There goes it

The Ataris goes: Only two more days until your birthday....



Ha! I wish. After you multiply the original 5 days of my mid-sem break, you get A WEEK AND A HALF. Then you subtract that further and it totals to, let me see, ahah. 2 DAYS. Less than 2 days in fact.


Hooray. Not.


I used to say to my mum; when I turn 18, I'm gonna pack all my things and leave home and never come back.
That was said during the not-so-good days. And obviously, the aftermath of reading too many fiction stories. Leave home and never come back my ass.



10 things I love about home:


1. I don't have to eat healthily. All the junk food and everything the not-veggies.

2. I could afford to be sick and still refused to take my medicine.

3. I can be fat and be totally be fine with it.

4. I can sleep at 4 am and wake up at noon WITHOUT setting the alarm clock.

5. Neverending supply of hot water.

6. In-satisfactory-condition room and messy bed.

7. Bibits!

8. F & F, family and friends- funny they come at number 8 but who cares.

9. Being back in Miri- and this, number 9. Again, WHO CARES?


And last but not least,


10. NO quizzes, NO tests, NO presentations, NO studying.



The FRIM visit was yesterday. I totally missed it. As much as jungle-trekking and Bio was fun, I would rather be in Mall, eating ice-cream and having pauses conversation with my old friends. Luckily the report and assignment are to be done in group. And luckily they haven't covered much on the other subjects. Now I can breathe. This should teach me to never self-extend my hols ever again. Bleh. As if that would happen.

Why is it that the others have months and months of hols while I only have 2 weeks of hols max? Maybe I've enrolled in the wrong place. Lol. After this, it'll be hectic. Make that hectic and hell. To cover 5-6 chapters in less than a month for 5 subjects. Let's see whether I'll have the time to call Dad crying and complaining on how I couldn't solve those physics questions.

Ah, at least I got some good memories this time.

+ Burnt cookies. Exploded egg in microwave. +

I'm starting to think microwave is a dangerous device after all.

Oh well, what else can I say. Fun time is over.

Moments play around

Ever realised how things always turned out to be the opposites than the ones we wanted?

When we wish for the hands of the clock to stop moving, time seems to sprint after tomorrow without intolerance. When we look around desperately for the rainbow, grey clouds wave by. Beautiful moments in life especially, are not meant to last forever. Something worth fighting over, worth the tears and sweats, and worth the wait and patient. Seeing the stars present at night and absent during the day. The seconds of the sun rising and setting. To know that they're there, yet we couldn't keep them with us any longer than we would have wanted to.

Life has its own means when it comes to dealing with humans. One second we're high up in the air, wings fluttering with excitement, and the next we fall down to the ground with a thud. Toppling everything upside down, causing what was once steady to crash down on top of our heads. Then without any hint or warning, we find ourselves crawling through the mud we once carefully avoided. And then we said to ourselves, "Life is cheating on us.". On each one of us, life is constantly playing games. They could be pleasant at times, but they are, without doubt, temporary. We look up to the golden sun, shining its light so bright it's blinding and it hit us; maybe being temporary isn't such a bad thing at all.

We see far more of the thorns and weeds than we do of flowers. We work hard to tend to the lilies, to keep them blooming rather than for them to wilt and die. Then winter comes and take it all away. The sea of white, pink and blue. The breathtaking view, the sweet smelling that fumes the air but most of all, the time, money and energy spend. We blame nature. We curse the obvious unnoticed coming. But when spring comes, we find ourselves doing it all over again; planting the seeds, watering the plants, letting the colours liven the world once more. Even if we knew, one fine day, they would be wiped gone when the time came.

We threw our head back and laugh. Then halfway we stop, knowing the joy isn't there to stay. It will, one day, disappear. Is it wise to laugh now and cry later? Or do we neither laugh nor cry both now and later? Stop savouring moments to avoid the unwanted. Until enjoyment becomes a distant. Not worth it.

Various people live for various reasons. Living for him. Living for her. Living for that thing. When they screw their lives, then so do ours. When that thing gets loss, breaks or thrown away, then our lives end. We live for everything but ourselves. We stop doing things because we, for once, want them. We become puppets to our choosen masters. A reason to be controlled and to be on a leash. A reason to not have a mind of our own and to always have something to blame for. It is an idea that living shouldn't be based on anything. Not something that walks, breathes and solid.

Live for ourselves. Live for the moments which belong to ours and ours alone.

It's A Lullaby

The nightlamp at a corner of the room is switched on, lighting the total darkness and creating a dim effect on the baby laying in its cot. Its mother sits beside, patting it with a look of affection on her face. The mobile hanging on top slowly spins around emitting a soft song, sending it to sleep....

Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

And then it grows up and no lullaby in the whole world could lull it to sleep as it used to before.

When you wouldn't sleep, wishing you don't have to. Refusing to shut your eyes and giving in to the exhaustion. You're afraid of what your dreams would tell you. You're afraid of knowing what you refuse to acknowledge. You're afraid to see the hopes building up. To discover and to embrace the hurt again. And you wish the beautiful dreams would drift away, replaced with the usual pitch darkness.

When you couldn't sleep, even when every cell in your body screams for rest. You're jumpy, you're restless and your mind just wouldn't shut down. You wish your body could work like an electronic device; plug the charger in and switch it on.

And yet, it could be your only zone of comfort. Waking up in the morning and spending the rest of the day looking forward to the moment when you could get under the duvet again. Anticipating eagerly for tomorrow to arrive, hoping to kill the passing moments. Just so you could shut everything out. Every single thought, every unwanted feeling, every lingering problem.

There will come a day when a lullaby is just a lullaby.

And the lights went..poof

Funny how it seemed that wherever I went today had one thing in common; blackout. Parkson, Mall, and yeah, even Cafe Rosita.
When the lights went out in Parkson just now, I could only come out with one word to describe it : COOLNESS. Besides, how many times could you experience blackout in a shopping mall? Not many, that's how many. And just after The Golden Compass has ended too! Perfect timing. Only after a while, the enjoyment started creeping away. How were you supposed to buy stuff when it's even hard to look at them? And I was sweating. That, above all, did not spell cool.

Being that, we (Ct and A-g and me) decided to go to Mall. It was the nearest place to hang out anyway. Only to discover that, tadaaa, there's no electricity there too. But there's ice-cream which was good enough for me and the air-con was slightly cooler (good back-up power yeah) but again, we ended up doing nothing. Most of the shops were already closed or being closed so we decided to call it a day.




Oh yea, I forgot to mention the outmost important part of all: Today in history, 22nd December 2007, I, Nurisa Bt Mohd Sabri was not only EARLY for once- I was the EARLIEST one. Ha! Take that Mr. Smarty Pants! I took extra efforts to make sure of that knowing that a certain someone would have an endless list of complaints- which I'd have to hear until the day I die- if I was late for the 100th time. And also, just so he couldn't use his trademark excuse, "I knew everyone else was gonna be late anyway.". Bwahaha. Big fat evil laugh.

And oh, for Muslims, Grand Palace Hotel isn't halal anymore. Their halal certificate was withdrawn since Best Western restaurant shared its kitchen with the chinese restaurant upstairs. Just a passing information. There goes my second favourite restaurant......NOT. I have no idea why my parents love it there, I for one, HATE it. The food are nice, no doubt but... the lights are too dim. That's the main reason why I used to skip our family dinner. Good food or not. Give me kedai mamak anytime. At least they have the common sense to switch on the lights. Speaking about that and relating to the blackout in Cafe Rosita, and so, we had our romantic candlelight dinner. I did mention about hating dimmed lights earlier didn't I?

Another day

At last I can sit down and blog. After sweeping the floor, did the dishes and laundries and a number of other things. Save the jaw-dropping-OMG-I-couldn't-believe-she-did those reaction because those are what I've just done.

My maid's not here and someone had to do those okay.

Hari Raya Aidiladha. 80% of the food were imported from Gran's house. Except for the roasted lamb, baked cheese cake and mixed veggie with cream cheese. An applause for my mum for whipping those up last minute. At least it wasn't such a disaster. Haha. I doubt I could do those- I'd burnt her cookies last night by setting them at 3 minutes in the microwave instead of 30 seconds. Needless to say, I managed to stink the whole house on my first day back.

Some things just never change.

By the way, can you believe she said I lacked common sense??
How could she! My own mother!
Just because I scrubbed the potatoes by hands instead of using the green sponge. And spreading butter on those using a knife instead of using the brush thingy.
How should I know! Then Dad piped in saying I needed to learn or else I wouldn't be able to cope in the future. Which is why I must make enough money to hire a maid. Easy peasy.
Oh well. At least they sounded worried instead of insulting. That I can accept.
Maybe I should start worrying as well. On a second thought, let's save that for the future. I have other things to worry about.

Like trying to stay awake because I'm already sleepy right now. Slept at 2 am yesterday. Hmm.. what was I doing? Oh. Playing Warcraft. Then Mum had to wake me up at 7.42 am. Something concerning the tea set. I ignored her but my guilt prevented me from going back to sleep and so I set to the kitchen.

"Where's the tea set?"

"I washed them already."

Yeah, it was already on the dining table. Whoopy.

"I'll go back to sleep then."

As if. By 11.30 am, I still haven't taken my retainer off, brushed my teeth or washed my face. And I was still in my nightgown. Gross.

We had lunch at Gran's. She's the caterer of the day, lol. She even dropped by just now to send more food. Something tells me we'll be using the microwave a lot in the next few days. Stayed there until four something where I managed to stuff myself and took a short nap. I blame the bread. It was so soft!

Anyway, finished another book today. Then then then, it was my duty to clear the table. I was trying to figure out how to wash the dishes since there were a lot when Zahir came into the kitchen, rolled the sleeves of his dark purple baju Melayu (despite me going around the house announcing the theme of the day was RED), and offered to wash half of them.

Whoa. The world must had turned upside down.

"Why would you wanna do the dishes?"

"In life, we must give and take."

Give and take my foot. He only knows how to take. Give, apparently, has never registered in his dictionary. His biggest contribution whenever our maid's not around so far is throwing the garbage out once in 2 days. I wasn't going to say no though. So he did half of them while I completed my other chores.

Huhu. He's worst than Mum. And she's like the most immaculate person I've ever known. He took 30++ minutes just to wash 5 plates! I was tapping my fingers impatiently on the sink and trying to convince him to let me finish but he was all, "See, there's so much oil!".
Still, it was sweet of him to volunteer. Maybe he's not as spoiled as I thought. Maybe.

You know what's so unusual this time? Despite of my bro helping out, there wasn't so much tension in the air. Normally when my maid went back, everyone would be all tensed and twitchy because of the chores needed to be done. And normally, Zatyfaty and Zahir wouldn't even lift a finger. But this time, everyone helped out. Even Hani- she made Milo. It was a bit too sweet but nevermind that. Lol. It's only after dinner and already she went around asking about breakfast since my parents are working tomorrow. I thought she was supposed to be on a diet or something. A 7 year-old kid like her has only 4 things on her mind; food, channel 611-616, online games and animes. Soon she'll be starting on mangas. Who could blame her right?

So far, I'm enjoying this.

It's already way past midnight and I need to take a bath.
Toodles.

STUPID IDIOT MORON HIPPOPOTAMUS DUGONG KANCIL

I always told my friends, if I were to die, then the biggest possibility was me being hit by a car. Or anything that has to do with cars really. Because unfortunately, my senses don't include cars.

BLOODY KANCIL

There. And maybe I could blame Yazid as well while I'm at this. He was the one who drove anyway. The moment I arrived in Miri, and he already tried to kill me. Or in his words, "pulled a stunt so that I would never ever drive,". Yea, rite.


He was trying to catch the traffic light; it showed green. It was raining and he was speeding. Then a stupid bug of a Kancil suddenly appeared from the left, and it was speeding as well. AND the driver didn't even bother slowing down when he/ she saw an Unser coming. Seeing that, bro tried braking but that didn't work so he had to
swerve to the right, right into the next lane. 

The road was slippery.

And the car spinned 245 degrees.

Then he swerved the car back into the left lane, and it jerked as if something had hit it. But thank God nothing did and we were all still alive.

STUPID IDIOT MORON HIPPOPOTAMUS DUGONG KANCIL
That goes to its driver as well.

Not a word about that to Mum okay.

Oh. She's asking me to make Earl Grey tea for Dad.

So.

How do you make tea?