its 16th May 2012 10.58pm
my current location is Tasek Lama Apartment.
Welcome back Starein! How are you? i haven't heard anything from you for ages? How's life?
I just imagine these typical questions bombarded at me for being "consistent" blogging in here. How did i manage to come back here again? I was in the class having small conversation with my classmate until she mentioned about blog. I was laughing hard to myself thinking "damn! i did have a blog!"
Anyway its kinda late already so i will DEFINITELY continue blogging and will try to fill in the gap that i left years ago. G'night!!
I just got off the phone with my donkeyh. I accidentally lashed out on her which had no sort of related to what I’m stressing on about.
It’s my study.
I got panic and jolted myself up. I don’t even breathe rhythmically. My mind felt like it under exorcism-like chaotic. I got exactly a month to prepare myself for one of the most understatement battle i ever had. I must go through this battle. I must win it. If i lose this, i might not be able to stand up again. It seems that my brain blocking out all the information that i desperately sunk inside my cranium. I’m guessing that i need to relax my brain. I’d tried to toxicate myself but my body seem to reject the temptation of the highly praised tequila. I’d tried reading off some inspirational book but i just keep thinking about my revision notes.
Fargh!!
Hence the turmoil mood that i unintentionally spat to my donkeyh. Then as fast as Michael J Fox jumped into his time machine car, my mind went back to the year of 1994.
I was in Year 6.
I was about 11 years old with white baju kurung and dark-blue sarong standing beside my desk reciting doa. That year was one of the crucial years for me as i am one of the most-promising students to achieve excel in Primary Certificate of Education Exam. I can still smell the thickening air of pressure. Pressure to achieve top class result for my school, my teacher, my parent and even my greedy ego. I remembered my teacher, Teacher Suriani, once told us that the only easy way to study is to open up our heart. An open heart had vast spaces for all the study we had. As i remembered she quoted “baca al-fatihah 3 kali, baca doa sebelum belajar 3 kali, baca surah al-ikhlas 3 kali. Insyaallah, Allah kan buka hati kamu atu supaya kamu sanang belajar”
Tears innocently filled up my eyes and ran down to my cheek. I guess Allah must have shown his timely way again by helping me remembering those memories. I admit i am His low, ignorant and ungrateful subject when i realised i forgot how to recite Doa sebelum belajar. But He gave me another chance as He always do and let me text my cousin and asked what are the Doa. Thankful i am to Him i immediately recite my Doa and started my revision. And this is the story i wrote to always remind me it is always difficult to start something but it is never hurt to seek for help and guidance where, when and whoever you might think it fits.
It the war-chant i’ve been using lately for some several reasons. Exams are coming up pretty soon and boy, i sure do a lot of procrastinating and denying that those dates aren’t coming near and sure. That is why hence the war-chant i specifically designed to fight these infectious slacking off.
Haha.
Eid Mubarak 1431H falls on the 10th September 2010 on Friday. It was such a blessing Eid celebration as our families welcomed a new angel born. Her name Nuratiqah (hopefully i spelled it correct). Got a few snaps of her a-day-older. Congratulation daddy Asekqi and mummy Nadiah!
More on her in the future.
This year Eid celebrations are somewhat different than i ever had in previous years.
This year i got to celebrate it the whole month of Syawal. This year my no. 1 Stalker celebrated it with me. No more limited time and rushing back to UK. Yayness!! But no picture of us though.. Boo~ This year i managed to visit almost all of my muslim families and relatives compare to past combined in numbers. Syawal is indeed a glorious month in Hijrah. Also this year i succeeded in gaining my KG over those non-stop food fiestas which are sooooo impossible to resist the charm. Haha.
Special mention in my Eid celebration. This year i got $15 angpow! Hahaha ok that enough.
Wake up
Wake up
I saw Coach Mawie wall-up Yat regarding a netball tournament on early October. There are few people interested in joining it but Yat seems to be reluctant participating it. Few days after i saw that wall, i read the Convocation Day is by end of September.That solved my-own-investigate-game mystery on why Yat was hesitating about the tournament. Well i, too, have my own agenda not to be participated in that tournament. Yup my exam. It seems like almost everybody was hesitating about this tournament.
Afterall it is still Eid Mubarak people! Cheer up, celebrate more and gain more KG!
This morning i was watching local morning talk show on our local tv station. The date 20th-26th is the official dates for World Deaf Awareness Week. OKP (orang kurang pendengaran) is celebrating it on the 26th September 2010 at Yayasan Complex from 10am onward. There will be some mini-games like face-painting, bouncer, colouring contest and more to help raise fund in aiding OKP foundation. Well i am definitely, insyaallah, come and join this event and perhaps enrol myself as volunteer for OKP. I am also pleased to know that sign-language book will be on the shelves for sell on that day at affordable price of $10.
I heard this flaming and raging voice that i haven’t hear for a long time.
A voice that i thought drowned with time.
Now it seems to be coming back with more firce than ever. I knew then.. it is the time.
Oh also today is 22nd September which its a special day for all the teacher profession in Brunei. Happy Teachers’ Day! You almost caught me there.. Haha! Sorry another inside jokes just crossed my mind every time teacher’s day is coming.
Before i end this, let me share an inspiring story from my dearly loved author Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist;
“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”
wow.. i never thought i would come back and write another one in this blog, in fact, i even thought of deleting my account. So what made me change my mind? The next time i stop blogging in again i won't re-read my previous blog anymore because you will start thinking and all these words just start coming in your head and automatically hand will be lifted and start typing in those words in the blog.
okay i know the title might be a bit off but apparently those are the first sentences that coming out from my head when i saw that title-box.
Since this is my first blog for 2010 so i'm just gonna round up everything as simple and short it could be.
Well its in every rule we usually start off something with big or most remembered. I would say me leaving SCB its quite big for me this year. Okay before i start answering your why, generally i did it not because of hate but i saw a vision of something else and SCB was not in that vision. I need to move on.
My no.1 stalker is home for good! No more long-distance call, no more instant messaging and GOOD BYE lonely weekend!!
Just as i said in previous blog and i manage to do it (finally). I am re-taking my A-Level Nov exam for Geography and Economics. So with all these free-unemployed-time i have sufficient room for revision.
26th March 2010 the day i will never forget. A very close and a dear friend Siti Aisah Ishak leave us forever in a horrific car-crash self accident. When i received the text from a friend, i felt everything around me just become silent and my head felt heavy and almost black-out myself. Few days back before the accident i spoke to her and wanted to meet her up for the weekend catch-up. But that weekend never came. The first week of her death i just can't contained myself from breaking down, melt down or even armageddon. For weeks i cried myself to sleep every night, forge my smile for everyone to stop worrying about me and i devoted myself in denial. Till now i have not that enough courage to bring myself at her final resting.
Now its the end of August 2010 so i have lotsa things to blog about for this time around and hopefully it stay that way too.
we always said to our love ones that we will love them whoever they are but how many time do we actually do that? With times we tend to forget those promises and unaware that we change or sumtimes our love ones change..
The other day i was having lunch with durang alim n aimran when suddenly aimran pasang cd lagu Naff. There is this 1 particular song that immediately caught my attention and that song is "Tak seindah cinta yang semestinya".. Listen to it.. i luuvv it~ mybe because the state i'm in somehow a bit similar.. well aku chow lu 4 now sal kan lyan lawak babal epit sebalah ku ne.. majal lawaknya ahahahahaha
as owez please please 4give me 4 being inconsistent upd8ing my blog. believe me its been a hectic weeks 4 me start from end of November till now. so yea hence the title.. First it ws Umi's wedding held on the 30th Nov and i was incharge of finding a band untuk mlm bebadak. There was a set back but i manage to pull it off beautifully for that night and unfortunately i fell sick the day Umi bersanding coz of staying up very late the nite bebadak.
And then there was a reunion for Class A of SMMHT 1995-1997 on the 6th Decmber. I did have fun eventho nt many did not turn up that nite. I did took sum pics bt nt as gud as the 1 in my facebook album which been tagged by x classmate. Oh yea 4got to mention that our reunion wass held at Capers Qlap.. Hmm i still think that place got lousy customer service. i will upload sum of the pics next time coz as usual been tryin to upload but lagging yanta.. ahahahaha
And the there is a funeral. One of my distant uncle passed away on 7th Decmber because of.. hmm i cnt really explain how did he died bt mybe 1 day i will .. its kinda hush2 at da moment. So may he rest in peace..
Oh yea i did went to another wedding invitation on the 14th di Sg Liang. Ahahahaha its been awhile i havent actually attend to any of these "panggilan" tapi kn as we grow we learn that nuthing is as important than a family ties disregard how distant u r.. air yang di cincang tak kan putus chewahh~
im actually having these bad flu while upd8ing blog coz just felt like lotsa things happen l8ly ne n due to many requests from my loyal readers (ahakz!!) so an obligation th ne mengupd8 blog. Sanggup google pasal bad flu ane bh rsa kn buang panat dmamku msane. so if kamu rajin check hasil google ku agath check ne http://www.homehealth-uk.com/medical/influenza.htm
it was Sunday morning yesterday when my dad woke us all up and told us to send our cars near the hills coz its been non-stop raining 4 da past 3 days n obviously my Kg got flooded. Our only bantuan was truck provided by the JKR to pass along the flood but these truck only operates during working days 6.30am-8am, 12.30pm-2.00pm and 4.30pm-6pm. I only went hum by 7pm so there wont be any trucks anymore. I decided to stayover umah mumy Fariz 4 awhile till nada banjir la. I packed up my things and ride on the trucks and zoom over to mumy Fariz's house. Hey i manage took sum video riding along on the truck and how teruk da flood at my Kg..
eh o yea b4 i went to umah mum Fariz sampat ku sgh hua ho tutong 2 check out Brunei Times photography exhibition. I owez dream becuming a professional photgrapher.. whu knows i might be 1?
