i don't think i mentioned before about my disappointment in having rebutia cancelled.
no, this is not a complaint about that...so rest assured. when it was cancelled, it was just that many among us were trying to console each other, saying that there are hikmahs to the event not happening.
and i sit here today, contemplating those exact words.
23-27 december was the slated duration of the whole trip.
masya Allah, the things that happened in this time period.
first hikmah - sad one, but fortunately for me, turned out for the better. 23rd december, my grandmother was hospitalised for a high fever which did not subside. 25th december, my grandfather was hospitalised for high fever and shortness of breath. both my maternal grandparents were not doing very good, and were hospitalised two days apart from each other. alhamdulillah, they are recovering well now, and as of today, have been discharged. i dread to imagine if their conditions had not improved, and i was not around to be with them.
second hikmah - by His Grace and Mercy, i managed to personally meet with a shaykh of the Naqshbandi Sufi Order, Maulana Shaykh Md Hisham Kabbani. And while attending three days of lectures by him (26-28 decembar) and other eminent Islamic scholars, i met up with old friends, whom i dearly missed. if rebutia was about finding self-awareness and bonding with my friends, i guess He made it up for me by letting me go for a most enlightening lecture series accompanied by those i loved.
and a most intimate wish made since a decade past, has finally been answered.
All Glory be to Him, the Listener and Answerer, Most Subtle, Most High.
so despite my initial woes at not being able to leave the country on a vacation, i suppose that i have been taught a personal lesson in trust and tawakkal, and in the Divine Designs of Allah. and the pleasure of this lesson, and the experience that i have had these past three days, i guess only i can speak of it.
Reborn,
He who seeks the Way is given a compass,
The guiding light shines upon the Golden Path,
His chaotic heart finds tranquility,
In the gardens of Dhikr.
Ilahi anta maqsudi wa ridhaka matlubi, 'atini mahabbataka wa ma'rifataka.
Amin.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
kitsitra gathering 22 december 2004
hmm. i found it slightly weird that the above event was not mentioned in any of the blogs.
hmm. maybe i did not read about it or something.
hmm. maybe it is something so personally private, that it is only shared by the kitsitras.
hmm. maybe there is something i don't know.
hmm. maybe i hmm too much.
hmm.
but the gathering was simple and sweet.
good food, good company and love all around.
happy birthday to the birthday babies again.
and may the new year see all of us achieving greater heights.
pictures above.
hmm. maybe i did not read about it or something.
hmm. maybe it is something so personally private, that it is only shared by the kitsitras.
hmm. maybe there is something i don't know.
hmm. maybe i hmm too much.
hmm.
but the gathering was simple and sweet.
good food, good company and love all around.
happy birthday to the birthday babies again.
and may the new year see all of us achieving greater heights.
pictures above.
Monday, December 27, 2004
who i am? really?
eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 5/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 6/10
You are a XPIG--Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.
You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out.
You are generous and kind. You think first and act later. You are cool in a conflict, but your practical side means if your partner throws out emotional appeals ("why can't we do what I want for a change?") they will grate on your nerves, even when the conflict is resolved.
You're a romantic. You enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and you don't just fall into bed with anyone. You pay close attention to your significant other's needs, and this makes you an excellent lover and partner. The problem is that your friends and lovers may find it so easy to express things to *you* that they lose sight of whether you feel as comfortable with *them*! This doesn't necessarily make you feel under-appreciated -- you're too well-adjusted and self-aware for that -- but you may feel restless. Thus you seek adventure in your life outside the relationship to prove and actualize yourself.
Of all the types, you would make the best parent.
You are coiffed.
Didja see "Big Fish"? 'Cause you're like Ewan MacGregor in "Big Fish."
Of the 169752 people who have taken this quiz, 9.3 % are this type.
Practical: 5/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 6/10
You are a XPIG--Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.
You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out.
You are generous and kind. You think first and act later. You are cool in a conflict, but your practical side means if your partner throws out emotional appeals ("why can't we do what I want for a change?") they will grate on your nerves, even when the conflict is resolved.
You're a romantic. You enjoy the thrill of the hunt, and you don't just fall into bed with anyone. You pay close attention to your significant other's needs, and this makes you an excellent lover and partner. The problem is that your friends and lovers may find it so easy to express things to *you* that they lose sight of whether you feel as comfortable with *them*! This doesn't necessarily make you feel under-appreciated -- you're too well-adjusted and self-aware for that -- but you may feel restless. Thus you seek adventure in your life outside the relationship to prove and actualize yourself.
Of all the types, you would make the best parent.
You are coiffed.
Didja see "Big Fish"? 'Cause you're like Ewan MacGregor in "Big Fish."
Of the 169752 people who have taken this quiz, 9.3 % are this type.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
kem kelana
kem kelana took place at masjid pertempatan melayu sembawang, just off sembawang park. this camp, like kemBARA was intended to impart basic skills of education, morals, and islamic values to kids who are at high risk of dropping out from school, due to familial, financial or other reasons.
some of my thoughts on the whole event.
i opted to become a station master, so that i will not be too burdened with the running of the camp. i have learnt that lesson before, and it was just a lot of work, something i was not ready to do. but on the second day, i was asked to be emcee, and i could not turn that down, for various reasons. after all, i had to help nonetheless, in all the ways that i could. though at the beginning i was rather shaky, i got the hang of it once more. and yes though i may have grumbled at having to undertake the position, i retract them. i am thankful that i was made the emcee, because it gave me the chance to work with the committee closer. and through the ups and downs of trying to get people to cooperate, and in decision-making, i guess i learnt new things, about people, about trying to organise events, and about working together. also, being emcee helped me get closer to the kids, which is part of the point of going to the camp in the first place. so there, all is well.
i busied myself as and when i could with the kids, talking to them, and playing with them. and got sufficiently bullied by the kids. hehehe. and somehow i am thankful that i got to do that. it sorta readied me to take on the next post, as facilitator. wakakkaka. anyone reading this?
a brother told me that he was not sure that everyone went home with something. i found it sad that these people could spend three days, and not learn. just kind of weird to me, how sometimes people are so blind to the lessons that are being taught to them through the events that happen around them. and how could they not even see what was being shared by the kids? it all returns to the original intention - what have you come to the camp to do? i guess it is this that makes anything and everything that was seemingly unpleasant to me, acceptable. i was doing it for the sake of Allah, and for the sake of the kids.
and the kids' hugs at the closing ceremony, and their tears, made it all worthwhile, all over again. sigh.
i did not cry as badly as the last camp. in fact i even managed to smile as i hugged the children. i guess i am better at controlling it now.
but the surety of longing for the kids is definitely there.
and the surety of longing for my friends, grows even more, the more i meet them.
Lord, love us all and bless us all with happiness and peace, and bring us ever closer in Your religion, Al-Islam. Amin.
some of my thoughts on the whole event.
i opted to become a station master, so that i will not be too burdened with the running of the camp. i have learnt that lesson before, and it was just a lot of work, something i was not ready to do. but on the second day, i was asked to be emcee, and i could not turn that down, for various reasons. after all, i had to help nonetheless, in all the ways that i could. though at the beginning i was rather shaky, i got the hang of it once more. and yes though i may have grumbled at having to undertake the position, i retract them. i am thankful that i was made the emcee, because it gave me the chance to work with the committee closer. and through the ups and downs of trying to get people to cooperate, and in decision-making, i guess i learnt new things, about people, about trying to organise events, and about working together. also, being emcee helped me get closer to the kids, which is part of the point of going to the camp in the first place. so there, all is well.
i busied myself as and when i could with the kids, talking to them, and playing with them. and got sufficiently bullied by the kids. hehehe. and somehow i am thankful that i got to do that. it sorta readied me to take on the next post, as facilitator. wakakkaka. anyone reading this?
a brother told me that he was not sure that everyone went home with something. i found it sad that these people could spend three days, and not learn. just kind of weird to me, how sometimes people are so blind to the lessons that are being taught to them through the events that happen around them. and how could they not even see what was being shared by the kids? it all returns to the original intention - what have you come to the camp to do? i guess it is this that makes anything and everything that was seemingly unpleasant to me, acceptable. i was doing it for the sake of Allah, and for the sake of the kids.
and the kids' hugs at the closing ceremony, and their tears, made it all worthwhile, all over again. sigh.
i did not cry as badly as the last camp. in fact i even managed to smile as i hugged the children. i guess i am better at controlling it now.
but the surety of longing for the kids is definitely there.
and the surety of longing for my friends, grows even more, the more i meet them.
Lord, love us all and bless us all with happiness and peace, and bring us ever closer in Your religion, Al-Islam. Amin.
I'm no...
...superhero, no knight in shining armor, not a paragon of virtue nor a leader of men. I’ve most always been the bland one, the quiet one, the wallflower when spoken to; always looking for a modicum of acceptance in the social circle of whomever; never being too abrasive nor too submissive; always threading the fine line between great and less than zero.
I’ve not performed beautiful arias nor painted Mona Lisas, not built Great Walls nor won the Nobels. I’ve always been put in my place and thought that’s where I’ll always be; never reaching any heights of any particular greatness nor any depths of inner substance.
It’s been a long day, a rainy one even and all I wanted today was to be me. The simple one. The not so great one, maybe even the mediocre one. The one who didn’t have to be thought of as being a saviour of others nor the fount of eternal wisdom. The dispassionate one, the outside observer; the inert rock which lies on shifting ocean sands; the unemoting monster. If I cease to be me, am I the new self or just a reflection of the expectations of others? If I believe to be someone else for a long enough length of time, can I start believing a self-imposed personal illusion?
I wish you’d all have known who I truly am; but understand that I’d rather keep myself to myself when I felt like it; and you all, if you’d have stepped into my shoes would feel how maddening it can be to be misunderstood and yet feel an overwhelming relief of never having been known;
of being both exalted and a disappointment.
After a long day and a rainy evening, I’m no superhero, I just wanna be me.
- excerpt from Hammie's blog
I’ve not performed beautiful arias nor painted Mona Lisas, not built Great Walls nor won the Nobels. I’ve always been put in my place and thought that’s where I’ll always be; never reaching any heights of any particular greatness nor any depths of inner substance.
It’s been a long day, a rainy one even and all I wanted today was to be me. The simple one. The not so great one, maybe even the mediocre one. The one who didn’t have to be thought of as being a saviour of others nor the fount of eternal wisdom. The dispassionate one, the outside observer; the inert rock which lies on shifting ocean sands; the unemoting monster. If I cease to be me, am I the new self or just a reflection of the expectations of others? If I believe to be someone else for a long enough length of time, can I start believing a self-imposed personal illusion?
I wish you’d all have known who I truly am; but understand that I’d rather keep myself to myself when I felt like it; and you all, if you’d have stepped into my shoes would feel how maddening it can be to be misunderstood and yet feel an overwhelming relief of never having been known;
of being both exalted and a disappointment.
After a long day and a rainy evening, I’m no superhero, I just wanna be me.
- excerpt from Hammie's blog
afterthoughts.
quoted from shikin's blog, beautiful words indeed.
Time Tested Beauty Tips
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone...
People, even more than things,
have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,
and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands.
One for helping yourself, the other for helping others."
Sam Levenson
Time Tested Beauty Tips
"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone...
People, even more than things,
have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,
and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands.
One for helping yourself, the other for helping others."
Sam Levenson
Thursday, December 16, 2004
dedication
i dedicate this song, as a follow up to my previous entry.
may peace that is sought, be found.
If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining everything
And I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand
Is that the way we stand
Were you lying all the time
Was it just a game to you
But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you
And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
Linger - The Cranberries
may peace that is sought, be found.
If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining everything
And I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand
Is that the way we stand
Were you lying all the time
Was it just a game to you
But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you
And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
Linger - The Cranberries
and nobody knows why...
i had a conversation with a friend yesterday night, about how hurtful some people can be. especially whenever there are emotional strings attached. to me, having heard this happen so many times, begs these questions: why do some people refuse to admit or see things the way it truly is? why are they scared to face up to reality, to the consequences of their actions? does it please them to cause pain, and grief, and suffering to other people, people who thought there could be something special between them? isn't it plain obvious that actions are interpreted, and if you don't want them to be interpreted the way you don't want it to, then 1)don't do it, or 2)set things straight and stop leading people on!! it is becoming a very unfortunate trend nowadays, and worse, it is creeping into characters, and making those who show it, very disgusting to behold.
the disappointment and pain, knowing that you have been led on, and played with, sucks big time. and believe me when i say, what goes around comes around. if you care for your heart, care for others' too please.
because the sad truth is, we still love despite what happens. we cannot bring ourselves to hate. and the sheer effort of trying to reconcile these two extremes of loving and suffering at the same time, can be a lot - too much - to bear.
the disappointment and pain, knowing that you have been led on, and played with, sucks big time. and believe me when i say, what goes around comes around. if you care for your heart, care for others' too please.
because the sad truth is, we still love despite what happens. we cannot bring ourselves to hate. and the sheer effort of trying to reconcile these two extremes of loving and suffering at the same time, can be a lot - too much - to bear.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
teething problems
not in the metaphorical sense, y'all.
i am really having teething problems.
my wisdom teeth are breaching the gumline, and that is causing me enough discomfort to just sink my teeth into anything that walks past me. its super super super irritating, not to mention painful. i am sure there are many out there who can empathise with me.
i almost wanted to cut my gums and do a self extraction yesterday...but then i will faint from loss of blood and pain, so decided against it.
but i think i would be going to the hospital, once i get the referral from the dentist.
whee.
stupid teeth.
i am really having teething problems.
my wisdom teeth are breaching the gumline, and that is causing me enough discomfort to just sink my teeth into anything that walks past me. its super super super irritating, not to mention painful. i am sure there are many out there who can empathise with me.
i almost wanted to cut my gums and do a self extraction yesterday...but then i will faint from loss of blood and pain, so decided against it.
but i think i would be going to the hospital, once i get the referral from the dentist.
whee.
stupid teeth.
back to me, with love too i hope
Just read ur blog, couldn't find better words to match yours but this song came to my mind and it says what i need to say, so im sending it to you as a reply. Forgive the unoriginality though, :)
Thank You For Loving Me
by Bon Jovi
It´s hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There´s no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We´ll leave the world outside
All I´ve got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
For parting my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky´s a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you´d make believe
That you believed my lies
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
For parting my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me
Lock the doors
We´ll leave the world outside
All I´ve got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
You parted my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
When I couldn´t fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Oh, for loving me
Thank You For Loving Me
by Bon Jovi
It´s hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There´s no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We´ll leave the world outside
All I´ve got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
For parting my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky´s a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you´d make believe
That you believed my lies
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
For parting my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me
Lock the doors
We´ll leave the world outside
All I´ve got to give to you
Are these five words when I
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn´t see
You parted my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
When I couldn´t fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn´t breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Oh, for loving me
Monday, December 13, 2004
i do not love you - pablo neruda
wonderful words quoted from dear farida's blog.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers
Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
i can read this and cry over and over and over and over and over again.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers
Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
i can read this and cry over and over and over and over and over again.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
to you, with love
the past few weeks have been truly great, because i got to spend time with you. time which otherwise would have been spent either studying for some test, or planning for some event. no, i am not saying that you have taken me away from what i should be doing, but that you were a much needed respite from my schedule.
i needed that time, to lose myself in myself, to reconnect with what i may have lost. and i needed that time, to see that it is all fine the way things are, or whether i needed to do anything about anything. i am happy to see that things are going well, and very very relieved indeed.
i worry sometimes about neglecting and forgetting the things that matter. i fear losing these things that matter. but i sometimes find myself at a loss, being inadequately resourced in time, effort and empathy. sometimes i wish there were more of me, so that all that is expected of me, can be fulfilled.
but you, in kindness, accept me for all my flaws and unbecomings. in fact, you strive to see that i am not burdened and that i never feel inadequate. you allow me to lord you over, you simply refuse to disagree. like the willow that bends in the storm, but never falling over, you silently stand your ground in the face of my tempestuous nature. you should know, that in the end, the silent dripping of the rain on the mountain, wears it down. and that the water prevails.
that, is you.
as how rain earns the respect of the mountains, you have earned my love, my trust and my faith. and a privilege that none other has ever. a privilege only fit for one.
and while you are in complete knowledge of this privilege, you never abuse it, though many a time you could have, simply.
and that only increases the power of that privilege.
i am clear enough to the forces that move you and me. and i am eternally grateful to have been given you to love and cherish. i understand your desire to be and yet to refrain, i understand your needs and your fears, and i appreciate the mercy with which you handle your affairs with me, ensuring that i do not get hurt.
i have learnt many things, thanks to you.
my love, i do not wish to impose anything more upon you. and i wish to repay the kindness that you have shown. what is unsaid, is spoken very evidently to me, as you know. and i know.
let us not deny what moves us. but let us know, that i am always there. in my happiness, in my grief, in my anxiety, in my anger, in my apathy - i always will be there whether you ask it of me or not.
sing your own song, dearheart, and i will sing the harmony.
dance your own moves, dearheart, and i will be the beat.
and when you wish solitude, love, it will be given, no questions asked.
i believe in the sanctity and strength of what we have.
and i will never tire saying this.
i love you true.
i needed that time, to lose myself in myself, to reconnect with what i may have lost. and i needed that time, to see that it is all fine the way things are, or whether i needed to do anything about anything. i am happy to see that things are going well, and very very relieved indeed.
i worry sometimes about neglecting and forgetting the things that matter. i fear losing these things that matter. but i sometimes find myself at a loss, being inadequately resourced in time, effort and empathy. sometimes i wish there were more of me, so that all that is expected of me, can be fulfilled.
but you, in kindness, accept me for all my flaws and unbecomings. in fact, you strive to see that i am not burdened and that i never feel inadequate. you allow me to lord you over, you simply refuse to disagree. like the willow that bends in the storm, but never falling over, you silently stand your ground in the face of my tempestuous nature. you should know, that in the end, the silent dripping of the rain on the mountain, wears it down. and that the water prevails.
that, is you.
as how rain earns the respect of the mountains, you have earned my love, my trust and my faith. and a privilege that none other has ever. a privilege only fit for one.
and while you are in complete knowledge of this privilege, you never abuse it, though many a time you could have, simply.
and that only increases the power of that privilege.
i am clear enough to the forces that move you and me. and i am eternally grateful to have been given you to love and cherish. i understand your desire to be and yet to refrain, i understand your needs and your fears, and i appreciate the mercy with which you handle your affairs with me, ensuring that i do not get hurt.
i have learnt many things, thanks to you.
my love, i do not wish to impose anything more upon you. and i wish to repay the kindness that you have shown. what is unsaid, is spoken very evidently to me, as you know. and i know.
let us not deny what moves us. but let us know, that i am always there. in my happiness, in my grief, in my anxiety, in my anger, in my apathy - i always will be there whether you ask it of me or not.
sing your own song, dearheart, and i will sing the harmony.
dance your own moves, dearheart, and i will be the beat.
and when you wish solitude, love, it will be given, no questions asked.
i believe in the sanctity and strength of what we have.
and i will never tire saying this.
i love you true.
coming up
17-20 december: camp kelana with ntums
24-26 december: rebutia with ntums for experience to rebuild nypms
along that, send in scholarship application.
got chingay to dance for, insya Allah.
got to do up board in school.
got to work with student committee for SAOT.
debates?
PAL, definitely.
busy? i just want the time to breathe.
24-26 december: rebutia with ntums for experience to rebuild nypms
along that, send in scholarship application.
got chingay to dance for, insya Allah.
got to do up board in school.
got to work with student committee for SAOT.
debates?
PAL, definitely.
busy? i just want the time to breathe.
rita's house visit
the honour that rita gives to us is truly appreciated and we love her back just as strong...for that i quote her blog, and below is the entirety of the entry that was written...
Hanging Out With FAMILY
It is always nice to have friends coming over just to hang out, watch VCDs and eat. It connects friendships at a different level, away from the coldness of restaurants and the public.
Whenever Nizar and Taufiq are over at my place, it always warms my heart to see how at ease they are with my family - lying on the sofas, singing and laughing their hearts out. Zul's presence today added joy to the company. Plus, his miraculous cure to my spinning head (by rubbing some vein between my fingers) really left me impressed. Perhaps this is how he remains so charming with girls. :)
Oooooh my little brothers. Just can't get enough of them! *squeeze their cheeks*
it is always nice to be on the receiving end of wonderful hospitality, exceptional cooking, and of course, beloved company...
Hanging Out With FAMILY
It is always nice to have friends coming over just to hang out, watch VCDs and eat. It connects friendships at a different level, away from the coldness of restaurants and the public.
Whenever Nizar and Taufiq are over at my place, it always warms my heart to see how at ease they are with my family - lying on the sofas, singing and laughing their hearts out. Zul's presence today added joy to the company. Plus, his miraculous cure to my spinning head (by rubbing some vein between my fingers) really left me impressed. Perhaps this is how he remains so charming with girls. :)
Oooooh my little brothers. Just can't get enough of them! *squeeze their cheeks*
it is always nice to be on the receiving end of wonderful hospitality, exceptional cooking, and of course, beloved company...
end of raya notes
wow.
i remembered four weeks ago, when the whole hullabaloo started about raya.
syawal began with on a bad note, but fortunately progressed on with getting better and better. and there were of course many things that i participated in, many events that i attended, many houses that i visited.
today officially marks the end of raya celebrations for me, and a very very exhausted me indeed. but i am not complaining.
these weeks have seen me at the peak of my mood, and smiling most of the time.
meeting up with my friends, had a unspoken, inexpressible pleasure. jelira kemanisan hanya dapat dirasakan di lubuk hati, as how they would say it in malay.
my involvement in activities in and out of school, with and without my friends, have left me pretty much sated, and fulfilled for the holidays. i kind of feel refreshed and ready to go back to school - something which i never thought would actually happen.
i know i promised to update on the different outings that i went to, but as it is, time will not allow me to blab on and on. furthermore, a picture speaks a thousand words. so i will post some pictures instead, that capture, among others, the familial ties, the fun, the joy and the pure bliss of simply being among loved ones.
i remembered four weeks ago, when the whole hullabaloo started about raya.
syawal began with on a bad note, but fortunately progressed on with getting better and better. and there were of course many things that i participated in, many events that i attended, many houses that i visited.
today officially marks the end of raya celebrations for me, and a very very exhausted me indeed. but i am not complaining.
these weeks have seen me at the peak of my mood, and smiling most of the time.
meeting up with my friends, had a unspoken, inexpressible pleasure. jelira kemanisan hanya dapat dirasakan di lubuk hati, as how they would say it in malay.
my involvement in activities in and out of school, with and without my friends, have left me pretty much sated, and fulfilled for the holidays. i kind of feel refreshed and ready to go back to school - something which i never thought would actually happen.
i know i promised to update on the different outings that i went to, but as it is, time will not allow me to blab on and on. furthermore, a picture speaks a thousand words. so i will post some pictures instead, that capture, among others, the familial ties, the fun, the joy and the pure bliss of simply being among loved ones.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
venatoris raya outing
will update this soon.
with pictures.
but just want to say, it was nice seeing people whom i have missed for a long long time.
with pictures.
but just want to say, it was nice seeing people whom i have missed for a long long time.
starstruck
ok. all the bad things i ever said about sylvester, i take back.
errm, i saw them on my way home from orchard that day. them being sly and taufik.
congrats to taufik for winning the singapore idol competition deservingly.
and congrats to sly for a valiant effort.
i saw them walking towards me, and i was dumbfounded. hahaha...
sly smiled at us, and i managed a feeble, "hi" and wave.
and taufik waved back and said hi.
these people are not pretentious at all. absolutely down to earth.
and for that, they get my respect.
errm, i saw them on my way home from orchard that day. them being sly and taufik.
congrats to taufik for winning the singapore idol competition deservingly.
and congrats to sly for a valiant effort.
i saw them walking towards me, and i was dumbfounded. hahaha...
sly smiled at us, and i managed a feeble, "hi" and wave.
and taufik waved back and said hi.
these people are not pretentious at all. absolutely down to earth.
and for that, they get my respect.
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