terbangkanku.

Laskar Pelangi

nidji

mimpi adalah kunci

untuk kita menakhlukkan dunia

berlarilah tanpa lelah

sampai engkau meraihnya
laskar pelangi

takkan terikat waktu

bebaskan mimpimu di angkasa

warnai bintang di jiwa
menarilah dan terus tertawa

walau dunia tak seindah surga

bersyukurlah pada Yang Kuasa

cinta kita di dunia

selamanya…

cinta kepada hidup

memberikan senyuman abadi

walau hidup kadang tak adil

tapi cinta lengkapi kita
laskar pelangi

tak kan terikat waktu

jangan berhenti mewarnai

jutaan mimpi di bumi
menarilah dan terus tertawa

walau dunia tak seindah surga

bersyukurlah pada Yang Kuasa

cinta kita di dunia
menarilah dan terus tertawa

walau dunia tak seindah surga

bersyukurlah pada Yang Kuasa

cinta kita di dunia

selamanya

selamanya

ku terjatuh cinta dengan lagu ini.

ini menukar perspektifku terhadap dunia dan hidupku di dunia ini...walaupun tidak banyak.

cinta tetap ada melengkapi kita, walaupun cinta yang menyakiti, cinta tetap membaiki.

walaupun dunia tidak seindah dunia, dunia ini, hidup kita ini tetap penuh dengan cinta, cinta yang menjadi keindahan yang tidak tertanding.

lepaskan mimpi anda. di sekitar angkasa.

warnailah dunia ini dengan seribu warna-warni.

bersyukur kerana adanya hidup ini...

terbanglah ke mana mimpi anda mampu membawa.

terbangkanku kepadamu, mimpiku.

lecturers and classes and people.

end of this week means the end of my first week in school, after one year long thrasing out.

ask how i feel? - well, i feel nothing. my excitement has really gone down the drain. after all, its been one whole damn year. all feelings was lost, only neutral. thats the only emotion that runs through my blood now. but then again, i do hope school would take me by suprise and make me excited..

i am taking 4 classes. 3 out of 4 of my lecturers are soooooooooooooo old. so old. 2 are balding and has spotted bald heads. maybe if i look closer, they have mushrooms growing out on those spots.

one of them speaks so soft. and i have a feeling, he is teaching like a robot and not out of passion and interest anymore. he goes on and on and on and on. he is so monotonous, luckily, i do not suffer from ADHD. but he is a good teacher.

another balding spotted lecturer is what-are-you-talking-about??? he is so old that - 1. he cannot write properly because he cannot stop jiggletwicthfidget-ing when writing. it cannot be any more cakar than that. and to make it all worse is that he does not want any report/assignment handwritten. it shows that the fella tidak pernah cerminkan diri. 2. i don't know what the fella merepekkan. what he lectures is like a jigsaw puzzle to me that i am suppose to solve piece by piece as he goes on and on.

this is my Introduction to Engineering class lecturer. and now that i am here in the mahuan country, they have the customary units and of course, the S.I units. customary units are pound (lb), mile (mi) to name a few, whereas the S.I units that are used in the whole world are, kg and meter. therefore, whatever calculations that are done are to be done in both units. so my first class was about converting S.I units to the customary units. one part of that session was like so;

1 feet = 12 inch

1 ft^2 = 144 inch^2

correct?

but instead of 144inch^2, he wrote 12inch^2. so i asked. and the only answer he gave me was, 'i could have wrote that.' ya, so why not???? why shitting not? what? what do you mean you could have? gisssss. i truly hope he is not lou moh. ergh.

next old lecturer is after all not that old but he has had multiple heart attacks before and recently had a heart surgery. i do hope he stays healthy and do not suddenly... ... ... you know. i sure do not need that kinda adrendaline to pump me up.

and the fourth lecturer is the only one that does not absorb all my good energy away...

kill me if you can.

so in this lou moh's class, at the end, i understood what he was scribbling and mumbling about. so i manage to go with him on my notes. therefore, at the end of the class, two girls came up to me and asked if they could borrow my notes for awhile to jot down, then bla bla bla...one girl is from Thailand, and another one from err, Africa? but whatever, this Thailand girl, said, 'i am gonna sit beside you next time.' i smiled. how not ejane right? but this was what ran through my head, 'you gotta be kidding me! i seriously do not feel like sitting beside you. i will only consider if you change that outfit of yours, but i do not guarentee.' i am mean, aren't i? besides, i am not any smarter. i do not wanna dissapoint her. and also the guy sitting beside me right now is not bad himself, so i rather not have her. typical loner, but thats just me. i seriously do not need someone bugging me all the time about notes while the lou moh is talking. so yaa..go figure.

well......though only a week. life is getting so tiresome.

aussy open #2

updates on the Australian Open ( i do wonder if anyone knows what i am talking...)

but anyhow,

1. major major upsets - Venus Williams lost in the 2nd round to Carla Suarez Navarro of Spain. Venus had so many chances and was serving for the match but could not serve out. and she went downhill after that. Navarro had pretty solid backhand, almost similar to those of Henin's.
- Ana Ivanovic lost in the 3rd round to someone i forgot her name. Ana...ana...ana...i do feel for her.

2. Marion Bartoli lost weight! she looks awesome now.

3. Roddick lost 15 pounds too! and he is playing great. commentators said that if there is anyone that will pull an upset to the men's top 4, it would be him, and i hope he upsets Novak.

4. Novak changed his racket to Head. Roddick changed racket/racket colour.

Novak's match against Amer Delic in the 3rd round was an awesome match. Amer, the 127th rank player in the world played like the top 20s. Amer is a Bosnian-borned-American and Novak is Serbian. i do not know whats the history of both that country, as far as i know, both that country used to be Yugoslavia back in the 90's and now its separated to about 5 other countries. so anyway, when both of them played and Novak won in the end, Bosnian and Serbian fans outside the court threw chairs at each other and injuring a woman when a chair hit her on the head. police officers and security officers came in and took them people out of the park.

during a women's double's match, when Venus and Serena was on court and during a break, a spectator, or a ku-ku head (what the word used to describe this kinda people?) jump down to the court, bottomless and danced around for almost 1 minute before the security came in. it was ugly.

so far thats all.

aussy open #1

a year had came and gone, 4 grand slams had came and gone.

now is the AUSSY AUS AUSTRALIAN OPEN all over again. first grand slam of the year.

its been only 3 days into the tournament, and major things that i took notice are:

1. Rafael Nadal is hot, as always. but ya, he changed his outfit. all so fresh look. he is wearing sleeves! and shorts that shows his knees.

2. James Blake change sponsor, from Nike to Fila. (??!!) personal opinion, after Yonex, Fila has one of the worse designs.

3. Roger Federer cut off his goldy locks.

anyway, going in the early rounds, Nadal is playing awesome. he crashed his first round opponent, C. Rochus 0-2-2.

Federer is playing his game. pass round 2. well, of course.

i have not yet, watched the other two contenders, Murray and Djokovic play. but, i am sure without a doubt, Novak is as cocky as he can be, moreover, he is the champion last year, coming in to this tournament.

pretty dissapointed to see Hewitt lost to Gonzalez in a 5 setter.

anybody watched the women's match between the american wild card, Mchale and australian Moore, it was all the way, OUCH.

still too early to name the potential champion. but sure enough, VAMOS RAFA!

bing bong the blob.

firstly, before you lay your eyes on the rest of the post, you are warned that the contents might be too detailed or disturbing to be read. but if you are kewl, its nothing pretty much. its just life.

secondly, some might know, some that do not know, i have a thing, a bad thing, for/(against) breast. lately, the issue of breasts came to me because my mada have been bugging me a lot about my breast. i know, totally (??!!) right?

my breasts have been in the growing process for about the past 8 years.

in this period of time, i have many personal thoughts on my breasts... and hey, who knows, probably, its a common thought among many other girls too. so here goes;

initial stage : 'er, why do i have to wear a singlet, mum? i don't care, i am just gonna wear my t-shirt.'

late initial stages : 'this bra strip is so shitting uncomfortable. its like a string tied over my shoulder and body. err, why do my chest have to grow?'

mid stage : 'what? its still growing?'

late mid stage : 'bras are so expensive. if only i can spend those money on some better stuff. but whatever, its not that i wanna buy it, mum asked me to. and by the way, can that sales lady stop staring at my chest, i am not quite comfortable with that. moreover, its an open space - people do walk by. gis.'

maturing stage : 'is this big? i need to win the 100m race. i would do so much better without you. sure don't need you bouncing up my face for every step i run. i need to hold you down, tight. fleshy blob.'

late maturing stage : 'whatever.'

final stage : 'has it stopped growing? guess so. or not? whatever. as long as it stays at an appropriate size.'

so ya. i used to wear bras that looked like the kamikaze pilot's helmet. like so..
(no offense to anyone affliated to the kamikazes)
then to bigger ones and then one day, a sports bra came smacked on my face and since then i started to wear them and never came back to wearing odinary cup bras. sports bra are the bomb! they provide all round cushion, a very tight and secure security and a guarentee of less bounce to the flesh blobs and it keeps you warm on cold days.

i know, its called sports bra for a reason, for sports. but well, its not wrong to wear it all the time.

then came one day, my mada was so suddenly-unnecessarily worried about my habit, she asked me to get a wired and sponged bra. well, of course, i say do not waste your money, but she insisted, i followed along. it was bare. errr. i wore that for not long and that wire start jutting out and got out of shape. from a smiley curve to a 90 degree bend. i sure don't need that for comfort. and when i had that on, and i told Beh, my very popular and often mentioned-in-my-blog friend, that i am wearing an odinary bra, she went, 'beh kuai la..siang kah kah tua ane kuan. tua loh.' dang her.

after that bra was ruined, i went back to my nice comfy sports bra.

and now, again, my mada is bugging me about it. yo! she said;

1. that my breast is being bind and bound so tightly, its not growing.
(farny, it had kinda overgrown or probably stopped growing.)
2. i need to let them out to play, i mean breathe.
(no one is gonna play it. duh.)
3. its not well supported and therefore, the next time, later part of my long life, when i take off my bra, my breasts are gonna droop and fall right down to gravity.
(well, i am now making sure i do not live that long.)

but;

1. i do not like my skin of my breasts to touch my clothes. just seem to sensitive to touch.
2. i always have the feel that my nipple is not tugged in.
3. i do not like my breast touching my breast. like when you sleep sideways. though i am more of a back sleeper than a side sleeper.
4. its prone to cancer/tumor growth when being bound like that. i think, fuck that. there are more to life than to worry about this.
5. and i do not agree with all my mada's theories.

anyway, so now i am wearing regular bras, i hope my mada gets over her suddenly-unnecessarily concern over my blobs.

and speaking of this, let me ask you, fellow readers,
1. what did the left breasts said to the right breast?
2. can you pronouce BREASTS the right way? if yes, say it!

did you know :
1. my friends and i have a song on our friend's breast. spontaneously created it. breasts geniuses.
2. i asked my English language teacher how to pronouce the plural of breast correctly, before. (in case you are wondering, she acknowledged my question but she did not answer me. ya and its a she.)

what if?

if there is a time machine,

if there is a genie,

if there is time travel,

if there is a shooting star that grands wishes,

if there is a bottomless wishing well,

i would want to travel back in time.

just to this one day, a saturday,

on this very minute, on a morning,

because

i would want to rephrase an answer to a golden question.
my answer was, 'er, ya.'

what if my answer was, 'er, belum lagi'?

would things be any different then?
prabably.

would things be any different now?
not.

but then again, i do not lose anything.

many a times, i regretted my answer but it was not a wrong answer. my answer did not givce any less than what i expected. but i have always,

always,


wondered,

...

what would the outcome be,...


if my answer was not my answer.



what?



oh.

**** right?

its finally 2009. are we just lucky or unlucky to have lived another year?












maybe.

well, really, its just any other day.

4 days into new year, i still feel like the **** i used to feel. every morning after.

does not make me any wiser.

but what the ****, lets just wish that for the next 365 days, would be the **** of days.

i themed my 2009 a year of adventure. venture of all sorts. i shall go out for that.

lets then venture the **** out and share!





let bahagia live and live bahagia.