Mom.<br />The anxiety of parenting, I'd say.<br /><br />And on my part, I just want to clear this Sem, maintain/pull up my CAP, and clear my Honours, do my Masters, doctorate, whatever, and lead the life of a female activist and a society changemaker; do really well in life. <br />Honour the people who have supported, cherish the people who scoffed and never believed, and InsyaAllah, fulfil my duty of the Fardhu Kifayah.<br /><br />Being 21 suddenly gives a whole new meaning to life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthdays-haul-post.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/disempowering-women.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5090617456613831622?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-68120593494512120932009-01-19T12:30:00.022+08:002009-02-15T13:20:01.963+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">NEYO_JAMIE FOXX - SHE GOT HER OWN</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="2OcB_ZGMClQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OcB_ZGMClQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br /><br />I'll go out of my way and introduce a lot of fun, colours and bubbles in this entry. =)<br /><br /><i>And this post took a verrrryyy long time to do up. All in the name of visuals.</i><br /><br /><br /><b><center><font size=3><font color=006666>-----------------------<br />8TH JANUARY 2009<br />-----------------------</center></font></font></b><br /><br /><font color=006666>It is this man's birthday. Pictures are courtesy of 14th of January, because; we found out, that as men grow older, they learn to appreciate the camera more. i.e. He has learnt how to camwhore <br />-.-" <br />(The first few are candid caught-in-the-act shots)<br /><center><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQZz-cN5lI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HibEo_Yy8ec/s400/white+025.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQZzkceYQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0nl4qddQmaI/s400/white+024.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQZzbG-dMI/AAAAAAAAAyY/LuqAMr23m0s/s400/white+027.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQZzIkC50I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tPOx5KbpmWk/s400/white+048.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQZy1-o1vI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mu1J5mRNKhs/s400/white+053.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNSh5HM0cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XGoz3DBtwoY/s320/white+051.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNShmGXuTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/H_qYax7XVaE/s320/white+037.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNRtBaOZSI/AAAAAAAAAwo/G5hCvtZriG4/s320/white+050.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNRswA1zRI/AAAAAAAAAwg/zKzxEIhN03U/s320/white+049.JPG" width=300><br /></center><br /><br />I know. People like Lyn would be laughing her ass off looking at the camwhored pictures of my boyfriend. <br /><br />...<br /><br />Started out with <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-fireman.html" target="blank">[The Tale of A Fireman]</a><br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNL2jCRN8I/AAAAAAAAAug/IB-VczMYnYo/s320/birthday09+038.JPG" width=300><br />We visited Haikal first before spending the rest of the day. The rest of the day constituted lunch at Secret Recipe and just spending time together the whole day. =)</center><br /><br />Oh. Today was gift-exchange day too, by the way. We were supposed to do it on the 10th, because that's the midpoint between both our birthdays i.e. (8+12)/2 for you Math people out there. <br /><br />When I asked why, he said that he was afraid my presents would melt. Ahah. Nampak sah giveaway - chocolates. But he said the meltable ones are the side deco, the main gifts won't melt. -.-" <br /><br />So on the 8th it was. Macam Christmas. My box was HUGE by the way. And very heavy.<br /><br />He wanted to do a lot of things, like just fill up the whole box with chocolates, and get me to search for my own present, only to find that it is in my room when I get back, or put box after box after box inside. But I guess he was too kind.<br /><br /><br /><center><b>MINE</b><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNKenRaTlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3fn0S2Gm2Ag/s320/birthday09+025.JPG" width=300><br />Besar!<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNL1dKs9AI/AAAAAAAAAuI/zqr4wifmzHE/s320/birthday09+028.JPG" width=300><br />Baby Rayyan posing with my gifts<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNL1k5CRQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jqWSqgJ_j8k/s320/birthday09+026.JPG" width=300><br />I love the bow =)<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNL2D0MP-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/2ohOsoC-GOw/s320/birthday09+031.JPG" width=300><br />The inside.THERE WAS A LOT! A mixture of chocolates.. but the picture only shows Rocher. Haha.. And when I opened the box, the whole car had the aroma of delicious chocolates. So.. He actually, ate some of them. Haha.. It's not the first time though! He baked me a batch of cookies once, only to finish them himself. -.-"<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNMpnTnfsI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RXmv3sEYOCw/s320/birthday+09+032.JPG" width=300><br />Miracle<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNMpznFRqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/rLhLbykCiS4/s320/birthday+09+034.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQaprZ1EWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/TChfndSOXgQ/s400/birthday+09+035.JPG" width=300><br /><br />He told me that there was only 2 pieces of this. He wanted to get me a Guess one, but got turned off when the salesperson said that it was a bestseller. If you hadn't figured out, we both appreciate exclusive and customised things. Hence, he wouldn't disclose the price.<br /><br />The last few pictures shows the intricate details. We're both suckers for details too. You'd know what I mean when you see the gift I got him. Haha.. I got it because of the sleek details as well. LOL.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQapVX817I/AAAAAAAAAy4/eW_PXHntcIk/s400/birthday+09+036.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQapNG2vTI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7ZpeQnIlvR0/s400/birthday+09+037.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>THE GIFTMAKING PROCESS</b><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNJDcjJJaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/9pLWj3VCXg4/s320/birthday09+004.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNJDkuJjDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SwkKdf-51UY/s320/birthday09+008.JPG" width=300><br />Super sleek. Very elegant. And.. The details at the side that doesn't overwhelm the sleek outlook.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNJDC9sj7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/WcvkmRaL5Nc/s320/birthday09+002.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNKdODGhZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Hkg39c00_bo/s320/birthday09+013.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNJEOqh9UI/AAAAAAAAAtY/XXNivcGc4kY/s320/birthday09+011.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNJEA-EOuI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/b1n0AbHQEJ8/s320/birthday09+010.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNKdZE2SVI/AAAAAAAAAto/RvPfSZ6H4Lk/s320/birthday09+016.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNKd_r2xzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/SLhTHkuj5AU/s320/birthday09+017.JPG" width=300><br /></center><br />He was very touched with the gift because he said that he knew I put in a lot of effort into it, and he felt bad because all he did was put together "bought" stuff. Haha.. He's so cute.<br /> <br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNOH1NImDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/U3hjzc5i428/s320/10012009120.jpg" width=300><br />So he is now a GL convert. Haha..</center><br /><br />So there it was! Our very own Christmas. Lol.</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center><font size=3><font color=FF33CC>-----------------------<br />10TH JANUARY 2009<br />-----------------------</center></font></font></b><br /><br /><font color=FF33CC>It was supposed to be OUR birthday celebration - the 10th. We actually planned for a joined one. We were planning venue, theme, even guest list. And the best part about 10th Jan 2009 was it falls on a Saturday. But.. Things didn't really work out as planned. We'll see what happens next year. It falls on a weekend too.<br /><br />It wasn't a good start to the day (but it ended well). We met up for late lunch/dessert at Swensens, and I went off to meet my girlfriends at Town while he went to Arab Street for Sheesha with Mimi, Faizah and Kirq. He fetched me at the end of the day.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNOHIFJBNI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HowXIaVFNmg/s320/10012009109.jpg" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNOHZOj6RI/AAAAAAAAAvg/LiK8EMyNLcQ/s320/10012009112.jpg" width=300><br /><br />People who saw us that day had only one thing to say "Terang nya! Korang dua betul2 tanak kena langgar eh!" Haha.. I actually got shocked that he turned up in something as bright as me.</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><b>TOWN WITH THE GIRLS</b><br /><br />Radz shrieked when she first saw me, because, of course, Marlia has had oh-so-long hair since forever... Hahaha.. =)<br /><br />We were at Balcony first, but decided on Indochine in the end.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQcXjFf2GI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AK9iqeZHZQY/s400/DSC02944.JPG" width=300><br />Sesungguhnya background spoil<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNFkJGyo4I/AAAAAAAAArg/jwOiDNXTNSg/s320/DSC02948.JPG" width=300><br />MRI brainscan<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNFkO_0OVI/AAAAAAAAAro/DdJlbpNHSOM/s320/DSC02949.JPG" width=300><br />MRI brainscan again<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQbjyA7owI/AAAAAAAAAzo/8wqgW9JofVc/s400/DSC02954.JPG" width=300><br />Cosmopolitan, Pussyfoot, Safe Sex on the Beach<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQbjhI610I/AAAAAAAAAzg/_4kcWg9ix8s/s400/DSC02958.JPG" width=300><br />And we didn't realise that we ordered all pink drinks<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQbjizEMQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/XgKfC9f5eGU/s400/DSC02959.JPG" width=300><br />So of course there needs to be a shot of the pinks =)<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNGH2x4ouI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1tcL6TEzoJE/s320/DSC02960.JPG" width=300><br />The loves<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNGIB-puRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZAy-IKX438E/s320/DSC02965.JPG" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNGIbdk3fI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CkDxYiHIv5Q/s320/DSC02977.JPG" width=300><br />Birthday cakes!<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQbjlUVdQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7ImroJeqh3Y/s400/DSC02979.JPG" width=300><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNGRRrviwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4lPVZlG-Dfo/s320/DSC02984.JPG" width=300></center><br /><br />The reason why I felt like 20 turning <strike>21</strike> 12 on that night.. They sang me birthday songs, and actually blew those party horns. Serious! Ina had a stash of party stuff inside her bag! Tsk tsk -shakes head- =) <br /><br />It was a beautiful night out with the girls...<br /><br />We'd do chillout girl sessions with beautiful live music (this time) again, definitely. =)</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center><font size=3><font color=FF6600>-----------------------<br />11TH JANUARY 2009<br />-----------------------</center></font></font></b><br /><br /><font color=FF6600>From Firah's birthday last year, the parents decided that there needs to be the big family dinner: Ibu, Ayah, Me, Mine, Firah, Hers, Mai, Hers.<br /><br />But for Firah's birthday, mine couldn't make it. And for mine, Firah's couldn't make it. I think Mai's upoming one would have the full family portrait. Haa..<br /><br /><center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNQMnIMcQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/lOhoHmFEXZc/s320/birthday+09+023.JPG" width=300><br />Earthquake<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNQN5qeHNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8PO4zfWSIP4/s320/birthday+09+003.JPG" width=300><br />Mai and Hazim<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNQNMcQYwI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6PxdjpAL-yA/s320/birthday+09+018.JPG" width=300><br />Ayah and Ibu<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNQMLOk-ZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/c6r7b2eAr5E/s320/birthday+09+027.JPG" width=300><br />Maizurah, Marlia, Musfirah Mohamed =)<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNQNf5tc2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/x50nzH_T_YA/s320/birthday+09+013.JPG" width=300><br />I was like "ASAL PAKAI BAJU SAMER?!" -.-" They looked like brothers that night.</center></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center><font size=3><font color=FFFF00>-----------------------<br />12TH JANUARY 2009<br />-----------------------</center></font></font></b><br /><br /><font color=FFFF00><center>Happy 21st Birthday to me<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXNOG56kw8I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ehPBP3KVrEU/s320/10012009108.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />And you guys know <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-you-turn-21.html" target="blank">[the story.]</a> =(</font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center><font size=3><font color=3399FF>-----------------------<br />19TH JANUARY 2009<br />-----------------------</center></font></font></b><br /><br /><font color=3399FF>There's a lot of January babies out there.<br /><br />For starters, belated birthday shoutouts to:<br />Fai (2nd Jan)<br />Nadlyn (3rd Jan) and <br />Jannah, my beloved Capricorn cousin (7th Jan)<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/ST3zuRyl6rI/AAAAAAAAAgU/1YbCQQsDDNQ/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" width=300><br />JANNAH<br />You might find her familiar because her face has been splashed across newspapers for breaking records here and there. She was from the Singapore Sports' School, and her boyfriend is hot. HAHA. Happy 17th sayang. (17th kan?)</center><br /><br /><br />And TODAY, the 19th!<br /><br />We have Norazidah Ali and Kaizer. =)<br /><br />Asz; I haven't met for ages, except for the occassional terserempak somewhere somewhen..<br />and Kaizer; Well... Never, after everything. I hope he's doing ok and all. I still have his CD of songs composed for me; from the start of us knowing each other to.. Yeah.<br />Old news.<br /><br />Happy 21st Asz, <br />and Happy 24th Kaizer =)<br /><br />Are we allowed to rip people's pictures and put them up on our blogs? Haha.. Ok, I'd do it for Asz.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXQbjYtKeiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gTRddP91W6k/s400/asz.jpg" width=300><br />Happy Birthday babe!</center></font><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/revival.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align="right"><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-generation.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-6812059349451212093?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-44195625273158124612009-01-18T18:12:00.014+08:002009-01-19T13:04:49.055+08:00<b><center>LEFTHANDED - SERUAN</b><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wotDq-aXoyQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wotDq-aXoyQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Kembalikan rock lama.<br /><br />Hahaha.. Seriously. There's nothing like old school rock.<br /><br />I want an old school rock revival.<br /><br />I can still remember going to Rock Opera. My dad's idea.<br />Damn. Lovehunters, Nash.. They still got it, man.<br /><br />Someone asked me for my dad's name, wondering if he was one of those famous rockers of his time. Haha.. Tak eh actually. He just happened to teach me the guitar when I kicked it off at the age of 12. And he was the one who taught me to tune the guitar using our keyboard. (That was when I found out that the guitar and piano had the same scales). And he was the one who told me to be confident and not look at the fretboard while playing. It's about the "feel". Haha..<br /><br />But I don't think he knows what he had started, cos from the time I was 12 til now that I'm 21, I've owned 4 guitars. Lol. It's down to 3 now though. <br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHjWLgkuleI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHjWLgkuleI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><i>I forgot to add my Marshall Amp. But it's only an MG15.</i></center><br /><br />And there was once I was playing Iron Man on the guitar in my room, and he came in and he was like "Wow. Black Sabbath." Hahaha.. Macam tak percaya gitu kan his daughter can play.<br /><br />Uhmm.. I don't think he knows I can play lead too, actually. Heh. <br /><br />Hmm. The first few songs he taught me when I was 12 was by Deep Purple. So I kinda grew into old school rock. And it's evergreen, I swear. Nobody makes music like this anymore.<br /><br />And legendary guitarists.. People talk about Man Kidal when you talk about Lefthanded. People talk about Slash when you talk about Guns And Roses. i.e. "No Slash, no GnR".<br /><br />I've always wondered if I'm gonna make that deep of an impact with my band though.<br />Haha.. Tak payah wonder eh. Kalau ada band da cukup bagus. Ah.. Ya. I'm still unsettled about the line up ever since forever.<br /><br />And currently.<br />I'm having an affair with my bassist.<br />Cos he rocks the bass like Sheehan and he's as hot as hot.<br />And he drums so well he made other drummers cry when he freeforms.<br />And he sings.<br />Senang cakap, kita da fill up all positions in the band if he's gonna play all of those.<br /><br />Not really eh. Haha.<br /><br />I mean. We can, if we were to record a master.<br /><br />But to perform.. Ada problem sikit.<br /><br />So the purpose of this entry is actually...<br /><br /><br />I want to jam.<br />And I want a real band.<br />I don't want bands like the ones I've been in before.<br /><br />I don't think I wanna play metal anymore.<br />I think it's fine for warmups, and for soundchecks.<br />Metal's great for the skills.<br />Lots of technical stuff.<br />Great fun to jam to because of the enticing scales and melody.<br /><br />But I've passed that stage. It gets tiring after a while. <br />I think it's cos I'm growing old. <br /><br />Or maybe cos I want to be in a band that doesn't have a limited scope; in a society that is already too small for fanbases.<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br />By the way. Have I mentioned, I FEEL GOOD???<br /><br />I FEEL GOOD! tenetenetenenet.. You know that I would.. tenetenetenenet...<br /><br />WHY??<br /><br />Oh. Cos I've relented to my OCD and cleared and organised.<br />And I feel soooo gooodddd... Cos everything looks neat and nice. And even my lappy is looking good. I've burned pictures in CDs and labelled them in albums, so I don't take up too much space in here.. New folders. Everything. <br /><br /><br /><center>(clickable)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXMNiztY3BI/AAAAAAAAArI/DcjS5I0-FO0/s1600-h/desktop.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXMNiztY3BI/AAAAAAAAArI/DcjS5I0-FO0/s320/desktop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292588878737759250" /></a><br /><br /><i>I designed the ambigram on my wallpaper. It's a logo for a brand I'm starting. I'll talk more about it soon. Tapi tu tak penting, yang penting.. NEATNESS! I feel so happy everytime my lappy greets me now.</i></center><br /><br />For the room, re-organised my clothes and shoes and bags and books..<br />For clothes, it's like, insides together, formal together, prints together, jeans together, dresses together.. You get the picture.. Haha. Suka!<br /><br />For the jamming space, the amp is back into the wall, the guitars are neatly ordered, the cables are nicely wound into place.<br /><br />Woohh.<br /><br />Try it. It makes you feel in control. <br /><br /><br />LIKE TOTALLY! -shakes butt and joget joget-<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>--<br />This is random. But I just got a call from the boyfriend saying he's at his aunt's new house.. Which costs SGD 6.5 million. And he said it looks exactly like the Cullens' house in Twilight. He said his "heart pain", because it's the private house he had always been dreaming of. But. Dreams do come true baby. =)</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-sex.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthdays-haul-post.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4419562527315812461?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-22536020028683922942009-01-17T21:31:00.012+08:002009-01-18T18:51:03.044+08:00But before that.<br />Do you know make up is a woman's best friend?<br />Who said it was diamonds?<br />Not for me, at least.<br /><br />So I didn't go to the first 2 days of school; which means I didn't go for SC3101 on Monday and SC3219 on Tuesday. <br /><br />And I seriously felt confined at home, so I WANTED so badly to go to school on Wednesday.<br /><br />The spots and patches on my body didn't clear up by then, but the face was more or less cleared.<br /><br />So I donned long sleeves and corduroy pants, and used concealer for the spots on my neck area. Only to realise I was using a white top. But I didn't stain it I think. <br /><br />Fikir-fikir balik.. Macam skill eh.. Didn't get the concealer on my white top.<br /><br />After all the makeup, I smiled at the mirror and said "There. As good as new."<br /><br />Hahahaha..<br /><br />Actually. I was on the verge of using a turtleneck. <br />But with the weather nowadays, mintak kena cap <span style="font-style:italic;">tebiat nak mampos</span> right wear that.<br />Skye pandai go and say it's cold that day.<br />Thank God I didn't listen to him and went with my gut instincts of weather prediction.<br /><br />And.. Why corduroy? Cos I was gonna meet the boyfriend after school, and he just bought a new pair of brown corduroy from Zara. So, he asked me to wear mine also. Haha..<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXHuAJOKwVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/LmEducUD6g4/s320/white+055.JPG"></center><br /><br /><br />So. I felt liberated. And happy. To be out in the sun.<br />And also excited cos I have been so looking forward to school, but I didn't even manage to go for the first two days. Upset =(<br /><br />And when I started the car, I actually went "WOOOHHH!!!"<br /><br />Giler kan? I know. But I was alone. And nobody else was in the carpark. So.<br /><br />And the lesson on that Wednesday was Sociology of Deviance.<br /><br />And it rocks.<br /><br />I almost - ALMOST - made up my mind for my career - I wanted to be a criminologist; one of the things that I really wanted to do.<br /><br />Everything the lecturer said made sense.<br />And since Sociology is a subversive discipline, coupled with the fact that studying Crime and Deviance sociologically is doubly subversive;<br />I enjoyed myself thoroughly.<br /><br /><font color=cccccc>"Deviants are meant to be appreciated".<br /><br />And "The only way to lower crime rates is to abolish all laws."<br />"Theoretically."</font><br /><br />Which is, true. If there is no law, there won't be any crime.<br />So we were talking about the intricate relationships between deviance, crime, state, law..<br /><br />I've never paid so much attention in any other lecture before. Haha. :P<br />Or maybe it was cos I was excited being in school after being confined at home.<br /><br />And when we were talking about how some things that are being criminalised don't make sense, he was talking about how oral sex used to be a crime until two years ago.<br />Back then, oral sex is a crime, if you don't "follow through the whole process". <br /><br />Which means, right, if you were to give someone a blow job, you had better make sure there is vaginal intercourse.<br /><br />Because if you don't, you can go to jail.<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA<br /><br />Obviously, we had a good laugh.<br /><br />Because, seriously, who was to know who "finishes up" that foreplay with sex?<br /><br />And and! NUH did a study and it said that 75% of men ejaculate prematurely.<br /><br />Then the whole lecture hall senyap.<br /><br />Then the lecturer asked, "Uhh.. You do know what ejaculating prematurely means right?"<br /><br />hahahahahhaa...<br /><br />So basically, following the old law, 75% of males would theoretically be in jail because.. they.. terlepas. LOL.<br /><br />Then he moved on to talk about how some crimes have double standards.<br />Like.. how masturbating in public is criminal, but masturbating in NUH at the third floor isn't; because you'd be donating your sperms and doing good for the nation.<br /><br />Seriously, he cracks me up. <br /><br />He's a criminologist, by the way. =)<br /><br />Haha.. Uni's so much fun. <br /><br />Because as Singaporeans, you tend to get all reserved and contrived because of the fact that Freedom of Speech is a mere illusion. So, behind closed doors is where Undergrads and their deviant lecturers have all the intellectually stimulating fun that nobody else might be able to enjoy outside.<br /><br />And when I told the boyfriend that I might wanna be a criminologist, and if he follows through with his plans of either joining Prisons or being a CNB officer, I said that we'd be fighting all the time.<br /><br />Because, criminologists appreciate crime and deviance, and <b>not so much</b> the law enforcers :P<br /><br />But on the other hand, if I were to teach and he decides to go on with teaching as well, it'd be kinda boring; cos the only thing we can talk about is the kids in school. <br /><br />So I'd prefer the friendly arguments that would spice up our lives. Hahaha..<br /><br />I enjoy discourses by the way.<br />Which is why I appreciate the fact that this boy is eloquent enough to speak his mind and is man enough to challenge some of my thoughts and ideas; yet at the same time gentleman enough to give in at times. HAHA!<br />(He's not from NUS by the way. So stop the search.)<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXHt_vvFXnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dc8nj33-LgQ/s320/white+036.JPG"></center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SXHt_yKad1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/Oo7522_UDNQ/s320/white+040.JPG"><br />"Sorry baby.. You were saying?"</center><br /><br />Haha..<br /><br /><br />My modules this Semester are kinda fun, really.<br /><br />SC3101 - Social Thought and Social Theory<br />SC2212 - Sociology of Deviance<br />SC3219 - Sexuality in Comparative Perspective<br />MS3215 - Malays and Modernization<br />MS3216 - Gender in Malay Societies<br /><br />As seen from above, I'll be doing a lot of work on Sex.<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHA.. Happening ke pe.<br /><br />I didn't go for SC3219 kan. So I asked Fad how the module was. He said I'd like it.. Cos they show soft porn in class -.-"<br />Like, whatever seh Fad. <br />He said that the lecturer showed a lesbian clip. <br />I said "Suka ah tu"<br />Then he said "Suka apa seh tgk ramai-ramai. Tgk sorang2 ah suka."<br />Ahhh.. Sembaranggggg...<br /><br />And we actually had to sign a consent form!<br /><br /><center><i>"By the nature of its subject matter, SC3219 Sexuality in Comparative Perspective deals with sex. Invariably, linguistic, textual and visual representations of sex will appear throughout the semester. Depending on the eye of the beholder, some of these depictions may be deemed by some to be graphic, gratuitous, or objectionable, and yet by others to be popular, humourous, bland, clinical, educational or alluring."</center></i><br /><br /><br />And after the Deviance lecture, I was actually fantasizing myself as a criminologist; following through my Honours and Masters. My life is gonna be so much fun!<br /><br />But the only drawback is something that my lecturer himself acknowledges; that I found myself nodding to - There's so much that you can KNOW, as a criminologist, but there's very little you can DO. (Singapore is a very small country.)<br /><br />And knowing me, I want to DO as much as I KNOW.<br />I can't keep still. I have to do things. Change things.<br />We'll see what happens.<br /><br />We'll pull through Year 2 Sem 2 first.<br /><br /><br />--<br /><i>I still haven't gotten some pictures I've been waiting for, so I'll wait a while before starting on the haul birthday post that has been so very postponed</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-you-turn-21.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/revival.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2253602002868392294?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-46041317154829292052009-01-12T21:36:00.016+08:002009-02-15T13:21:55.788+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">FUNTWO - HAPPY BIRTHDAY</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCjxATbiF6I&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCjxATbiF6I&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br />A link to the video of this bloody cool song: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCjxATbiF6I" target="blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCjxATbiF6I</a><br /><br><br />One way to usher in your 21st birthday is:<br /><br /><li>To spend the whole night restless<br /><li>Have your lips, ears and fingers swell crazily<br /><li>Red spots and patches all over your body<br /><li>A surprise birthday gift of a blood test on the left arm<br /><li>and a medicinal jab on the right arm<br /><li>Dawned on you that you're hemophobic<br /><li>And got you giddy as hell<br /><li>so crawled into bed and didn't eat the whole day<br /><li>Finally crawled OUT of bed to get food in the kitchen<br /><li>Only to realise you collapsed.<br /><li>But luckily your mom is THE FLASH and got to you before your plate fell<br /><li>and before your head hit the ground<br /><li>Pulled you into her lap and kept talking to you<br /><li>to get a response<br /><li>so that you won't drift into total unconsciousness<br /><li>And you don't see a thing but hear commotion from your sister's voice as well<br /><li>Get yourself bedridden cos you don't wanna collapse again<br /><li>Thank your lucky stars you didn't let anyone visit you<br /><li>and see the state you're in<br /><li>But at the same time have your heart beam with pride at how much love and thoughtfulness people around you are showing<br /><br />I scolded myself for being a weakling because I actually wanted to solat baring, but I managed to solat properly in the end. Serious. I scolded myself for being so weak.<br /><br />But all in all; I'm happy.<br /><br />I wasn't in the morning though.. I woke up all angsty, and wanted to punch the mirror showing the reflection of a hideous monster. But I didn't. I think because I old already. Dah relax. Haha.. (Ina said she would be all emo and sad and angry too if it happened on her birthday) <br /><br />Thank you <font color=999999>Ina</font> for planning to come by after work with ice cream and watch videos.<br />My thanks to <font color=999999>him</font> as well. For almost everything. For respecting my wishes. For saying I'm still his Miss Universe, no matter what. For everything.<br />To <font color=999999>Ibu</font> who was The Flash. My superwoman who flew across the room.<br />To <font color=999999>Firah</font> who made me hot milo.<br />To <font color=999999>the doctor</font> who gave me 2 long needle jabs for my birthday present. <br />And for panicking more than me looking at my state.<br />To <font color=999999>Ayah</font> who got the bill of a few hundreds for the jabs and medicine and everything.<br />To <font color=999999>Mai</font> for the hug and kiss.<br />To <font color=999999>local YouTubers</font> for their song dedications. Heh. (Ni part sweet giler.)<br />I'd name <font color=999999>Syafiqque</font> for his vid upload. <font color=999999>Ice</font> over the phone. <font color=999999>Zax</font> over the local YouTube Fm.<br />To <a href="http://alynism.blogspot.com" target="blank">[Lyn]</a>, <a href="http://friqeking.blogspot.com" target="blank">[Fiqque]</a> and <a href="http://cherrypiee.blogspot.com" target="blank">[Dy]</a> (and whoever else) who uploaded huge pictures of me and dedicated a birthday post for me...<br /><br />Actually, to everyone who genuinely cared.<br /><br />Adi thought that he didn't know turning 21 was gonna be this hard. And said that he thanks God he's still young. Young aper. Brapa bulan lagi da 21 also.<br /><br />The influx of SMSes and calls the previous night.<br />I'm truly, truly touched that so many people remembered, despite not being in contact for so long..<br />There's too many to name.. <br />But the calls and SMSes at the strike of 12, really made my night, despite the fact I was in great agony, <br />of which I tried to hide as well as possible;<br />but only those who called got to know the real situation.<br /><br />But thankfully, celebrations were early.<br />Went out with my girls on Saturday.<br />And the family-minus Aslam on Sunday.<br /><br />I will update on that as soon as I get some pictures. (:<br /><br />I love everyone for caring so much about me.<br /><br />First day of school (that I didn't go to), first day of being 21;<br />not how I imagined, but I thank God I'm alive,<br />and I thank God for the beautiful people around me.<br /><br />I hope I get well enough to go to school soon, cos, gosh; I really miss the smell of NUS.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-results.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-sex.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4604131715482929205?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-12690301888634005742009-01-12T09:27:00.003+08:002009-01-12T22:32:17.588+08:00The GCE'O' Level results are out today<br />and I'm the one yang tak tentu arah. God.<br /><br />All the best to everyone taking their results..<br /><br />To Yana, Iqbal and Atira - special shoutout. I will call you to ask how you are (and of course ask for your results too) so answer your phone. Thank you. Get ready!<br /><br />(Oh. Let me know how some of your classmates did as well. Miss Marlia nak KPO.)<br /><br />And mwah! I love every single one of you (:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessed.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-you-turn-21.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1269030188863400574?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-30848878047740765662009-01-11T15:46:00.015+08:002009-02-15T13:23:51.503+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">ZAIBAKTIAN - LELAKI BARU</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJjjTHA5qE&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJjjTHA5qE&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />I was bored so got Darling out from the case and started strumming to this song. Then I was like "Ehh.. Ehh..." And laughed to myself. Alamak, guess lah the chord progression.<br /><br />Like what Fiqque and I had concluded - orang Melayu punya favourite chords. Haha..<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">C Am F G</span></center><br /><br />You play around with this four chords, and you can play most of the Malay songs ever written. <br />I was gonna catch on the solos but I haven't gotten to that yet because I wanted to lash out my views on a certain something that attracted my attention so I better attend to this first before the fire runs out.<br /><br /><br /><br />---<br />(I've promised a mass haul post; cos there's been a lot going on for the past few days of early Jan. But that's not gonna happen right here right now.)<br /><br />I was watching TV - <em>Oh wow. Marlia tengok TV seh.</em> <br />Yeah, one of the rare occassions that I actually <strong>do</strong> - I had to watch Suria's advertisement on this show called <b>REC</b>.<br /><br />And they were talking about the Malay youths and drinks.<br />And they were filming on site some kids' BBQ pit.<br /><br />I was like.. Alamakkkk... Suria, Suria. Tsk tsk. First <span style="font-weight:bold;">Hanyut</span>, now this.<br /><br />Ok, my take on it?<br /><br />Our Malay society is obsessed - OBSESSED with gejala sosial. Balik balik tu. Gejala sosial this, gejala sosial that. Teen pregnancy, gangs, tattoos, drinking. In the papers, on TV, EVERYWHERE. The youths the youths the youths the youths.<br /><br />This. THIS. is EXACTLY one of the reasons WHY the Malay community is sidelined and put in the spotlight everytime the National Day Rallies come on. <br /><br />THE MAKING OF, and the REPETITION OF PORTRAYALS. <br /><br />My God. Dr Suriani should consider talking about this in her <em>Malays of Singapore</em> module.<br /><br />What exactly is the motive of <span style="font-weight:bold;">REC, Hanyut</span>, and the like?<br />To make our society more aware of the goings on of the youth of today?<br /><br />COME ON. <br /><br />WE ALL know what's going on.<br /><br />You either PRETEND not to know, or you totally absolve yourself from the responsibility by not identifying yourself with this community.<br /><br />You make TV shows like this, in the hope of alleviating, or NO, better still; <strong>eradicating</strong> social problems? I'd say.. Wrong move.<br /><br />Because,<br /><br /><font color=333333>1. Making the public more aware would just cause more tongues to wag - and I'm not talking in the internal Malay Community; I'm talking holistically as a society. You're jumping on the bandwagon and you are PORTRAYING what is currently being stereotyped by others onto us.<br /><br />2. Mothers watching the show would click their tongues and go "Ah.. Tengok lah.. Budak budak zaman sekarang.." <br /><br />3. You think the kids care ah? Most of them are already deaf on one ear. (Which is why, by the way, naggings don't usually work. Immuned.)</font><br /><br /><br />And at the end of the day? BACK TO SQUARE ONE.<br /><br />And also. The Malay youths aren't the only ones doing these things you know. So why focus on MALAY youths? Why not YOUTHS as a community, as their own entity?<br /><br />Why oh whyyyy...<br /><br />Don't feed into the portrayals please.<br /><br />By shedding spotlight on the minority group of the minority community, things would blow out of proportion. Media with their sensationalized issues. With warping truths. With.. with. <br /><br />Sigh. <br />I'm just so sad.<br /><br />Aku tau.<br /><br /><font color=333333>Kaum muda merupakan pelapis masyarakat. Harapan bangsa dan negara. Mereka yang terjebak dalam kegiatan gejala sosial dianggap oleh orang ramai sebagai "keruntuhan akhlak dan moral" dan "sampah masyarakat" kerana tidak memberi sebarang bentuk harap kepada masadepan masyarakat.<br /><br />Dan di sini berlakunya jurang pemisah di antara masyarakat itu sendiri;<br />di mana mereka yang dianggap tidak berpelajaran tinggi dikaitkan dengan "sampah masyarakat" dengan aktiviti-aktiviti mereka yang dianggap "tidak berfaedah"; dan mereka yang berpelajaran tinggi mendengus kasar terhadap mereka yang memburukkan nama baik orang Melayu, dan menganggap diri mereka golongan elit dan tidak mahu ada sebarang kaitan dengan mereka yang dianggap tidak setaraf.</font><br /><br />Pardon the lapse into Bahasa. This wrath comes out more strongly in Bahasa.. <br /><br />Of class divisions, resources, stereotypes, self-fulfilling prophecies and the like.<br /><br />Whose responsibility is this, in the end?<br /><br />A vicious cycle; I believe; A sad fate.<br /><br />So what do we do now? How do we approach this problem, without feeding into stereotypes and portrayals, without offending any parties, and without saying "I am the elite, I know what I'm doing, and I'm telling you what to do; how you should behave and why you should change."<br /><br />Difficult.<br /><br /><font color=333333>And check this. Nobody is focusing on the fact that the Malays are in fact progressing. Why aren't people talking about the rise in the Malay population in Universities? As undergrads? As graduates? As successful professionals? The rise of the middle class and upper class Malays?</font><br /><br />You wanna talk about MALAYS, you talk about MALAY youths, who are doing things that other youths are doing as well. What is the point of this?<br /><br />They bloody hell keep shedding light on what shouldn't be blown out of proportion and are therefore, sadly, regressing. <br /><br /><font color=333333>So when you move two steps forward and take two steps back, you're stagnant.<br />When you move three steps forward and take four steps back...</font><br /><br />Go figure.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lelaki-baru_09.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-results.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3084887804774076566?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-86575411879959303042009-01-09T21:22:00.003+08:002009-01-11T16:35:17.494+08:00<i>Topped Ria 89.7fm Charts for 2 consecutive weeks and stayed in the Charts for a while.</i><br /><br />This song sent bloody chills down my spine.<br />Something that even "Tembok Derita"* didn't manage to do - at least not to the extent that I'm feeling at this moment.<br /><br />While "Tembok Derita" managed to evoke sympathy,<br />"Lelaki Baru" had invoked empathy.<br /><br />I almost cried at this section<br />1:30-2:06<br /><br />When I first heard it over the radio some time back, it didn't occur to me that this was one interpretation to the song.<br />And another thing that didn't occur to me, was Yaz composing it.<br /><br />When I found out that he composed it, I hit myself on the head - "Duh Marlia! THAT is SO Yaz." (Listening closer to the riffs)<br /><br />When you're a creative artist or artisan, people more or less can recognise you by your trademark. Like how people can watch a dance performance and know it's choreographed by Cikgu Osman or Cikgu Azmi or Cikgu Fathul. Like how people listen to music and know a certain style of composition belongs to someone...<br /><br />(Not that people usually pay attention to composers; they'd usually credit the singers or musicians. But when you have people close to you, and to your heart especially, who composes, and you're a musician yourself and are attuned to credit people behind-the-scenes.. You won't let details slip.)<br /><br />Enough talk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><b>ZAIBAKTIAN - LELAKI BARU</b></center><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJjjTHA5qE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJjjTHA5qE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Now that I have mentioned that Yaz was the one who composed this song, you guys who are familiar with local acts can surely parallel the composition style to many of <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/05/merah-red.html" target="blank">[Merah's]</a> songs, no? Haha.. And now, you can "auditorily" superimpose Hafiz's voice to the song.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />--<br />*Tembok Derita: relates the story of an ex-offender; covered by BaronBros, As A Sin and many others. I'm not sure who the original composer is, but I think it's Aby from As A Sin. But then again, everyone's fighting for credit over a lot of songs.<br /><br />So lesson? Get your song registered with COMPASS or wherever and it would feel bloody good to have your own bloody copyright. Wooh!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-fireman.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessed.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-8657541187995930304?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-15710675291955863402009-01-09T21:19:00.006+08:002009-01-09T21:38:24.965+08:00<center><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPndS1kzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_vG87itn2B4/s320/birthday09+042.JPG"></center><br />A classic - an exchange of dialogue that was recounted to me.<br /><br />"Macam mana kau boleh jatuh, Kal?"<br />"Jatuh bawah lah. Takkan jatuh atas."<br /><br />Uhh.. He fell from the 3rd story - down the hole of the sliding pole. No, he wasn't sliding down and accidentally lost grip (like how I envisioned) - he literally fell down the hole while walking. (Seriously, despite the fact that he's badly hurt, we were all laughing imagining it cos it was quite a dumb freak accident.) <br /><br />I thought it only happened in cartoons. Haha.. No offence bro. Glad you're OK (:<br /><br />But whatever it is, this is the SECOND time we visited Haikal in the hospital. <br />The first was ages ago; his bike accident. Back then, he wasn't even with Lyn yet. And he had hair. LOL. <br />And it was his right leg.<br />Now, this accident at the Fire Station cost his left leg (fractured, by the way)<br />And Haikal has officially, no more legs left to hurt. Unless he fractures his third "leg." -cringes- Ouch.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPnRe4-QI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yAqqCR-TGOE/s320/birthday09+043.JPG"></center><br /><br />The oh-so-adorable Dyna, who kept tugging at my blouse; I think she's breastfed. -.-"<br />And Lyn is this adorable backup singer wannabe cos everytime I said "Dyynaa.." in the singsongish tone, she'd add "saur.." So it'll sound like "dinosaur". Haha!<br /><br /><br /><center>Some random photos taken<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPm_48VXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gVsDr1wM0U0/s320/birthday09+041.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPm60H53I/AAAAAAAAAqI/JLCKO9E5hBY/s320/birthday09+040.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPUI_O6wI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ydNjNa-ulDs/s320/birthday09+039.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPUDdJkaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8p4UOQoupC8/s320/birthday09+038.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPT96dFCI/AAAAAAAAApw/vxUWbTJpeTA/s320/birthday09+037.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPTo2eQyI/AAAAAAAAApo/5dpVj9mTQJ0/s320/birthday09+036.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SWdPTgjHXCI/AAAAAAAAApg/ssved8pDU0o/s320/birthday09+035.JPG"></center><br /><br /><br />We totally pampered him.<br />With Ben&Jerry's Ice Cream... And chocolates...<br />The only thing we didn't give in to was his random craving for jambu batu.<br /><br />Yeah. Tell me about it. <br />Broke his leg, but acts like a pregnant woman in labour.<br /><br />Get well soon, bro.<br /><br />Get up and running. Literally.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />--<br />There's gonna be a mass "birthday" post (:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lelaki-baru_09.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-1571067529195586340?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-2350779662243847472009-01-04T21:26:00.007+08:002009-01-09T20:30:03.439+08:00Reading Jodi Picoult's <em>Perfect Match </em>and I'm crying like a baby.<br />It's not a GREAT book, as in, I've read her better works, and I've read better things generally, but... Damn.<br />I'm such a baby.<br />:'(<br /><br />I guess I can't have things like a once-happy family torn apart.. And I can't have things like sexually abused kids. Basically, I just can't have anything to do with kids and hurt put together. What happened to innocence? And being protected? -bawls my eyes out-<br /><br />Noooo.... <br /><br />When I recounted the story, he stopped me halfway and asked if they were real people. I said <i>"Noooo... The people in the BOOK"</i><br /><br />"Well.. How would I know. You speak about them as if they are real."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-hugs Nathaniel tight- <br /><br />Nathaniel is real to me. Everything is real to me when I escape into the world of non-fiction.<br /><br /><br />But really they areeeeeeee.... <br /><br /><br />For a while. <br /><br />Until I get over it.<br /><br /><br /><br />A book review soon? <br /><br />-sobs-<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/lelaki-baru.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-235077966224384747?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-74628057397467696912009-01-03T21:55:00.012+08:002009-01-04T21:28:45.387+08:00Remember not to wear new 4-inch heels when <strong>not</strong> driving.<br />Or end up having blisters filled with watery stuff<br />and buying the first pair of slippers that catches your eye.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><strong>VICTIMISED</strong><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9u8qvVF5I/AAAAAAAAAos/GkXvV8_hGCA/s320/002.JPG" width=250><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9u8aQLVAI/AAAAAAAAAok/NHuKr2u_NQo/s320/001.JPG" width=250> </center><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Uhhh.. Yeeaaahhhh.. And the whole world would know whenever I'm having my period because.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><b>THE PERPETRATOR</B><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9vWna-JyI/AAAAAAAAApU/3xae9YjVRmk/s320/008.JPG" width=250><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9vWajfMqI/AAAAAAAAApM/QflKFIu46Bw/s320/004.JPG" width=250><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9u9Drq7VI/AAAAAAAAApE/9GHucmdMnT4/s320/007.JPG" width=250><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9u8zRaBmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/U05v9znC4r8/s320/006.JPG" width=250><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SV9u9KTytJI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0UWLDriari4/s320/005.JPG" width=250></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Quote of the day: "Tu bukan kasut. Tu pembunuh anjing."<br /><br /><br />I had a good mind to sell it off after wearing it for only one day.<br />But....<br /><br /><br />Nah.<br /><br /><br />Hahaha.. <br /><br /><br />He told me that his closet might be shifted to another room cos my shoes and bags and clothes would take up all the space. <br />Upset :( <br />Not that many okay...<br />Really really. :(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby.html">Next--></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7462805739746769691?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-53006016188205895552009-01-01T21:56:00.016+08:002009-02-15T13:28:55.490+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">EAGLE EYE CHERRY - SAVE TONIGHT</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TNFgT10ejk&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TNFgT10ejk&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><em>Played this song and I finally realised that I've lost stamina.<br />I should work out the right hand. Ahah.<br />I was searching through the acoustic covers and all of them slowed down the tempo.<br />Takda stamina seh follow the original.<br />Oh wait. I found one guy who followed the original.<br />He looked like he was high on crack while playing the song. Haa.</em><br /><br /><br /><center>The transition from 2008 to 2009?<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVzTe_RzXZI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZFHuffUSfS4/s400/fireplace.jpg"></center><br /><br /><br />While everyone else is fighting crowds and partying their life away, some other <em>atypical</em> people prefer cosyness, comfort and company of loved ones.<br /><br /><li>Guitar and Vocals<br /><li>Shrek and Hitch<br /><li>Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Chocolate Fudge Brownie<br /><li>Pizzas <br /><br />And we popped our own champagne and had our own fireworks through these.<br /><br />And the only hangover the next morning was the hangover of past emotional turmoils and looking forth towards a new beginning; a genesis of our own hopes and dreams.<br /><br />Resolutions are meant to be private; and achieved at a personal level.<br /><br />And there is no point opening up Pandora's Box reminiscing Christmas Past; Every Year has its own ups and downs, I believe.<br /><br />Just so you know, new years haven't been such a big deal for me.<br /><br />But with this new hair and this new look, it seems as if I'm getting ready for something huge. Heh.<br /><br />While the start of the year gets hectic for many (Sem 2 for NUS starts only in 2nd week),<br />I'm still sitting curled up on the oversized armchair, with a good book, sipping wine and listening to jazz in front of the fireplace.<br /><br />Figuratively, of course.<br /><br />What's upcoming is a meeting at the LBKM office,<br />and reminding myself to book a facial appointment before school starts.<br />That is all that is scheduled in my calendar. <i>(As of now.)</i><br /><br />And I've already settled on what to give myself on my upcoming 21st.<br />This year's birthday present to myself would be an F480. <br />Or maybe a Ralph Lauren Notorious.<br /><br />Pamper yourself.<br /><em>"Live life abundantly."</em><br />Because you deserve it.<br /><br />Cheers. (:<br /><br /><br /><i>Oh. Don't get me started on the "Most happening Countdown Party at Marina" that they showed Live on Channel 5. Please. Don't.<br /><br /><br /><br />Save tonight... And fight the break of dawn...</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-with-old.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5300601618820589555?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-26772329439323762322008-12-31T09:32:00.032+08:002009-02-27T20:55:07.619+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">NEYO_JAMIE FOXX - SHE GOT HER OWN</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="2OcB_ZGMClQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OcB_ZGMClQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />Great song. Thanks to Mai. (:<br /><br /><br /><br />I seldom do a what-I-did-today thing, but, variety is good (:<br />.. Here goes.<br />I'd be doing a pre-process-post structure. Haha..<br /><br /><br /><b><center>PRE</b></center><br /><br />So the night before, I couldn't sleep. It's like.. the feeling of you having to perform the next day kind of feeling.<br /><br />When the day came, I kept touching my hair, and I kept looking at my hair everytime I could see the shadow of my reflection. <br /><br />As he was getting ready in front of the mirror, I selit-ed myself to be in front so I'd block him. I don't know why I was so annoying to have done that. Haha.. But he's taller and bigger anyway; I don't block much :D<br /><br />The next annoying part was for me to keep swinging and swinging my hair in front of the mirror.. Then I said <em>"Later I can't swing swing my hair anymoreee.."</em> :(<br /><br />But change is good.<br /><br />A couple of car shots to remember the old me by.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrOwSrx42I/AAAAAAAAAlU/nUBm2-Jsz88/s400/hair+003.JPG"><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrOwqoDC5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/Hx3xvY_ZxSA/s400/hair+004.JPG"></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center>PROCESS</b></center><br /><br />I love them, because they really took care of my feelings. Haha.. I'm talking about my hairdressers. I like going there cos they really pamper me? Like, if I go for hair treatments and stuff, they'd give me tea and what nots.. <br /><br />So when I came to cut, the first hairdresser was like "So you want a trim?"<br /><em>"Uhh.. No, I'm cutting."</em><br />"Cutting.. Short?"<br /><em>"(and descriptions)"</em><br />"<strong>Are you sure? </strong>Your hair is really long you know. -smiles-" <br />Sumpah jahat. Made me think twice.<br /><br />Then I think someone else wanted to do my hair, so she went to tend to someone else.<br />So I went through the same thing with the second hairdresser.<br />And she said <br />"<strong>Are you very very sure?</strong> Your hair is very long."<br />Gee thanks. Then she laughed and said "You bored? How long have you kept your hair long?"<br />Well. The last time I had like super short hair was 6 years ago so go figure.<br /><br />She laughed then she said "Change is good"<br />Then she continued to say "Hair will grow anyway"<br />Ok. She's my woman.<br />But I forgot to learn her name.<br /><br />I've always had Carol or Jenny.<br /><br />So...<br />I literally cringed, and I thought I felt my legs shake. Hahaha..<br /><br />She chopped it off and gave it to me.<br />Haha.. She's super nice lah.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrRm33J2UI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hB6TaSWTYZk/s400/30122008093.jpg"><br />Amek kau.</center><br /><br />And it felt so surreal.<br /><br />Oh I forgot to mention. The whole time, people were like looking by.<br />I think they were waiting for my reaction. <br />HAHA! And Jenny was beside me smiling-smiling. <br />Cos she always worked on my long hair.<br />I kept looking at her nervously.<br /><br />But all's good.<br /><br /><center>The product<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrRnE2zEmI/AAAAAAAAAls/f-o6DFoxx_M/s400/30122008098.jpg"><br />Hello World. (:</center><br /><br />(OH! I look fatter kannn! I didn't realise until Aidil said it when I sent him this picture. I REALLY GAINED WEIGHT! YAY YAY! I'm 45.5 now. I need another 2kg to go back to my old weight, and I nak reach 50kg. Boleh??)<br /><br />Oh. Btw.. The result of the votes.<br />I really really adored number 1, but I took into account Deebz' and Lyn's views.. So I kinda merged #1 and #4. (:<br /><br />Other shots<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrT2RRz6pI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FNfnJAqgKnQ/s400/hair+012.JPG"><br />A side profile<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrT2kuca4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/t0RJI_8iP3Q/s400/hair+018.JPG" width=280><br />I know. I love my shoes too.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVsEXFlQnwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_DIWtLGrKEQ/s400/hair+019+copy.jpg" width=280><br />Close up<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrT3pNDktI/AAAAAAAAAmM/U0V9KN-RRPY/s400/hair+031.JPG" width=280><br />Peace! :D<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrT301OePI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QJPtmtOc6aE/s400/hair+064.JPG" width=280><br />Hmm.</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><center>POST</b></center><br /><br />He totally adored it. He was the one snapping pictures away at the hairdresser's. Because before that, he actually said he wanted to record a video just in case I cried. Haha.. Lovely. But I didn't. I strong! <br /><br />And on the way back to the car, he said, <br /><font color=#333333>"I'm sorry if this sounds degrading to you, but with your height and everything, you either look like a runway model or a stewardess." And he kept smiling the whole way; or day, rather. Haha.. <br /><br />With a skejap-skejap "You look so hot.."<br /><em>"So I wasn't lah before this?"</em><br />"You were sexy with the long hair.. Now you look vogue.." </font><br /><br />LOL. He was the last person I thought would like it cos he adored my long hair. But he was one of the people who admitted a fresh change was good.<br /><br /><br /><br />I got back and hit some people on MSN with pictures.<br /><br /><font color=#333333>Yana totally bombarded me with CAPS LOCKED reactions with a<br />"YOU CUT YOUR HAIR<br />BUT WHYYY<br />you look much much much better<br />BUT WHY YOU CUT??<br />SAYANG NYER!!"<br /><br />Haha.. The mixed reactions was funnnyyy.</font><br /><br /><br />So did Aidil, with the CAPS LOCKED reaction. I thought he was gonna cry, the way he reacted.<br />"U CUT YOUR HAIR<br />WHY<br />OH WHYYYY"<br />And then he asked "did u keep the ponytail and hang it in ur room?"<br /><em>"hahahaha.. no i didnt.. cos it was too freaky.... macam witch nak buat black magic"</em> <br />"dats wad i think too, macam ingredients untok bomoh hantar sumpah"<br />OK AIDIL.<br />Haha.. But he admitted I looked gorgeous before he logged off. LOL. :D<br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333>Skye didn't have so much of a violent reaction, he was kinda cool about it, and just asked why. Tsk. Spoiler. No reaction. <br />He was just like "Ah.. She cut her locks. You look good."</font><br /><br /><br />Back to violent reactions.. but without caps lock. Hahaha..<br />Adi went:<br />"u cut ur hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />why?!!!!!!!!!!<br />ouh no.. now i'm scared to see u"<br />hahahahaa.. merepek. <br />then during other file transfers he went like "oh no. bismillah."<br />he said i look chubby. i said thank you. haha..<br /><br /><br /><font color=#333333>And Star... He was more of the jaga emotions nya gentleman.. Asking if I was happy.<br />Then I said HAPPY (:<br />Haha..<br />Then after the file transfers, he said "k ur still stunning.. no doubt :P"<br />Hahahaha.. But then again, he was the one who said that I'd even look good botak -.-"</font><br /><br /><br />OH! MSN pulak.. Real people at home!<br /><br />My mom said "Pendeknya.. Tak sayang ke?"<br /><br /><font color=#333333>And I went into Mai/Firah's room. Mai was like "OMYGOD. OMYGOD kak. OMYGOD." then dont know what she mumbled.. then I went back to my room.. Then she came in and "OMYGOD kak" again. Then she said "OMYGOD kak. You and short hair.." (: Yeah, it'll take some time for the people around me to get used to it, I know. She liked it but she said I looked older.</font> <br /><br />Shortly after, Firah came home, and walked past my room whose door was wide open. Then she stood at the doorway there and 0.0 -gasp-<br /><br />HAHAHAHA.. Best! Aku suka dramatic reactions. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And to end off.... My attempt at being a professional photographer. (I've made the following images clickable)<br /><br /><center><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri9S1fluI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V7ff3RmPZws/s1600-h/hair+043.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri9S1fluI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V7ff3RmPZws/s400/hair+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786655328802530" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri309j_xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/I128kY3bvc0/s1600-h/hair+023copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri309j_xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/I128kY3bvc0/s400/hair+023copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786561410236178" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3snDbSI/AAAAAAAAAns/e_-rX1vJMcg/s1600-h/hair+036.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3snDbSI/AAAAAAAAAns/e_-rX1vJMcg/s400/hair+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786559168343330" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3orweuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7CRQcCzgZi4/s1600-h/hair+037.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3orweuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/7CRQcCzgZi4/s400/hair+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786558114331362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3edCAII/AAAAAAAAAnc/elIbEHHYNUY/s1600-h/hair+042+copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3edCAII/AAAAAAAAAnc/elIbEHHYNUY/s400/hair+042+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786555368210562" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3PWSHcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Z4FHguiV_iI/s1600-h/hair+051.JPG" target="_blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVri3PWSHcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Z4FHguiV_iI/s400/hair+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786551313374658" /></a></center><br /><br /><br />Like a tourist in my own country. (:<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh wait.<br />Picture of the day goes to....<br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVrvFNmcrXI/AAAAAAAAAoM/1Osp83W7JFs/s400/hair+059+copy.jpg"><br />The cleavage.</center><br /><br />Hahahahahahahahahaha....<br /><br />He used to be much bigger kan?<br /><br />Yeah he lost weight :(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/sisters-day-out.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2009/01/new.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2677232943932376232?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-91405529448933683282008-12-30T09:11:00.006+08:002008-12-31T10:59:41.232+08:00I'm sorry it's taking me ages to do a review on Bubbles (Buih Buih Sabun) - A Dance-Theatre Production that I was supposed to be in, but I kinda "bubbled" my way out of. Dance is tiring on its own, and acting while at it...<br />I just wanted time for myself after the exams. Sorry Khalid. xP <br />You know you guys did well (:<br />Kudos to NUS Ilsa Tari and Teater Tari Era.<br /><br />I'll do the review soon?<br />Ah. I'm reminded that I haven't done the minutes for the previous JK meeting.<br /><br /><br />---<br /><br />"Eh! We never go out just the 3 of us before!" <br />(It's either I go out with just Firah, or just Mai.)<br />So we took some pics.<br />This is just gonna be pics-laden.<br /><br /><br /><center><br /><br />DUO SHOTS<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3HOpo9wI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FEANsBx2Ytg/s400/concert+001.JPG"><br />Mai and me<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3JuFlRII/AAAAAAAAAkM/V3ibQWkOFYs/s400/concert+002.JPG"><br />Firah and me.<br />She's lucky. I cant wear this just as a dress.<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3mtwTomI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Ic1HMHyZZEQ/s400/concert+011.JPG"><br />Maizurah and Musfirah Mohamed<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3mirGV9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/GCPNzerdF5M/s400/concert+017.JPG"><br />Marlia and Maizurah Mohamed<br /><br /><br /><br />TRIO SHOTS<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3KYCE1-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/cIsiScpbJ7s/s400/concert+005.JPG"><br />A failed self-shot attempt.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3meqPRTI/AAAAAAAAAks/NnMpyDJcvuc/s400/concert+009.JPG"><br />Another shot.<br />The camera flash doesn't pick up make up. Tsk.<br /><br /><br /><br />SINGLE SHOTS<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3LIhcaZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/naOrvrxJiy4/s400/concert+007.JPG"><br />Caught sleeping on the wheel<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3KpfhF5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/M5Yy3-bWf7Q/s400/concert+006.JPG"><br />Firah<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVl3mnBKD8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/-pjCKdKeXb4/s400/concert+014.JPG"><br />Mai<br /><br /></center><br /><br /><br /><br />OK. So hit "Previous" if you haven't voted. Haha..<br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/overhaul.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-with-old.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-9140552944893368328?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-56922996067808739042008-12-29T20:16:00.014+08:002009-02-15T13:33:05.340+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">KATY PERRY - HOT N COLD</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dO5uCKw4nl0&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dO5uCKw4nl0&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />As part of the massive overhaul in my <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/genesis_28.html" target="blank">[genesis]</a> entry, I would like to prove that I'm not NATO (No Action Talk Only). I am really, gonna chop my hair off. <br /><br />We have 2 days left before the New Year, since I missed Awal Muharram.<br />And I have a few candidates for my new hairdo.<br /><br /><br /><strong><center>Vote.</strong></center><br /><br />Cepat. Not much time left. <br />New look for the new year. For the new Semester.<br />My friends will cry.<br />But they'll get over it.<br /><br /><center>#1<br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjBvIsomaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ktfI3TxchpA/s400/hair1.jpg" width=200><br /><br />#2<br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjBvf330nI/AAAAAAAAAjM/WqjHFCbD_r8/s400/hair2.jpg" width=200><br /><br />#3<br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjBvrovp_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7tdYvXymSrs/s400/hair3.jpg" width=200><br /><br />#4<br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjBv90VufI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p8u0gGPxFJM/s400/hair4.jpg" width=200><br /><br />#5<br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjCj-jYHaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dlEhM8jxqX8/s400/hair5.jpg" width=200></center><br /><br />I'd welcome your vote of not cutting and links to pictures of other hairstyles that you think would suit me. Ahah.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center>So. No more long straight jet black hair.<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjFWFpcNvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KnfBXWqlUgc/s400/cousins.jpg" width=300><br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjE4T3E4kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/h86LEUhSj6I/s400/backbike.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>And obviously, no more curls that oh-so-damaged my hair :(<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjE4n_-rrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/BbjR3LE2tCE/s400/curl.jpg" width-200></center><br /><br /><center>And.. No more this.<br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVjBu7ZhUfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/eaJwCcnB3kE/s400/afro.jpg" width=300></center><br /><br />OK. That was thrown in just for laughs. Heee :D<br /><br /><br />But I ASSURE YOU. I will CLOSE MY EYES when the hairdresser chops my hair off.<br />I ASSURE YOU, as well, that I will cry, because I'm scared.<br />Haha.. But I shall brace myself.<br /><br />I'm excited you know. Seriously.<br />Macam a pregnant mummy waiting for her baby to come out. (Parallel tak perlu, I tau.)<br />It's the whole nervous plus anxious plus excited feeling.<br /><br />I'll miss you, hair. I'll miss twirling you. I'll miss smelling you. I'll miss you... <br />Farewell dear love, but I have had you for too long. <br />-sobs-<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-that-sound-dirty-but-arent.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/sisters-day-out.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5692299606780873904?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-70007457279624290102008-12-29T16:16:00.008+08:002008-12-29T20:46:50.001+08:00Was watching Scenes From a Hat.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpaifra9emA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpaifra9emA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />At 1:10, they have to do "words that sound dirty but aren't". Hahahahaha.. Funnnyyy..<br /><br />And the best part is the phone conversation I had prior to watching this. <br />Star called, and this was part of the conversation.<br /><br />"I had a little accident just now."<br />"Oh my God. Are you OK?"<br />"I'm fine I'm fine.."<br />"What happened??"<br />"Stereotypical as this may sound.. But the person driving the car behind me was a makcik with a P-plate. Then it was green light and she straightaway wanted to turn. But there was oncoming traffic. <strong>So she banged me from behind</strong>."<br />"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH.. You got banged from behind."<br />"Uhh.. Yeah, I got banged from behind."<br /><br /><br />He got <strong>banged from behind</strong> by a makcik.<br /><br />The only reason I managed to laugh was because he was fine, and his bike was fine.. But the makcik's car wasn't. She went out asking him if he was ok.. He said he was, and he just wanted to let go of the whole incident, cos he didn't fall or anything, and his bike was alright. The makcik looked at her car and just shook her head.<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...<br />I'm sorry, but that statement.<br />-shakes head-<br />Classic.<br /><br /><br /><br />I forgot to ask if he liked it.<br />LOL ;p<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/genesis_28.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/overhaul.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7000745727962429010?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-45541222890144485612008-12-28T23:50:00.010+08:002009-02-27T13:15:35.831+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">PASSAGE INTO MIDNIGHT</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QHThUTaK6g&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QHThUTaK6g&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><center><i>I will ask you to play the song again. <br />But only if you want to.<br /></i><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/ailram/DSCF7495copy-1.jpg" width=330><br /><br /><i>And I tell you the song lulls my soul. <br />And I believe I have grown a soft spot for this picture of mine <br />and this music that I found.</i></center><br /><br />I don't know where to start.<br />I've been wanting to rant and rave and talk and talk and talk for a few days now;<br />but my flow of thought is disrupted, and truncated in so many ways.<br />Hence this post has been sitting on my dashboard, and deleted..<br />And now I'm trying to resurrect it all over again.<br /><br />Genesis. A new beginning. <br />As the year comes to a close and the next marks the beginning of another something,<br />people were talking about whether or not they should have resolutions; because some people no longer see the need to. <br /><br />My guess is that the year has been bad and they don't see a reason to, or their past resolutions did not follow through as planned.<br /><br />These few days.<br />I've been thinking.<br />A lot.<br />I've been thinking about me, and the people around me.<br /><br />It was that night, you know.<br />One of those nights you just want to shy away from the World that pries.<br />One of those nights you want to take a nice long hot shower with strawberry-scented body scrub, and retreat to your sanctuary of a room..<br />And just sit, or lay, in the dark, with just the company of a few lit red candles.<br />And probably put on Magdelene's Harp music. <br />Or probably not.<br />Or maybe play The Call of Kthulu on the guitar and cry. <br />Or maybe not.<br /><br />But I've been thinking.<br />About me.<br />And the people who I call friends.<br />About the people who see themselves as friends.<br />And about the heartaches and heartbreaks that were concealed in its terms and conditions.<br />About disappointments.<br />Of every sort.<br />Piled upon you like debris from a collapsing building.<br /><br />And you start thinking about people who slash themselves because they were so depressed.<br />And you laugh.<br />Because you started reminiscing the times when you were a young teen, with friends going through problems and cutting themselves for attention.<br />And your mind just started reeling, and one after another, thoughts and memories just start coming in.<br />You've opened up Pandora's box.<br /><br />And you frantically try to close it back.<br />But failed.<br />So you just.. Lay there.<br />And you question every single thing about life.<br />And told yourself to go to sleep.<br />But you can't.<br />Your eyes are tired and angry.<br /><br />You're so sick of the hypocrisy that keeps unfolding<br />that you just want a new beginning.<br />And <strong>Awal Muharram</strong> happens to be today. <i>(Selamat menyambut Tahun Baharu Hijrah to all Muslims)</i><br />And New Year is in four days.<br /><br />You want a change.<br />You want to chop your signature long straight jet black hair off<br />and be a new person.<br />And maybe dye it purple.<br />There's this wild cat in you pent up asking for release after that few days of getting through a momentum of constant torture of mindless thinking.<br /><br />So you tell yourself,<br />to get a grip on yourself.<br />But yourself says don't.<br />And the conflict of the toggle of power that one part of you have over another is disturbing. (And the song Disturbia plays at the back of your mind. Not.)<br /><br />And you ask yourself if you need to have your brain checked.<br />If you need a doctor.<br />If you're having bipolar disorder.<br />Or D.I.D.<br />Or if you're undergoing some psychological disease that you learnt about in Psychology 101 in Year One and got just a B+ for.<br /><br />It's been 2 nights.<br />It's been 2 nights that I have not ventured into a proper, deep sleep.<br />Blame it on too much thinking,<br />or unnecessary dreams that disrupt your proper rest.<br /><br />Just so you know.<br />I'm not depressed, or "emo", as you kids call it now.<br /><br />But I know it annoys the hell out of me reading blogs of how depressed someone is, hating him/herself, wanting to end life <em>(tapi tak mati-mati pon), </em>about relationships that failed <em>(and the next minute going out with so and so and so and so)...</em> Generally speaking, of course.<br /><br />But oh well. That's the way diaries work, I suppose. <br />But when things are public, I believe, not.<br /><br />I adore intellectually-stimulating things, and mature reflections.<br />But I don't mind brainless humour at times.<br /><br />But yes, things in life are never consistent, and we always contradict ourselves in so many ways (as I've learnt).<br /><br />I just find writing and verbalising my inner thoughts and emotions in a vague and abstract manner therapeutic. Almost poetic.<br />And it's cheap too.<br />But verbalising non-inner thoughts are therapy at another level - it's almost orgasmic. <br />And you can find lengthy pages of my humble amateur theories on issues due to this very fact.<br /><br />I render this about life:<br />You are a master of your own destiny.<br /><br />The reason you are a human being and a thinking individual, <br />is because you're allowed to make choices, however wrong they may be.<br />Yes, things have all been Written, as they have said.<br />But you have the power to change the course of your own life.<br /><br />And as I read that back,<br />I realise it does not, tie in, at all, to the prior ramblings. <br />i.e. No link.<br /><br />And we can all come to a very neat conclusion that<br /><br />I have rambled.<br /><br />(:<br /><br />Come slightly more than one week after the New Year, I'll be 21.<br />And Life will no longer be all rainbows and butterflies.<br />While I've learnt that for some time now,<br />I chose to not believe it.<br />I lived in my own fairy tale of a world.<br /><br />Marked by this genesis,<br />things are going for a massive overhaul.<br />A change is called upon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And all of a sudden,<br />I'm afraid of my own shadow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/alhamdulillah.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-that-sound-dirty-but-arent.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4554122289014448561?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-48746908484138278452008-12-24T20:18:00.019+08:002009-02-15T13:38:59.337+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">SAVAGE GARDEN - THE ANIMAL SONG</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_15ZrZXhXe8&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_15ZrZXhXe8&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><br />Play the song. It makes you feel good.<br />I'm spreading the happy mood.<br /><br />Thank God.<br />Sujud Syukur after Maghrib. (:<br /><br />Uhhmm.. I'm not sure if anyone of you remembered me being all angsty before and after my Philosophy (Reason and Persuasion) Paper because<br /><br />No.1: It was my very FIRST Paper and it's on a freaking Saturday at freaking 9 am<br />No.2: I got a B- for the Term Paper and I got freaking disheartened and discouraged<br />No.3: I couldn't be bothered after the B- so I didn't study, but went out for dinner with friends the NIGHT before the paper<br />No.4: I was the 2nd person (I think. Looked like it.) to walk out of the exam hall with people still doing it and staring me down as if I was nuts.<br /><br />All the while, I was like.. "&^%* it ah. Dapat C pon C ah."<br />HAHA! TERPERANJAT K NAMPAK NI.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVIpgXcZxGI/AAAAAAAAAik/X4eis5AiGgw/s400/gem.jpg"></center><br /><br /><center>And... the full result slip (Click to enlarge)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVIpgwCNdFI/AAAAAAAAAis/bq4IT5ptRS8/s1600-h/exam+results.jpg" target="blank"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVIpgwCNdFI/AAAAAAAAAis/bq4IT5ptRS8/s400/exam+results.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283330955485738066" /></a></center><br /><br />The "CAP" is what most people know as "GPA".<br />When I saw the CAP score, I was elated.. a straight A student would have gotten a 4.0, so a 3.8 something is like.. beyond describable. I'm just so so so elated and thankful, seriously. <br /><br />THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!<br /><br />And to get to the Honours track, you've got to maintain your CAP score of at least 3.5.. Seems like someone's on her way to the Honours track. :D<br /><br />My dad kissed me and my mom cried cos she was so happy.<br />Hence.. It breaks me heart to tell them that I might <i>not</i> want to teach............<br /><br />---<br /><br /><center><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SVI0asjTtxI/AAAAAAAAAi0/YOqvP4MO23A/s400/19122008087.jpg"></center><br /><br />So you know how my mood swings are almost bipolar.<br /><br />I got depressed a few hours after being so happy with my results.<br /><br />Cos at Starbucks, he was asking if I was afraid of what's to come for the future.<br />And truthfully, I am.<br />I don't know what I wanna do.<br /><br />And with my CAP score more or less quite "safe", I'm qualified to enrol for a teaching scholarship.<br />But here's the deal.<br />I don't wanna sign a pact with the Devil.<br />It's literally BONDED, in every sense of the word.<br />And I don't really know if I wanna teach.<br />Talking to my parents would be useless, cos they REALLY REALLY want me to teach.<br /><br />(And come on. You graduate with at least a 2nd upper class Honours B.A. and you go into teaching? Gaji bomb. And. You'd NEVER get retrenched. Medical benefits? School holidays? Bonuses? Hmm. It's all in babe.)<br /><br />I mean, yeah I do wanna retire a teacher, a principal, whatever.<br />But I wanna do something MORE. I wanna do anything and everything else, and THEN go into teaching. <br /><br />It's like.. If you've seen so much of society and the world, there's so much more that you can inculcate and teach to your students...<br /><br />If I were to graduate with 2nd upper class Honours at least, there's so much I CAN do. The paths are wide open. And I'm stumped.<br /><br />It's like.. At times? It's better to be left with no choice - so you've GOT to do it. But when you're thrown into the wide open sea.. You're fighting to save your own life without a lifeline. You either make it or break it - with the choice that you made. Get what I mean?<br /><br />But when I said that, he got uptight and defensive saying that "left with no choice is me" as in, him. He's getting scholarships from the government to sponsor his higher education.. he might go into law and management.. or not.. all these, in his span of working FOR the government. He said that he is left with zero time and zero choice. So he's killing all the birds with one stone. Work AND study, and be a slave for the government to protect your own rice bowl. <br /><br />(Technically, that is why civil servants are called "servants". You slave, and they pay. But the good part is, they take GOOD care of you. They protect you.)<br /><br />And he told me that after he gets to Uni, then he'd consider doing something more.<br /><br />He'll be a very successful man. Considering the fact that he is going through the long long way to get to where I am...<br /><br />OK. So between him and me, his situation wins hands down.<br /><br />And if he wants that landed property house so badly, with both of us being civil servants and constantly upgrading ourselves; I think it would make the dream a reality. Ok, so I guess the perks of teaching are getting to me. Haha.<br /><br />But it doesn't help when he said:<br />"I can see you as a psychologist.. A criminologist.. A rehab counsellor, a lecturer.." and the list went on.<br /><br />Until I said "Can we please not talk about the future for now?"<br /><br />I can cry because I'm just so scared of what's to come. <br />I fear the uncertain.<br /><br />So what's my calling?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If I were to say "Hmm. I think I want to become.. a rockstar....", I would have all of your shoes flying to my face, for sure.<br /><br /><br /><br />But I believe everyone's barefoot right now so. =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/friqeking-survey.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/genesis_28.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4874690848413827845?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-84923933995552103712008-12-23T18:42:00.010+08:002008-12-24T20:53:24.457+08:00Oh my. Syafiqque read my last entry and he really thinks I'm pregnant. Wah. Dengar-dengar mengidam=mengandung. Then if you guys crave for things then how? Pregnant also ah? Maybe la kan. Never work out then got belly.. Forever in the state of being 4 months pregnant. HAHA.<br /><br />So anyways. hah kau. Take that for not updating. Sekali 1 day 3 posts.<br /><br />I.. Never thought I'd do these kinda things on my blog. BUT. Since we all just simply adore Syafiqque...<br /><br />--<br /><br />1. Do you have secrets?<br />Don't we all.<br /><br />2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl older than you?<br />I guess. Age doesn't really matter, cos age isn't a significant benchmark for maturity.<br /><br />3. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?<br />I don't wait.<br /><br />4. What would you do with a billion dollars?<br />Wow. A lot of things.<br /><br />5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?<br />I'll quote Syafiqque: "...to start something is to end something" <br />So true, so true.<br /><br />6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?<br />Which is more blessed? The sentence structure a bit weird eh. Haha.. But if you wanna talk about FEELING blessed, then I guess being loved?<br /><br />7. How do you define love?<br />"Love" is a social construct. It's like a matrix. Again, a social construct; to counter "hate", and to make significant nuclear family structures. There. A definition of "love" by a cynical sociologist. HAHA.<br /><br />8. If a person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?<br />Then it's my fault for not making my feelings known, no?<br /><br />9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?<br />"extremely" is too definitive a word. You can't be extremely happy or sad or angry. It's just a hyperbole to describe your current situation. So, I'm not sure if there was anything that has made me "extremely happy" in now's context.<br /><br />10. What makes you sad?<br />If I don't get food. Eh wait. no. that makes me angry. grr.<br /><br />11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?<br />Somebody really successful, a society changemaker, with a successful husband, and successful kids who are prodigies. Amin.<br /><br />12. Who is currently the most important people to you?<br />My family and friends. Haha. Vague. <br /><br />13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?<br />Eh deja vu. This was a question asked in Sociology and Emotions tutorial.<br /><br />14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?<br />Hmm. Tough one. <br /><br />15. What is your favourite colour?<br />Redandblack. That is one colour, in my world. (HAHA to Syafiqque)<br /><br />16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick?<br />Neither. Haha. Come. I take you back to <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/07/torn.html" target="blank">[a post]</a> where I talked about this before. LOL.<br /><br />17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done?<br />I might forgive, but I never forget.<br /><br />18. What do you want to tell to that someone you love?<br />I love you (: <br /><br />19. If there's a choice between lover and friends, who would you choose?<br />I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend...<br /><br />20. Do you believe there's 'True Love'?<br />Again, 'love' is a social construct. "true" love is only "true" for those who believe that it's "true". Go figure. (:<br /><br />5 people who's going to do this survey:<br />- Lyn<br />- Yana<br />- Mai<br />- Firah<br />- Syafiqque again. HAHA<br /><br />But you know what. I think you can't copy and paste from my blog. So either you view source and get it from the mess, or just go to this <a href="http://friqeking.blogspot.com/" target="blank">[FRIQEKING]</a> AWESOME blog and get it from there. lol.<br /><br />K SYAFIQQUE. I'VE DONE IT. AND I'VE UPDATED MY BLOG THREE TIMES TODAY. FOR BORED PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO READ. HAPPY BOWLING AT EHUB!<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/insatiable-appetite.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/alhamdulillah.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-8492393399555210371?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-62481413414403337312008-12-23T18:15:00.007+08:002008-12-23T23:26:13.745+08:00As kinky as that might have sounded,<br />I'm really talking about my gastronomical appetite.<br />And my random cravings.<br /><br />We'll talk about crazy huge appetites first then I'll go on to my random cravings k.<br /><br />1. Crazy huge appetites - few of the many lunch and dinners that I can vaguely recall; cos after downing everything, we were amazed at how we could actually finished everything, then laugh. Then cannot get up from the seat. HAHA.<br /><br /><br />[A Pizza Hut dinner]<br />-Chicken Ole Baked Rice<br />-Beef Lasagne<br />-Garlic bread<br />-Calamari Rings<br />-Pepperoni Pizza<br />-Drinks<br />-And dessert/coffee at Starbucks<br /><br /><br />[A McD Lunch]<br />-A Big Mac Meal<br />-A McSpicy Meal Upsized<br />-Three Double Cheeseburgers<br /><br /><br />For 2 people tau. Not 10. I think I'm supposed to be worried right eating so much but not gaining weight? <br /><br /><br /><br />2. Random Cravings<br /><br />"I'm craving for sugar-coated strawberries"<br />"Is chocolate-coated strawberries ok?"<br />"I want sugar!"<br />"Huhh.. Where to get?"<br />"I don't know. Just get."<br /><br />After that huge McD lunch.. Later in the evening, we had Starbucks, and I had Mocha Frap and Apple Crumble, then upon leaving, <br />I said "I feel like getting Old Chang Kee"<br />"Huh? You're still hungry?"<br />"I just want Old Chang Kee.."<br />"okay.."<br />And we passed Ramen Ten. "Kejap!"<br />"You said you want Old chang kee.."<br />"Skarang craving for sushi pulak.."<br /><br />HAHAHAHA. But I got OCK in the end.<br /><br />He was wondering if I was pregnant. But I can't be kan. Sebab I've been craving for so many things for so long, abeh baby tak kluar kluar pon.<br /><br />My craving for chilli crab haven't satisfied yet tau. :(<br /><br />And I want sushi that I didn't get.<br /><br /><br /><br />K now I nak Famous Amos cookies =(<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/execution.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/friqeking-survey.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-6248141341440333731?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-38461936312578626322008-12-23T14:44:00.012+08:002009-02-15T13:42:09.463+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">MUSE - STOCKHOLM SYNDROME</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGmtZ3Td5bQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGmtZ3Td5bQ&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />Finally jamming.<br />This Saturday.<br /><br />Muse is nice to play. Pasal senang. Haha. So one down.<br /><br />Ok. Here's the songlist for starters - minus crash and burning, otherwise known as freeforming.<br /><br /><center><object width="300" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/evFTD131aT/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&primaryColor=999999&secondaryColor=4d4d4d&linkColor=666666"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/evFTD131aT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&primaryColor=999999&secondaryColor=4d4d4d&linkColor=666666"></embed></object></center><br /><br />So who am I jamming with eh?<br /><br />Haha.. The only reason why I finally get my ass off the bed and go jam proper is cos D'rectify is gonna jam on Saturday. And I'm borrowing their new bassist for my session before theirs. And then his 15-year-old cousin heard that we're jamming so she wants to come along to support as guitar 2. :) It's her virgin jamming session I think. <br /><br />And from the looks of it, I think this 15-year-old is gonna be really good. I don't know. I just have this gut feeling she's really good. Tampines Sec kids are talented. Really. I've jammed with some of the guys before when I was teaching there.<br /><br />Sooo.. I think we're gonna do a lot of crash and burning too. Cos I might not be able to master both Sweet Child and Heavy Chains' solos fully. Plug In Baby I love, cos Muse is technically easy to play. And they sound good too. Actually, I prefer Stockholm Syndrome. I've never heard of Plug In Baby, until I had to learn it. Haha.<br /><br />AND AND! The bassist is gonna teach me drums - to Plug In Baby, probably. Wooohhhh!!! <br /><br /><br />EXCITING KAN!!!!! Aku tau. <br /><br /><br />Sorry. Da lamer tak jam then gian then become like this.<br /><br /><br />--<br /><br />OH! Yesterday.. I was searching for Heavy Chains on Youtube. And I found this!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62GhSsM0J10&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62GhSsM0J10&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />SEARCH LAH! Covering Loudness.<br />Tsk tsk tsk.. OLD SKOOL OR WHAT! The hair! And outfits! HAHA..<br /><br />Not bad eh. But the vid quality is a bit bad though.<br />Everyone looks so youngggggggg... But Amy's voice never changes.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-child-o-mine.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/insatiable-appetite.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3846193631257862632?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-73517817634229678732008-12-20T10:20:00.009+08:002008-12-23T15:09:29.388+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOSKbeTOl0A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOSKbeTOl0A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />ITU BUDAK KECIK... ANAK ANGKAT AKU PLEASE.<br />How a 6-year-old can play like Slash is beyond me.<br />I'm imagining him with a ciggy at the side of his mouth and a tophat.<br />MINI SLASH!<br />Ok. But for a 6-year-old to be smoking tobacco is just wrong.<br /><br />That bassist.. <br />Dah.<br /><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/rise-of-feminism.html" target="blank">[Baru smlm]</a> aku berbual pasal nak main bass because of the funk song<br />and how bassists rock with their pop and slaps.<br />I can't say anything now. Cos she more than rocks.<br />I won't even attempt to play the bass now.<br />SHE FUCKING TAPS HER BASS!<br />Sorry. Ter-maki.<br /><br />Impressive solos, both of them.<br /><br />DAN SURUH PENYANYI TU DIAM! BISING NAK MAMPOS! DAN SPOIL!!!!!!<br /><br />Oh yeah. I didn't touch drummer.<br />Hmm.<br />Ahh..<br />If you recall <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-smiling-so-should-you.html" target="blank">[one of my entries]</a> very very early in the year.. Yeah well, I was mesmerised by them more.<br />But but.. Still good.. At least he doesn't annoy me like the vox does. Argh. She JUST had to go in and spoil everything.<br /><br /><br /><br />Alright. I'm so jamming sweet child o' mine.<br /><br /><br />Gagagaga. I don't mind having that girl as my bassist sia. Now da gatal nak make all-girl band pulak. Tsk tsk.<br /><br />Let's just focus first on being worthy enough to get a band together, Ams.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/bella-luna.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/execution.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7351781763422967873?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-89158712312600751452008-12-19T22:45:00.009+08:002008-12-20T10:31:50.579+08:00Due to Syafiqque's comment on my previous previous post, I am taking action.<br />So the music reflecting the nature of my post and/or my mood, will no longer be autoplayed. (:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SUuzzGPte6I/AAAAAAAAAic/qKdDZuBXmb0/s400/edward+and+bella1.jpg"><br />"Like a lion falling for a lamb."</center><br /><br />I can't believe I actually memorised parts of the movie. Twilight, I mean.<br /><br />I want my own vampire.<br />Or maybe have one as a pet.<br /><br />I've gotten reviews saying it was quite draggy at first?<br />But I believe that it was necessary. So literary-wise, I thought that it was apt.<br /><br />Moving on, casting was superb.<br />Cinematography was superb.<br />Literary critique was done after the show over dinner.<br />The steam is over by the time I got home.<br />Sorry. Hahs.<br />It would've been a spoiler for those who haven't watched. So.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/rise-of-feminism.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-child-o-mine.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-8915871231260075145?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-29659797105122573282008-12-19T10:25:00.020+08:002009-02-15T13:44:16.751+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">WILD CHERRY - PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a15jjUA7zgc&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a15jjUA7zgc&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />Such a feel-good song, funk.<br />And it's bass-oriented.<br />Makes me feel like playing bass now. HAHA.<br />So what else is new eh? Everything also I wanna play.<br />I played bass only once though. That was for O-nite back in JC. And it was uncalled for. It's like.. This bunch of guys decided to perform and they needed a bassist. Then this guitarist "pantat gatal" <em>(FRIQEKING cool phrase I learnt last night)</em> ah, think she can play bass. <br /><br />HAHA! It was all good though. <br />Uh.. Duh! It was THE REASON. <br />Give the bass to my 7-year-old cousin and ask her to play THE REASON also I think she can.<br /><br />But when you wanna talk about bass for funk, the pop-n-slaps.. THAT's what I'm talkin bout. The pop-n-slaps. Cool stuff, cool stuff. I'd say the bassist is the frontman for funk.<br /><br />So anyway. I'm hooked to this funky funk song after "Don't Forget the Lyrics" last night - watched it for the first time. I don't watch TV much lah, as you can guess.<br /><br />OK. So that was some redundant intro. Haha! -imagines a secondary school teacher striking off the 4 paragraphs with a bright red pen and writing 'redundant' in the margin-<br /><br /><em>(Talking about secondary school, yesterday was N levels results. Congrats to all my ex-students who got promoted to Sec 5. Only a handful didn't, I heard. Congrats to you guys too, for passing out of secondary school. Haha..) (:</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SUsIleZqI-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/WtWfcyxt0bo/s400/girl.jpg"></center><br /><br />This picture, is ripped from my Friendster album. I think I lost my other Songfest pictures. Just focus on the one on the right k. That one is the Songfest picture. The one on the left.. Is mini-me on her journey to become a definite rockstar.<br /><br />What has this got to do with the rise of feminism?<br /><br />I'm not talking about the first few waves of feminist movements as significant milestones in history. I'm talking about the waves of feminism that hits yours truly. <br /><br />Truth be told, I wasn't this bad of a feminist when I was in TKGS (an all-girls school, for those of you who are clueless as to whether Tanjong Katong Girls' had boys or not).<br /><br />It more or less came to me when I moved on to co-ed schools.<br /><br />Most significantly, it came after my band's win.<br /><br />Seriously? It was my virgin competition, and it was Vampress' virgin showcase to the world. And I thought, what the heck, just give it a go. So I randomly collected a few guys to get a band together - we signed up at the very last minute, and auditioned for the very last minute - got in at the very last minute. We had no idea what song to play or what our band name was.<br /><br />Then when it was results time, there were like 2 bands left on stage. And it was either them or us to win Songfest (band category). So I turned to the other band and said "Hey. Congrats." cos winning really didn't occur to me. <br /><br />Then when it was announced that MY band won? My reaction was like uber slow. While the guys in my band had went off to Electrico to shake their hands and get the prizes and stuff? I was still like, dumbstruck. Talk about bodoh moments. <br /><br />OK. So. Hmm.<br />I got depressed after the win. No, not because my drummer ran off with the trophy. <br />But it's cos.. This 'friend' <em>('friend' cos I question the virtue of 'friends' at times) </em>from this other band had said something along the lines of my band winning only because they had me in it - meaning we won just because we had a girl. <br /><br />I could've taken it as a joke? <br />But that chauvinist statement really made me feel angsty, and depressed, and sore.<br />It was an overwhelming whirlwind kinda rush of violent emotions.<br />And I got so fucking sore I didn't touch ANY of my guitars for about a year.<br />I'm like "fuck it ah". <br /><br /><em>HAHAHA.. Looking back, it was kinda funny. I could've used that one year of hiatus to really DO something about my skills.</em><br /><br />So here's where some of you'd go "Oh come on. You're just being sensitive."<br /><br />Well. Check this.<br /><br />I thought so too? Until there was this band that approached me to be their guitarist. And I found out the reason why. "Jadi senang naik" - I have no idea how I found that out. But I think one of them told me; the bassist, I think. Then the whole incident came back to me. I got the same rush of violent emotions that I blocked the bloody lead guitarist (who proposed to me) from my MSN. I vaguely recall him apologising? But I'm not sure if he really did.<br /><br />Nobody wants to be used, or even feel used, damn it.<br /><br />It all came to me that it's about time <strong>commodification of women stops</strong>.<br /><br />So it became a pet peeve for me.<br /><br />And so I was on the journey to get people to appreciate my talent as a guitarist, and not SO MUCH appreciate the fact that I'm a girl on a guitar, if you get what I mean. I mean, I don't mind the latter at all, but if it gets to the point where it becomes degrading, or subservient even.. Then, it's a no-no.<br /><br />Hence, the whole attempt to sweep and shred and stuff starting from <a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/finger-exercises.html" target="blank">[this post]</a> onwards..<br />And why I was so thankful to Faie for not being another chauvinist pig.<br /><br />But.. I'm less sore now cos I believe some people are genuine in their appreciation.. Like, "A girl like you is rare". It's like.. I don't blame their limited exposure to female guitarists, even though I know there are many many female guitarists out there. MANY MANY MANY.<br /><br />You can say that I've learnt to NOT get all defensive. Haha.. <em>Dah rilek ah. Tak fanatic sangat.</em> haha..<br /><br />So, there you go.<br /><br />A little background of how I came to be such a feminist, and my drive towards getting a tight, genuine line up of a band, that can appreciate me as a guitarist and as a person overall.<br /><br />Cos really, I don't need things like "I need a girl guitarist" - because seriously? You don't NEED a girl guitarist; you WANT a girl guitarist.<br /><br />I'm not to be commodified.<br /><br /><br /><i><center>"I'm not a girl who can play the guitar. <br />I'm a guitarist, who happens to be a girl." <br />- Amsis Eros, 2008</center></i><br /><br />So quote me.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-19th-musfirah-mohamed.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/bella-luna.html">Next --></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-2965979710512257328?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-48169491250875407432008-12-18T00:00:00.005+08:002009-02-15T13:48:13.242+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">I TURN TO YOU [INSTRUMENTAL]</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntrR4DzDaf0&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntrR4DzDaf0&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SUkHZQbA2pI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wYRq9dki31Q/s400/meandfirah.jpg"><br />Gambar adalah old school.<br />But I wanted a picture where we actually looked at least a little alike. Heh.<br />Kakak love you :)<br /><br /><i>Christina Aguilera - I Turn To You<br /><br />When I'm lost in the rain<br />In your eyes I know I'll find the light<br />To light my way<br />When I'm scared, losing ground<br />When my world is going crazy<br />You can turn it all around, yes<br /><br />And when I'm down<br />You're there pushing me to the top<br />You're always there giving me all you've got<br /><br />For a shield from the storm<br />For a friend,<br />For a love to keep me safe and warm<br />I turn to you<br />For the strength to be strong<br />For the will to carry on<br />For everything you do<br />For everything that's true,<br />I turn to you<br /><br />When I lose the will to win,<br />I just reach for you<br />And I can reach the sky again<br />I can do anything,<br />'Cause your love is so amazing<br />'Cause your love inspires me<br /><br />And when I need a friend,<br />You're always on my side<br />Giving me faith,<br />Taking me through the night, yeah<br /><br />For a shield from the storm<br />For a friend,<br />For a love to keep me safe and warm,<br />I turn to you.<br />For the strength to be strong,<br />For the will to carry on<br />For everything you do,<br />I turn to you, <br />Oh, yeah, oh<br /><br />For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain<br />For truth that will never change<br />For someone to lean on<br />For a heart I can rely on through anything<br />For the one who I can run to <br />Oh, oh, I<br />Turn to you<br />Oh, oh, yea<br /><br />To keep me safe and warm, yeah, yeah<br />I turn to you<br />For the strength, <br />For the will to carry on, oh, oh<br />For everything you do,<br />For everything that's true,<br />For everything you do, oh, oh, oh<br />For everything that's true, <br />I turn to you <br /></i></center><br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/apathy.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/rise-of-feminism.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-4816949125087540743?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-50036968209363183792008-12-17T11:08:00.012+08:002009-02-15T13:49:11.874+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">SANDI THOM - I WISH I WAS A PUNK ROCKER (WITH FLOWERS IN MY HAIR)</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="BaGJSlbWyOo&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaGJSlbWyOo&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br />Give the lyrics some serious thought.<br /><br />--<br /><CENTER><em>Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair<br />In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air</em><br /><strong>I was born too late into a world that doesn't care</strong><br /><em>Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair<br /><br />When the head of state didn't play guitar,</em><br /><strong>Not everybody drove a car,<br />When music really mattered and when radio was king,<br />When accountants didn't have control<br />And the media couldn't buy your soul</strong><br /><em>And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything</em><br /><br /><strong>When pop-stars still remained a myth<br />And ignorance could still be bliss</strong><br /><em>And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale<br />When my mom and dad were in their teens</em><br /><strong>And anarchy was still a dream</strong><br /><em>And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail<br /><br />When record shops were still on top<br />And vinyl was all that they stocked<br />And the super info highway was still drifting out in space</em><br /><strong>Kids were wearing hand me downs,<br />And playing games meant kick around</strong><br /><em>And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face</em><br /><br /><strong>I was born too late to a world that doesn't care</strong><br /><em>Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair</em><br /></CENTER><br /><br />--<br />I'm not sure if you question the nature of the world today? But at times, I'm sure that you wish that things would slow down......<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrutiny-and-closure.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-19th-musfirah-mohamed.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5003696820936318379?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-38526756724286340972008-12-17T10:14:00.007+08:002008-12-17T22:19:34.431+08:00And so boredom got the better of me, and I decided to read MY OWN BLOG from the very first entry. <br />So here's the thing.<br />You know that you can analyse people from the way they write, right? <br /><br />I was scrutinizing myself. <br />Which is good, I suppose. <br />Because, the world's best/worst critique (depending on how you look at it) is your own self.<br /><br />Haha.. This reminded me of the time I read back my oh-so-old blogs that dated way back in 2003? And I got so disgusted that I just deleted the whole blog? Seriously. I had a good laugh AT MYSELF, and then I shuddered at the fact that <b>That</b> was me, back then. Oh dear. <br /><br />Haha.. I guess that's the purpose of keeping journals and diaries, no? To remind yourself of how <i>kental</i> you were before? Lol. Ok, not really.<br /><br />And, the whole process kinda shut me up when I bloghoplanded on some younger person's blog and look at the way they write, and the things they talk about.<br /><br />So, moving on, I realised that I STOPPED blogging about Anugerah Band after May 27th, and I no longer had the "anugerah band" label that I told people to refer to - they're placed under "entertainment", "music" and "review".<br /><br />This may be rather outdated, but I think that I should erect some form of closure to those who were left hanging, (esp. they who read for reviews) cos I didn't offer any form of explanation - I just - stopped. (Gee, wow. After 7 months, I decide to do this.) <br /><br />And I figured, there's this guy who really knows what he's talking about in his reviews; as in, of all people, he seems to be the most reliable. So people would go to <a href="http://pujanggamalam.com/" target="blank">[him] </a>instead.<br /><br />So, well, it's like this. After some time, I realised that there was just no point in writing? It's like.. Hmm.. How do I put this. -clears throat- <br /><br />Alright. I'll pose an essay question to avoid a backlash from 'mainstreamers':<br /><br /><center><b>To what extent is talent <i>really</i> needed in today's music arena?</b></center><br /><br />For example, someone's claim to fame doesn't depend on the sure talent that they have, i.e. William Hung in A.I. a few years back. In a sense, you either have to be <b>really good</b> or <b>really bad</b> to be noticed.<br /><br />But this argument is not really appropriate because A.I. and Anugerah Band are ultimately two different contexts.<br /><br />Hint: Media plus mainstream plus fan base... (I'm sorry, but it's a job hazard as a sociologist that you point your finger at society)<br />You get the picture.<br /><br />For one, during the most recent Raya's concert when Rancour played their own rendition of some Raya song? I'm sorry to say, that I literally cringed. I turned to my cousin and said "How did they win, again?"<br /><br />They're the most mainstream and most appealing to the youth today, I believe. I'm sure things were surreal for Rancour when they were crowned champion. And I'm really happy for them, really. I have no grudges whatsoever against Rancour.. It's just that, I got myself into questioning the nature of 'reality TV' and 'talent' in our society and context.<br /><br />The reason I say this is because, for example, Hel(l)ven wasn't 'mainstream' - they might be even considered deviant - because the Malay society isn't ready for visual rock - get what I mean? Yeah.<br /><br />Like, Fatskunks and X-Tech. They're my favourites (as in, bands holistically. I have personal favourites i.e. individuals within other bands as well) to win, actually, if you want to talk about originality and talent. A part of me went for Helven, but I just KNOW that the Malay society isn't ready for them, so I predicted that they would be ousted. <br /><br />Actually, Helven macam kesian - the change in lineup they had to constantly go through - the change in dynamics. Wow. It must've been hell. (Pun intended) But I believed that Romey pulled through the best among the rest. -shrugs-<br /><br />Ok ok. I shouldn't rekindle any form of spark that had more or less subdued during/right after the heat of the season. So let's talk about something nice (:<br /><br />How can we NOT talk about the best show throughout the season ey?<br />The best of. <br /><b>IKRAR PERWIRA</b><br />It was superb. You put all the best together and you get a powerful showdown. The energy, the dynamics, the showmanship. Damn.<br /><br />I still remember that THAT, was what made my night.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TrYyERT5lU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2TrYyERT5lU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/passage-into-midnight-journey-into-self_14.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/apathy.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3852675672428634097?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-87342710609173166952008-12-14T21:17:00.012+08:002009-02-15T13:51:29.538+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">PASSAGE INTO MIDNIGHT</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QHThUTaK6g&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QHThUTaK6g&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br><br /><center><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/ailram/DSCF7495copy-1.jpg" width=330></center><br /><br /><center>And the song lulls my soul.<br />The picture?<br />Oh. I've been living in the dark for a few days now.<br />The middle bulb on the main lights is flickering.<br /><br /><em>I've always been a private person.<br />And I've always had this personal bubble around me.<br /><br />Nobody can claim <b>definitely</b> <br />to know everything about me.<br /><br />Except maybe for him.<br /><br />But otherwise, you might call me a recluse <br />when it comes to things that surround me <br />and my bubble.<br /><br />I like space.<br />I like my personal space.<br />Which may be the reason why <br />the bubble is still so in tact<br /><br />I like to be alone at times<br />I like spending time with myself<br />Pampering myself<br />and just being there for me;<br />Which,<br />not many are able to understand;<br />not many are able to comprehend.<br /><br />Do not probe<br />Do not push<br />I will reveal what I have had concealed<br /><br />The more you push, <br />the more I pull away.<br />It's my system,<br />my mechanism; <br />It's simply the way I work.<br /><br />Oh, I play with facades.<br />Which explains my confidence when talking,<br />when meeting people.<br />Which explains my high-spirited merriment,<br />my explosive laughter and verbal dexterity.<br /><br />It's almost 21 years now<br />and I'm still on my journey <br />to self-discovery...<br /><br />I may anticipate;<br />but I surprise myself at times<br /><br />And in times where <br />contradictions take place,<br />I may or may not find a way to reconcile it;<br />I may shrug it off<br />or play along.<br /><br />But either way,<br />it's a crossroad to my self-discovery<br /><br />It's a soul-search like never before.</em></center><br /><br /><br />--<br />[edited] I was bored. So decided to do a lil something more to the photo I took of Sirens under my dragon light.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakak-kakak-oldies-kan.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrutiny-and-closure.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-8734271060917316695?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-55754103583403519112008-12-13T12:32:00.005+08:002008-12-14T23:38:34.707+08:00Wah. Insulted seh.<br />Mai walked past my room and I was playing this song on my lappy:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnYolZms5JY" target="blank">Akon - Right Now</a><br /><br />Then she said "Oh my God! Kak! You know the song?"<br /><br />Tsk.<br /><br />Ok I admit that I'm lagging ah when it comes to mainstream songs.<br /><br />Radio station dalam kereta pon Class 95 kan.<br /><br />And everytime Firah takes over the car, she'll be like "Kak! You're so BORING!" -switches radio station-<br /><br />Mai was behind me all this while as I typed this post, and she said "Insulted seh. I meant it in a GOOD way ah.." Then she ran out of things to say then she burst out laughing.<br /><br />-.-"<br /><br />Thanks.<br /><br />I love my sisters.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NO MORE PINJAM MY BAJU!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I MEAN IT!<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/uncontrollable.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/passage-into-midnight-journey-into-self_14.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-5575410358340351911?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-30080642903313835262008-12-12T23:31:00.009+08:002008-12-14T23:38:00.224+08:00Finally, yes, <b>FINALLY</b>... I'll go on to talk about something else other than guitar. Hee.<br /><br />I bloghopped (Yeah, I do this a lot when I'm bored) and I came across some girl talking about her shopping spree kan.<br /><br />Then she said something about girls in general, which, I somewhat agree with?<br />It went something like "If we're happy, we shop. If we're depressed, we shop." Amazing eh. Haha.. Technically, we just.. shop.<br /><br />Which brings me back to my previous spree last Saturday. <br /><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/retail-therapy-ied.html" target="blank">Re: retail therapy(-ied)</a><br />$200 kan I spent without realising? 5 tops, lingerie, jeans.. Retail therapy habis ah kira. Post exams nya gila. Abeh sale seh.<br />(I spent some more online actually.)<br /><br />Ah. Beh kan. A few days later..<br />I wanted to get driving shades. Cos my driving shades broke.<br />Like, broke. How? I think got one time when I wasn't using it, I placed it on the dashboard, then this aggressive driver managed to throw the shades off and let it slide all over the place. I think ah. Or maybe memang dah ajal dia. Ajal maut dan jodoh di tangan Tuhan kan. So I think memang dah ajal dia lah.<br /><br />Then then I sad. Cos it was my favourite pair. And driving shades are different from my other shades. Like, driving shades kan, they block out the sun. Or if I giler then I wear it malam to block out stupid high beams. (K last part bedek)<br /><br />So nak cari new pair of driving shades kan.<br /><br />Then saw this pair at 77th Street. <br />Lawa k.<br />But it didn't block out the sun. Then I sad. Like, sad TAU. In front of the counter with :-(<br />Then he said "Beli je lah. It's really very nice. It goes with the pink top you got on Saturday."<br />"I know! But it doesn't block out the sun!"<br />"You nak block out the sun sangat, you tampal lah tape colour hitam. Confirm block."<br />I swear I merajok-ed.<br /><br />So what shades did I get in the end, you ask?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I bought a new pair of heels. 20% off kat Mondo.<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/elevation-surreal.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/kakak-kakak-oldies-kan.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3008064290331383526?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-77051853879137623892008-12-12T09:19:00.019+08:002009-02-15T13:53:39.776+08:00<marquee bgcolor="#999999" width="100%" direction="LEFT" loop="infinite" scrollamount="2"><strong><font color="black">WILL.I.AM - IT'S A NEW DAY</font></strong></marquee> <br /><object width="30" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbpnDUj354M&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbpnDUj354M&hl=en&fs=1&fmt=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"></embed></object> <br /><br> <br /><center><strong>It's a New Day</strong> <br />(will.i.am) <br /> <br />"... <br />I woke up this morning <br />Feeling alright <br />I've been fightin' for tomorrow <br />All my life <br />Yea, I woke up this morning <br />Feeling brand new <br />Cause the dreams that I've been dreaming <br />Has finally come true <br /> <br />It's a new day <br />(it's a new day) <br />It's a new day <br />(it's a new day) <br />It's a new day <br />It's a new day! <br />..."</center> <br /> <br />--- <br /> <br /><strong><strike>The Beginning of the End</strike> A New Beginning</strong> <br /> <br /><i>So I was looking at youtube videos on sweeps right. And I picked up a few starter's tricks. Then I attempted the full C shape. It was about 10+ close to 11 pm, and I got stuck at the last string. So.. I SMSed Faie; which was so totally random - Siapa tanya pasal guitar thru SMS, kau ckp ngn aku? haha</i> <br /> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Faie, for the C shape, there's 2 notes on the last string, so I've gotta pick it twice?"</font> <br /><font color=0099FF>"Pull off the G"</font> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Pull off the G before strumming back up?"</font> <em>(Yes, duh. K I know I sounded stupid, shut up. haha)</em> <br /><font color=0099FF>"Hahaha.. Yes, Marlia."</font> <br /> <br /><em>(tried) </em> <br /> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Tak boleh! Macamaner?"</font> <br /><font color=0099FF>"Your pinky confirm can pull off the G. Your right hand degil wanna pick twice."</font> <br /> <br /><em>(After a while)</em> <br /> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Boleh! Da boleh! Thank you Faie! You're da man!"</font> <br /><font color=0099FF>"Haha you're funny"</font> <br />... <br />Then he said <font color=0099FF>"Next time I teach you sweep plus tap.. It's verrry easy.. </font><em>("verrry easy" dia takleh percaya sangat)</em> <font color=0099FF>I created my own sweep+tap+slide.. it's so cool i've never seen anyone do it. and i want you to learn it. can? hehe"</font> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"i'd be honoured. but why me eh?"</font> <br /><font color=0099FF>"cos you're the only girl i know that has passion in learning.. other girls smangat 5 min jer. hehe. don't give up la marlia ;)"</font> <em>(The last part sounded weird. Does he read my blog?)</em> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Haha.. reason why i'm so on is cause i've been playing the guitar for 8 years and i've always been 2nd guitar. i wanna be 1st guitar!..."</font> <br /><font color=0099FF>"i support you! hehe.. it's really cool la to see a girl playing lead guitar. i wish to see you lead one day ;) or maybe play alongside you"</font> <br /><font color=FF00CC>"Sure sure! we'll jam one day k. and thanks so much for your ardent support bro. it means a lot to me. good night :-)"</font> <br /> <br />So.. he was right. 2/3 days. Didn't take A MONTH. lol. But I think I know what Kasman meant. As in, the technique will be ingrained in the flow of my playing in that duration. (But if he meant it would take A MONTH to actually LEARN the bloody thing, then I'm insulted. HAHA!) <br /> <br />--- <br /> <br /><strong>The Push Factors</strong> <br /> <br /><strong>Push Factor #1</strong> <br /><i>He who believed</i> <br /> <br />"I can sweep! I can sweep!" <br />"Hahaha... Congrats!" <br />"Tapi tak clean ah.." <br />"Practice makes perfect.." <br />-squeals- "Excited gilerrr!" <em>(K this part I very girl-girl already.)</em> <br />"Why?" <br />"I never thought I could do all this nonsense!" <br />"I told you before that you could what. You didn't wanna listen to me. <strong>Low self esteem</strong>" <br /> <br /> <br />The last bolded part would link to <br /><strong>Push Factor #2</strong> <br /><i>(A conversation that was conveyed to me.)</i> <br /> <br /><em>A previous lead guitarist:</em>"Aku bingit sak ngn Marlia." <br />"Asal?" <br />"Aku tau dia leh main solo tapi dia mati-mati taknak." <em>(Context: Everytime we pick songs to jam, he'd be asking me to share solos with him. Then I'd say I can't.)</em> <br /> <br />Until now, I haven't spoken to him. Not because I'm angry, but because I'm afraid of him. HAHAHA! Fierce sia dia. I scared. :( <br /> <br />Actually.. Aku tak sekental tu ah. It's just cos I have nothing to say to him. haha.. <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Push Factor #3</strong> <br /><em>Having things their way.</em> <br /> <br />"Girl. Bored ah. Jam?" <br />"I also bored! Play what song?" <br />And he sent me this link: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8GDvCrmZbQ" target="blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8GDvCrmZbQ</a> <br />I listened to it, and found it similar to some Dimmu or Kalmah song but I can't remember exactly. And the starting sounds a bit A7X-ish. Starting jer ah. <br />But he said "nohhh" (typically Skye) and said it was different octaves anyway. <br />Then I listened on and reached the solo and I said "*&%$ I'm at the solo now" <br />He said "hoho" <br />I said he was crazy <br />When I asked if he was taking lead, he said a simple "nopes". <br />"Then, me?" <br />"uh huh" <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>Push Factor #4</strong> <br /><em>And the strongest push factor ever: Non-believers</em> <br /> <br />It's not the same as the previous push factors who KNOW you can do it, but you DON'T? It's this: <br /><i>The best thing about people not believing in you is the very fact that you get to prove them wrong</i> (: <br /> <br />--- <br /> <br />So how did I do it? I basically split it into parts <br />1) Top half C shape <br />2) Bottom half C shape <br />3) Bottom half C shape plus pinky <br />4) All together <br /> <br /><embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v332/ailram/sweep.flv"> <br /> <br />HAHA! Lembab. <br />Okayyy.... Maybe I haven't nailed speed and smoothness. But I've gotten technique - both hands are in-sync. So technically what I have now is sloppy sweeping. Perfection is in progress. <br />And later we'll move on to more tricks. <br />It's sweeps and licks and shreds now. <br />I am, <strong>finally</strong>, moving on, after overcoming the fear of first guitar. <br /> <br />And all it took was a little push in the right direction - you start with solo harmony through 2nd guitar, and then move on to your own solos through 1st. Wah. I feel like a big girl now. <br /> <br />So. <br />It's about time we eradicate the stereotypes. <br />This time, <br />a GIRL no longer sings <br />a GIRL no longer plays the bass <br />a GIRL no longer plays the keyboard <br />a GIRL no longer plays the 2nd guitar <br />This time, <br />THIS girl plays the lead. <br /> <br />To all, for all, my ladies. <br /> <br /><i>The feeling of new-found self-confidence like never before... <br /> <br />Surreal.</i> <br /> <br />--- <br /> <br />Hmm. <br />Alright. <br />So now you know that I, <br />however you know me as: Marlia, Amsis, whatever, <br />you know now that I have insecurities and I am a victim of low self-esteem. <br />Uh huh. <br />Now you know eh. <br />You've always thought I was so damn confident in everything I do kan. <br />Well. <br />You thought wrong. <br />(And I'm not merely talking about guitar. Go figure.) <br /> <br />Brave of me to finally come out, no? heh. <br /> <br />Picking up. <br />Getting there. <br /> <br /> <br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/re-finger-exercises.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/uncontrollable.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-7705185387913762389?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13401319267235967452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397348063414485524.post-35000389547426589232008-12-11T20:55:00.010+08:002008-12-14T23:36:37.422+08:00<center><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SUEQym8xDcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ANQFZX67nDU/s1600-h/sweep.jpg" target="blank"><img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pwX_uB59E_g/SUEQym8xDcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ANQFZX67nDU/s320/sweep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278518699889855938" /></a><br />(Click to enlarge)</center><br /><br />So my personal nick was/is: "sweep picking is fkin hard."<br /><br />And I had like a few people messaging me (at the same time eh - and sumer from "Musicians" nyer group - which is why I highlighted that).<br /><br />Syafiq went like "Sweep picking seyyy"<br />and Fahmi went like "Sweep picking nampak"<br />and Kasman went like "in 1 month's time it's not gonna be hard (:"<br />and Faie went like "I can teach you."<br /><br />But the MOST helpful one was Faie lah k.<br />I told him what I could and couldn't do.. Then he said it'll be fine in 2/3 days.<br />At least he had faith seh. 2/3 days. I told him my left hand is not fast enough for my right hand. But he diagnosed that my right hand degil, not the left. Hockay.<br /><br />Kasman gave me 1 month! I know lah he pro.<br /><br />And Syafiq could do full C shape, and I can only do a half C shape, tu pon tak clean..<br /><br />And Kasman gave me links to Jason Becker's vids.<br /><br />But Faie was weird before this MSN conversation.<br />Yesterday he SMSed me saying "Marlia, Faie here."<br />"Yeah bro?"<br />Then he said "Saturday jamming Faie nak ikot."<br />(Asal eh berbual gitu. HAHAHAHAH I mean.. It's like budak2 kecik nya berbual.. Padehal da besar panjang.)<br />Then I said tak tau jadi ke tak.<br /><br />K dah random.<br />Tu je.<br /><br />I'm giving myself 1 week to do a full C shape WITH MY CACAT PINKY.<br /><br />CONFIRM nyer korang realise my pinky malas dan degil.<br />Tengok betul2. Dia susah nak kluar.<br /><br />Ok. Jom mandi.<br />Pas tu kiter try lagi.<br /><br />(I'll do "proper blog updates" for non-musicians too k. Haha.. Korang confirm lost.)<br /><br /><br /><div align=left><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/finger-exercises.html"><-- Previous</div></a><div align=right><a href="http://amsisma.blogspot.com/2008/12/elevation-surreal.html">Next --></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397348063414485524-3500038954742658923?l=amsisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>