OUTLANDISH

Look into my eyes
Tell me what ya see
U don't see a damn thing
Cuz u can't relate to me

U blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to u
I'm the persecuted one
U the red, white and blue

Each day u wake in tranquility
No fears to cross your eyes
Each day I wake in gratitude
Thankin' God He let me rise

Ya worry 'bout your education
And the bills u have to pay
I worry 'bout my vulnerable life
And if I'll survive another day

Ya biggest fear is getting a ticket
As ya cruise your Cadillac
My fear is that the tank that's just left
Will turn around and come back

(chorus)
Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Has our world gone all blind
Yet do u know the truth of where ya money goes
Do u let the media deceive your mind
Is this a truth that nobody knows
Some one tell me

(bridge)
Oh let's not cry tonight
I promise you one day it's through
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

Oh shine a light for every soul
That ain't with us no more
Ohohoh my brothers
Ohohoh my sisters

See I've known terror for quite some times
57 years so cruel
Terror breathes the air I breathe
It's the check point on my way to school

Terror is the robbery of my land
And the torture of my mother
The imprisonment of my innocent father
The bullet in my baby brother

The bulldozers and the tanks
The gasses and the guns
The bombs that fall outside my door
All due to your funds

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of my enemies
I'm terrorized in my own land
And I'm the terrorist

(chorus)

(bridge)

American do ya realize
That the taxes that u pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day

So if I won't be here tomorrow
It's written in my fate
May the future bring a brighter day
The end of our wait

(bridge)

This is a really nice song by OUTLANDISH. Outlandish is a group of danish guys who sings Islamic songs but memang sedap gila. And plus, the vocalist, woooot, KACAK SUNGGUH.

Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam.Isam. Isam. Isam. Isam. :D

Oh yeah, that's his name xD

Oh tu dia, the middle one. *shucks.

The few songs that I like are : Any Given Time and Aicha and some other songs I cant remember their names. Haiyaaa.
Ada jugak artist that sings good songs like these like : Dawud Wharnsby, Zain Bikha, Native Deen dan macam2 lagi.

Give it a chance. Listen to it.

DIG IN DEEP

Again, as u all know, I'm going to Yaman right? So gotta pack, pack, pack! My family has been so busy menjemput orang datang rumah that we haven't even started packing up for the month's trip. Jadi, tadi my dad had to dig in the store in our bj house. The bags that we wanted to use were at the far end of the store. Punyalah dalam, nak ambik kena berenang. So as I helped my dad get stuff out of the store to reach in for the luggages, I found out some things in the store. Jeng, jeng.

1. Besen merah (x2)
2. Golf bag and golf cart.
3. Paper towels (x4)
4. My turquoise radio that has cellophane tape melekat sini sana but it still works.
5. A big huge box of BARBIE DOLLS (very ancient I might add). The box itself was pink.
6. A tradisional sape. Forgotten, boo hoo.
7. A box of mercuns yang dah lunyai, lemau? apa apa lah.
8. Cangkul (x2)
9. Big blue exercise ball. Jumpa pun -.-
10. 100 plus bottle.
11. Water boiler yang abah menang time golf dulu but sodok dalam store sebab the old one still works like a charm :)
12. Layang-layang yang dah cerai berai.
13. Small book : Tips memandu slemat di jalan raya dari PLUS.
14. Volley ball.
15. CD's in an orange shoe box.
16. Lebihan paint yang dah keras by now kot.
17. Hot wheels split track. Saya punya ke?
18. Vacuum cleaner yang kini jadi sahabat baik.
19. A little blue stool.
20. The best for last,
An astro satelite dish. Why is it in there? I do not know!

Sekarang percaya ?

YOU LIL TWERP

Believe me, you are never too old to be that little brat that everyone seems to love.

YES, I DO LOVE AND ADMIRE KIDS.

SEARCH HOLIDAY IN DICTIONARY

Seriously, do u guys know what holidays are meant for? Or maybe u prefer the term vacation. VACATION means to VACATE. Vacate away from the things you normally do (stressing this subject to school time). SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING ATTENDING TUITION AND READING FORM 5 BOOKS HUH?!!?!

U can't imagine the guilt that's flooding me. Moreover, my computer is right next to my shelf full of books.books.books. Sugar Honer Ice Tea -.-" I have so many things to do in the next few days and I'm flying off on wednesday. And like I'm going to revise in Yaman. Pfft in my dreams, yeah. I know we have SPM next year. I've noticed. But can't you guys just relax for awhileeee? Its bugging me knowing that people out there are learning new stuff while I'm wiping off children's snot here. Ugh.
*See Konserto Terakhir and The Pearl at the corner of my eye. Guilt flowing in.
NO NO NO! I want to read novels! Storybooks! AAAAARRRGGGHHHH.

Please don't see me as encouraging u to not study, but more of a friendly suggestion for u guys to stop choking ur brain with education and wait for me so we can be dumb together. Huh. Oh and now dah end of the year baru nak terfikir about taking an additional subject. Oh daia u ass. When will u receive the light of saneness and get your license of free from stupidity? See, stupid. Blink blink.

Oh yeah, too add on to that, my bibik is back home in Indonesia probably gagging over a cup of milo with her children and in-laws while I'm here trying my ass of to become the next bibik of the year. My dad has been SO BUSY these past few days traveling all over Malaysia for work of course, my mom can't be doing too many things cause of her operation and mak tok is well, 60++. So, nominations for bibik are:
1. Dahiyah
2. Aisyah
3. Dahiyah Aisyah

HU-RAAAH.

So I've been vacuuming, sweeping, sidaing baju, washing them, cleaning the house and gosokking and lipating. I've suddenly develop back ache and I'm not blaming my height this time. Tomorrow I will have to find time to CLEAN THE TOILETS. To be honest, this chore is one of my favourites because I like water and getting wet and just splash around in the lou. Call me crazy.

Believe it or not, now that I've spent hours just on ironing, I have develop this sudden appreciation to the clothes I'm wearing on my back for the moments I spent trying to straighten up every crooked crumple on my shirt. GO CINDERELLA !

THE NANNY

I MISS BLOGGING LA WEYYY

I've been crapping the week before about how boring I was with absolutely nothing to do but stare innocently into space and now i'm damn busy juggling people all around me. Right now I have two girls, 3 & 12 on my bed soundless sleeping (atlast, after 1 hour hushing them to sleep) and there are 4 kids in my mom's room where 2 of em snorted their way to slumber land. Finally, I get to reuntie with my old pal, bloggie.

For the past week, I've had...(kira kira) 18 people sleeping over. OMG. I've just realized how many that is :O *gasp. I've had kaz and her siblings sleeping her along with Keisha, celebrating kazzer's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINI ;D (byk betoi nickname hang -.-) n I had a cozen aged umm 10 sleeping here for 3 days which I didnt know was planned but oh well she was fun to have around :) Then ziha, utt, eca, eila, atira, alyana came n invaded my room with their colorful was-about-to-be lelonged bags. Now, 6 kids in the house. N me, kissing the hell out of the computer feeling blessed to have my fingers dancing on the keyboards (no matter how sucky this computer is)

To those who aren't aware, I'm going to Yaman on the night of 3 dec until 3 jan. AAAAHHH IM GUNNA MISS ALL OF Y'ALL ;( so this is the time I'm doing all the last minute things trying to squish in each n every activity I can do here before I depart to Middle East. I really really really really really hope I could still blog in Yaman.
Oh God, please bless me with the power of internet when i'm there.

SCRATCH SCRATCH

A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS

A tribute to the best book I've ever read ! I took 3 days to finish this 420 paged book. Oh its amazing, simply amazing. I can't put the book down. This is the 2nd book written by Khaled Hosseini and he is an amazing writer. The Kite Runner was great but this 2nd book is just amazingly wow. The words Khaled uses is incredible. How he explains the environment in Afghanistan, how the plot goes up and down. There's nothing more relaxing during the holidays than a good book. S o I suggest to u to read this book.

This story takes place in Afghanistan. A girl named Mariam who is 16 years old was never loved by is father who had 3 more wives, her mother just commited suicide and she was married off to a 45 year old man. And oh this will go on forever. Just read the book please. Its awesome! :) Its sad, its heartbreaking, its painful oh everything. Read it, Read it ! I cry for u Mariam and Laila.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

From my book : POLITICALLY CORRECT BEDTIME STORIES

There was once a young person called Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of the large wood. One day, her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house -- not because this was woman's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and help engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full mental and physical health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.

On the way there, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."

The wolf said, "You know my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone." Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive to the extreme, but i will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress which caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."

Red Riding Hood walked along the main path. But, because his status outside society freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what masculine or feminine, he put on grandma's nightclothes and jumped into bed.

Red Riding Hoood arrived and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium free snacks to salute you in a role of a wise and nurturing matriarch." The wolf said, "Come closer, child, so I might see you."

Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"They have seen much and forgiven much my dear."
"Grandma, what big nose you have -- only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way"
"It has smelled much and forgiven much my dear."
"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"
The wolf said, "I'm happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood with the intent of devouring her. She screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf's apparent tendency toward cross-dressing but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.

Her screams were heard by a woodchopper. He burst into the cottage and tried to intervene. But as he raised his axe, Red Riding Hood and the wolf stopped. "And just what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood. The woodchopper blinked and was speechless. "Bursting in here and trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that women and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"

When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seize the woodchopper's axe and cut his head off. After the ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.

HA HA HA HA

THE SEARCH OF DAHIYAH

Like everybody, we always search for our names in googles and stuff and wonder what pictures are gonna come out right? Well, when I typed in Dahiyah, and the pictures that came out were photos of a town in Lebanon called Dahiyah. Oooh I'm a town! (?) Hmm haha. Then I tried searching at flickr. D A H I Y A H

And this card came out :

U see! Im a queen -- a leader! But defending from Muslims leader? Ugh WRONG!!! But somehow, i died..with a sword in my hand. Whoa, dignity. How bout u? What picture came out when u searched your name ?

I just noticed, im over a CENTURY old O.O

ADRENALINE

Believe it or not -- i went jogging. Oh yeah, the 2nd time during this hols (halah halah bangga ah pfftt.) Like the post earlier, yeah i was bored to death. I ate a bag of famous amous that was kept in a box for a week and watched powerpuff girls for god's sake! (i totally lied, Jim. Heh) How more pathetic can that be. So I thought "hey, u were the one who wanted to go out so bad right? So get off your flabby ass!" I got my gear on and I was off! *applaud.

I jogged around my neighbourhood -- around the greenish yellowish brownish houses that appeared in the nippon paint commercial if anybody noticed. The weather was satisfyingly redup(the dictionary says cloudy but it sounded to me like it was going to rain which didn't look like it). I hate it when its hot because I get easily tanned (ohyeah super tanned) and my skin takes ages to become yellow again (yeah I looked carefully, I'm not white, I'm yellow. Explains the jaundice I once had when I was a baby). Well I can't blame the climate only. My own fault that I don't use any face products. *gasp i know. I don't trust those chemicals. Water is enough for a cleanser. Oh and bedak :D

Back to topic, I ran every 4 mins and stop. Hmm I'm losing my stamina. Its very disappointing. I gotta keep on trying. I try to use the technique we learn in Biology. Increase the rate and depth of breathing to increase the heartbeat rate and pump more blood (oh I'm such a nerd :D) I tried. It didn't seem to work for me. Still felt the same. Hmm. Okay I jogged at this corner. I could see the houses on the top hill opposite my neighbourhood and the head of an Indian pak guard. Okay here comes the embarassing part, I was talking to myself. Don't ask me what about, because I dont remember and don't even want to. After blabbing to myself for quite a while and laughing alone (-.-"), then I noticed the guard was looking at me. "SHIT! Daia, u twit. Why the heck are u talking to urself. Oh god, ur so embarassing!" I looked at the guard, and looked away (shut up this time). I looked back at him to see if he's still looking and he still was. Oh this is utterly shameful. I looked away, and looked again. But now I don't think he was looking at me because I was talking to myself. This time he actually stood up and put his hands around his hips, looking suspectful. I looked at myself. I'm wearing black. And I was looking at the guard over n over again like some cautious thief. Aww man, he can't be thinking I'm a bad girl eh! Then he put his hand on his stick thingy at his hip. Oh god I better make a run for this. And I did. Far far away. And I did not look back again, thankfully.

OK, totally awkward. Me? Thief? This angelic sweet face? NO WAY. Then I passed a parked car and looked at the mirror. OH GOSH! Who's this pig? Oh. Me. I looked so PINK, no no, RED and sweaty and sticky and smelly. EUW. No wonder the guard thought I was bad, I looked the part. Whatever, I just wanna run. I like running u know? Its like I'm in this world where its just me in this speed. Im in this own world where no one can catch me. I can just run away from everything and let my thoughts fly and soar up above where it will roam, untouched.

Oh you know what? Tadi I found a new way to run LONGER without feeling tired. Seriously, I felt so happy. Ok here's how. Normally when we jog/run, we look ahead and find a landmark to stop right? Lets say, we jog and after awhile see an upcoming tree. And we'll like, oh yeah I'm gonna stop there. And u'll end up stopping and walking for 10 mins n regretting to do so. So the trick is, when I run, I look left/right. Serious. Well not 90 degrees. More like 45degrees. U know why? It makes me NOT look at the landmark I wanna stop at. It makes me look at the pakcik riding the old bike or the traffic jam on the side of the road and the renovations done at the houses. Looking at things that make me THINK. Ahaa and I tell you, I didn't stop running for like 10mins. Well not exactly 10mins but who's counting right? Hahaha. But seriously, it works. Stimulate ur mind to work rather than let your inner voice take over and telling u to stop. Remember the voice?

*IV= inner voice
Me: Oh yeah Im running. Im sweating. Im getting rid of all my flab. Go go
IV: Yo, Im tired, pull off man.
Me: No no, bit longer.
IV: Ur gonna drop dead if u don't stop. Now stop!
Me: Its only been 3 mins u donkey!
IV: IM TIRED IM TIRED! *Cover ears. LALALA!! (they dont have ears(?))
Me: Okay fine, until that lampost.
IV: What are you, Carl Lewis? Hit the brakes man! Go for that tree. Its nearer.
Me: No!
IV: Listen to me, I'm your conscience!
Me: Ugh fine.
IV: Good girl. Fiuhh.

Oh yeah, so you can get rid of all that conscience crap and look around and run and feel good. As I was jogging, a car honked behind me and I heard a whistle, Phewwit. "Who in the name would wanna flirt with a pig?" Oh, its my parents, driving up to me. DUH. So I felt my jog was enough and returned to sanctuary. Well that was one heck of a jog.

This entry is SO LONG O.O
You guys better give feedback.

SATURDAY RAINDROPS

Its 12'30, its a saturday, its raining. Such a killer. I should be out there enjoying my ass off but nooo, I'm at home squeezing my brain for the past hour to find a good blog entry, but damnit this is all I got. It doesn't matter if it's raining or not, I haven't been out since last saturday. I have reached ultimate boredom. There's nothing good to watch on tv, my bestfriend is in Japan konichiwa-ing and eating MY favourite food,sushi aannd I feel like a loser. Gosh.

U see! Even the trees aren't having fun. Its raining but the leaves are so still, it isnt moving. The trees aren't dancing :(. The sky is full of dark clouds. And how I can see all this, I dont know because there are tons of stuff on my window seat that its blocking my view. (Oh there's where I put files. Ah found it :D) If you're thinking, 'hey daia, seems that your room sounds like a pig sty, why don't u fill up the time cleaning your room doodlebrain?' Well no! I'm feeling sucky as it is, I do not want to think that other people are having fun n I'm janitoring my own room. Oh god.

I hope next week would turn out for the better. I don't care, I'm gonna pull my friends' hairs down to my house n u guys better sleep here. Hmm. I miss everybody. Well I hope to go shopping next week, and well that will be a treat. I've been saving up for new clothes and stuff. Ok here me out, I have a dilemma. I went to Esprit one day and saw this gorgeous watch I've been eyeing on since ever. And now I found it. Aaand I have my raya money. BUT! It costs like RM429 -.- I have just enough money to purchase it but then I dont get to buy clothes. But my friends know how much I simply adore watches rightt? So guys, help me out. A nice watch I seem to can't get rid from my mind OR dozens of new clothes jeans accesories? Hmm why do we have to make choices? Isn't there such thing as a 'Free Day'? How cruel.

P/S - SAVE ME !

DEATH BY SCRABBLE

It's a hot day and I hate my wife.

We're playing Scrabble. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble. My letters are crap. I play, appropriately, BEGIN. With the N on the little pink star. Twenty-two points.

I watch my wife's smug expression as she rearranges her letters. Clack, clack, clack. I hate her. If she wasn't around, I'd be doing something interesting right now. I'd be climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. I'd be starring in the latest Hollywood blockbuster. I'd be sailing the Vendee Globe on a 60-foot clipper called the New Horizons - I don't know, but I'd be doing something.

She plays JINXED, with the J on a double-letter score. 30 points. She's beating me already. Maybe I should kill her.

I start chewing on my U. It's a bad habit, I know. All the letters are frayed. I play WARMER for 22 points, mainly so I can keep chewing on my U.

As I'm picking new letters from the bag, I find myself thinking - the letters will tell me what to do. If they spell out KILL, or STAB, or her name, or anything, I'll do it right now. I'll finish her off.

My rack spells MIHZPA. Plus the U in my mouth. Damn.

The heat of the sun is pushing at me through the window. I can hear buzzing insects outside. I hope they're not bees. My cousin Harold swallowed a bee when he was nine, his throat swelled up and he died. I hope that if they are bees, they fly into my wife's throat.

She plays SWEATIER, using all her letters. 24 points plus a 50 point bonus. If it wasn't too hot to move I would strangle her right now.

I am getting sweatier. It needs to rain, to clear the air. As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I find a good word. HUMID on a double-word score, using the D of JINXED. The U makes a little splash of saliva when I put it down. Another 22 points. I hope she has lousy letters.

She tells me she has lousy letters. For some reason, I hate her more. She plays FAN, with the F on a double-letter, and gets up to fill the kettle and turn on the air conditioning.

It's the hottest day for ten years and my wife is turning on the kettle. This is why I hate my wife. I play ZAPS, with the Z doubled, and she gets a static shock off the air conditioning unit. I find this remarkably satisfying.

She sits back down with a heavy sigh and starts fiddling with her letters again. Clack clack. Clack clack. She plays READY on a double-word for 18 points, then goes to pour herself a cup of tea. No I do not want one.

I steal a blank tile from the letter bag when she's not looking, and throw back a V from my rack. She gives me a suspicious look. She sits back down with her cup of tea, making a cup-ring on the table, as I play an 8-letter word: CHEATING, using the A of READY. 64 points, including the 50-point bonus, which means I'm beating her now.

She asks me if I cheated. I really, really hate her.

She plays IGNORE on the triple-word for 21 points. The score is 153 to her, 155 to me.

The steam rising from her cup of tea makes me feel hotter. I try to make murderous words with the letters on my rack, but the best I can do is SLEEP.

If only there was some way for me to get rid of her. I spot a chance to use all my letters. EXPLODES, using the X of JINXED. 72 points. That'll show her. As I put the last letter down, there is a deafening bang and the air conditioning unit fails.

My heart is racing, but not from the shock of the bang. I don't believe it - but it can't be a coincidence. The letters made it happen. I played the word EXPLODES, and it happened - the air conditioning unit exploded. And before, I played the word CHEATING when I cheated. And ZAP when my wife got the electric shock. The words are coming true. The letters are choosing their future. The whole game is - JINXED.

My wife plays SIGN, with the N on a triple-letter, for 10 points. I have to test this.

I play FLY, using the L of EXPLODES. I sit back in my chair and close my eyes, waiting for the sensation of rising up from my chair. Waiting to fly.

Stupid. I open my eyes, and there's a fly. An insect, buzzing around above the Scrabble board, surfing the thermals from the tepid cup of tea. That proves nothing. The fly could have been there anyway.

I need to play something unambiguous. Something that cannot be misinterpreted. Something absolute and final. Something terminal. Something murderous. My wife plays CAUTION, using a blank tile for the N. 18 points.

My rack is AQWEUK, plus the B in my mouth. I am awed by the power of the letters, and frustrated that I cannot wield it. Maybe I should cheat again, and pick out the letters I need to spell SLASH or SLAY. Then it hits me. The perfect word. A powerful, dangerous, terrible word. I play QUAKE for 19 points.

I wonder if the strength of the quake will be proportionate to how many points it scored. I can feel the trembling energy of potential in my veins. I am commanding fate. I am manipulating destiny.

My wife plays DEATH for 34 points, just as the room starts to shake.

I gasp with surprise and vindication - and the B that I was chewing on gets lodged in my throat. I try to cough. My face goes red, then blue. My throat swells. I draw blood clawing at my neck. The earthquake builds to a climax.

I fall to the floor. My wife just sits there, watching.

FRED

U gotta watch this. Fred is so funny. Keisha introduced me to the vids. There's like a whole series. Go check it out n have a great laugh.

FRED GOES SWIMMING

FRED LOSES HIS MEDS


FRED GOES TO THE DENTIST

RECOUNT

Try to count the number of people in there. Give your answer in comment box. Winner will get one of my after 8 chocolate. Cepat cepat, a chance not too be missed haha ;D

KNOW YOUR FACTS

Tak boleh bla oh mengancam.
Oh Yeah, I have this book.

No, as dirty as it sounds, its not. Its a book full of really cool facts that we don't know. Let me show you some.

WHY DO YOU CRY WHEN YOU CUT ONIONS?
Cutting an onion releases enzyme called lachrymatory-factor synthase which triggers tears. Scientists tried making a non-crying onion by taking out the enzyme but it seems that the crying enzymes are responsible for the zesty onion flavour. Hmmm, the most reliable way : order take out.

IS IT BAD TO CRACK YOUR KNUCKLES?
Cracking your knuckles isn't as bad as people think. The usual argument is that knuckle popping causes arthritis. Chronic knuckle cracking may cause a decrease in grip strength, but not arthritis. So what causes the pop sound? It's produced in the joints where bubbles burst in the synovial fluid(what?) surrounding the join. Cool eh?

WHAT CAUSES MORNING BREATH?
In Australia, the poo fairy comes at night to take a dump in your mouth.
Well only that part is cute. The others are boring scientific names haha.

WHY DO YOU GET EYEBAGS WHEN YOU ARE TIRED?
The skin around the eyes are the thinnest found in the body and this skin allows dark, venous blood to show through. They appear to be genetic. Easy way: eyes, meet sunglasses. Sunglasses, meet your worst nightmare.

WHY DOES SWEAT STINK AND STAIN?
Have you ever used the term 'sweat like a pig'? Think again. Pigs don't sweat. They don't even have sweat glands, which explains why they wallow in mud to cool off. Sweat is mostly water but there is a small amount of protein and fatty acids in the sweat glands that gives the armpit sweat that wonderful milky or yellow colour. Sweat itself is odorless whether it comes from the arm pit or any part of your body. The funk begins when sweat mixes with bacteria . Its called bromhidrosis -- foul smelling sweat.

WHAT ARE HICCUPS AND HOW TO GET RID OF THEM?
Hiccups are caused when the diaphragm becomes irritated and pushes the air rapidly up. Most cases of hiccups lasts for a few minutes. Some cases of hiccups can last for days or weeks. Hiccups lasting longer than a month are termed incurable. The longest recorded attack of hiccups is six decades. (awesome haha). You could try simple unproven cures:
1.Drink out of a cup from the opposite side of ur mouth
2.Eat a teaspoon of sugar and risking diabetes
3.Pulling the top of ur hair for 2 mins
4.Pulling hard on ur tongue

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT FART?
The temperature of fart at its time of creation is 98.6 degrees Farenheit. Farts have been clocked at a speed of 10 feet per second ;o Women fart as much as men (danngg) Most people fart 14 times a day. We can ignite farts! Due to hydrogen and methane released. There is some danger associated with igniting fart but fraternity guys doesn't seem to care.

Lastly,
WHY DO MEN HAVE NIPPLES?
During development, the embryo follows a female template until about six weeks, when the male sex chromosome kicks in for a male embryo. So u get the point.

Cool eh? Got lots more but u go buy the book lahh.

KEISHA IMAN MUSTAFA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEISHA ;D

7eleven1992. She did a party 8/11 themed masquerade. It was awesome best gilaaa. I have tons of pictures but its for girls only haha ;D Oh yeah we danced, we ate, we threw cake, we did charades, played truth or dare, watched a movie n went shopping! She has a new house so it was empty for us to shake and well u know haha. It was awesome. Thanks keisha fr invting me ;) Hope you like the card, took me forever haha. TO KEISHA!

THE SHIT CURSE

There was this one day -- a school day. It was the end of school hours so me and my buds, keisha, sarah and nadia were just hanging around waiting for our parents to pick up so we don't have to suffer the walk home. We got out early because extra classes were cancelled. So yeah, we had to wait. I felt thirsty so I went to get some ice blended (people say the blue one tastes like medicine, but hell, i like it ;D)

So anyway, I walked back to my friends and they were screaming (its not unusual though but this was without aisy so somethng REAL must have happened) So I asked.
Daia: Hey asal ni?
Keisha: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Sarah: *Her hysterical laugh
Daia: Asal ni asal?
Keisha: *Point to shoulder.
Keisha: A friggin bird shit on me !!!
*There was a big blob of light brown poop on her
Daia: HAHAHAHAH! OMG EUWW!
Keisha: I was just standing n i felt a thing on my shoulder ughh! The friggin bird has some friggin diarrhoea ughh! Euw ;(
Sarah: *Still laughing
Daia: * Laughing because of Sarah's laugh
Keisha: Shit man, stupid bird!

Then we walked for a bit among the trees then..
Cant remeber who said: OMG!!
Sarah: What what?
Daia: HAHAHAHAHHA! U have shit on u too!
Sarah: WHAT?! *Look at side pocket
Sarah: AHHH!! What the hell is that? Euw!
Daia: HAHAHAHAH! *ROFL
Keisha: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! *LMAO
Sarah: Omg stupid freaking bird! I'm gonna hunt you down! Ugh!!! Stupid birdddd!!!
Daia: You guys have shit on you HAHAHAHAHA!
Keisha: Shut up daia you will kena nanti
Sarah: Yes, you laugh at us nanti you kena jugak
Daia: Pffttt no way man
Sarah: You will get it. I swear!

So yeah it was totally hysterical with other people looking at us laughing and rolling on the ground. So now I have a curse bestowed upon me. A shit curse. I'm walking down the street looking up and down hoping not to step on some misplaced elephant's poop or get missiled with bird bombs. Stupid shit curse.

*The conversation wasnt exactly word by word. That's what I remember. It happened a month ago but I was dying to share it with the world that my two friends got shitted on! ;D

AMANAHIANS

Hey Amanahians ;D

Its been a great year eh? Serious its so awesome. Last day je nico and amira had their hands gatal nk tulis blog. Ikot sekali laa apa lagi haha. So yeah this year has lots of awesome memories. It all started with about what, 38 people in our class? Then poof they all kena campak pegi asrama and there we were left with 23. Then tambah tolak masuk keluar jadilah 25. Small class but happy familia.

Teachers,
Like mira said, there's well Rokesh. Unfortunate for him, we Amanahians, no no, the whole school has declared him as a bad teacher. Sorry dude, u may be one hell of a brainiac student but u were not born to be a teacher. It just ain't ur calling. Oh then we have Silly Ili. Nobody liked her at first. She was this practical teacher which we all thought was stuck up. We got dozens of homework with a side of her sarcasm. I called her the step sister. But as time went, we came to like her and we created a happy sarcastic student teacher bond ;) Ili Nadira, rock on. Honestly, this year punya teachers are awesome kan? Tribute to Pn Haslina, Pn Marini, Pn Haziyah, Pn Arinie, Pn Muzlifah, Pn Kavitha, Pn Rosida, Ustazah Maznah, Pn Fauzilah, Pn Rasmona. We know we have got on all of your last nerves but we know u all love us kids ;)

Pests,
Oh who can dealt with the 2 Amanah mayhem? They are like rude cockroaches -.- Tak ada adab leaving the class filthy. Imagine, we came to class in the morning looking at the dustbin with overflowing rubbish with tin cans everywhere and air tumpah2. EEEYERGH. Remember there was the opened umbrella with yellow water inside it? Euwww disgustinggg ! N i remember there was shit in our class. Taik menatang apa tah euwwwwwwww. They were rude to us seniors and they gave us letters kutuk2. Ugh, budak zaman sekarang. There was a rat in our class once right? Hmmm.

Location,
Eventhough our class was a dump, but it was very strategic kan kan? I mean, the koperasi is right next door! I remember I always went to buy drinks and snacks during BM (heh I love u Pn haziyah ;D) Serious, convenient gila. We all became junkie -- well me atleast. Oh n the bookshop pulak sebelah koperasi. What luck eh? N yes we were on the ground floor so tak payah kaki nak lenguh2 naik tangga. Sejak tu I've lost my stamina naik tangga haha. But science labs ataaaaaaaas skali so HMM i guess we gotta exercise sometimes. Yet, we were blessed ;)

Kami,
The good thing is that our class tkde clics and all that. We're all friends with everybody -- like a family. Its nice. Next year streaaaaaaam ahhhhhhhhhh O.O I like our class already lahh. The class party was awesome too. I loved the salad n mash potato! (credits to edy n nadiah) best gila gelak2 sume. Well whatever it is, lots of memories have walked thru the walls of 4 A n let it stay in our hearts yeah!

SEMANGAT 4A ;)

Ili !

Nutsies

Amigas ;D

Read.

Beyootiful

Dr Edy

'Tuned down'

ily

Love you guys :)

HEARD

ALHAMDULILLAH

My mom got out of the operation A-okay :D
She had fybroids and cyts in her ovaries
Ahaa no wonder I'm the only child, see see.
Whatever it is I'm so grateful that God heard my prayers and all the prayers of the people who love my mom
She's doing great, just the fact that she can't laugh now coz her stitches would rip off and all her insides will fly, weuwww.

P/s - yes i know, I'm still alive. I'm not dead yet. Just have been busy away studying for exams. Lama gilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Huh. Berjuang mati-matian, we can do it ! Can't wait to start blogging again.