Good Morning Sir. This way please.
And those words make up my "script" for the next three days, being ushers for the media as well as student-guests. I conveyed my willingness to be interviewed and be photographed (check:media whore!) to the teacher-in-charge, who in turn gave me a raised eyebrow as if to say
"Would they even ask you, in the first place? You're just an usherer. NOT a participant."An usherer is important, orkay?! If lets say i were to direct the media people to sit at the last row, then they wouldnt be able to take nice photos of the tons of Ministers and VVIPs, and therefore the programme won't get the media coverage. OR if lets say i were to direct the student-guests to sit on Mr Tharman's seat, then there would be confusion, as Mr Tharman would then have to sit in between students who WILL drool during the long and boring talk, instead of sitting in between other Ministers (who will sleep too, just that they don't drool and have mastered the art of sleeping with eyes wide open). I rest my case. USHERERS ARE IMPORTANT!
Look at how humongous that lecture theatre is. Without us usherers, chaos can erupt if everyone rushes to take the seats at the back (typical student behaviour). Trampling over bodies will follow suit and blood will be shed. That will be horrible for such a formal event wouldnt it (especially with the media, ushered to the last row, taking such close ups of violent and gore between students)?
Oh crap i'm rambling nonsense. hahaha.Before and after the event, i met up with the other half to have our breakfast and dinner (respectively). That Bart Simpson of mine just got two phones, the 8910i as well as the Panasonic X800. At the rate he's going, buying and selling his phones, i predict he will make at least 100 bucks in profit every week. *drools*
To end this entry, i'd like to quote from Kinky:
"Sometimes you shouldn't give people expensive things. Not as if you expect something back in return. But sometimes you put in so much effort and when you do get something back in return, you wished you hadn't put in so much effort."
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 9:56 PM
Friendster - begone!
It had been more then 3 days since i last logged into friendster. Was happy to be greeted with 2 new msgs, a testimonial and a friend request. But alas, friendster just haaaad to screw my happiness by loading each page at such a crawling rate. BAH. Yeah yeah. You can see i'm bored.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 8:44 PM
The other half.
"Faddy, are you ok?"
"Erm. Yah. Why not?"
"Stop faking it lah. I can sense even when you're feeling a little upset."
"Haha. Lamer. I really am ok." (Laughs)
Silence.
"Faddy. Please tell me. I'm worried about you."
"But i really AM ok."
"No you're not. I can sense it."
"Ok fine... Its just that bla bla bla..."
It is in times like these that i think he is the only one who understands me inside out *smiles* It's less then 30 days to our 1 year anniversary. We had our fair shares of ups and downs, but i have to say we're still going on strong. Thanks God for lending him to me, and i pray that we'll last till the end of time (and even after that). Amin Amin Ya Rabbala'lamin.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 6:57 PM
Forgive and forget.
Khatulistiwa was great, i suppose. Though dozens of technical errors marred it a quite a bit. I personally enjoyed
Catholic High Hai Sing Catholic's, Temasek Poly's (Go Irfan!) and Serangoon JC's performances (as well as some others which i have forgotten). Somehow, Peah and i agreed that we preferred Guys' Dikir rather then Girls'. Do not be mistaken; lack of eye candy did not play a part in this decision. It was some... I don't know. Something is always missing in the girls' performances. Oh well.
Fara had to leave during the half-time break as her other half had been waiting outside for her so that they could go out together. I then retreated back into the auditorium and sat with Peah. The guys surrounding us were rowdy and rude. I hate sitting around audiences like them. They were like screaming dozens of nonsensical bullshit which contradicts the fact that we're in a MALAY SENI event.
I spotted Kinky during both her dance sets. That girl can dance bebeh. Haha. I spotted her outside too but saw that she was too busy mingling and hugging her mates so i didn't approach her. Sorry eh beb? hehe.
Something had to happen in the middle of the day, and kinda tainted the happy mood i was in. I'd rather not elaborate on it, as we've forgiven each other, and i should just move on and forget it (with lessons learnt of course).
The night was spent eating Satay and Mee Hoon goreng with the other half by the river, as well as snatching the Haagen Daz ice-cream away from each other. I've learnt that if i were to buy ice-cream, i should always get a separate one for him, as he's such a glutton when it comes to delicious ice-cream. Hmph! Practically had to pry the cone away from his fingers just to get a few mouthfuls of Chocolate Cookie and Belgian Chocolate. He was a sweetie at the end though, giving me 1/2 of the cone and the Belgian Chocolate. Yum yum. *smiles*
I am very tired. My butt hurts from the hours sitting in the cold auditorium (Thank GOD for cushioned chairs). My feet hurt from the walking by the river. And my head is throbbing as i thing i wore the
tudung too tightly. hahaha. Goodnight then.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 11:01 PM
Happy Birthdays.
I'm so caught up in saving money for a certain something that i've (regretfully) not bought any presents for my friends and family whose birthdays fall on the month of May and June. Like for instance, i had not given Meliza, Dana, DAD as well as my dearest brother Fauzi (who turns 14 today) any pressies. I'm evil. They should make we wear a dunce hat, sit in the corner of a classroom wearing a signboard which says "Birthday Betrayer". Bluekh. I apologise, I sincerely do.
I've been sapped from all my energy. Its like a
penoreh getah has finished sapping all the
getah in the tree and now im limp and empty. Thus the reason to why i've been uploading small teeny-weeny blog entries. I apologise.
This entry should be named "Apologies". haha.Let's see. A huuuuuuge drama had unfolded in JJC. So after yesterday, i
thought it would draw to a close (although the scar can never be erased). But now something totally new has came up. Hahaha. Oh and for the record, please do NOT make assumptions. This has NOTHING to do with the first drama. Nanana. I'm still confused over everything.
I miss
that-girl-with-a-fossil-watch-and-vans-shoes. I miss talking and laughing with her. I miss her disturbing me in class, and the uncomfortable silence that hovers around us really disturbs me. I miss that
"Cacat cacat cacat" taunting from her which i sometimes find irritating. I miss the punkgigsmusic talks. I miss the talks we had in the canteen and stuff. I miss her. I sincerely do. But circumstances... Sigh. If she had learnt her lesson last year, and had not resorted to such means, then perhaps we'd still be
lepaking at the canteen together. *sighs*
For the past few days i've been treating the other half rather badly. I'd suddenly be petty about a small thing and vent it all on him. I'm sorry dear. I really am. I promise i'll treat you better k?
Oh and for the record, i don't have a "holiday" for the next month. Day after day i have lessons and CIPs to complete. ARGH! All plans cancelled! Cancelled!
Middle finger salutations Curses to education in Singapore!P.S. Khatulistiwa tomorrow with Fara and Pe'ah! Yay!
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 11:08 PM
I just want to close these eyes.
I am so tired. So very much tired. I feel like closing these eyes and flying away to Neverneverland.
Highlights of today.Ady scared me with a police phone call hoax. Lets just say, i was panicking so much and
saying so much stuff cursing him so much that all the good deeds ive done today and yesterday are erased.
And i don't understand mom's criticism of my taking up of the Arts; as in theatre, drama, choir, or even dance. Sometimes i hate the fact that she's so conservative. No, make that i DO NOT like the fact that she's so conservative. These are what im passionate about, but noooo, i can't do it. Irritating.
I am so in love.
Goodnight.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 7:45 PM
Something equivalent to Heaven.
- Economics. Fill up tables on page 7 - 10.
- Economics. Read up and understand page 63 - 83.
- Economics. Essay Outline Qn 2 of Tutorial.- Economics. Essays 1a and 1b. (To be graded)
- History. Complete essay on the Southeast Asia's colonization.
- History. Whole portion of Southeast Asia to be studied. Test on Tuesday.- History. Whole portion of Causes of French Revolution and the reason as to why it became radical to be studied. Test next week.
- Malay. Read up the short stories selected in Angin Dari Gunung.
- Maths. Complete Tutorial 6 Qn1.
- Maths. Transfer foldscap notes onto Class notes.
- Project Work. Complete the questions for survey.I feel soooo happy. Haha. Thats like so much burden off my chest. I'll do the Econs graded essays next week, as they don't have to be handed in tomorrow, and as for French Revolution, to hell with it! Mwaahha. Speaking of hell, one thing that could bring me to the happiness equivalent to the bliss of being in heaven would be
The new Creative Zen Neeon at $329!Wow wow wow wow wow wow. Drools. I want the black one (duh) with silver back/side panels. And the set of Funky Stik-ons with black ear pieces. Anyone? Anyone? Pweaty pweaty please? I'll promise i'll be good. I won't hog the computer, i'll finish up all my homework, heck, i would even listen in my French Revolution lectures! Pwease? Pwease?
Prolly meeting up with the other half after Maghrib to have a looksee at his latest PDA before he sells it off, and for him to accompany me get black ink for my printer. (The teachers have been complaining for my blue-inked assignments. They say it makes them feel 'blue'. Lame teachers i have) Weahoo. Can't wait to be reunited with him after 12 hours of not meeting. Wahaha. That just sounds... wrong.
Reply to tags.Ain*: haha. my blog addie is cute? ure weird. Its means to be serious! hahah. shit. blog addie gone wrong.
Ain: haha. thanks for saying that, although it seeeeems to be dripping with sarcasm. heh. sorry again.
Dayah: Ok babe. I've linked you up! Thanks for visiting my humble abode. wahah. anyway, stop trying to hide the fact that u dun surf porn. we all know you do. heh. And thanks for the words of wisdom.
Duan: Changed blog cuz tangan gatal. hehe. Just felt an unreasonable need to change blog addresses. Haha. Anyway, yeap i guess its just a mean of straightening my priorities. Thanks bro for the words of wisdom. haha.
Kimi: Clubbing? Kau dah knape kim. tsk3. i'll never go clubbing. at least for now. If i were to choose between clubbing and gigs, i'd rather go gigs. Crowded rooms filled with mats and minahs aint my cup of tea bebeh.
Nas: Hello Nassy! haha. i guess we're just not meant to meet on that day uh. sad huh? nvm theres always next time! hehe. and babe, faddy misses u.
Nurul: haha. I've decided to be more serious in my blogging, but so far has failed to do so. weehee. anyway, thanks for relinking me. =)
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 4:38 PM
Of stupid spywares and moms.
Grr. I'm so frustrated with my brother. In just one day, make that 5 hours, he managed to install 2 adwares and a search hijacker which cannot be removed even after countless times of running 3 different kinds of spy/adware/popup removal programs.
A stupid pop up (thank God its not porno) pops up every 2 minutes, and even 2 different kinds of popup blockers cannot stop it from popping up. I AM PISSED.
Looking on the bright side, mom came home with delicious cheese-filled hotdogs as well as some pizzas. My then-empty stomach now has served a feast for the hydrochloric acid that churns in it. *burps*
And i had a great day today, studying together with the other half (again). Halfway through studying at the open air McDonalds, a mother and son pair came along and sat at the table opposite us.
The mother and son (gauged to be around 10 years old) started bickering, and things soon started getting pretty nasty, with both sides delivering punches (real ones), slaps, hairtugs, nailscratches and shouts at one another. Everyone within 5m radius started looking and staring at the fight going on.
It lasted for 5 mins, with both sides not giving up. The son was drenched in tears, his face puffed up and red. His eyes emitted much hatred towards the own mother who carried him inside her for 9 months. In the midst of the fight, the mother had shouted in the face of that poor kid
"I don't understand why I'm going through this! I can just walk away now, I don't need you in my life, you know! I don't need you in my life!"She then walked off. The kid, watching her go, shouted back
"Go! Go! I don't need a mother like you too! I hate you!"The mother stopped in her tracks, made a 180 degree turn, and walked towards the cowering boy. She slapped him really hard, making a mark on his face. The boy bawled again, his palms tighly gripping the sides of the chair he was sitting on. The mother tried once again to pull him out from the chair, a struggle that left both mother and son falling to the floor.
Not a moment too soon, a man appeared next to them. He broke the fight, pulling the mother away from the sobbing son. For the next twenty minutes, he acted as a mediator, becoming the communication tool between the couple. Some excerpts from the son were
"Why should i respect her, when she doesnt respect me?"
"I don't trust her! She lies to me all the time!"
"How can she beat me up in public? Im old enough. I have feelings. How can she create these bruises on me. She does all this for herself (her own needs), not for me! Don't you understand, its not for me!"
"I tried to call my father for help, but she took the phone away from me, and slammed the phone! How am i suppose to call you (the man) for help? She'll slam the phone again, and will take your namecard away! She always does that!"
"I saved up 2 dollars to buy that card, and she tore my money! Its my money! I saved it! And when i asked her to replace the $2, she refused to do so, and slapped me!"
And the most shocking one
"I don't love her! She tried to kill me yesterday! She covered my mouth and my nose! How am i suppose to breathe! Mothers don't do that to their children!"For like the longest time ever, i finally learned to appreciate my mom. Alhamdulillah. (Oh and the drama ended with the man getting the son and the mom to do a deal; that she pays him back his two dollars, stops beating him up in public (or at home), and to talk rationally with him. The son, on the other hand, has to respect his mother, and listen to her.)
Nasuha is busy skanking away right now. I hope her band did well in the SkaFest which i had wanted to go but couldnt find the money to do so. Boohoohoo.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 9:32 PM
Yoda talk.
Star Wars Episode III, we watched yesterday. Much better then what i presume it to be, it was. Superb were the sound effects and digitally created anime.
AAH. ok i cant speak yoda. It irritates my "try-to-speak-good-english" nerves. haha. So anyway, yup i watched the movie yesterday, irritating the other half with my nonsensical questions like
"Ok.. So that's Yoda right? He's a Jedi eh? Then how come he's not human?"
Or
"Eh? How come Anakin's hands are robot-ish. So he's a robot? So Obi-Wan is a robot too?"
We later headed to WestCoast Park's McDonalds to study/complete whatever homework we could. There was this choir-ish performance by Chinones, and suddenly the other half started singing the song "Brother's Keeper" by Richard Phillip (the guy we watched at Esplanade yesterday). The both of us suddenly looked at each other, glanced at the time, and made a quick decision to rush off to the Esplanade to catch him live once again, and this time, make the right decision to get his CD no matter how much the cost.
We reached there at around 7:45, but sadly, since it was drizzling slightly, the show was postponed to 8:45pm. It was too late for the both of us, so we went home. Walking under the stars, our laughters rupturing the silence, a slight drizzle falling on our shoulders, watching the boats passing by with their lights breaking the darkness that surrounded them... It was bliss.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 11:29 AM
Of dark skin.
Tags will be replied during the weekend. Fastforward to the tag made by Ain:
"4get to tell u..dun worry we dun label u as traitor..dun need to worry abt tat...1 more thing..so far we hockey ppl r still safe..dun haf skin disease yet..not beiing SARcastic but juz stating de fact..no offence ar.."Ain is a J2 Hockey senior of mine. I guess she's making a dig about me saying nonchantly to noone particular on a particular day
"Ahhh. I want to quit Hockey cuz im getting darrrkk."Nyeah. I seem so shallow, no? Well. To each his own. My skin gets easily chaotar even after 30mins of being in the sun. I used to not mind, but after my skin color being the subject of ridicule by friends and relatives, i've become particularly sensitive about it. Soo. Yeah. Trying to avoid the sun is one of the reasons why i want to quit hockey. I don't want to get dark. *Grins*
Another reason why i dont want to be in hockey, is because i'd rather let Joanna and Wen down now then later. I know myself. Im not disciplined enough when it comes to sports. Halfway, when all the trainings become mundane and routined, i'd drop everything, the way i did during my Commonwealth Secondary School Netball team days. Soo. Yeah. I apologise to all the hockey peeps in JJC ya?
Psst. Look at that bodyyyyy. *cair*So anyway, now back to today. I met up with the other half after school, like mentioned earlier. However, with some help of what you call "reverse psychology" and also a good plan for tomorrow, we watched Something-something Horror instead of Star Wars, as it was recommended by a few friends of mine. Not bad lah the movie. Creepy knowing you live in a house which was used as a torture chamber in the past. *brr*
We then headed off to City Hall so that he can sell off his pda. After making a quick decision, we decided to chill out at Esplanade, as it has been quite a while since we went there together. Whilst taking in the view from the rooftop, a heavenly jazzy voice (think: Jason Mraz) belted out from the waterfront. An excited other half and i raced down to watch whoever was performing. Sadly, what greeted us was a round of applause as well as some mantainence guy putting up the signboard
"Next performance at 730pm."What luck~ Pooh. Since it was only 6 pm, the other half decided to take a stroll down the river, and have lengthy conversations like we always do. The weather was great; cloudy and with a slight breeze. Not much later, we stumbled upon rows of stalls recommended by MakanSutra. Feeling rather hungry, we peeped in with hopes of finding a Malay/Muslim stall.
6 bucks for 10 sticks of satay might be considered expensive, but it was worth it! weahoo! definately deserves the makansutra recommendation. As quoted from the other half,
"The gravy is just right. Not too much oil or spices. Its heaven."Really! Go try! The gravy is syiok! So, anyway 730 approached in a blink of an eye. It turned out that the guy performing is Richard Phillip. We sat through the whole hour amazed by the sound produced from his throat/diaphram. Halfway, the other half pointed out that the Tabla man looked like a kacang puteh man, what with his dishevelled afro hair and un-performancish costume. haha! I couldnt stop laughing. We nicknamed the trio the Kacang Puteh band. Ok lame i know. At the end of the show, we actually wanted to buy the cd (yeap it was THAT nice), but backed out after finding out that the $10 cd only contained 4 songs.
Macam not worth it lah.
I had a great time today. I guess the talks we had for the past two days had paid off. He paid more attention to my feelings, and i tried my best to be understanding. *smiles* and he totalllyy made my day when he did something whilst we were walking home. Did what? Thats for me to recall and for you to
tikam-tikam guess. haha. Im so gonna sleep tonight with a huge smile pasted on my face. heh.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 11:08 PM
Hello weekend.
Checklist of homework to be done in the so-called "long" weekend. (Hey Teacher, its an additional ONE day. That makes it 2 + 1 = 3 days. However, that does not equate to TRIPLE the workload.) Buh. *grumbles*
- Economics. Fill up tables on page 7 - 10.- Economics. Read up and understand page 63 - 83. - Economics. Essay Outline Qn 2 of Tutorial.- Economics. Essays 1a and 1b. (To be graded)
- History. Complete essay on the Southeast Asia's colonization.- History. Whole portion of Southeast Asia to be studied. Test on Tuesday.- History. Whole portion of Causes of French Revolution and the reason as to why it became radical to be studied. Test next week.
- Malay. Read up the short stories selected in Angin Dari Gunung. - Maths. Complete Tutorial 6 Qn1.- Maths. Transfer foldscap notes onto Class notes. - Project Work. Complete the questions for survey.All these in 3 days!! Aaaah. *rolls over and dies* I guess if any of you has plans to ask me out, keep that in tab for the June Holidays. Though i'll have to warn you that i'm having makeup lectures/ccas/cip/ushering duty almost every single day during the "holidays" too.
To at least grab a chance to live a "life" during this long boring weekend, the other half and i are going to watch the much hyped about Star Wars Episode III : Revenge of the Sith. No prizes for guesses on who initiated to watch it. I've never really understood whats so cool about this saga, as i have not really sat down and watch the whole of the first 2 episodes. So perhaps I'll enjoy the movie, or i just might fall asleep the way the other half did when he was watching my choice; Kingdom of Heaven. har har.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 10:09 AM
A day of open hearts.
First things first.
I've relinked all those from messagesfrombeyond.blogspot.com, but to all those whom i've missed, my sincerest apologies. Please retag on my blog your address, and i'll relink you the next working day (more efficient than DHL i suppose). Again, if you want to link my new address, i'm happy to oblige, but if you don't, that's fine with me too. My new email (note: nurfadhilah88@hotmail.com) is up and running, and i'll not log in back to my 'poseur' ancient email address, therefore, please update your MSN messenger if i have missed out your name. Again, my sincerest apologies.
Phew. Glad to strike that off my list of things-to-do-before-i-go-to-sleep-tonight-in-case-i-die-whilst-sleeping. har har. Back to today.
News in Jurong Junior College (henceforth known as JJC) sure travel around fast, and somehow people can read your thoughts and emotions and by the next day, even when you have told noone, your innermost thoughts and feelings are propped on a signboard for all to see. It's scary, having psychics as your schoolmates.
Yesterday night i was contemplating on the idea of quitting the JJ Hockey Team. It was a tough decision; i didn't like the idea of being a traitor, nor did i like the idea of having to return the jerseys i got for being in the team for the past month. Pretty, FREE jerseys. And now i have to return them, Buh! So anyway, i did not tell anyone except of the other half about this, so i went to school as per normal.
This afternoon, whilst walking down the corridor, Wen, a J1 teammate, called out to me
"Wah. You lie to me sia! You said you ponteng-ing just one session! Didn't know you're quitting!"
"HUH?! Who the hell told you i was quitting? How did you know i was thinking of that?"
"I don't know leh. I heard the team talking about it yesterday."
"Oh... But i didn't tell anyone. Anyway, its not a final decision."
"Really? The J2s not happy with you, you know."Ouch. So i guess the pain is already done. I'm already labelled as a traitor to the JJ hockey team, and therefore, i am quitting i think. *folds up nice pretty free jerseys whilst choking on tears*
Oh and i've learnt that you should never trust a person fully, even though you've been like really close for the past few months or so. Even after a few years. You may never know, if the person you knew since Day 1 was just an act, and not the real evil creature lurking inside. It was a shocking discovery, nevertheless, i'll remain neutral for now till further evidence surface.
There's a wannabe-molester in my class. I am flabbergasted. I am appalled. I am disgusted. If that person is handsome then i'd be more then happy to sit next to him in class (note: JOKE), but the guy's like already on the number 1 class enemy. So he ain't making things better by doing what he did. It was rather inspiring, this afternoon, when the whole class gathered together after that wannabe-molester went home, and we discussed what to do with him. In the end, we reassured the poor girl that we'll look out for her whilst giving that idiot another chance. If he does it again, the whole class will make a report. Oh and by the way, he tried to do something funny to me during class today, but i had raised my voice at him and said
"HELLO! Can you like move away? Your arms are rubbing on my arms and its almost touching my you-know-whats! *under my breath : asshole*"Immediately he grunted a 'sorry' and adjusted his seating. Eee. Psycho. So after the meeting, the poor girl looked thankful that she had a couple of brave people (cue: the blogger) to look after her, though she still was traumatised and was almost on the brink of tears. Poor dear.
The other half and I had another talk today. Juggling studies and our relationship is much harder for him then it is for me, him being in a faster-paced school and being in the science stream. For now, the only thing i can do is have faith in us that we'll pull through the next 1 1/2 years together, and come out as future NUS/NTU/SMU students hand in hand.
Insyallah.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 8:00 PM
Introductions.
*waves*Hi. So i've moved here. I've changed my email address and am permanently using that new one in a few days (after i move my msn contacts). Its 11:17pm and im thoroughly shagged from wrecking my brains trying to get a creative name for this new blog as well as the new email. Sadly, i've failed.
*sniggers*Chapter 2? Nurfadhilah88@hotmail.com? That's like so creative! Oh wow! *prances around like a fool*. The reason i've made this change is to feel more grown up. har har. Funny isnt it? For 5 years i've tolerated being called a poseur for my old email (check : skategurl_88), so THERE! No more! *sticks out tounge*
So for those who feel like linking me up, by all means go ahead, but if you don't, im fine with it too. I'll relink everyone from my old blog, so don't you worry about that. But if i happen (my greatest apologies) to miss your blog, please give me a rap on my forehead and remind me.
Ok enough with the administration stuff. Now to go on with my day. (this is the part where you groan and go "oh no! its one of those normal schedule blogs!) Frankly, you can click that white cross on the top right hand corner of your screen and i won't mind one bit. I'm getting a little paranoid at who's reading my blog, as there are almost no tags, but i get quite a number of visits per day. Nyeah! Say "Hi Faddy!" when you visit will ya?
Oops pardon the digression. Back to today. Hum... Basically today was an emotional day for me. I was on the verge of imploding into tiny pieces, due to the emotional breakdown i was having. I have to say i kept my problems inside well the whole day, right up till the point where the other half said
"I notice you're so quiet. May I ask why?"Simple words of concern spoken sincerely which ive been longing to hear. I have my best friend back. We had an open talk... and like they say,
The rest is history.
posted by Nur Fadhilah at 11:32 PM
