When guitar meets Didi.

"I wish I can fly away far away from here to land that states 'HOME'."

That very sentence lingered right beneath my skull for a period of time. It is my lyric as a matter of fact. I had no idea where that line came from but all I know is that I will sing that exact line at any moment where predicaments decide to confront me. I am aware that despite my attempt on trying to evacuate from hardships is absurd, it somehow comforts me and allow me to obtain the solutions to a problem - rather than escaping from it.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

Not a fabrication.

I did not realize that my blog has the word "Chiminology" written all over it. That is until a number of my schoolmates leaked the information to me. I apologize if there has been any inconvenience whilst reading my blog for the reason that several words that have been registered in each entry are hard to digest. I am certain that you readers will be able to absorb the definition of each entry as time goes by.

I was flattered by the compliments they gave such as, "You write like those authors write in novels/storybooks." as well as, "Your English is superb." Thank you. I was indeed stupefied when I was told by Faizah & Seri that they actually make the effort to open another website just so that they are able to grasp whatever I typed. I truly appreciate the effort, Faizah & Seri.

Not only am I appreciative of the praises that were showered upon me, I'd like to show my gratitude as well towards Allah SWT & Rasulullah SAW. If it's not because of them, I would not have had the energy or the initiative to lift a finger and click on 'New Tab' merely to search for finer words and insert it to my entries. Call me pious or "that-girl-is-so-religious", I cannot be bothered and will no be troubled by those "flatteries". If I can show my gratitude towards my schoolmates due to their attempts to understand my blog, why can't I present my appreciation towards Allah SWT & Rasulullah SAW, the ones whom we should find most valuable, superior and worth recognizing for?

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

In my spaceship, I am laughing.

Would you readers put your trust in me when I say the above pictures are me? Hmm, I wonder. As I capture more photos of myself and making an effort to make it look in a very paragon way, I realized that the way I edit my photos have matured. No more clicking on 'Filter' and use 'Diffuse Glow', 'Smudge Stick', 'Colour Pencil' and more of those.

At the same time, I reckon that the maturity and whatever knowledge I've gained comes with various obstacles. It was quite an eye-opener for me when I became aware that we can learn a person merely through their actions. This has been a somewhat preternatural post. Signed in and now, OUT.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

Last Chance Saloon

'A comforting doorstopper of a read that's as addictive as solitaire'
Daily Mail

I absolutely agree with Daily Mail's comment on the novel, although I don't find it as addictive as solitaire. The plot is intriguing beyond doubt and Marian Keyes way of mathcing the words/phrases to make up a sentence is superb. To wrap it up, the novel's awesome.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

For a pessmist, I am pretty optimistic.

The liability of your love towards me might be short-termed or long-termed. I predicted that the prodigious gap among us that has been filled by fear, antagonism, silence as well as high expectations for the metamorphosis to take place at the right time in you would be eradicated.

In spite of whatever I have typed on the above-mentioned, your amusing laughter and silly jokes never fails to place a smile on my face. Thus, I still love you, Bak.

On the other hand here, the unfocused scatterbrain accomplished to force me to sip the acidity of working alongside with him. Andreas made me pin up the papers pertaining to P.E on the front board as well as the 'Disciplinary' rules (which I've yet to do). I am not a device who fulfills tasks and commands alone. I am a human, a lady indeed.

You once told me,"We are suppose to share responsibilities." That was when I realized that you were correct and indeed I ought to lend you a hand. Do not take my kindness for granted Mr Tan Zhi Andreas. When I lend you a hand that does not give you the right to leave a footprint on my head or boss me around. I abhore it.

Forget about guns or ammunition, I'm killing him with my own little mission.

Perhaps he needs an ample amount of time to acclimate to being a Chairman. Maybe. Maybe not. This will be the last opportunity I will be giving you. The referee blows the final whistle. With that, I conclude this formidable chapter of my teenage life.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

11.04 am

In another 2 hours and 56 minutes, I'll be having my Arab lesson. I have another 17 hours and 56 minutes to go, to waking up at 5 am in the morning to prepare for school. In 26 hours and 36 minutes, lessons will come to an end.

As I am counting down the hours until the next day, a lot of thoughts running through my mind. Nearly all are unfavourable but it will not dampen my spirits. One thought says I am overweight. The other says I will never grow again. Another telling me I will undergo a number of abominable episodes. Some may say that whatever I stated above are facts. Some say that I was dead wrong. But do you know what I have to say about it?

Screw those thoughts! I don't give a rat's ass!

Thoughts can never determine who I am or what I have become. It is me, who determines who I am and whatever that I have become. It is me who settle the issues, not my thoughts. Thoughts are just...thoughts.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.

The 3 notions

Here I am, sitting in front of Zakia's laptop, about to grumble about my first day of school at precisely 4.44am. Unlike other mediocre girls, I'll skip the morning introduction. I am not writing a novel. While I was walking towards the school gate, I realized I am now, as of yesterday, a high school girl. ;D

Apart from wishing that people would make way specially for me while I was strolling in along with the other students towards the schoolgate, which they did not, I was expecting a decent and jovial first day of school. It was the otherwise ostensibly.

First and foremost, my self-introduction towards my new class was considerably absurd and comical. Mr Tay, who is currently my form teacher, told us to inform 1 or 2 good things about ourselves in front of the whole class. When it was my turn to spill the info, I said, "I'm good at being good." Humiliating myself in front of my current classmates was certainly not my intention.

2nd-ly, it was Mr Tay's task to appoint a Chairman as well as a Vice-Chairman. I snickered upon hearing Andreas's name as the Chairman but I've forgotten how to chuckle when I was appointed to be the Vice-Chairman. I have to work alongside with him?! It can't be that bad working with him, right? You kidding me? It's Andreas we're talking about. On the lighter note, it was good that he looked assiduous whilst marking the attendance. Perhaps this atrocious idea of him being a Chairman would make him more responsible and mature.

Thirdly, we[me & Andrea]cannot even agree with each other without having a dispute. He was the one who did not co-operate with me. I pleaded you to submit to Mr Tay those admin stuffs. Your moronic excuse was that you were sleepy and indeed needed forty winks. I had a reasonable reason which I'll clarify subsequently, in the next entry I hope.

Yours Faithfully, Sincerely & Truthfully,
Is.