...every morning when I wake up
and every night before I go to sleep.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
Jealousy is the great exaggerator.
And I should've known better.
The JCC seniors went to Saisaki Restaurant a couple of weeks ago for dinner. Initially, we planned to bring the juniors along. However, due to several reasons and unavoidable circumstances, we proceeded without them. Sacrifices had to be made, Attiyaa assured us. Even Aainaa was willing to sacrifice her 10 minutes of fame, performing on stage during the Ladies Night, which also took place the same evening. But Aley, undoubtedly, was the one who had to make the biggest sacrifice. I'm not going to mention it here, out of respect. But you could probably guess:P
While waiting for Miss Aida and the others to arrrive.
It was pretty much a guilty pleasure for some of us, knowing that we had a good time dining out at the expense of some unfortunate juniors. But honestly, it was worth it:P
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While waiting for Miss Aida and the others to arrrive.
I was not in the mood last Friday morning during Math class, partly due to what we did the night before. Zaim, Meri, Tiger and I got bored, so we decided to compose our own acoustic songs. The acoustic session was all spontaneous, with the awesome playlist of songs ranging from "A Song For Aimi" (which is Tiger's favourite), "Roggy and Jalani" and not forgetting "The Ex-Girlfriend" by Zaim, dedicated especially to his, ahem, ex-girlfriend. Then when we concluded, it was already 2.30am. And I had not done anything productive at all that night.
Back to math class. Both Tiger and Zaim didn't come to class that morning, but I somehow managed to make it in time. But I was so deprived of my sleep that it spoilt my mood. While Mr Mahadzir was explaining the solutions to the class, I stayed quiet, eyes on the white board, my mind wandering off to God knows where. Even Abu's jokes and occasional funny gestures seemed lame that moment. There was very little interaction between me and the rest of the class. However, it felt good, this splendid isolation. For once I listened more than I talked.
Then it got people worried. Or so I presumed.
"Is he okay?"
Later that afternoon, me and my bestie had a conversation about relationships. Sure, what a topic to talk about over a 5 minute break from Econs revision at the RC. It actually dragged on a little, but in the end she did make me realise something which I failed to notice all this while.
I always thought that silence is easy. No things that may be said accidentally that should be apologized for, no stupid explanations. Just silence. And time that will eventually heal all wounds. Because the more I speak, the more vulnerable I get. But little did I know that while it may have prevented me from saying all the wrong things, it actually puts me in a situation where I'm often misunderstood. Well, based on my life experiences, she's probably right. Silence is not always that easy.
Maybe I shouldn't be standing on a silent platfrom that often.
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Back to math class. Both Tiger and Zaim didn't come to class that morning, but I somehow managed to make it in time. But I was so deprived of my sleep that it spoilt my mood. While Mr Mahadzir was explaining the solutions to the class, I stayed quiet, eyes on the white board, my mind wandering off to God knows where. Even Abu's jokes and occasional funny gestures seemed lame that moment. There was very little interaction between me and the rest of the class. However, it felt good, this splendid isolation. For once I listened more than I talked.
Then it got people worried. Or so I presumed.
"Is he okay?"
Later that afternoon, me and my bestie had a conversation about relationships. Sure, what a topic to talk about over a 5 minute break from Econs revision at the RC. It actually dragged on a little, but in the end she did make me realise something which I failed to notice all this while.
I always thought that silence is easy. No things that may be said accidentally that should be apologized for, no stupid explanations. Just silence. And time that will eventually heal all wounds. Because the more I speak, the more vulnerable I get. But little did I know that while it may have prevented me from saying all the wrong things, it actually puts me in a situation where I'm often misunderstood. Well, based on my life experiences, she's probably right. Silence is not always that easy.
Maybe I shouldn't be standing on a silent platfrom that often.
Time flies, seasons change. From the point in time where I last checked this blog until now, many things, significant and insignificant, had happened. Kiko Macheda, the unknown reserve team regular, suddenly became the talk of the town after scoring two crucial goals for Man United (unfortunately during the FA Cup, "third time's the charm" didn't really happen). Obama is still busy doing his thing, fixing the limping US economy and reaching out to the Muslim world, among other stuffs. Meanwhile, somewhere closer to home, Najib became the sixth Prime Minister of Malaysia, amidst the unsettled dispute in Perak and the heavy cloud of controversies engulfing him.
While all these took place, I was busy being myself.
Garnet House went to Pangkor last week. It was an awesome trip, I should say, despite the heavy price I had to pay for a fun weekend at the beach - I got sunburnt. With this overtanned complexion I am currently donning, Juek feels that I've lost my charms. Unperturbed by her comment, I suggested her to just embrace the Hawaiian spirit in me.
Damn. Now I miss my fairer side. Nevertheless, there's something about the beach that makes it so welcoming though, don't you agree? Faridq, Safu and I had a discussion about our post A Level trip to Redang already. And the exam has not even started yet.
While everyone else in the chalet was busy studying (or in Afif's case, tucking in bed earlier than normal), I picked up a new hobby which I'm getting attached to - Isa's semi acoustic guitar. To prove my seriousness in this business, I hired Zaim as my guitar tutor. Well, not really. But since he's a regular visitor to my chalet, I might as well ask him to shed some light on Backstreet Boys' As Long As You Love Me and Aizat's Hanya Kau Yang Mampu, among other great songs for rookies like me. I even bought a capo. Now the only thing missing is my own guitar.
By the way, have you heard Afif's rendition of Better Man? It's better than original, man:P
"Send someone to love me, I need an astronaut..." Haha.
I may be ignorant at times, but as I walked around the college the other day, I kinda noticed something. Is this the season for love? Because almost everyone now seems to walk and study in pairs. Now that the exam is drawing near, I remembered one of the usrah sessions I attended a couple of weeks ago (believe it or not, I do attend usrahs every once in a while), in which the ustaz raised the question, "Cinta atau Cita-cita?"
Well, if you ask me, I want both.
Some time last week, the seniors were presented with a list of new pet brothers and sisters (the 11.5 studens) to be welcomed into the existing pet families. Fatimah and I now officially welcome Amalina into the family. Clap clap. Haha, macam la happening sangat.
Amalina.
P/S: Sorry Abang Z, it's your loss:P
And the seniors' external dinner (which now has an official name - the KYUEM Prom), will be held some time after the A Level exam finishes. My heart says let's party, but based on the survey I conducted on 50 samples, I may have to reconsider my decision. The simple reason being - when the people you wish to spend the fun time with that night had decided not to go, I don't think it'll be that fun anymore. But we'll see.
I bought a new external hard drive at the PC Fair recently. The 320GB mother lode of entertainment has now become my source of joy during my free blocks.
Or productivity killer, depending on how you look at it.
I find it interesting when people, boys especially, take the extra time and effort to make their rooms feel more...inviting. I mean, you can actually know the person from the way he/she keeps his/her room. This one day, I got really bored. So I decided to raid random chalets and conduct a spot check, you know, like the old boarding school days. Well in the end I did make some interesting discoveries from some people who decorated their rooms with pictures and stuffs. Inspired, I decided to do the same.
A sneak preview of how it looks like.
By the way, I've uploaded the pictures I took in Pangkor at Facebook. You can view them here.
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While all these took place, I was busy being myself.
Garnet House went to Pangkor last week. It was an awesome trip, I should say, despite the heavy price I had to pay for a fun weekend at the beach - I got sunburnt. With this overtanned complexion I am currently donning, Juek feels that I've lost my charms. Unperturbed by her comment, I suggested her to just embrace the Hawaiian spirit in me.
Damn. Now I miss my fairer side. Nevertheless, there's something about the beach that makes it so welcoming though, don't you agree? Faridq, Safu and I had a discussion about our post A Level trip to Redang already. And the exam has not even started yet.
While everyone else in the chalet was busy studying (or in Afif's case, tucking in bed earlier than normal), I picked up a new hobby which I'm getting attached to - Isa's semi acoustic guitar. To prove my seriousness in this business, I hired Zaim as my guitar tutor. Well, not really. But since he's a regular visitor to my chalet, I might as well ask him to shed some light on Backstreet Boys' As Long As You Love Me and Aizat's Hanya Kau Yang Mampu, among other great songs for rookies like me. I even bought a capo. Now the only thing missing is my own guitar.
By the way, have you heard Afif's rendition of Better Man? It's better than original, man:P
"Send someone to love me, I need an astronaut..." Haha.
I may be ignorant at times, but as I walked around the college the other day, I kinda noticed something. Is this the season for love? Because almost everyone now seems to walk and study in pairs. Now that the exam is drawing near, I remembered one of the usrah sessions I attended a couple of weeks ago (believe it or not, I do attend usrahs every once in a while), in which the ustaz raised the question, "Cinta atau Cita-cita?"
Well, if you ask me, I want both.
Some time last week, the seniors were presented with a list of new pet brothers and sisters (the 11.5 studens) to be welcomed into the existing pet families. Fatimah and I now officially welcome Amalina into the family. Clap clap. Haha, macam la happening sangat.
Amalina.
P/S: Sorry Abang Z, it's your loss:P
And the seniors' external dinner (which now has an official name - the KYUEM Prom), will be held some time after the A Level exam finishes. My heart says let's party, but based on the survey I conducted on 50 samples, I may have to reconsider my decision. The simple reason being - when the people you wish to spend the fun time with that night had decided not to go, I don't think it'll be that fun anymore. But we'll see.
I bought a new external hard drive at the PC Fair recently. The 320GB mother lode of entertainment has now become my source of joy during my free blocks.
Or productivity killer, depending on how you look at it.
I find it interesting when people, boys especially, take the extra time and effort to make their rooms feel more...inviting. I mean, you can actually know the person from the way he/she keeps his/her room. This one day, I got really bored. So I decided to raid random chalets and conduct a spot check, you know, like the old boarding school days. Well in the end I did make some interesting discoveries from some people who decorated their rooms with pictures and stuffs. Inspired, I decided to do the same.
A sneak preview of how it looks like.
There's a little quote I posted by the bed. It says, "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end." I don't know who said it, but it makes me smile every time I read it. And there are a few more I posted randomly all over the room.
By the way, I've uploaded the pictures I took in Pangkor at Facebook. You can view them here.