Friday, October 22, 2010

parachutes are like your mind.

Many won't struggle to believe it, except, for those who their minds have been opened, unlocked by whatever kind of key causes people to believe. Those people are either born that way, or as babies, when their minds are like little buds, they are nurtutred until their petals slowly open and prepare for the very nature of life to feed them. As the rains falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning when others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical. A little less likely to throw in the towel. Some people's minds open later in life, through tragedy or triumph. Either thing acting as the key to unlatch and lift the lid on what know-it-all box, to accept the unknown, say goodbye to pragmatism and straight lines.
But then, there are those whose minds are merely a bouquet of stalks, which bud as they learn new information - a new bud for a new fact - but yet they never open, never flourish. They are the people of capital letters and full stops, but never of question marks and ellipses...
Cecelia Ahern

Monday, October 18, 2010

the chronicles of M10A/F108

The Tadom gang of M10A became the "Mak Cik Catering" for the Childrens Day Celebration at SK Bukit Tadom.
1. We didn't know we were supposed to wear festive clothes so we turned up in this:

Matching tudung to boot

Thus, we looked like the uniformed catering crew and we were assinged to dapur duty. We fried nuggets and fries for an entire primary school while dancing to Korean songs esp Bona Mana by SuJu! Was interesting cause we were having our own private celebration backstage. Although we looked the least fashionable, we had a blast. A pity we didn't get to mingle as much with the kids cuz we were more concerned with feeding everyone but it was satisfying seeing them going home happily satisfied. And I think I'm off nuggets and fries for a month!

Kata-Kata Berirama, M10A terbaik dari ladang?

What happens when you ask a bunch of rowdy teens to do do choral speaking in Malay about the Malay version of Romeo and Juliet (Shamsuddin and Shamsiah)?
You get chaos!
We donned our PINK! ensembles, practiced hard then on the day of the competition, a BLUNDER occured and all of us were put into silent laughing fits and it was truly miraculous how we still managed to finish our performance.
Our response: LAWAK GILA!

Good naturedly we laughed it off, and enjoyed our consolation pizza prize. Class spirit really came through, esp the guys for loaning the IP's pink ties and Azliyana for being the ever-patient conductress.
All thats going through my mind is

Ha, tamatlah sudah kisah kami,
M satu kosoooooong A, terbaik dari ladang!
Terima kasih!

Immigrant / Pauper?
Outing gone awry when I left my purse in the back of someones cab. So long $$$, IC, drivers licence and ATM card. Was really trembling when I found out it was missing, but thank god Wani and Afiq were there to see me through. Made friends with Mak Yah, the KMB guard, who is really top notch and everyone who I currently owe money to. :D Arigato kozaimasu mina! All thats keeping me from losing it is
Al-Ankabut, verse 2 , "Do they really think that they will be left alone because they say "We believe", and will not be tested."
Its all a test Syakirah! Gotta pass with flying colours!

So many things are happening at once I feel like time is slipping out of my hands like beads on a broken rosary, falling off all at once. Gotta value these times of my life, no?


Everybody has experienced those light bulb moments in life.

Like when someone explains a particularly nasty piece of math and everyone gets it except you and after pondering for a while, you suddenly yell "OHHHH!".
Or everyones cracking up to a joke and you stilld don't get it, then the moment it hits you, your on the floor laughing so bad when everyones gotten over the initial funniness.
And the time your hands are aching trying to find the elusive solution to the Rubiks cube then you get it, or trying to solve a riddle for days then the answer hits you or when you're titrating the acid and base and you're swirling so hard waiting for a sign then it turns sharply from colourless to PINK!

Flicking the switch in a dark room. Watching the light illuminate your surroundings.

Only this time, its on a grander scale. Like your entire life was in the period before you got it. I feel that my life was a collection of consecutive pre-light bulb moments. Just wandering. Just looking for what everyone was going on about.

Then I got it. As Abu Bakr, the Aussie convert expresses it, "Like a cold shower in my brain washing away everything, leaving me numb."

At that moment I knew, and faith was at full capacity. Its not that I didn't know why we're on this Earth, its just at that moment, my heart fully awoke to The Purpose.

Behind the shroud of mist and smoke,
That is life,
I look inside and saw,
Beneath the dust of day and night,
Is a purpose beating clear and strong.

I was brought on this Earth to serve the Lord in worship and prayer AND to be leaders and make the most out of it, all in His name.
Its really not enough to chase blind aims and endless goals. When at the end of the day, you don't know what it was for. Is life just going to be a grapple for wealth, titles and respect? Then we reach the horizon (paradox much) and we rest and enjoy the remnants of our used bodies and exhausted minds? Then we expire and thats the end?

I beg to differ.

Back to the arms of Your Creator. Listening to none but the Greatest call. Welcome home soul.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

shrill thrills

When I was dumber, which was not too long ago, I thought inanimate objects were objects that couldn’t talk. Ha. Now that I actually know what inanimate is, seems like I liked its old meaning better. I used to imagine what conversations with random objects in my room would be like

Bed: Can you get off me now, you’re squishing me.

Me: But I bought you to sleep on.

Bed: Exactly, to sleep on, not to live on.

And this prompts me to imagine what one-liners my things would give me if they could.


TOK Handbook: I am a drool-free zone.

Room: I regret to inform you that I have rejected you as a tenant.

Fridge: If the rooms kicked you out, why don’t you switch addresses to mine?

Car: Really honey, it’s you not me.

Quran: Me and you, we’ve got a lot of work to do.

Mirror: I’ve forgotten how I look like, every time I check, all I see is you.

Specs: No master, don’t sit on me again!

Shorts: Hmph, why are you back? I thought jeans were your number one.

Socks: When we seek divorce you may put us in the wash, that way we won’t see each other ever again.

Hee, makes you appreciate everything more once you start giving them feelings. This habit turns nasty though when its time to part cuz I imagine their cries and moans in their death throes, or imagine them crying out to me, forcing me to reminisce good times with them. Sentimental value much. Then again, since you’re always surrounded by inanimate objects, you’ll never be alone again.

wife for life.

This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children. Martin Luther King.

To my forever friend Woon Ee Laine: I guess we've been friends way too long and the fact just slides until someone suggested that you and me are too different.

My first reaction is : Nandayo?!

Ok,  tad bit wonky here.

No, I don't find it awkward that she and I are tight. Yes, I know she's Chinese. So what if we aren't in the same religion. What happened to 1Malaysia and unity?
None of it really matters folks.
When did we decide that its only okay to mix around with people who share the same racial title or religious label as us?
Isn't it mind stifling to limit yourself to one specified type of people? Does differences form unbridgeable rifts that would damage you?
I'm sure I speak for Ee Laine and myself when we say : Heck no.

I've never minded our differences. Its come up but it was never a bone of contention between us. I've got too many poignant memories with this lady. Of running into her arms and getting photographed hugging when she was top for UPSR in Malaysia. Crying over boys and grades. Long long long phone conversations in which we strategise our domination or just plain moaning :P Playing office girls when we were 8. Getting worked up about BSLs, getting number one and sitting next to each other in class. We had our fights but its like the bonding glue between friends.

You'll always be Lainey Bin and I'll always be your Pignik. And no matter how we grow up, its never stopped us from finding refuge in each others company when the world and people are just moving at too fast a pace. I truly appreciate the years, the innumerable phone calls, the therapy/psychoanalyzing sessions, the kiasuing. Boyfriends and exams may come and go, but lets always stay.

Wife for life.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

purines and pyrimidines

Opposites attract?

I'll be Adenine if you'll be Thymine.