Smile and be pretty, my dear

The first time I got to know you was waayyyy back when we were in our ribena years. The time when everything else in the world doesn't matter. Hingus meleleh. Rambut gebang gebang. Baju comot sebab tumpah makanan. Omigod, if I were to look back at the picture of us when we were small, I would be stupendous! Hahahah. But oh well, that was us back then, living in our own untouched perfect world, not giving a damn about anything else in the world. I miss back then, when even the most ridiculously simplest thing gave us joy. I miss rushing back home after sekolah agama to play getah with you at our playground. I miss skipping my duty as a prefect to play getah and ting ting during recess with you and our gang, consequently causing me to lose my position as a prefect. Hahahha. Malas lagi. Padan muka.

And we both went to the same secondary school. You have your group of friends and I have mine. But still, we remain close friends. I think the fact that our house is like less than a mile apart keep our friendship still going. I remembered walking to school with you early in the morning, at 7.10 am to be precise. Hehe. And walking home with you from school. Almost always you were the one who had to go for the detour. I think I can count with my fingers the number of time I sent you off first. Hahah. Oh I am bad.

And then after high school, we took our driving lisence together. And both of us failed the first time we took it. Hahahha. BUT, both of us managed to pass on second try. Heheh. And we were both, INITIALLY, scared to drive. I remembered that incident where we were stopped by that stupid man on the Subang's flyover on the way back from Pyramid because I overtook his car a bit too closely. That incidence gave me shivers up til now. But now, amazingly you have overcome your fear to drive and has become a great driver!! Kudos to you. Hehhehe. I am still stuck at the passenger seat, for now. Am slowly regaining my confidence to drive again, though. At snail speed that is.

And then we are thousand miles apart. And each of us live our own lives and only get to meet at least once a year during my summer holiday. Eventhough we do not get to talk as much or hang out as much over the years, I still do treasure you as one of my very bestfriends.

And tomorrow you will be someone else's. And I am so happy for you. I really am. You are getting marrieddddd!!!!

Sad as well, to be honest, knowing that I won't be there on your big day. You know I would do anything to fly home and witness the most important day in your life. I wouldn't miss it for the world. But, tough luck, my finals is at stake. If not because of it, I would already be there, tagging you around like a nosy b**ch, eager to be included in the most important day of your life.

So tomorrow, just smile and be pretty, my dear. I am sure you will be a beautiful bride. Can't wait for the pictures!!!

p/s: Just make sure you can attend my wedding ok. Hehehhe.

Love you to bits bebeh.

Muah muah muah

XOXO

A year has passed :)

I've just got my results for my phase 3A exams and decided to reward myself with a new Canon camera which I ADORE so much. This was the first picture taken using that camera. This was taken whilst waiting for the train to Manchester to arrive.


After waiting anxiously for almost 2 hours at the airport, they finally arrived! Yeay! Heheh. Papa with his plastic-wrapped luggage. Classic. Hehhehe


1st day in Manchester. Both father and son apparently still sleeping whilst the mother and daugthers all already hyped up to start on with the journey! Breakfast on the first day in Manchester was roti canai (papa brought the frozen ones all the way from Malaysia. hehe) and the a-bit-too-spicy nasi goreng which I cooked.


This is one of the oh-so-cute-i-want-to-pinch-her-cheek daughters of the hosts. We bunked at two separate houses, which was just side by side as they were too many of us!


First stop was Manchester city. And this was where I dropped my newly bought camera. I almost cried! And apparently I dropped and lost my railcard here as well. Oh, dammit.


After spending a good few hours strolling around the city, we headed to Izyan's place to rest. We fought for Subway, watched papa showing his skills with the fries, we (ie Me, Izyan, Eza and Yana) hang around and talk and laugh like 4 mad people in the lounge room when papa and others were fast asleep in Izyan's room. When we went to the room, we found Papa, Mama and Mohd all curled up on a ridiculously tiny single bed! How they manage to do that still puzzle us. Hehe.

We had dinner at Rusholme and headed off to Moonlight for dessert. Yum Yum.

Yes neither of us are football fans. Haha. But we still acted as if we are interested in Manchester United. Oh at least, I did. Haha. Including this trip, I had been to the stadium 3 times. So that might explain the lack of enthusiasm. Hehe

Later that evening, we went to Old Trafford shopping mall for dinner. This picture of Mohd was taken by Izyan. Izyan with her 'genius' ideas with photography. Hahahha. This was taken whilst waiting for the bus in the freaking cold.

Next stop was Sheffield.

And this was how my room looked like when all 9 of us bunked in one room. Hahahhaha. Rest assured. My room is NOT like this all the time. Hehe.

Shopping trip to Meadowhall later that night. I bought myself a nice Topshop bag for just 15 pounds! Only to find out later that one of the zip was ripped off. Damn you. But I managed to sew them back together, another 8 months later. Heheh.

OMG. The trip to Castleton. Our so called plan to have a picnic at Peak District. My so-called plan that is. Horrible, horrible idea! Hahahha. We took a bus to Castleton and upon arrival, right after mama stepped her foot out of the bus, she said "Mama nak balik." Hahahahha. OMG. I felt so damn horrible. After discussing, mama and papa agreed to go home by themselves. The other 7 of us decided to continue with our plan, freezing our arses off in the icy cold weather. Thankfully the scenery was superb. But even we surrenderred and headed home earlier than planned. Haha. They must have been silently cursing me all the way home.

Later that night, we decided to do something fun. Headed off to Hollywood Bowl only to find them fully booked until quite late. We thought ice skating would do, but the place was closed due to a hockey practise. Hahahah. I could not remember what we ended up doing that night. Hmmm. Perhaps we just went home and sleep?

The next destination was Leeds. We left Sheffield early and reached Leeds around 10 am I think. And we headed straight to Junction 32 to shop after leaving our luggage at the place where we stayed. We shopped til the place closed. Hahah. Kak Lisa went missing for a while. But oh, that was predicted. Hehehe.

It was Christmas Day the next day and everything was closed. So we decided to spend our 'Christmas' at Eza's place which was like 30 minutes walk from the place we stayed. We went all the way to her place to get our laundry done. Haha. Eza's friend joined us later and we played pool and Flush the whole day. Hahah. Such an unproductive day!

The next day was Boxing day!! We woke up early and got a cab to the city centre. We were all apparently appeared chatty and excited that the cab driver could guess that we were off for the Boxing Day. hahhaha. Were we that obvious? Hahhaha. Obviously we shopped like mad. And obviously we were too busy shopping that we did not have time to snap any pictures! Hahahah.

London was our next stop. Funny story. I mistakenly bought First class train tickets for me, Izyan, Eza and Abg Amir. Hahahha. So we ended up enjoying a rather pleasant 2 hours journey, playing Flush all the way to London. Oh, we were too afraid to get ourselves any drinks offered by the stewardess (is that what u call these people?) cause we taught we have to pay for them. Pardon us for being so jakun as we had never ride on the first class train before. Hahah. Only later to find out that the drinks were FREE!

Our favourite shop in London. Or to be more accurate, papa's favourite shop. Haha. Everything was very cheap in this place. And it was near our apartment! And the apartment was worth our every penny. Or papa's penny to be exact. Hahhaha. We LOVE that place.


First night in London, we attempted to try shopping at Oxford St. And failed. Oh wait a minute, does Primark counts? Hahhaha. There were too many people and I hate that! It was a day after Boxing Day but still, that area was flooded with human.

Oh look how happy we were. Hahha. We went sightseeing around London the next day.

I think this is the only proper family picture that we have! Abg Amir was the one who took this picture. This was taken when we were on the cruise along the river. It was freezing, the wind was so chilly, but we decided to sit outside still!

The last night in London, I spent it with the girls at Starbucks. We acted like 4 drunk girls, laughing, talking and recording that stupid video, padahal we were gulping Frappucino. Frappucino in the cold. Yes, CRAZY!

Kak Sa and Abg Amir left the next day. The other 7 of us headed back to Manchester.
Amazingly, it snowed on the last day they were here. And whats more amazing is that it only snows at Izyan's place. Mama and papa stayed at a hotel elsewhere in city centre, and interestingly it was not snowing there! So, we dragged them to Izyan's place and it was so nice to see their happy faces, enjoying the beauty of snow.

After almost 2 weeks of fun, they headed back home to Malaysia.

Oh I can't believe a year has passed since all of you were here. Sigh. Miss you all. A lot.

Life oh life

For the past 5 weeks, my life has became a mundane routine. I've been doing the same thing over and over again, and now I am feeling tired of doing the same thing over and over again! I crave for something new. Something exciting.

But, oh well, how on earth can one make revision exciting! Oooh, maybe instead of studying in my cosy room, I could go and study in IC instead. Wow. How exciting that would be. Note: read with a hint of sarcasm. Ooh, or maybe I could switch my daily timetable. Instead of studying from 9.30 to 1, I could study from 9.30 to 11, and then go down and make myself a cup of tea, and continue studying again from 11.10 to 1! Wow. Thats a brilliant idea, Aliaa. Note: Again, read with a hint of sarcasm.

Oh my dearie god! I am so fed up, stuck with the same routine every day. And I hate the fact that I could not do anything to change it because it is necessary for me to do so as I have my finals in just three weeks time. I have to stick with this boring schedule orelse I won't have enough confidence to face my finals. And I need my confidence for exams.

To make things worse, everyone is scattered all over the world this winter holiday, undoubtedly having the time of their life. Enjoying their time off from university. Well, almost everyone that is. And I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy creeping inside my soul. Oh well, a tinge would be an understatement.

Oh why am I such a whiny person. Huhu.

Oh wait, writing an entry for my blog is not in my usual routine. So hey, there you go! I did something different today. Hahahha.

Snow :)

I see snow falling from the sky today, and that is enough to make me happy.

Apparently it snowed earlier at 10am, but somehow I missed it.

And then it snowed again around lunchtime. And I found myself smiling when I watch the snowflakes floating and gliding freely in the air. I glanced at the sky and smiled.

It snowed quite heavily for 5 minutes and then it stopped.

Just after we recited our doa, welcoming the new year around Maghrib, it happened again. Cotton wools fell from the sky. Well, at least that was what it looked like. Hehe.

Gorgeous.

SubhanAllah. Alhamdulillah. Allahuakbar. For the past few weeks, I had been slumped with so many things that made me feel so down. My exams. My interview. My job allocation. My bestfriend's wedding. My family. My plasticup. They were so overwhelming that I feel like I want to just take off and leave. To anywhere else but here.

But, subhanAllah, the snow that falls today reminds me of what I have today. It is just hard for me to explain so I guess I am better off not explaining it. Hehe.

Interesting how slick and smooth Allah is in teaching us a lesson, huh?

I thank Him for this. And for everything else in life.

Not ready to be one

I was booking a slot for my job interview this morning, when it hits me. I am not ready to be an adult.

I know, yes, I am 24. But the number 24, as cliche as it sounds, is afterall, just a number. It doesn't reflect who I am.

And now I am 1 month away from my written finals. 5 months away from my OSCE finals. 8 months away from stepping into the working world, that is if I pass insyaAllah. Which sounds scary for now. The prospect of working is giving me butterflies. I feel nauseated even from thinking about it. I am dealing with people's lives here. One wrong step, and I'll be done.

And I have a post allocation interview a few days after my written finals. I've already got a post in Yorkshire region, for those of you who do not know. And now this interview will determine which deanery I am going to work for.

And I also have that huge decision to be made.

And I just feel overwhelmed. I am freaking out, thinking I am so not ready for this!

No, I am not ready to be an adult.

For He knows everything and I know nothing..

Nothing is certain in life. Heck, we are not even guaranteed our very next breath, whats more anything else in life?

It is interesting how unpredictable life is. One minute it is all nice and sunny and the next minute storm is looming.

We thought we have everything in our life laid out, perfectly, uncreased. But somehow, along the way, something happened and everything changes. Everything goes haywire and there goes our plan into the bin.

At that instance, I know it is one bitter pill to swallow. But, as Muslims, we have to believe that everything happens for a reason. When we stick to this, insyaAllah we will be OK . This strongly held believe will make us view things differently. Perhaps, instead of whining and complaining about the bitterness of life, we will be content with life. Perhaps, it is His way to bring us closer to Him. Cause He knows in the end, no matter how far we have gone astray, it is only to Him we will turn to when we are experiencing the glitches of life.

Indeed, Allah has a better plan for us. No doubt, He is the best planner as He knows everything whilst we know none.

Fly me home, right now!

Rindu kamu...

I miss you, mek. Sangat. Nak nangis. Ok tipu, dah nangis dah pon. And now you are 'leaving' me for someone else. And I won't be there. Benci. Sangat. Huhu. I want to be there, badly. Sangat. I would fly home if I could.

Ok, emo sorang sorang di pagi Khamis. Huhuhu.