My eid has been very dull. SERIOUSLY.
Thus, i ended up watching House M.D. Season 4 and 5. There are about 7 more series on season 5 to go and soon, I shall start with the brand new season 6.
Till later…
“For every minute you’re angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness”
“The heart is happiest when it beats for others.”
Happy Eid!
Eid used to be so much fun. As we grow older, somehow, the fun began to cease.
There will be time when we will stop receiving and start giving. Yes, I’m talking about the angpau. Not that I have any problem with that, but then, when the time comes, there will be no more thrilled in opening each envelope to figure out the amount of money it contains. Instead, we will start filling our own envelopes to give out to the kids. That will be 6 years ahead for me.
I kinda miss receiving raya cards. Few hours ago, I stumbled upon a few things from my pasts. A diary which I wrote when I was in standard 6 up until form 1, a handful of cards ( which include raya cards, good luck wishes and birthday cards ). Last year, I received two cads from my new colleagues in INTEC. A card from NedD and another one from Hisyam. This year, all I received were text messages. No, I’m not complaining, but it really shows how things change as we grow older.
I’ve been crapping enough. Till later.
So, after almost 3 months of on-off posts, this post is gonna be a long one. There are 1001 reasons behind this.
- Currently, I’m glad that my trial examination has finally drawn its curtain down.
- It takes me a while to accept everything, sorted everything back into their respective position and just endures what God planned for me on Earth.
So, let’s rewind to three months earlier; July I supposed. I had my birthday on the 11th. A couple of my friends carried out two surprises on me a day earlier ( as they don’t want me to suspect anything that they planned ). The first surprise was held outside of KFC ( filled with tones of unknown people looking at us shouting / screaming like hell outside the restaurant ), followed by a lovely dinner right after that. Then, on the way back to the hostel, my colleagues decided to blindfold me and dragged me to a nearby park ( FYI, it’s about 10 smtg and we have our curfew at 11 ). As soon as I opened my eyes, I was surprised seeing candles in with ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ sign and other small candles tagged along. That was a few seconds before I was attacked by endless throw of water balloon ( which contain some weird – smelly ingredients in it ) and then snowed by a packet ( ½ ) of flour.
A week later, my parents and my sis were in KL as my sis was heading back to Sydney. A day before, we celebrated, my birthday at Asiari ( Vietnamese restaurant in SACC mall ). Then, we headed to Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil to watch a football match between MU and the Malaysia team. Although I’m more of a F1 fan compared to a football fan, I really enjoyed the game. It was amazing to see Michael Owen in action as well as Wayne Rooney.
Throughout July I was pretty busy handling a musical. Not as a director though, I was a CREW on a musical. Thus it has come to my responsibility to make sure all the props were ready for the musical. Ausmat did a musical on Grease, and I had fun creating a car with ‘GREASE’ written on it. It was GREAT being in a musical production. All the CREWS and CASTS tagged along well, and I ended up knowing more people in INTEC. Being in musical reminded me of my acting and dancing years in Assunta. It’s kinda funny to thing about those experiences as I can’t really act or dance. It began when I was 6, if I’m not mistaken, dancing in a dress with a boy wearing a tuxedo. Then, when I was in standard one, I was a dancer for an Aladdin musical. Followed by being the head of the Dwarfs in Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs.
August was not bad, yet not as exciting as July. It was an extremely busy month with tests, quizzes, assignment dateline, you name it. The best thing was celebrating Qilah’s birthday ( a Korean maniac, and my sifu in anything involving Korean artists, reality shows etc ). We had a marathon around Akasia, saving ourselves from being thrown with eggs and flour. Then, in the middle of the month, there was Malam Gema Warisan by those classes taking Malay. It was a cool night, seeing a bunch of people you knew acting on the stage, judged by Pierre Andre and others.
Currently in September, as I wrote earlier, I just sat for my trial examination. It was a huge relief after spending two weeks around books and more books. Current addiction is playing the games in Facebook. From Mafia Wars to Farmville and now, Pet Society. LOL. Anyway, Raya is around the corner and I shall be heading to Alor Setar soon.
So, that’s all for now.
Till later, peeps..
My family calls me adik. My aunts, uncles and cousins call me eja. My closest friends in SMART call me Az. Faiz calls me Azna. Dyah and my other housemates call me Jijah ( on certain occasion ). Zul, Azu, Pipo and Amir call me Kak Jah. Damirah calls me Zeza. NedD calls me Aze. Jar Yee and other college mates call me Azreeza. Those mentioning my name for the first time usually call me Azreena.
No matter what they calls me, I’m still the same person.
Now, lets put this concept into Malaysians.
No matter what are our given names, races, religions or beliefs, we still stand as one.
Happy 52nd Birthday, dear country.
I will always love you.
