Weekendless Fun

• So many words, so little time. Gasping for time to write. I can feel words having a massive traffic jam in my head. Have to have to have to find time to get rid of the bottleneck!

• 3 weekends filled with Finishing School Programme. Although very tiring, I'm thankful to my amazing faculty for organising this 2 saturdays 2 sundays programme. Syukur sangat2 because I get to submit my resume with little effort of applying for the companies separately, mainly because our syllabus just don't let us have the time for it. They come to us at one time, instead of us finding time to go to them individually! So far, resumes have been submitted to Deloitte, KPMG, Ernst and Young, and Petronas, and alhamdulillah, I have been shortlisted for all. Alhamdulillah alhamdulillah alhamdulillah. =)))

• So for the 3rd weekend with academic activity, I was responsible to be the emcee for this "MIA President as the VIP" seminar. Not to brag but to just show how intimidating it was PRIOR to the seminar, until the minute the president and I had to talk privately to re-confirm his background profile, he turned out to be a laid-back guy, so phewhh... But being an emcee for half a day is no joke, it was tiring, and minor glitches add to the jitters, no doubt. It had been long since I have to speak in front of a big audience FORMALLY, so yea, it brings back good memories too.

• Lastly, no weekends mean no time to catch up on studies, assignment and personal life. Unfortunately, being quite a socially-inclined person, the correct order would be personal life --> assignments --> studying. Hehe. I would squeeze time for fun BEFORE heading to the books. So my only weekend day yesterday was spent outside. Thank God the world is still fun. Haha. I went jogging with him in my bid to burn the double-chin and extra belly fat, and although I was embarassed for only covering a quarter of the track (damn you stamina), we had good Coffee Bean session, taking pictures with our new laptops (webcams), and just enjoying the weekend morning. It felt like a short holiday - the jogging, the frapucinno and caesar salad, newspaper-reading, being in each other's company, laughing. I have never felt like this before with a guy. I have never felt this safe (OOOhhhh..happy tears are coming..). He might be THE ONE. I hope he is the one. All fate lies in Allah's powers, but when it is right, it feels right. =)
  
• After, we went for banana leave rice (So much for jogging, but i ate a little, like really sikit! yeay!) and later in the afternoon wanted to watch the Hot Air Balloon show but ended up under one umbrella under the heavy rain. All was good..for some reason. Everything felt good. For dinner, he wanted me to meet his friends, but arrived too late that the friends have all gone back..haha. Thank God TGIF was still open, so it was just him, me, and ManUtd v. Liverpool game. No worries, no regrets. Slept at 1 am.
  

• So today, I am skipping all 2 classes to finish my assignment and to find time to do the Petronas online maths, IQ, and EQ tests..huhuhu.. when I could have just finished yesterday, but being me, I think being out and about after 3 weeks of no weekends, was all WORTH IT. Oh, and it is my first day of menses today. I was surprised because I didn't have any PMSs before today. Could that be a sign that I am super duper happy?? Hehehehehe...Alhamdulillah. Phewwhh..there I let it out. =) Back to WORK!!

Facebook

Beyond the conventional advantages of Facebook, such as as a comprehensive social networking medium, I have found it very advantagous when stalking people to:

• not be complacent about our own bodies. Sometimes when we don't look at other people, our eating habits tend to run wild. We will satisfy every temptation on food because we only see our own bodies. Yes, we are surrounded with people, but we don't tend to compare ourselves with friends while engaging in daily routines in that sense, at least not me. So when we're alone in our room with time to kill and thus explaining the stalking on Facebook , we see people, including our own friends, post prettily and stylishly in pictures, and we will realise, Gosh! we're fat and unattractive, hence compelling us to do something about it.

• This is vanity, self-indulgent, and maybe ungrateful, but it is what I feel. I can be slimmer. You can be slimmer. Being slim does not necessarily makes us pretty but it is the enhanced self-confidence from being slim that makes us feel PRETTY. =D So no more rice for me, at least not for a month!

Where did my tank go?

I have strong inclination to write, now at this moment. There is so much in my head, so many thoughts have passed where I would say "Ok, i will write about this later when I have the time", but now when I do have the time, I am just an empty pipe. =((

WHERE DID MY TANK GO?

Ba da ba ba da ba ba ba

Paramore - Brick by Boring Brick

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be

PS: Dance to this song and its lyrics please! =D

Final Semester

• Three random Class ACB8A students wearing baju kurung and our matching crocs on the first day of this January 2010 semester. Even though we're final semester students, we still get excited on our first day that we even made the effort to match our baju kurungs with the colour of our shoes, and this was purely coincidental.

• Hoping for a GREAT semester ahead! (Notice the matching font colour too? Hehe.)
  
  

Avatar

• I see you.

• It's another way of saying the scared three words, Avatar way. It simply means "I can feel what you feel..". In a more tense situation, it means "I will fight with alongside you, no matter what..". How romantic...romantic in its simplest of forms.

• Definitely a must-watch sci-fi movie.
  

Sleepless Night

• I am terribly sleepy but my mind has been like 3 choo-choo trains colliding into one another these past 2 days. My dad's beemer was stolen at a hotel valet parking yesterday (ok, i've lost track of time, it was on Friday and now it is supposed to be a 2am Sunday already). Yes it is just a car and I'm thankful that it is a "thing" and not a person, but its our "Hak" (belonging). Our hak has been taken from us as a result of other people's negligence. I know everything happens for a reason - this is maybe a wake-up call to my dad that anything we own can be taken away from us anytime, anywhere. All it takes is a little whisper of Kun Fayakun of the AlMighty. However, we are still breathing and the material costs are ours to bear. Loan repayments have to be made still, and insurance does not cover negligence, thus all measures have to be considered to obtain compensation. If we have go back and forth to the courts, so be it. Game on Prince Hotel and Residence!!

• This is excluding the FACT that we love the car. I LOVE THE CAR. It's a collector's items. How many white BMW M6 can you find in the world??? (Mode: Materialistic). Attachment issues also have to be considered. This indeed adds to the frustration and thus another train in my head. Flashes of images of the car not being taken care of, of the Godforsaken thief and his accomplices driving the car like crazy because it's not theirs, of them enjoying its M-power before selling it off in a foreign neighbouring country. Where is it?? I want it back. Kesian M6...

• 3rd train: Police investigations + Lawyers + Recalls of that Friday. Thank you to Aunty Ummi and Uncle Shukri who are helping to speed up police investigations - unfortunately in Malaysia if urgency is in play, you would need to have strong cables. My mum is still friends with her mum even though we are no longer friends, alhamdulillah. Lawyers - fortunately Aunty Dina is helping to push the hotel to settle this out of court - assuming the hotel would want to retain its public image. And last but not least, the state of shock we were all in when we found out the car and the key were missing, one hour of being in the state of denial by thinking maybe one of the jockey took the car for a fun ride.

• My deep fear that the hotel will come up with a good defend in avoidance to pay more than a million ringgit for the value of the car itself. After all, it is a hefty million ringgit and not just a thousand. Of course they will be plotting a good case against my dad. This is if they want to proceed with legal battle..of which I wish it would not be.

• Everything is just fuzzy now......then there is the long wait for the anticipated outcome. For any good news.. and for my dad to be ok..again.