Peace be upon you.

There i was, nonchantly flipping throung my physics textbook, scribbling down his name here and there, when suddenly, it struck me, that,

MY OLEVELS START NEXT WEEK!

I am in a state of kiasuism and am currently mugging from sahur all the way to 12 midnight. (thats a lie) Ok, im mugging for at least 6 hours a day, so yeah, no entries till the weekend!

On a side note, physics practical went really smoothly. weeeeee. Ok geng, dun miss me too much ya? If you really cant help it, then please sms me at 94562544. Emergency cases only ah? kerkerkerk.

Gotta go then, wanna help mom prepare for break fast. Gonna stuff Mee Goreng, Roti Tuna and Nagasari (my all time fav) deep in my empty bowels which are now playing some dikir tune which i have forgotten. Oh not to forget, Campbell soup! yum yum.

Faddys now flying away to NeverNeverLand where there are no stupid retarded stuff such as the O Levels.




Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

I was just hopping around websites, and i came across www.lioncitydiy.com's forum as well as a metal forum. Was reading through posts, and this caught my eye.

[Start]
I often see people wearing the Nazi swastika here in Asia. I don’t understand…and I have to wonder if the people wearing it understand what it is and what it means.

The original swastika is a symbol which originated in India. It has its place in many cultures and can be seen throughout India, as well as much of the rest of Asia. It its original form, it is a symbol of peace and wellbeing. It can be found on Hindu and Buddhist temples and in many countries it signifies that a restaurant serves vegetarian and/or vegan food.

However, the one many people in Asia are presently using as some sort of fashion statement—black figure, sharp angles extending clockwise, usually set at an angle and enclosed in a white circle and red box—is the official emblem of
the Nazi party and Third Reich, which reigned in Germany under the leadership of Adolf Hitler from 1933 to 1945. Nazism stood for the racial superiority of white people, or specifically, Aryans (non-Jewish Caucasians) and the eventual subjugation and even elimination of what Nazis considered “inferior races.” This doctrine formed out of a 19th century trend of scientific racism where many white people viewed all “darker” skinned races (including Asians) as physically and intellectually inferior. Unfortunately, many people still believe such views. So, by wearing this symbol, you are telling people that you support a theory that not only considers YOU inferior, but also promotes the subjugation (and eventual elimination) of you, your family and your friends. Nazi ideology culminated in Europe during World War II when Germany and the Nazis seized control over most of Europe and systematically annihilated 6,000,000 Jews and at least 4,000,000 other peoples also considered to be “sub-humans.” So it is no surprise why at this point, the Nazi swastika has become one of the most hated symbols in the history of mankind. It isn’t cool. It isn’t tough. It’s IGNORANT!

This is a friendly note to educate you among the ignorant and uninformed who wear this symbol on your clothing or have it on your motorcycle, helmet, or car. But in most places, like NY where I come from, if you wore the Nazi swastika in public, it wouldn’t be unusual for you to be beaten in the street, probably have your motorcycle or car destroyed, and receive not an ounce of sympathy in return. – Josh, NYC

Note: Please copy this page. If you see someone wearing a Nazi swastika or someone who has one on their motorcycle, car or helmet… hand them a copy and walk away. Put it on their car or motorcycle and walk away. Fight ignorance with education!!! If that doesn’t work… well… your call…
[End]

:: Disclaimer:
I am in no means related to nazis, punks, metalheads or the underground scene. Things like this just interest me, and i prefer to sit back and absorb the knowledge without getting involved in fights, idealogies etc that i might have to embrace if i happen to be involved in the scene. I only listen and enjoy the music, not the violence which might come along with it. So yeah, stop racism, copy the above extract, print it, and pass it to someone you know who wears the swastika, peacefully. thats the keyword, peacefully. The world is already as f*d up as it is, what with big scale violence such as the America-Iraq war and terrorism, as well as mini scale violence (but violence all the same) like the fights which break out in gigs (ive read and heard about loads between punks and skins) as well as racism. So.. Er. Am i making sense? haha. Oh well. i think i should give a shot writing about racism and stuff in another entry. Its getting too late, and my head's spinning. Too much info! Too much knowledge! Dang, and i didnt even touch my textbooks. huargahaha.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Bte Wahid.

Peace be upon you.



This is my frigging brother.
He's like an itch that wont go away.
Bloody friggin irritant.
Helping him is like helping a stuck dog.
Melepaskan anjing yang tersepit.
My blood's boiling at 100 degrees.
BAH. Hope my puasa tak batal.
Only God knows.
I so frigging hate him right now.

Grr.
Nur Fadhilah Bte Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

Too many pics in this blog i guess. Therefore, no eye candy for you in this entry! hehe.

Ok so ive been out the whole of yesterday, thus resulting in the absence of daily doses of Fadhilah-speak. Reason being ive been out visiting a sick relative at the hospital in the morning, shopping for Hari Raya with mom for the whole afternoon and evening, breaking my fast and performing my terawih at my paternal grandparents' in the night and not to forget, modelling my new clothes in front of the mirror upon reaching home, much to the amusement of my dad.

xx Doctor, i can't feel my hands xx

Me and my mom left the house at 11 am and embarked on a journey to a hospital at Simei (i forgot the name lah). In the lift, mom was commenting on the way i dressed. (Of course, she was conversing in Malay, but i translated it to English for easy reading by other races).

Mom : Why you tuck in your shirt? It was not in that manner the past few months.
Me : Fashion, mak, fashion.
Mom : Fashion your head. You want to show people your belly? You wear the tudung but you let people see your belly.
Me : (Stretches hands in all directions). Ha! Cannot see what.
Mom : (Silence.)

Hhaha. I am so evil. But hey, my mom didnt get upset, i guess it was due to the fact that my belly really couldnt be seen. hyukhyuk. Funny lah my mak. So on the Mrt i was like reading The New Paper and mom, the Berita Harian so the journey was kind of quiet. Upon hearing the mundane and oh-so-familiar voice of the operater claiming "Simei", me and my mak alighted.

Me : Ibu, what bus to take ah? I think my Ez-Link gonna be zero already.
Mom : Can walk lah.
Me : Where? You know how to walk there or not?
Mom : Yah lah. You are really noisy you know. I used to go there everyday to visit arwah nenek when she was in hospital.
Me : Ok. But i really cant see the hospital from here!
Mom : (ignore).

After stepping out of the interchange, we stood for a moment in the blinding afternoon sun. Mom then turned to her right, and walked straight, commenting that she was really sure that that was the way. (She seems to have forgotten the fact that she may have visited my arwah nenek everyday, but that was a year ago). Upon walking, came across eye candy in the form of cute guys (batal puasa aku.). After walking for 10 mins:

Mom : Eh is this the right way?

Wahhhh. I feel like dieing right there and then man. My feet was already tortured by blisters, and there she was, saying that. Grrr. But ended up it was the right way, so we entered the hospital.

Kak Rohayah, the relative who was hospitalised, was actually having a skin problem. May sound minor, but how does having all the specialists from The Skin Centre coming down personally to have a look at you sound? Gosh, you should see her man. It was terrible. Her hands were black, like it was burnt, and her feet had black spots with pus oozing out. She told me, or rather my mom, that her whole body was as if it had gone through terrible sunburn.

She later elaborated that she was made to go through this Phy-something-therapy, in which she was wheeled into a particular blackpainted room, her head covered ala beheading style, and her whole body then being made to undergo intensive radiation. The result? Swollen black palms having the height of two of my Physics books (thats real thick) and stubbles in place of fingers. It was also as hard as a wooden table. Wah. Can die man like that.

So anyway, after having the normal Chit-Chat, and me cairing at a cute doctor named Sofian, we set off to shop.

xx More plastic bags can show off what xx

So at around 130 pm we arrived at my cousin's house to perform our solat prayers. Later we headed to Tampines Mall/Century Square to do what grrls are born to do. I can tell that my mom was in a great mood, as surprisingly, she spent a grand total of $399.75 for the whole shopping trip( Plus a lil food for buka), all in cash, i might add. I was going Phwoar! in my mind whenever she whipped out crisp $50 notes.

So our first stop was U2, in which i bought a pair of brown khaki pants which cost $59, and chose a pair of black jeans for Fauzi, my second brother, which cost $49. Then we headed to Isetan, where we bought more then $150 worth of stuff. I managed to grab a beige blouse, chose shirts and pants for my brothers. Mom bought a suit for herself as well. Headed on to Surf'N'Ski, where i chose a brown Tshirt for my brother which costs $32 i think. Bought a brown belt for myself at 77 street and a brown turtleneck at BYIS, or isit BVIS? Aiyah something like that. Another pair of pants for my youngest brother Farhan at some kiddie shop. We then entered this jewellery store, and i was mega surprised when my mom said:

Mom : You want this ring? I buy for you.
Me : Er. (looks around) No thanks.
Mom : This bracelet?
Me : Er. Nevermind lah.
Mom : This necklace?
Me : Er. Not like i wear necklaces much what.
Mom : How about you pierce your ear now, and i buy for you this earstud.
Me : Er. Kan leceh pakai tudung nak pierce my ear?
Mom : So you don't want anything from this shop?
Me : (Looks around) er. Dont think so.

I was like wwhhhaaat. K all of you must think that im mad to let go of an opportunity like that, but hey, im not much of a jewellery wearer, so what for waste my mom's money right? haha. On the way to the interchange:

Mom : Nur, you put the small plastic bags into the big ones lah. Easier for you to carry.
Me : Er. Can i not?
Mom : Why?
Me : More plastic bags can show off what.

hahhahahha. I am so crazy at times.

xx Erk! So many leftovers! xx

Reached my grannie's just in time to squeeze in the Asar prayers before the commence of the azan. Cik Eca's and Cik Da's family were there too. So in the hall drooling over the large spread of food, were 4 families. Once the azan was heard, all of us digged in into food like Macaroni Goreng, Rojak Mama, Lontong goreng and much much more. Burp. So many leftovers for Sahur, i tell you.

After performing Maghrib prayers on our own, all of us just sat down and mingled with one another, until the Isyak prayers had to be done. So we prayed together in the living room and continued with Solat Terawih and Witir (Finally, ive done it. hehe). After the prayers, we had a round of Do'a session, in which my uncle who headed the prayers broke down in tears, which soon resulted in me crying to. Ive not really been a good Muslim, and yesterday just made me feel so lucky that Allah gave me so chances in life to repent. Alhamdulillah.

xx Am i a model or what? xx

So yeah, upon reaching home, the whole family looked through what i had chosen for them. Thank my lucky stars, or rather, my good taste (wahah), all of them liked what they saw. I then did a round of catwalk in front of the big mirror and realised, Hey. I can look good if i want to you know! hahahah. Perasan.

xx Present xx

So i still have not stepped into the shower. No wonder i sense a bout of rainfall coming soon. haha. Is called me after Sahur this morning, and we chatted all the way till 7am, in which my free incoming ends. haha. So sad. Should have talked longer. The boy's comp has gone kapoot, and i miss him so much. Sob Sob. K this entry is too long. Toodles!

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Timecheck : 55 mins.

Peace be upon you.

xx Doesn't expecting the uenxpected make the unexpected become the expected? xx

Btw, just refresh if the pics dont come out properly. But hey, you can view without pics too, although its much nicer with pics. wat am i blabbering?

Timecheck : 7:29 am (surprised?)

Brrr. Its so cold this morning, i can practically hear myself shivering. Is is supposed to be online right now, passing me yesterday's pics, but yeah, DSL connection can be rather unreliable.

Why am i up so early? haha. Cuz after my sahur, i slept, only to be waken up at 6.15am by a screaming mother. "Bangooon!! Belom solat subuh!". So i woke up, cleansed myself and did my prayers. Whilst nodding off to dreamland, i heard a rather familiar grumble from my stomach, and a sharp excruciating pain that kept poking me. Egad. Its the time for me to poop. So poop i did.

Woke Is up so that he can pass me the pics, as i couldnt wait to blog, so here i am. Without pictures of course. Lets just hope he manages to go online before i finish typing this out. Or you guys will have no eye candy.

*ping* yay he's online.

Oh yeah. Permission for a digression.



Happy 4th Month to us! haha.

So anyway, lets talk about yesterday, starting from the horribly done chem prac to the sleeping time. get ready your bolsters evryone, i think this is going to be one loooong entry, full of emotions and crapness. (as usual)

xx Chem Prac xx

So chem prac sucks, big time. I mean, like half of my class lost (4) marks because we couldnt attempt a question. and do you know why? Cuz we are not taught! eeeeesh. Geram aku. I heard that other classes were taught, so they breezed through that (4) marks, but us? us? aaaaaaah! Kebush. And i wrote aluminium as an answer, when it was actually Sodium. Blistering Barnacles. Luckily i got my QA right. Sulpate my saviour. yeeha!

xx Hall Quarantine xx

This started off quite well, with me, Raja and Claire studying at one corner as good students do during a quarantine period. But hey, Claire being Claire started to receieve all the energy in the world and she made us sit at the other side of the hall where the rest of my mates are. Den Raja went off with Subathra, to continue studying, much to the dislike of Claire. So me and Claire were left to drown ourselves in huge doses of Sum41. Halfway we got bored, so we called on Raja and the three of us plus the others played this zap game. Its like someone will zap you, but you dont do anything. Instead, the two people next to you will say "Aaaah." After they say "Aaaah.", you zap someone else. So the pace goes faster and faster till someone gets confused and rolls dead on the floor. So halfway we changed the "zap" and "aaaah" to "Ms" and "Nor". Inside joke lah. We have this teacher who's name is Ms Nor, and she's a eurasion-malay fusion i guess, so she speaks with this accent. Whenever she enters the class, she goes "hey hey Ms Nor is here~~" in a very sing song manner while shaking her body. haha. So cute. So we played that Ms Nor game till we had our sides cracked and the whole hall's eyes looking irritatibly at us (You dont know those nerds). haha. Oh Claire and Raja gave me this:



Eek. They said i place love in front of friendship. Truthfully, i may have neglected them a lil these past few days, what with studying with Hakim and all. I have divided my time properly between Is and my friends, but in friends, Hakim was there and i totally find it hard to go out with Raja and Claire. Cuz its like i'll have to watch them eat? haha. Oh well, im sorry guys. I'll make it up to you k? i promise. I still love you lots lots. You guys have been there for me throughout my ups and downs. Im really sorry.

(Ok you guys may ask "Whats with the "Your Dick is too small" and the aliens-mars stuff. I told ya that my classmates call me alien, cuz they said i look like one. And therefore i have a dick and a vagina. *kedush* and not to forget antannaes. haha. Oh well.

xx Meet at 5pm at JP xx

So i reached home at around 3pm, and slept a lil till 3.30pm. I then did my rather late Zuhur prayers and got dressed. All of us planned to wear all black, so that we can pretend to be ninjas. erk. hahhaha. I reached JP at promptlyy 4.45pm, the early bird, as usual. Then i saw Is, who was wearing a rather vulgar T-shirt (which looks rather nice btw.)



Then Kimi came along, wearing a *Gasp* Mendaki Tshirt.



While Nas and Farez adopted for a thorough all black outfit. (note that Farez looks like he has saggy boobs. hahah)



Before Nas and Farez arrived, i received an sms from Farez, saying "Eh i will be a lil late, i just woke up.. " And the time was like 5pm. Me kim and Is were like.. oh my gawwwd. But hey, he lied. 5 mins later the black couple arrived smiling like monkeys.

xx Aboard 174 and at Beauty World chachacha xx



The 5 of us opted for the back row, which seats perfectly 5 people. From (L) to (R): Kim, me, Faris, Farez & Nas. So the whole bus was continuously bombarded with endless eruptions of laughter, mostly sparked by Nas and Farez. For example, we waved to passerbys, but not one waved back, until the bus stopped next to a construction site. We then waved to the Banglas, who surprisingly, waved back. Doesnt sound funny, but you have to be there to reallyu soak in the mood. Hoho. Oh and do you know that Starbucks was actually named after "Sarabat"? nOw you know. riiite.

We then got off at Bukit Timah, with Farez being up to his nonsense again, acting like a retard. Rather convincing i guess, with his extreme actions and the retard voice he used. Ironically, Kimi pointed out that the MINDS building was very near to us, so we joked about sending Farez home.

Upon seeing that it was only 530 pm, we entered Beauty World and loitered around. nothing much to say, due to the nothingness of the building. Except there was a point of time, when a shop owner's dog was loose and ran after us. Nas me and Kim were like *klik* dispersed in one second, accompanied by horrified shrieks by Nas and me. haha.

xx At Al-Ameen xx

We then decided to make a move to Al-Ameen, but since it was rather early, we decided to scour through the stretch of road. Upon reaching Bee Cheng Hiang (The bakkwa shop), Farez asked the shop assistant, "Excuse me, is this Halal?" hhahaha. But the person he asked was quite selenger, so we didnt get much laughs cuz of his reluctancy to answer. Then there was this malay gal beside us, who shouted "Cibai ah!", accompanied with the finger, to her fren. Another middle-aged chinese lady who was near us looked up in shock and disgust, then looked at me. I acted all shocked and angry too. hehe. After getting bored and tired, we entered Al-Ameen at around 630pm.



After pouring through the menu, it was time for us to choose our food.



I ordered a Nasi Pattaya. (Had a huge craving of it.)



Is ordered Nasi Daging Merah.



Kim ordered a KwayTeow Goreng.



And Nas and Farez decided to share $6 worth of Sup Tulang.



So whilst waiting for the azan to commence, we just fooled around and took loads of photos. For example,









haha. And so after endless clicking, the azan was heard, and so we digged in. Bismillahirahmanirrahim. Allahummalakasumtu wabika amanntu wa'ala rezkika aftatu birahmatika yaarhamarrahimin. Ameen.



I guess everyone was real hungry, cuz during the eating session, we were like so quiet.



When everyone was done with their main course, we continued our crapping session, which, if i was to elaborate, will take up 10 years for you to read. So i shall skip that part. But there was one time where we sang a birthday song for Hakim (although he's birthday was in August. ahakz) and we had the attention of the customers in the shop. Nas and Farez then decided they were still hungry, so they bought a cheese prata and an ice-cream prata, which looked like this after it had been devoured.



After breaking into another round of Happy Birthday song, this time for Is, and having a confusion over the bill with an uncle who kept shaking and reminded us of the Alleycats, we then proceeded to the arcade opposite.

xx At the Arcade xx

I dont have much pics for this, as Nas was the one who took the pics with her camera. But we sure had a great time playing para-para. Yes. Para-para. Turns out that Kim and Farez are born para-para dancers. After almost losing, we all decided to chip in and guard one sensor per person. haha.



So yeah, it was 830 by then, and i had to head home. Is wanted to send me home, so he also decided to go off. Kim too decided to follow us while Nas and Farez, upon remembering that they still have school (aww you poor dears) decided to go home as well.

At the bus stop, there was this one time where Nas took Kim's phone, and didnt want to return it. Kim decided to make a grab for it, and so Nas ducked, and placed it at her boob area. Then someone went (i think it was me) " Ayoo.. nanti malam2 hakim bau. hahha" again, we erupted into another fit of laughter, much to the amusement of the bystanders.

xx Aboard the bus 174, again xx

All of us were like so pooped, but it didnt stop Farez and Kim from indulging in a round of gayism,



whilst Nas slept,



and me and Is snapping away.



So yeah, i reached home at around 930pm, and surprisingly, did not receive the earload of naggings which i had anticipated. Alhamdulillah.

This has GOT to be my longest entry ever. I took 2 hours. feeweeeit. haha. So i shall end it here. Reintroducing the stars of todays entry,



Kim Farez Nas



Faris and Fadhilah.



Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Timecheck: 9:22 am
P.S. Go wipe your drool.

Peace be upon you.

Waaaaah.
I am so shagged.
So full.
So
Tired.

Just came back from breaking the fast with the gang at Al-Ameen. (We already have our own salutations. wahaha) Is clicked with them quite ok so thats a great sign. But yeah, the bloody chem prac i had this morning dampened my mood a lil, so i guess i was a lil on the low side. But hey, that didnt stop me from having fun and laughing at all the stupid jokes cracked.

So yeah. I'll update tomorrow as soon as i get pics from Is and Nas. See ya guys soon. Im off to bed. zzz.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

As promised, today's entry. Bleah. i am in such a tired mode right now, i dun think i can make this entry exciting or something like that, so i guess im sorry guys.

So anyway, today we had a foursome! Just me, nas, kimmi, and nas's farez. haha. No parents, no boundaries, just a terrific foursome! (gosh wat the hell am i blabbering about. waha).

So i had to wake up early in the morning today, at around 9 am (Dun laugh Faris, i know you always wake up earlier then that. i know lah i pemalas. heheh) and pry myself from the comforts of my comforter (doh thats why its called a comforter, cuz it gives you comfort. ahahah). In my unbathed but still unsmelly state, i walked around the room in a zombified manner, cleaning up bits and pieces of the room, to make it more presentable to my guests. So after wiping the dust off my table, my keyboard etc, i zombied into the toilet and cleansed myself.

9.45 am. Wah i was too early sey. So as usual, went online. Chatted quite a bit with our aspiring Mrs Taufiq, and all those grrly crap talk. Sometimes i wonder if she's really 18. hahaha. at 1030, KepIng. Nas was online. I was like "aik? she's supposed to reach at 11, but she still at home?" haha. So she told me she just woke up. ah the company i have. So she shooed herself into the toilet and rushed over to my place and reached my doorstep promptly at 1115 with a very tired and shagged face. haha. kesian nassy ku.

Kimi. Kimi. always the late one. Guess what time he arrived. yes. 12pm. and he was soooo proud of it! kebush. he was like showing me his handphone which had an analog time display, "eh look look! exactly 12 oclock ah! thank you thank you!". wat the~ kang ku sekel kang. So we got down to study at my living room. and study we did.



See i have proof. heh.

Den at around 1pm Kim went off to fetch his grrlfren from school, much to the distaste of Nas, who went on to sulk for a good 1 hour. After kimi was gone, i lost the mood to study, so me and nas embarked on a game of Counter-strike! yes yes, laugh all you want. But hey, it was my favouritest game when i was in.. sec 1? 2? hahaha.





Then after we got bored of shooting stupid computer bots who cant play nuts (yeah right. i got killed in almost all games. wahha), me and her proceeded to have some gerl talks.



Kimi den came back, and so came along Farez. Haha. Stupid man that guy. (oops i meant in a good way of course. haha). Me, kimi and nas were waiting at the corridor outside my house, wanting to welcome him. then he rang, saying that he was under the block, and asking what level it was. After stating 4, we waited for him. wait and wait and wait, but to no avail. he then called again, asking where we were.

Farez: eh korang patne?
Fad : Level 4? kau patne?
Farez: Level 4 lah!
Fad : But i dun see you? you at where now?
Farez: Block 856 lah!

KEbush. i live in block 865, farez. hahahha. so we waited again. den when we saw him crossing the road and going up the stairs, the three of us hid, wanting to surprise him. But si nas, selenger as ever, hid under my neighbour's hung up clothes. doink. DOH farez can see u. hahah. so we laughed and laughed and entered my house.

So we sat ourselves around the dining table for a while, but itchy hakim pestered me to on my Xbox. and so the 3 of us, excluding Nas (who only looked on), played Need for Speed Underground. yeeha.



After that, we occupied the dining seats again and proceeded to study. Erm. Try to study. after like 3 mins of silence, one of us would say something stupid and we would all be laughing over some stupid joke. One highlite was a prank call to Canadian Pizza. haha. it went something like this.

Farez (speaking in a very stupid voice) : Hello? Is this Canadian 2 for 1?
Operator : Yes may i know your location please?
Farez : Ouh! Batam! Pulau Pinang there!
Operator : Excuse me?
Farez : Oh oh. this is 2 for 1 right? May i have 2 for 1 handphone?
Operator : huh?
Farez : Oh no handphone ah? Then can i have a zinger burger?
Operator : We dont sell zinger burger. we sell pizzas. (at this point of time, kimi, nas and i were already dispersed thruout the house holding back our laughter)

So we didnt know what happened next, but Farez said he put down the phone first. Lamee man. hahahha.

Then we continued to have a series of jokes and laughs until my mom came home, where we had to tone down a lil. So yeah, my fingers are tired. hehe. Anyway, i cant wait for the breaking of fast tomorrow with them plus my dearie! woohoo. Guaranteed a fun time. haha.

So at 6 we all dispersed. And.. after today's breaking of fast, i was so tired, that i slept after solat maghrib. hhha.

Reintroducing the stars of today's entry :


Me.


Nas.


Kimmi.


Farez.


All together now. (i look like a bloody retard in this. bleah.)

So yeah. Im pooped. Hope that entry was not THAT boring. ahaha.

P.S. Pictures courtesy of Nassy. thanks beb! mmuuahh. The full array of pics? Click here. (Also by nassy)

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

Welcome you selected few. first of all, i'd like to apologise for the inconvenience caused. other then that, i'd like to assure you that i wont kill you if u dun read my blog again due to the lecehness. Im contented with just reading it to maself. hehe. So, i'll update as soon as i get today's pics.

Sneak preview. The entry later will have to something to do with:



Me.



Kimi.



Nas.



And Farez, Nas's beu.

Oh and not to mention.

Loads and loads of FUN.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

Its raining again, every single day it rains. I could complain, but they say that the rain is rahmat Tuhan, so i guess i'd fare off better being thankful that Singapore has rain.

That was a load of bull im writing huh.

Its 1:31pm, and i just woke up from my afternoon nap. Snuggling in between the covers, with the sound of the raindrops, soft thunder & Padi, my teddybears in between my arms and my bantal busuk... I sure had a hard time prying myself from the bed. bleah. If only i can stay there forever. But no. I have responsibilities to carry out!

Like studying.

So, ive designated 2 oclock onwards for studying. Studying is such a pain in the arse, but hey, i wanna see myself in 5 years time sitting behind a desk in some building being a counsellor, so yeah. Studies. *sighs*

Is called me this morning, to wake me up. Im so embarrassed at times, having to have a boy to wake me up. Im a lady for God's sake! haha. Oh well, so he called, all bathed and fresh, and i? i was still swimming in my air liur basi.

Is: heloo. Dah bangon belom nih?
Me: hrrm?
Is: What time u plan to wake up?
Me: Now what time?
Is: 9.. 9:40..
Me: oh.
Is: So?
Me: 10.. Whats that beeping sound? (there was a beepin snd in the bckgrn)
Is: Mane i tau? Kk.. bangon..
Me: Hrmm.. Wat time you wanna go study?
Is: at 11 im going down.
Me: Hrmm.. k bye..

Argh! Im so stressed! the boy has been studying like crazy while i have been slacking. Bleah. But he has to study lah, considering he plans to go NJC or even (insyallah) RJC. i just plan to go to SAJC. So.. anyway, turns out that the boy was tinkering with his new hp, and found out he can record conversations so he was recording our conversation (thus the beeping sounds). Me, being sick and all, my voice was like Ella. hahahah. Dream on Fad.

I'll update again later on at night. Well, ive figured out that i want to be able to read about my life when im like 26 or something. So might as well make it a detailed one. heeehee. Damn. I should have stayed on hiatus.

Oh btw, Malihha. I was on the idea of saving ur pic and pasting it on the top of this entry today, but i couldnt find ur pic anywhere. haha. So, im sorry grrl.

And i was wondering, is the humongous amount of pics in this blog slowing down all your connections? hahha.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Bte Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

*Burp* Alhamdulillah.

My stomach's full to the brim and i keep burping now and then. And no, i dont burp like "BUUUURRP" but its more to the "burp" kinda burp. I still don't know how people manage to burp aloud. Any shifus? Ahakz

K i'll be right back in 10 mins. Gotta get my prayers done.

k im back.

Anyway, today was a rather.. erm.. un-boring day, seeing that throughout the day i keep bumping into my loved ones.

I went to school early in the morning, dodging pellets of rainwater (it was raining t-rexes and pterodactyls) to get my O'Levels Chem Prac information. So its like im in 2nd Shift, report to school by 9.15am. *Mental check*

Den i met up with hakim, and hakim being hakim, he was like 1/2 hr late (which was actually an improvement). We then proceeded to the J.E. library and sat at one corner to study, whilst waiting for my best friend, Ikah. BAH. i so hate J.E. library right now. Do u know that you arent allowed to study using the tables provided on level 2 & 3? The legal studying place is at Level 4, which, i might add, is so friggin noisy and full to the brim with bloody Mats and Minahs who think that the library is a matchmaking centre. ****. So every once in a while, this officer would make his rounds and scold people, even giving green papers (which i suppose, was a saman slip) and giving warnings. At last when Ikah came, we headed to the Jurong Entertainment Centre.

Now that Ramadhan is here, i find my study hangouts being cut disastrously. Fastfood outlets (McDonalds, KFC, Long John) OUT. Coffeehouses (Coffebean, Starbucks) OUT. Library's Cafe OUT. Library Level 4 full of Mats & Minahs SO OUT. So that leaves me with.. Erm.. Void decks and CCs? Void decks being void decks are either full of senior citizens playing MahJong or Mats/minahs/ahbengs/lians/manggamajaks/anjedis/ banglas/makcik2 kpos hanging out. They irritate the shit out of me. And the CC is just too cold for comfort. Haiyo. I am so choosy.

bleah. Somebody help me.

Anyway, back to today's storyline. haha. i have a habit of digressing nowadays. Like i would just tell a story, and halfway i would shut up, and start talking about another story. ok i digressed.

BACK to today.

JEC level 2 is like so full of RV students. Why oh why? Is it their hangout or something? So irritating. So while we were studying halfway, ikah went off cuz she said she can only study alone. Nas called, saying that she wanna join us. We waited and waited but no news of her. So i called her:

Fad: "HarLoOo! (she insisted i speak more girlishly)Nassyyy. Kau dah patne?"
Nas: "Faddy! Aku tak jadi datang ah!"
Fad: "Isk! Kenape? Tadi kate dah on the way lah, pakai uniform lah.."
Nas: "Aku balek ah.. Aku nak terberak.."

wahahha. Nas is so gonna kill me when she reads this. Patience, Nas. Bulan Ramdhan beb. hehehe.

So like it was in the first place, on the table sat Hakim and Me. Den dunno halfway suddenly my dearest turned up. hhehe. So long never see him! So he sat with us and we talked and talked. Turns out he was on his way to Redhill to sell his 7600 phone (whats new) and get a new one. So now he's a proud owner of the fat 6600 symbian fone and i am the proud gf who's borrowing the fone tomorrow so i can snap pics of myself! wahahahahhaha. The perks of having a beu who's always changing phones. hehe. Thanks dearie!

From this:


To this:


And no, guys. We dont do hanky panky. Not in Ramadhan, not ever.

Den he went off, and up the escalator came Claire and her darliing. haha. Turns out Claire, rajah, Subathra, Onion & Claire's darrlliiing were studying at JE library. (tho i dunnoe how they managed to not get caught). So after exchanging a few words, claire and her darlling went into the arcade. After a few minutes of silence, my phone rang.

Claire: "Eh Alien! (thats what they call me. They insisted that i look like one) Come inside for a while leh!"

So i went in, and was dragged in to play this PopNDance thingy. haha. It was like you had to press the button when the blinking things on the screen blinked. So apparently, having bad eye and hand coordination, i helped them to lose. hehehe. Oh well. I tried my best, and i have no regrets *this has got to be the most popular phrase 2 mths back*. hhaha.

So at 545pm me and hakim set home and i reached home at around 640. Rushed to get my asar prayers and the moment i sat on the dining table in between my brothers, "Allahuakhbar allahuakhbar!". what else? Makaaaaan. haha. The table was full of bread, Campbells soup, porridge and kuehs. Yum2.

So i guess i just spent 1/2 hr on this entry. Forgive me for any spelling errors ya? I got to go solat Isyak now and wash the dishes later on. My mom's shouting from the room.

Hmm.. Speaking about Solat, i haven performed my Terawih prayers as yet. I want to, but have no kakis. aargh. Must find one soon.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Bte Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

I am personally in a bad mood today.

Reason being my mom has now decided for me, that i should be donning the tudung everytime i step out of my house. Yes, i know, this shouldnt be a big issue, but the problem here, is that i am not ready to be a full time tudung wearer.

I, for once, do not wear the tudung only when i am going off to study at the McDonalds/CC which is a 5min walk from my home. I find it kind of troublesome, you see. but i do wear the tudung whenever im going somewhere further then that. I have already made up my mind to wear the tudung fulltime the moment i touch the age of 17.

But, nooo. My mom has to be the one who chisels out my lifestory for me. Yeah, i know im being evil here, cuz all of you will have this voice in your head saying "But Fad, your mother is doing this for your own good what. Dapat pahale, takde dose. Kan bagus tu?"

BUT i am not ready!! I mean, i leave the house, walk for 5 mins with less then 10 people seeing me and i enter the room and study quietly being unnoticed by anyone. bah. I am making myself as a bad child, and a bad muslim, but... Haish. Rebel.

I mean, donning the tudung should be a personal responsibility right? Yes, it is wajib to do so in Islam, but one should only wear it when one is ready to accept the responsibility. Why wear it when you wear just to please your mom? Wear it when you are ikhlas.

BAH. i am making a mountain out of a molehill. Ignore the above banterings.

Mood swings aside, i am like so sick. 2 days ago, i told Is "Eh my whole family sick you know! Only I'm not. You know why? Cuz im strong!" (accompanied with the bodybuilder pose). See? The fact that i was showing off made God give me a taste of my own medicine. Boohoo. Now my nose is like a tap refusing to be closed, and my throat itches like hell. Padan muke kau Fad.

Oh guys check out this website. Its buy a guy who goes by the nick name of LoCase and his friend, Tech. Local graff artists i dare say. Just look at the Nike shoes he designed! (check the previous entry to check out one i personally loike, the BubbleCase) Wooh sweet. If only i can grab my hands on them. Or better, get him to draw on Chucks. hhaha.

I feel another bout of fever coming up.

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

xx 1 hr 45 mins more xx

Maaaak. My stomach hurts. It goes *groink zoiNk baZoOka BiSh baSh keDebabO* every few minutes. Haish.

Haha. Im talking as if im a 5 year old experiencing my very first fast. Thinking back, i was such a naughty kid back then. Hiding under tables, "accidentally" eating food, tap water, faking dehydration.. haha. the works, all to cure my hunger and thirst.

What is the point of fasting anyway?

I found myself asking this question (to myself, apparently) yesterday, which was the first day of Ramadhan. I asked, whats the point of starving one's self throughout the whole day. Then i realised, that for the past 16 years, i fast-ed because i had to, because my mom wanted me to. So, yeah, to any Non-Muslims who read this, we Muslims fast to keep in mind that we are lucky God gives us the basic nessecities, when there are millions of others on earth that are dieing of starvation.

Padappapaapaa. Gosh. I have a huge craving for McDonalds. haha.

Anyway, i went off at 10am this morning to study with my dearest at the GekPohCc. We entered the study room, sat amidst other early birds, and straight away started on with our own studies, not even talking much (which is something new).

At 1pm it got too cold, so he went home first, sneezing all the way. haha. Sorry Is. Then at 130 i couldnt take it too, so i went to my mom's shop. Was planning to study there, but my itchy throat and running nose kept distracting me, so i went home.

Did my Zuhur prayers, and watched Exorcist:The Beginning (on pirated Dvd, no less). haha. Gosh it sucks. Really, dont waste your money. I was drifting in and out of consciousness while watching it. All the build up when at last the bloody Satan was subdued just by the priest shouting and shouting some verses from the bible. -.- So anti-climax.

So yeah yeah, so much for [blog on hiatus], i hear you say. haha. I am bored lah, cant study with my running nose, itchy throat and grumbling stomach. *bah, excuses, fadhilah*. hahaha. Anyway, i cant wait for next Tuesday (Breaking fast with the Sephy Estrellas) and next Friday (Breaking fast with Nas, Beep, Him, Kim & maybe Kim's gal). One problem though... How to buy food outside when im broke? haha. Mom refuses to give me money for one reason : i owe her like a million bucks. Hp bills, what else. grr. haha. broke broke. Faddy is so broke.

Lets see lets see. I have another hour to dawdle on until i have to make a move to break fast with my family at my mom's shop. What else is there to write?

Oh ya, my cousin Lili. She's discharged today after having an emergency operation yesterday. Haish, i hope she recovers. I so so miss her. Most probably going to drop by her house tomorrow.

Ok, some of you might me wondering, like wat on earth is the Sephy Estrellas?























THIS is the Sephy Estrellas. Ok fine, these are the people who make up Sephy Estrellas. Sephy Estrellas doesnt have any meaning actually, it was just a high-class sounding name which Liyana thought of.

Liyana has this hype about American High-school stuff, and they always have this erm.. fraternities kinda thing? (you know, like in Sweet Valley books. haha) So yeah, she decided to open one for the four of us. Since we thought that after the Os, all of us are going to different Jcs or Institutes, might as well create something that will enable us to keep in touch with one another.

A quick introduction to the members of the Sephy Estrellas (L to R) :

Shafiah.
Undoubtly shares the throne with Atikah as the beauties in the group. No, dun get me wrong, both of them has more brains then me. Shafiah is the kinda grrl who is lady-like, soft spoken and gentle. But hey, she's like cili padi ok. Once you provoke this sweet gentle demure grrl, you're like asking for death. haha. Oh yeah, not to forget, she's the guy magnet.

Atikah.
Like i said, the other half of the beauty pair in the group. She is currently also the smartest amongst us, and i personally set her as a competitor. ahaha. Ok ok. She's been crowned Queen Mampat (Vuloptious Queen) by the guys in school. haha. Ok basically she's my best friend,the closest to me between the 3 of them. She's the one who people go to when they're in deep doOdoO.

Fadhilah. Me.
Wahahaha. I can basically just type in loads off bull about how i am the smartest in the group ladidadida. But no, i cant lie during fasting. haha. Ok, i can say that im the one with the roughest edge in the group, also known as the most tomboyish. haha. I listen more to hard and loud music and unlike them, i prefer jeans. heh. So anyway, im the crapper of the group, and sometimes, the one who makes them serious. The most emo too. :)

Liyana.
The founder of the group. yes yes, she's of a mixed parentage. Half Chinese, half Malay. Has a cute younger brother. (ok i digressed hahah) She's like the makcik of the group, always berletering and up to her makcik nonsense. haha. Oh and she has this fetish for perfumes, just like her momma. Speaking of her momma, she is a true blue anak mak. ahakz. Unlike the other 3, she wants to go into polytechnic.

Yay. So now you know who are the Sephy Estrellas. haha.

fooh. I can go on typing but i have to get all the food ready to be brought to the shop. What a long entry. Talk about being blog-deprived.

Anyway, something is really missing from this lay out. What what what?! I cant seem to place it. Any suggestions anyone?

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.

Peace be upon you.

Due to the constant ramblings from my dearest, ive given this blog a new revamp. haha.
Yeah yeah its so un-black and all, but i guess it's ok. Also to suite the holy month of Ramadhan. Happy fasting to all the muslim people!

My cousin Lili is in hospital right now undergoing surgery. I hope everything goes smoothly,

My condolences to Hakim, who just lost his nenek. Take care bro.

Erm.
So yeah it took me 2hrs to make this retarded new look.
So well. Er.
Drop me ur comments ya?

Love,
Nur Fadhilah Wahid.