blow me away

1- keep it messy, but not too messy

2- cap/hat or shades

3- knows how to play something

4- cool shoes

Congratulations, with just the above 4 simple things, you've blown me away. ain't that hard to impress me right, well, at least you knocked me off on the first look! 

but personality is what counts in the end. 

the earth song

i realized i haven't been blogging for quite some time now. i always have so much to write about when i'm in my class, but once i got back and i turn on the computer, 'what was it i wanted to wrote about just now?' is always the question i ask myself. 
it was Earth Hour a few days back. and i just played the Earth Song from Michael Jackson. to be honest, this song still creeps the hell outta me. this is the first song i ever loved from MJ. i was very much a little kiddo when i first got to know him. my sister told me a few times how i play the tape of Michael Jackson's concert and instead of singing or dancing to the songs, all i do is stare at the television and count how many ladies fainted in the video. *i am cute right?* i don't remember any of these. and the most probable explaination to why i was counting is that i just learnt numbers from my mum and grandpa. haha...

as an animal lover, i enjoyed watching the video because there's so much animals in the video. i remember elephants, whales and rhinos in the video. and it broke my heart watched how men kill these endangered species just to get their trunk and leave them to die. then, we have deforestration. i got to see the damage done-which is the whole forest was cleared off, there were no trees as the effects of deforestration. 

wanna know which scenes in the music video brings goosebumps to me?? *i bet if i watch the video right now, i would still have goosebumps and the same scenes* when the big, heavy elephant got up to its feet and started walking, when the earth shook and the barks of the trees became one without a single defect. *tearing up as we speak* i don't quite remember the other parts of the video.

last but not least, at almost the end of the video, where MJ would cling on to two trees with the strong wind, and the smoke. he was screaming along the song, as he stomps his feet on the ground, summoning the forces of nature to get up and fight against the cruelty of man. and in the end, everything went back to its original condition, and the world is at peace again.

~when i was a kid, i thought Michael Jackson was a lady. i didn't know his name, i knew him as the girl who has long dark curly hair, face so white, in a black suit and a black hat with some of her hair in front of her face. she's humble when she went up to get her award. i would just stare at her face not understanding a word she said, but somehow, i was happy and excited for her win. yeah, that girl is Michael Jackson~

R.I.P Michael Jackson

*giggles non-stop*

to those who doesn't know me, i giggle a lot when i'm nervous. imagine when i'm super nervous, my face becomes hot as i continue giggling, and trust me, i can't even speak when i've started giggling. so, i'm easily bullied and matched-made with someone else in class, because i won't be able to deny it as i giggle too much. *i don't giggle because i'm shy, i giggle because i find it funny* my guy friend once called me Darling in the cafeteria and some of the guys turned around and stared at me, and i can't help to giggle and laugh about it. i couldn't help it, that's just what i do.
so...it happened again, in the bus.
remember i told you something about me in the village for some community project? *if you have no idea, you can read a teeny bit about it here* well, we, dental students shared bus with the medical students. it happened that one of my 1st-year-crush was there, sharing the bus with me. haha...who'd thought!
things started when he sat at the seat next to mine. we didn't actually sat next to each other, but he was on the left and i was on the right, separated by a space for people to enter the bus. i was kindda nervous sitting next to him, i really liked him, but something happened last year that i stopped smiling at him. we were total strangers if we met each other anywhere on campus. 
thanks to my friend, who spilled everything to another friend who shared the seat with me, within hours, my whole group found out that i really like him. Oh, GOD!!! i kept denying, but when there's just too much girls smiling and teasing me around, i just smiled and shut up!
things got worse on the last day of us sharing the bus, because by this time, everybody got to know that i liked him. as soon as he entered the bus, everybody (well, not exactly everybody) kept calling my name. i was just a few rows away from him, my, my! imagine how i was feeling at that moment. i tried to calm myself down, but i ended laughing and giggling the whole time. i bet he heard me giggle so hard, and i'm pretty sure he realized the fact that my name was called more than a few times on the bus. 
in the end, i turned my face to the window and tried to focus my mind somewhere when i heard the song on the radio. there couldn't be a more perfect timing for this song, i swear! it was Jo Bhi Kasmein from Raaz. one of my favourite songs, the song that made me fell in love with Dino Morea. the meaning of the song goes like this:
"Whatever vows we had taken,
the promises we had made together,
you alone had brought the mornings into my life,
do you remember?"
it's not like the both of us promised to love each other or anything like that, but the song itself was just so dramatic. 
i'm a drama queen, what do you expect right?
that was pretty much one of those days where i felt like digging a hole and hide myself in it for the rest of my life. but of course nothing like that happened. we met again in the sundry shop on campus, and the cashier asked him how was the village. and for whatever reason, i smiled. wonder what amused me. he said the village was cool. and i joked to the cashier, 'luckily we didn't enter your village, or things would be worse'
and he just looked at me, while i kept my cool, joking with the cashier. ha ha.
~end of story. thank you for spending 8 minutes on this post. it's crazy, i'm crazy!~

breastfeeding

Assalamualaikum, readers. i just got back from conducting a survey in a village in Kelantan. i went there for 4 days, spent almost 10 hours every day in the village. while i was conducting survey, i had lots of fun chasing ducks, watched the geese and waved Hello to the cows. oh, i even pat a sheep on his head. i was a Kampung Girl. haha..
back to the story-on the 3rd day of the survey, my team and i entered two houses whereby the mother breastfed her baby in front of us. there was no covering whatsoever, and i felt very much uncomfortable. i don't know why, but i did. as much as i tried being very professional and asking the mother questions, some parts of me felt uncomfortable of the mother breastfeeding in front of us, strangers. we may be students, but we're still no family members of hers, and she was okay with it. 
found out that the guy in my team also felt uncomfortable, but he was totally okay with it, because breastfeeding is good for the baby. for that reason, he told me to be professional and not think too much. somewhat i felt embarrassed-a guy can totally understand, why can't i? is there something wrong with me?
i thought deep on this matter, wondering why in the word can't i accept the fact that a mother can breastfeed in her house, in front of people.
and i found the answer.
all this while, i've been implementing the idea that breastfeeding is an intimate session between a mother and her child. this is when the mother would look into her child eyes and communicate with him/her. it's the very most important and crucial time of growth in kids. so, i guess, i can't accept the fact that an intimate session between two turns into something public and not sacred anymore. 
also, i'm totally okay with the idea of a mother breastfeeding in the public, but the least the mother could do is to cover up her baby with a piece of cloth or blanket. that is the least she could do. if she could do more, she would just carry the baby into a room and breastfeed her there. 
that was all i thought until i spoke to my sister on the phone.
she told me i should change the way i see things about breastfeeding. nowadays, the health department are promoting breastfeeding in public. they are encouraging mothers to breastfeed in public, without exposing too much of anything. there are a lot of maternity dresses that are breastfeeding-friendly. just a slit of pouch or pocket at the breast area and the baby is ready for his meal. 
conclusion is, i need to change the way i see things, ema must not be too conservative anymore. *funny thing is, i can be so confident in presenting myself, but i just can't stand up for a mother who breastfeed in public* 

SPM done-what to do now?

Assalamualaikum, readers. this entry in dedicated to those who have just finished high school, probably waiting for your SPM results, and who are confused of all the application forms offered by the government. 
here's a little something for you, it's very basic, and i'll let you know in my point of view.
So what options do we have exactly after SPM?
1- Diploma
2- Matriculation
3- Foundation
4- Teaching (Maktab)
*is there any more?*
okay. now we've got that laid down. what next? how do you know that's the right thing for you? let's break it down one by one alright?

1. Diploma
- it's a 3-year course, you can pick any course you want, there's tonnes of it
- once you've graduated, you can apply for jobs, even without a Degree in your hand
- however, you'll get bored of the same payment by the company, and you can't actually get better pay unless you have a Degree
- but, if you're the type who loves the work instead of studying, this is your thing

2. Matriculation
- it's a 1-year course in a college
- you will not be studying in a university just yet, but you're one step closer
- the environment in a college is pretty much like a school-university, somewhere in between. you need to wear formal clothes to class, 8am to 5pm classes daily
- you call your lecturers Teacher and Miss or Mr instead of Dr and Prof
- you have lectures and tutorials (a classroom like environment with the lecturer in front)
- the average age of students in Matriculation is 18-19 years old
- you need to struggle because you only have one year, in you mess up one of the semesters, you pretty much need to work your butt off. 
- results from Matriculation determines what course you'll be applying in university for your Degree. bad results meaning you will apply funny courses and maybe there's no job awaiting you once you've graduated. so, study smart!

3. Foundation
- it's a 1-year course in the University
- you are already in the university, studying what students in Matriculation are studying
- environment is totally University-like: you can wear formal to semi-formal clothes to class, 8am-5pm classes probably
- you call your lecturers Dr, Prof according to their titles, FORBIDDEN to call them teacher
- you still have tutorials and lectures
- average age of students in Universities taking Foundation could be 18-20 years old, but in the university, you may even see people as old as 50-60 years studying
- you may have culture shock, because of the age difference among the students in the Universities
- you need to struggle as well, same as Matriculation

4- Teaching (Maktab)
- it's a 5-year course in the Maktab
- totally school-like environment with assembly, and singing the National and State song in the middle of the field every day at 7.30am
- i don't know what they call their lecturers there, but i guess, it's Madam, Miss, Mr
- you have tutorials and lectures
- average age of students studying in the Maktab would be somewhere between 18-24 years old
- you will have a secured job as a teacher in one of the schools
- you will get training in how to stand on front of a classroom of kids and how to teach them. you'll even be put in one of the classes where there are kids in their uniform, and you are supposed to teach them
- however, there's just too much teachers nowadays that some are saying you might end up jobless because there's just too much of them

i guess some of you are still confused about Matriculation and Foundation. it's actually the same, the only thing that differentiates them is the environment: college and university

i hope with this, most of you are more clear about the education system in our country. wish you all the best in whatever you do!

#random

When I Was Your Man-Bruno Mars

"I hope he buys you flowers,

i hope he holds your hand,

give you all his hours,

when he's got the chance,

take you to every party,

coz i remember how much you loved to dance,

now my baby's dancing, 

and she's dancing with another man"

a man is devastated because he let go of a girl he loved so much. they meet again after a while, in a party. there she was, beautiful as always, but with a new man by her side. he went up the stage sometime later and requested for this song to be played. he went up to the couple and asked politely for the girl to dance. she accepted as he was not making a scene. when the song reached this part, he handed her hand to her new boyfriend, smiled and walked away, no regrets.

She Was Mine-Lawson

"Everything was easy,

everything was simple,

never felt so good when she was mine,

i wanted to remember,

never missed a second,

now i wish i could forget,

forget when she was mine"

a man visited his parents who still lived in the neighborhood where he grew up. after having lunch, he went up into his room, just to see how is the room now. he found out his room was just how he left it a few years back. he went through all his stuff, and came across a wooden box. he sat on his bed before opening the box. in it were photos, letters and cards of his girlfriend back in high school. as he went through them, he remembered the times where they were happy, laughing hard as he drove her around town in his dad's car, meeting in the cafe for lunch and lying on the grass watching the sky. he regretted his actions, and wondered how is she doing now. 

sounds perfect?

polygamy-cruel?

Assalamualaikum, readers. i just got back from Penang, so now i'm in USM Kubang Kerian, Kelantan, continuing my life as a 2nd year dental student. 
yesterday, i watched Downton Abbey Season 3, one of the last few episodes before this series come to an end, and something from the series itself gave me an idea on what to write.
as a Muslim, i know that a man can marry more than one if he think he is capable of coping with the consequences. one might think, oh, that's pretty easy, just meet the girl's family, get their consent, persuade your wife so that she agrees for him to marry another one, pay for the wedding ceremony and Ta-Daaa!!! you become a man who married more than one! but that's not all you need to think of. the burden is more now. the man needs to provide food, shelter, love and money for BOTH his wives, and if they have kids with him, he needs to provide all of those elements in the kids as well. not only that. as a Muslim, he needs to make sure his wives obey the teachings of Islam. he needs to monitor them praying 5 times a week, doing extra good deeds and many others. 
why must he do this? in Islam, a man is responsible for the wives and kids once the lady is married to him. so if the lady does anything wrong, the husband needs to pay for it at Judgement Day. 
can you see the responsibilities a man needs to carry when he marries one, or more than one? *where am i going with this?*
okay, back to Downton Abbey. Lady Edith works for a newspaper company in London and in the episode i watched yesterday, she confronted her boss, who is married and flirted with her. Lady Edith expressed how much she disapproves his actions. the boss opened up to her and told her that he is indeed married with a wife, but his wife is crazy, and the wife is now in an asylum. Lady Edith asked him why would he be attracted with a young lady like her? and he told her he's lonely. he has been lonely for a few years now. so, Lady Edith asked him, 'why wouldn't you divorce her?' and guess what the man said? he told her how he can't just let go of the wife, especially when she is in such condition.
this is why Islam is so great. if this thing were to happen in a Muslim community, one may get married with a second wife without abandoning the first wife. how can he not abandon his first wife when he is happy and jolly with his second wife, who is much younger? you see, a husband's responsibility is not just providing one with love. he needs to provide the wife with money, shelter and food. in the case of Downton Abbey, if the man were to divorce his wife just to marry Lady Edith, that's considered wrong in Islam. the wife needs her husband to provide her with money for her stay at the asylum. who would provide her money and food at the asylum without the husband giving money to the institution? 
i don't expect you to digest this issue all at once, because it's a VERY sensitive issue. but, i'm just sharing my point of view as a Muslim in this. however, this is my conclusion:

thanks for reading.

it's just another language

Assalamualaikum and g'day everybody.
today i feel blessed because i got to meet my friend from Matriculation, after two years. i had so much fun. *err, did we speak in different languages?* No, of course not. i was just being thankful.
alright, back to our topic for the day. languages. to start things up, how many languages do you speak? 3? 4? do people come around and make fun of the language you mastered?
you see, what i've been facing for the past few years is language freakos. they freak out when they hear something rather unusual and make fun of them. living in Malaysia, a multiracial country, our people speak different languages. the three most common languages is Malay for the Malays, English, Mandarin or Hokkien for the Chinese and Tamil for the Indians. however, there are just some people who can't seem to accept the fact that people speak in different languages than them, so they make fun of the others. for example, one might describe some dude speaking in Mandarin or Hokkien as 'ching chong chong chien' and the Indians as 'arogura arogura arorogaa' 
i'm sorry if i offended some of you, i didn't mean to make you upset and angry. but that's pretty much the truth. from what i've seen and heard after all these years, i came to a conclusion. people who are closed minds are the ones who will make fun of other languages just because they do not appreciate the beauty in each language. and i think languages are art, the fact that it's different from the language we used to speak is a challenge for us. i accept any language one speaks, and i do not make fun of them. *emm, maybe i do make fun of the way Koreans pronounce certain words. sometimes, i think they'd need to spit out phlegm every time they say certain words* 
truthfully, i think people who are so caught up in the rivals between two different languages are the ones who have a lot to lose. sometimes, movies and dramas produced by people 'different' than us, who speak different languages are better, they offer so much values about life, allowing us to open our very little mind to see what the world is really like. i honestly love to watch movies from a different language as long as there's subtitles provided. so far, i've watched Malay, English, Chinese, Siamese, Hindi and Tamil movies. and i enjoy watching them. i may not be able to understand most of what they're saying, but as i read the subtitles, i am already into the movies itself, without giving too much attention on the language boundaries that is there.