Rambutku Pendek

Faedah berambut pendek:
1. Jimat syampu

2. Nampak cool (kalau ianya berseusaian dengan anda)

3. Mandi dan cuci rambut sekejap saje!

4. Rambut cepat kering

5. Kepala jadi ringan gila

Faedah berambut pendek:

1. Anda tak dapat menyikat rambut

2. Anda tak dapat mengalun-alunkan rambut di depan kipas atau di mana-mana tempat berangin

3. Anda akan rindu rambut panjang anda yang dapat diikat 'pony tail' mahupun tocang.

4. Bila bangun dari tidur rambut anda jadi macam super sonic (kalau rambut anda jenis frizzy)

5. Bila nak taruk conditioner, anda sukar untuk menyapunya tanpa conditioner itu menyentuh kulit kepala anda. So,jadi la macam Wolverine kejap.

Hurm..sama banyak je pro and cons dia. So, tak kisah lah rambut aku dah pendek gila pun! Rambut aku dah pendek macam rambut Rihanna, siot!

Beginilah lebih kurangnye.

Itupun akibat daripada tukang gunting tu tersalah gunting rambut aku yang sepatutnya yang mana aku sangat tak berkenan. Aku dan kawan aku bersepakat memendekkan gilakan saje rambut aku terus. This is the second craziest thing I've ever done to my body after piercing my belly button. Lol!

Macam Cik kak ni pun cun juga!

Baru ingat nak simpan rambut panjang. Tahun bilalah gamaknye...

Dengan aku ginilah jadiknye

(Maaf muka macam kene lenyek. Baru balik meronggeng)

Dreams on Animals?

People dream. I dream. But it has been weird dreams lately. Last night I dreamt about kittens. First they were cute, and then they were gross. I dindn;t realize that I was at a railway station until I saw a train in my dream. The train is a mixture of McDonald + Hello phone booth colour. Yeah, dreams are funny and abstract. I was in a car, at a railway station, having cute kittens in the back seat. I was trying to move them into a box. Suddenly the red train came and while I was trying to move the kittens, I saw the kittens became weird. It was like they are poured with acidic liquid that their skins was melting and sticking on the seat. I could even see the colon and the jejunum, and they were still alive, meaow-ing. It was gross! Eew! And one of the kittens roared like a tiger. it was orange in color, to be exact.

I noticed that I always have dreams about animals. I’m aware that there is significance of all these but well, not all are true. People say if we dream a snake; that means a bad luck. Maybe. This one I have to believe. A few weeks back I dreamt of snake. A damn big snake and yep, something bad happened to me. Or maybe I was trying to relate that dream with the occurrence. However, in Malay’s belief, snakes means someone will come and propose you, if you are a girl. I prefer not to believe that, tho. Anyway, I love snakes but it doesn’t mean that I love the bad lucks they bring in dreams.

in my dream, this is how i carried the snake. But the snake looked much much more meaner than this one.

*this picture was taken in 2007 at ATMA open day, Sg. Besi.

Besides, I used to have giraffe in my dreams. It was almost everytime when I dreamt. There would be giraffe that kept on following me wherever I went, trying to take care of me. The giraffe loves me so much. There were big giraffe, small giraffe, giant giraffe that I felt like living in a Jurassic park. Sometimes I felt like it was because I am tall that I always saw giraffe in my dreams.

I am just too busy to analyze and interpret my dreams. And I believe that dreams are just dreams. Dreams are abstract images that give you entertainment, be it good or bad while you’re asleep. Somehow, sometimes I tend to believe that dreams are ways of premonition of your future; near or further that is brought to you, unconciously.

I don’t know. I can’t be sure about it. But last night's dream was so not sweet.

interpret your dreams here

Its Time to Lay Back

Good Morning!

I realise that lately my posts are mostly on videos.

I guess songs define everything. :)

*smile*

*this is a random post pertaining nothing in particular. Just random*

God,

I feel love. *indah*

Eventhough there are minute things that are continuosly maiming my life every now and then. *but how?*

Thank you, Love.

It's actually a mixed up feeling. Yes, I always have that mixed up feelings that make me feel good and bad at the same time.


I find it funny, somehow with this 'threesum'. Eh, four! Haha!

My lord!

I'm slightly o.k now. It's not great. My life is o.k!

*chuckles* - to my 'unresolved conflict'. Ow My Gawd, you!

btw, I wonder why there's no more the smell of coffee in my area everytime it rains and after midnight? I miss the smell damn muchos!

I am hurt. And I don't want to think about it.

No, I am not thinking about it. I prefer to drop it.

Thanks a bunch.

Post Graduate. Again

I am not so happy to justify that I have a big bunch of time in my hands that I even have the time to track back some of my entries as to fill my ample wasted time. And see, what I found here.

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As the continuation, or I shall say to complete that entry, here are some verdicts of them.

semester 8

• Professional Development - Dr. Norshidah Nordin. It was great. The seminar was the last teamwork we had done. And the feelings was nothing like we have ever felt before.
  
• Current Issues in Education - Puan Rohaya. the beautiful person who had moved me. And I believe evrybody in her class.
  
• Computer Assisted Language - Or CALL. Prof. Madya Izaham Shah Ismail, the coolest lecturer. I enjoyed the class as I am fond of multimedia projects. I am not really a book person. I am a project person, I shall say.


• Family Counseling - P.M. Hjh. Zaiton Ahmad. The most relaxed counselling class out of 4 years. She said, "sebab kamu dah final year students. So, saya lenient sikit la." yet I failed her second test. Or maybe just atas pagar. Haha!


• Ethics and Current Issues in Counseling -Puan Syarifah Muzlia. Class paling paling paling relaxed! The only class where we wen ectra hyper active. It was a night class. She was fun and still a fun cute lecturer.

Extra subject - Academic Research: Our mini thesis. Until today, I am still doing it. I mean just a final touch and will submit my harbound copy. Verdict? Stressful.

And now, some of us, or maybe all of us are still adapting to the reality of post graduates life. And I, I don't really enjoy it. Or maybe I am not ready to leave my five years. Am I? Or maybe I want to take a break for a while? Do I? I am not sure.

All I know is, I have packed my five years, gave away my old clothes and shoes and bags and books. I only take 9 pairs of shoes with me. And added one new pair. I watch DVD everyday with Ili, go out for meal, get home, watch TV, sleep, go out and eat until I don't know when. And I am sick of it.

All in all, it is a new phase of life. And we shall all embrace it.

Lifeless

Having myself not occupied is so stressful. Being jobless is so stressful. These days, suddenly I become so blank, blurr, and have 'no vision'. Applying for opportunities, waiting for the responses, oh. Is so tiring. And to make it worse, my thesis is yet to be submitted the hardbound copy. Yes, still have a few minor ammendments. That hinders me from going anywhere further from this place. Fine. Financial, oh. Comes into this bumpy road of mine.

Plus, I miss Sailorboy oh so much. I have no idea why my usual wait of one week feels so unbearable. And he told me last week he won't be in Bintulu until 9th May. That makes it longer than enough.

Oh, I don't like it now!

Moments of Memories

My sister and I went to Temerloh today for her friend's wedding. Dah alang-alang sampai sana, kami singgah Mentakab, our old hometown. We moved to Kota Bharu in 1997. I once visited the place when I was 13, and now, after 10 years, I come to visit again.

And everything is different. Every single thing.

Blok A, tempat kami tinggal dulu telah dikosongkan untuk dijadikan pejabat. So, Blok B saja yang dibuat penempatan. Actually, tangga nak naik tu bergril and tertutup. Tapi kami cuba nasib, tengok-tengok gril tak kunci. Kami naik jugak, buat donno je. Heh.

Kami tinggal kat sini ada la dalam 25 tahun. My brother was born at this house in 1984. We had our wonderful sweet childhood here.

970-E, Tingkat 1,Blok A,
Berek Polis Mentakab,
28400 Mentakab, Pahang.

See, I still can remember the address!

Jamban tempat kena kurung kalau buat perangai. Aku selalu jadi mangsa sebab suka menangis, melalak macam Ella.

My parents' room. Same o same o. Exactly!

My first graffiti on the cupboard. "don't tach!" instead of "touch!". It is still there after like 18 years!

Padang tempat aku main rounders pun dah dikecilkan. Kalau diikutkan, tempat kami park kereta ni still padang lagi. Longkang keliling padang pun dah takda. Flat yang nampak tu Blok B.

My earliest education. Tabika Kemas bawah rumah.

my favourite view straight from my house, especially di pagi raya. Btw, rumah depan ni lah yang aku selalu mintak buah mempelam epal.

Balai polis tempat bermain. Itu Cik Siti. Our jiran dulu.

This small town has changed a lot!


sekolah rendah yang dah banyak sangat berubah. Warna dah lain. Ambiance ape tah lagi. Tapi tak dapat nak masuk dalam tengok kantin dan padang kat bawah bukit, tepi sungai semantan. Cuba jugak, tapi gate kunci. Sekolah ni pun boleh dikira berbukit-bukit.

Bangunan yang ada nama sekolah ni ialah bangunan baru. Dulu, bekas bangunan kat tapak ni ialah bangunan kayu yang digunakan sejak zaman Jepun dulu. Dulu sekolah ni sebenarnya ialah bekas Markas Kampetai, kalau kamu semua ingat lagi kita balajar Sejarah. Mengikut cerita, padang sekolah kami tu dulu tempat Jepun pancung orang Melayu kita dulu. Kira bawah tanah padang tu tempat mayat-mayat ditanam. Scary~

stesen keretapi belakang rumah (bawah bukit). Tempat berjogging. And malam-malam or subuh, selalu je dengar bunyi hon keretapi yang sampai either from Thailand or Singapore. Stesen ini juga merupakan tempat perselisihan keretapi. So rail dia akan bertukar and menyebabkan one of the trains need to wait for quite a while.

tangga yang digunakan ketika berjogging untuk turun dari berek.

Pejabat Pos. Vintage tak? Ingat lagi dulu time darjah dua ke empat tah, cikgu suruh dapatkan borang 'money postal order' untuk digunakan dalam kelas kemahiran hidup. Authentic sungguh.

'Da Ren'. Tempat nak beli pensel kaler kalau time terdesak.

siling masjin pun dah ditukar. Ingat lagi dulu, arwah Cik Minah, cikgu mengaji selalau bawak pergi masjid setiap malam Jumaat untuk sembahyang jemaah dan baca Yasin. Yang paling bestnyer, tiap-tipa malam Jumaat, ada makan-makan. Itulah yang aku paling suka sekali. Sedap! Kat sini la aku makan gulai nangka buat pertama kalinya dan terus suka sampai sekarang. Waktu tu, aku baru darjah 3.


Lepas tu kami bertolak balik.
had a pit stop at R&R Genting sempah. Beli buah berangan dan kuaci labu yang aku kupil start dari sini sampai la rumah. And, i wonder, why do people call buah berangan, buah berangan. tak sempat nak berangan pun time makan dia. Memang la sedap. Tapi nak bukak sikit punya susah. Gigit pun belum tentu sekali gus boleh bukak. Kuaci lagi berangan!
and not to forget, my favourite McD lego. :)

Its good to track down the memory lane. We'll see how much world has changed. How big we have grown (kaki lima kat berek tu yang dulunya rasa macam luas. Sekarang sedepa je).

*actually banyak lagi gambar. Tapi melampau lah nak upload semua. Ini pun dah macam terlampau je. ;p

God, I miss and love this place! ;)