dumplings. And pau.

Blogger in memory

2008-08-28T01:09:00.001+08:00

I've always wanted to say this:

I HAVE MOVED

Hehe.

You can find me at:

www.nisasabri.wordpress.com

Feel free to visit and please do not feel lazy to change the link on your blogs =D

This blog will be deleted one month from now. Or less, I think.

Sekian, terima kasih.

Men are from Mars, I'm NOT from Venus

2008-08-27T02:33:00.001+08:00

It took me 2 days to finish this:

It was 606 pages thick.

Currently, I'm reading this:

Today is the 5th day and I'm still halfway through reading it. And oh, it's only 286 pages.

Go figure.

Anyways, this book; Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, never succeeded in enticing me despite seeing it sitting on the bookshelf in every book store for the past years. I'm not BIG on self-help books. In fact, this is my first (and my last, no doubt). You see, to me, this kind of books are full of ~~shit~~. No offense but I should be able to figure out what a guy with a balding head can, can't I?

I only bought it because of Fakrul's recommendation. When he mentioned about the BIOLOGICAL part of men and women, it got me interested. But guess what? I'm already on page 164 and there's still no scientific stuff mentioned so far. Maybe it's on page 280 do you think?

After 5 days of forcing myself to read it and failing miserably to digest its content, I gave it to my mum.

So it's not a waste of RM 36.90 after all. She's in a relationship with my dad! Isn't that what the book is all about? A PRACTICAL GUIDE FOR IMPROVING COMMUNICATION AND GETTING WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.

Hey, I'm not saying this book is totally bogus. In fact, when I read it, I found most of the information correct and helpful. Should I be able to finish it, I would understand the opposite sex perfectly. Only that I don't need to, and I don't want to. Thus, Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, is so not my type.

Consider I'm too shallow ; )

You're 18!

2008-08-20T02:25:00.001+08:00

When I was done with Foundation, the hardest thing to do was to leave MSU. Not because I loved my college (are you kidding me?), but because I found it hard to leave my housemates and most importantly, my brother.

He entered MSU in June 2008, doing FMS, the same course as I did. If I had the authority, I'd have send him to Riam Tech, near to home. But then, he would never learn living on his own would he? So when he went there, my parents were worried as to whether he could cope. Not in his studies, but whether he could be independent. Thus, they visited us monthly. Naturally, as his sister, it was my responsibility to look out for him. I didn't fuss because like my parents, I too was worried. I felt that he was growing up too fast.

I made sure we had dinner together at least once a week so we could catch up on each other's live. He would nag at me for not finishing my food and drink and helped me with them. Thank you! You're my "vacuum cleaner" forever!

Sometimes I helped him with his laundry (I hateee this), groceries and bought lunch or dinner for him. I checked on whether he'd eaten everyday. I bought stuff for him whenever I went out. Stuff that sisters do la. Of course, there were times when I got impatient at him. Sisters also do that. They get impatient. Hehe.

Coz among my siblings, I was always overprotective of him the most. If you guys think I was spoilt before entering NS, you should have met my brother =| He's the most dasyat one.

Anyways, since today's his birthday (I'm exactly a year older than him =) ) and I couldn't be there, I've arranged a little something for him beforehand.

A suprise for the birthday boy =) They said he cried. Dunno true or not.

To my ex-housemates, thank you for helping. I appreciate it a lot!

To my brother, Happy 18th Birthday! Now you can withdraw RM 201.00 from the ATM! Study hard and be a doctor aite? I'll be waiting =D

Rubik's Cube

2008-08-19T16:13:00.001+08:00

I like KokoCrunch.

I hate veggies.

I'm scared of jaws.

I am made up of all these characters and more, and that's myself alone.

It's a colourful world.

A mixture of people with a variety of attitude.

A majority of them, I feel blessed to have as friends. A minority of them, disgust me.

Sometimes, I feel like knocking them on the head and kicking them down the hill just so they could get some sense into themselves. Sometimes, I feel like screaming at them for purposely taking the wrong turns over and over again.

That is me. And I'm not ashamed of myself for judging people.

Because those I judged, I cannot accept them as a person.

Those who find excuses and twist their faith for their needs.

Those who say but do not do.

Those who leave everything in the hands of God.

I've said it, and I'll say it again.

These people are not welcome in my life.

Feel free to leave.

19 on the 19th

2008-08-19T03:04:00.001+08:00

The whole world says it's the 19th of August.

I say it's my birthday =)

It was the date I was born and today, I turn 19 years old.

Shit, I feel old.

I say that every year and will continue saying it until the day I die.

So anyways, present present. Dilemma dilemma.

What should I ask for this year?

When I was small, my parents used to bring me to Toy's World, handed me a basket and asked me to fill it with anything. It was a kid's dream come true! I remember rushing here and there picking what I wanted. That time was fun.

So I told my parents, instead of the usual money, this year I wanted a present. But I'm 19, not 9. I don't desire soft toys anymore. Nor am I eyeing that pink tea set complete with a trolley.

So this afternoon...

"Nisa, get ready,"

"What for?"

"We're gonna go buy your present,"

"Ha? Dun want. I still dunno what I want."

"Then when are u gonna buy it?"

"Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. When I've figured out what I want."

To be frank, I've been eyeing the iPhone. But then, buying a new phone is so cliche. Not to mention it's teenager-ish. And I know I'll just change my phone again when there's a new model out next year anyways. So I went with this one.

Behold, my new darling =)

Sony Cyber-shot T Series - DSC-T2/G in apple green (the fact that I didn't choose the pink one proved that I don't really like pink ok?)

4GB Internal Memory
Photo Album & Scrapbook
Smile Shutter
Face Detection Technology
8.1 Mega Pixels with Super HAD CCD
2.7" Touch Screen LCD
Carl Zeiss® Vario-Tessar Lens with 3x Optical Zoom
BIONZ Image Processing Engine
Super SteadyShot
HD Slide Show with Select Music Playback
1 cm Macro Mode
High Definition Output (for still image)

Thank you Mum and Dad!

Already this year's birthday seems a lot more special =)

Oh yes, I'm a materialistic girl.

Now you know aite?

Haha.

The sweetest thing

2008-08-18T16:15:00.001+08:00

About a week ago, I received a PosLaju letter.

It was from MSU!

Could it be my result??

Could it be my offer letter??

After battling excitedly with the tight wrapping of the envelope (siot PosLaju)...

An invitation to the graduation ceremony.

Ceh.

FYI, due to, ehem, some "unforeseen circumstances", the venue was changed from PWTC to Theater Hall. That's from an 8 to a 2 on the scale of 10! Unforeseen circumstances my ass.

Today, I received another PosLaju. Just that this time, it's a parcel.

Instantly, I knew it was from my MSU friends. I'm telepathic ; ) hehe.

It was send from the PosLaju branch at Sunway Pyramid. Who else do I know are avid goers to SP? (Coz it's the nearest mall to our campus)
Who else are avid users of PosLaju? We like things done quickly and fast even if it means paying more =)

Since I couldn't come to the graduation ceremony, they decided to bring the graduation ceremony to me. Or as they said it, the graduation teddy. Thank you!

A while later, I heard the sound of now-too-familiar honking.

"Pet pet!" (sounded funny rite, but trust me, that's exactly how it sounded)

Another PosLaju motorcycle. Another envelope.

Obviously, it's a card.

It was the perfect card ever. Because in our gang,

Seena = Monkey (she could never stay still and always like to move around)

Mimi = Panda (I'm sorry for always asscociating you with round animals but pandas are cute!!)

Vi = Flamingo (why she wanted to be a flamingo, I also dunno)

Seha = Tortoise (she's always late)

Thanks a million guys!! I'm really touched. Thank you thank you thank you =)

I miss you guys lots and yes, HAPPY GRADUATION!

Goodbye

2008-08-18T03:17:00.001+08:00

Past would always remain as past.

Memories were overrated.

Those who treasured them? Get a life.

That was 2 years ago. Back when I was still in Form 5. Between those years, I think I've changed a lot. Between NS, matriculation and MSU, I know I've changed a lot. And I began to treasure both.

My past and memories.

No matter how hard I tried getting rid of everything, I still couldn't leave them behind. No matter how hard and far I ran, I could still feel them catching up on me. Each time, I asked myself where have I gone wrong. And each time, I failed to find the reason.

I felt suffocated. I felt trapped in my self-made game.

Where did I go wrong?

I didn't know. And I still don't know. Should I figure it out? Or should I let time dealt with it for me? What?

I tried going south, north, east and west all at once.

There were too many unaswered questions.

But then, trying to solve the puzzle gave a bigger impact on my life. I found myself.

Now, it's not that I couldn't care less. I know that I've done my best and if that best wasn't good enough, I know it's not me to blame. Most importantly, I feel relief because if anything, I know I won't regret it in the future. I know I've done the right thing.

I've a future to look forward to. Out there is a more frightful and exciting journey. I'll be running again. Not running away though. This time, I'm chasing my dream =)

Waaaa, offer letter. Datang la cepatttt. I can't wait to see you!!

To my past, goodbye. It was fun once and it was not regretable. But the past will always be the past and I need to move on. Even so, the memories live on.

As I always say it,

"Always regret the things you did, never the things you didn't."

There's a first for everything

2008-08-14T21:18:00.003+08:00

My first tiket saman.

An RM 5 dicsount if you paid in the first 14 days.

A further 20% discount since it's still Megasale.

Bleh.

There should be! It is the sale season kan.

At least it's only RM 15.

How should I know I've to display the parking coupon~

Of course, readers are strictly prohibited from telling my parents =)

I didn't fold it until it keronyok2 and hid it inside my handbag for no reason.

Cheers.

Gardening, Not.

2008-08-13T23:17:00.001+08:00

Does scooping some soil into a pot, pushing a seed deep into it and water it once a day count as gardening?

Probably.

A 2-minute worth of gardening.

Anyways, last weekend, me and my youngest sister decided to do some gardening *cough cough*

One pot and one seed each and a sprinkle of magic water.

Now a couple of days later............

It grew.

What is that anyway? Looks like bean sprout to me.

Zoom a little closer......

Humph *smug smile*

Unfortunately...........................no it hasn't wilted. Yet.

Unfortunately, the bean sprout-like plant with words and little hearts etched to its cotyledon, isn't mine.

That's my sister's.

This is mine.

Either it's barren (not exactly a gardening term), or it's a late developer.

I think it's a late developer.

I don't get me

2008-08-13T02:56:00.003+08:00

Hi.

It's me.

This time, starting my post with a sigh.

Haih.

Graduation is next Monday, 18th August 2008. That's what my mentor informed me a couple of hours ago. Great.

To West Malaysians, a week is a long time, yes. It only takes 5 hours from Johor-KL or 3 hours from Pahang-KL by bus.

To us Sabahans and SARAWAKIANS, it only takes 2 hours and 10 minutes from Miri-KL by plane. Lagi la sekejap rite?

"Awak dari mane?"

"Miri, Sarawak."

"Uiii, jauh nye,"

"Mane ade, dari Miri ke Kl amek mase 2 jam lbh je. Lagi dekat dari Johor."

But there's the ticket-booking. And the fact that both of my parents won't be able to take time off work.

My first graduation, and I won't be able to attend.

Haihhhhhhhh.

Like I care about that x)

An event where it requires me to wear baju kurung and mind my manners with the possibility of me tripping on stage does not appeal to me whatsoever. Yes, even if it's graduation.

I just want to meet my friends. Didn't think I would miss them (Sorry, I'm a bit cold-blooded). And my PLKN friends as well.....

Wah, getting a bit emotional + sentimental tonight.

Time for me to stop don't you think? =)

August?

2008-08-11T17:07:00.004+08:00

11th August 2008, that sounds about right.

Trust me when I say this year has been the fastest year I've ever felt. Last month it was only January, last week was March and only 2 days ago it was June.

Today it's already August.

I'm finally done with Foundation. Ok la, been done with it practically a week ago but only now I've the mood to blog so don't complain. So, where was I?

Ah yes, foundation. A year which felt like a year but one which I barely had time to register in my life and before I knew it, it had ended.

~~8 am mornings~~

~~Icy-cold shower~~

~~Annoying classmates that I'd to face everyday~~

~~Washing, drying, folding my clothes - ohh, hateness number 1~~

With that, so have these.

HOORAY!

To those who had completed their pre-U (A-levels, matric etc..) months ago and are already doing their degree, please keep your silence and let me enjoy my moment.

OoOmMmM....................................................oOoMmmM......................................................OoOooMMmm.................................................

Ok, enjoy time is over.

Now I'm bored.

Banana Pies In Making

2008-07-31T02:01:00.002+08:00

WHAT?

Picnic

WHERE?

Bagan Lalang- which took a freaking one and a half hour of journey and the beach wasn't even that nice. I tell you, in Miri you only need 15 minutes to reach the beach. But then, that's wonderful Miri, not stinking Selangor.

WHO?

The whole mentoring group.

WHEN?

Saturday, 26th July 2008, 7.30 frigging am till 3.30 frigging pm.

POTLUCK FOOD?

Banana pies. Smell like goreng pisang, tasted like cekodok.

Banana pies in making:

Went to Giant. Bought bananas.

I said candid

Seena rolling the dough away

Dumpling-like banana pies (it was the easiest shape)

Frying. Very dangerous.

Tadaaaaa!

Because of the picnic, I:

1) Missed a day -of shopping- with my parents and brothers.

am tanned. We were picnic-ing in the open while everyone else chose a spot under the tree and I did bring my sunblock but I didn't wear it because the sun wasn't anywhere in sight I tell you! Forgot that you couldn't actually see UV.

So from now on, total sunblock and foldable umbrella!

Mimi's sister's wedding

2008-07-21T23:23:00.001+08:00

5 hours. 5.5 hours. 4.3 hours. That's the amount of sleep I'd gotten on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. 4 days of not touching Genetics: BLISS.

Events:

~~Entrance exam~~
~~Interview~~
~~Mimi's sister's wedding~~
~~MSU super duper dumb explorace~~

I've talked about the entrance exam and I've grumbled about the interview and I still haven't gotten the super duper dumb explorace's pictures from Syafiq yet. That leaves me with Mimi's sister's wedding (which I always mispronounced as Mimi's wedding - it's a sign Mimi!).

That night was a blast. The best wedding I've ever attended and yes, you guys should know by now that I'm not a big fan of weddings.

The starting of the night was pretty easy to describe: We were freaking LATE. We arrived around 8.30 pm which was the time the wedding started. So it's no suprise really that WE CAME AT THE SAME TIME AS THE BRIDE AND GROOM.

Syafiq and his friends were late as well because they waited for us, BWAHAHAHA.

It was completely embarassing walking into the hall and being showed to our table (which was practically at the other end) while everyone was staring. Totally TOP 10 EMBARASSING MOMENTS material.

Mimi's speech brought us to tears. Not literally crying but having tears prickling in our eyes. It was the first time we ever saw her cried and in front of everyone else too.

That's the only sad part I guess. Oh yes, Seena and I made a bet. We bet 100 bucks (not RM) that I would get married first. HAH. As if that would happen. I asked her to include the money in her wedding invitation card 7 years from now.

Anyways, what's a wedding without pictures right? Our pictures I mean =P

A couple of pictures are still with Mimi, including the one with the bride and groom, so yeah, couldn't post them here yet.

We left around 1 am, got lost finding our way back to campus and went to bed before having to wake up at 6 am the following day for MSU super duper dumb explorace.

P.S: My parents are coming again this weekend. YAY!

A billion sighs

2008-07-18T23:50:00.004+08:00

Very tired. Very stressed up. Very annoyed.

Because of the dumb entrance exam, I slept for only 5 hours yesterday. Nope, not studying. Didn't really study much in protest of the exam. I just couldn't sleep. My pre-exam symptom. Then when I'd finally fallen asleep, I dreamed of a pontianak hiding in the locker. Stupid dream. Scared the wits outta me.

The entrance exam was okay I guess. It went much better than I thought. There were 4 papers; Physics, Biology, Math and Chem. 60 questions per paper to be answered in an hour. Bullseye. Eheh.

We've interview tomorrow morning. Been looking up on info and stuff but heck, I still couldn't find who's our Health Minister. Who ah? Call me outdated but I seriously have no idea. I just know that Chua Soi Lek was fired/resigned due to his scandalous video and that's so last year.

And,

Some people just annoyed the hell outta me.

My blog = I'll write what I want.

My blog = You don't like it, fuck off.

Even if it's boring or stupid or immature or whatever, it's none of your fucking business. I decide that, get it?
I seriously think this kind of people ought to be shipped to America and be slaves. Only that, that's in the old days right?

Seriously. Go to Bermuda Triangle, get screwed and don't come back. Or buy a mansion in Malibu, live happily ever after and get outta of my life. Either way, it's fine with me.

It's almost midnight and I haven't taken my shower.

I'll get pneumonia one day, cheers.

Freerice.com

2008-07-13T23:23:00.007+08:00

Surfing the net, clicking around doing nothing. Tap tap tap on the keyboard. Backspace backspace.

Hey, you're bored huh?

I don't usually promote websites....but this time I'll make an exception.

About FreeRice

FreeRice is a sister site of the world poverty site, Poverty.com.

FreeRice has two goals:
Provide English vocabulary to everyone for free.
Help end world hunger by providing rice to hungry people for free.

This is made possible by the generosity of the sponsors who advertise on this site.

Whether you are CEO of a large corporation or a street child in a poor country, improving your vocabulary can improve your life. It is a great investment in yourself.

Perhaps even greater is the investment your donated rice makes in hungry human beings, enabling them to function and be productive. Somewhere in the world, a person is eating rice that you helped provide. Thank you.

www.freerice.com

You can try going to that one. For each question you get right, you donate 20 grains of rice through the UN World Food Pogram to help end hunger. If you find the words difficult (gaucherie- wtf is that??), hey, everything is at the tips of your fingers.

www.dictionary.com

Go to an online dictionary for God's sake.

Weird concept right? But the sponsors pay for your donated rice so don't worry. You'll also get to improve your vocabs. Learning while donating, not bad aite?

I've only donated 240 grains of rice.

Stopping here tonight. 8 am class tomorrow. That's freaking early for me.

Happy donating everyone! =D And yes, spread the website around.

P.S: Credits to Zatyfaty for sacrificing her sleeping time (tido jak keja) to tell me =)

It's what you called it.

2008-07-12T23:21:00.005+08:00

Lies grow. Learn.

S: I'll tell her my dad called, and there's a family emergency. No, no. There's just an emergency. Vi, type that.

Vi: I'll type, there's some kind of emergency ok?

S: No, no. That sounds too fishy. Just type there's an emergency. Maybe I should just tell them my grandma was admitted into the hospital.

N: What?? You can't say that! You don't have grandparents anymore is it?

S: No. Both of my grandmas passed away already. But telling that would be a lie. I don't want to lie...Nisa. Help me find an excuse.

N: What if you said, your dad called, your grandma passed away?

S: But-

N: You wouldn't be lying. It's just a statement. 2 different statements
that have nothing to do with each other in one message.

S: Haha! Brilliant! Vi, type "My dad just called. My grandma passed away." You're good!

N: I'm a liar. Of course I'm good.

N: You know, everyone in class will be offering their condolences to you on Monday.

S: Yeahh. Wait, one message received from M- F just told me about your grandma...I'm sorry.

N: OMG. We need to explain to her. Tell her that you said your grandma
passed away. Not that she JUST passed away.

........................

A liar manipulates facts and use them to his or her own advantage. Twisting words to evade lying but not wholly telling the truth. It's somewhere in between.

I'm a liar =) and I'm sure everyone around me is as well. I lie to get out of sticky situations and I lie to protect myself. I can lie to basically anyone but the things I lied about, I take extra care. There's a thin line between the truth and lies and everytime I crossed that line, I make sure I'm prepared for the consequences.

There are only two person that I could never bring myself to lie to. That two person are my parents. I'm not exactly an obedient daughter. I would answer back if I was scolded and I could utter the most hurtful words. But I couldn't lie. And I won't ever do so.

Whatever I did, even if I knew it would cause my parents to be mad, I'd tell them. I remember being asked, "If you knew your parents would be angry, why did you tell them? I wouldn't." . My parents don't ask, but even so, I feel that I should tell. Especially if I've done something I shouldn't.

Because guilt, like lies, grow. And it's not something I could stand. I don't want my parents to ever doubt me. My judgements, or myself. Better kena marah than feeling guilty rite? I consider myself as being outspoken and straight forward =P and I called my relationship with my parents as an "open and honest" one. Nicer words compared to rebellious and rude.

Untuk menyenangkan hidup?

Lie only when you should.

What? You didn't expect me to say, "Don't ever lie," rite? That's bollocks.

So yeah, lie when you should but tell the truth when the time comes =)

What would you say?

2008-06-30T07:25:00.002+08:00

Seena asked all of us a string of questions the other day. I was intrigued so here goes:

Let's say you found out your husband-to-be is not a virgin, what would you do?
Um...erm...umm..wait a minute. I have to think.

The first thing I thought was, "How do I evade this question? There must be a loophole somewhere." But then, it was just a question. Asked outta boredom and curiousity. All I had to do was answer.

I know I would think, if I loved that man enough, I wouldn't care. It's a thing of the past and everyone deserves a second chance. He deserves to make amend for his mistake. Of course we'd have rows and stuff but everything'd be okay.
But I know what I would do is, I wouldn't accept him. The fact that he did it say something about himself. I'm not good at giving second chances.

But what if your wedding's all planned? You've printed the cards and everything.
I wouldn't care. I would cancel the invitations. What's a bunch of fancy words written on fancy papers to my life and a man I don't trust? And people can talk. I don't give a **censored**.

What would you say to your parents then?
I would tell them that I'm feeling unsure. That I'm just experiencing a nervous breakdown and I need the time to think. After some time, I'd tell them I'm calling the wedding off.

So..what would you girls answer?

Just a quick update

2008-06-29T20:24:00.002+08:00

My parents were here for the weekend, yay!

Coolness. I haven't seen them for ages. Well, not since 2 weeks ago. Haha. 2 weeks is long.
I feel a pang of sadness now I guess. When the weekend ended, everyone parted. Yazid took the bus back to Kuantan to study more about teeth, Zahir and me took the KTM back to MSU and my parents took the cab to KLIA, back to Miri. Why can't all of us catch the flight to Miri?

Heh, no point in complaining I guess.

I asked my dad a question last night, as I was packing my stuff. I asked him- if he was content with his life, how could such thing be? He came from a not-poor-but-not-rich-either family, and I was sure, as a kid, there were things that he had wanted so badly but couldn't get. Then he studied hard, worked hard, got his paycheck every month.........but then he spend most of it on his family. On us. On me. So..how is that?

I was expecting something like, "If you loved your family bla bla bla sacrifice for them bla bla bla," crap but then he looked thoughtful and said, "Yeah, I'm wondering about that as well," Whoa, talk about harsh! Where did all the stuff about family love go?

Lol.

I'm missing my parents already, so I better stop. Weekend's over, now it's back to Genetics (gah). I've a lot to catch up but I'll start tomorrow. I've to do my laundry and my brother's - I swear to God, this is the last time I'm doing this for him. Ok la, it's not like I'm washing them by hands but still. Next time he's washing his own clothes!

History, anyone?

2008-06-22T16:25:00.008+08:00

I hate Sejarah and Malaysian Studies. Though I never scored anything less than an A, I hated these subjects. Not only were they as interesting as watching Hang Seng stocks, I couldn't put them to any use.

My conclusion was this: history is dull.

Now, I say: Malaysian history is dull.

History is mind-blowing. And history stirred emotions I didn't know I had in me. And,

I'm in love with Philippa Gregory.

Oh? Who is she?

After the success of the movie The Other Boleyn Girl (TOBG), who can say they do not know her? Ok, those who are ignorant maybe don't. But I'm sure everyone knows Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson and Eric Bana. How can you not know them???

Yes, Philippa Gregory is the author of The Other Boleyn Girl and all her books are about modern history especially on the Tudors of England. Seriously, never before have I been so avid over an author's books. So if you decided you liked TOBG's movie, I would suggest you read the book. READ THE BOOK, I DON'T CARE. Read the book then tell me you're not blown away because as always, the movie has a slightly different storyline *%$#@!^&*

After you read TOBG, then you might want to consider The Constant Princess (TCP) and The Boleyn Inheritance (TBI). Forget I said consider, READ THEM. TOBG told the story of the two Boleyn sisters, Anne and Mary while TCP captured the life of Catalina Of Spain, Katherine of Aragon- Queen of England. The same queen Anne Boleyn had replaced. TBI on the other hand was told from Jane Parker, Lady Rochford, George's (brother to Anne and Mary) unbeloved wife's view, when she was assigned the task to assist Katherine Howard, a lady-in-waiting of the Queen, in her attempt to charm King Henry and gained the throne.

In fact, read them in order. From The Constant Princess, The Other Boleyn Girl and The Boleyn Inheritance.

All of them attempted to be Queen. Either they ended up in the Tower, or they ended up on the throne, sitting next to the King. A battle of life and death.

And oh, the movie made King Henry looked like a tame kitten.

Ok.

Next is....

Michelle Moran. The author of Nefertiti.

You'll get a glimpse of the lives of Egypt royalties and yes, that includes Pharaoh Amunhotep II and Pharaoh Nefertiti. She succeeded in making herself Pharaoh, ruling next to Amunhotep and making her daughter the heir of Egypt when she couldn't conceive a son. She also got rid of Kiya, the First Wife to Amunhotep.

Then there's Elif Shafak. Author of The Bastard Of Istanbul.

History of Turkey. The storyline was pretty dull along the way but when you reach its ending, wham! you wouldn't believe what had hit you. The ending made up for the story itself, it's brilliant.

Lastly, Jean Sasson. Author of Princess, Daughter Of Arabia and Princess Sultana's Circle on the royalties of Saudi Arabia.

She's also the author of Mayada.

A story based in Iraq. It proved that no matter how important you were, no one was guaranteed their safety. Saddam Hussein himself threw and tortured her in his dungeons for no apparent reason. She was released and thus the existence of this book.

All these books have one thing in common: The peril of absolute male authority in royal households.

I could say that among all, I like the Egyptians the most. Of course, like every other country, the birth of a son as an heir was a must but in Egypt, daughters were not denied their rights. Nefertiti had had 6 daughters and still, Amunhotep loved them to bits. So yeah, even though he was not a good ruler (he was said to be mentally unstable), he was a good father.

And the best part is? These books were all based on true stories and facts.

So ditch Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsellia. I wouldn't even scream in protest if you guys ditched Harry Potter =)

Dah. I'm tired of writing.

Happy reading!

MODE: BORED

2008-06-20T11:53:00.003+08:00

As expected, classes only start next week. Which will be on Monday. Which is 3 days away. Which means I've nothing to do for the next 72 hours. And now I'm bored.

Entrance exam will be on the 19th of July and I've forms to fill and documents to prepare and I haven't started on them yet. I'm not that bored.

My GPA has taken quite a dip this semester. A- for both Anatomy and Math 2. And a B for Ko-Ku 1 as expected. I'd be humiliated if I'd gotten an A. Humiliated and pleased. Gaga. Who cares. At least now I've only another short semester to go. 2 subjects; Basic Genetics and Ko-Ku 2. Stupid kan Ko-ku 2? I've 10 hours of BG per week. Yes, it's everyday. Then our lecturer told us they'd came out with a new format. Instead of the usual Test 1 and 2 during short sem, we've mid-sem exam and what has come out for mid-sem exam will also come out during final. We've to revise 9 whole chapters for final. Yes! And if you think I'm rejoicing that there's only one test before final, you're wrong! Test 1 and 2 are usually done informally, in the class. Without us having to wear the proper attire and taking the exam slip. It also means we could glance left and right.....not copying eh. Glancing left and right.

AND, mentor-mentee has been changed to Saturday. Saturday! Who would bother going to campus on a SATURDAY morning for nothingness? Of course, I stay in the campus but still! I skipped that thing even when it was on a weekday, why would I attend it during the weekend?

Wtf???

Why does this have to happen during my last sem?? Why couldn't it wait until next sem when I've finished?? WHY?

Because this uni is stupid, that's why. And I thought I could relax this semester. I was also rooting there were days when I wouldn't have any classes. Pfft.

Ok. I'm done complaining. Now I wanna post some pics taken 2 days ago during Seha's visit to Miri. So I dragged Ctah along coz I didn't know Miri that well myself, how could I be the tour guide? I'd end up bringing my friend to shopping malls only. Then we found out Asylla was free, so we dragged her as well. And I must must must met her coz she's leaving for Russia on the 28th and I may not see her for a long time.

At the airport. The one in blue is Seha.

Marina Bay. A place I didn't know existed until 2 days ago!

Asylla. Haven't seen her for ages!

The key and the lock. A perfect match.

You see, that's Ctah Sandwich.

Now I'm dreadfully hungry.

All Smiles

2008-06-16T13:18:00.001+08:00

I'm typing this with my eyes half-closed but I know that if I didn't post this today, then I would never post it. It seems that from day to day, I'm getting lazier to blog =D

Never had I thought I would feel tired of being angry. There seemed to be tiny outbursts everyday. I was like a tornado, lashing out my anger to those around me. My mood swings were unbearable.

Blame them on my hormones =P

Effa was partly right; they seem to be there, but not really. Yeah, that describes it. But honestly, I couldn't really blame the friends though I was kindda frustrated. I know how hard it is to keep in touch. I am one of those friends. Even I feel scared of meeting some of them, even though we were really inseparable once. I'm scared of us judging ourselves. That maybe I couldn't accept the 'new' them and vice versa. More than anything, I don't want to accept the fact that we really couldn't get along that well anymore. And that we have changed more than we have wanted.

Friends. But yeah, there're still there. Just merely visible. But ahah, if you guys ever need me, please know that I'm here =) and always will be.

Okay, I got sidetracked. What I really wanted to say was.....

I got to meet Rina and I got to meet Ctah and I'm happy =)

Rina was back in Miri for 5 days. As brief as that may have sounded, that's 4 nights at home eh! When you think of it that way, it's long right. Fetched her at the airport in the morning (yes, ME! ME!) and bumped into her at the airport again that night. You guys should have guessed by now that we're big fans of Miri Airport. Yeah, it's so BREATHTAKINGLY GORGEOUS, bluek. Then I bumped into her again at Dr. Aziz's the next morning. Then the night before she went back, we hung out at her house until like...3 am. The last time I was there was almost 2 years ago when we had the sleepover after SPM. That was freakingly LONG since her house's just 5 minutes away.We talked like we talked back then. We laughed just like we had laughed back then. It was a relief to be able to tell rather than to write to someone I actually knew well and knew me well. After I got back that night, I thought:

I wasn't afraid anymore.

It suddenly popped into my head. I didn't even know what it meant.

Ok.

Then last night I met Ctah! A few days before I was going back only did I meet her. Brilliant. Now this, needs another post on its own. So yes, I'm stopping here. I need sleep. I need food.

Toodles.

Like A Knife

2008-06-12T04:40:00.002+08:00

I thought long and hard as what to write before I came to one conclusion: I simply don't know.

I've sat here for hours. Typing and backspacing. Logging in and out. Staring at the white background. And still I haven't written a single word.

Does it matter if my thoughts were left unwritten?

No, of course not. It wouldn't change anything.

I used to listen to people's whines and woes all the time. I lend my ears and time because I knew how much difference that would make. But often when I looked up, they were looking expectantly at me, hoping I could come up with something wise to say. Hoping that somehow, I could come up with any solution. And I did exactly that. I dug deep for the answers. And at times I struggled, just trying to find the correct words. Cracking my head to find something, anything to say. Those expectant eyes. I couldn't say how badly I wanted to just walk away.

Now I do just that. I walk away.

At the rare times when I decided to sit down and listen, and my little words managed to put some sense into their heads, my heart gave a small leap. It felt good.

And then I started wondering why I changed. And whether I should change.

I view those in my life as fragile chinas crowded on a shelf. There are those at the very back, dusty and untouched, waiting to break. There are those at the front, new and polished, waiting to break. There are those that have already broken, scattered everywhere on the floor. Then there's me. And I'm left to gather the pieces and wait for the others to break.

I don't want that to happen.

It's not hard to accept these are just faces among many other faces. They come and they go. I couldn't help but wonder when will they walk out of my life, how long will it take before I'm forgotten.

We hang out together. Does that make us friends?
We tell each other stories. Does that make us friends?
We've known each other for years and still, does that make us friends?

I was told that all I needed was to trust, and to have faith.

I couldn't.

I'm HUGE

2008-06-06T09:10:00.001+08:00

......and I eat like a pregnant woman.

So there should be no question as to WHY I'm fat right?

Hmm...I wonder why girls always say they're fat.

Oh, wait.

I probably know why. Because I constantly do that as well. But here, now, at this moment, that isn't the case.

The girls' cliche phrase "I'm fat" is because I really am! Rina said so and that's ONLY BY LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF ME!

Waaaaaa.................

I've thought of working out but no no no, too sweaty and energy consuming (I'm a lazy pig. Ha ha ha)

I've thought of cutting back on eating but no no no, I love eating way too much, especially home-made food.

So...no exercising, no dieting. Seems like there's only ONE thing left to do...........

No, not liposuction you doofus~ it's too expensive anyways and I'm a poor student =(

I'm left wondering as to WHY IT'S SO HARD TO MAINTAIN MY WEIGHT nowadays. It's ever since I entered uni. Damn hard la.

Is it because of the inconsistent time of meals? Lunch could be at 2 pm,dinner at 10.

Is it the food itself? I'm guessing oil is like so cheap there in West M'sia their food are dripping of it. One meal's can fill a quarter of my gayung. Tsk tsk.

Is it the depression of being away from home? And as always, the more depressed I am, the more I tend to stuff my face.

Why oh why?

Why was it wayyyyy easier to stay thin back in high school?? Not that I was ever that thin, mind you *sighs*

BUT

You know what, once upon a time, I might cared. I might had nothing better to do than worrying over the number on the scale. One comment of me being fat was enough to set me off on my diet --->> stupid stupid

Now if anyone commented on my weight, I'd buy a double cheeseburger on the spot and gobbled it up in 2 minutes.

Or rather, I'd say, "Fuck off will ya?"

Wouldn't that feel good?

Sooooo,

I'll just eat whatever I want and moan about how big I'm getting

Seems like the perfect thing for me =)))) *big smile*

But don't ever comment about my weight because that's so tactless and it might breaks my lil'-coke-polluted heart. At least, not to my face =D

So I Say

2008-06-05T07:04:00.002+08:00

I owe Ctah a big plump balloonish SORRY.

She misscalled my handphone 5 times, send 2 messages and called my house's phone twice.
And I didn't even budge =( I'm sorry.

Oh, and I owe you KokoCrunch too.

It's always the opposite when I'm at home: I'm sensitive to other noises but my hp when I'm asleep. But when I'm there, it's vice versa. If my housemates wanted to wake me up, they'd call me rather than bang on the door (eventhough my bed's exactly next to it), because trust me, I wouldn't move even a hair.

So that's what happened yesterday. Ctah called me around 1 pm and I was still asleep. As a matter of fact, I woke up at 5 pm because I couldn't stand my sister's attempts to measure my nose.

I was asleep and Hani was holding a ruler against my nose.

I'm not a witch so I don't have long nose okay? It's just the same as everyone else's.

Before you guys go: SHE WOKE UP AT 5 PM??, lemme explain.

I slept around 11 am so logically, I should wake up around 5 right? And even then I only got 6 hours of sleep.

So I don't think Pakul's "sik manis anak dara bangun aher eh," theory is accepted. I fully oppose against it. Anyone's with me?

I jaga the house when everyone's asleep ok? Me and my brother. It's like a duet-guarding-the-house thing.

There's only one reason la: I love late at nights and early mornings, I hate the afternoons.
I like it when it's totally quiet and nobody's around. I like the chill and the smell of morning. I like the feeling of being alone, that the time and moment belong to me and no one else.

I'm maximizing my hols.

P.S: I know it's a tad late but I'd just gotten to watch P.S: I Love You and this
is what I have to say- it's as boring as the book that I'd to keep forwarding
it and honestly, I couldn't see why people are crazy over those (movie and book).
Boring la wey.

P.P.S: IMS (International Medical School) entrance's exam is on the 21st of
June. Only 3 days after registering, giving me no chance whatsoever
to enjoy/mourn over my results. And oh, MY BOOKS ARE IN SHAH ALAM
WHILE I'M IN MIRI.
I hate next semester already.

Rain vs Wedding

2008-06-03T06:57:00.004+08:00

2 days ago, I decided to attend my neighbour's wedding. Shocking, I know. Of course, I'd my reasons:

1. Everyone else was busy going to weddings that I thought I should give it a shot; named Ctah and Fara.

2. I had nothing better to do than sleep anyway, and sleeping was boring.

3. Since I'd missed the akad nikah the previous day, I'd decided to attend the majlis persandingan. Just in case they'll refuse to attend my funeral in the future: No way! That girl didn't even bother to attend our daughter's wedding! =( Not my fault. Nobody bothered to wake me up!

4. Oh, fine. I wanted to go to Mall since I had to get a new mouse ASAP and other stuff. Wouldn't be cool if I wandered around the shops while the wedding's going on at the other side of the building right? What might they say? And yes, I do mind what they say because I'll have to deal with them for a couple more years unlike those I don't know or dislike.

So yeah, a sleepless me decided to attend a wedding. I seemed to forget what were involved in a wedding. You sit, you eat, you go back; that's it right?

Nisa's rule 1#

Walk in the middle of the hallway so you wouldn't have

to shake hand or salam with those lining up to greet the guests.

Nisa's rule 2#

Avoid eye contact at all cost so there wouldn't be any question asked.

I arrived and I sat. Listened to music that didn't only suck but so damn loud that I had to maximized my mp3's volume which still wasn't enough to shut that horrible music out! Sakit my telinga. Tuned to 30 Seconds To Mars, RJA, Panic! At The Disco etc which soothed my ears, thankfully.

Proper politeness

our-hps-are-suddenly-so-interesting boredom

And I sat. And sat. And sat. And at 11.20 am (we arrived there at 10.14 am! That's an hour of waiting and monstrous music!) the bride and groom arrived and took their seats on the bridal dais. And then I wondered what's gonna happen.

Turned out there were speeches:

"Since when do they have speeches at weddings?"

And there were videos:

"Since when do they show videos at weddings?"

And then my sister asked me:

"When was the last time you attended one (wedding)?"

Shoot. Good question. When I thought about it, it was about 3 years ago when my cousin got married. And that was a must-attend event or my mum would kill me. You know, where the whole family had to wear baju kurung and baju melayu in the theme colour. And where you were ordered to do this and that. Wah, so annoying. The thing is, I hate weddings, or any family events actually. I wouldn't attend any unless I have to. I only go to tahlil (the anniversary of the dead person) and funerals (when people die) to show my respects. Not bad right?

In the middle of those, I realised:

The wedding's a free promotion of Hujan! The local band from Miri, not Rain- the Korean singer. Sorry to disappoint you guys. Btw, I just realised he's the guy in Speed Racer. No wonder he looked familiarly skinny.

Hujan vs Wedding

See, they even got the bigger stage (picture was taken up close so it looked smaller)! I mean, I know they needed the space for the instruments and the group members but shouldn't the bride and groom be the center of attention? It was their wedding after all. Hey, you don't get married often (unless you get married and divorced 5 times) you know.

Not only that, guests were more eager to take pictures with them rather than the king and queen of the day!

They're family after all so I guess the bride and groom didn't mind. They were probably proud or something.

Oh, the band even promoted and sold their t-shirts there.

Nisa's rule 3#

Sneak out early as to not be trapped in the crowd.

Nisa's rule 4#
Don't use the main door so you wouldn't have to congrats the bride and groom.

So I tried searching the booth or the desk or something where they might be selling these t-shirts as further proof, but couldn't find it =(

Her: My funeral theory got to her, so she buang tebiat and went.
Me: I don't think I looked like someone who didn't sleep the whole night.

After we arrived home, I officially crashed on my bed at 2.14 pm. A new bedtime record =)

Nisa's conclusion of the day: I hate weddings.