overdue

Tagged by : Zaty.


Zaty, I want do your homework, but in one condition. I don't want to follow the format. Yeah, I want to screw the rules. And bend them like straws. Haha. What I am going to do is to reveal my A to Z random facts. May I? Never mind. I am doing it anyway.

A -- ADDRESS. I prefer to be addressed by name. ONLY.

B -- BREAKFAST. Milk plus honey plus oat. Yes, it is as healthy as it sounds.

C -- CRUSH. AIMAN. And Aiman alone.

by the way, this is Aiman. Handsome, right? :)

D -- DREAM. Mine is so far-fetched. *sigh*

E -- EXPRESSION. I like making weird faces.

F -- FORMALITY. I can be very casual, but can be very formal as well.

G -- GIANT. Giant is a hypermarket my family goes to. Like, seriously?

H -- HEIGHT. 15* cm. What? I am not short, okay!

I -- INTENSE DISLIKE. I (almost) never hate people. I just ignore and avoid.

J -- JAPAN. I want to fly to Japan and go shopping there.

K -- KOREA. And I want to fly to Korea, too. With the same reason as above.

L -- LAUGH. I love being around people who can make me laugh.

M -- MMM. And yes, I love being around people who I can make them laugh too.

N -- NICKNAME. People call me differently. Even in the family.

O -- OWNER OF. I don't own a single valuable asset. Don't rob me. It worth nothing.

P -- PERSON. I am exactly NOT the nicest person in the world. Of course.

Q -- QUIZ. Is not a game. Nor it is an exam. 

R -- REBEL. I can get very very very rebellious -- thus, turn to point P.

S -- SOMETIMES. I LIKE TO WRITE LIKE THIS. Andsometimeslikethistoo. Hehe.

T -- TERRIFIED. I used to be so terrified of clowns!

U -- UNIVERSE. Family and close friends mean the universe [read: world] to me.

V -- VEGETABLES. Fresh, green, and healthy. 

W -- WATCH. I am a girl. I have more than one watch and they are pretty.

X -- XENOTRANSPLANT. I know what this word means. Berlagak tak? Haha.

Y -- YOUNG. When I was younger, I really want to marry a pilot. Awww. Haha.

Z -- ZZZ. I do not prefer to sleep with unsettled issues on mind.

Spell your name without vowels.

S R H T N C R D (guess what is my name? Haha).

Your favourite number.

3 and 7.

Your favourite lesson in school.

I did not have any favourite. I love all of them just equal. -white lie-

Colour you wear most.

Black, white, blue, green. Mostly black.

Radio station you listen to.

I am not listening to the radio. What is it like?

Are you happy with your life right now?

I am trying to feel absolutely happy with it.

Are you a happy person?

I don't know.

Are you an outgoing person?

Nope. Isn't that obvious?

Who is your bestfriend?

I love it most when my friend said she feels at home being in my room. As if she is trying to say she feels comfortable to be with me. Okay tak menjawab soalan. MINUS ONE MARK.

When do you start back at school / college?
I don't get the question. NEXT.

Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?
Gosh! Is there anyone capable of doing that?

Can you whistle?
By using a whistle? Of course, my dear.

Can you walk with your toes curled?
Only weirdo can.

Do you believe in miracles?
Yes. Why not?

Do you believe in magic?
As in blackmagic? Yes, I believe they are NOT real.

Do you believe love at the first sight?
Surprisingly ... YES. Haha.

Do you know how to swim?
Nope. Why? Is that important?

Do you like roller coaster?

It depends.

What is the temperature outside?

According to my friend's phone, it is 32 degree centrigrade.

What was the last restaurant you ate at?

Disregard fastfood outlets, it was SANTAI.

What was the last thing you bought?

I shop most of the time, how should I know? Haha.

What was the last thing you watched on TV?

I know I watched something during the holiday, but I can't recall.

Who was the last person you said 'I love you' to?

Scofield -- my computer. Yeah, I give name to my computer (copying what Prongs did. Hehe)

What is your current hair colour?

What is my current ... what? I don't get you.

What are you currently wearing ... ?

1). Shirt -- 

Black Be Girl t-shirt.

2). Pants -- 

Black tracksuit.

3). Shoes -- 

Not wearing any.

4). Necklace -- 

Tak boleh cakap, nanti my dad marah. Hehe.

Have you ever been on a plane?

Yes.

Have you ever asked someone out?

Yes.

Have you ever been asked out by someone?

Yes. Almost all the times.

Have you ever been in the ocean?

Yes.

Have you ever painted your nails?

Nope.

Have you ever been in jail?

GOD! NO!

Have you ever laughed so hard until you cried?

Yes.

Have you ever cried in school?

Haha. Of course.

Have you ever done something really stupid?

Something stupid -- always. Really stupid -- hardly.

Have you ever seen a dead body?

A cadaver during Anatomy practical sessions.

Pepsi or Coke?

None.

Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate.

Strawberries or blueberries?

Blueberries.

Meat or veggies?

Veggies.

TV or movie?

Is there any difference? Hmm ...

Guitar or drum?

Neither nor.

Adidad or Nike?

Bubblegummers?

One random thing about yourself?

I am really NOT a multi-tasker. Which means, when I was struggling on this post, I abandoned all the lecture notes and text books. Padahal ada banyak quiz minggu ni. TAK SENONOH kan?

Tag, YOU are at it!


p/s :
Cafe owner, I will do your homework later. Okay? Don't deduct my mark. Please~

of today

So, before I forget, Happy Malidur Rasul everyone! :) 

Today is our beloved Prophet's birthday. I remembered when I was in junior high school, one of my friends said that the whole thing about Maulidur Rasul is bid'ah since the Prophet (pbuh) himself never celebrated on such day. I went home and told mom the whole story, to which mom said:

"It's true. It's actually bid'ah, but bid'ah hasanah. This celebration never existed until a few years after the Prophet (pbuh) had passed away because people were starting to forget him."

Thus, today is not actually about celebrating his birthday and whatnot. It is actually the day to remind us of him and all the things he had passed to us. To which I think on such day, we should not be hanging out, enjoying ourselves, laughing, and forgetting the world just because it is holiday. We should be at home with our families (or at the hostel with friends), remember what we should remember and talk what we should talk about.

I remember the time when my family and I were at the mosque with many other Muslims. We had just finished performing solat sunat Hari Raya, and after that the imam told an ironically beautiful story about Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) which I believe had touched so many hearts.

"After the wars and the shedding blood, Islam finally won. So everyone gathered up to celebrate the victory. The Prophet (pbuh) said to his faithful men with a smile on his face, "My job is done, we have won." Everyone cheered, except for Abu Bakar who was looking rather sad in the crowd. He knew what the Prophet (pbuh) said also meant that his purpose for Islam has completed, and that the world would not be needing him anymore -- that his time is up. It's even sadder that the Prophet (pbuh) was also aware of that. And yet, there he was, smiling sincerely without feeling a burden."

The imam started to cry. And so did many of the jemaah.

If during the other days in the whole year we are too busy to remember him, then why not we remember him today? I know this is kind of late. But ... yeah, well ... you know what I mean.


Okay, that's all for tonight. Bye. :)




p/s 1 :
Oh. It's already 10 past 12! So, when I said today, I mean, yesterday.

who am I?

I am X and who am I is a blank. I am no King in any trade, I am a Jack. You see, people like me have their hands in almost everything, and they are not really bad at it, but they are not the best either. People like me wish to be the King. We start with strong ambitions, strong determination, get to it, struggle, get up to reach may be at best, second. Or third.


But, I am sick of being a Jack. And I am sick of trying to be a King. I am sick of living my life, trying to be like someone else, trying to fit in, trying to chase after something which I have to struggle with. Thinking that, 'If I am like that, people will like me because I am different.' I am sick of chasing the King. I am who I am. And who I am is up to me.


I am not able to write stories, to come up with poems. I cannot string words into a perfect sentence and I cannot perfectly compose my feelings into paragraph. I lack the creativity to create perfect stories. I cannot capture the audience with my words. I can, however, write an understandable essay. Sometimes I tend to swallow my words, but I believe they are still audible.


I have ambitions. I have goals. I want something in life and I will do almost anything to get it. I am a strategist. I can play nice or mean. I am able to work extra hard to achieve that one goal. I am, however, not able to neglect the other sides of my life. I cannot ignore the roadblocks. I cannot act tough and say I am okay when things are not. I am not able to hold my tears and not act on emotions when it gets too hard.


I am not a domestic goddess. I cannot sew. I cannot recognize fishes by names. I cannot tell the differences between two types of potato. And I certainly cannot cook without messing up the kitchen. However, I can sew button. I can fix a tear. I can boil rice and water. I can cook instant food. I can fry egg, fish, and chicken. I can make sure everything is in order. And I certainly can arrange the books nicely.


I like dark and twisted, but I am not an emo. I love rainbow and sunshines, but I am not a cheerleader. I enjoy a good cry, but I am not that too sensitive. I can empathize with something, but I am not that warm-hearted. I like asking for help when I know the other party is willing to lend a hand, but I am not obsessive compulsive. I like everything to be perfect, but I am not a perfectionist.


I love talking among friends and I love making speeches. I love saying my opinions and I love to be heard. I love being able to hold an intellectual conversation and I love debating over an issue. However, I cannot make a small talk easily. I cannot get perfect topics. I cannot make people feel comfortable talking to me. I cannot make they feel like I love them. I cannot help but feel a little bit awkward.


I love discussing books and movies. I love how I know who wrote what. I love being sarcastic. I love the catty side of me. I, however, cannot have a depth conversation about books. I cannot tell why I think that book is better than the other one. I cannot really quote something from the book, which my friends always can. I cannot come up with sarcasm on the spot all the time.


I am not a math genius. I am not a physics pro. I am not an economic whizz. I am not excellent in pharmaco, neither am I in biochem nor microb. I do not really enjoy any part of chemistry subject, be it organic, analytical, or physical. But I am able to count the percentage of racemic mixture and tell what compound is more than what. I know the law of gravity and why it is so important. I may not be the next Einstein, neither am I the next Markovnikov. But I certainly want to make a name for myself.


I love biology related subjects. I love all the subjects under the Basic Medical Sciences Department. I am enthusiast to do all the practicals. But I do not like mice, especially not the smell. I do not like bacteria either. I enjoy doing practicals in microb lab except for the observation under the microscope part. I enjoy administering the mice with different routes of drugs administration, but I certainly will not touch them alive (and active). 


I am who I am, and whoever I choose to be. I am everything. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I cannot change the fact that I am not good at one thing. I cannot be one of the boys, neither can I be one of the girls. I cannot discuss fashions and make-ups, neither that I enjoy the game of football. I love playing computer games, but there are some which I hate for sure.  


I cannot change the fact that I sometimes need a nudge, a compliment or two to feel secure. I cannot change the fact that I cannot take being dictatored too. I love to have democracy, a chance to speak out, a voice to be heard, a force to be reckoned with. I cannot help it if I am a little rebellious, and sometimes break the rules.


You see, people like me sometimes find it hard to fit in because the world loves the Kings, and people like us become just like everybody else. Not that it is a bad thing, but you see, being a Jack means we are just equally as good. Our competent-ness comes out, our determination and ambitious nature get the best out of us, but when we are like just everybody else, it sometimes irritates us.


However today, I am making a stand, I am embracing my true nature. I am X and I am a Jack. I love it. :) 

Cause you are amazing 

Just the way you are.

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

Cause girl you are amazing

Just the way you are.


hehe. :) :) :)

weekdays blues

Today, I finished my late-in-the-evening class at 6.30 pm. I was planning to write something tonight but I got caught up with other business. An important one. (Phew. Isn't that interesting?). Now, I did not think I could proceed my mission, because I am so tired and sleepy.

Yawn.

Yawnnn.

Yawwwnnn.

Anyhow, when I reached my room after class just now, I was so hungry, exhausted, sleepy, and ... looked ugly as well. Yeah, I have to admit that. I am ugly *silent breakdown*. Okay, enough of the drama! I am not that ugly lah. Self-esteem is very important. (Tiba tiba je cakap pasal self-esteem.)

I think, I am starting to age prematurely. The reason is, I slept at 10 pm last night, and still, I managed to be late for class this morning. How awesome is that? My defense is, I was trapped in front of the computer this morning -- trying to find the answers for yesterday's homework. Yeah, I just googled the answers (BINGO!). Googling for the answers normally takes me about 30 minutes. Today, it took me more than twice of that time.


I went out from my room exactly 15 minutes before the class started. Imagine how fast I had to walk to make sure I could safely be seated in the class before the lecturer came. (Saya jalan super laju tau. Sampai class, tengok tengok orang tak penuh pun lagi. Cis!). And amazingly, my attention span today had been cut short too. I mean, shorter than usual -- which is already short. (Cakap apa ni? Macam *****g lah. Oops.)


And so, I have drawn a conclusion. Well. A couple of them.

(1).

I should not sleep later than 12 o'clock, even during the weekend. Because my sanity for the whole week depends on my sleeping pattern on Sunday night.

(2).

Constant interaction with the computer is bad. Really bad. Especially in the morning before class when the internet connection is superb.

(3).

Procrastination is bad. Oh wait. Is it good?

(4).

Rain -- as well as cold weather -- is very much a factor for my inability to stay out of bed after 6.30 am. Now you want to blame the weather?

(5).

Milk early in the morning is a must. In fact, milk at least once a day is must.

Okay. There are more than just a couple.






p/s : Hebat tak weekdays blues? Orang lain paling hebat pun Monday blues je. Haha.