School...Limelight..and ...

hello peeps. i'm in my room, behind the door, internet faster there. almost hit the road divider near Eddy's cemetery today. Was going straight to him, wasnt I? ok enough.


I went to school today. and two days ago. well. i couldnt get enough of the place. used to call it a god-forsaken place. oh shoot me. now i'm missin it like crazy.


the school called me home. well, i'm still their star student, am i not? this time, to give a talk. yeah baby, a talk. don't believe me?

boy. i look important dont i?

aint a huge fan of candid, but must say i love this one

the one in yellow, my former mandarine teacher. now why does he look annoyed? and mr manivannan, my class teacher in form 4 n 5. proud eh> the female teacher looking at me like shes in love or sth teehee

i used to be among this crowd, sometimes. sleepin. talkin, listening to music. but this peeps were listening to me MAN

i effing love this prncipal. he's a new guy btw

well. back in school day, i was the talkative, shining one. debate, public speaking, emcee for this and that. and how i miss all that! i mean, we dont do that in college anymore, not in english i guess, and my malay sucks. well never mind.


i talked bout school life. how i wasnt really the best student there, cuz that wud be my best friend Kevin. I got kicked out off Mr Patrick's chem class (the kids laughed when i mentioned this in my talk, so did him--cute), but after all the kickin' and sunbathing for not completing my report, i got an A1 for chemistry. in trial as well as the real one. beat that.


i mean, not to brag here, but all the punishment works, dont they?


they made me a person, a human.


remember back then when i was in form 2, before we had this student exchange to Taiwan? I used to throw tantrums at Ms Woo.


And today, all thanks to her teachings, I'm a B. Ed Tesl students, one of the best student in my batch. Beat that, too.


I brag a lot, dont I?


well sorry. I just wanna say that I dont deserve the credit for all these achievements. The success, the dont belong to me, but my teachers. these success are not mine, but my teachers, they have succeeded in making me a human. a person.


and i'm gonna give back to them.


wow. a little too ambitious over there?


and of course. my teachers are so friggin fun , too!
they treated me and Chrissie like princesses..and said really nice stuffs. i feel so honoured that they still remember me. teehee


mr low, my biology teacher,
"of course! you scored my biology!"


miss yvonne,
"you've grown up! prettily!"
"have you got a boyfriend?"
"you've got an eastern, Arabic look about you"


ah. i scored in Bio. yeah. dunno how I did it, cuz it was friggin tough. Mr Low was this bio teacher of mine. His classes were rather slow, but I loved it. Due to my eyesight I sat at the most front. He used to teach me maths, and I loved him a lot. I mean, the teacher-student kinda love. He used to ride a purple C70, which was effing antique, and an aviator shade. that was cute, really.


miss yvonne said i've grown up. pretty. ah. i blushed. was i really ugly back then? haha
the boyfriend part. what to do. i answered.


"no. sad, aint it?"
"nah..dont marry a typical malay man okay?"


she knows me better than anyone. what typical malay man cud stand Nurul Syuhada Abdullah Attarmizi, the corrupt westernised girl? i mean, in matric they used to hate me for being different. like wth. never mind. its the past. who cares right?


the eastern arabic look. she mentioned that before. which is weird. but i loved it. haha. arabic la sangat kan.


i met my old love, too. no no no no not gonna tell who. okay i will. hee. its Mr Patrick. My chem teacher. used to hate him a lot. the punishment and all. it felt like he just wakes up in the morning to ruin my day or something.


i used to picture him as dementors in harry potter than feed on scared souls or sth.


it felt that he hated me so much, and i wanted to do this sweet revenge by making him like me. so i studied hard for chem, paid attention in class, and felt all the attention from him.


he was a little disappointed that i am not doing Chemistry. well, I'm gonna be a teacher, just like you, aint that cool? i thought.

awwwwww. he's old already and i look funny

the sweetest part is that he apologised to me for being so hard on me, all the punishments and all, but man! i said thank you for that. i mean. look at me now. so disciplined. ha-ha that was a joke.


after the talk which was held during assembly, i went hang out with Chrissie around the school and met lots of teachers. and told them the same old thing,


Penang, B Ed Tesl, I4P. Yeah. 5 and a half. 4 more to go. Degree. Yeah. Next year. On holiday.


i even talked to the guard, the kanteen auntie, the makcik sapu.


they cudnt believe i was the little girl. this little girl.

awww i miss school. life was indeed better. way better. but still. we have to grow up.

"life is like a book, with lots of chapters. No matter what happened in one chapter and how important they are, we don't go back and re-read them; we move on"

nurul schuhada abdullah attarmizi, 2010

100th! I kiss a girl; I like it!!

The 1OOth Baby!!!


isnt't this special? please say yes.
and the special, most special one goes out to my bestie in the whole universe,


Christina Lim Jia Yi!

friggin hot and gorgeous

we were once schoolmates. always, lovers. she left me when we were in form 4, to melbourne, and kevin sort of fill in the blank, but still. i miss chrissie. and all the Taiwan ASEP crew. I think of them everyday, cuz I have this crystal bracelet which I get in Taiwan and when I look at it I remember Taiwan , i'll miss:


christina (Melbourne)
kevin (in UK)
joash (future doc, KL, Edinburgh soon)
waimeng (Canada)
shaynee (Pahang)
minzhi (Perak)
me (stuck in a boring place in penang)


Chrissi and I, we had an effing good time today. 

my phone was dead. the charger, it ran away from me, screaming. i repel technology, indeed, but i cant stop loving them and i cant live without them.


ok so i was standing in front of JCO, waitin for Chrissie, at the sometime cursing my phone, but not the cursing so that it becomes Gunung Santubong (aslam) kind of curse,what am i gonna use after that, just the swearin kinda curse.


then.
suddenly.


someone came from in front and hugged me.


shocked, yes
touched, yes
wanna cry! omg.


 i was like friggin happy, the two of us, huggin each other, laughin, people lookin, starin.


"its ok we see them only once, they wont remember us" i said, referrin to the onlookers and their stares. and honestly! we're not gonna see them again. so let's go crazy.


oh of course i have IPG friends and all here but still. who am i for them to care?


we went to KFC and talked. no. we didnt eat. i ate. i was the hungry one, as always.
it was effing fun, cuz we picked one really hidden corner and get into some hanky-panky business. we made out.nah,  kiddin. just some girly talk. like so loud man. teehee


we talked boys and wow, there were lots to catch up with each other! imy sista!


and later the shopping! i bought nothing cuz, hehe, yesterday, i bought a pair of wedges when outin with nissie and agy already. now i'm tall darling =)


(i wore it out and felt taller than any otha gals in queens, includin chrissi, and now its killin me legs)


ok back to business. we went rummagin to almost every stores in queens and found this gorgeous dress in forever21. and a pair of wedges (almost similar to mine) which i urged chrissie to buy, and the best part was the necktie!


haha, there was this uncle, in a necktie shop, choosin a necktie for a party of somethin and chrissi and i made him choose one that is of the Seattle tower, and he kept asking us what tower was that and all, which was pretty daft but funny.


and the
"eh can you tell me how to spell Seattle"   part!
"eh can you tell me how to spell it again?"


we left the shop laughin like crazy.


Before we left each other, i gave chrissi a present which is sooooooo me and she loved it and we made out in front of Subway. euuuw. 18sx, lots of kissin and huggin and all.


yeah, we did kiss. haha.  

i love you like Patrick loves Spongebob, Christina.
So, please bring me back to Melbourne. huhu. I want to cry already.

you're my fave moment. indeed

p.s: plannin for anotha outin on monday

of Agnes (and Rijeng Jahet)

photo courtesy of Al's

my bestie. she's a beauty aint she. a little nyonya beauty.


nope, it aint agnes' birthday. but she did somethin this morning that made me and my roomie Nisrin (i'll blog bout her later) talk bout her.


yes agy, we've been talking behind your back.

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"We can't go now." i said, eyes on my lappy, referring to the plan that we made earlier. Frolickin as a bunch of lost tourist. Tour Penang. Me, Agy, Nissi and her boyfriend.


Nis, my roommate,  just woke up, and just bathed, and complained about the uncle who complained bout the garbage to her.


why me, nis said.
why me, i thought.


"why aren't we going?" Nis asked, changin the subject.


"Agnes is stuck at Rijeng's."


There's this little function here. For our soon-to-be-former director, Mr Rijeng. You know, like retirement or something. It's supposed to be compulsory, but I didnt go cuz the only semi-formal clothes i have is my PJ's.


but people. Agnes went.


"Agnes budak baik la......" Nis said, like it was a bad thing or something.
"Ikot u la tu." I replied, before the two of us burst into laughter.
Ok, no, we didnt burst into laughter. We were very hungry. DEAD HUNGRY I mean.

Agnes is a nice, demure girl .


but they always say i corrupt agnes. I make her bad. yeah me. make her start flirtin like me, camwhoring like me, sarcastic like me. hey! thats not true!


as i was bloggin this i heard something. Agnes screamin. She sounded excited.


"SCHU.......!!!"


ape dia agnes. x cukup ke kasih sayang yang i kasi pada you?


"its a pity you didnt go to the function. HAHA"


Nisrin and I looked at her.


"I saw your crush...hahahahahaha besttt......." our crush she meant. we share the same crush. haha


ok now tell me. am i responsible for this?

Agnes was a nice,  demure girl.



Damn. Somebody shoot me. please.

cinta sana, cinta sini, aku gila geli.

i'll talk bout myself this time. i'm tired of talkin bout love. bloggin i mean. u see. i love readin bout love. but me writing bout it..haha..i sounded stupid when talking bout love. please dont get offended peeps, some people are really good at that, but i am not in that circle of some people. 

so i'll talk bout myself, just in case..i wake up and go like this:

who am i?
where am i?
who are you?


you're really sweet, but i have a boyfriend.
my boyfriend?
you?
but my boyfriend's French!

or something like that. well. in case i suffer from sth like that of 50 First Dates, amnesia or whatever, kindly direct me to this page, will ya.

ok. first, name. nurul syuhada abdullah. yeah! why ATTARMIZI? I've heard peeps talking bout that behind my back and go like,

eh kenapa schu tu derhaka ke xnak guna nama ayah dia sendiri

red words are like chilli sauce to me. spicy.

well. here. Abdullah is my walid's name, in birth cert, IC, passport (kes ada somebody tayang2 passport beliau to me, like, fcuk! mentang2 i'm local programme ingat i xde passport ke? wekk!)

but Attarmizi is really who I am. my identity, my descendant, the blood that runs in my veins, the genes, all are of the At-Tarmizi's clan. My late great-great grandfather, actually. and everyone in our kampung in Negeri Sembilan, knows me as one of the waghih Attarmizi. so there you have it.


oh yeah. i'm from Negeri Sembilan. My walid. Accordin to him we're Minangkabau, of Biduanda , with Arabic heritage. I dont look Arabic at all, my small eyes, some of the people used to think i'm Chindian.

Small eyes.
Large nose. Ha-ha
Tanned skin (main panas)
Speaks Chinese
Hang out with Chinese friends

Wears PINAFORE!

in primary only okay. and i was barely twelve. and yeah. i went to chinese school.
so. i speak mandarine. do u think i'll still be able to speak it shud i get amnesia?

funny. a mandarine speaking, chindian-looking, arab-minangkabau-malay girl. that's me.

if i get amnesia. thats all i wanna remember. haha.
and darling, can you please please please, remind me, that i love you?

damn. tadi kata, cinta sana, cinta sini, aku gila geli. ha-ha.

psst:
(i made up the French boyfriend part.)

Of Early Marriage and A Cup of Coffee

g:Sayang, u love me x?

b:Darling, of coz la ily. Teehee

g:Imy la.

b:Imy 2 huuu

g:Syg?

b:Hmm?

g:jom kawin (smiley shy)

b:ok! jom! ily!heee (smiley =p)

g: nk ask my ummi and walid first teehee

b: ok, i nak ask my parents too heee

g: goodluck with that sayang. psst. i want arab style k!hee

vandalism 101

Aww,how sweet. saya bila lagi? hee

The text messages has strictly nothing to do with me. Believe me, I never went that far. teehee
But then again….

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I had this little talk with my walid and ummi the other night. The boys were all asleep, ummi was sewing clothes and walid was waiting for football. We chatted over cups of tea. Oh, our family, we adore tea, there could be bombs flying from the sky, and we’d still have our tea. We once ditched it for coffee, Tenom coffee, but we ran out of stock already.




I told ummi that come what may, I’m going to save RM2k next semester from my RM4k allowance. No more shopping.

damn.

“Of course you have to save”, she said. Her eyes were still on the clothes. Walid was reading newspaper. The Star, you’d never finish reading them, walid said.




“For marriage, right Ummi?” I said, careful not to spill the tea.




As soon as I said that she lifted her head from the clothes and gave me the radioactive look. I hadn’t meant it as a joke; I was in fact, very serious.

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The other day I was hanging out with my classmates Nadia and Kak Maizatun. We talked about savings. And marriage. Suddenly it occurred to me one thing: that I have to save for my marriage.




A wedding is going to be costly, especially for me. I’m the only daughter. I’m also the first daughter, in addition to that, with no elder siblings to help support me or sponsor teehee for my wedding. Talking about “Of Bunga Telor and Bally Shoes”. I will need at least RM10k.




Then there was this talk about a friend getting married Insha’Allah, next year. She’s 21 by the way. With a steady candidate (husband-to-be). Her parents gave her the green light.

Now it only comes down to the money, but she’s saving.




She’s still in college.




Why NOT?




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I once read in Milenia Islam, a Muslim magazine. A Muslim convert named Sulaiman Dufford was one of the columnists. He said that from the studies in the States, those who get married during their college years tend to perform better in their studies.

Well. I tried telling that to my mother. It wasn’t even close. She said it was ridiculous.




“What will happen if they get pregnant?” she bombarded me with the one-million dollar question.




Ummi, people get pregnant in or out of wedlock. At least there will be fewer problems when you’re legally wed, I thought, but kept quiet.




But it’s a great idea, isn’t it? Helps in reducing maksiat. It will be halal to go dating. And holding hands. You can ride motorbike together—and hug your hubby tight, like you’re riding on a roller coaster or something (I always want to do that.) You don’t have to curb your so-called lust anymore. And you have someone to take care of you. I told you it’s an awesome idea, did I?

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Dear Schu, that isn’t what marriage is all about. It’s more than that. It’s about commitment and whatnot. And responsibilities! You know that once you’re married, your husband will be responsible for you, no?



and miss schuhada attarmizi cant even take care of a cat!









i'm ALLERGIC to cats u silly

 

Well. Well. Well. It’s not like I’m going to get married during my degree year or whatever. I mean, for one thing, unlike the friend I mentioned just now, I don’t even have someone I can call “husband material”.



And looking back, I’m not even a good cook. I’m lazy at washing clothes. I just discovered something call “locker-cleaning” a year ago. Now how am I supposed to manage a man babe? I can picture having a man like me. And what our house would be like!



And heck, I have crush to almost half the boys I met. Ha-ha.



I’m not having early marriage. At least not during college life.



“What about getting married right after I graduate?”



Ummi stopped again, turning to walid.



“What do you think, sayang?” I envy my parents, they’re getting more romantic each day.



“Only,” walid said, “If you marry a Datuk.”



I turned back to the novel Sutinah, by A Samad Ismail, which I was reading. Well. Its a brilliant idea aint it, I thought for a second.



There was this pregnant pause. Suddenly walid complained.



“You don’t even make good tea. Call Uncle to get Tenom coffee for us.”



Hey. Maybe I should marry a Sabahan. A guy from Tenom, better still. That way we’ll have the coffee you love every day, I thought.






Psst: I cant really recall where, but I read somewhere that the Egyptians, they have some kind of a marriage where people, young people wed at our age (my age), so that they can do what they want with their bf/gf, the halal way.you know. Go dating. Hold hands. Blah blah. But they won’t “consummate” to that marriage. Ok. Straight to the point. They won’t have sex. They just do what our typical bf/gf couple do. Well. What if they broke up? Marriage is so sacred it aint a toy, sweetheart.



Psst 2: I nak marry orang putih lah! Nak anak comel2 teehee

g:syg!

b:ling! so how?

g: ummi tak kasi laa huhu

b: alaaaa

g: ummi tu, let alone getting married, nak mintak iPhone 4 pun she said no.

b: :-(..mama i let me to, she can't wait to be a grandma

oh fcuk

Dear Crush, i'm stolen in your heart-shaped box

Dear Crush,

STOLEN IN YOUR HEART SHAPED BOX

i'm smiling. again!

oh dear oh dear oh dear.

the wheather's horribly cold. but i feel HAWT! haha naughty me.

oh. i cant sleep. but when i ever do, i'll sleep smiling.

and thinking. of you.

you!

i barely know you.

and now i'm having a crush on you teehee. stupid me.

i feel like a schoolgal again.

man its great to be single. you get to have crushes without having to feel like you've committed a sin.

and oh yeah. about my previous (ex) crush.

he has a girlfriend already.

and she's friggin beautiful.

and to me it was a sin to love him that way

so.

i turned to

you

ladies and gentlemen

introducing....

my new crush....





HE'S REALLY CUTE. I PROMISE U. teehee





my crush is:

effing cute!

nice
OF COURSE u're a lot better than the previous ones!

thats all. i dont really know you but i like you. i call that love at first sight teehee

heee..and...

i hope u're free. single. so that i can have crushes to you all year long..

and enjoy the day my heart beats at the thought of bumping you.

and when chatting with you in facebook.

and reading ur writings.

and falling in love with your pics.

and lauging and giggling and smiling and grinning all because of you.

guiltless

well. i dont want you to adore me. nor ignore me.

i dont even want you to know.

i just wanna live my life happily, loving you silently

maybe u dont even have to know about it.

maybe u dont even have to know i exist.

whatever.

maybe you'll read this post and think that he is YOU and say,

"awww schu. you friggin sweetie teehee"

psst: i know this post is ridiculous. well i'm happy. friggin happy. and bored. and yeah.

i dont do people's bf, its so UNSISTERSLY teehee. love love love

psst: this is supposed to be a letter, so which side do i put my signature?

AHH. just drop it la.

PSST: STOLEN--BUTTERFINGERS and HEART-SHAPED BOX--NIRVANA

please please please peeps dont tell anyone. and Agnes. is sooooo jealous teehee

saya xde duit.bukan derhaka! huhu

assalamualaikum

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Daddy,call me..please (smiley gmbaq muka cute)

(amboi daddy daddy, dah la tak kasi salam)

send to

WALID

hensem kan walid saya? mude remaja lak tu teehee

SENDING....

done.

wait.

Sending failed

WALID

Retry?

damn damn damn.

now nak SMS ummi n walid pun xda credit
call ape laa lagi..
huhu dah jadi anak derhaka aku sekarang!
kang mak aku sumpah aku jadik batu...huhu
mentang2 da belajaq kat kota metropolitan Paris, eh Penang ni
lupakan mak ayah kat kampung pulak.
huhu

maka post ini ditulis sebagai satu eksplanasi..klu ak kena sumpah sebab derhaka sbb x call ummi walid, korang tolong la eksplain kat dorg. dorg x baca blog aku ni dah

 

i just had my last meal just now.

nasi putih+kuah sup+ayam goreng+sayur-sayuran x berapa nak fresh= RM3.80

duit aku lak cukup2.

nasib baik uncle tu x caj 4 hinggit.

mane aku nak cekau lagi doposen. huh.

last meal tu xtaw la nak tahan sampai bila.

esok ka lusa.

duit elaun x masuk lagi.

damnit la wey.
camne aku nak beli bday gift kat walid ni huhu(politik!)

nasib baik la bukan aku sorg je cmni

ade la nisa, nadia sume2 teehee (saje nak mengfemeskan dorg ni)

eh

eh

sat

*groih groih bunyik perut*

sat sat

5 min

toilet

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(lebih kurang 5 minit kemudian)

hmm.

dah disposed dah.

camne nak tahan smpai esok ni

semua aku dah "buang"

damn.

psst: tingat hari tu mencekik bagai nak gila kat seoul garden.

n blog Kakak Fuze Faz TEYL yg cute---kat Bangladesh leh RM10.25 bleh makan 8 orang. Ciss. Aku seposen pun xde sekarang.

n blog Abg Chips TEYL yg cute le jugak---pasai member beliau yang tingin makan karipap. *lapar bonar dah den ni*

habis sume org aku pomot teehee

hah. lama da x blog in BM kan. Dok "PPSMI" je teehee