Little more than a week left. Trying to always stay calm.
I did not register for Dec SAT II. Am effectively eliminating US overseas study. And sometimes I wake up and think, 'Oh no, have I done something stupid?' It's the first big option that I have eliminated since trying to decide what to do post A-levels. Honestly, this is terrifying. It's like I'm blindly opening doors and shutting some in a dark tunnel, not knowing where it'll lead me. (Stupid imagery again.)
Have decided, sort of, what to do (I think). If I get Cambridge, I'll go there of course. If I get Edinburgh instead, I'll go there, but only with scholarship (so have to go hunting for one. Think it'd be either Mendaki, MOE or MCYS). If not, then I'll try for Medicine in NUS where I plan to eventually sepcialise in psychological medicine. If I don't get that either, I'll try to do a double degree (a part of me insists this is a mad plan): BSc in Life sciences with concentration in Biomedical Sciences and and BA/BSocSc in Psych. I have yet to decide which will be my first degree. (Because NUS website says that if I fail to get a 4.0 GPA in any of the two courses, I'd have to drop the second degree.) And I have to ask the faculty for permission to do double degree too. Oh, what a hassle. But since NUS does not offer things like a Neuroscience and Psychology course, I have to work around it. -_-
Seems like an okay plan. For now. I am tired of thinking about what to do.
Oh, went to look at my SATI essay. I remember saying that I thought I had gone completely off topic, but it seems I hadn't. I scored a 10 again. Don't I wish this is how they mark GP.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Feel like screaming. I am envisioning myself walking to the edge of a cliff (like the one I went to in Albany, Australia) and screaming heart out and stamping feet like mad. It's so horrible that I have no outlet for frustration and anger. And sometimes putting it in words is not enough. And screaming into pillow is just not satisfying either.
So unfair!!! Why is everything so unfair! How come there are always lucky people who get to have everything: intelligence, money, good looks and charm to bring them virtually anywhere they want. (Reminded of Lymond. But at least he's fictional!)
Here words fail me because all I can do is make incomprehensible noises of frustration.
NUS has BEYOND ANNOYED ME. The courses in the science faculty is so boring. (Or maybe it seems so compared to all the other prospectuses I looked at.) But really. My passions will be killed. UGH. GAH. UGH!!!
So unfair!!! Why is everything so unfair! How come there are always lucky people who get to have everything: intelligence, money, good looks and charm to bring them virtually anywhere they want. (Reminded of Lymond. But at least he's fictional!)
Here words fail me because all I can do is make incomprehensible noises of frustration.
NUS has BEYOND ANNOYED ME. The courses in the science faculty is so boring. (Or maybe it seems so compared to all the other prospectuses I looked at.) But really. My passions will be killed. UGH. GAH. UGH!!!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
After saying how I find it hard to talk, almost my whole dream last night was about me talking my heart out. Interesting. I was sitting on my bed and talking and talking and talking. At one point, I think I was talking about dogs. Another part of dream involved Ami Ali and Abah holding discussion and me listening. I know the discussion involved TJC, flats, Geylang and the Malay community. And at one point, I found myself running through corridor of flats and away from a face I can no longer recall, but I knew I didn't know the person. Very freaky, that - dreaming of a nameless face. Then I started talking on my bed again. It was nice. I was just spouting words. And received appropriate nods and smiles.
Hm. Dreams. If we could only begin to understand them.
Hm. Dreams. If we could only begin to understand them.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Got this quizzie from yu jie! Feel like doing it.
1. ARE YOU OVER 18? 6 months over 18
2. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE? A Dumbledore potterpuff
3. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT? Yes
4a. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? Why is the phone ringing so early in the morning?! -_- It's umi asking me to pass food to nani kala.
4b. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT YESTERDAY MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? Gasp. Interview!
5. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY ON YOUR TABLE? Laptop, worksheets all over the place, letters...
6. GRILLED OR FRIED? Grilled.
7. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE? Uh... I'm the only 145 cm Malay-Indian-Arab Bafadhal for possibly kilometres around?
8. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? Don't think so. Unless my imagination runs a bit wild.
9. FAVORITE HANGOUT? Uh... cinema? Haha. Library!
10. 3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT? Books, eyesight aid (either contacts or glasses) and laptop
11. FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 1 THOUSAND DOLLARS? Wahahaha. Digicam. Or uh... some photo-editing program... or an electronic dictionary.
12. FAVORITE SONG WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPY? Can't think of one. Les Choristes soundtrack perhaps?
13. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? My evil side. And, oh, roaches of course.
14. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER? Hm. Frankly, I'm not sure. More of giver?
15. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Sham, Miah, ShamB, Vult...
16. WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME? Razak.
17. MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED? Corpse Bride.
18. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND & COULD HAVE ONLY ONE KIND OF FOOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Brownies and ice cream.
19. FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL? The Brad Pitt-Heineken one.
20. FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE? Elsie. HAHA. Or maybe laptop. Oh, I dont know.
21. YOUR EYE COLOR? Blackish-brown? Not sure.
22. WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS BRING? Handphone, wallet and something to read while in transit.
23. WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? Doctor, biochemist. (Now I don't know what I want to be. Everything seems wrong.)
24. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 7 AM? Sleeping if there's no school, and on the train if there's school.
25. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET? Green and pink right now.
26. WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET? Many people. Rowling, the HP movie cast, Dunnett (wish she was still alive), Philippa Gregory, Keanu Reeves, M. Night Shyamalan, Sigmund Freud (though I'd be a bit scared), Carl Jung, Da Vinci, my grandfathers both of whom I haven't really met, and great grandfather from Yemen and Prophet Muhammad pbuh, among many others.
27. HOW'S LIFE TODAY? Quite horrid. Went to school for GP revision lecture but it was so crowded I couldn't get in. Then moped around a lot, and went home and moped some more. And then my nike shoes finally gave way - the sole came off and I had to cut it to be able to walk properly. Generally wasted a lot of time. What's wrong with me.
*** A continuation...
1. Whose picture is it that you keep on your wallet? Birds, Sis and me.
2. What time do you go to bed? Varies. Depends on what I'm doing. Average time: 11.45 pm
3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey? Chatted to friends. Before that, sembahyang terawih.
4. Who's the one you always meet the most? Sister.
5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help? Depends on what kind of help. Serious problems: parents and family. Other personal stuff: friends. birds, mostly.
6. What's on your mind right now? My back aches. When is this quiz ending... (I should be studying!)
8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun? The B! (Same answer as duckie. :))
9. What movie do you wanna watch now? Zorro the Sequel!!! And oh, GoF too.
10. When was the last time you went out? Yesterday, after interview. With sis. We took neoprint.
11. What do you hate the most for now? Exams and university applications. And stupid cca record.
12. When was the first time you slept alone? What do you mean alone?! In a room? Or in a house? In a room would be when I was about 5 and all I had was a small night light. I was a brave kid. Haha.
13. What do you want to do for now? Sleep.
14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep? Try to study everyday (note the word try) and surf the net and watch tv and read something.
15. Favourite pet? Don't have one. Unless you count fake animals. Then it'd be Elsie my lamb.
17. Colours that make you happy? Pastel colours. (I notice certain question numbers are missing... hm.)
19. What was the last thing you bought for your room? Wow. Cannot recall. Everything's so old.
21. Do you cook? No. Umi complains. I should learn soon.
22. Miss someone? I miss the B! (Same as Duckie. Me too! And Mumu. And cousins. Abah's side. Haven't met them in ages.)
23. Plan to buy something? Not really... Books again?
24. Are you satisfied with your life now? Okaylah... I have what I need. I just wish I knew what I want.
25. Do you like seafood? Love it! Prawns especially, and crabs and sotong and cockles.
26. Breakfast or dinner? Dinner I think.
27. What do you usually eat for breakfast? Uh... it's never fixed. But more often than not, it's eggs.
28. Did you eat breakfast today?I had sahur (before fasting meal). Which was last night's dinner - fish and prawns.
29. Do you recycle? Not really. Although my family reuses old newspapers: we lay sheets of newspaper on the floor, over which we sit and eat our food.
30. Do you have a laptop? Yes. Compaq.
31. What's your favorite fast food? Hm. Think it's cheese fries. But could be cheeseburger too.
32. Cats or dogs? Cats - since dogs are haram for me, and their barkings normally scare me to pieces.
33. Salty or sweet? Sweet I think.
34. City or country? Think I'd like country better.
35. What's your favorite kind of jeans? Any kind.
36. Is kissing normal for your age? Can't really comment. Haha. Haram for me. And besides have no one but lamb to kiss, and sister has outgrown too much to be kissed. Otherwise, apparently kissing's supposed to be normal in secular society if you're 18.
37. Are you athletic? No... Everything went down the drain when I failed to be normal in height. Although did participate in run in Pri 6.
38. Do you swear? Yes. Quite badly. Some people will be very surprised to hear this.
39. Would you ditch your friends for a date? Never put in such a situation before. (Same answer as Duckie.) But really, why can't you just arrange date on different day?
42. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Eh... Nope.
43. Coke or pepsi? Coke.
44. Sugar or spice? What kind of crappy question is this. Spice.
45. Can you use chopsticks? Not really. Can pick up some big things though.
46. Do you like to read for pleasure? What kind of mad question is this?!?! DEFINITELY A YES.
47. Do you care about getting good grades? Unfortunately, yes. It gets you places. Although I hate the fact that society is starting to measure a person's worth by his or her grades.
48. Have you ever slept during a lesson? Almost did in religious class. EVIL I am. Haha. Khalil Maun was just droning on and on and on... I think I almost did for physics too.
49. Get a job or ask your parents for money? Job.
50. Is your dad strict? Yes.
51. Do your parents give you enough privacy? Enough. Yes. No one reads my diary I trust, although there's no padlock on it.
52. Do your parents trust you? Yes.
53. Would you trade places (in life) with your best friends..? No.
54. Does your best friend get on your nerves? Have a few good friends. And sometimes friends do get on your nerves. Only you try not to scream at them so much. It's part of parcel of loving someone.
55. Do you make friends quickly? Not at all. Sometimes wish I do. I take AGES to warm up.
56. Do you get jealous of your friends? No.
57. Do you tell your mom everything? No. Who does?
58. What do you & your parents fight about the most? Grades. And whole thing about dad picking out husband. Ugh. Don't make me start.
***What, there's more... -_-
1.Name someone with the same birthday as you. If I'm not wrong, David Hume (Scottish phliosopher).
2.Where was your first kiss? Eh? That kind of kiss? Not yet. Otherwise, in the cot. Although you can't possibly trust my memory.
3.Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property? No. Pencil scribbles on lecture tables don't count. They can be erased.
4.Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? Brother. Flung him across room once. I'm stronger than I look.
5.Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people? Must have at some point in primary school or kindergarten. Performed so many times.
6.What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? Eh. Same thing I notice about anyone? Eyes, I think.
7.What really turns you on? Another 'eh' question. Don't know yet.
8.What do you order at Starbucks? Caramel or mocha frappe. Sinful.
9.What is your biggest mistake? Hm. Don't know. Hating milk? Haha. Maybe being evil to parents sometimes.
10.Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? Not physically, no. Although mentally have always imagined clawing my cheek into ribbons when frustrated.
11.Say something totally random about yourself. My skin is so dry, the palms of my hands can make music when rubbed together. (I think I have the most unique palms. Muaha.)
12.Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? Some person called Shamiah Gamal (Riiight. Just because we have same names.) or Sharifah Aini. Ew. I hardly think so.
13.Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows? Sometimes. High Five. Or Hey Arnold.
14.Did you have braces? Yes.
15.Are you comfortable with your height? Learnt to be comfortable, I have. Alah bisa, tegal biasa.
16.What is the sweetest thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you? Hm. Do dads and brothers count here?
17.When do you know it's love? Umi says you'll just know when it's the one. Very helpful.
18.Do you speak any other languages? Besides English, Malay. I can read Arabic, and hope to learn to speak it by next year.
19.Have you ever been to a tanning salon? No. Don't need it either.
20.What magazines do you read? I don't read any diligently, but occasionally read FiRST, Time, Reader's Digest.
29.Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? No.
30.Do you actually read these when other people fill them out? I read Duck's. Haha.
~~~
1. First Name: Shamiah
2. Were you named after anyone? After one of the doors of Masjidil Haram (apparently).
3. Do you wish on stars? Not really. Can't really see that many stars in Singapore.
4. When did you last cry? Today while watching Prozac Nation on Star Movies.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Very proud of it.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Hah. What does this mean. Kari daging.
7. What is your birth date? 29 Apr
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Don't really buy many cds. Although it could possibly be Calcium Kid starring Orlando Bloom. (Cue: Sister throws tantrum.) I'm kidding, I think.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yes. :)
10. Are you a daredevil? No. Wish I was.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? No. As far as I can remember, that is.
12. Do looks matter? Yes, a bit.
13. How do you release anger? Cry. Brood. Or sleep.
14. Where is your second home? I don't want to say school! Euugh.
15. Do you trust others easily? Think so. I like to believe that people are good.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Soft toys. They still are. (Elsie! - Okay I've mentioned her at least 3 times I think.)
17. What class in secondary school do you think was totally useless? Social studies.
18. Do you have a journal? Yes. Blog plus a written one since Year 2000.
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Occasionally. Especially around dad.
20. Your nicknames? Again?! Vult.
21. Would you bungee jump? At this point, no.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. Who does? Psycho.
23. Do you think that you are strong? Physically - passably strong. Mentally/Emotionally - Very strong.
25. Shoe Size? 5 or 6
26. Red/Pink? Pink
27. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I find it hard to say what I mean most of the time. Not very articulate.
31. What are you listening to right now? Believe it or not, Elsie singing 'Home'. I suppose people are questioning my mental stability right now.
32. Last thing you ate? Granny's pudding.
33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Bluish-green.
34. What is the weather like right now? Dark. (The windows are closed and it's night, I can't be bothered to check. Okay?)
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? Brother at about 3pm today. He told me Said might come over to get his clothes he left at our house.
OKAY. DONE. I deleted the rest of the questions because they seem to be repetitive. Probably the last time I'd do anything crappy like this.
1. ARE YOU OVER 18? 6 months over 18
2. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE? A Dumbledore potterpuff
3. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT? Yes
4a. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? Why is the phone ringing so early in the morning?! -_- It's umi asking me to pass food to nani kala.
4b. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT YESTERDAY MORNING WHEN YOU WOKE UP? Gasp. Interview!
5. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY ON YOUR TABLE? Laptop, worksheets all over the place, letters...
6. GRILLED OR FRIED? Grilled.
7. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE? Uh... I'm the only 145 cm Malay-Indian-Arab Bafadhal for possibly kilometres around?
8. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? Don't think so. Unless my imagination runs a bit wild.
9. FAVORITE HANGOUT? Uh... cinema? Haha. Library!
10. 3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT? Books, eyesight aid (either contacts or glasses) and laptop
11. FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 1 THOUSAND DOLLARS? Wahahaha. Digicam. Or uh... some photo-editing program... or an electronic dictionary.
12. FAVORITE SONG WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPY? Can't think of one. Les Choristes soundtrack perhaps?
13. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? My evil side. And, oh, roaches of course.
14. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER? Hm. Frankly, I'm not sure. More of giver?
15. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Sham, Miah, ShamB, Vult...
16. WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME? Razak.
17. MOST RECENT MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED? Corpse Bride.
18. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND & COULD HAVE ONLY ONE KIND OF FOOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Brownies and ice cream.
19. FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL? The Brad Pitt-Heineken one.
20. FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE? Elsie. HAHA. Or maybe laptop. Oh, I dont know.
21. YOUR EYE COLOR? Blackish-brown? Not sure.
22. WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS BRING? Handphone, wallet and something to read while in transit.
23. WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? Doctor, biochemist. (Now I don't know what I want to be. Everything seems wrong.)
24. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 7 AM? Sleeping if there's no school, and on the train if there's school.
25. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET? Green and pink right now.
26. WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET? Many people. Rowling, the HP movie cast, Dunnett (wish she was still alive), Philippa Gregory, Keanu Reeves, M. Night Shyamalan, Sigmund Freud (though I'd be a bit scared), Carl Jung, Da Vinci, my grandfathers both of whom I haven't really met, and great grandfather from Yemen and Prophet Muhammad pbuh, among many others.
27. HOW'S LIFE TODAY? Quite horrid. Went to school for GP revision lecture but it was so crowded I couldn't get in. Then moped around a lot, and went home and moped some more. And then my nike shoes finally gave way - the sole came off and I had to cut it to be able to walk properly. Generally wasted a lot of time. What's wrong with me.
*** A continuation...
1. Whose picture is it that you keep on your wallet? Birds, Sis and me.
2. What time do you go to bed? Varies. Depends on what I'm doing. Average time: 11.45 pm
3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey? Chatted to friends. Before that, sembahyang terawih.
4. Who's the one you always meet the most? Sister.
5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help? Depends on what kind of help. Serious problems: parents and family. Other personal stuff: friends. birds, mostly.
6. What's on your mind right now? My back aches. When is this quiz ending... (I should be studying!)
8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun? The B! (Same answer as duckie. :))
9. What movie do you wanna watch now? Zorro the Sequel!!! And oh, GoF too.
10. When was the last time you went out? Yesterday, after interview. With sis. We took neoprint.
11. What do you hate the most for now? Exams and university applications. And stupid cca record.
12. When was the first time you slept alone? What do you mean alone?! In a room? Or in a house? In a room would be when I was about 5 and all I had was a small night light. I was a brave kid. Haha.
13. What do you want to do for now? Sleep.
14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep? Try to study everyday (note the word try) and surf the net and watch tv and read something.
15. Favourite pet? Don't have one. Unless you count fake animals. Then it'd be Elsie my lamb.
17. Colours that make you happy? Pastel colours. (I notice certain question numbers are missing... hm.)
19. What was the last thing you bought for your room? Wow. Cannot recall. Everything's so old.
21. Do you cook? No. Umi complains. I should learn soon.
22. Miss someone? I miss the B! (Same as Duckie. Me too! And Mumu. And cousins. Abah's side. Haven't met them in ages.)
23. Plan to buy something? Not really... Books again?
24. Are you satisfied with your life now? Okaylah... I have what I need. I just wish I knew what I want.
25. Do you like seafood? Love it! Prawns especially, and crabs and sotong and cockles.
26. Breakfast or dinner? Dinner I think.
27. What do you usually eat for breakfast? Uh... it's never fixed. But more often than not, it's eggs.
28. Did you eat breakfast today?I had sahur (before fasting meal). Which was last night's dinner - fish and prawns.
29. Do you recycle? Not really. Although my family reuses old newspapers: we lay sheets of newspaper on the floor, over which we sit and eat our food.
30. Do you have a laptop? Yes. Compaq.
31. What's your favorite fast food? Hm. Think it's cheese fries. But could be cheeseburger too.
32. Cats or dogs? Cats - since dogs are haram for me, and their barkings normally scare me to pieces.
33. Salty or sweet? Sweet I think.
34. City or country? Think I'd like country better.
35. What's your favorite kind of jeans? Any kind.
36. Is kissing normal for your age? Can't really comment. Haha. Haram for me. And besides have no one but lamb to kiss, and sister has outgrown too much to be kissed. Otherwise, apparently kissing's supposed to be normal in secular society if you're 18.
37. Are you athletic? No... Everything went down the drain when I failed to be normal in height. Although did participate in run in Pri 6.
38. Do you swear? Yes. Quite badly. Some people will be very surprised to hear this.
39. Would you ditch your friends for a date? Never put in such a situation before. (Same answer as Duckie.) But really, why can't you just arrange date on different day?
42. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Eh... Nope.
43. Coke or pepsi? Coke.
44. Sugar or spice? What kind of crappy question is this. Spice.
45. Can you use chopsticks? Not really. Can pick up some big things though.
46. Do you like to read for pleasure? What kind of mad question is this?!?! DEFINITELY A YES.
47. Do you care about getting good grades? Unfortunately, yes. It gets you places. Although I hate the fact that society is starting to measure a person's worth by his or her grades.
48. Have you ever slept during a lesson? Almost did in religious class. EVIL I am. Haha. Khalil Maun was just droning on and on and on... I think I almost did for physics too.
49. Get a job or ask your parents for money? Job.
50. Is your dad strict? Yes.
51. Do your parents give you enough privacy? Enough. Yes. No one reads my diary I trust, although there's no padlock on it.
52. Do your parents trust you? Yes.
53. Would you trade places (in life) with your best friends..? No.
54. Does your best friend get on your nerves? Have a few good friends. And sometimes friends do get on your nerves. Only you try not to scream at them so much. It's part of parcel of loving someone.
55. Do you make friends quickly? Not at all. Sometimes wish I do. I take AGES to warm up.
56. Do you get jealous of your friends? No.
57. Do you tell your mom everything? No. Who does?
58. What do you & your parents fight about the most? Grades. And whole thing about dad picking out husband. Ugh. Don't make me start.
***What, there's more... -_-
1.Name someone with the same birthday as you. If I'm not wrong, David Hume (Scottish phliosopher).
2.Where was your first kiss? Eh? That kind of kiss? Not yet. Otherwise, in the cot. Although you can't possibly trust my memory.
3.Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property? No. Pencil scribbles on lecture tables don't count. They can be erased.
4.Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? Brother. Flung him across room once. I'm stronger than I look.
5.Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people? Must have at some point in primary school or kindergarten. Performed so many times.
6.What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? Eh. Same thing I notice about anyone? Eyes, I think.
7.What really turns you on? Another 'eh' question. Don't know yet.
8.What do you order at Starbucks? Caramel or mocha frappe. Sinful.
9.What is your biggest mistake? Hm. Don't know. Hating milk? Haha. Maybe being evil to parents sometimes.
10.Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? Not physically, no. Although mentally have always imagined clawing my cheek into ribbons when frustrated.
11.Say something totally random about yourself. My skin is so dry, the palms of my hands can make music when rubbed together. (I think I have the most unique palms. Muaha.)
12.Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? Some person called Shamiah Gamal (Riiight. Just because we have same names.) or Sharifah Aini. Ew. I hardly think so.
13.Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows? Sometimes. High Five. Or Hey Arnold.
14.Did you have braces? Yes.
15.Are you comfortable with your height? Learnt to be comfortable, I have. Alah bisa, tegal biasa.
16.What is the sweetest thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you? Hm. Do dads and brothers count here?
17.When do you know it's love? Umi says you'll just know when it's the one. Very helpful.
18.Do you speak any other languages? Besides English, Malay. I can read Arabic, and hope to learn to speak it by next year.
19.Have you ever been to a tanning salon? No. Don't need it either.
20.What magazines do you read? I don't read any diligently, but occasionally read FiRST, Time, Reader's Digest.
29.Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? No.
30.Do you actually read these when other people fill them out? I read Duck's. Haha.
~~~
1. First Name: Shamiah
2. Were you named after anyone? After one of the doors of Masjidil Haram (apparently).
3. Do you wish on stars? Not really. Can't really see that many stars in Singapore.
4. When did you last cry? Today while watching Prozac Nation on Star Movies.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Very proud of it.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Hah. What does this mean. Kari daging.
7. What is your birth date? 29 Apr
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Don't really buy many cds. Although it could possibly be Calcium Kid starring Orlando Bloom. (Cue: Sister throws tantrum.) I'm kidding, I think.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Yes. :)
10. Are you a daredevil? No. Wish I was.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? No. As far as I can remember, that is.
12. Do looks matter? Yes, a bit.
13. How do you release anger? Cry. Brood. Or sleep.
14. Where is your second home? I don't want to say school! Euugh.
15. Do you trust others easily? Think so. I like to believe that people are good.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Soft toys. They still are. (Elsie! - Okay I've mentioned her at least 3 times I think.)
17. What class in secondary school do you think was totally useless? Social studies.
18. Do you have a journal? Yes. Blog plus a written one since Year 2000.
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Occasionally. Especially around dad.
20. Your nicknames? Again?! Vult.
21. Would you bungee jump? At this point, no.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. Who does? Psycho.
23. Do you think that you are strong? Physically - passably strong. Mentally/Emotionally - Very strong.
25. Shoe Size? 5 or 6
26. Red/Pink? Pink
27. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I find it hard to say what I mean most of the time. Not very articulate.
31. What are you listening to right now? Believe it or not, Elsie singing 'Home'. I suppose people are questioning my mental stability right now.
32. Last thing you ate? Granny's pudding.
33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Bluish-green.
34. What is the weather like right now? Dark. (The windows are closed and it's night, I can't be bothered to check. Okay?)
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? Brother at about 3pm today. He told me Said might come over to get his clothes he left at our house.
OKAY. DONE. I deleted the rest of the questions because they seem to be repetitive. Probably the last time I'd do anything crappy like this.
I just can't talk. I think I have quite a problem with speech. Getting the right words out. Which is why I prefer writing (or in this case blogging or typing) because you have time to deliberate your words. And even if I manage to say something, it turns out to be hurtful, or mean, or plain stupid. I've learnt that, more often than not, shutting up is better than talking.
I keep coming up with all these stupid analogies of life in my head. It used to be me in a deep pit. And me trying to get out. Now I seem to think it's like a vast ocean, and I'm floating and drifting around, like a piece of wood, quite aimlessly. And sometimes, I think I've anchored somewhere, and found my place. But no. I'll realise I'm drifting again. There's another analogy that I came up with before the ocean one. The one where I see Life as a long stretch of road with houses left and right. Only I'm an outsider, looking in through the windows. But never stepping in. And once again, sometimes, I'll think I've found my house. But no. It's only because the warmth from within has seeped through the glass and I forget that I'm still out in the cold. And I'll walk on to the next house, and the next one, and the next one. And all the time I'm dreaming of that one house, with someone standing at the window to look back at me; to tell me this is home, and let me in.
It seems like I'm ungrateful, right? I make myself angry thinking like this. Because I am extremely happy with some things in my life, I am. It's just that a lot of the time, your brain tends to focus on the things you wish you had, or that feeling of dissatisfaction, the source of which you can't pinpoint. The devil's work, perhaps. I'm just saying that's how I feel sometimes. And that's when all these analogies come into my head.
I keep coming up with all these stupid analogies of life in my head. It used to be me in a deep pit. And me trying to get out. Now I seem to think it's like a vast ocean, and I'm floating and drifting around, like a piece of wood, quite aimlessly. And sometimes, I think I've anchored somewhere, and found my place. But no. I'll realise I'm drifting again. There's another analogy that I came up with before the ocean one. The one where I see Life as a long stretch of road with houses left and right. Only I'm an outsider, looking in through the windows. But never stepping in. And once again, sometimes, I'll think I've found my house. But no. It's only because the warmth from within has seeped through the glass and I forget that I'm still out in the cold. And I'll walk on to the next house, and the next one, and the next one. And all the time I'm dreaming of that one house, with someone standing at the window to look back at me; to tell me this is home, and let me in.
It seems like I'm ungrateful, right? I make myself angry thinking like this. Because I am extremely happy with some things in my life, I am. It's just that a lot of the time, your brain tends to focus on the things you wish you had, or that feeling of dissatisfaction, the source of which you can't pinpoint. The devil's work, perhaps. I'm just saying that's how I feel sometimes. And that's when all these analogies come into my head.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Had my interview today. Shall try to describe it in detail.
It was conducted in this weird glassy-doored room in VJ. And when I got there, I had to wait for a bit outside. And the wait made me fidgety, and I kept running through the possible questions in my head. (By the way, I was wearing a grey blouse and long black pants.)
Finally, when she came up to invite me in, I remember being first, relieved. Because she was smiling, and really, really nice - you can tell straight away. And she was very natural and casual about everything. She was a pretty old lady, I say at least mid-fifties, but she had nice wrinkles. Brown hair and very tall. Her name was Dr Susan Stobbs, she's a physicist from the college I applied to: Pembroke. I want to smack myself thinking about how I behaved. I think I smiled too much to cover up my nervousness, and when I started to talk my mouth went a bit dry.
The first question she asked, was naturally, 'Why'd you pick Pembroke?' And I just said something about gut-feeling, it's a small college, beautiful... blah blah. I tell you, all the sensible answers just flew from my head. This always seems to happen to me. When I actually have to prove myself on something, I don't. I forgot the fact that I like Pembroke because it seems to encourage diversity. That would have been an okay answer.
Then she asked me what I like about Biology and Psychology. The psychology answer was just bleeagh again. I kept saying about understanding people and helping them and couldn't elaborate. Then after this expected initial introduction part she started asking about personality and genetics (Can't quite remember the exact phrasing of her question.) and I said about how research has shown a lot of one's personality, and intelligence as well, is genetic while of course upbringing does play a part. And I didn't back it up with any information that I've read! I could have mentioned the Child of Our Time documentary, or Manu's book that she's lent me about the Genome, or any of the twin research findings that we've always heard about. Gah. So frustrating. My answers were just so unsatisfying.
Then she began the really weird science-y questions. She asked me about sound waves. And why we have two eyes or ears. I was quite stumped, and gave very simplistic answers which were not what she was looking for. Then she drew on a piece of white paper a diagram of sound waves and tried to guide me to the answer. For instance, she'd ask me how sound waves travel, then I'd say: propagated by air molecules. And she'd go, "Yes. That's right." encouragingly, thereby making me feel less stupid. (But really, when I look back in retrospect.. sigh. pathetic I am.) Apparently, with two ears, we have two channels through which sound waves can travel and that creates interference within our brain, making it loud, I guess. How am I supposed to know that?! You'd have to hint me a million times for me to get that.
After that, shockingly, she asked me to differentiate and integrate! And an alarm bell just went off in my head, you know. My math isn't fantastic. She gave me two equations, both with trigo in them. Thank god I could do them both. And thank god Salman asked me to help him with integration just this past weekend - it refreshed my memory.
Oh, after this one, was the disastrous physics hot air balloon question. It's supposed to be easy, but I just couldn't think straight. And she asked me about archimedes' principle, which thank the Lord, I could remember by heart. And she asked the volume of air that needs to be contained within the balloon to buoy the whole structure up. I was just so unbearably slow to arrive at the answer, and she had to do it for me! Tell me, are we supposed to know that one cubic metre of air is 1 kg? Because I couldn't remember that, and she had to guide me in a roundabout way, involving chemistry and molar volume.
I don't know if the purpose of asking these questions are to see how good we are with our concepts, or the purpose is to see our thought processes. Either way, I don't think I impressed her very much.
After that, she asked about my hobbies. I said reading and video-editing. I wanted to elaborate on my reading but then I didn't think she was interested in my obsession over Philippa Gregory's books or Lymond. She jokingly said I could make a documentary of cambridge then. Haha. I can't remember if I said: "If I get there." Don't think I did. Must have been that cynical voice in my head. But I just laughed a bit. She asked me about my neuroscience attachment too and I talked about that pretty okay. And wondered if I wanted to be a medic (cause I talked about the surgeons). But I said something along the lines of not being very steady with my hands and lacking the ability to make quick on-the-spot decisions. I stuttered a bit.
And she asked me if I'd taken the SAT. And I told her I took another one recently and I got the results yesterday. And told her: 770 for Critical Reading, 760 for Math and 700 for Writing. At the writing part she commented: 'That's very good.' Which made me go YAY a bit. Because even if I don't apply to US, and I told her I don't think I will, my SAT results have been of some use to boost my image.
When she asked me if I had any questions about Natural Sciences or Cambridge in general, the first thing that went through my mind was, 'Huh. It's gonna be over already? So fast? Or does she think I'm so boring she wants to be rid of me as soon as possible?' Anyway, I asked her what she liked best about her students. Apparently they're all very bright and enthusiastic. Oh dear, how do I keep up.
Time flew by fast. She informed me that the result of my application will be out in January and ended off with a 'Nice to meet you.' I almost stumbled over my bag in the process of getting up and thanked her profusely.
Overall, it could have been LOADS better. But nevermind if I don't get in, although I'm holding out for that little bit of chance. I still have that MA degree course in Edinburgh University to feel extremely hopeful about. And if even that doesn't materialise, I still have NUS. Which can still be fun, I'm sure.
Will start to intensively research NUS degree courses after As.
It was conducted in this weird glassy-doored room in VJ. And when I got there, I had to wait for a bit outside. And the wait made me fidgety, and I kept running through the possible questions in my head. (By the way, I was wearing a grey blouse and long black pants.)
Finally, when she came up to invite me in, I remember being first, relieved. Because she was smiling, and really, really nice - you can tell straight away. And she was very natural and casual about everything. She was a pretty old lady, I say at least mid-fifties, but she had nice wrinkles. Brown hair and very tall. Her name was Dr Susan Stobbs, she's a physicist from the college I applied to: Pembroke. I want to smack myself thinking about how I behaved. I think I smiled too much to cover up my nervousness, and when I started to talk my mouth went a bit dry.
The first question she asked, was naturally, 'Why'd you pick Pembroke?' And I just said something about gut-feeling, it's a small college, beautiful... blah blah. I tell you, all the sensible answers just flew from my head. This always seems to happen to me. When I actually have to prove myself on something, I don't. I forgot the fact that I like Pembroke because it seems to encourage diversity. That would have been an okay answer.
Then she asked me what I like about Biology and Psychology. The psychology answer was just bleeagh again. I kept saying about understanding people and helping them and couldn't elaborate. Then after this expected initial introduction part she started asking about personality and genetics (Can't quite remember the exact phrasing of her question.) and I said about how research has shown a lot of one's personality, and intelligence as well, is genetic while of course upbringing does play a part. And I didn't back it up with any information that I've read! I could have mentioned the Child of Our Time documentary, or Manu's book that she's lent me about the Genome, or any of the twin research findings that we've always heard about. Gah. So frustrating. My answers were just so unsatisfying.
Then she began the really weird science-y questions. She asked me about sound waves. And why we have two eyes or ears. I was quite stumped, and gave very simplistic answers which were not what she was looking for. Then she drew on a piece of white paper a diagram of sound waves and tried to guide me to the answer. For instance, she'd ask me how sound waves travel, then I'd say: propagated by air molecules. And she'd go, "Yes. That's right." encouragingly, thereby making me feel less stupid. (But really, when I look back in retrospect.. sigh. pathetic I am.) Apparently, with two ears, we have two channels through which sound waves can travel and that creates interference within our brain, making it loud, I guess. How am I supposed to know that?! You'd have to hint me a million times for me to get that.
After that, shockingly, she asked me to differentiate and integrate! And an alarm bell just went off in my head, you know. My math isn't fantastic. She gave me two equations, both with trigo in them. Thank god I could do them both. And thank god Salman asked me to help him with integration just this past weekend - it refreshed my memory.
Oh, after this one, was the disastrous physics hot air balloon question. It's supposed to be easy, but I just couldn't think straight. And she asked me about archimedes' principle, which thank the Lord, I could remember by heart. And she asked the volume of air that needs to be contained within the balloon to buoy the whole structure up. I was just so unbearably slow to arrive at the answer, and she had to do it for me! Tell me, are we supposed to know that one cubic metre of air is 1 kg? Because I couldn't remember that, and she had to guide me in a roundabout way, involving chemistry and molar volume.
I don't know if the purpose of asking these questions are to see how good we are with our concepts, or the purpose is to see our thought processes. Either way, I don't think I impressed her very much.
After that, she asked about my hobbies. I said reading and video-editing. I wanted to elaborate on my reading but then I didn't think she was interested in my obsession over Philippa Gregory's books or Lymond. She jokingly said I could make a documentary of cambridge then. Haha. I can't remember if I said: "If I get there." Don't think I did. Must have been that cynical voice in my head. But I just laughed a bit. She asked me about my neuroscience attachment too and I talked about that pretty okay. And wondered if I wanted to be a medic (cause I talked about the surgeons). But I said something along the lines of not being very steady with my hands and lacking the ability to make quick on-the-spot decisions. I stuttered a bit.
And she asked me if I'd taken the SAT. And I told her I took another one recently and I got the results yesterday. And told her: 770 for Critical Reading, 760 for Math and 700 for Writing. At the writing part she commented: 'That's very good.' Which made me go YAY a bit. Because even if I don't apply to US, and I told her I don't think I will, my SAT results have been of some use to boost my image.
When she asked me if I had any questions about Natural Sciences or Cambridge in general, the first thing that went through my mind was, 'Huh. It's gonna be over already? So fast? Or does she think I'm so boring she wants to be rid of me as soon as possible?' Anyway, I asked her what she liked best about her students. Apparently they're all very bright and enthusiastic. Oh dear, how do I keep up.
Time flew by fast. She informed me that the result of my application will be out in January and ended off with a 'Nice to meet you.' I almost stumbled over my bag in the process of getting up and thanked her profusely.
Overall, it could have been LOADS better. But nevermind if I don't get in, although I'm holding out for that little bit of chance. I still have that MA degree course in Edinburgh University to feel extremely hopeful about. And if even that doesn't materialise, I still have NUS. Which can still be fun, I'm sure.
Will start to intensively research NUS degree courses after As.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Mugglenut has 64 fantastic GoF pics. Why does Barty Crouch Jr. have dark brown hair instead of strawy yellow hair? I know it's such a minor detail but it's irksome. You don't see Aragorn spotting yellow hair, right? By the way, this coming GoF movie will be the first HP movie that I won't be able to watch on its opening day. Initially, I was traumatised, but have now learnt to get over it. Ah sigh. Will stuff blue tack in my ears if necessary.
Check out the potterpuffs! They are so adorable. Here.
Check out the potterpuffs! They are so adorable. Here.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Had a dream where I was accused of doing something bad (I can no longer recall what) and no one would hear my side of the story. And I was fighting with people and was so angry and upset. Hm. Too much drama in my head.
Anyway, last night, whole family camped out in front of tv downstairs at about 11pm to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. We brought quilts and an abundance of pillows and the lights were dimmed appropriately, I thought the movie was pretty scary, but almost everyone else had fallen asleep at one point. I have never dozed off watching a movie. Ever.
The fact that it's based on a true story only makes it more... terrifying. And apparently, the recorded tape they played was from the real exorcism. Possessed, Emily Rose spouted Aramaic, and had incredible strength, contorted herself into weird positions and screamed for hours on end. The 'demon' would speak to the priest and identify himself as the same being who had dwelled in Judas and Belial (Looked up wikipedia: Among certain sections of the Jews, this demon was considered the chief of all the devils), among others. I was fascinated by the whole thing. And the poor girl eventually died, if you didn't already know, because she didn't receive medical treatment and she refused to let the exorcism to continue.
Anyway, last night, whole family camped out in front of tv downstairs at about 11pm to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. We brought quilts and an abundance of pillows and the lights were dimmed appropriately, I thought the movie was pretty scary, but almost everyone else had fallen asleep at one point. I have never dozed off watching a movie. Ever.
The fact that it's based on a true story only makes it more... terrifying. And apparently, the recorded tape they played was from the real exorcism. Possessed, Emily Rose spouted Aramaic, and had incredible strength, contorted herself into weird positions and screamed for hours on end. The 'demon' would speak to the priest and identify himself as the same being who had dwelled in Judas and Belial (Looked up wikipedia: Among certain sections of the Jews, this demon was considered the chief of all the devils), among others. I was fascinated by the whole thing. And the poor girl eventually died, if you didn't already know, because she didn't receive medical treatment and she refused to let the exorcism to continue.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Had farewell today. To start off, it was a pretty chaotic morning. Was going frantically about collecting prelim papers and then was almost literally shoved into position of going up onto stage. When I was settling down after the brief panic of looking for a tie and trying to find seat CA 27, I had time to think about what I had to do. And the only qualm I had about going on stage to get the certs was that my principal, nice as he is, can only make me look utterly bad with all his 2 metre glory. But then I realised - I don't care anymore. I really don't. I have finally crossed that barrier. I feel so happy and liberated. I don't think anyone jabbing at this issue can make me feel sad, disappointed, upset or anything anymore. Not my family, not my friends, not anybody. And if the whole point of my having to go on stage was to realise this, then I'm glad I did.
So today meant something to me, personally. A stepping stone.
And as if to prove myself on this point, when Heng Liang (OG mate who sat next to me) complained I was too short cause his arms were bent weirdly around my shoulders when we were singing, I merely rolled my eyes and said 'I'm sorry!' sarcastically. It was no longer pretend. It was real.
I suppose no one can really understand my being so petty. Hey, I don't expect anyone to.
Anyway, I thought Mr Hodge's speech, and Jia Lun's speech and Ms Lo's apple story were all nice and memorable. Almost teared at some parts.
On other matters: there is a cockroach in my house kitchen. And there has been two human encounters. Once it was with my sis and once with me. And my feet immediately cringe upon my stepping on the kitchen tiles. Breathing rate increases too. Reflex action. You have no idea how these gross creatures have tormented my childhood.
So today meant something to me, personally. A stepping stone.
And as if to prove myself on this point, when Heng Liang (OG mate who sat next to me) complained I was too short cause his arms were bent weirdly around my shoulders when we were singing, I merely rolled my eyes and said 'I'm sorry!' sarcastically. It was no longer pretend. It was real.
I suppose no one can really understand my being so petty. Hey, I don't expect anyone to.
Anyway, I thought Mr Hodge's speech, and Jia Lun's speech and Ms Lo's apple story were all nice and memorable. Almost teared at some parts.
On other matters: there is a cockroach in my house kitchen. And there has been two human encounters. Once it was with my sis and once with me. And my feet immediately cringe upon my stepping on the kitchen tiles. Breathing rate increases too. Reflex action. You have no idea how these gross creatures have tormented my childhood.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Am burning cds... And waiting for chem questions to come via email. So much work to do.
Lately, have been watching One Tree Hill (or Satu Pokok Bukit, as me and sis have started to call it) at 5pm... It seems there are three shows of it playing at the same time or something... 2 on Channel 5 and one on Star World. Am so backdated, but that's what happens when you air shows at 12 or 1 am. -_- Everwood is on Sundays again instead of 3 am, and so many things have happened since I last watched, it's unbelievable. Bright and Ephram are good friends now?! Stupid Channel 5! My gosh.
Cd burning going ever so slowly.
Okay, I should be off to do more mundane but productive things - aka study.
Lately, have been watching One Tree Hill (or Satu Pokok Bukit, as me and sis have started to call it) at 5pm... It seems there are three shows of it playing at the same time or something... 2 on Channel 5 and one on Star World. Am so backdated, but that's what happens when you air shows at 12 or 1 am. -_- Everwood is on Sundays again instead of 3 am, and so many things have happened since I last watched, it's unbelievable. Bright and Ephram are good friends now?! Stupid Channel 5! My gosh.
Cd burning going ever so slowly.
Okay, I should be off to do more mundane but productive things - aka study.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Lately, I feel like everything I write is being exposed to more pairs of eyes than I intended. My intuition proved true! Hah. I discovered only yesterday that more family members have stumbled upon this place. Ah well. This is the web and people can come and go as they please. There's nothing wrong with having a greater audience. I merely miss my old days of obscurity, when I could count my readers on one hand. And I can't say that now I write with the same lack of inhibition. I spend more time pondering my sentences and backspace a hundred times more frequently than I used to. And have regrettably deleted heartfelt outpourings after much thought. I could, like others have, abandon my blog upon the shocking revelation of unwonted readers, but then, guess what? I like this place; I like this little bit of space I have in the cyberworld and I have, without initial plan or intention, kept this place for more than 3 years. It's grown on me. And unlike my written diaries, it has no limit: I won't ever have to come to the end of the last page and say goodbye to a precious book. And guess what else? - There is a certain thrill in knowing people read your words. Granted, I sacrifice certain topics of discussion, but I have never stupidly gossiped, bad-mouthed anyone or revealed my deepest secrets here anyway. So what's there to lose?
Moving on: The more I think about it, the more certain I am that I went completely off topic for my SAT essay yesterday and will get a 3 and below. Gah. I badly want to do well.
Moving on: The more I think about it, the more certain I am that I went completely off topic for my SAT essay yesterday and will get a 3 and below. Gah. I badly want to do well.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
I can't find my thumbdrive anywhere! Ugh... Where where where. Things like this are not cheap... Okay. Found it. My brother had it. Typical! Whenever I find things missing, I should just go to his room.
I think my old disease is coming back... Am having less and less mood and inspiration to write. And there's all this talk about being liable for anything that appears at your website or blog or wherever. So if some random psycho decides to flood my guestbook with offensive racial comments, I'll be blamed. Of course... I don't incite any ill-feelings in my blog... Do I? Why do people have to be so mean... If you have an opinion, just say it with respect lah...
I think my old disease is coming back... Am having less and less mood and inspiration to write. And there's all this talk about being liable for anything that appears at your website or blog or wherever. So if some random psycho decides to flood my guestbook with offensive racial comments, I'll be blamed. Of course... I don't incite any ill-feelings in my blog... Do I? Why do people have to be so mean... If you have an opinion, just say it with respect lah...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Ramadhan Mubarak! The blessed month is here.
Starting to feel easily tired again. Really need sleep. -__- Zzzz.
The other night, my brother came home from school complaining about the tough chemistry paper. And he said that he was not 'cut out for studying'. To which my dad replied, 'Then what? You're cut out for relaxing, watching tv and playing soccer ah?' And I burst out laughing. I know it doesn't look funny in words, but believe me, it was. My dad said it so matter-of-factly, that it just brings the point across even better. Cassie's fics, friends and especially Nikki might have taught me a lot about sarcasm, but it is from my dad that I learnt sarcasm first. And sometimes, it can piss me off too. Like tonight, cause he was annoyed that I was watching tv after maghrib, he said, 'Malam ni sembahyang terawih tau.' Omg. We know. I'm sorry I switched on the tv for that whole 10 minutes. But then, I'd rather have my dad's subtle reprimands than my mum's outright scoldings any day. Because the latter is just... painful, and I must say, works better too.
Starting to feel easily tired again. Really need sleep. -__- Zzzz.
The other night, my brother came home from school complaining about the tough chemistry paper. And he said that he was not 'cut out for studying'. To which my dad replied, 'Then what? You're cut out for relaxing, watching tv and playing soccer ah?' And I burst out laughing. I know it doesn't look funny in words, but believe me, it was. My dad said it so matter-of-factly, that it just brings the point across even better. Cassie's fics, friends and especially Nikki might have taught me a lot about sarcasm, but it is from my dad that I learnt sarcasm first. And sometimes, it can piss me off too. Like tonight, cause he was annoyed that I was watching tv after maghrib, he said, 'Malam ni sembahyang terawih tau.' Omg. We know. I'm sorry I switched on the tv for that whole 10 minutes. But then, I'd rather have my dad's subtle reprimands than my mum's outright scoldings any day. Because the latter is just... painful, and I must say, works better too.