Its effing freezing in here even though the heater is on.Or maybe its just me.Im supposed to do something else but ended up in this empty space of my own blog.I dun wanna write anything in particular today.So, here're some randoms about moi.
# Bakeries never fails to amuse me.All those pastries can always make me happy.Cinnamon roll, danish, croissant, cupcakes.Mmmm-hmm.
# Im a jobless graduate.
# I want that blue frozen drink at McDonalds >.<
# My childhood dream was to be an astronaut.
# I also had this dream to be a famous person one day.As in 'Nobel prize winner'-ish.Nerd!
# I procrastinate. Here some tips to share.
# Anything in red always catches my eyes <3
# One day, I want to own a bakery so I wont have to buy any whenever I craze for some pastries.
# I think Im in love with Mrs Higgins cookies.
# I need my Bubble Tea fix -.-
# I havent eaten since morning and my stomach is growling.Gonna go get those muffins from that cafe across the quad.Yumm.
Meh!This is boring.Dont bother.All I can think of is food.
Smell ya later!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Bittersweet Symphony
I was tagged in a note my friend back in college wrote on facebook. She talked about college, the band, orches and stuff.Mostly about the band and orchest comp recently.Reading her note brings me back to the past and i really miss those moments 5 years back.Wow, I feel old.Damn, I am old.
So here, I paste it in my blog just to share with others.The courtesy of Neena Suffian:)
"My last trip to College was in the Summer of 2007 with Beyh and Abs. Since then I had stopped coming back. I think it was because I started feeling like I didn't belong anymore. None of the faces in College were familiar, and as obnoxious as this sounds, I didn't like the fact that every single kid that passed by me had no idea who I was, WHICH BATCH I was from, and what that batch had done for the school.
It felt like all traces that we had left just six years ago had been wiped out. It's like we never existed.
And that feeling was what I hated most of all.
So I decided to stop going back.
That is, until Mama conveniently decided to appoint myself as a willing slave (read: volunteer) for the annual Event of Annoyance that is OGA Day, on the first of May.
Naturally, I hatched a predictable plan to run to the Band Room and coop myself up in there the entire day. Which was when I stumbled upon a gaggle of tudung-clad girls, decked out in all their "X" Tee glory (remember that one? With the silver X on the back, and all those . . . cheesy words of wisdom in bold yellow font?).
Bandgirls.
Now you guys know I haven't had the best relationship with our Band Juniors. They all hate me with a fury, and believe me, the feeling is more than mutual after I was forced to watch the Band submit to repeated failure year after year after year ever since we left it in the charge of the Batch of 2004. Six years on, I had completely lost any interest in the wellbeing of our Band Juniors whatsoever.
All I wanted was for them to unlock the Band Room for me so I could sit inside and relive old memories for a couple of hours. So I put on my best Kakak Garang face (Damn fail. Tak reti buat muka garang!) and told them I wanted to go check out the Band Room.
I expected a meek nod or something equivalent to that in response. What I got instead was a group of chatty fifth formers who were more than happy to give me a grand tour of the newly-refurbished Band Room.
On our way to Block G, one of them, Lisa, turns around and asks me: "So, Kak Neena Band ke dulu? What batch are you from?"
"Oh no, don't worry about it, I left way before your time." Note: I FELT SO OLD SAYING THAT!
"But batch apa?"
"2003."
All five of them stop mid-stride, whip around, and stare at me with mouths agape.
Sara (a tiny, chatty little chipmunk who plays the flute): "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"
Tall Beautiful Flutist Whose Name I Forgot (TBF from now on): "YOU'RE A MUNCHER!"
How do I put into words the expressions of awe that bloomed on their faces? I can't. You guys should have been there. The reaction would have been the same if, say, Neens and Sydd and Azq had stumbled upon the drumline for the Cavaliers. Or Blue Devils. Or ANY drum corp, for that matter.
So macam biasa, Neens blank sekejap. While these girls flaffed about, I stood there thinking: "What the hell?"
It turns out, you guys, that the memory of the Batch of 2003 is far from dead. FAR FROM IT.
The girls ended up telling me how much we've influenced them even since the beginning of their college lives "way back" in 2005 (Please la. "Way back in 2005?" Budak-budak ni. Lempang karang). Would anyone believe me if I told you that since 2003, we've been the benchmark for every single batch that's passed through college, in every single area of activity?
Would you believe me if I told you that since we left, our nicknames have lived on? They know that the Sectionleader for the trumpetline in 2003 was Sitod, they know that senior paling garang dalam woodwinds was Aler, they know that Mizerq was the cool head for the clarinet section, they know that there was a crazy bunch of percussionists with funky names like Bekk and Chetd and Azq, they know that there was a pretty bass drummer called Botd, they know that only in 2003 had the Band ever elected a Deputy (coughcoughcough), and for some reason they had it in their heads that a trumpetliner, Ayus, was the first from our batch to get hitched.
. . . . Okay, that last line? When they told me? I laughed so hard I had to run away to Block F1 before I peed in my pants. DENGAR TU AYUS? MANA DAPAT CERITA NI? APE YANG KAU HEBOH DEKAT JUNIOR-JUNIOR COLLEGE? Hahahahahahaha.
And would you guys believe me if I told you that they still talk about the stunts we used to pull? (This is hard evidence that Juniors zaman kita F5 memang kuat mengumpat. Chis.) They would ask me, "Betul ke dulu you had this Signature thing and bullied a junior sampai she tried to commit suicide?"
"Betul ke dulu Band members Munchers pernah tinggalkan En. Saleh sampai dia kena kejar you all naik motor dia?" THIS WAS TRUE! THIS REALLY HAPPENED! I accidentally left En. Saleh behind when we were late for a performance, Ya Allah he was PISSED OFF okay. Lepas dia dah puas lecture Neens dekat Lenggeng, he felt so guilty that on the way home he made the driver stop at a waterfall site! And then we ate durians/rambutans by the roadside! Betul kan? Siapa ingat?
They knew SO much about us. Especially about our Bandgirls. It came to a point where I felt that it was pretty freaky to have complete strangers talk about our Batch's personal episodes. It was like, "Who ARE you kids? How do you KNOW all these things?!"
Anyway, I digress. You guys get my point, right? They idolise us. Completely. And guess whose fault this is?
EN. SALEH IBRAHIM. Trust him to make us sound like mythical personas from another era. According to the girls, he describes us as a "brilliantly rebellious bunch". It sounded so much better when they quoted him directly, but I'm just translating everything because it makes it easier for me to write.
Needless to say, I spent the whole day in the Band Room. Talking to a group of five Bandgirls from the Batch of 2009. I told them so much: about how much we LOVED marching band. About how much we hated the formation of the orchestra in the beginning. Of our reaction to Puan Rokiah's inclination to dis-band the marching division (Ayus: Do you remember me burying my head in your lap and crying for hours after we heard about this? This was masa F3. We were in class! No, YOU were in class! I just dove right in!).
I told them about our turbulent history with Acub and Alam Shah.
I told them about our amazing adventures on the field, being yelled at by the greatest figures in Band history (Faezah Asma, Aida Shafina, Wan Norlinie, the trumpetline seniors of 2001, Kak Alif on toms, Dila Beros on snare).
I even told them about the turning point in our short college years, when we decided that, "Hey, you know what? Orchestra isn't so bad. Acub isn't so annoying eventhough he sweats rivers. Because he does that cute blinking thing he does. Plus, the Alam Shah boys are kind of nice." (HAHA!)
I told them about that night in 2002, during the Wind Orchestra Finals at Sg. Gadut, where we placed 3rd. I told them how liberating it felt to know that we didn't suck as much as we think we did, and that dreams were attainable. I told them about our half-and-half decision in 2003, to try and pursure both state marching and orchestra, and coming up short for both events.
And then I went on to talk about how much it hurt to see the Band deteriorate year on year. To see the helm of administration be passed on from one dispassionate music teacher to the next. I told them how frustrated we were with the girls back then (I took a particularly long time bashing that batch that didn't make it to the finals. Which batch was it?!! Which one?! God, my blood boils just thinking about them.)
So the entire time I was talking, all five girls stayed silent. But as soon as I paused for a breather, Lisa (Band President) comes up to me and says: "Kak Neena, please stay here sekejap. Give us 10 minutes okay?" And then she runs off.
10 minutes later, Lisa calls me out to Dewan Budiman. I walk in and see the entire orchestra onstage. I asked Lisa, "Ape ni?"
She simply says: "Watch."
And I did. For nine whole minutes.
Nine. Amazing. Minutes.
Nine minutes was all it took for them to restore my faith in what I thought was a dying institution, you guys. I know everyone thinks I'm prone to exaggerating, but if you also know me well enough you should know that I have selective memory. Certain events in life that I hold dear, I will remember for the rest of my days. And this was definitely one of them.
I don't really know how to explain what I felt at that point. My heart swelled. And my eyes teared, obviously, because Neens can't sit through one orchestra performance without flashback-ing to those days where nothing else mattered aside from making good music together.
Before leaving college, Mama went to Tunku Noraini's office to chat for a bit, so I sat in the car with Lisa and talked. I asked them, bluntly, how they got so good. So, so good. Is there a new instructor? Does he work with magic?
She shrugged (Budak ni sangat selekeh, mind you. Posture sangat horror, she sits all slumped up in her seat, but as soon as she gets onstage and picks up her euphonium, she looks like a robot. Chest out, back straight, the whole shebang. Sangat pelik). "My batch has always been passionate about the Band. It's been frustrating for us all these years too. We've always been the majority, but because we were juniors not all of us were allowed to participate. And, frankly speaking, our seniors sucked ass."
Sumpah demi Allah she said that. "Our seniors sucked ass." It was at that point I decided I loved this kid.
"So when this year came, we seized the opportunity. Brought everyone on board. Practiced like crazy. Chose a Level 6 song (!!!!!!!!!!!WTF!!!!!!!!!!). Decided to go to Orchest Comp with it."
I was like !!!!!!!!!!WTF!!!!!!!!! "Lagu ni Level 6?!"
"Hak ah."
Guys, all the orchestral pieces we used to play were Level 4 types. Just to clarify why my reaction was so WTF.
She told me about how they were complete underdogs at first. They had a chaotic 1st Round which was held at some cluster school. Came back to college dejected, but then bucked up and practiced til their lips bled (those yang pakai braces and main woodwinds). They ended up emerging on top of every other school during Saringan yo! They still had a month ++ to go before finals at that point in time, and they were already SO pumped. It was infectious tau korang! Neens pulak yang terexcited sekali! No, but seriously. Their sense of semangat was almost tangible. I know this because I felt it too.
Before Ma and I left, I wrote a little goodbye note on the whiteboard in the Band Room. The usual stuff, you guys know la. And the girls were so upset when I had to leave, it was so cute, man. Then as I was walking out through the double doors, this little chipmunk of a girl called Sara yelled out to me: "Kak Neena!"
I turned.
She grinned, super cheekily. "Don't worry. We'll live up to your legacy."
And on June 20th 2009, ladies, they not only lived up to our legacy - they went above and beyond it.
I was super sebak during the girls' performance. Super sebak because I was super proud. Proud that they proved me wrong, and proud that they proved TKC is still out to kick some ass. And proud to have finally found one, just one batch of Bandgirls, that I believe in almost as much as my own.
Guys, I am so proud to have had the opportunity to get to know some of these girls. They are everything we should be proud of, and more. These girls are classy, dignified, committed, and confident. They handle their instruments with ease, and good God are they talented! Their musical capabilities surpass ours by miles. MILES.
There were times, back then, when I felt that we were the last of the best that the Band will ever get to see. The Batch of 2009 certainly put those thoughts to rest. I am truly humbled by this group, and tip off my hat to them.
The best moment I had at the orchestra on Saturday was during the storming applause after the emcee (from Koleq) announced our win. After jumping around like an idiot and screaming my lungs out I sat back in my seat, exhausted, when a thought suddenly came to me.
This is what it feels like, you guys.
This is what it feels like to finally be proud of your Juniors."
And here are the videos from youtube during the final.
Thats something to be proud of.
Stand tall. Keep pride. Have faith.
So here, I paste it in my blog just to share with others.The courtesy of Neena Suffian:)
"My last trip to College was in the Summer of 2007 with Beyh and Abs. Since then I had stopped coming back. I think it was because I started feeling like I didn't belong anymore. None of the faces in College were familiar, and as obnoxious as this sounds, I didn't like the fact that every single kid that passed by me had no idea who I was, WHICH BATCH I was from, and what that batch had done for the school.
It felt like all traces that we had left just six years ago had been wiped out. It's like we never existed.
And that feeling was what I hated most of all.
So I decided to stop going back.
That is, until Mama conveniently decided to appoint myself as a willing slave (read: volunteer) for the annual Event of Annoyance that is OGA Day, on the first of May.
Naturally, I hatched a predictable plan to run to the Band Room and coop myself up in there the entire day. Which was when I stumbled upon a gaggle of tudung-clad girls, decked out in all their "X" Tee glory (remember that one? With the silver X on the back, and all those . . . cheesy words of wisdom in bold yellow font?).
Bandgirls.
Now you guys know I haven't had the best relationship with our Band Juniors. They all hate me with a fury, and believe me, the feeling is more than mutual after I was forced to watch the Band submit to repeated failure year after year after year ever since we left it in the charge of the Batch of 2004. Six years on, I had completely lost any interest in the wellbeing of our Band Juniors whatsoever.
All I wanted was for them to unlock the Band Room for me so I could sit inside and relive old memories for a couple of hours. So I put on my best Kakak Garang face (Damn fail. Tak reti buat muka garang!) and told them I wanted to go check out the Band Room.
I expected a meek nod or something equivalent to that in response. What I got instead was a group of chatty fifth formers who were more than happy to give me a grand tour of the newly-refurbished Band Room.
On our way to Block G, one of them, Lisa, turns around and asks me: "So, Kak Neena Band ke dulu? What batch are you from?"
"Oh no, don't worry about it, I left way before your time." Note: I FELT SO OLD SAYING THAT!
"But batch apa?"
"2003."
All five of them stop mid-stride, whip around, and stare at me with mouths agape.
Sara (a tiny, chatty little chipmunk who plays the flute): "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"
Tall Beautiful Flutist Whose Name I Forgot (TBF from now on): "YOU'RE A MUNCHER!"
How do I put into words the expressions of awe that bloomed on their faces? I can't. You guys should have been there. The reaction would have been the same if, say, Neens and Sydd and Azq had stumbled upon the drumline for the Cavaliers. Or Blue Devils. Or ANY drum corp, for that matter.
So macam biasa, Neens blank sekejap. While these girls flaffed about, I stood there thinking: "What the hell?"
It turns out, you guys, that the memory of the Batch of 2003 is far from dead. FAR FROM IT.
The girls ended up telling me how much we've influenced them even since the beginning of their college lives "way back" in 2005 (Please la. "Way back in 2005?" Budak-budak ni. Lempang karang). Would anyone believe me if I told you that since 2003, we've been the benchmark for every single batch that's passed through college, in every single area of activity?
Would you believe me if I told you that since we left, our nicknames have lived on? They know that the Sectionleader for the trumpetline in 2003 was Sitod, they know that senior paling garang dalam woodwinds was Aler, they know that Mizerq was the cool head for the clarinet section, they know that there was a crazy bunch of percussionists with funky names like Bekk and Chetd and Azq, they know that there was a pretty bass drummer called Botd, they know that only in 2003 had the Band ever elected a Deputy (coughcoughcough), and for some reason they had it in their heads that a trumpetliner, Ayus, was the first from our batch to get hitched.
. . . . Okay, that last line? When they told me? I laughed so hard I had to run away to Block F1 before I peed in my pants. DENGAR TU AYUS? MANA DAPAT CERITA NI? APE YANG KAU HEBOH DEKAT JUNIOR-JUNIOR COLLEGE? Hahahahahahaha.
And would you guys believe me if I told you that they still talk about the stunts we used to pull? (This is hard evidence that Juniors zaman kita F5 memang kuat mengumpat. Chis.) They would ask me, "Betul ke dulu you had this Signature thing and bullied a junior sampai she tried to commit suicide?"
"Betul ke dulu Band members Munchers pernah tinggalkan En. Saleh sampai dia kena kejar you all naik motor dia?" THIS WAS TRUE! THIS REALLY HAPPENED! I accidentally left En. Saleh behind when we were late for a performance, Ya Allah he was PISSED OFF okay. Lepas dia dah puas lecture Neens dekat Lenggeng, he felt so guilty that on the way home he made the driver stop at a waterfall site! And then we ate durians/rambutans by the roadside! Betul kan? Siapa ingat?
They knew SO much about us. Especially about our Bandgirls. It came to a point where I felt that it was pretty freaky to have complete strangers talk about our Batch's personal episodes. It was like, "Who ARE you kids? How do you KNOW all these things?!"
Anyway, I digress. You guys get my point, right? They idolise us. Completely. And guess whose fault this is?
EN. SALEH IBRAHIM. Trust him to make us sound like mythical personas from another era. According to the girls, he describes us as a "brilliantly rebellious bunch". It sounded so much better when they quoted him directly, but I'm just translating everything because it makes it easier for me to write.
Needless to say, I spent the whole day in the Band Room. Talking to a group of five Bandgirls from the Batch of 2009. I told them so much: about how much we LOVED marching band. About how much we hated the formation of the orchestra in the beginning. Of our reaction to Puan Rokiah's inclination to dis-band the marching division (Ayus: Do you remember me burying my head in your lap and crying for hours after we heard about this? This was masa F3. We were in class! No, YOU were in class! I just dove right in!).
I told them about our turbulent history with Acub and Alam Shah.
I told them about our amazing adventures on the field, being yelled at by the greatest figures in Band history (Faezah Asma, Aida Shafina, Wan Norlinie, the trumpetline seniors of 2001, Kak Alif on toms, Dila Beros on snare).
I even told them about the turning point in our short college years, when we decided that, "Hey, you know what? Orchestra isn't so bad. Acub isn't so annoying eventhough he sweats rivers. Because he does that cute blinking thing he does. Plus, the Alam Shah boys are kind of nice." (HAHA!)
I told them about that night in 2002, during the Wind Orchestra Finals at Sg. Gadut, where we placed 3rd. I told them how liberating it felt to know that we didn't suck as much as we think we did, and that dreams were attainable. I told them about our half-and-half decision in 2003, to try and pursure both state marching and orchestra, and coming up short for both events.
And then I went on to talk about how much it hurt to see the Band deteriorate year on year. To see the helm of administration be passed on from one dispassionate music teacher to the next. I told them how frustrated we were with the girls back then (I took a particularly long time bashing that batch that didn't make it to the finals. Which batch was it?!! Which one?! God, my blood boils just thinking about them.)
So the entire time I was talking, all five girls stayed silent. But as soon as I paused for a breather, Lisa (Band President) comes up to me and says: "Kak Neena, please stay here sekejap. Give us 10 minutes okay?" And then she runs off.
10 minutes later, Lisa calls me out to Dewan Budiman. I walk in and see the entire orchestra onstage. I asked Lisa, "Ape ni?"
She simply says: "Watch."
And I did. For nine whole minutes.
Nine. Amazing. Minutes.
Nine minutes was all it took for them to restore my faith in what I thought was a dying institution, you guys. I know everyone thinks I'm prone to exaggerating, but if you also know me well enough you should know that I have selective memory. Certain events in life that I hold dear, I will remember for the rest of my days. And this was definitely one of them.
I don't really know how to explain what I felt at that point. My heart swelled. And my eyes teared, obviously, because Neens can't sit through one orchestra performance without flashback-ing to those days where nothing else mattered aside from making good music together.
Before leaving college, Mama went to Tunku Noraini's office to chat for a bit, so I sat in the car with Lisa and talked. I asked them, bluntly, how they got so good. So, so good. Is there a new instructor? Does he work with magic?
She shrugged (Budak ni sangat selekeh, mind you. Posture sangat horror, she sits all slumped up in her seat, but as soon as she gets onstage and picks up her euphonium, she looks like a robot. Chest out, back straight, the whole shebang. Sangat pelik). "My batch has always been passionate about the Band. It's been frustrating for us all these years too. We've always been the majority, but because we were juniors not all of us were allowed to participate. And, frankly speaking, our seniors sucked ass."
Sumpah demi Allah she said that. "Our seniors sucked ass." It was at that point I decided I loved this kid.
"So when this year came, we seized the opportunity. Brought everyone on board. Practiced like crazy. Chose a Level 6 song (!!!!!!!!!!!WTF!!!!!!!!!!). Decided to go to Orchest Comp with it."
I was like !!!!!!!!!!WTF!!!!!!!!! "Lagu ni Level 6?!"
"Hak ah."
Guys, all the orchestral pieces we used to play were Level 4 types. Just to clarify why my reaction was so WTF.
She told me about how they were complete underdogs at first. They had a chaotic 1st Round which was held at some cluster school. Came back to college dejected, but then bucked up and practiced til their lips bled (those yang pakai braces and main woodwinds). They ended up emerging on top of every other school during Saringan yo! They still had a month ++ to go before finals at that point in time, and they were already SO pumped. It was infectious tau korang! Neens pulak yang terexcited sekali! No, but seriously. Their sense of semangat was almost tangible. I know this because I felt it too.
Before Ma and I left, I wrote a little goodbye note on the whiteboard in the Band Room. The usual stuff, you guys know la. And the girls were so upset when I had to leave, it was so cute, man. Then as I was walking out through the double doors, this little chipmunk of a girl called Sara yelled out to me: "Kak Neena!"
I turned.
She grinned, super cheekily. "Don't worry. We'll live up to your legacy."
And on June 20th 2009, ladies, they not only lived up to our legacy - they went above and beyond it.
I was super sebak during the girls' performance. Super sebak because I was super proud. Proud that they proved me wrong, and proud that they proved TKC is still out to kick some ass. And proud to have finally found one, just one batch of Bandgirls, that I believe in almost as much as my own.
Guys, I am so proud to have had the opportunity to get to know some of these girls. They are everything we should be proud of, and more. These girls are classy, dignified, committed, and confident. They handle their instruments with ease, and good God are they talented! Their musical capabilities surpass ours by miles. MILES.
There were times, back then, when I felt that we were the last of the best that the Band will ever get to see. The Batch of 2009 certainly put those thoughts to rest. I am truly humbled by this group, and tip off my hat to them.
The best moment I had at the orchestra on Saturday was during the storming applause after the emcee (from Koleq) announced our win. After jumping around like an idiot and screaming my lungs out I sat back in my seat, exhausted, when a thought suddenly came to me.
This is what it feels like, you guys.
This is what it feels like to finally be proud of your Juniors."
And here are the videos from youtube during the final.
Thats something to be proud of.
Stand tall. Keep pride. Have faith.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Sunday Morning!
I know there're a few things that needs to be done.But, I prefer to curl up in bed in this fine Sunday morning until noon even though Im not that sleepy anymore.Plus, who would ever leave this warm, comfy zone when its really cold outside(my room).God bless whoever invented electric blanket^^
Oh, Good Morning by the way.Its Sunday already =.=".I like Sundays because, well its Sunday.Weekend.No work.But, Sunday is like a reminder to all of us that the week is about to end and here comes Monday, which everybody hates.Whatever.Thats the way life is anyway.
Do you know that Im still lying down while typing this thing.I type with only one hand with my laptop on my bedside table.Heh.Downright lazy ass.Well, my other body parts still refuse to come out from the duvet.
Im still debating whether to just get up, shower and do whatever needs to be done around the house, or just stay in bed, watch series and stare up at the ceiling until noon.
Hurmm,gimme 10 minutes more and Ill decide.
*golek2*
Oh, Good Morning by the way.Its Sunday already =.=".I like Sundays because, well its Sunday.Weekend.No work.But, Sunday is like a reminder to all of us that the week is about to end and here comes Monday, which everybody hates.Whatever.Thats the way life is anyway.
Do you know that Im still lying down while typing this thing.I type with only one hand with my laptop on my bedside table.Heh.Downright lazy ass.Well, my other body parts still refuse to come out from the duvet.
Im still debating whether to just get up, shower and do whatever needs to be done around the house, or just stay in bed, watch series and stare up at the ceiling until noon.
Hurmm,gimme 10 minutes more and Ill decide.
*golek2*
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to do the right thing, you just end up flat on your back, flailing around in a big pile of horse crap.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday
Boo!
Miss me? Miss me? Heh.
I think I finally figured out what can I do during my break - update my blog.Haha.Lame.I have phone interview this afternoon.Dunno what to expect actually.Well, wish me luck!
I love Thursday.'Cause Thursday is payday:)
Ok, till then ppl.
Miss me? Miss me? Heh.
I think I finally figured out what can I do during my break - update my blog.Haha.Lame.I have phone interview this afternoon.Dunno what to expect actually.Well, wish me luck!
I love Thursday.'Cause Thursday is payday:)
Ok, till then ppl.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I'll see you tonight in the back of my mind...
Do you think I dont cry.Do you think I dont weep.Every song I listened reminds me of you.Every movie I watched reminds me of you.You're still in the back of my mind before I go to sleep.Those memories worth a lifetime, y'know...
Aishah means happiness
Would you sacrifice yourself to make others happy?
Or, would you just being selfish for your own happpiness...
Or, would you just being selfish for your own happpiness...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
singing a happy working song~
Im on my 30 min break.Sempat je kn tetibe nk update blog.heh.Left my phone and my ipod.So layan je comp kt lib nih.Ngantukk-.-
Meh!!What a boring entry.Ignore this post.
15min more.What should I do?What should I do?
Uuu.I forgot I brought cereal bar and orange this morning.Gotta go eat, eat, eat ^^
Meh!!What a boring entry.Ignore this post.
15min more.What should I do?What should I do?
Uuu.I forgot I brought cereal bar and orange this morning.Gotta go eat, eat, eat ^^
Sunday, June 14, 2009
let me feel the wind on my face..
Ha! So much of updating my blog frequently.Dah berjanggut dah blog nih tunggu update.haha.Its just that nothing new to rant about.Just the same old story.
Hmm,its June already and its going to be July soon.Honestly, even tho ive made my choice, I feel like Im still on the crossroads.During these few months, a lot of things have changed.Maybe we might not notice it because we, as a matter of fact, also change.
Whatever it is, I kinda like the view from where I stand now.So, dont wait for me or ask me to leave, 'cause I will be here for awhile...
Hmm,its June already and its going to be July soon.Honestly, even tho ive made my choice, I feel like Im still on the crossroads.During these few months, a lot of things have changed.Maybe we might not notice it because we, as a matter of fact, also change.
Whatever it is, I kinda like the view from where I stand now.So, dont wait for me or ask me to leave, 'cause I will be here for awhile...
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