The Last Night in Penang.

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer
I tried to call but my pride wouldn' t let me dial


Honestly, this song has nothing to do whatsoever with this post. just. i thought of it. i remember when it was released. in 2007, i was in Form 4. along with the song Beautiful Girl--Sean Kingston.

Its funny how i can remember some stuffs, and forget important ones, like to return the overdue books to the library. but then again. is that even important? haha


tonight's the last night in PENANG. This year. Maybe forever.

• Maybe i'm not comin back for degree
• Maybe i fail gracefully in English Studies (Literature) and get kick out
• Maybe i'll do my degree in yippie, MIRI! oh i love that place.
• Maybe i'll escape to the UK or something, and send u some souvenirs, and come back after 4 years
• Maybe i'll marry Prince William there and His Majesty decides that i should quick teacher trainin and willin to pay the RM130,000 fine cuz it aint much for him

or

• maybe i should cut out the crap!! how about that eh?

well. its been one year and a half. chrissie asked me how is life away from home. i dont know. difficult? well. to say homesick, sometimes, but i do go back often enough. i'm manja. yes. langguk kata melayu sarawak. yeah baby, i'm diggin sarawakian. no, not that i have a sarawakian gerek (bf/gf), thou i wouldnt mind havin one, not that i'm even lookin for one,  just, i love sarawak. a lot. i feel that its really me. like it has some connection with me. i dont know what.  

•  maybe i'm a descendant of Rentap: AGI IDUP AGI NGELABAN!
•  maybe i'm an heir to White Rajah Sarawak!

shut up silly,
Rentap's IBAN, u're MINANGKABAU,
Rajah Sarawak's WHITE, u're black!


well, maybe i just love culture, thats it. i love culture, and people, different culture and different people. i wanted to be an anthropologist. wiki it peeps. its cool.


so, comin back to my last night, in Rambai, if not Penang. Rambai is the name of my block btw, the name it with fruits here.


i've got nothing to blog about it. ha-ha.


please dont get mad.

me in front of Rambai

ok i lied. thats Padini. eh. Pa-sth I just cant recall what.


PALA!


the block where i'm gonna live next semester, IF AND ONLY IF, any of the maybes above do not happen teehee


ah, for the next  6 weeks, i'm gonna miss Penang, I'm gonna miss INSTITUT PERGURUAN PERSEKUTUAN PULAU PINANG, INDAH LAGI CEMERLANG,(yes pakcik, the one in Berita HAIRAN for late allowance) i'm gonna miss Komtar, the ferry, the bridge, the sea, the beach, the jeruk, the nasi kandar, anything penang-y you know.

• i'm gonna miss my lecturers, mdm rock especially
• tesl cohort 3, esp agnes, farah, nisrin, sarah, ieqa and all...37 of us.
• and the mami at mami cafe,
• and mamu at our block,
• and my warden mr yusof and his ayam serama,
• and the akak celcom at tesco which added me in facebook yesterday,
• i'm gonna miss tesco too,
•  and the rapid bus drivers,
• and all the sales at Queensbay! oh baby.
  
  what else?

i'm gonna miss you too. of course.


listen. i'm not TESOL cohort 2, which is leavin for Macquarie. I'm neither in sem 7 or 8 PISMP, they're graduatin already.


so. why the emo post baby?


saje. haha.


i love u all yawwww. muah *kiss left cheek kiss right cheek wipe off saliva*

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.

***********

"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.

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….

***************

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.

**************

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?




*********




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?

***************

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

of Grammar (LDs) and Raya Card

assalamualaikum peeps.

Ayda needed help for noun clause. So we made a date. Studying together. I took my Oxford Learners Grammar exercise book from the shelf. I didn’t remember it even existed. And I paid 54 bucks for it. Damn.



So I blew away the dust. And coughed a little *huk huk*


I flipped through the book and start looking.


Noun clause, Noun clause, Noun clause.


Where the hell are you. Aha! Here you are. Noun clause. The page. C'mon.


Exercise 426-435. It’s funny how British books don’t come with the pages at the index.


So I searched for "exercise 426"


And a green envelope appeared. Out of nowhere.


It just popped up like a stupid advertisement online that sounds like,


“do you wanna see the funniest page in the Internet?”


Only this one, it sounded like this,


“do you wanna cry a river? Click here and start reminiscing”


It was A Raya card from my ex. *sigh*


I remembered how I couldn’t wait to go back home in Ipoh from my hometown in Negeri Sembilan because I couldn’t wait to get the card.


I remembered how I myself used to post him a Raya card too. And I called him every day to ask whether he had got the card.


I remembered how I used to smile and smile again and again when I saw his tiny handwriting. It was ugly. But lovely. Very.


I remembered how I would bring the card everywhere, like a talisman.

I put the card back at the end of the page. A long long sigh. As I was typing this, I stole a glance at my blue grammar book. The green envelope was peeping at me. How sad.


I don’t miss him. I miss all the goddamn memory. I don’t want him to come back. But I want the memory again. with someone else this time teeehee


The same night.


“Pulun” with nadia and laila. We studied together from 930pm till 4 am. like wow.


I told them this raya card story over a cup (read: cups) of coffee.


They took the card and read it aloud that it sounded funny and stupid, which was how I got over it.

*i'm okay now. yeah.*

Back to grammar.

Global Pink Day+Toast For A Change--Madam Rock!!

The same morning I woke up dying, a throbbing pain in my head, I opened my closet and taraaaa..


schu payung

 i wore pink. irony.woke up like a sick dog. and now. in the pink of health teehee.


well it was actually part of this campaign called the Global Pink Hijab Day, which is to encouurage people to join efforts to help combat cancer, breast cancer especially.


so i began to spread spread spread the propaganda last night to all my girl friends: WEAR PINK! hehe and plus its one of the big day for us too as it's the


TOAST FOR A CHANGE wiv MADAM ROCK day!!


I TOLD U! everyone was clad in PINK!! *sakit mata eh tengok*

 HAHA, nothing to do with a toast or a change, instead, it was this certificate giving ceremony. you know, the one where we were supposed to write nice and constructive things about each other and make it into a certificate and give it to our friends. i made one for me bestie Laila.

 haha ot much cuz i aint creative but i wrote her a simple so-so poem i guess lol and Hazwan made one for me. hehe. how beautiful. and how sweet.


*no picture, no controversy* haha


well it was totally fun, lots of laughing

the best mom in the institute

and hugging! darn, they looked like long lost sistas!!

and eating

syera

 *yumm yumm* which later resulted in the crowd in Pinang and Rambai toilets. hehe the meehoon was awesome thou, credit to mami cafe haha and fateyn chocoholic

jazli remains low profile. pic: bob and fateyn chocoholic

and a lot of camwhoring!! snap snap

the camwhore princess! damn

me and ieqa. btw she wears pink today. woot2. she hardly does that.

siti payung wannabe. uwekk. ahaha


and of course the camwhore did not stop there.

it was the pink, payung and posing day. btw nice coop aint it teeheee

hehe that was actually the last session we had with our LDv lecturer madam Rock. we adore her. a lot. and the session was like, AWESOME! A great way to sorta "wrap up" this whole foundation course. of course theres exams to look forward to next week. yeah baby. next week.


we just realised how much we love each other. awwwwwww.we've been together for 1 and a half year--thats long,  and we're gonna for another 4 friggin blissful year..insyaAllah.


nothing can do us apart, lets just pray that we'll stay friends forever--till death do us apart.
(eeee kenapa touching2 ni?)


p/s: the same schu who camwhored like crazy is snuggling in her bed, again. of flu attack and migraine. haha.

p/s: photos courtesy of this guy

alep aka william goncanglembing. Thanks a hell dafty! ahaha

TESL NIGHT and i need nicc-o-tyne

assalamualaikum peeps

its one of those days when I feel disturbed, again.

no silly, i aint havin one of those red flags.  i'm just too worn out afta the friggin something tesl night.

u see my signature there? wow feels so hollywood haha

darn it was a friggin tiring night. the whole Tesl Night thing. Some parts were boring and lame and cliche, like they've had it all along, some were fun and I had an effing good laugh and a guy rocked Use Somebody--Kings Of Leons, simply loved it, and a rock wannabe dude practically screamed, not sing. it felt like i was in a gig or something. a shit one.

this is the dude that yelled. NO WONDER he wears a mask. and i was the stupid rock fan who took pic wiv him. daft

oh heck, i was dressed for rock concert. 


haha leng not rock. haha



i wanted to be something rock cuz i was supposed to be Dylan of Charlie's Angels (ahhh, now u know eh) but heck I was warned by peeps not to be sexay and whatnot so damn it---it did not work out. just a black T and a Levi's.

the "angels" and Charlie...KMPPians. I dont mean the charlie the bug

and the part where the rock star sorta fall from grace?

haha that was fcukingly terrible. i fell on me knees, thanks you goddamn Chadstone heels, I thought you were the best thing I ever bought.



looks that kill



at least i got FOOD and a pic with female zorro haha 

the best part was the xi shua shua dance =p

my foster brothers. zul (left) and razin. I adore them. were in a drama where zul's a gay likes razin ("ter"gay)

and now i'm on my bed, legs crossed, cleanin these goddamn nails. i painted it black, which was all the idea bout rock chick.  As drag as the Night was cuz I was "Jiwa Kacau" I'm sure one day I'll read this dumb post again and say, "awww i miss all those good shit"

thanks goodness i managed to clean it. kot laa i termati x pasal2 org tolong cabut my nails huhu

so,
i need nicc-o-tyne now. and i need out. some dude from USM asked me out. midnight. Flyin, we call it. darn dont u know i'm too good for that? yeah right. haha



the rock and radical princess. haha.

i'm too nice and sweet to fly out. just like the gal with me in the pic. hehe

with Aisha, the Sibu gal. Sarawakian. sweet, aint she? well, all sarawakian are. includin me (tetiba nak jd biak sarawak)


thats all. gotta hit the books. hahahahahaha as if. love u all peeps, assalamualaikum.

p/s: btw ummi and walid, nicc-o-tyne is a song. i dont smoke. and heck.

crush!teehee

today i had this dreadful Sociology presentation. I'm tryin hard not to swear here--but its really gettin me nerves. It was supposed to be these other dudes' work, but they screwed up sorta, and the lecturers unanimously decided that my group should do it. like damn.



here's my socio group btw, we call ourselves Lee and The Girls



generally i have nothing against presentation, i mean, i'm gonna be a teacher so talking is my job, but i aint a big fan either and when it comes to sociology...fcuk, i hate it!! like its dead boring and the lecturers love bombarding us (read: me) with lots and lots of question they know we can't answer.

then as i was halfway through my presentation i saw him. oh, him. haha that made me lose focus. just WHY did he hafta pass by my classroom now, now that i was fooling myself with a godd*** presentation?

he has the messy looks today--the way i like it. yesterday i saw him during assembly. he's mesmerizing to me. i simply love him. ohmigod.he's tall, and dark, and handsome. i mean he aint the Ashton Kutcher kinda cute, breakin hearts and faces, he's just macho..very macho. wow.

to me he's friggin gorgeous (my mates dont think so tho)

ok back to the presentation

so i was talking bout this culture change blah blah assimilation blah blah and what not,

he walked in front of my class

i saw him thru the door (its too hot to keep it shut, damn college)

the messy hair do...awwww

and as i was talking and my lecturer was sitting right in front of me

and the whole of TESL Cohort 3 was pretending to listen to me babbling

and i cudnt help but to giggle and smile and giggle again



showin my sets of teeth

and agnes stood next to me

and i nudged her
(like agy, u gotta help me out, i cant concentrate)

and she was like, wth?

and Sarah and Anisah saw that

and they giggled

and Sarah sort out announced to the class,

"Madam, she's flirting!"

Thank God Madam didnt hear. (Or did she?)

Hee, it feels like high school all over again.

Having crushes.

Stalking them

Daydreamin bout them

Hoping they feel the same way bout u too

Stealin their phone number from a friend

And neva eva telll them about it

At the end of the day they never knew u exist

Or maybe they did, and they say,

"Awwww, you sweet, adorable lil dumbass"

i dont want you to adore me

nor want you to ignore me

 p/s: Sarah's locked in the toilet by the way, i must've hidden her sufficiently--she's still missin ainnit? haha

September babes!!

GreenDay says,
"wake me up when September ends..."

hello all Septrians and Septriasas!!! (pandai2 je aku ni kan)


yelaaaa...
Acha Septriasa

was born in the month of September, the 1st, and hence named "Septriasa"....tapi Acha Septriasa bukan lah kawan baik aku and aku pun x laa minat sangat kat beliau ni..so aku xkan melalut panjang2 pasai dia...
kalau u all nak baca..p laa google sendiri naa...


besties3 aku.....hat ni laaa...depa ni x laa sepopular Acha Septriasa so aku pun cita laa byk2 pasai depa kat ampa...lagi pun aku SAYANG depa ni..depa coursemate aku...heeeee


September 15,
Syahira Ismail

the one in blue. waaaa comel kan comel kan...heehhehehe


nak lagik?

ni time jalan2 kat Komtar, Chowrasta and Perangin....that time sumer orang da pakat cabut balik rumah for cuti raya...ktorang je semangat jalan2....best kot....hehehehehehe


nampak muka aku je yg lebey gambaq ni. sian syera.

me, syera and angie time camwhore dalam kelas...heeee

cumel la tu!

mcm nak kawen laaa...haha syera cakap dia org first nak kawen in our class...we'll see

waaa...INAI di jari..woot2..nak kawen or married ady?heeee

jom story sket bout syera ni..kot2 ada laa yg nak berkenalan. opps. sorry terlajak kata.

• syera, or syahira ismail ni classmate i. da 3 sems kitorang classmates tawu! die memang classmate yg A-WE-SO-ME!(bacaan baku)
• tinggal kat Taiping, dekat giler, so dia memang sokmo laa balik sekali dengan aku. heheh best taw. (best2 ape yg best ntah laa)
• mempunyai sense of humour dan satu specialty utk melawak secara spontan
• a darn GOOD actress okay!! Lady Macbeth yang tersangat laaa evil and tem Raya Fest dia jadik Che Jah...memang pandai blakon! i love it!!
• rajin. alahai dia ni laa role model i. slalu kalau i malas nak wat keja ka apa..mesti i g bilik dia and ask "syera da siap?" and then she'll say "yes" pastu i pun akan smangat laa nak wat whatever kerja i yg x siap tu..                   
• (eh apa i i ni?)

so, the conclusion is. i really adore her. hehehe tu je aaa kot....

ok next bestie ialah none other than......FARAH AHMAD!!!

haaaa,,comelkan bestie saya?
comelkan comelkan comelkan


ni laa kwn saya bestie saya Rara..


*eh knp anda gelak2 ni...?


*eh silap laaaa

haa..ni bru btul RARA....secomel mudpie...


sorry rara


ayda n i call her FARAH BIEBIER. note. Biebier.
maklumat di hujung bibir gtu.hahhaahhahahahahaa


born nor farahida ahmad shalih...
farah, like syera, is also my classmate
alahai terspeaking la pulak.
hmmm...bukan stakat classmate beliau ni, malahan dalam TIAP-TIAP kelas dia dok sebelah aku and Agy.


yea. every class.
byk benefit sbnarnye dok sblah Rara sbb kalau xtaw nak buat at least bley gak intai2 Rara wat camne kan
sbb RARa ni orgnye pandai..(bangga dia bca ni)


budak CBN ni dlu...


umah dia kat blakang KLCC kot...dekat dgn CHOW KIT ROAD (nyanyi cam Sudirman)

Rara ni bestie i...i sayang kat dia....muah muah muah....


(ayat touching)


Rara laa my bestie dunia akhirat. 
time i xde duit nak mkn sbb perabih duit topup n shopping, rara laa yg belanja i makan nasik kandaq dia beli kat pelita. pelita ka khaleel. ntah laa xtaw laa tp yg penting sedap...muah muah...


selain bestie aku rara adalah geng mencekik n mentekedarah aku...


makan McD sesama..makan sushi sesama..mkn mami kafe sesama...sume sesama laaaa


huhuhuhuh


kadang2 rara cam kakak...kadang2 cam MAK..huhu penah skali time tu saya, eh saya plak, i ada problem dgn kengkawan pastu Rara peluk saya...huhu....mse tu saya nak nangis da pastu Rara peluk rsa cm Ummi plak...huhu SAYANG RARA!!


tp kadang2 dia lg childish dr aku.


dok kira brapa minggu lg nak balik. haha bab cuti2 malaysia ni rara mmg laju. heeeee
almaklumlaa dia kan the only child.
hehe


lg satu yg hebat pasai Rara ni adalah...
DIA SUMBER INFORMASI kami...kena letak bibliography ni
ape2 je laa...sume dia taw


ye aaa dia dok Mobile Web doplohpat jam
tweet sana tweet sini


tp kan kalau ada apa2 info pasai kelas kat mna suma kami depend kat farah kesayangan kami ni..heeeeeeee


OH!
SEBELUM TERLUPA~!
RARA IS AN AWESOME GOALIE!!

masa kami main FUTSAL




oklaaa cukup laa ES x siap lg.
nnt i post lain naaa....LOVE U ALL...yeah, YOU!
salam~