green with envy

Should I make green as my blog theme? It seems like I'm very into green these days..haha.

Me and mom are always talking about how young the Korean actors look - they even look younger now compared to years back. We'd watch a recently-aired drama and figured out the protagonist or the second guy as an actor we've seen before (in another drama) and almost always they'll look younger than before.

And more handsome too. Just look at Park Si-hoo's photos. I didn't watch The Princess' Man because I just hate it when I can't follow every episode of any drama, and I was still in Lendu when it started.

But...yes, there is a but..I did watch the last two episodes. Just because he's too hard to resist. He looked phenomenal in his dark rebel getup and even won me over with the beard and traces of moustache he wore (I don't usually go for guys with that look) years after he 'died'.

Image via K-starz

Image via Hancinema

Should I invest in those Korean skincare and cosmetics companies? :p

Tagged

I've been given a chance to dream by kak Aida, thank you for tagging me :)

I love thinking about what I want to do in life, which have been changed so many times and truthfully, I've lost track of them. I love dreaming, can I work as a dreamer? haha..

List three jobs you'd consider pursuing if money didn't matter.

• Personal shopper for I'll be able to shop and shop without looking at my bank account and sighing ever so often.
• Food tester - this is the best job ever in the world. I want to taste different types of chocolate, cakes, ice cream, pastries, ...believe me when I say the list will go on forever..hehe.
• PD in 2 days 1 night - just because of this one episode (#354) I happened to watch last night. The PD that  follows Lee Seung Gi on his market tour just seems to have a very nice job..he gets to eat and go to the market. Seung Gi can't stop saying how delicious everything he ate there - that totally got me hooked :p

The PD holding a spoon ready to tuck in Seung Gi's red bean porridge

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scanner

How many of you have been told by someone that you are pretty, or your outfit looks great on you? Now that could be an ongoing daily thing, right?

But what would happen if someone, no matter a stranger or a person you know, tells you that you emit a certain aura? A certain color, to be exact. Does that mean you are radiant? Haha.

I was trying to adjust myself to the new life out of home, the new surrounding, the new friends, etc..when this one teacher of mine told me to stay in class, during recess one day.

She told me that she can see a green aura coming from me. She taught me Islamic Studies and I guess she learned a thing or two in that department somewhere. Now, I was kind of thinking what wrong did I do to make her call me to see her personally and I guess I was nervous the whole time. Besides, I was 15 going on 16 and the nearest thing to those stuff that I knew was just horoscope. And I couldn't quite recall what was it that she told me except that it's green and her daughter around my age has the same color.

I was thinking, 'ohh no wonder I'm always in the green sports team in school and I guess that's why I love to look at those big, tall trees especially if they look like those in Taiping'. God, I miss Taiping.

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Anyhow, since I can't remember what that teacher told me..I tried to find something about green aura. And I found this,

The green personality tend to want and actively strives for a sense of balance in their life – in just about all areas – and they are fair and balanced in the way they conduct themselves – whether in a relationship at home, at work or socially.
They like life to flow and are aware of the need to not be too fixed or rigid in life – they understand the bigger picture and that change is inevitable. They tend to be very quick minded and can usually be called upon for some good common sense advice.
As a result of understanding or appreciating change they can be quite goal orientated - they have a purpose and destination in mind - all the while wanting to feel good about it and to enjoy the process – hence the tendency to speak and act fairly and compassionately so that their conscience is clear and not gnawing away at their insides.

And there's something about aura too:

The aura is a fluid template that is constantly reflecting back to us our innermost thoughts, fears, hopes and dreams. It is all that you are, have been and want to be. It is not something we have no control over.

If it's not something we have no control over, I'm wondering can the color change then? Hurmm..

tough time

A couple of days ago, I read somewhere (forgot already) about Giuliana's condition. She's trying to get pregnant through IVF and they discovered that she has breast cancer.

I know how devastating that can be - mom was sick before, and even when I was there to help..it was nowhere near easy. I was thankful that I was able to stay at home during the difficult time - but now that I've grown a few years older, I realize that I was too young then. I helped a little around the house, and now I wish that I could have been a bigger help to mom emotionally.

It's been a few years, and I'm praying that we'll never have to go through that painful period again.

Giuliana and Bill is my favorite couple - they have fun together even if they're so busy with work and have to spend a lot of time apart, but the most important thing is they put family as priority. I hope I can have that someday.

She is just so brave to reveal her battle with cancer at this time. I hope she will have a speedy recovery and that they get all the cancerous cells completely out of her body.

A reminder: go get yourself checked girls.

the end

I remembered talking to my mom just a couple of days ago about all these tragedies that happened, after reading the newspaper. And that was after I read about a guy in Ipoh who was slashed to death outside his house by an old man. There were several other disturbing news, but that one was etched in my mind.

No matter how I look at it, we are living in a very dangerous world. Shouldn't everyone be alarmed at the rate of crime committed these days? How can we walk outside our house without thinking someone out there could harm us from now on?

I recalled years ago there was news about a mentally ill guy who got on a bus and slashed people on board. That got me thinking - what if a family member rides a bus (or any public transport for that matter) and encounter that?

Okay, there's that.

Then there's people who don't seem to care about others in need AT ALL.

Have you read or seen the news about this little 2 year old girl in China who was ran over by vehicles? The driver of the van who ran her down could be forgiven if  he/she just stop and see what they've just knocked down. But no. And the passersby couldn't care less - they just looked at her like she's some doll lying on the road. Then came another one than ran over her again, before being discovered by a lady. How could they do this to the little kid? We watched the video on the 9 o'clock news and were appalled by what we can see. Poor little girl.

Before

After

This should tell us just how bad human beings are. Shame on you people.

Images via chinaSMACK

what if

I think a lot, like a lot a lot.

Only those who really know me would understand to what extent I work my brain.
Well, maybe there's no one who could tell. Unless you can read people or something :p

But that's what I do. And I don't think of those brilliant stuff like the geniuses do, dissecting machinery parts and figuring out how to invent a new thing or even coming up with new cures for a disease.

I think of things that happened and wished hard I could turn back time to do it better, ever since I was small. Pathetic, I know.

Now, I think of things that could happen..more than ever. I will think..what if this happens to me? What if that...? All sorts of things run through my mind.

And..I have been thinking of this. What if something happens and your loved one could not remember you? That would be devastating, a huge blow. Same goes for the person who forgets. Either way it is a sad story.

Then..I saw this movie trailer at Shazwani's blog, and couldn't help but think more.



It's one of the reasons I'm scared when being a passenger at times, but it's a different story if I'm the one who's driving. Weird.

The calling

Noooo..I'm not going to talk about The Calling that's famous for their song 'Wherever You Will Go'

If a great wave shall fall
And fall upon us all
Well then I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

It's just that I've been progressing from a silent reader to a more active one these days - I didn't just start reading blogs, I've been doing that for a long time. I was just a bit shy to share my thoughts on their territory. And when I leave the comments on the blogs I read, I've almost always referred to these great people as 'kakak'.

It's a term of respect from me, but I think I need to do better after this. To aunties out there, sorry if aunties feel offended when I called you as 'kakak'. I didn't mean to. Sometimes I feel horrible when I found out that 'kakak' actually have children around my age.

Well, it could be a bonus..aunties that sound and look young, hence me calling you 'kakak'. :)
I'll try to do better after this, you could always correct me like Auntie Tek did. Thank you auntie, for making me realize my mistake.

Suddenly I thought of something (in horror), what if I called someone younger as 'kakak' too? Sorry, again. It's just because sometimes the seniors in this blogging world make me feel like I'm a freshie, even though it's been years for me too. I'm going to be 25 soon though, just to let you know how old i am :p

I've been meaning to post this days ago. And kak Peej's reminded me about it. This time I got it right, she's really a 'kakak'. Phew *wipes forehead* :p

when it's already written

I came across this lovely story about how a girl and a boy who met during elementary and never met again after that until years and years later from here. How can we not fall for this story - real, and not made up - after reading it? This is not a script written by someone for a storybook or a movie.

This is a story written by God for them. They could not force what is not meant to be, yet. But when the time comes, it's revealed to be a sweet thing all along. A delight even for me when I read it. I adore these kind of love the most, when you've known someone, then lost all contact with that person, searched high and low, but still don't have any clue of where and how to find that someone. And when the time arrives, it's like every door opens up and everything points out the direction to where we are supposed to head to.

This has destiny and fate written all over it.

Image from World Around Me

little time

My family dropped by at my place just now, after the ceremony that I mentioned before. Actually, they went to visit my youngest brother before coming here. It's a bit sad that the first convocation among our siblings was only attended by my parents. As I said, I have to sit for the last exam paper (EVER for now :p) tomorrow, youngest brother is at school and sister is currently too far to attend the ceremony.

So, we make do with what we can. Take photos for our keepsake separately and sent one to my sister..thank God for the technology.

This is the only photo I got, as my brother kept rushing me to hurry. They were up and about since early morning and had to go through the horrible traffic congestion (that I noticed everyone mentioned and tweeted about). I spent only minutes with them today.

How I wished I was there to watch the joy & delight on everyone's face and the excitement of taking photos together - after years of countless sweat and tears, to be where they are now. I've always liked graduation pictures ever since I was small. And I bet I'd be too busy to notice anything when my time arrives. I'm going to take out the photo album tomorrow when I'm home and flip through all those pictures of my high school graduation ;)

How time flies.

reminiscing

Today is the worst - I'm not in the mood for anything other than listening to this song over and over again. Do you have any idea how many hours it has been? Right after I woke up this morning, until now.

And just now I had flashbacks from the past, of the couple of years I spent in a secluded place north from here. Those times were the best I ever had, first time living far from family and meeting all sorts of people. Some of them are Suraya, Sarah and my classmates: Syed Azman, Nuex, and Shahirah. Suraya, Sarah and Nuex are all MUA, and I hope I'll be able to collaborate with them someday. Azman's a teacher currently residing over the sea ;) and Shahirah's busy preparing for her big day that's coming real soon. Best wishes to her. Of course there are a lot others.

I think our school could well be listed as the place to find love. I'm not pulling your leg, seriously. We were the first batch of students to graduate from there, and we witnessed our own teachers getting married to each other (some of the unions were expected, some we had no idea of) and even our friends who got married - one of the firsts to tie the knot. Recently another couple got married years after being together.

I wasn't thinking about those things actually.

I thought of our barely-equipped science labs, and the fact that we did several experiments when there were supplies. I miss those newly built labs, which of course won't look the same now. And those times we simply slide down from those high stools, to take a much needed nap behind the cabinets so the teacher won't realize :p

Our teachers were mostly young, and we had so much fun with them. Oh I love the time spent with my homeroom siblings and teacher. Nuex was my homeroom brother and Dee that got married to our schoolmate was our sister. We even called our homeroom teacher Papa and he was so nice to us. Those birthday celebrations we had together were wonderful.

The camps I attended - English camp near the waterfall (Ulu Yam if I'm not mistaken), the BTN camp in Perak, the motivational camp around Batang Kali (not really sure) in which our team got the first place. There were many beautiful memories. This picture was taken during the English camp, but I couldn't remember if it's the one that I went to. Our English language teachers were a creative and fun bunch. They organized all sorts of programs for us - English Camp, English Night, SEED (or was it SEEDS?) program etc.

taken from a friend's FB

The school's Sports Day, where I was bullied to join in the track event by a teacher. It was painful, I had to practice running every day before the event..only to end up last (as expected :p) And not to mention our school was new at that time and there were no big shady trees around the field. We ended up going back home red as tomatoes.

Going back home every month on the commuter from Rawang to Seremban, and almost always stopping at KL Sentral because it was our hangout place. It was also because many came from around KL and Selangor, and of course it became the dating place before going home. ;)

just recalled that this picture is available, from FB too

I really, really missed those times.

love

I haven't listened to the radio for the longest time, unless when I'm in the car..and so I didn't even keep track of the current songs being aired. Besides I was busy listening to Infinite's and U-Kiss' songs.

But the other day I heard this song by Selena Gomez, Love you like a love song - which is of course not new at all. I've heard everyone mentioning the song ever so often, but I just didn't pay attention. I was driving alone and kept on singing along to the song. It was rather nice after listening to it some time. I already love her songs before, although not all. Songs like this just fit her nicely i think.

Playing it on repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat now :p

catching a glimpse

This morning, me and my parents started early from home to Gombak. The purpose was to collect my brother's robe - he's scheduled for the IIUM's 27th Convocation Ceremony on the 8th, InsyaAllah.

Sadly, I'm not going to attend it, as my last exam paper is set to be on the morning of 9th. And to make it even 'better', my brother will receive more than one award during that day. I'm proud and sad at the same time, not that I'm going to be inside the hall cheering for him :p

So I took these few pictures to compensate for my absence next weekend.