Beeeeeeep!

I hate the fact that I am only 22 yet I have loads of responsibilities piled up infront of me. I hate that I am still considered a teenager yet I have to think of money in a great way.

Sometimes the alter ego of a person is just unbearable. Especially ones who are called PARENTS.

Sometimes we think one of the parents is unthoughtful and selfish. But in other times, by being unthoughtful and selfish what makes us who we are right now. In other words, the negatives are actually the positives.

I am in a hell lot of stress. I have a 2 midterms coming up, and one of them is tomorrow. I just had an unpleasant conversation (via blackberry messenger) with dad. And when the fingers do the talking, there are no boundaries nor limits to what I say.

Damn.

p/s: I am lucky if I could finish the last trimester  (which is the next trimester) before my internship .

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Tassa JL

Malangnya

Aku post ni via email. Biar aku test menjadi ke tak.

Seminggu lepas aku bernasib malang. Kaki aku terseliuh teruk sampai tak boleh jalan masa training netball. Tournament this weekend pula tu!

Lepas tu dah lah tak ada duit, duit pula hilang RM50 kelmarin masa aku jadi tour guide untuk cousin aku.

Ingat tak aku cabut gigi? Bahagian gusi yg gigi dicabut tu bernanah. Busuk mulut aku. Sumpah kalah longkang.

Apa lah malang nasib aku.

Tapi, bila aku tgk Qassih di rumah, aku terus senyum. Lupa semua masalah.

Hehehe.
Tassa JL

Ear Pierce

I love guys with ear studs. Aku rasa mereka yang tindik telinga nampak lebih macho.

Malangnya, haram untuk lelaki islam menindik telinga. Tapi kadang-kadang tu aku akan pujuk juga Naim tindik telinga. Tanpa perlu perlu bersuara, aku dah boleh faham apa jawapan dia. Dia dah boleh buat aku faham dan takut dengan hanya mengangkat sebelah kening. Yelah Encik Naim, haram. Saya tau.

So, untuk memuaskan nafsu sendiri (ayat yang boleh memberi dua maksud. ieeeeek. bukan maksud yang tu okay!) , aku selalu mimpi Naim yang ada ear studs. Dengan telinga yang bertindik, dia akan break dance untuk aku. :)))))))

Haaa, ni lagi satu cerita. Aku terlalu nak sangat tengok dia dance macam masa OB night zaman STPM dulu. Sangat bersemangat. Dan memang nampak lain, bukan macam Naim yang biasa aku tengok. Naim yang luar biasa. Extraordinary Naim. Nampak tak apa aku nak emphasize di sini?

Nanti bila aku ada masa, aku upload video dia dance masa OB Night tu. Sekarang aku kat SK. Bila aku balik Ampang aku upload. InsyaAllah kalau aku ingat ye.

Anyways, Naim banyak kali cakap kat aku, dia tak boleh nak buat yang sama macam tu kalau bukan competition. Memang betul pun. Bila dia buat depan aku, dan hanya untuk aku, tak nampak sama. Bulu roma aku tak meremang macam malam tu pun.

Sigh.

There are things in life that you could only experience once. Like this, and chicken pox.

Sucks.

FUUH

After days of sleepless night, akhirnya keluar juga results semalam. 'W' itu stands for withdrawal. Kalau dalam bahasa Melayu mungkin maknanya tarik diri. Ye, aku sempat withdraw beberapa minggu sebelum withdrawal week ended. Sebabnya? Hahaha. Aku fail, yes kawan-kawan, FAIL midterm exam dan mendapat markah sebanyak 28%. So far, itu midterm exam paling susah yang aku buat. Midterm yang standardnya sama dengan final. Aku pula study ala kadar.

Yelah yelah, salah aku tak study. (ada hati nak marah lecturer pula)

okay bye. nak pergi siap untuk training netball

Baju Kucing, Perempuan Bodoh

Aku nak cerita hal bodoh tetapi dalam pada yang sama, KELAKAR.

Semalam aku dan Ina makan di kedai Niara dekat Melawati. Sepuluh minit lepas kami sampai , 2 orang perempuan, seorang lelaki dan seorang kanak (semuanya kaum India) duduk di sebelah table kami.

Tiba-tiba datang seekor kucing betina yang sangat comel duduk dekat dengan seorang perempuan India.

Perempuan India ini (lets say her name is Minachi) memakai baju berlengan panjang purple bergambar kucing. Perception aku terhadap perempuan yang memakai baju kucing adalah:
1) Si pemakai rasa dirinya comel seperti kucing.
2) Si pemakai rasa kucing itu sangat comel.
3) Si pemakai adalah seorang cat lover.

Berbalik kepada cerita kucing di kedai tadi... Apabila Minachi sedar akan kehadiran kucing yang sangat cute itu, aku sangkakan Minachi akan "miow kuchi kuchi... ure so cute!". Tapi lain pula jadinya.

Instead, Minachi mula berkerut sambil merengek mengadu kepada lelaki yang bersama dia dalam bahasa India. Aku assume ini yang dia cakap "Abang tengoklah kucing ni. Yuck, please lah halau!!". Kemudian dia attempt untuk menendang kucing itu. Tapi since dia takut kucing, tendangan tu tak adalah kuat sangat. Kucing cute tu pun tak takut, tak berganjak sikit pun. Beberapa tendangan diberi lagi kepada kucing cute. Kucing cute tetap tidak berganjak.

Seorang lagi perempuan yang duduk berhadapan Minachi pula mencuba nasib. Sama juga. Seorang yang penakut kucing. Tendangan yang sama kuat diberi beberapa kali. Kucing cute tetap gagah mengekalkan kedudukan.

Minachi yang berbaju kucing itu akhirnya mengalah dengan kucing cute. Lalu dia bangun dari kerusinya dengan penuh emosi dan marah, membebel sambil berpindah ke meja lain. Kawan-kawannya juga mengikut ke meja lain.

Aku rasa kelakar sebab situasi ni sangat ironic. Pakai baju kucing tapi nak tendang-tendang kucing siap emo-emo berpindah ke table lain. Malu je pakai baju kucing.

Btw, wisdom tooth aku mula memberikan masalah kepada aku. Lepas a visit to the dentist last weekend, dr dentist telah menyarakan aku untuk mencabut gigi next weekend! Aku yang takut dentist dan takut cabut gigi di dentist ni rasa nak stop the world so next weekend wont come. Takutnya.

Let me quote back what Dr Ariffin said, "Well I suggest you to cabut the gigi or else it will become worse. Or some, too late to pluck out. You'll end up in the hospital with bad infection and with a swollen cheek. I'll call in the surgeon because this is his job. InsyaAllah, cabut gigi macam biasa. No surgery. But we will see what happen next week."

AKU TAKOT LAH!

Kaulah King

Have you heard of the old proverb, "Cash is King" or "Money is the root of all Evil"? Well I have. Lots of time, in fact. And you want to know something? I do believe those proverbs are TRUE.

The amount of cash could change a man's behaviour. No kid! Do you still remember I have quoted, "I prefer to live in poor than in a wealthy life because I am happier when I am not the latter"? It's happening again.

What is? The 'cash is king' is happening again! And money is the root of all evil.

Lord, help!

Two is better than one

Heaven & Hell

Have you heard of the book "I Am Muslim" by Dina Zaman before? This book is generally about the writer's experience as a Muslim in Malaysia. I am less than 100 pages away to finish.

(Tahu tak kamu yang kita, Melayu, sentiasa mempergunakan AGAMA ISLAM untuk mengangkat bangsa kita dan menjatuhkan bangsa lain, e.g. UMNO dan bukannya menerapkan nilai-nilai agama dalam Melayu supaya kita boleh menjadi orang Islam yang mulia?)

This book inspires me in a lot of way. It helps me to distinguish between Malay and Muslim. And to understand about homosexuals better.

I am normally very skeptical to take in any (religious) knowledge from a non-hijabie Muslim. Dina Zaman wore no hijab, be she has more faith and knowledge in ISLAM far way better than me. She went to religious camps to seek for herself, the relationship between her and God.

I never prayed a complete 5-times-a-day until I was 16. I would mocked friends who do their humble prayers after school. I would seduced them to leave their solat. How I was really surrounded by damned devils.

When I was 15, I quoted to a friend "I am a good person. I do not do drugs and I am a virgin. But the one thing that I am incomplete with is the tiang agama. If I pray I'll be a complete muslim". The 15 year old bragged.

I am embarrassed yet amazed by an interview she had with a hijabie woman.

This woman, name her Minah, is a lesbian. Yet, she is a good Muslim. Never had she left a prayer. Never had she committed adultery. She has submit herself to God entirely. Yes, she's a lesbian, a homosexual. But she has never given herself to her lust, nafs. Why? Because God and Islam is her priority. She would rather die lonely and virgin.

I understand now why we hijabies are obliged to do everything that's in the category of 'GOOD'. A woman who wears the hijab is like taking a pledge to God to be faithful, loyal and truthful to Him with reference from the Quran.

Frank-fully, I am very ashamed of myself. A person who sometimes loses her faith to God, who believes that her prayers will not be answered because she is a no body. I have to admit it now, Minah is 1000000 times a better person than me.

I do not submit myself entirely to Allah swt. In so many times, my love to Naim wins my love to God. And sometimes I forgot that I am a Muslim and would do the harams like no body's business.

And here I am judging Muslims all the time. Scanning them from top to bottom with my cynical face. Especially to those boob popping women. I bet I would be a good definition of munafik.

I love my religion. I look down to those who forgets their religion. And I swear to God I am not murtad!

I am only a humble human who tends to forget her roots most of the time. I am damned to hell.

Qassih Vera Adani

Hello,

This is a quick update.

Aku nak announce yang aku dah jadi seorang Aunty. Qassih Vera Adani bte Mohd Nur Azreen selamat dilahirkan unexpectedly semalam. Aku akan bercerita later.

p/s: alamak, last photo terlupa rotate

Love ya.
xoxoTassa

Yawn

I am so glad my hectic weeks are all over. No more readings (of text books/notes) till late nights. No more stress..... not until another 2 weeks (that's when my holiday ends).

Now, instead doing all that, I am going to spend my holiday like this:

On daylights, I am going to spend my time at home doing JAE's work, eating more food and yeah jogs in the evening.

And when the sun is out, that's when my real life starts. Lepak lepak lepak. Internet and novel reading!

This is how a real undercover geek spends her holiday. So, stop judging.

Anyways, the photos above are from my cousin's wedding.

My last exam paper was on Friday and I slept really late that night. The next morning my mum woke me up at 7am and by 730am I am all dressed for Singapore. I drove all the way to Singapore. I played with my favourite little cousin til dawn. Since she had to be taken to the hospital (for an allergy reaction - she has a bad heart and a down syndrome patient)... I had my dinner alone with Mama. I crashed the bed right after. No minutes to spare.


By1030pm I was awaken by Shafiqa's voice who was screaming and crying. Found out that she was on an amok because I was asleep when she came home. LOL. I thought it was a one way love relationship.

I went back to sleep after putting her to bed around midnight. The next morning I woke up at 830am. The wedding was very traditional. It reminded of my parents' wedding. Mama and I said our sayonaras at 330pm. Then I drove her to Nyai's (nenek) house. We were at Johor by 7pm. And reached the door at home by 10pm.

Can you imagine how fucked I was? Tapi sangat berbaloi. Saya happy.

The end...

... of a very boring post.