Qualms & Serenity;

"Atuk! Atuk buat pa duk jadi referee lagi umur macam ni? Atuk sekarang sepatutnya duduk rehat kat rumah la, bagi orang lain jadi referee," said a woman in her thirties, whilst watching her son's rugby match. A couple of other mothers chimed along the comment, nodding their heads in agreement. The old man gestured a warm smile and replied- "Kalau boleh memang nak pun, tapi depa yang lain tak reti cakap." Heh? It took me a while to process the udang di sebalik batu of his words but as I kept on observing his manoeuvres on the field, I guess I finally understood . Before raising a coloured card or making his hands dance to tell the crowd that a foul has been made, he'd firmly put his hand on the blundered's shoulder and tell him in detail of what he has done wrong and how he should've done it - all slowly and crystal clear.  Although you can't really hear what's going on from the other side of the field, its pretty noticeable if yo...

Ha! This is it! I've been holding myself back from writing lately (or typing lah ) primarily because kononnya I was waiting for the proper mood to come waltzing by yet here I am again, with so many inorganized thoughts, metaphorically diff coloured paint just itching to be all blended together on a single canvas. And so, the self-acclaimed picasso took up her brush and-      Soon, it'll be a week since high school eternally ends for me and unsurprisingly here I am still, mourning over how things could've ended way better instead. Trust me, SPM wasn't a smooth cruise for the likes of myself. As happy as I am to see my friends smiling confidently upon exiting the exam hall, I was as equally so darn depressed to see myself down in the dumps. Astaghfirullah, I know. Never the one to be so chill about moving on, I still keep my late entries from 2008 and still hasn't come to the phase of missing anyone from school (yet). Really, this is such a tiring habit of mine...

I can't believe he did that effortlessly. Nope, I'm not talking about the pakcik who skillfully siang-ed the fishes as if the knife he used was waltzing with the dead fish (?) but rather I'm talking abt my dad who selamba je left Ali and I unsupervised at a pasar! And this pasar wasn't the Pasar Siti Khadijah type as it had walls tainted with weird vandalisms for instance ; "Melayu tuut tuut". Its censored mostly because i couldn't recall what was there but hey, it was arguably offensive and triggering. And immediately, i had a bad premonition abt the whole place. A lubuk for drunkards and well obviously haters. heh. If Ali wasn't there, of course I'd end up crying and would've made my way back to the car in tears (which had no idea where!) Yea, I just happened to have the worst sense of direction in the fam. I turned to look at my brother's face, expecting the same look of horror I had, only to find one with squinted eyes and an exa...

*clears throat* ^ haha perlu ke?          Salam people!      Am back from school and well alive - (hinting that ive went through hell and back with SPM trials done and over with) To cut the drama short, despite all the hardcore last-minute studying, trying to wake up at four and failing miserably; the whole three-weeks exam wasn't satisfying at all. Hopefully by the end of this post, it'll be so much easier for me anchor myself to the ground and accept the fact that I'm still miles away from receiving a slip with *explosion sfx* results. Lets get real la      If you're still struggling hard to extract ayat" berbunga for karangan, still can't decide whether youre better at argumentative or descriptive essays, still saying "asalkan tak fail" for addmaths, still cramming 40+ subtopics the night before exam for pai and seje, and still hasn't get an A for your science electives throughout the year, Then you're definitely ...

Well sure, the title above might serve a bad image for a student but seriously though, being a form five sure is tough especially when your old habits die hard      In case you're wondering, the first photo up there is the one i took back at INTEGOM during an English mentoring program on the 21st of April. Peaceful, yes? Seri Puteri cant even come close to having a foggy fajar err day :') OK, so whats the point of this post really? WELL.... To let me reminisce the good ol times, dUH! Faris: Ok before we let you pass, lets hear your cheer Leader:... B6! Clap!! Others: *starts to clap in a random manner* -___- Our groups' team of buddies From left; Syafiqul, Faris, Ikmal, Nisa and Hanan     they might look like a pair of gadis melayu terakhir,  but theyre actual gangsters inside  kaydee and moi in pink! (pft) Im already missing this gang!  Especially my nenek jawa Arba' :'(  ...