The Eclectic

First of all, panadol and coffee is not a good combination. Note.

Secondly, license does not translate into road-safe skills.

Truth be told, this is my study plan.

My Maths sucks but i need maths so i must study like hell.

My Chemistry is almost there so i need to practice like hell.

My Bio is like on the brink of awesomeness.. if i dun study hard, i’d be stupid lah cos its my life.. all e struggles in secondary school.. my appeal for bio.. lols.. my hardcore bio teacher who i wanted to prove so badly that i can DO bio.. my double Bs ALL point to success..

but time TIME TIME TIME i have not

and i might have to sacrifice my MLL

so if i do

i want to just say

that Mdm Noraidah, you are one power pack teacher!
That never in my life would i dream of taking Lit in MALAY…
That if i never get A, horh, please understand that ah, i need to do something sciency lols
that imagine its my H1…

I have to think realistically

pragmatically

and my brain

with all its sense

says

i

have

no

time

to pursue interests

I must save my future!!

Thanks to :

A. A. Dubois, Lyon

James Wee, Kuala Lumpur

Abdul Aziz Rahman, Istanbul

For all your sharing of experiences and if in one way or another, it has helped me make up my mind about the career i will choose. Thanks for all the well wishes and may we meet or correspond again.

Till then,

May you Prosper! : |

P.S.: Sorry for not publishing your works. By the time i opened my e-mail, they’d be outdated, hope you understand. : )

I always get bitter towards the end of Ramadan, come to think of it I am mostly bitter  *snare snare cymbols*

It’s not that I don’t love celebrating THE celebration. HAHA. wordplay. It’s just that I miss Ramadan.. I never know whether I’ll ever see it again. Oh please, stop complaining about my acquaintance with the concept of Death – it is that very concept that made Jobs successful. I cherish the thought that I didn’t have to wait for some popular-rich-ass (no offence Jobs, I love Pixar, the iPod and other Apple products) to know that it is divine. Same reason why I don’t celebrate my anniversaries of the day I saw Earth for the first time. Yeah, so I always get teary when the first Takbir is sounded.

Some people don’t understand the need to be soft APPROPRIATELY. This is appropriate. I would define the moment as humbling as I ponder over past mistakes and ask for forgiveness from God. It reminds me to be grateful that I have lived, that I have parents, a house to live in, food on the table and that thought will always cause a temporal summation of sadness as I imagine how the unfortunate celebrate this occasion. People in war torn nations, people who are tortured by poverty, people who have lost their loved ones or are far away from them.. I would think that it is appropriate, if not human to cry at this point.

Me sore? whatever…

And so I started my celebrations on the eve of the blessed day with the Tahlil at the mosque and Isyak prayers followed by Takbir. I let my voice flow throughout the mosque as I released the Takbir through the microphone as melodious as possible so I can touch as many hearts and spread the same feeling of gratefulness, empathy and sympathy. I shook hands with my brothers at the mosque, young and old, those who have read the Quran with me, those who have prayed alongside, my comrades who have achieved victory.

Victory, the very feeling shared by those who prayed the Aidilfitri prayers the next morning. I wasn’t so fortunate and had to kiss the dirty earth and not perfumed carpets, but i got to pray at least. Visiting started early as I had to get home by the evening to prepare for school the next day. Oh, and surprise surprise, as I got myself into my Aunt’s place at Bishan, I stared into the eyes of Pierre Png and Andrea de Cruz. Of course, I gave them the space that they needed by not pushing for an autograph or trying to converse but I think the silence may have been awkward and if it was, I apologize. My mom spoke with Mrs. Png though and shared stories I think.. I could only read lips. HAHA but what was funny was the “plan” made to introduce her receptionist to my single Uncle Farhan. Apparently, she danced alongside Taufik during the previous day’s performance telecasted on Suria.

Visiting offered me a chance to ask for forgiveness, lest my actions or words hurt or caused any trouble, even from those I have never met. I swallowed my pride and my burning hatred for mats and shook hands with my brothers in faith.

Today’s visiting had to be cut short as I would like to spend my last few lectures in school AWAKE but here I am HAHAHhaha..

To all muslims, I would like to wish an ‘Eid Mubarak. Minal Aidil Wal Faizin. Mohon Maaf Zahir Batin.

Comic Relief: Zah’s sms – “Mohon Maaf Zahirah dan Batin” Lols

My fellow humans, I am sure you are familiar with the recent melamine problem.

I wish to highlight certain points:

What is melamine?

It is an industrial compound that, when combined with formaldehyde, forms plastic. Formaldehyde, by the way, is used to preserve bodies.

Why melamine?

One molecule of melamine contains many nitrogen atoms. When certifying the amount of protein in a product, a test is done to test for the amount of nitrogen available in the product because proteins are nitrogen containing.

At this point, please try to digest the fact that these bastards put in this chemical to cheat us (since the products don’t actually contain the amount of protein in it anyway) and IN ADDITION they put our lives at risk!! Disgusting!

What makes this more disgusting?

Yahoo news report

“China knew about the contamination of milk products months ago but covered the scandal up to prevent it tarnishing the Beijing Olympics, according to journalists, rights groups and media critics…” click on the link to read more.

Here we were going, oh my god, China Olympics is sooooo niceee. woohhoo.. weehheeee..

Bloody Disgusting that people were muzzled.. pah.. read for yourself…

IT is so disgusting I couldnt even write this properly..