dah expired?

"Eh, dah expired lah," saya.

"Takpe, masih boleh makan," kawan saya.

Tahukah anda, jika sesuatu makanan itu sudah lepas tarikh luputnya, makanan itu masih boleh dimakan dan masih sedap? Malah, lebih sedap?

Kerana, kawan saya cakap, tarikh luput yang sebenar adalah seminggu selepas tarikh luput yang dicetak pada bungkusan makanan. Kawan saya memang suka buat fatwa sendiri.

Oleh itu, mengikut kawan saya lah, kalau anda mempunyai roti yang sudah tarikh luput (haha faham ke?), jangan terus buang roti itu. Sebaliknya rasa terlebih dahulu kerana kemungkinan untuk masih boleh dimakan adalah besar.

Kawan saya cakap lagi, kalau ubat yang sudah tarikh luput pun masih boleh dimakan. Cuma ubat itu menjadi kurang efektif. Pandai pandai je kawan saya ni. Saya tak percayalah.

"Tarikh yang dicetak itu hanyalah nombor semata mata," kawan saya. *

* tak boleh pakai punya nasihat.

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Sejak kebelakangan ni, saya selalu tidur lambat. Kalau tidur pun, dapat lah 3-4 jam. Semuanya sebab kuiz. Bayangkanlah, kuiz tu masuk bab yang belajar dari awal semester dulu. Banyak kot nak kena baca. Pergi kelas pun muka macam Zombie. Dalam kelas tak dapat nak fokus sangat.

"Mmm mnuh mmoh nnn mmm mnuh mmoh mmm. Understand?" pensyarah.

"Yesssss ... " saya.

Harap harap soalan peperiksaan akhir nanti adalah soalan soalan seperti :-

"1 + 1 = ?" , ataupun, "1 + ? = 3". 

Takpe lah kalau macam soalan tadika pun. Asalkan pelajar pelajar dapat jawab.

Tension tau tak cukup tidur. Tengah makan dengan kawan kawan pun boleh tiba tiba jadi takde mood. Rasa macam nak balik je. Kadang kadang apa kawan kawan tengah sembang pun tak faham.

"Mmm mnuh mmoh nnn mmm mnuh mmoh mmm. Okay?" kawan saya.

"Okayyy ... " saya.

Banyak sangat kuiz sampai semua orang jadi tak betul. Hari tu kawan bilik saya siap mimpi pasal anatomy lagi. Pasal reproductive system pulak tu. Tak betul, kan? Sebab dia tidur terus lepas baca nota anatomy. Bukan nak basuh kaki dulu.

Memang sangat tension. Dah lah bilik saya selalu kena serang dengan tebuan. Dekat luar tingkap bilik saya ni ada pokok yang ada sarang tebuan. Lepas tu malam malam dia datang bilik saya. Sebab sarang dia takde lampu kot. Bilik saya kan banyak lampu.

Tiap tiap hari berperang dengan tebuan. Nasib baik saya ada Shieldtox, boleh sembur dekat tebuan tu. Saya ingatkan Shieldtox boleh bunuh nyamuk dan semut je. Rupanya tebuan pun boleh jugak. Tapi lambat sikit lah. Hebat jugak Shieldtox ni, kan?

Itu baru tebuan. Belum cerita pasal monyet lagi. Blok saya dekat dengan tempat yang macam hutan (ke memang hutan?). Setiap hari monyet datang nak cari gaduh dekat blok ni. Tak tau apa masalah dia. Saya tak pernah lagi buka tingkap sebab takut monyet masuk. Nasib baik monyet tak kopakkan tingkap bilik saya.

Eh, sejak bila monyet pandai kopakkan tingkap?

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Oh, saya lupa nak cakap. Semester ni saya ambil subjek Bahasa Melayu. Masa peperiksaan nanti saya kena tulis karangan. Kalau saya tulis macam ni, berapa markah saya boleh dapat, ye? Saya malu lah kalau dapat markah rendah. Yelah, pensyarah Bahasa Melayu saya orang Cina tau. Saya kan orang Melayu. Mestilah saya malu.

Ini jadual peperiksaan saya:

23rd October

CCS 1011 K

29th October

PHM 1143 -- practical examination

31st October

UNGS 2030 K

1st November

PHM 1113 -- essay paper

2nd November

PHM 1143 -- essay paper

3rd November

PHM 1122 -- common OSPE

LM 2020 K 

4th November

PHM 1133 -- essay paper

6th November

PHM 1113 -- common MCQ

PHM 1133 -- common MCQ

PHM 1143 -- common MCQ

9th November

PHM 1153 -- essay paper

10th November

PHM 1122 -- essay paper

13th November

PHM 1122 -- common MCQ

PHM 1153 -- common MCQ

p/s 1 : Tulis Bahasa Melayu ni susah jugak sebenarnya. Sebab kalau saya salah eja komputer ni tak gariskan pun. Penat saya nak check satu satu.

p/s 2 : Eh, esok saya ada peperiksaan lah. Saya kena buat ulang kaji ni. Kalau tak esok saya nak jawab apa? Okay lah. Bye.

cheezy wedges

Well, I do not think people ever grow up.

Again, it is the society which makes us think we are who we are. In this case, being adults. Through my younger eyes, I used to think all the grown-ups I knew were sensible and knew better. But, I see something different during these days. It makes me wonder if our fears and insecurities ever leave us. With what I have been seeing, I do not think they will. 

And there seems to be this desperation and a greater yearning to be something they always wish they were, but somehow, could never be. And when they cannot do it, they push it on their kids. Hoping that the kids will carry the name for them, perhaps. And we all know how that will turn out. But that is something else to be discussed entirely.

A friend of mine once said (Allah blesses me with intelligent friend ^^), 

"Human beings are all layered. Like onions or the rungs of a tree."

When we woke up on our eleventh birthday, we expected to feel eleventh, but we did not. We still felt like a ten-year-old kid. Because we still were, just that it was underneath the year which made us eleven. It was strange that we opened our eyes and everything was just like yesterday. Only, it is today.

"What they do not understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that ... when you are eleven, you are also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one ...

... Some days, you might say something stupid -- that is the part of you which is still ten. May be some days, you might need to sit on your mom's lap because you are scared -- that is the part of you which is still five. And may be one day when you are all grown up, you will need to cry like you are still three, and that is okay ... "

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But, people are always afraid to be that three-year-old again. To cry on mom's lap or to be just completely content with an ice cream cone. Why do people afraid? Can't we simply be, if that's who we are? Can't we strip the layers sometimes?

At every moment in our lives, in every new year, people are too busy working at the current layer. They want to fit the age of 20 (or 21), but we know we can never really get rid of the previous layers. It is something which is always there for us to build on. And we have to build it, so that we can get ready for the next.

I think this is really profound. :)

Maybe people grow a little more complicated in the process. But I often think our complexities, like everything else, is a juxtaposition because it can always be solved by something so simple. Yet, these simple things are always the hardest to do.

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Anyway, here are some points mom taught me on how to be a good parent. Motive of sharing this? No motive at all.

[Note: Points are viewed from the way my brain processed the information. Not the way mom expressed it.]

1). Never have favourites. Even if your second son is tall, dark, handsome, and doing just good academically. While your first one is a social recluse whose favourite activity is administering local anaesthesia, specky, and all nerdy. Love them just equal.


2). Everything your child does is gold. Make them believe they are the best in whatever they do. Whether it is in the academic performance, art performance, or in sports. Because it feels really good to know your mom would always be there to cheer you up.


3). The best excuse for everything you do (or get caught doing) is, "I am your mom. I know better."


4). Always be honest to your child. If the truth hurts, a lie is worse.


5). There is nothing you cannot talk about. Everything can be discussed open-mindedly.


I think my mom is cool. And so is my brain! Haha. :)

p/s 1 : I just made up the title and put the yummy picture so that this post will end up confusing all the Muggles. Are you okay with that, Prongs? Hehe.

p/s 2 : Anyway, in case if you are wondering who this Prongs is ... Prongs is actually a person who always makes my heart beats faster. Haha. Prongs! See, I even mention about you here!

p/s 3 : I am in an extremely happy mood now. Because ... I am going home this weekend! Yeay2! Best kan? Sape nak ikut jom la. Hehe. Jom Prongs :)

p/s 4 : Oh, colour hijau ni TAK cantik kan? Just asking.

15 y/o kids only

Hey you freaked-out PMR candidates. I have something to say:

"PMR IS E.A.S.Y. !!!"

Chill out. It is so easy, do not make it complicated to yourself.

Haha.

Great, now I am laughing without reason. :/

Okay kids, pray hard. FAITH in ALLAH is an act you will never regret. :)

BEST OF LUCK!

Ouch. I am so sisterly-figured. Am I not? 

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letter #1

Dear Today,


I don't know where you are headed.


And I don't have all the answers. And everything I thought I knew or I wanted is crumbling. And you are proving me wrong about everything I used to be so sure. And still there are so many unanswered questions in my head ...


For the first time, somehow ...


... this feels absolutely okay.


I don't need to know the answers. Or where this road is headed to take one step at a time. I am not rushing ahead. Instead, I want to take every step slowly, deliberately, and carefully. Soaking up whatever in front of me as I go.


Yeah, not knowing means anything could happen. Anything really could happen. But, being at this moment right now, I don't think I want to know. I would rather be surprised. :)


aisyah.

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