I am the image of the invisible

"if i traded it all, if i gave it all for one thing JUST for one thing.. if i sorted it out, if i knew all about this one thing, wouldn’t that be something?" funny that i thought about something like that and later listened to it in a song… but, yea.. if i could have just ONE thing.. be good at this ONE thing and know all about it and just rock at it, it would be so cool… just one thing…

today is the day after the second monthly silat olahraga comp (held every 1st week of the month) and it hurts.. inside and outside… i lost very badly, only managing to win one out of the 4 fights i had… and my body, well let’s start from the bottom: i can’t move my big toe on my left foot, the area around it swollen and bruised and below the toe, a wound… my lower right leg hurts and has 2 bruises, my whole right leg is stiff.. my right hip has a bruise on it where a girl sidekicked me twice, my abdominal muscles hurt… my lower back hurts and has a bruise from the times i fell on it… my leftupper arm hurts and my left shoulder is stiff as hell and hurts when i move it… and i finally found out how slow and dumb my brain is… this is one hell of a holiday…

i won my 1st fight.. i was feeling quite good in the morning, i fought nur liyana (ex-sbs, really cool gal) and won 3-0.. then my next fight was with fiqah.. i REALLY did not want to fight her.. she’s my best friend for chrissake.. i totally died in there.. she kickd me in the throat accidentally once.. she won hands down.. i dunno why but i got kinda depressed after that and my next fight was this adilah girl who had beaten evryone she met.. she was good, she fought like a guy and i fought bak, with as much resistance as a worm.. she jatuhkan me 3 times and the fight was called on "tak seimbang" which meant our marks weren’t balancing out, she was clobbering me to death.. then my third fight, i was supposed to fight siti fatimah, a F2 girl who loved to sidekick.. she sidekicked me halfway to hell, tried to fight bak but u can imagine how that went… i tried to kick her but my toe was hurt from my fight with adilah and it got worse.. the wound really hurt and my toe really hurt and when i kickd her the second time it REALLY hurt and i cldn’t kick with my right leg nemore and i tried my left but too late… she was already sidekicking me into next week.. i totally suckd..

but the spectacle of the dy was naqiudeen.. lol he was soo… bizarre.. when he fought, his bunga was like so ntah pape and one round, he buat bunga like dikir barat or something and he did this thing with his hand like he was asking for power from above then he punched the guy hahax… the dude was freaked by all that weirdness hahaha… nur liyana was adilah’s last opponent.. liyana didn’t win but she scared the hell outta adilah… when adilah kickd, she would catch it and try to jatuhkan adilah.. she wasn’t pushing right so adilah didn’t fall but u cld see that she was hesitating after that.. woot! go liyana! hahax, she was our hero!

well… that’s that.. i’ll go waste summore electricity now..

bonsoir, tout-le-monde! commen ca va? je ca va~ whoo haven’t written a post in a LOOOONG time..(not tht anyone reads these but…) hmm… had lotsa stuff happenin recently… silat tournament, exams, new fridge, new DVD player, NEW PANTSS!!!! hahaha watching russell peters (intense comedy night) right now (XAN DI KHAII!!!) anyway, exams SUCK! i’m failing them AAAAAALLLLLLL! except EST, no way i’m gonna fail that made-for-std 3-paper.. (PRATAAAABBB!!! hahahahah!) gone larh! gaahhh~!!! we got a new fridge (supa-cold-breeze) and upon it’s arrival a DVD player materialized (fuyo! PHILIPS!) and now we can watch DVD’s! and i have NEW PANNTTSSSS!!! NEW PANTS!!! wuaagghhhh!!! they’re new! ..and black! ..and cost less than i thought! ROCKING! erhemmhemm.. rite, anyways.. about the silat tournament.. it started out with me gettin up damn freakin early cos i was too hyped up to sleep and i bathed and clothed myself etc then i spent like an hour reading the bathroom reader (my b’day prez from fiqah) and then i left for the LRT station aftr Kak FaFa calld and i get there where Kak FaFa and i wait for cikgu nizam for a while (there’s no clouds in the sky, it’s just raining! ahahax! russell rox!) and we get into the car (whoa, cikgu nizam drives reali fast) and we head to this petrol station where another 4 guys pile in and all of us have someone on our laps (Kak FaFa sat on mine, hehe "he catches her!") then we head on to the tournament and help out with the carrying of mat-thingies and the tournament starts and mine’s really later on cos my weight class is like, the heaviest (i noe, i noe, i’m fat..) and blah de blah but all the seri bintang kids won their first fight EXCEPTTT: *jeng jeng jeng* except masyitah, she had some leg injuries.. haha, i bet you thought i was gonna lose huh? well me too cause the girl was taller than me (i was in blue, she was red) and i got freakin kicked in the crotch!! it hurt but i just buat bodo and was gonna continue the fight when the wasid askd us to pasang again but was oklar except for this one part where i hit my elbow damn hard, i think she kickd me then terkena but whoa my hand hurt like owwwwwww!!! neways the part where thay were announcing i ady tunduk kalah ady, ready for the horrible results "pemenang dari sudut.." sigh, nvm, it’s jus your 1st tournament, no big.. "BIRU!" huh? whaat? and my hand gets hoisted up and i’m looking all bewildered, lolz i evem forgot to salam her pelepas (in silat we have to salam the lawan’s pelepas who is the equivalent of the dudes that give water to the boxer and give strategies in boxing) and i was like oh, yea! then only salam the dude… my second fight (i only fought 2 pplz) i was fighting masyitah’s lawan and this chick, i dunno whether it’s bloody strategy or what lar but the wasid’s like: "sedia.. pasang.. MULAI!" and she’s just standing there and i’m waiting and she’s waiting so i move in and when i get near she starts hitting me and i’m like OK! ya clda just saved me the trouble and moved earlier! and uh, this chick was kinda… i dunno how to say… blur? i dunno but she had this frowning look on her face and she was really fair to the extent that she lookd plae? but she was like frowning the whole way thru like what am i doing here? yea and the second round or something, when we started, i wld kick right & she kickd left (which meant both same side legs hitting each other) and this went on for like 2 or 3 kicks then i started punchin so it was ok aftr that… i won the second fight, too! and b4 the fight naqiudeen was like "ko menang utk aku, eh?" and when i won he just wldn’t stop goin "roselyn, aku sgh terharu, ko menangkan utk aku, terima kasih, terima kasih!" gaaahhh! lol it’s gonna haunt me forever!! but since there were only like 4 ppl in my weight class (me, masyitah, lawan1 and lawan2) i was champ of me weight class aftr i beat the second girl.. but no big lah pplz, my game suckd (my fighting skils) it was sooo tak guna! i swear if i had to fight the other weight class ppls, i wld have lost!! i hope i can improve.. heheh.. there were some funny stuffz tho like a few of the guys dropped their cups (genital guard) during their fight hahaha, then they had to rush to the loo to re-position them kahkahkah! *sigh* i had a great time, i guess….

**pplz! go wath Ouran! it’s on youtube now, ppl upload them in 3 episode videos! go watch!! there’s 7 eps so far btw.. this be the link to ep 1, part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Psy-fE5JPY8

today! the day after the birthday; today…
lolz the birthday of fiqah qari not roselyn  melinda, mind you… well, fiqah’s allergy had worked up summore so the whole fiasco i so stressfully planned on sunday fell to pieces anyway.. the good news :
1. i was able to freely ask people to sign the card in public
2. we crashed her house
3. sam, ru jean and shi wei have a new prospective career

lolz, the crashing of house was a little sad if not comical… we went by LRT and sam, ru jean and shi wei were kinda new to the process (they got stuck at the machine wuahaha! but they got thru lar) but we sorted it out and they came out with a new job prospect, (sam, ru jean and shi wei can now train ppl to use the LRT as thay have received their certs from me)  lol! when we got there, we went to the kitchen to light the candles and it was "like a bonfire," in ru jean’s words and the wax was like tonle sap or sumthin! then we quietly went up the stairs to the 1st flr and when we got there, we yelled "happy birthday fiqah!!!" to which fiqah responded with a glazed look in our direction and with her voice absolutely quivering with ecitement, (not!) she said "huh?" omg! she didn’t hear us or sumthin so we were like happy birthday fiqah! and we asked her to blow out the candles and by then the meltingness of it all had caused the inscription of "Happy 16th Birthday FoO-QaH Maunier!" to melt into pudgy creaminess (uwaaaa!). lol, but all in all (despite the enthusiastic reception on fiqah’s part) we had lotsa fun and fiqah liked her prezzies (i think) and we had cheese that tasted like fried onions and mushrooms (they actually tasted like fried onions! for real!) and granola bars and cake and fried balls (made from meat of Gallus gallus) and mushroom soup and orange juice which shi wei thought was passion fruit for some reason and we watched bits of ouran, bits of cloud strife vs. sephiroth to the music of navras (on youtube) and i borrowed fiqah’s joke book which she never knew existed in her house (lol! byk sgt buku).. the cake was melted and a little too creamy but i guess it was ok…? sry lar.. je n’aves pas de argent (at least not beaucoup beaucoup d’argent) but i hope fiqah enjoyed it… despite the fact that she claims she can act as Quasimodo, she still looks as beautiful and as perempuan-melayu-sejati-terakhir-ish as ever and her eyes are still swimming pool sized (altho she doesn’t seem to agree.. but when does she agree to compliment directed at her? unless u call flailing of arms and a whack on the arm agreeing…)

Happy 16th Birthday Fiqah! J’aime tu comme tu êtes, même si tu êtes vieux!  Joyeux et heureux anniversaire!

Your another year older
And i’m looking back
To the better times we had
In which now we sometimes lack
But i don’t always say
What i feel deep down
And so i will now
Even though i’m not around
I’ll be here for you
As you are for me
And maybe one day
You will see
We love eachother now
As sisters we have become
And without you
Life would seem glum
Blood we may not be
But that doesn’t matter now
Things have gotten better
We all made it through some how
And you deserve the best
Your mind oh so clever
I hope you had
The best birthday ever

Today was rather corrosive for me… my head hurts, throbing, i’m disgruntled and i cant sleep.. yet…. urghh… let’s see, started off with me getting to school early for the first time in 2 months or so but i had forgotten my wallet and watch (*i think it’s not gonna be a good day today…*) then off to class where i was bored to tears, seriously, i was! (i was bored, thus i yawn and when  yawn i tear and so, i was bored to tears.. see, i wasn’t lying) then we had free period of EST, Ms. Nur didn’t come (MC) so i’m wondering what we’re supposed to do for the bloody poem (Poem Writing Competition; compulsory for all form 4’s; title:advantages and disadvantages of e-filing from a taxpayers viewpoint<not verbatim>..wtf?) and we sit down to diacuss this scourge-upon-the-fabric-of-my-wretched-life-of-a-poem cause apparently, if we don’t hand it in, there shall be UNNAMED CONSEQUENCES which is due to the fact that both Pn. Ainun and Pn. Jugdeep have knowledge of this competition.. we’re supposed to pass it up on Friday, whichis technically today and they told us about it on wed.. #%&@$%*&%$#^&@! well, we jus had an online session of vigorous typing about it and we’ve come up witht he suckiest limerick ever and we’re supposed to edit it 2mrw and re-type it in Pn.Marniza’s room and hand it to her straight from the printer…. tht is, if she doesn’t leave school first…. but nvm… on to the next thing that happened to day: moral.. i hate moral, not forceful enough… i absolutely DETEST moral and he only reason i brought it up i because it was a little funny today… went to see pn.lim during recess and got the screws, and door-lock-hinge-thing-y and was supposed to pasang it but the wood that made up the door frame was like rock and we were talking while jeff tried (unsuccessfully) to try and ake the screw move inwards (omg) and jeff asked me if i had a screwdriver at home and i wanted to tell him that my father posessed on of greater size but i couldn’t get my self to say it.. i mean it would’ve come out something like "yea, my dad has a bigger screwdriver at home, it’s realy big and stronger than this one.. can screw anyhting one.." cause we were talking abouth the size and strength of te screwdriver so all i did was start the sentence and trail off giggling but i did finish a whole sentence before i burst out laffing…. then other tha that, we had silat aftr skool today… i stretched like sicko today.. made fiqah push my back down for the butterfly thing and the touch ur toes thing.. wooh, my back still hurts from that…. then we had to do a combo atk thingy; pasang-tumbuk-tendang-layang-sapu, 10 times.. it’s all ok except the sapuan makes me damn takder tenaga! no stamina larh.. but luckily only 10 times….. well, at least i know how to do sapuan.. sigh.. sapuan! *dreamy eyes* hmm….. then we had that and the stretching summore and all da stuffs… we had tendang-tangkis and tendang-tangkap err… means like i tendang, my partner tangkis; i tendang, my partner catches my leg and jatuhkan me… then it’s performed vice-versa… THEN… we had to spar *scream* but cikgu nizam had brought these err gurd-y things, we wore em on each our forearms and legs (calfs) and then we wore this helmet-y thing.. it was made of hard sponge (i think) and covered in plastick-y colored leather-y like thingy. one red one blue.. then i watched fiqah spar and she managed to jatuhkan wani 3 times! but wani’s leg was kinda hurt so i guess those musta hurt…. then i had to spar nadiah! NADIAH! i’m bloody white belt and she’s green! GREEN! and she’s represented up to state i think *gahhh!*… i was so doomed.. but it went ok lar.. i didn’t get dijatuhkan.. the only time she sapu me, we weren’t locked in combat so i just like stared down at her on the ground, lol…. she won, obviously! then we had a couple more sparring matches, one where fiqah fought this reallllly tall dude from erm… SAB if i’m not mistaken…. and he has extremely long legs which makes it damn hard to reach him if he’s kickd u and u wanna kick back… and at the end of silat, all those who bought the uniforms with no sulaman badges (patches) got free MALAYSIA(with flag) and rakan muda patches….. i’m happy about the rakan muda one.. not bad lar but the malaysia one…….. i don’t feel like i shd wear it.. i mean it’s MALAYSIA. i’m so sucky.. buat memalukan nama negara not to mention bangsa and maybe even agama…but evryone else seemed happy and eager to get those… i cldn’t see the hype but they wanted it, they got it and it doesn’t realy matter… the biggest thing about today’s silat was….. i’m joining the pertandingan silat olahraga next month….. aaaaaahhhhh!!!!! how am i gonna perform lar? i can;t fight! i can’t even spar! silat olahraga! i’m sooo gonna suck! uwaaa!! malunyer nama sekolah! nvm.. i’ll try my best… maybe i won’t suck too bad… not! *sigh* well, i’m finally feeling sleepy now… gonna go sleep now… oh god, have to wake up to another day at school, another day of floating in and out of boredom and more exhaustion……. j’ai deteste ecole! qui a le droit pour nous torturer cette facon?

*ouran high school host club rox!!!!!! in case you dunno abt it, it’s a hilarious anime about this girl who gets a scholarship to Ouran High School where everyone is freaking rich (the place looks like a palace) and on her first day there, she breaks a vase worth 8 million yen and now, she has to work it off.. the thing is, from the monet she set foot in Ouran, evryone took her for a boy (they all thought she was a he) and she joined the club, became a natural, rookie host and all the characters i there are hilarious! i especially like Hikaru and Kaoru, wuahahaha! they rock! and tamaki, too! lol..

yep, that’s all…… g’night/morning!

oi! i’m back… my internet was down for sooooo long.. so much has happened……… let’s see
latihan pusat
Campaign for Rewards
da whole underarm thing (not mine)
article thing
Fiqah’s handphone (yep she’s got a handphone!)
Soley’s e-mail
Sports Day ‘06
yep, loadsa stuff happened but these are the highlights of the last few weeks. I’ll take the list from da bottom… Sports Day ‘06, wow, the 1st year i went to hari sukan in all of my 4 yrs at SBU, lol! had to go this year of course bcoz of the silat performance… yep, I was involved! i did tempur with qistina, heavily based on latihan pusat… i think i suckd! there were a few screw-ups in the performance : fiqah forgot to give the last arahan for our bunga sembah… all the putihs were so blurrr, the second jatuhan: the girl failed to secure the leg of the other girl and she had to kick again but it was ok the second time and then during my tempur i almost 4got to do the jumping-trampling move… feel so bloooody embarassed at my blur-ity-ness! Gaaaahh! but it wasn’t too obvious i think…. then when qistna was kicking me rite before the buah mati, the lecak-ness of the ground made her slip a little and that wasn’t too obvious, too but it was a slip-up all the same…. i had to control my brain during the buah mati… wakakakakaka! the whole crotch-kicking thing still cracks me up! lol! i’m like KoRn in the music video for Coming Undone, lol!

I finally got my internet bak 2day and i got an e-mail from Soley! woot woot! she replied the e-mail i sent her and she doing quite well! busy tho, dancce club, acting, visiting sis in sweden, learning chinese… wow, she makes me feel like a lazy, fat, couch potato, seriously! lol, she included a pic of herself, whooo! she be looking all sortsa attractive lolz! she shd join a beauty pageant, i can just imagine it now, Miss Iceland Universe 2007, Soley Omarsdottir! whooo! she’d be soo stunning!

*child-like chant* Fiqah’s got a handphone! Fiqah’s got a handphone!

after ALL the drama, i managed to send in my articles to chris (ed board superwoman!) but my personal article was crap.. i told her i’ll re-write it with proper research but she told me she’d prefer a funny story so now, i’m left a-pondering for a story.. that’s actually funny……

not gonna talk about the whole underarm thing but since i brought it up, it will suffice for you to know that it was a seriously emotional time for me…..  this prob+my silat prob=haywire emotions

Campaign for Rewards, the newest sensation to hit SMKSBU! We’re supposed t create a working paper/proposal for a campaign. The campaign shd benefit the school and the students and we have 10 themes to choose from etc etc…. brinstorming today was undescribably undescribable….

well, the coolest thing happened: cikgu nizam announced that he wants us to go for latihan pusat evry sunday. the latihan will train us for the ELITE team 2010 and has something to do with the Olympics etc. needless to say, i was excited to go (despite the fact that cows are more fit and flexible than i am) but as is compulsary and essential to my life, problems arose like a dark, silken temptress from the depths of a cavernous lake: alluring and threatening at the same time… it was such an attractive prospect, i would be able to get into shape and i would be able to see how bad i really was but of course it was on sundays! at 12.00 to 2.00 p.m! i have sunday skool on sundays! not like i’m learning anything which made it even more painful that i couldn’t go! but i was able to go for the last two sundays, the starting weeks… it was er something last, last sunday and Easter last sunday…. i SO wanna go! uwaaaaaa!!!! this sux!

all in all i’ve had an eventful last few weeks… i need to figure out some kind of solution for my problems soon or i’m really gonna regret this year….. what am i going to do now? we’ll see, we’ll see….

hm…… today was a good day at school… hmm, let’s see…….. (i like to type ……., forgive me, my brain is blank a lot of the time, and besides u don’t wanna noe what i’m thinking when it isn’t…) neways, school was ok today, lotsa free periods….maklumlah byk cikgu tgh berkursus (pn. lyla jus left, too)…yep….. neways, aftr skool, we were supposed to have latihan for silat cause we’re gonna do a demo on Hari Sukan, HARI SUKAN! ish3 tidak kusangka hari sukan!(we actually were confused abt the date cos teacher asaid it was on the 11th of april but that’s gonna be a tuesday… if we are to do a demo on a ko-ko day, it would be on a thursday) so today, i find out it’s supposed to be on hari sukan (next, next saturday 8/4/06) so, today is supposed to be the 2nd day we’re training (1st day yesterday) but i wasn’t in skool since friday, demam (aku tidak bersalah! sumpah!) so they be talkin bout the smooth moves they learned yesterday (jatuhan and i’m half wet half dumb as usual (usually minus the wet… i’ll get to the wet later) neways, i’m ok, we stretchhh, buat bunga sembah and i’m alone coz qistina and fiqah blom sampai so now, i;ll got back to the wet……….. aftr skool, fiqah and i went down to bilik salinan to ask qistina whether we cld berlatih tempur today (takut she tak mau) and it’s a GO! lol, neways, unknowingly, i tak bwk baju PJ (was ystrday) or Silat (it’s 2mrw) so i had to walk home, change and walk bak to skool (back door of skool shortcut) no big except it’s raining like God’s depressed or sumthin… but i make it home, WET! and i get into my baju pj (after getting dry of course) and it’s raining MEN! hallelujah! kidding! jus felt like typing dat… neways it’s raining and getting heavier! i’m waiting here downstairs (G flr) looking out at the vast green expanse and i run sobbing, and turn "aaaahhhhhh!" anti-clockwise: "aaahhhhhhhh!!!" i see my hero acroos the field (with a tree) and i run to him………… oopsss, sry, too much russell peters! lol, neways rain is pouring like it’s the niagra falls and i walk out walking through all this rain and guess wat song comes to mind? " I can make it thruuu the raaiiiiiiiinnnnn! i can stand up once agaaaaaaaainnnnnn!"….no kidding! it was that song! neways i walk thru the rain, get to skool and now am SOAKING bloody wet and the rain stops just as i reach the first shade i’ve had since home.. coincidence? i think not! neways i get to the toliets, change into my mostly-dry baju silat (the bag got wet) and stuff my ore-squeezed damp clothes into the dripping bag…. all the time thinking this is sooooooooooooooo wrong! neways, get outta the lavatorial area and next is silat and stretchh and u noe wat’s next…….

so…. next we timed our bunga sembah and jurus olahraga (bunga, yellow belt do bunga kuning/kedua and white belt do bunga pertama/what we always do) and then evryone was supposed to train their stuffso apparently our line up is sumthin like 3 jatuhan then 2 bunga (tempur….. 2 set then bunga mati) i get to kill qistina this time! lol! neways the hilarious part in all this is when we buat bunga mati! wahahahaha! it’s seriously funny! it’s like this, after our second set, qistina will be on the floor, lying down, and i’m supposed to kick her, punch her (jump and land on knee while punching) then parang her neck and she dies from this… neways this is all good except i’m supposed to kick her CROTCH! lol! seriously! we learnt this bunga from latihan pusat and it was TAUGHT to us, not made up by yours truly! neways, the kicking is fine, too except, since this is sort of acting (we’re supposed to make it look real), qistina is supposed to twitch when i kick and punch her! wahahahahahahah! that was sooooooo funny! evryone crackd up at the initial tries and when she added sound effects, i crackd up and totally blew that practice try! all i cld think was mandul qistina nie nanti! lol neways, shortly after, silat training is over till 2mrw! wheeeeeee!! let’s see wat happens… *shudder* moral 2mrw! *shudder summore* *cringe*

bonsoir tout-le-monde, commen ca va? juz wanted to write a post, felt like i haven’t in years…. basicly, this week was like…hmm…… monday, was ok. tuesday, was ok. wednesday, was ok… helped out a bit for a close friend (kesian kau, sry i cldn’t help you more…). thursday was ok, silat (as usual i suckd, might be goin 4 tempur -really? is that really wise?-, sidekick suckd, talkd to cigku nizam tho, tha only time it wasn’t bcoz my move was wrong…. watchd a stiff indian boy try to do judo… made me sure that i wasn’t gonna join judo any time soon… i need stretching help!) finally today, was ok, spent most of it sleeping.. I HAVE CEREAL! woohoo! and milk, too! *looks around and sees ppl staring at me like a jakun* ohh shit, not feeling too well…. i’m leaking, literally! i’m tearing and snot-ing and i don’t have a cold, and don’t want one! my muscles be feeling a wee bit tinged bye tha fever m’good lassies… maybe i got bird flu……. i can’t stop myself fromcrouching, dunno why…. my mom says i shd take my bath "cos go into the dark2 area, the thing will follow you"….. who noes? she mite be right *wipes snot*…….. also, the highlight of my day! i logged on to friendster and for the FIRST time, i had messages AND testimonials, BOTH! the messages were from jii chan, somehow i cldn’t understand what she tried to convey to me, sorry, i can’t read chinese characters! but the testimonials, oh man, those were the best! shen~my senior from sbu whom i haven’t seen in 3-4 yrs~ sent me TWO testi’s, TWO!!!!!! omg, it was sooooo sweet of her! she complimented me and stuff and brought bak all sorts of memories *reminisces* sigh….. thx sooooooooooooo much shen, you don’t know how much those testi’s mean to me…..

mom : "before you sleep, you better go and take your bath, roselyn. that thing will follow you, you better take your bath."

not gonna take bath……yet.. but gtg for now,
j’aime tu comme tu etes
rien de plus, rien de moins

i got to fiqah’s house later than i said i would but i was still early…….. that was thursday morning, the morning of the first of the two days of latihan pusat. i was excited and a little scared, lol…. i do like silat and i do wish i could train evryday or somethin but i know that i’m outta shape, have lotsa fat and that i can’t stretch very much can’t stretch… neways, i’m gonna go back to those first crucial moments in fiqah’s house…
(caution : this is going to be a very long post, i’ve warned you and if you’re brain hurts, do NOT read on)
i’m sitting in the errr…. living room and we’re late and not even sure if we’ll go now and maybe we’re only going closer to 1pm…. fiqah is drawing me a map and telling me to tell the pakcik where to drive….. i’m stuffing my face with cheese tempura nuggets (i disgust me)…… pakcik is here and we’re gettin ready to go….. we’re on the road and the morning talkshow is hilarious…. we’re here! my stomach feels unsettled…. we’re goin up da stairs and cikgu nizam asks us to hurry up…. we’re inside and very late (warm up has started and is advancing) but it’s not cikgu nizam, it’s some green belt dude!….. qistina and i hurriedly warm up and join in the class warm up….. THE TORTURE BEGINS!!!!!! so we’re doin warm ups and by now it’s considered over so alif (the dude in da green belt, lol) tells us to lari setempat and so we do but he gives it a little twist later on, he tells us to put our arms at or chest and we’ve got to lari stempat and our knees have to reach our arms. there were more stuff too, like the lari bukit one where we’re on our knee in the starting a race position then we have to make like we, we  panjat bukit and then we did more lari setempat we had to lari then lari cepat2 then slow again then fast again on and off and on and off, then we had to stay in the push up position (men’s push up) for  three minutes i think, i suckd! lol, i was sweating by now and i wasn’t just sweating, i looked like a source for spring water, lol, i mean sweat was pouring down the sides of my face and arms like i was taking a bath! but i wouldn’t  mind doing it everyday cause it’s so fat burning!!! i’d probably be fat free in a two month or so of daily training… *sigh* neways, after all o that, cikgu nizam told us to sit according to our schools, and in our line it was jus me, qistina and wani (lovely smile still adorning that pretty face) and cikgu nizam askd us to choose between silat olahraga, solo and tempur (i think that’s how it’s spelled) for anyone reading this who doesn’t noe wat all these mean, i’m gonna explain and if you know well, read only lah, re-education, lol
silat olahraga is where we fight an opponent in a match, some call it sparring, it’s the one where u see us fight and scratch and bite etc (the last two aren’t allowed, juz trying to give u an image) and try to get as many point to win over our opponent. solo is when we re-enact a battle, but it’s only performed by one person, so it’s not a real fight it’s just one person leaping around the gelanggang trying to make it look like they’re really getting beat up by some invisible person (no off, lol) and points are given based on how real you look, so you gotta be able to act. tempur is the same as solo but it’s two ppl (i dunno if there’s more) so it supposed to look like a real fight but it’s fake but i dunno, if the participants reali hate each other or are extremely enthusiastic, you can fight for real… but we don’t really fight, we just choreograph the moves and make it look real etc. so now that you know roughly wat we’re supposed to do, i’ll go on, wani opted for silat olahraga and i really do NOT think i can do solo, lol! so, qistina and i decided to do tempur (thx qistina!) and we were soooooooooooooooooooooooo blur cause we didn’t noe how to make up the moves (at least i was sooooooooooooooo blur) and we jus tried to anyway and soon wnuf we came up with our 1st set, sry to say, it was a bit on the lame side but for our situation bak then, it was a stroke of genius! neways, we did our set and later we got da help of abg hafiz (thx abg hafiz) and he totally reconstucted our sets save a last few moves and my brain was so warped by now that qistina had to remind me our moves (sry…) but it was ok…. next we had to make our second set and again abg hafiz helpd us and we had quite nice sets except i was so scrambled brained that qistina had to keep reminding me (so sry…) neways we were quite tired by the end of day one… day two: we reach early causetempur is only supposed to start after lunch and it’s only like nine in da morning (after lunch here means 2.30pm) neways, qistina and i worked on our sets for a lil while but for some reason we were reali tired dat afternoon, sigh, that’s where evrything started goin wrong for me…. aftr warm-ups cikgu nizam made us do garang and marah faces… then he taught us two sets, one where one person stabbed and slashed at the other person than the other person catches the hand, jatuhkan the person then the jatuh peson (on da flr/attacker) pulls the other one down which then the dude responds by pulling his/her hand back which takes the other person off balance and then sapu the person and try to like smash his/her chest with the heel and another set lar, (malas nak cerita, sry) the other set was the buah mati which means it’s the set that one of the ppl are killd and so ends the whole thing…. neways, i was tired which of course made worsew the stupidity that my brain runs under, i was sooooooo blurrrrr!!!! i couldn’t remember anything properly and i was all over the place (oh gawd, i’m SOOOOOOOOOO sry qistina, i swear, i wish i was less blur-er and stupid-er)…. it was a disaster, i was soooooooo sad and dissapointed in myself, i mean it’s ok if it was solo or sumthin but i brought my partner down with me! qistina was good and cause of me……… well you get the pic, i was so dissapointed in myself and i was seriously re-contemplating my reasons for joining silat in the first place and re-thinking my thoughts on wheter i could really do this………. thankfully qistina isn’t mad at me, eventhough she has EVERY right to and if she was, i wouldn’t blame her…… *sigh* i disgust me, i’m such a wimp! neways, day after, my limbs hurt like hell! my right calf, my left thigh my shoulders and my arms…. i can’t believe how weak my body is! i mean i’m bloody fat and my body even without those fats is bloody thick so, my muscles should be able to cope with some work rite? but what does it do? start to complain and hurt all over! WIMP! ask fiqah, i actually scolded my right calf for being such a wimp, althi fiqah was a little preoccupied at the time (sry, i was being a pain, man!) so…. nvm that’s abt all i have to say abt that……… if i said commited any factual errors, forgive me, my brain is a little scrambled…… i would like to issue a formal apology to all who were present at any time or place where i was present because as is apparent to me now, i’m an idiot and that experience must’ve been torture.. so forgive me if you can, i was young and foolish! ends…..

lalalalalalalala.. i am sooooo bored…….. akeem, fiqah? where u guys? i can’t sign on to MSN Mesgr…… dunno why but the f***ing thing keeps cutting 1 letter off my password and then it says it can’t sign in…. wtf? The Core rox! i think it’s my fav. sci-fi movie but i don’t reall see many sci-fi movies so……The Core rox!!!! hmm…. what now? i think i’ll go re-download and install my MSN Msgr… oooooh! btw, i’ve watched all of the available adam philips flash movies! watch Taken ppl, but u MUST make sure ur volume is on high coz u can’t really hear the sounds on normal and if you can’t hear the sound, u’ll be lost on what’s goin on….. watch it at http://www.biteycastle.com/taken.htm
trust me, it’s a good movie, for real! but the key to understanding what really happens is ur volume, i tried watchin it wit my volume down, i got so confused, my cat got worried! lol, nah my cat doesn’t care.. neways, enjoy the movie! leave a comment, SUFFERING, people, suffering! ooooh, hakeem is now online, gtg bye!

bonsoir tout le monde, commen ca va? lol, have nothin to do rite now… fiqah and akeem are both ofline so there goes my plans for a wonderful evening of chatting and smiling crazily to myself (cause i can’y laugh out loud while my dad’s watching tv can i? i’ll look like some crazy vagrant)… oh and i found a french quote in da vinci code while i wa re-reading it, it’s the title of this post! but i’m not sure if the spelling for san graal is right, i can’t seem to find the page again…. neways, i would like to introduce anyone reading this blog to the world of Brackenwood…. people, i have had the privelege to be introduced into this surreal world and now, i’m dragging you in as well, lol… neways brackenwood rox! it’s a flash series created by adam philips who is a very talented man with a knack for transferring his imagination into flash movies… brackenwood has beautiful backgrounds, nice music, funny storylines and interesting characters (bitey rox!) plz people, i am not doing him justice, i can’t possibly convey in words how awesome i think his work is so, plz, watch for yourself… got to this page: http://www.biteycastle.com/content/animation.php and watch the following flash movies in the order shown below:
1. Auld Sage
2. Bitey of Brackenwood
3. Bingbong of Brackenwood
4. Littlefoot
5. Prowlies at the River
unfortunately i haven’t watched any of adam philips’ other works except pokey coz of the fact that by the time i get around to it, my pcis sluggish which takes it about um… let’s see….. a whole decade to load a movie.. so i’m gonna try watch some.. in fact Night Shift is loading right now…… so while i go watch a lil soulfood, ya’ll have fun k? plz, if you have read any of my posts plz, plz juz leave a comment, the need to be acknowledged runs thick in my blood… i feel neglected ppl, unwanted! this has led to the inferiority complex in me building at a staggering rate leading to suffering, SUFFERING! fiqah is suffering, people! she needs your help! if you care for that poor girl, leave a comment! she is on the receiving end of all my ranting, raving and complaining plus my suicidal ramblings.. help her if you have a heart, she is suffering! lol, if fiqah is reading this, you can be sure she’s rolling her eyes and is now determined to leave a comment, lol! neways, plz, do leave a comment…. it gets kinda lonely in blog-world sometimes… tata!