Getting lost in KL. again.

Cantik di hari, mudah di hati (i know right? so lame)

Assalamualaikum all the awesome ladies and lame boys. Getting lost in KL may be fun at first but then... when you've experienced it.. Thankfully, Sarah was there to grace the day with her presence.

Here's how it went down. Our last class, Prose 1, ended at 3.30pm. Nadia, Tien Mie, Cherie, Sarah and myself decided we were going to celebrate TM's birthday by going out.

Anyway. We were supposed to go back by taxi after lunch but Sarah and I opted for a bus instead, since it's easier to go to KK9. After we bid them goodbye we went on bus number 99. Actually we weren't sure whether it was the right bus but we did ask the conductor whether it's the right bus; but he let us in anyway.

Then in the middle of nowhere (and what felt like 60 seconds later), we were told to get off the bus (like, seriously?). So there we were. Stuck somewhere like refugees, praying a

bus will come soon. Eventually there was a bus. Bus number 64. "Pasar Seni... Bangsar... PPUM... whaa? PPUM. ok. *hops on, paid RM1*

As more people were starting to get off, we got a bit nervous. After a while we realized we were at Petaling Street. Being the typical non-KL people we sat and pondered *where the hell*. And it was 5pm. So you can imagine the traffic.

Proof of empty bus :P

Then le bus driver had the nerve to halau us, once again, out of the bus!

Stuck at Pasar Seni

Sarah & I in search of help

Then after almost an hour and a half of sitting our bums in the buses, we finally hopped on an LRT. Thank God! :)

We felt like we're journalists in these pictures HAHA

Eva Gegirly Coelho

My dear sweetheart. This was the first ever photo of you that I took. I still remember the first day I held you in my arms. You were so tiny, hungry and frail - so afraid.

I remember the first day you stayed in. You were injured, so I put you in a little basket, I made you a bed and you slept next to me till morning.

You grew older and bigger. I watched you grew right in front of my eyes. As you grew, more additions came to the family. You grew to be beautiful - with eyes bluer than the bluest ocean; a fur coat that changes in time - from snow white to a mix of brown caramel; and (I kid you not) the most perfect high-pitched voice I've ever heard. And I'll miss all of that.

You grew closer to my dad and eventually you two became good friends, never trusting anyone but my dad. I know my dad cried when he found out. And I've never seen him cry before. My heart bleeds with him.

Alas, God called your spirit back home to be with the angels in the Heavens. I felt something before I left you the other day. I gave you a long good bye kiss and promised to you that I'll come back although I felt strange at that moment. I thank God however, I got to see you for one last time before I left.

You're forever engraved in my heart my sweet kitty. I held you first and I held you last. I've loved you with everything that I can. And I'm going to miss you so much, my sweetheart. Thanks for all the memories and good times you gave me. I love you, Eva.

Talentless?

Recently I have been thinking a lot about what I have contributed so far in life. And thinking hard about it, I haven't had a clue. So out of the blue I decided to try and focus on the one thing that I enjoy most - singing. I love to sing. I really do. Well, no surprise there, I'm sure most people enjoy this activity too. lol. I sing everywhere, anywhere and any time. And I'm pretty certain that I drive people crazy with my little hobby.

Okay, back to the subject. So during the holidays, I took up a singing class. We do these vocal warm-ups and all those singing stuff. I like my teacher, he's super professional. As the class progressed, I've learned a LOT - things I've never known before. But I'm not saying that my voice is amazing. I think it's decent, not amazing. Sad, but true. Sigh...

And the more I went for these classes, the more that he demands of increasing my vocal range I get frustrated. My throat has a tendency to fall sick any time possible. After a while I'm like "I give up"... but if I give up then what else do I have to satisfy myself? I studied dancing when I was younger, now that I'm a hijabi, I have to throw that dream out of the window.

I will never settle if I haven't found that thing I possess that can satisfy my reason to live on Earth. We only live once anyway. What great big change have I done to mankind? Big words, I know. I'm restarting my blogging days once again. And yeah, get used to my cliché words and REALLY long post - if you feel like reading it that is.

Am I talentless or what? That would surely be disappointing.

Day 1: Survival.

6:00 am: aku bangun. kedengaran bunyi azan bergema memecah kesunyian pada awal pagi. aku terus terbangun. ku buka pintu bilikku dengan berhati-hati. berhati-hati agar bunyi pintu yang sedang membuka itu tadi tidak membangunkan mana-mana 'makhluk' yang siapa tahu ada di sini. aku terus menuju ke arah bilik air dan mengambil wuduk. pantas, tapi dengan berhati-hati agar aku pasti wudukku cukup sempurna. aku terus kembali ke bilik dan bersembahyang. dalam kekhusyukkanku itu, ku juga mendoakan agar diriku mampu mengharungi kesunyian untuk sepanjang hari. ku tidur kembali.

12 ptg: aku tersentak dan terbangun. aku duduk sementara sambil menge'check' sama ada telefon portalku menerima sebarang 'mesej' dari sesiapa. mana tahu, ada yang telah menerima panggilan S.O.S. aku kelmarin. namun, ahhh. tiada sebarang balasan. aku menguatkan semangat ke bilik air. dan cuba membersihkan kekotoran dari badanku. kekotoran daripada bersembunyi dari 'makhluk' yang cuba mengejar ku semalam. senjata aku masih ada peluru. namun, saban hari, semakin 'kering'.

4 ptg: hari kian gelap. radio portal aku membunyikan 'frekuensi' sedikit. namun, masih tidak dapat dibaca entah siapa yang masih hidup di luar sana. yang aku tahu, di selatan Mid Valley, dikatakan masih ada beberapa orang manusia. aku hanya mampu berharap dan mempercayai harapan tersebut. perkara tersebut merupakan pendorong aku untuk terus bertahan.

6 ptg: kedengaran bunyi guntur di langit. bunyi 'makhluk' yang tadi memecah kesunyian sekali lagi kedengaran. lebih kuat kali ini. ibunya pun sudah bangun dari beradunya. aku mula resah. aku hanya berbekalkan sedikit senjata mula memikirkan pelan seterusnya. tidak mengapa! esok, aku pasti akan bertahan juga. walaupun bekalan makanan kian kehabisan, aku berjanji akan bertahan. ya, Khalif! kita akan berjumpa semula. aku berjanji.

11 mlm: hujan yang lebat tadi mula merintik-rintik. aku melihat halaman blok aku. gelap! semuanya gelap! ah! rinduku pada kehadiran manusia bertambah dari hari ke hari. oh, Khalif. akan ku menguatkan diri. engkau pun sabarlah. dan tunggu lah kedatangan aku. kita akan bersatu semula. aku berjanji!

University Life.

Hallooooo and behold ladies and gentlemen. this is the first post on my blog since i became a university student. ive been neglecting my blog. sorry,blog. ive been busy *hands on chest,eyes looking up* <-Google translate.

Im fully aware if i post this on facebook more people will see. so im trying my best to be more discreet about my life from now on. i said *try*

Ok, just a quick recap. started first Uni week in hell, which turned out prettay awesome. lessons started like crap. i didnt like the atmosphere and some people here and there. i also wondered why im in UM in the first place. i guess thats how life is when youre adjusting, no? but i ended up liking 98% of them now. some i still hate with a passion,but slowly eroding that feeling for religious purpose. lol.

Ive met awesome friends and reconnected with old friends who turns out to be my best friend. mentally, im slowly changing for the better. i think. im staying at a college which is located a kzbillion light years away from the main campus, but i still cherish every steps i take. *bless my thigh muscles for coping*. my bad days are slowly turnin into good ones because of beautiful friends and a beautiful uni. oh. my spendings are diabolical. BUT. im thankful. im blabbing too much.

Also im quite busy now especially this week. so no one invite me to any great events or else i'd feel tempted to go.

One hilarious muthafocka.

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ROFL. i was laughin my butt off. CLASSIC. classic,i tell you.

1 Murid,1 Malaysia...

Ape tah,aku pun taktau tajuk larian hari Sabtu tu... ape2 pun,sebagai guru yang bertauliah aku ditugaskan menjalankan tugas aku yang pelbagai tu ...(tapi aku tak buat pun).


Anyway,hari tu bermula dengan aku hirupan teh..

Then aku ke padang. acara dimulakan dengan persembahan2 tah pape. selepas beberapa jam,larian pun start.



Yay,dak2 gedik berlariiiiiiii!

Then pukul 9.30 kami bergegas ke stadium untuk aktiviti niche area.

Selepas beberapa kali dipaksa dak2 silat untuk bersilat,aku yang teruja tengok aksi silat cikgu2 yang lain pun termakan kata2 depa. walaupun agak takot...


Aku tanak wat orang mati terkejut tengok muka aku yang tengah sememeh gila. boleh mati...