Monday, March 5, 2012
"never underestimate stupidity"- a good friend once said
1:01:00 PM;
Friday, March 2, 2012
finally back to my sports roots. something I left for a long long while.
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a good friend mentioned (upon seeing the photo), "Jannah, you don't look like you belong there"....
all I can say is, "I don't really care. Cause I enjoy what I do and I do what I am told to"
In all honesty, I was initially afraid of this very judgment. Simply because on the external, I stand out from the crowd (which brings irony to a whole new level.. nvm that's for another day), I was reluctant to do the things I love. But wearing the hijab is honestly not something that should hamper me. Sure, the I could not beat the heat, but I endured. It's not so bad you know-mind over matter. Those wearing almost nothing felt restless looking at me all black top to bottom and still trampling (happily) on the sand, but it ain't matter. I still have my rights to enjoy the event. The norm for them might be to wear such outfits. But, my norm is as such.
10:43:00 AM;
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
dangers of mixing distraught emotions with selective interpretations.
the price is paid by so many others, not just that individual.
the biggest jihad one should fight against is one's inner nafsu (carnal desires)
8:42:00 PM;
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
9:37:00 PM;
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Quran
Written in a stream of consciousness like narrative.
What is deem is one of the most sophisticated and intellectual form of writing in the literature world.
2:57:00 PM;
Monday, February 20, 2012
The Calling
Earlier this year, Mom mentioned about the possibility of visiting the holy land, once again. It didn't occur to me that I would be part of the trip, thinking that it would definitely clash with school schedule.
Truth be told, when He sends you a personal invite, it comes with conditions and conveniences. It's up to you if you want to put Him in the back seat or life seriously.
InshaAllah, God willing, I will be joining Mom&Pop this 28may-10June for Umrah. The moment I mentioned the desire to join them, I was already presented with tests; the choice of completing my compulsory internship stint and alumni camp with this once-in-a-lifetime(or more, if you're lucky).
My faith shook. It should not even be a dilemma of choice when it comes to this. That's when I know, that I've been lagging and neglecting what I should cherish and honour most.
As I count the days (there's still 3months+ to go), my heart seems to race with excitement. Been 13 years since I last stepped foot into the Mekkah/Madinah. However, the pilgrimage journey has already started. It is said that one needs to cleanse and purify one's self even before one embarks as it is not a one-time off experience. It is a chance to improve one's self, physically, mentally and spiritually.
The trip can't be anymore timely. There have been great distractions and uncertainties in my life right now, and it's time to take a break from worldly commitments and materialistic achievements and just live in the essence of life; as a mere creation of Allah. I have many questions unanswered. Not that it can't be resolved with endless prayers here in my homeland, but you know you get that added serenity in the holy land.
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On a side note,
in 2 months time too I would be turning 21.
The much anticipated moment, where life takes yet another great turn.
2:35:00 PM;
Friday, February 17, 2012
Then the British man asked the Sheikh:... Why do your girls cover up their body and hair? The Sheikh smiled and got two sweets, he opened the first one and kept the other one closed. He threw them both on the dusty floor and asked the British: If I asked you to take one of the sweets which one will you choose? The British replied: The covered one. The Sheikh said: that’s how we treat and see our woman....
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Beautiful explanations.
The former one is something I've yet to fully internalize and achieve.
It's hard to refuse a handshake of an acquaintance, for fear of humiliating him or even creating an awkward start to our working relations. It takes a whole lot of effort as well to explain to the uninformed.
Laws are laws and they are indeed place for a reason.
Has to be..
11:44:00 AM;
Thursday, February 16, 2012
12:57:00 PM;
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I want a man I can love.
A man whose love for me
Was decreed by our Lord above.
I want a man I can trust,
A man who I’ll want to respect and honour,
Not because I ‘must’,
Or because obedience to him
Was upon me thrust,
But because he respects me
And honours me,
And deals with people in a way that is just.
And because, above all that,
He respects and honours the Words of our Master,
And this will make my heart beat a little faster.
I want a man I can learn with,
Someone to hold hands with.
Let the man
To whom I’ll give my hand
Be a man I can laugh with.
I want the little things,
And from this,
Love begins.
And with it,
Rahma and Mahabba
From our Lord it brings.
I want a man who will lead me,
A man who will accept me.
One who will guide me,
Protect me,
And lovingly correct me.
I want a man who makes mistakes sometimes
And is willing to take some time
To admit when he is wrong.
One who doesn’t always try to be strong
All on his own,
But allows me to come along,
Stand by his side,
And be his partner,
Lifelong.
He should be a man with a beard—
Now wait,
I know you might think that’s a little weird,
But, even though I want a man who will love me,
I want him to love our Prophet
SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam
More than he does me.
I want that love to show on him,
In the way that he dresses,
And the way that he moves.
The way that he loves me,
And the choices he may choose.
It should be the means by which
Our life together improves.
I want a man I can grow with,
Someone I can sow with
The seeds of our trees
In the Gardens of Jannah.
I want to fall in love.
Just once,
Just him.
Forever and ever.
Ameen.
Ruqaiyah Davids, Poetic Wednesday Co-Winner
2:30:00 PM;
Monday, February 6, 2012
Ancient blog.
Ever since I found 750words.com, blogger seems so emm, lackluster.
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School's been merciless, nothing new. But, being the optimistic me, I try to see the good in things. Can't complain I don't have a student life although I ought to be investing the same, if not more, amount of time for academics. Then again...
Having endless commitments, I thought being wired 24/7 would bring great convenience. Unfortunately after a month trial, it only proves to be a bane. I get distracted by a whole slew of junkmails. Not that I am looking forward to read the crucial ones either. Email etiquette needs to be adopted by everyone. It ain't fun if you can't decipher the content at a glance, let alone think someone's reprimanding you when they're actually just updating you about something else.
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That aside, it was nice to meet old friends again the last week. 21st parties are happening every month now. Tis' the time to tie my stomach into knots and save for 21st birthday gifts. Honestly, I am not one who look at the value but the meaning. Although not everyone shares the same sentiments as me. It doesn't exactly help that I am unemployed. I hand out my respect to those who manage to juggle school and work for I am one who doesn't have that physical or mental strength to pursue as such. Might give it a go next semester though, never know my true threshold yet actually.
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It's been going on for years now. Neither am sure on how I should say it, nor have I plucked enough courage.
Then again, there's more to life (now) than the need to be more than just friends aye?
p.s. I'm in love! :D
10:59:00 PM;
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
"not a leaf does fall but with His knowledge. There is not a grain in the darkness or depths of earth, nor anything fresh or dry, but is inscribed in a Record Clear to those who can read." - Surah Al-An'am, Verse 59.
-time to realign those intentions-
11:21:00 AM;
Thursday, October 6, 2011
youtube & facebook addiction is bad.
flooding school email is not making things any better.
2:03:00 AM;
Thursday, September 22, 2011
When things fail, you seek salvage from Him.
Others may see this is as such naivete or even hypocrisy from an educated individual. After all, aren't we ourselves the masters of our fate? I don't subscribe to such ideology, as it only creates remorse and dejection when you fail. In the most foolish of ways, believing in the existence of a God that has total control on your life, allows you 'push the blame' on him when things go wrong. Of course this is not the mentality a believer should adopt as it only becomes contradictory.
The thing about having a religion, it always gives you this sense of hope in times of trials and tribulations. Depression is never suppose to be an option. When you fail, despite Great Pride hindering you to accept Defeat, you learn to give in. You become optimistic in life, taking it that He has something in stored for you. And that it's a test He set out for you, to see the level of faith for Him and faith on fate.
Unfortunately, I may have missed the whole point of this for the past few weeks. Suffocated by responsibilities & overtly committed to work, I neglected something so crucial. Something that could have only kept me rooted to my sense and sanity.
A few signs here and there were being spotted unintentionally. To me, that's enough consideration to be an assurance that despite my negligence, Someone never stops looking out for me.
It's a shame yet it's humbling.
All I can ever do is take but never will I be able to give back even a fraction of what He gave.
7:44:00 PM;
Monday, September 19, 2011
"They make you think you've got spirituality, but it's really just emotional alchemy"
6:06:00 PM;
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Then comes courage for the venture into the unknown.
I caught a glimpse of the possible future.
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School is barely into its first week and I am feeling the intensity. It's not the academic matters that is straining me (yet). It's the endless student life activities I somehow trapped myself into. On the hindsight, it will all end before midterm break. Hence I sense a fulfilling AY2011/12 Term1.
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You see that lil' cosy hideout up there? If all ends well, that could be my new restaurant.
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There is limited choice of outlets around school area serving Halal food. As much as I groan and grumble, I know I have to be the change I want to see. It was an aspiration, but mustering enough courage was too tedious a task.
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"If you want something, real bad, the world would conspire to give it to you"
Cikgu Zain mentioned it back in my tkgs days. And it's something I will never forget. Things have their own ways of coming to me. And when that opportunity is being served outrightly in my face, it's hard to resist.
A friend just contacted me, asking if I would like to be partners for this joint venture. Nothing certain, just a decent enquiry, but one big enough to conjure a thousand ideas in my head.
This could be a start of something new. Something I strongly believe I should embrace.
InshaAllah, I will make it happen. :)
10:57:00 PM;
Sunday, August 14, 2011
PERSPECTIVE
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It's all about perspective. What the western world called the 'Dark Ages' of mankind, we muslims call the 'Golden Ages'.
Honestly, I myself too found this ironic: Muslims claim that our religion and the Quran to speak the truth, having all the solutions to the problems of the universe. However, in today's world, it seems like Islam&Muslim IS the problem.
It's as though we have no relevance or contributions to the mankind at all. We created terror, instilled insecurity, implanted fear in others.
Not sure why the history books never reveal this other side.
Muslims are suppose to practice humility and eradicate hubris from our hearts. A desire to spread their scientific findings for human advancement and not solely for posthumous glory.
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4:02:00 AM;
Monday, August 8, 2011
Another year older.
"You are 46, not so young, but still not very old for a country. There is time for you to relax, correct your course, and readjust your priorities. You will always be No. 1 in some areas, but chasing No. 1 in all is bound to lead to heartache for you, and for your people. No empire can last infinitely, just like no one can be on top of the world for all time." -JLB
4:34:00 PM;
Monday, August 1, 2011
Ramadhan Mubarak.
Life and death is never at the mercy of Man. Hence, it is humbling to know I am granted another year to once again meet with the holy Ramadhan.
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Honestly, fasting is no easy feat (without gradual 'practice').
Back in those innocent days, I used to fast for the sake of getting $1 for every day. Though I can still recall those mischievous days where I gorged down french fries secretly on the way home from school. I swear that was all done in the name of innocence. Frankly, if I told Mom I was famished, she would have been humane enough to allow me to break fast and feed me with decent non-fast food.
Trying to me steer me away from my juvenile crimes, the bargain was raised to $2 a day. That was an offer one cannot refuse (seeing how my daily income was only $1.50). Come Syawal, I was $30-$60 richer - even before the Raya Rounds (read: green-packet collection from generous relatives). Sure those attractive baits worked like a charm.
Not sure what manipulative tactics others used on their lil' ones. Sure Mom&Pop may have taken a more materialistic approach in teaching me this religious decree. But that was not without instilling in me the true reasons why we should fast and how fasting confers endless benefits. Come to think of it, it was a lesson well-taught, subtly introducing me to the concept of 'delayed gratification' and how you've simply got to work you bums off to get what you desire. And of course how I should appreciate my food more, regardless of what's on the plate - to be grateful I do not suffer the plight of those in poverty. Yes, those cliche moral values we take for granted now.
Little did I know then that there was more to fasting than a 'painful device' utilized to drill some ethics into me.
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Unbeknownst to many, fasting is not only the abstinence from food&drink for 14hours (dawn to dusk). It is a true test of faith and perseverance. Temptations and ways of the world tend to spoil our purity and austerity. We indulge in savories all day long, be it elaborate meals or minutely nibbles. The inability to control that carnal desire to fornicate or have impure thoughts. When we argue, we leave our decency aside and resort to vulgar talk and even physical fighting. These of course are the extremes of ends, though I hope you get the point.
Now when one is fasting, he or she cannot do all of that. When one looks at the mouth watering food, he cannot even taste it (at best, just avoid looking then!) and one has to give up snacking and nibbling as well as smoking cigarettes if one does. Sexual passions have to be curtailed (& of course this is meant strictly for married couples). Also, self-restrain towards provocation should be practiced.
It may very well sound like torture.
“Allah does not intend to inconvenience you, but He intends to purify you and perfect His favor to you, so that you may give thanks". (Surah al‑Maidah, S: 6).
He does not gain nor lose in the absence of our prayers or our existence.
Hence, for each Muslim to feel obliged to perform these duties wholeheartedly, one needs to understand the Spiritual & Health benefits fasting & Tarawih Prayers (Long Night Prayers) brings to practitioners.
Hence, for each Muslim to feel obliged to perform these duties wholeheartedly, one needs to understand the Spiritual & Health benefits fasting & Tarawih Prayers (Long Night Prayers) brings to practitioners.
Honestly, I only learnt it today; that even the latter had scientific (medical&health) benefits. Never realized that every single movement in our prayers had benefits similar to that of slow mild exercise. Well, we learn something new everyday don't we?
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The only few times where euphoria, tranquility and serenity can be felt all at once.
12:50:00 AM;
Friday, July 29, 2011
2 more days.
3:56:00 PM;
Acceptance
~Alvin Tan, TNS
At the stage where I am standing now, acceptance seems to be as indispensable as it can ever be. Gone were the days where blissful ignorance reign and I can just do what I desire without the fear of judgement from people around. Don't I realize, though, how the pressure of acceptance simply weighs down on me, hampering my very existence and abilities?
Just read about Inch Chua, a home-grown Indie artist who is deciding to migrate. She feels very much "heartbroken" from the lack of support&acceptance from her own country to progress forward as an artist.
To be honest, her opinions do have some truth in it. Relative to mainstream education&career party say Business, Accountancy, etc., the Arts scene is not given as much priority&exposure as the former, albeit the opening of Arts Schools and all.
However, I believe an irate voice in a public letter is not be the answer to her frustrations. There are so many Singaporeans out there who took decades in the Art Scene, before eventually succeeding. The Necessary Stage (TNS) has gone through even greater obstacle, than what she is experiencing. Having established a theatre company from scratch has even greater hurdles - how Alvin&Haresh were allegedly reported to be pro-Marxism, and all. In a nutshell, they have a very Juicy history.
Maybe, it may come to you that it can be easier said than done. I may not be in her artist shoes to fully understand. Let's look at the flipside. Mind you, being a minority, a female muslim minority, acceptance doesn't exactly get served on a silver platter. I know a fair share of companions who are already struggling in the real world, as they climb the corporate/civil service ladder. In a varsity where Malay Muslims are a rarity, even more so for those who don the hijab, I reluctantly get the stares as though I lost my way and stepped into a new dimension of my own. Call it exaggeration, but there is a great deal of discomfort and awkwardness, and this is only something you can fully fathom if you were in my hijab-ed shoes.
While it has taken me a great deal of time to come to terms with this judgements, I try to my very best to take advantage of the situation and make the very best of lemonade out of it. Take it in my stride. In my case, I don't think running away to another country can very well make my situation any better.
Having suffered insecurities during the first few months of school, I consulted Dad for advice. He did encouraged me use the 'attention' I am getting to dispel stereotypes and preconceptions people have of Muslims, especially Muslim women. While the hijab is suppose to draw attention and (sexual) gazes away from us, somehow the tables have turned simply because we become an object of fascination. Mind you, that noun is the most subtle one I can think of.
I am very much interested as to the perception a non-Muslim Singaporean's have of me. Judging from Western media, it's as though Muslim women are a bunch of deranged&backless humans who conformed to religious decrees (just to appease God&go to heaven) by allowing their husbands to beat them, to get stone if they commit adultery, to allow for male supremacy to dictate their lives and oppress their beauty&dignity by swaths of cloths.
All I can say:
The learned should be shrewd enough to make their own judgements based on what they learn through knowledge and not what the media conditions them to think.
Acceptance should not come to the expense of you leaving your own morals&principles. Appeasing one crowd will only lead you to displeasure another. Moreover, opinions of people don't remain stagnant. For somebody who upholds a faith, my desire for acceptance should only be the acceptance of the Almighty. As long as I am aware of my real intentions and ensure that my doings are not against syariah, inshaAllah, He will accept me for who I am.
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Venturing into my Junior year in a few weeks time. Decision on major declaration needs to be made very soon as well. Yet another leap of faith.
I have had a life plan all this while. Do far, everything is going well. However, my confidence was slightly shaken when I allowed myself to the indoctrinations of people. Many said I made a wrong choice of going in business (better prospects in accountancy), bad major choices (not much prospect of good-pating jobs). I appreciate these as advices, if these people indeed had gone through them and maybe failed. Even then, I should not take such as a deterrence for me to fulfill my dream. Instead, it should be made as a precautionary measures.
But it is a risk I will take, god-willing.
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Funny how in the spur of the moment, talking about Inch Chua made me talk about myself.
There, you have it.
3:51:00 PM;
Monday, July 25, 2011
Putting things into perspective.
I offer my condolences to the families who lost their loved ones in the Norway Massacre.
Was not a bit surprised by the false allegations Media made that the man guilty was an Islamist terrorist, without any form of knowledge if it were true. Seems Media has implemented a new principle: "Guilty, until/unless proven innocent".
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Doubt it is nothing new to experience that hunger for knowledge. It's not a bad thing too when it springs up during leisure times; when academic-related matters are nowhere near that brain of mine. It makes that knowledge gain have so much more meaning instead of the usual strive to ace the test.
Having my house still in shambles after the paint job, I found a healthy supplement of kitabs&books I never knew was hiding in Dad's stash. Despite most of them being in Malay, I foresee them being good reads. Topics spanning from religion, psychology, politics and what-nots. And of course this is a chance to improve on my Mother Tongue as well. It's appalling to know I have been living with this library going unnoticed, under one roof. Almost positive this stack will keep me away from the library for a good one month or so.
Time to rev up that brain engine of mine before school semester starts all over again.
5:03:00 PM;
Sunday, July 24, 2011
9:54:00 PM;
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
If not for him, who would I be today?
As he entrusts me with it, it was a sure sign of the faith he has in me.
It set me thinking.
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Thank goodness he came out of it unharmed. With that, Dad brought home the lorry. Been eons since I hopped on that smooth ride. Back in the tk days, that was my ride everyday to and fro school every single day. He kept his promise.
Today, it was like old times all over again. Had a good talk with my Father about matters. Since recent times, I never thought this special bond could be forged between me and my Father. A preconceived perception has been etched in my mind, making Fathers an isolated figure of authority. An absent presence, likened to that of Mr Bennet aye.
Never did I realize my Father was different from his Father. Never did I realize that my Father is more affectionate (¬ afraid to show it) than any man I know & more approachable to discuss about anything under the sun (& never brushing me off & letting his pride take over his wisdom). Indeed it is a timely realization, seeing how this new phase of my life has suddenly brought an outburst of thoughts. These discussions almost serve as an avenue for me to seek solace, for an otherwise disturbed and distressed mind.
This special bond we have is nothing I could have ever imagined say 5 years back. I have a whole new level of respect for my Father. I have been foolish to think that my Father is just that man I see after 6pm who puts the bread&butter on the dinner plate. I was too foolish to see beyond the wisdom he had embedded in him, despite having only minimal formal education in his young days & even now. Having travelled all around the globe for the past 30 years as part of his advocation & work matter, indeed he has learnt beyond what any textbook can narrate to him.
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He has always imbued in me a religious upbringing. However, I cannot deny that I went astray many a times. Even now, I am constantly on that soul-searching process. Yet, things would have been harder if not for the guidance he provided me.
I hope I have not taken him for granted. Indeed it is a blessing to have a father figure present. May he be granted longevity & health by the Almighty.
12:48:00 AM;
Monday, July 18, 2011
6:45:00 AM;
Sunday, July 17, 2011
12:50:00 AM;
Been relatively dormant from the virtual world for quite some time now. I am not the addict I though I was after all. Accomplished bucket loads of things-I-have-been-dying-to-do-but-procrastination-takes-the-better-of-me.
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For the past months, there has been a strong urge to renew myself; physically, mentally, spiritually, and of course changes which extends to my surroundings (of which I have control over). I count having a room of my own one of the greatest blessings ever bestowed upon me. A personal space of sanctuary to retreat into after all the madness from a day's work. The cleanliness of my room is an extension of my state of mind. And currently, things are in disarray.
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Mom always had the upper hand of having the final say on the final paint colour. This time, I had complete creative control. For the past months, there has been a strong interest in turquoise/Robin Egg's blue. Something about the colour just exudes this therapeutic feeling that leaves me in a serene and gratifying state, macam zen gitu.
While the photos don't do much justice, trust me, I am smiling every single day I wake up to a newly painted room. It's like experiencing tabula rasa. As though having a newly painted room gives me a new lease of life. Coincidentally, it's Nisfu Syaaban today hence this is a timely reflection.
Still under construction though.
Unfortch, termites infested my bed and side table, hence the floor bed. Still comfy though. Thinking of monochrome floral/damarsk murals on the wall. Won't that be groovy?
Great dim lighting there. Ain't this just cozy. Give me a bean bag & a small full-stocked fridge and I'll never leave my room.
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12:42:00 AM;
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Bidding for next semester's modules are on. Fortunately, I succeeded in getting 4/6 of the classes I bid for. Trying my luck to get 1-2 more just to clear core modules in time. This is a great achievement considering how most of my peers only have 1 or 2 modules. Luck may be in play. But considering the number of people achieving this same rate of success (as me) is considerably a record low, I don't think the system is to be blamed (entirely). The bidders themselves should learn some 'bidding ethics', assuming it should exist seeing how Ethics is a core module we are obliged to complete.
It seems that bidding for modules is a norm in Singapore university. Friends in overseas universities find this system alien, and I had great joy in explaining it to them. Undeniably there are the perks and downfall in such an innovative system. One thing for sure, it greatly reduces the chances of the school site from crashing. But one thing for sure, in such rat races, the whole process only proves to be as anal as it can get. Especially in such a society where 'kiasu-ism' thrives and people seem to be proud to associate it to a part of their Self&Identity.
I find it perfectly fair for me to give my view, unbiasedly. Since I got what I wanted at GSS prices, I've got nothing to lose. Peers of mind bid almost 3 times the price I did for their choice classes yet still failed to secure a spot. In it, I see a few obvious problems.
Being overly-picky
Sure, everyone wants their A+s and that uber awesome profs who captures every inch of interest and undivided attention for the next 14weeks. But, let's be realistic here. Bidding ALL your mods for the popular profs? It's like trying to ballot for NDP tickets every single year and having full confidence you'll get it. By the way, as patriotic as I can be when GE was ongoing, I doubt I would be much enthusiastic come 9th August, seeing the much amusing songs and dance they have in store. Seriously?
One thing for sure, I may be unconventional and my tactics to choose my classes may be frowned upon. But hey, seems like everyone's desperate for classes now and I spared myself that anxiety weeks ahead of everyone else. It's tried and tested and it works like a charm. I doubt many will dare adopt that method as long as that 'kiasuism' is etched in them. I still succeed in getting good grades with non-commercialised and undersold profs.
Of course I too have jumped not the bandwagon once in a while. But I am fully aware that I may not be as lucky as before to succeed in such bids. Hence, the importance of being realistic.
Apart from kiasuism, I too see a flaw in the system. You know that age old idiom: early bird catches the worm, it seems to be obsolete now. It's not about sticking to your screen, having your fingers glued to the mouse, waiting for that moment where you're one click away from writing your destiny for the next semester. It's about who has the most. The hyperinflation that constantly occurs semester in, semester out is because of the mentality that you've got to 'invest' all the e-dollars for the class you most desire for. The whole objective of teaching students to be visionaries, speculators and what-nots seem to have lost it's purpose.
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11:31:00 AM;
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I've seen photographers get on their knees to capture an angle,
And painters lay on their backs to cover their canvas
A lover gets on one knee with ring and heart in hand,
And farmers bow their backs as they tilth the land,
So why is it then considered so strange,
For a man to fall in prostration in view plain
Of all, in the middle of that street you know
Is he not an artist, or a lover, with seeds to sow?
-Ammar Alshukry
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Something that caught my attention on the web.
Never knew that besides an act of submission, there is a health benefit behind prostration.
2:38:00 PM;
Friday, July 1, 2011
Shameless Confession
If you haven't knew yet, girls share everything with one another. You know we're at it when you hear the girly giggles or see those searing scorns we give on another. Although sometimes, some things are just worth keeping to yourself.
I found this one particular 'fetish' of mine seems rather fascinating. Hence I decided to share with Judd&Dougie during our lunch date today. Never thought it would become an object of ridicule. Ouh on the side note, IKEA's meatballs&chicken wings are now Halal. Hey, what do you know!
Back then, I took the liberty of updating Judd on the going ons of the GE via whatsapp, despite being fully aware it was redundant. Come one, even the Pakistan online news was covering our GE, to think the british news would not have covered it?
I was rather overzealous, being reeled in and getting caught up amidst the GE hype. Dad&I spent quality father-daughter time watching online telecasts of rallies. I even made my way down for my first life one. Immediately, I had my first (ever) political crush. There I've bear it; that's my confession. Not sure how hilarious it seems to be but it has become a source of entertainment for 2 beastly souls I call friends.
How it all began:
There's an overrated superficial description many women desire for their dream man: tall, dark and handsome. Us being of indian descent, the 'dark' component becomes an inside joke. Moving on, the charisma of a tall Pritam Singh, swept me off my feet. The rigor in his speeches and the oozing passion for the nation (go youtube him leading the pledge, I was there yo!) is admirable. In addition, one always feels a connected to these leaders when communal issues pertaining to your own race is addressed directly, something many other nominees seemed to ignore, maybe because . After all, he has a diploma in Islamic studies. Something I myself is lacking in. Hence, the admiration.
Probably the overtly enthusiastic manner in which I expressed this interest seems to much for them to handle, making me sound as though I was promoting a future husband. Hey, it's not bad a catch, don't you think? Earning a (more than) decent salary, bright prospects beyond being an MP (he is pursuing his juris doctor in SMU), and mature in age and thoughts.
There, a shameless confession which quite frankly, I do find rather hilarious after reading it, now that the cat's out of the bag.
10:55:00 PM;