I know that this might not seem appropriate for me but...
Fizah, stop being so cute can? LOL.
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Latest from Channelnewsasia.com
Pedra Branca or in Malay, known as Pulau Batu Puteh, is now Singapore's.THE HAGUE: The International Court of Justice (ICJ) at The Hague in the Netherlands has awarded sovereignty of Pedra Branca island to Singapore, while the sovereignty of Middle Rocks has been awarded to Malaysia.
The world court delivered the judgement on Friday, after several rounds of written and oral pleadings by disputing countries Singapore and Malaysia. The ICJ last heard arguments from both sides in November 2007. (Source)
*transforms into Ryan Seacrest*
"The winner, by 12 million votes, of American Idol 2008 is......"
American Idol is definitely one of the best talent search contest. I've been following the show since the start of the season and finally, the long awaited finale has arrived.
It's down to two Davids. Both very talented, with two totally different personalities.
The Nokia Theatre turned into a boxing ring for the two contestants. I guess American Idol has decided to have a change since Nokia Theatre will be it's new "home" for the Idol finale(s). As such, prolly they've decided to give it a go to bring in boxing to the final showdown. Something different for a change. Kudos to American Idol.
Back to the show...
It was so clear during the final performance show that Archuleta has got the winning vote from the judges. I mean, it's not because I'm being biased just because he is my favourite among all the contestants, but I have to agree with the judges. Archuleta's performance was WOW. His song choice showed off his vocal talents and I must say, he did real good. REAL good.
Cook however wasn't getting on the good side of the judges, especially the "infamous" Simon Cowell. The judges thought that he had some problems in his song choice. In my opinion, maybe the songs he chose were unfamiliar but then again, I thought his performances weren't very impressive from the previous episodes.
At the end of the 3 rounds, Simon Cowell called the night a "knock-out". Archuleta gained "victory" in all 3 rounds. Sorry Cook, but I think, Archuleta's gonna win. No doubt, the fans were all Cook-sided and Archuleta only got the shrieking screams of his female fans in the theatre itself, but I've got to say, I'm putting my bets on Archuleta.
So who will be the next American Idol?
The very cute and young David Archuleta who stands out with his amazing vocals despite being the baby of the whole lot.
David Cook, the most inventive contestant with a strong identity who always know how to rock the stage.This is like an overdued post. Prolly because I was still in a state of recovery. A recovery from my two previous posts. Don't bother asking what happened.
As of now, I'm so totally over it.
As for my holidays, I'd rather not go into detail of what I did. Thanks to family company, it helped kept my mind off the "crisis" for the whole time. The holidays are kinda long, considering the fact that I don't have lessons on Thursdays and Fridays.
So let's get on with it....
First up, a random chalet by Nek Mamee's family at Downtown East Blk K on the Saturday. The chalet was organised because Kak Lin is a member of NTUC or something like that and so they got free nights at Downtown East. So there were lots and lots of food. I couldn't be bothered to snap pictures because was apparently gorging ..... ok maybe not.. indulging (aahh.. better) in the good barbeque food. It's been a while not getting some good barbeque food.
The bulge on my stomach would explain how much I've enjoyed the food. :)
Next was another fulfilling dinner at Sakura International Buffet at Orchard Shopping Centre.
Yes, Orchard Shopping Centre. You guys must be wondering where the hell!!
It's the building near California Fitness nearby Cathay Cineplex and The Heeren. Yes... THAT is Orchard Shopping Centre.
It was my first having dinner at Sakura International Buffet. So I didn't know what to expect. I've only been to Family International Buffet which was previously at Tampines Mall.
Had dinner with Uncle Sham's family who invited us. My family guessed that there was some celebration, and yes it was Danish Irfan's birthday. That boy just turned 11. My dad made a joke saying "Oh ni mesti Danish dah baligh kan?" (Oh this must be because Danish just reached puberty right?)
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The birthday boy who was super happy and excited over his new Adidas watch.
A game of pool while waiting for available bowling alleys.
The bowling shoes very pretty kaaann!?!!?!?
I was surfing around and decided to do some googling on my own about random stuff. I was kinda surprise seeing this....
What's up with that logo? What are the Google people trying to tell us with that logo?
No no. I'm not making a big fuss out of it. Just find it kinda weird. I could hardly even tell if the logo spells "Google". Usually there's a theme right for the random logos, but this? I don't see a theme. Is it a public holiday over in some other country that I don't know about? Or maybe an underground "Technology Day" being celebrated by all technology geckos.
Well, at the end of it all, it really isn't my problem.
Ayat Ayat Cinta is a beautifully portrayed Islamic love story – a tale of a virtuous Muslim protagonist who overcomes all obstacles of life maintaining pure ideals.
Fahri bin Abdillah is a poor, intelligent student who wins a scholarship to complete his graduate degree at Egypt's esteemed Al Azhar University. Very disciplined and dedicated by nature, Fahri embraces his life in Cairo, completing his studies and translation of religious books with full enthusiasm, exactly according to pre-determined targets.
Only one goal is left unattempted: the pursuit of marriage.
For Fahri is innocent and pure, and doesn't believe in the concept of relationships prior to marriage. He is inarticulate and shy around women. All his life, only two women have been close to him – his mother and grandmother.
Life changes drastically in Egypt for he suddenly finds himself surrounded by four beautiful, distinctly different women.
Maria Girgis, a shy, open-minded Coptic-Christian neighbor who is attracted to the teachings of the Holy Al Quran, finds herself falling in love with Fahri (a fact she only reveals to her diary).
Nurul, a student at Al Azhar like Fahri, is the Muslim daughter of a renowned Indonesian cleric. Fahri feels unworthy of her and thus ignores his feelings for her, leaving her confused and guessing.
Noura, an abused Egyptian neighbor, develops strong romantic feelings for Fahri, who in turn simply sympathizes with her situation. His romantic rejection destroys her and eventually leads to a false accusation of rape.
Aisha, a German Turkish student in Cairo haunts Fahri with her beautiful eyes. Following an incident on the metro where Fahri defends her against narrow minded bigoted Muslims, both immediately develop feelings for each other.
As the story unravels, the protagonist makes the audience face the daunting decisions he himself faces, and forces us to marvel at his undying loyalty to the true ideals of Islam as he ultimately makes the choice of a lifetime.
For my review, click here.
For some reason, I feel like I have alot of weight on my shoulders. Other than that, I have the most tired facial expression ever for the past few days/weeks/months.
What is making me feel so tired?
Why am I feeling so drained?
It's only been four weeks of school and I have a test to study for and a report submission just this week alone. Gee...
Other than dreading school at the moment...
A piece of good news.....
LONDON and PARIS
HERE I COME!!!!!!
I'm going to London/Paris in June for a study trip yaw! At least something to look forward to aye? Ooooo.. I'm beginning to see green. LOL. Gosh. London and Paris. The last time I knew, it was just a dream and the closest I could get to London and Paris are pictures or advertisements with Eiffel Tower or Big Ben on it.
But right now.. RIGHT NOW! I'm really gonna be breathing in the Europe air in about 3 weeks time.
Oh.My.God.
Let me just breath right now.
The love of a mother can't be accounted for.
The sacrifices.
The unconditional love.
The 9 months of bearing extra weight.
The sleepless nights due to cries.
The household chores.
The cooking.
If I were to go on, your computer/laptop would end up being in sleep mode.
There's too much to list down regarding the job of being a mother. Therefore, as a token of appreciation to all the mothers in the world, this day exists.
Mother's Day.
Well, some people might think that..
"We can always show mothers how much we love them every other day."
"We don't need to wait for such a day just to show our appreciation."
"What's the big hoo-haa about Mother's Day? It's not like it's a public holiday."
Do we always say "I Love You" to our mothers? Prolly, we don't even remember to say thank you for the wonderful dinner she prepares each night. So what's so wrong about being a little more appreciative of the existence of Mother's Day. At least it gives us, the sons and daughters, a chance to say "I Love You" or "Thank You" to our mothers.
A small celebration held at J's Wok and Grill at Bedok North. Not a very grand occasion. Just a small gathering with close relatives, having lunch together. Yes, lunch. Not dinner because many restaurants and diners are fully booked. Bummer.
The company was great.
The food was... okay.
The service was... not marvellous. They could have improved on waiting time though.
Oh, and one thing, my glass smells of an Indian meenachi.
Really. I'm not kidding.
Well, it was a simple yet great occasion to honour the mothers and especially to Nenek who is not in very good condition right now. Let's just pray for her recovery....
The day didn't end there for the rest of us. Went over to Esplanade and Marina Square just to enjoy the family company. Ballads of the Cliche, an Indie Pop underground Indonesian band performed at the riverside at Esplanade.
I guess that's about it.
Great celebration.
Greater company.
Greatest mother.
To Mother,
Eventhough you get angry at me, and sometimes it's the other way round, you're still the most wonderful mother. I'm glad to be your daughter. You've been my bestfriend, my partner, my mother, my sister. Everything. I thank you so much for bringing me into these world and of course continue to bring me up. Throughout these 18 years, I've learnt more about the "thrills" of growing up. I understand more of the naggings I get, the scoldings, the constant reminders, the worries you have. I know, no special gift, present, flowers, chocolates can measure up to how much love you've showered me. Thank you for the unconditional love. Thank you for looking out for me. Thank you mother for being MY mother.
Yours truly,
Daughter
Despite having to suffer from a splitting headache, I had to overcome the nervous-ness of having to face such an event. I was pretty sure I'm prepared for it but one can't be too confident right?
I went through everything again that had to be gone through. I tested my memory to see if I could remember what is supposed to be remembered. Thanks to the revision I attended, it was all worthwhile. It really helped me.
Then it was time.
As time passes by, I'm getting more and more confident. After 3 weeks or so of not touching the handle bars, getting on the bike and zooming around the circuit..
I made it in record time.
The weather is killing me. There's just something about the weather temperature nowadays that makes me feel like running naked. Seriously. Buay tahan ah!
Shucks, I wouldn't even mind diving into a block of super gigantic block of ice even if it means leaving me in a bad concusion and permanent brain damage. The weather itself is already driving me nuts. Thank God it did rain for a while today but it adds on to my frustration about the scorching heat. The humidity, gosh. It's just.... ARGH! I feel like taking a dip in the swimming pool.
Everyone is feeling the unbearable hot weather that has been going on for days now.
So, to make everyone happy, a message to the humanitarian race..
Dad told me a story yesterday. He saw a fight between an Indian lad and a (group) of transvestite(s), or in simpler "Singaporean" terms, Bapok. (Note: I placed "group" and "s" in brackets. You'll see what I mean as you read on.)
So here goes....
He was at Changi Village when he saw the Bapok and the Indian lad starting a "drama". The Indian lad thought that he would have a "chance" with the transvestite. He decided to trick the Bapok into believing that he was a policeman and he needed to frisk "him". The Bapok did fall for it and so the lad had his chance to touch "him" all over.
But then, the Bapok thought something fishy was going on. So "he" demanded for a warrant from the Indian lad. Well, he knew he was already in deep shit, and so started the war of words. The Indian lad's friend came over to see what was happening and soon after which, the Bapok called "his" other Bapok friends. The Indian lad ran away, leaving his innocent friend behind, fighting for his life after being attacked by the group of about 10 bapoks. Breasts were revealed, heels were thrown around and of course the innocent guy begging for his life. LOL!
My dad, trying to be heroic thought that he had to stop the fight la of course. So he came up to them....
Dad: "Eh dah la tu sayang... jangan gadoh2. Kesian tau dier"
[Eh, enough la dear. Don't fight. Pity the guy]
Bapok: "Tak boleh bang. Dier mmg kurang ajar. Nak kener ajar dier cukup2"
[Cannot ah dear. This guy is very rude. We need to teach him a lesson]
Dad was trying to "sweet-talk" them to stop the fight. Explains why dad called the bapok "sayang". Dad thought that he could probably "trick" the bapok into believing the police was around the corner so that they would eventually stop beating up the poor lad.
Dad: "Eh jangan la. Police ada kat sana tau. Nanti diorg nampak."
[Eh, don't la. The police is just over there. They would see you guys fighting]
Bapok: "Eh bagos bang. Mmg nak suro police tgk pon. Padan muka dier."
[Eh, that's good. We definitely want the police to see this. Serves him right.]
Guessed, Dad's plan backfired. LOL.
Well, the lad tried running away, and eventually he got into a taxi. He locked the doors of the taxi and thought he could get away. I guess luck wasn't on his side because one of the transvestite actually stood infront of the taxi, not letting the taxi get away. The other transvestites opened the door of the front passenger seat since it wasn't locked and tried to still beat that poor lad up, even in the taxi. The taxi driver forced the lad to get out of the taxi.
Poor poor lad. Pity him though. His friend just left him to fight for his ownself. I told dad "Why didn't you record it?! I could have put it up in YouTube!" Dad said "Why didn't I thought of it?"
Haha. Father, father... you always have something to say eh. That's why I love love you :)
Well, I'm a very weird person. Who isn't? I'm very unequal. Well, like everyone else, their left and right are never the same. The differ in terms of size, shape, length and so on and so forth. Though the difference isn't seemingly obvious, I feel that mine is just a wee bit more noticeable.
For instance, shoe size. Up til now, I'm still a lil bit unsure about my shoe size. It's either 7 or 8. Why? If I were to buy 7, my right foot would feel a bit tight, depending on the cutting of the shoe. However, if it was size 8, the left shoe would be too loose on my left foot. The difference is probably about 1/2 an inch between my two feet, but the 1/2 an inch felt like it's a meter.
That's shoe sizes.
Another example are my eyes. When I look in the mirror, I feel like my eyes are totally equal, in terms of shape. Truth and behold, they're not. When I take passport photos, I examine them carefully. I notice that my eyes are just so really weird. Oh, you expected me to post a picture of my passport photo? For real? You've got to be kidding. Well, yes, my eyes aren't equal. My nose bridge also isn't right. Just the bone structure. The doctor told me. I'm not making it up. Oh, and also, my left eye has triple eyelids, and my right eye had double eyelids. The center of my brow, isn't center. You do get what I mean right? Oh, to top it all off, my eyes do not have the same degree. There's a difference of 50.
Just today, I found out something else.
I bought my monthly pair of coloured contacts and thanks to the opitician, my left eye is suffering from a bit of "astigmatism". Right. Now I see double. Lucky for me, it's not so crucial so I'm still "considered" normal.
Why I'm even blogging about this? No idea.
Note: My sister hasn't remembered the password to the computer -.-
It's a new start for my fellow lovely Nira-ians. We welcome all the new ones to Nira and it was nice seeing new faces. Eventhough it's only the first time seeing all the new-comers but I felt as though they've bonded quite well. Mcm gerek gitu lorh!
And of course seeing our Fid and Ainn there... SO FUN!
Well Nira, how can I not love you? :)
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