pop some sense in the oven

Seriously?

2009-11-07T18:30:00.004+08:00

I don't know what you're grasping from the image but it seems to me, the rigorous APEX selection was more of a success in convening some hundred racist twats instead of bright open-minded unified bunch of students. FAIL. It's so unnecessary, this group - especially when a HBP 09/10 group already exists. And these people are the apparent leaders of the future. Haih, good luck lah Malaysia.

We Shall.

2009-11-06T15:06:00.001+08:00

These days I'm engulfed in perpetual panic. Exams brings out the worst in me. The continuous reading I've been putting myself up to is so unbecoming of me. And so to redeem myself also to avoid me throwing up all over this nauseating mass of imprinted knowledge before me, I've decided to get a front row ticket on me couch and revisit Across The Universe.

Beatles first caught my attention at the sound of their harmonious yeahs and got me hooked at their every proclaim of love. So what could be better than a movie heavily laced to the sole sound of them Beatles.

The movie just wraps me in a bubble and elevates me to untouchable heights and leaves me all fuzzed up like I've just swallowed a cat and soaked up the sun.

So that's that. Don't know if I've written about the movie before but who really cares anyway.

Sigh I miss writing. But every time I sit and type something out, by the end of it, the whole thing would just scream trivial and so I end up deleting it altogether and not bother to give it a chance anymore.

Seems like the less I write the more followers (hi followers!) I get though. Haha is that some kind of subtle tactic to ask me to quit the ramblin'! I know not how.

Oh wells. Lets get back to reality now shall we.

Unnecessary.

2009-11-01T23:25:00.005+08:00

Starting of semester.

End of semester.

I don't see the logic in taking all the colors away in the end.

Gold.

2009-10-28T00:01:00.000+08:00

The Appreciation Compensates.

2009-10-26T12:17:00.002+08:00

You Can't Tell, But I'm Smiling.

2009-10-07T13:53:00.003+08:00

I keep a list. In fact I keep many lists. I'm quite the list person to be frank, bullets are my elixir of life. Apart from coke. And butter jam biscuits. And tomyam. But the one list that gets the best seat is the 'what makes me smile' list. And in the past week, I've been adding quite a number of bullets to it which comes as a surprise because I'm one who perceives my surrounding to be holistically contrived and fake. Unless proven otherwise.

So there I was at the mall, standing indifferently on the escalator when I saw two old ladies, painting each others nails over warm soya. Beats me why it made me smile like an arse on crack but it did.

And on my way home, stopped at a traffic light I spotted this boy. Nicely cladded in sekolah agama attire with his jet black songkok, all handsome and powdered, stuck in the rain. But instead of running for shelter to preserve his inner beauty, he was singing and dancing. In the rain. Haih, where does he find such bliss in himself.

Then I stopped at Miracle to send some notes for photocopying and when I came back, there was a red slip pinned under my wiper. Instead of a yellow one. Yellow means unpaid parking, red means paid. But I haven't paid, in this case. So I went to find the parking anne to langsaikan my payment but he said tapa tapa and smiled. I swear I've been spending so much money on parking this guy just turned my day around, for the better of course.

The rarity of the opportunity for me to genuinely smile makes me slightly skeptical of things when it actually occurs. Especially when it happens consecutively.

I strive on being a pessimist.

And I'd like you to invest in a shower cap btw. It's awesome. It makes me smile. Even though it's plastic and all. Pun unintended.

Mental Vomit.

2009-09-18T00:38:00.003+08:00

Being in school these days feels a lot like being Del Potro in the early stages of his pseudo battle with Federer. Me being the oh so attractive 20 year old whom I am so smitten by right now, and my beloved studio coordinator being Federer. You know, how Federer made him work his ass off for that one point in the third set if I'm not mistaken? He, my coordinator is making us work so hard before he allows us to taste the sweet succulent goodness of reaching the point of completion and having a relieved mind to greet eid.

I'm writing this while someone on a not too far end feels the absolute opposite;

...Owh well! since when i'm not on Holiday?.. I could really say HBP Student life in USM for the first year and first sem is just like a holiday, just with lotz of art class assignment. and no exam =) -- http://whatisgeneharn.blogspot.com/

I'm thinking he must have some superb time management skillz yo, cause I feel there're motherloads of things to complete. But the number of ticks in the holy to-do list has been increasing. That's always a good thing.

On an interesting and alarming note, there was a confirmed case of swine flu in class and we had every paranoid china-man donning the mask chanting 'you must protect yourself'. Amusing for some odd reason. Everyone, being a nosy parker at heart asked around who it was that caught the bug. We got "aiya... the guy always wear red sweater wan" and "taking QS wan dis wan". and some more. Instead of being fully sympathetic of the poor fella's situation, what was running through my head was, how would people describe who I am had I been the victim?

-

The whole stretch of street lights were off last night while I drove back from school. Jet black rides home isn't really my cup of tea. I realize, I've been taking street lights for granted.

Spoke Too Soon.

2009-09-08T10:10:00.003+08:00

Good news; I'm finally getting the hang of making friends. But boy do I feel like a year one kid some days - cause I find myself coming home with a wide grin, scouring the house for my mother, feeling all giddy to tell her I've made a new friend in school today.

I think this is probably ancient news but I should have a positive mindset towards things instead of condemning it from the very beginning and constantly having an impression that everyone's out to get me. Bad habit. I ought to give people a chance to be who they are and embrace it, they're probably having a hard time fitting in as well. But hey, there's definitely positive progress on my side of the green patch.

My to-do list pad is full and I have tonnes of things on my mind, I'm just going to draft it here before it escapes into some convenient black hole.

RAG 121 - Sundial
PM Talhah - International house (15/9 - Tuesday)
SHE - kaum Sabah & Sarawak
RUS 101 - solid waste disposal methods (700 words) (11/9 - Friday)
RUS 101 - urban planning simulation design (14/9 - Monday)
RAG 161 - 20 sketches
RMK 153
RUS 101 - biodiversity and vegetation report
STUDY

Get With The Times.

2009-08-22T00:15:00.004+08:00

So school's out for one week (and almost getting back in). Nope, not due to H1N1 - god knows how much we have to try to stick to the schedule and not tweak it even an atom.

Back to my original point before the part I went slightly off tangent; it's the mid semester break.

(here I go...)

Boy has it been a challenging first phase.

I have realized, it's not really the assignments and the lecturers. I can manage the stress so far in that stance, Alhamdulillah. But it's the people. I've always had trouble with people anyway so it shouldn't be anything shocking to my system. But I surprise myself time and time again at what irks me.

Can't seem to recall how I remotely managed to make friends before my USM chapter came along. Whatever it is I had to offer before, I don't think I have it any longer cause it's really really really hard to make friends here, and god some days it gets so frustrating. Some think I'm a huge snob. Hah well, that's not really a revelation of the century - but I'm nice, really! Dead poets honor.

I don't mind being a lone ranger, to be perfectly frank. I prefer it even. But I have to make new friends or else group assignments are going to be a huge female of the K9 species.

It's a new era, but some minds are still dangerously backlogged. The Chinese want to stick with the Chinese, and Malays with the Malays. Might as well do it UiTM style and forget multiracial education atmosphere if that's what's going on. No one's taking full advantage of the given environment anyway. I swear making new friends would be so much easier if everyone wasn't so busy sucking up to the lecturers and speaking only to people of their own race.

I'm such a complainer aren't I, although that barely sums up school. I'll soon be off the radar again, busy fitting in and finding my place in uni.

Oh and I'm pretty sure I haven't introduced Mussolini to you yet. Allow me to get you acquainted with my baby.

And and, hello new followers. (waves)

This post should last about a month or so, jadi I'm wishing everyone a blessed Ramadhan and I leave you with a prayer.

Ya Allah ya Tuhanku, tambahkanlah ilmuku, luaskanlah fahamanku, lapangkanlah dadaku, mudahkanlah urusanku, keluarkanku dari kegelapan ragu, muliakanku dengan cahaya pengertian, berilah cahaya kepada hatiku sebagaimana Engkau berikan cahaya kepada matahari dan bulan.

Amiin.

Verk.

2009-08-03T13:00:00.003+08:00

How Are You?

2009-07-24T13:20:00.001+08:00

So much to say, so little time.

Episode 735: Dumping Rain.

2009-07-07T22:52:00.007+08:00

Le tweet timeline.

And then.

At this point, Ba was already crooning Rihanna's Umbrella. Lets just say he was never known for his ability to hold a tune.

Rain entails seeking shelter, yes? Precisely what the pact of feline I have did. Chaos in the kitchen.

Buns & Pins.

2009-06-20T14:57:00.004+08:00

#1
I've been having this nagging urge to write something, anything, for a couple of days now but it's always the same case, no filling in the puff, yet the desire to blab.

#2
It's half past shameful to say that the most interesting thing I've done since RUMI 2009 is watch 17 Again where the lead actor is prettier than me. And discovering that kuaci and blueberry isn't such a bad combination after all.

#3
Oh, and I've FINALLY received my pay. Hugs money. Finally because it's February and March's wage. April and May's coming soooon I foresee. I can detect some good in this whole holding-back-cheques-scheme USM has been playing on me. Despite how stingy I can get with spending my own dough, god knows where/what that could have been spent on during the holidays had I gotten it on time.

#4
Somehow got my phone charger wire stuck in my mini stand fan last last night. Snapped a blade, which positively woke me up from my zombie stupor.

#5
Semester is scheduled to begin in the next two weeks or so. For some unknown reason, I am as nervous as a year one kid on the first day of school but not to the dragging-mom-to-classroom-door extent. I'll just have her on speed dial.

#6
Can't bring myself to unwrap my new, rightfully earned moleskine notebook. Maybe I'm afraid the thrill of acquiring one might trump the electric of actually owning one. Is this normal.

#7
This is just here because I like odd numbers.

Rumi 2009.

2009-06-14T22:10:00.002+08:00

It was a week of many firsts. And despite all the grouses von laments, it could have been worst. I harbour an amalgamation of love and hate towards this workshop. But that's the usual recipe for anything in life, no?

I've been too fortunate for the opportunity to be part of it, really - for more reasons than one. A sudden tweak in events, it was. I'm not going to narrate the experience at length. The excitement and tire has worn out anyways, I couldn't sound half as enthusiastic as I was in actual fact even if I tried. But it's safe to say that I'm glad I went.

Rumour has it that, UTM Skudai's hosting the next MAB. Never been to Johor so it shall be fun should I participate next year.

Pictures might take some time to appear itself here, I was busy hiking up the hills of FSPU if not trying my hardest to down the godawful thing they confused for food.

G'morning.

2009-06-06T03:21:00.002+08:00

Some days you wake up and immediately start to worry. Nothing in particular is wrong, it's just the suspicion that forces are aligning quietly and there will be trouble.

In All Likelihood.

2009-05-19T12:56:00.002+08:00

Fuckton of Irish soft butter and strawberry St Dalfour jam on Jacob biscuits is possibly my elixir of life.

Took The Words Right Outta My Mouth.

2009-05-10T21:10:00.004+08:00

You know how sometimes you've got a back ache and then you go to the chiropractor and they crunch your back and all of a sudden everything's golden? That's how I felt when I saw this and realized someone with the power of big fonts backing them shares my abhorrence for misused homonyms. Bravo, wordboner. YOU’RE pretty great.

What If I.

2009-05-09T02:16:00.005+08:00

I'm alive. Don't panic. Do that only at the disco. If you know what I mean. (Panic! At the Disco, geddit?) Okay. Stab my wit. This is unplanned, and rare. I usually take a day or so to come up with a scantily reasonable post, by my standards. But I can't be arsed to do anything of that measure at the present time. Why. Because I'm tired. And it's past my pet walrus' bedtime. And there's a mellow song playing in the background. And the possibility of me dozing on the keyboard is considerably high. Plus, I'm tired of looking at my description of a rainy day.

(looks around for ideas...)

(sees shoutbox)

Hello Eeleeeeen. How can I not remember you, darling. Anyone associated with food is always worth remembering, in my book. Why didn't you leave a link or a mailing address maybe. It has been too long, I say. And hey, I still keep that cartoon drawing of me you did and a note you passed along the table together with Honey Stars, if my memory serves me correctly.

See what you made me do. And useless Judy had to destroy the note. Hantu it seems. Haih. Why did you make me miss you, Eeleen?

-

And Shafiq, it's reasonably faster to load your page now so it's all good in the neighborhood. : )

-

And aloha cloudz. You may chill here, please. And bring your other cloud friends too if you have any cause frankly, it has been too sunny on my side I could do with occasional drizzles.

-

And thank you kind Visitor 1. Where's Visitor 2?

--

And I declare the word of the day is and.

Theee and. I mean. End.

Seasoned Season.

2009-04-22T10:56:00.001+08:00

So the sun decided to take the back seat today and so did I, in more ways than one. In words of a different decree, the rain came out to play and boy does it play hard. The sun didn't disappear entirely, it couldn't. It took slight peeks and made sporadic bold appearances, to I don't know, see how the rain was doing? Or maybe just acclimate to being the center of attention. I have a strong gut feeling they have a predilection towards conversation, at least in accomplishing one. They try, mhm. It's just that they speak foreign to one another that it culminates into empty noise.

Here's to a mauve afternoon.

Unrequited Love.

2009-04-16T10:25:00.004+08:00

Off the kitchen whiteboard.

I think my siblings are so deprived of tender loving care, they create quizzes and decide on the prize according to their needs themselves.

That's some brain wringing question, I tell you.

Of Minors & G Strings.

2009-04-13T01:32:00.004+08:00

I will most likely be on a slight hiatus here - I'm actually finally picking up the guitar and slowly making peace with the idea of developing those unsexy hardened skin at the tip of my fingers. And thus, in the midst of literally slicing my fingertips, pressing down the strings to produce what seems to be a tune. I suck, to be perfectly frank -- but it's only been 48 hours since Practice 1. Also, every time something decent miraculously comes out of the chords I attempt, I reward myself with food - fattening ones, no less. So we can all predict my size by the time I become some hot shot guitarist now, can we.

2 -> 3 ->6 -> 4 -> 5 -> 4 -> 6 -> 4 -> 5

Berangan, Farah. Berangan.

Of Reproduction & Limn.

2009-04-03T20:35:00.009+08:00

Clearing up pictures from the phone.

#1 Um, how does one catch a 20:40am game?

#2 Cat sweat.

#3 This is suppose to be my testimonial for my stint in PDC. And when I got home, I saw. Farah Diyana By. Rozhan. Nice one guys.

#4 This is my baby sister Nurul who has verbal diarrhea.

#5 This is our resident poof that Facebooks. Like you.

#6 This is Yoda-wannabe balancing two marbles flawlessly.

#7 This was taken during the family trip to Sabah when Nurul was complaining the camera couldn't function. Turns out, she had put a Triple A battery in a Double A battery slot. Brilliant child.

#8 This is Baba, sleeping in the midst of allll the beauty Sabahan seas were offering him.

#9 Yo, Azreen.

#10 This would be just the perfect thing to drive around when I become an architect. Ar and all. This was taken somewhere in my neighborhood.

#11 Do you see a rainbow? That was what greeted me one fine morning to class :))

#12 I'm 21 and I still get faces on my breakfast. Not that I mind it.

#13 I'm also capable of popping a squash ball.

#14 That's a confused baby cat sucking on milk-less tits.

#15 The aforementioned confused cat.

#16 Her again.

#17 This was what I spotted when I stepped home one day. My cat on the couch, preening herself with a remote beside, no less. And she greeted me with a meow.

#18 The confused again in 'dasar berkecuali' mode.

#19 This is Baba's hobby. Ganking whatever he sees at every hotel he stays at. Technically, were set for life in the soap stance.

#20 This was taken during the journey back to Sungai Petani. Notice the brides name? Ok, I laughed.

#21 Fizan and his randomocity in class.

#22 OMG THIS IS THE SHIZNIT. PATRICK IN SPONGEBOB PANTS. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF.

#23 Okay, yes. I'm obsessed with my cats.

#24 Guess which is me?

#25 Came home after class one day seeing my toilet pieces not in the toilet ._. Spot the cat?

#26 Just accept my obsession, kthx.

#27 Thank you Azreen, tolong kupas udang.

#28 Haha, this just made me chuckle all the way to the photocopy shop.

#29 This actually gets you through some days.

Earth Gone By The Hour.

2009-03-28T13:43:00.003+08:00

Earth Hour.
Earth Hour.
Earth Hour.

Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day.

Earth Hour.
Valentine's Day.

You're essentially giving something/someone you "love" an extra nice treatment for a day to show you care. Aww, so sweet. One day filled with love and support then back to dull destructive days.

Folly baloney.

The whole point of the scheme is to let it be known that you're not doing enough for the earth. And we react by doing something for an hour? What's one hour of no internet, radio, light, refrigeration, air conditioning, going to do for the world in the long run, may I ask. Nothing. That measly one hour, it's like a joke to celebrate some sort of awakening we don't ultimately have.

The earth will still head on a downward spiral. Resources will run out, car companies will continue to postpone the sales of electric cars, the polar ice caps will still be melting.

It is more a trend than a realization, the way I view it. Malaysians are as good as dead fat salmons, following the current. We leap at any chance to be IN and never really comprehend the essence of things or our own actions.

Switching off electrical appliances for an hour. Signing banners of protest against war. Sure it charts your voice against what's happening. Then, what? Back to your cubicle, I suppose. All these fake, futile attempts of making a difference is getting really old. Because in this case, with this one-hour-effort, you can't save the severely damaged world. Nor can you change a person's mentality and thought process.

I may be wrong. Or anal. Or pessimistic about this. But let's see if the lights are off on the 29th and beyond.

Roger and out.

Page 78, Line 13.

2009-03-23T20:06:00.005+08:00

Giulia was in transports of delight.
- The Conformist, Alberto Moravia

What does your book say.

Of Deductions.

2009-03-20T14:42:00.004+08:00

I'm pretty certain the monotony I'm experiencing now will be the death of me. The only recent remotely interesting thing I've done with my life is eat noodles out of a huge salad bowl with tempura chopsticks and ladles with ultimately, no salad - besides getting all my 8 cats to purr like motorboats simultaneously and attempt an orchestra, with me as the maestro of course.

(Conclusion: Crazy cat lady in the making. And the humdrum situation makes me want to unravel the mystery of peanut butter and jelly)

I'm at work most days, if not classes because even if I choose to ape Eeyore and sleep in with a lethargic face plastered on, the renovation racket is as unbearable as D-sized boobs on Jean-Claude Van Damme in hawaian straw skirt. Makes me cringe, not to mention the possible migraine. And, the inevitable string of eye-twitching.

(Conclusion: Silent construction methods is to be a crucial research field. And, Jean-Claude Van Damme and boobs don't gel)

I cannot wait for life to get hectic again - and this, I'm not spewing in vain. I yearn for truckloads of stimulating assignments and paper cuts and long back-aching stressful nights. It's the only thing that gives me the certainty and assurance that I'm doing something with my life. Besides, I'm already getting slightly miffed that I have to answer, "I'm not taking studio classes this semester" everytime someone in HBP asks, "dah habis studio?" And boy, does everyone ask me that question!

(Conclusion: I want to be part of the herd like, NOW)

Reuben called last night out of the green. He, as opposed to the renovation drilling, provided my heart the much pined Ali Baba Mamak clamor. This variety of blare consigned comfort rather than, Jean-brand of disgust. Didn't compensate for my longing to be there but it was certainly quite the perfect ending to my monotonous data-filled apathetic day. It's really a nice feeling knowing people think of you.

(Conclusion: I need a bearded brit - Not that Reubs is a brit. But he is bearded.)