letter #2

Dear Nabihah,

You have graduated from high school. Congratulations and welcome to the club! Soon, you will see things you can only imagine, will experience things you never think you could, and will go through things that might seem so big right now. No matter whatever comes in the future, do not ever give up. Do not worry for Allah will be the strength and will lead your way.

As you reach my age, you will realize that exams are just exams. Mom and dad will make a big deal out of it, but do not let it intimidate you. Grades in exams are just alphabets. Grades are not that important. What's more important is the attitude you take towards learning, the lessons you can take, and the knowledge you can gain. You can always aim to score in exams, of course. But that is not the ultimate purpose of learning.

I can honestly tell you that the road will suddenly take a bumpy turn. At times, you will realize that you cannot always maintain the perfect result. Or may be you can. But what I am trying to emphasize here is, to be a perfectionist is not always the best policy. You will realize every adult, every hero you can think of still makes mistakes, still messes up. Because we are all human after all. To err is human, isn't it?

College will be life challenging. Trust me, you will not like it a bit. But the people you meet there will make it all better. You will meet genius friends and amazing lecturers. They are interesting. Oh! And sometimes, you will be tempted to lie mom and dad or to sneak out. DO NOT. Because it is not worth it. I have seen friends who practiced these and I think it is not a good start of becoming an adult.

Once you enroll the college, first thing you have to watch out is, who you want to make friends, because people you are always mingling with will shape your attitude in a way or another. From observations and experimentations, it is concluded that, your close friends during your first year of studies will remain until you graduate. So, be careful. You do not want to stuck between those who will harm your mentality, do you?

As for the boys in your life. Haha. Exactly, what boys? Please do not get too involved with anyone. You will encounter some not so cool guys, some cheaters, some sweet talkers, etc etc. So I repeat, do not get your feeling too involved, unless you want to get hurt. And some may ask for your hand as soon as you turn 18. Haha. I do not know what they have in mind. It is way too early for daddy's girls like us, right? Just ... yeah, be careful with them.

I would like to say, I love the way you do not follow peer pressure. I love the fact that you guard yourself from all the indecent behaviours which the girls nowadays do. You know, all the fashions, the hang outs till wee hour, the regular loitering in town, the regular visits to cinemas. I am glad you have that barrier which prevents you from following and doing such things. I am proud of that. :)

Dear, trust yourself. Do not ever doubt the God given abilities. The world is a cruel place. Know that, following Allah's commandments is the only way to live happily. Once you get that right, everything else will just click into place. And knowledge is really important to survive in this cruel world. -quote- Therefore, you have to equip yourself with as much knowledge as possible. 

So, wish you a very big fat yet hug-able LUCK! (^.^) 

aisyah.

p/s 1: I've completed the quotas for this year! :)


p/s 2: See you in 2011, insyaAllah.

feels like this

A dream in a dream in a dream. 

That is what life feels right now. 

Everything feels surreals. 

Everything feels almost movie-like.

Final exam, and everything it brought with it, was the first dream.

Last day of exam, five hour ride to home, going to grandma place, seeing the most breath-taking view of the village and the huge green paddy field bordered by blue horizontal line of the sky at the edge of the land. That was the second dream.

The third dream, was actually the sorrow and dark feeling of saying goodbye. To be honest, it does not really feel like I was leaving for Kuantan. It feels like I was about to go away to one of those refugee camps in a faraway land.

I already felt sad the moment our car moved away from the house. It was even more sad when I had to say goodbye to my sister at her school. And the feeling became much more unbearable when it was time to bid goodbye to everybody.

This morning, I woke up and realized, here I am, in a real solid room of my friend on campus. The feeling is as familiar as it usually was. But I can feel that I miss home much more than before -- because of all those dreams, I suppose.

It is not an interesting feeling.

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A month of holiday.

Update #1.

My computer was broken and was sent to the workshop last week. The most frustrating part was, I lost all the folders (which worth a whole 3 years of hardworking works) I saved in the computer. Frust. Taknaksaveapaapadalamlaptoplagi! -tantrums-

Update #2.

I visited Melaka Maju 2010. We went to the planetarium there. It was so unbelievable that the tricks in the theater also worked on a mature girl like me. I mean, I could understand if it worked on my seven-year-old brother. But, on me? -shakes head-

I had to keep on telling myself that it was not me, nor did the theater, which was moving. For heaven's sake, that was just the motion-picture tried to fool us (I mean, me). Other than that, the planetarium in Melaka was not really an interesting place for uh ... ehem ... mature girl.

Update #3.

I baked my own cake. That is how it goes with me -- every once in a while, I crave something a little more technical, something I can give myself a big pat on the back. Now, I am pleased to report, dad pronounced it as the best chocolate cake baked by an amateur (?). And this man is known not to have any fondness to any kind of hyperbole. Nakbuatcaketiaptiapharilahmacamni. -happy-

Update #4.

Done reading all the pending novels. But I save the best one to be read later. Save the best for last, ain't it? Done reading one of Amr Khalid's books too. And still on my way finishing Men Around the Messenger -- the first chapter I read was the chapter about Mus'ab bin Umair. It was irresistible.  

Update #5.

I went to my cousin's wedding reception in JB. Dear Shahril, I have something to say on behalf of all the other cousins: Cepat lah dapat baby! Haha. Oh, and I met someone annoying there! I will save the story for another full-long-entry. Be patient, all right? (bajet ada orang nak baca je)

Update #6.

Girl 1 :

Life is unfair. :(

Me :

Why? *concerned face*

Girl 1 :

Everybody who stays under the same roof with mom can grow fat. What does she feed you?

Me :

Nothing special. Really.

Girl 1 :

Owh really? But you have gained a few pounds, do you realize that?

Me :

Huh?

Girl 1 :

Yeah, I was not lying. *very straight face*

Mom :

Don't make that face.

Me :

What? I am not making face.

Mom :

Oh. You look like ... hmm ... something. *giggles*

Me :

Like what?

Mom :

Chipmunks. *giggles giggles giggles*

Me :

Yeah. I know I am that cute. What can I say ...

Mom :

I'm not comparing the cuteness. I'm talking about the size of your cheeks.

So, yeah ... I think I have gained a few pounds (if not a few kgs).

End of updates.

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And life at this moment also feels like this. Hmm ... how should I say this? Well ... have you ever had the feel of constantly thinking of some people? And they are constantly, without fail, being in your mind? You miss them even when you are talking to them on the phone. And you miss them even more when you said bye a second ago. I feel that now.

*sigh*

I am sick.

beauty of math

1 x 8 + 1 = 9

12 x 8 + 2 = 98

123 x 8 + 3 = 987

1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876

12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765

123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654

1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543

12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432

123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

1 x 9 + 2 = 11

12 x 9 + 3 = 111

123 x 9 + 4 = 1111

1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111

12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111

123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111

1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111

12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111

123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111

9 x 9 + 7 = 88

98 x 9 + 6 = 888

987 x 9 + 5 = 8888

9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888

98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888

987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888

9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888

98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888

Brilliant isn't it?

And look at this symmetry:

1 x 1 = 1

11 x 11 = 121

111 x 111 = 12321

1111 x 1111 = 1234321

11111 x 11111 = 123454321

111111 x 111111 = 12345654321

1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321

11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321

111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321

Now, take a look at this ...

101%

From a strictly mathematical view point:

What equals 100%?

Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?

We have all been in situations where someone wants us to

GIVE OVER 100%.

How about ACHIEVING 101%?

 What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help to answer these questions.

If:

A B C D E F G H I K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

If:

H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K

8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and:

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E

11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

but:

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E

1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

Then, look how far the love of God will take you.

L-O-V-E-O-F-G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude from mathematical certainty that:

While HARD WORK and KNOWLEDGE will get you close,

and ATTITUDE will get you there,

it's the LOVE OF GOD that will put you over the top!

taken from :  CTS 081

-- Nice one, isn't it?

-- Okay, that's all for an update. Have a nice day! :)

p/s 1 : 

I miss friends from the college. I don't miss the college, though.

p/s 2 : 

The result was out last Monday. But I don't have the slightest guts to check it. Will check that night before the first day of new semester.

p/s 3 :

Oh, have you seen Inspira on road? I haven't seen any. And I wonder why.

reminisce

When I was 10 years old (zaman budak budak sekolah rendah), I was very close with my classroom teacher. And so were my classmates. My gang consisted of 5-6 people who always sticked together in the class. We were among the loudest in the class. (But from standard six and afterwards, I was not that loud anymore. Yeke? Confused.)


On this particular day, my school had a programme going on. All the standard four classes (if I am not mistaken) were to figure out a play to perform for Hari Sketsa. So all the classes were busy thinking of the play, actors, dialogs, and even the costumes. And we had to perform in front of the whole school. Wow!


Our class members and the classroom teacher, Encik Halim, decided to make a play about Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat. Everyone was so excited. The actors for Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat had been picked. And so were the Sultan, the Menteris, and all the pengawal istanas. 


We, then, had to pick two girls for the dayangs part. My closest friend at that time was pointed as the first dayang. Our gang were too excited and we kept teasing her, "Hahahahaha. Wani jadi dayang! Hahahahaha." When suddenly ...


En. Halim :
Okay, dayang lagi sorang ... awak!
Loud me :
Hahaha. Anna jadi dayang jugak. Hahaha. (Anna was in the gang too)
En. Halim :
Saya tunjuk awak la Aisyah. Bukan orang belakang awak.


Everybody laughed at me. At that time, I went blurred for a while, then I thought, "Me acting? In front of the whole school? ... ... ... Taknaaakkk! ---" Haha. Tu lah. Gelak kat orang lagi. Moral of the story is, do not laugh at other people (tiba tiba je bagi moral value).


But the play was fun. It actually made me famous. The whole school, even the teachers and the seniors, started calling me dayang. Perlu ke bagitau? Hehe. Tapi tak heran pun jadi famous sebenarnya. Eh, perlu ke bagi statement ni? LOL LMAO ROFL. I still remember one of the dialogs ...


"Kekanda, ini airnya."


... ... ... PENGSAN SEKARANG JUGAK.




Funny. I kind of going back across the time upon being reminded by mom yesterday. If you notice this drama on TV3, Putera Katak, we were watching that one yesterday. Each time that frog appeared on the screen with his dialogs which sound something like, "Adinda, kekanda sangat rindukan adinda bla bla bla ... " I would grumble in a way that I want other people hear what I said.

Shy me :

Yewww. Gross.

Shy me :

Please. That was disgusting.

Shy me :

Uwekkk.

Mom :

Hey. Don't say anything like that again. You were also acting like that once, remember? On the Sketsa Day?

Shy me :

Mom! Please don't bring that on. *terus lari masuk bilik*

Everyone laughed at me. Again. Haih.


God. I think I miss my primary school days. When I was in standard three, I joined a singing performance. The girls wore gowns, while the boy wore smart shirt with the vest and all that, and we sang Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie. And I joined a story telling competition, too. And choral speaking. And public speaking. Haha. Best. Best. :)


Back then, I was quite committed to school activities, and get involved in almost everything. Now? Harapan. Haha.

p/s 1 :

excited. pulun tulis entry pasal Hari Sketsa.

p/s 2 :

lambat lagi Nabihah nak abes exam la. haih. oh, hari ni dia ada paper add math. malam tadi dia bising bising cakap nervous.

p/s 3 :

I won't go home without you~ tiba tiba. haha.