tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37956381348865769642024-03-14T15:21:01.195+08:00failure to launchKhadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.comBlogger499125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-73275867178519232972011-02-14T18:20:00.002+08:002011-02-14T18:23:03.835+08:00I just had to<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXMG0pEZLugHbIXtuee3kf5TIcDp4I1QGTHpCqb4-O2KsXTT0guEMOAXQtY9RstAUiBDi8PVrg2EC2ImOcIh7uKHvd10COWM4W0iBxT3z63GBlU5KyhaCTrgv2FEmDltGQGWK2uHbEXI/s1600/reebokhighwire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXMG0pEZLugHbIXtuee3kf5TIcDp4I1QGTHpCqb4-O2KsXTT0guEMOAXQtY9RstAUiBDi8PVrg2EC2ImOcIh7uKHvd10COWM4W0iBxT3z63GBlU5KyhaCTrgv2FEmDltGQGWK2uHbEXI/s400/reebokhighwire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573488355514379650" /></a>It's too light to be true. Oh yes, I wished I had gotten my Easy Tones instead but these are nice too. There was another line similar to this yesterday but...it was bulkier. Oh vell. I have these new babies and I'm going to put them to good use. I shall wear them until I can wear them no more.<div><br /></div><div>And yes, I'm in the midst of my first intervension so...adieu :~D</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-2404076329856858472011-02-05T17:11:00.002+08:002011-02-05T17:32:01.338+08:00adventures in a black IswaraAlas, my topic sounds as though I've been driving for ages. Truth is, I had some, well, amateur driving class from an amateur with grandma, grandpa, ma and pa shouting from the house. It was funny and enjoyable. Minus the shouting of course. And Yusof constantly trying to hog the steering. I felt like ASDASDASD-ing him. But oh well, he's been away for two months and it's high time I started digging deeper for more...goss? *grin* Yeah. That's just how we roll.<div><br /></div><div>So that's what I've been up to here in Ayer Baloi. And now I can try driving the blue Milo-tin of an Iswara back in KL. And then who knows, I might be able to drive out to Setiawangsa for tuition instead of waiting dad. But I still need to know how to drive. I only know how to reverse and go forward. Which consists of the clutch, the gear and releasing the clutch. Does not intrigue me at all. Oh well. Good things come to those who wait.</div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, tomorrow I'll be back in KL and school starts again on Monday. Alas, what a good week it's been. What with my bronchitis and my meds which make me feel drowsy all the time. OH. But I forgot to mention, I met Mei on Wednesday before we got here. I must say I've missed her a lot. And well, it's like meeting the older sister who went overseas to study and only just got back. Ok. That's a bad metaphor but it's something like that. Mmmm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now I'm hoping to see more of Mei, to jog more and get rid of my pretty arse and of course, study my head off. All is well :-D</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-31742943953717795682011-01-29T12:04:00.002+08:002011-01-29T12:28:26.848+08:00ah, it's almost FebruaryHello all. No, I still haven't showered (hehe) and yes, I'M ONLINE! Yeah. Well, the boys are all out for Adni's swimming carnival. No girls allowed, not even mothers. Oh vell. Alas, here I am happily updating my song list. It's turning out to be a mixture of indie rock, alternative, post-rock and a hint of metal. Yes, metal. It's a new year so it's a new song list.<div><br /></div><div>Alas. It's already the 29th. I can't believe January is ending just like that. Wished it could've stretched on longer. Even so, 10 more months people! I can take that long. It's not 10 years. But then again, it's not 10 days. Oh, and I just signed up for SPM and, yes, I'm taking 12 subjects. I've seen the French paper. It's a cross between DeLF A2 and B1 with oral mixed in altogether in the paper. Looks good. Let's just hope I can do good during SPM. 12 subjects is risky business. But then again if I get 12As that would just be awesome. I've got my sights set on dad's alma mater, Nottingham. But maybe I'd try and apply for Cambridge. Yeah. Even so, I haven't really checked online any of the campuses, class structure etc. I'll do it soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel sleep deprived too. In a week, I only get to have my afternoon naps once. If I'm lucky enough, I can nap twice in a week. But even so, I enjoy my afternoons during basketball training and Wangsa Raya practice. In spite of the muscle strains, my weak ankle and the sweat, it's worth it. My stamina is doing good and I've learnt to appreciate my training. Not to mention my shoes too! Haha. Speaking of shoes, I've been having shoe fetishes. Especially 'em pretty training/running shoes. Dad's ordered me a pair of Reebok EasyTone from his personal trainer, Cash and they're white! Hollah. I'm thinking of getting a pair of basketball shoes too. It's RM300+++ a pair though. Anybody care to sponsor me? Eheh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Other than that, I'm doing okay. I finish my homework and notes on time, I enjoy singing randomly with Fatin dearest and alas, high jump. Nothing beats all that adrenaline. Also, I'm taking classes at Kristal Suria near the Setiawangsa LRT and truthfully, it's not bad. Nothing beats Mr Chan though. But the teachers are cool and so far I enjoy everything I'm learning and Kak Wan, the receptionist, is very very very nice too! Oh, and did I mention Ali Maju? Hehe. Nasi goreng ayam FTW.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gosh. I think I can get fat like this. Ah no matter. When those EasyTones arrive I'll jog my ass off.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-1877253673741992342011-01-07T20:29:00.003+08:002011-01-07T20:51:54.355+08:00end of week oneIts already the end of the first week of school. Truth be told, I feel okay about 5 Bina. The people are cool but I still miss the good old 4 Azam. But its a new year so its all going to be new whether I like it or not. I'm sitting beside Fatin and she's got this vibe which makes me want to do something all the time, which is good. Hehe. I've been studying these past few days which, evidently, is a good start :-)<br /><br />Okay what else. Yusof is coming back this Sunday! I missed you big guy. Its been ages. So its another 48 hours minus 'til he's home. And Mr Chan is as cool as ever. Last night I was doing my Add Maths and somehow our conversation got to the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestants. Awesome huh. This is why I adore him so much. And as much a I'd like to get extra classes elsewhere, I don't think I will. Haha! And I've got a new mate from Danau Kota. Her name is Farah and she's pretty nice. And I told Mr Chan that a few of you guys (ahem) are joining and I think he's excited. Oh goodie! I miss Hana and Hanan though. Even so, Iskandar will be around during the holidays. So all in all, I'm good yaw.<br /><br /><br />And going into the new year, it looks to be pretty tight. Extra classes are starting in school and it'll be on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Wangsa Raya training is on Wednesday-and Azfar is about to kill us all, and alas, basketball next Tuesday. Art folios start in February and I'm pretty sure about taking French for SPM. Yeehaw! And I like form five Physics. I'm already starting to like Waves.<br /><br />All in all, 2011 looks good.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-11683792963384556102011-01-01T22:20:00.001+08:002011-01-01T22:22:23.695+08:00I might be on hiatus for the next...365 days. Don't wait up ;-)Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-25987088795674236002011-01-01T21:19:00.005+08:002011-01-01T22:18:12.784+08:00janvier, deux mille onzeSo, it is now 2011. Today at One Stop when I was getting my school uniform etc, the shop-assistant behind the counter asked which form I was in. I hesitantly answered, "Form five kak" and I smiled. I think I felt some sort of achievement in me. Hello, I'm a senior this year. I'm sitting for SPM and I can't wait for it to be over with. I want to get out of Malaysia as soon as SPM is over and study. Then again, I can't wait for Monday. <div><br /></div><div>A recap on what has happened over the eve of New Year's eve, New Year's eve and the new year. I spent the eve of New Year's eve in art class with Darrell, Janiz and Elsa eating Popeye's, celebrating Darrell's 16th (HOORAY! :D) while constructing our models. Had Mr Chan too later at night. I spent 2 hours doing Electrolytic Cells while listening to Iskandar and Izzat chat about random random things with Mr Chan. Hanan was in for a bit and I got some 2010 SPM papers (Y). </div><div><br /></div>On New Year's eve, I spent my morning watching season 9 of CSI: Miami. After Maghrib, we went out to Wangsa Walk to get our school bags, bottles etc. In the end, we only bought bottles from Popular and ate Subway. I texted Yusof and bought a Bros bottle with cartoon-Bento pictures on it. I slept around 11 only to be awoken by fireworks. God-knows why there were fireworks at 11. And I read TIME magazine for a bit and fell asleep again. Woke up at 12 to hear fireworks, <i>again.</i> I didn't send anybody any New Year's texts. And I sleep-replied Mei's text going "Happy new year to you tou too mei ♥". Sorry for the wrong grammar. I blame it entirely on my irritation towards the fireworks disturbing my sleep.<div><br /></div><div>And today, well, I had some leftover Subway for breakfast. Went out to KLCC with the whole lot and I scored a bag from Reebok. It's a pretty pink one too with geometrical shapes all over. I feel happy. I think next-eh, <i>this</i> year will be a good one. New class, new bottle, new bag and one not-so-new Khadijah. Yeah! Oh. And I got mum to buy me Yuna's Decorate so here I am, happily listening to the album on repeat. Spent my evening out with Dd and Danial at NZ, and that's dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, here I am typing away, synchronizing dad's (not-so) ancient iPod Nano, hypnotized by the LED coverage indicator of the Storm 2 and listening to Yuna. What a good way to end the holidays. Hopefully, tomorrow's stationary shopping will be awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>To end this post, here's a New Year's picture of <i>yours truly</i> for you readers *sexy wink*</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87PqDQoeTW-RPHzGrYjy5OjMw7KyAifQ5u763fGRv5SwNMoeH1mZRQB0wr2P1jBoLvaTGxuRaVxkK51IM0t6nVQw-w8rmkzGrakSQwXVWUW0mMzJRt9zJCCxugKQ45cmXBX8ywHZ9SeI/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87PqDQoeTW-RPHzGrYjy5OjMw7KyAifQ5u763fGRv5SwNMoeH1mZRQB0wr2P1jBoLvaTGxuRaVxkK51IM0t6nVQw-w8rmkzGrakSQwXVWUW0mMzJRt9zJCCxugKQ45cmXBX8ywHZ9SeI/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557212636708885042" /></a>Yeeeeah. I'm changing my style. I'll post up the the tutorial <i>when I remember</i>. If I don't, then you'll just have to wait. But if you're too ecstatic for the video, you can get it from <a href="http://www.countthethread.blogspot.com/">Count The Thread</a>. Dig deep. It's somewhere there C:</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-32175528716828778342010-12-26T22:19:00.002+08:002010-12-26T22:21:03.593+08:00Tigers, congratulations on your win tonight :)<div>I must say, I have never felt this proud before. Hello, this is <i>Malaysia </i>we are talking about. Despite everything else, Malaysia can do good. We just have to work hard for it.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-32512900576419068782010-12-26T01:46:00.000+08:002010-12-26T01:48:04.131+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_xLUFx-z067EBx64LpC3jJKMxDvyjvJm9hQhxgUKnSWgpzJw_hhXUU-bVNvbshJNTGqHg0sWVkIaKvJq_X2VV33bfhdPHRE9sNnNQ9l7LMAcsTB5OcDA_0w0QaWf9wngKHO-8UrkvfQ/s1600/tumblr_ldg89nU3bS1qakdzao1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_xLUFx-z067EBx64LpC3jJKMxDvyjvJm9hQhxgUKnSWgpzJw_hhXUU-bVNvbshJNTGqHg0sWVkIaKvJq_X2VV33bfhdPHRE9sNnNQ9l7LMAcsTB5OcDA_0w0QaWf9wngKHO-8UrkvfQ/s400/tumblr_ldg89nU3bS1qakdzao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554678062833207154" /></a>RelevantKhadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-2943157664368600712010-12-26T01:36:00.000+08:002010-12-26T01:37:07.621+08:00I think I'm going to end things with you.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-64715328812118347072010-12-26T01:09:00.002+08:002010-12-26T01:35:35.536+08:00Despite any other resolutions I have made up in my mind over the past two months of holidays, there's only one that I need to fulfil above everything else: I need to clear my head. Only now do I realise how my feelings interfere with my head. Okay, granted I have realised this for a long time but it's not easy clearing one's head especially when dealing with your feelings. It's like dealing with a break up. I think. That's beside the point. I just need to get off of cloud nine, land back here on planet Earth and set my priorities straight.<div><br /></div><div>I know I haven't been the best daughter/student/sister and whatever else everybody expects of me, but I promise, I'll try very hard next year. I need to get back into my game. I need to stop caring about petty things and start prioritising. Although I am not a firm believer of looking good on paper, but to get accepted into big places and major in, lets say, Medicine, I will obviously need good results. Regardless, I just want high school to be over and done with. I want to go somewhere new, I want to learn new things, meet new people. Maybe take History as a sideline. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been thinking a lot too. I may drop Physics and possibly Art too, and take up French for SPM. The only As I got for my finals were Bahasa Melayu, English, Pendidikan Islam and Sejarah; subjects required to take Law. And my linguistics look stronger now. No harm done in taking a third language. And it's French. Pffft. Some revision classes at Alliance Française should do it. So now, I know what I want to do, I know what I <i>need </i>to do, all that's left now is to do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I really hope 2011 will be a good year. I know 2010 isn't. Most of the feelings I've felt this year: pathetic, unappreciated, stupid. Hah. Life is great innit. Probably the only best thing was scouting, and the close people I have around me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Other than that, 2010 is just another version of 2008.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-37535884941485473082010-12-22T18:47:00.002+08:002010-12-22T18:50:25.344+08:00It was only yesterday that I was saying to myself, "Wow Khadijah. You haven't gotten really <i>really </i>sick this year" and voila, I am now having the sniffles and cough so bad. This morning I swear every time I coughed, it felt like my tonsils were going to come out. <div><br /></div><div>Unf. I may just be worried.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-34932958160684136382010-12-22T08:14:00.003+08:002010-12-22T08:31:52.042+08:00let me be a girly girlHehe. Okay. I have a thing for intricate, simple jewellery. For example, I have this gold bracelet which is actually an heirloom from my grandmother's mother-in-law, and was previously owned by arwah before being passed down to me. As much as I love it, I don't dare wear it. It's thin, intricate and old. Could be 30 years old, or more. But yeah, it's gorgeous. I don't mind having a few like that.<div><br /></div><div>On to the point, I was surfing <a href="http://garancedore.fr/">Garance Doré</a>'s blog and stumbled upon this pretty ring. It's Dior and it's called a <i>Oui </i>ring. I want it but of course the price est trés trés <i>trés</i> bien too. It's Dior. Did I say that already? Not a chance that I'll get it. Maybe when I get married huh. Could be my engagement ring *cough cough cough* Or not.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibPVAcvAHxdP4HJ854361nPBqCUWzhpOBzX3CH2ZOc9iqFVZcmHCEJ7WhzybszTdLovKivOK3iy5tzvQjO2HQ2sHXcfR8QJ9ErMZ0-5c1_DiUsBRFkwdpSVYzFbnGgT8yQGiqnnV3Z8U/s400/dior-oui-ring.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553293480111885890" />I'd want a pretty vintage Malay ring to go with it. The other day, after my practical exam, dad took me to the Komplex Kraf Kuala Lumpur and there was this guy selling all the pretty vintage jewellery and there was one which I wanted. Unfortunately, dad didn't bring his check book at the time and didn't have cash on him. So, okay, dad said he'd go get it another day. Yeay! The next time dad went there, someone had already bought it. Bummer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nevermind though. There's also this other guy in Amcorp who sells vintage jewellery and such. Hehe.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-64940378730719496722010-12-21T16:51:00.002+08:002010-12-21T17:10:45.559+08:00relevant, or not?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><h2 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 24px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); clear: both; line-height: 1.3em; display: block; text-decoration: none; ">'Interlok' withdrawn after discussion with Education Ministry and DBP: Murugiah</h2><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; "><a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/content/bernama" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; ">BERNAMA</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">KUALA LUMPUR:</strong> The withdrawal of the Form Five literature textbook, "Interlok", which was alleged to contain sensitive elements that might be offensive to the Malays and Indians, was made after discussions with relevant authorities including the Education Ministry and Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka (DBP).</span></div><div><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">Deputy Minister in the Prime Minister's Department, Datuk T. Murugiah, said the Public Complaints Bureau (PCB) had been deluged with complaints on some sensitive words in the book and, as chairman of the bureau, he believed that immediate actions should be taken to resolve the issue.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">"I called on the Education Ministry, DBP and all the relevant parties to convene a meeting to discuss and make a consensus decision on the issue," he told reporters at the Parliament lobby on Monday.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">Murugiah was commenting on a reader's letter published in a Malay daily on Monday pertaining to the withdrawal of the literature textbook on Dec 15.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">The reader, M. Hanafiah A. Samad from Muar, Johor, said Murugiah had acted in haste when announcing the withdrawal of the textbook, when it should be done by the Education Ministry.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">Murugiah said the issue of the withdrawal of the textbook was misinterpreted, and hoped it would not be prolonged for fear that it would create other problems.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">"People misinterpreted this issue, so I want to offer an explanation. He (M. Hanafiah) said he wrote the letter based on history and his own experience, I understand that, but this is not a history book, this is a literature book.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; ">"In a literature book, the language can be twisted. On that ground, we proposed to the Education Ministry to withdraw it and said that it was up to them if they want to keep it, but they accepted our proposal (to withdraw)," he said.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Interlok</em> is authored by national laureate, Abdullah Hussain and displays a theme of integration of the three races, namely Malays, Chinese and Indians, as early as 1900's till the independence of Malaya.</p></div></span><br />If only <i>now</i> you're worried about racial issues, then why bother releasing it to us in the first place. Come on Malaysia. You're better than this.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-683419253328875432010-12-16T17:04:00.002+08:002010-12-16T17:06:17.969+08:00I have the same doubts I had 10 months ago. This time, some things seem even more possible.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-62150673925663791962010-12-14T01:30:00.002+08:002010-12-14T01:45:03.821+08:00I allow myself to get hurt by other people, sometimes by my own emotions too. I get poked and prodded, pushed and run over but I still don't stand up for myself. I'm often consumed by my insecurities. The feeling of not belonging anywhere, it consumes me. I feel like I don't know who my friends are, what I want, who I am. It just consumes me, confuses me. I don't know what's wrong with me.<div><br /></div><div>At the end of the day though, I'll cry to Allah. It'd be nice if He gave me a sign though.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-53087684713045300512010-12-12T13:48:00.002+08:002010-12-12T13:52:55.587+08:00<div style="text-align: left;">I want to write, but I don't know what to write. Yeah. I think I really need to get into the mood. Or something. Not right now. I need alone time in my room. And maybe someone to make me sad. I bet with all the water works, I'll find something to write even though it's won't be relevant at all to anything that I'm going through. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And I'm going back to KL today. Too much of lazing around doing nothing in Ayer Baloi, waking up late, eating too much. Too bad I haven't renewed my passport, or else I would've persuaded dad to bring me down to Singapore. Thought of going radio hunting. But in reality, I haven't even posted my AA form yet. Nevermind.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Beranganlah kan.</i></div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-31703115409839953032010-12-11T12:35:00.002+08:002010-12-11T13:06:37.884+08:00vingt-cinqueOkay. I have been tagged by the lovely miss <a href="www.nutsynerd.blogspot.com">Nadihah Begum</a> (wink wink), and truth be told I haven't done this in a really really <i>really </i>long time. I haven't really been writing much either. Hehe. So, here it goes, 25 facts about...yours truly.<div><ol><li>I am Siti Khadijah bt Anwarul Haq and I am 16.</li><li>I easily get peeved when the lights and fan are left on even when there's no one else around.</li><li>I am fascinated by, sometimes, even the simplest of things.</li><li>I like Chemistry, <i>a lot.</i></li><li>I think a bit too much, and I'm insecure.</li><li>I scout. Girl Guides isn't for me. No offense intended.</li><li>I would get married in my scout uniform, <i>if I could.</i> Ha ha.</li><li>I paint, play piano and I like amazing Disney/Pixar movies.</li><li>I'm always in awe when I watch Avatar. Yes, the blue monkeys.</li><li>Tea is my number one substance of choice. </li><li>I can do a 12-hour marathon of Discovery, Nat Geo and History. </li><li>I have a tendency to talk about facts I've read or watched.</li><li>Apparently, I have the face of a judge/headmistress. It's crazy, I know. I suppose that's why people don't talk a lot to me? Unless they know me, of course.</li><li>I talk about myself a lot sometimes, sorry Darrell.</li><li>I have no idea what sport I can play. Swimming probabbly?</li><li>I read in all kinds of positions.</li><li>I like people like Mr Chan, Walter (in Fringe) and all these other awesome Science people.</li><li>I want to explore the universe.</li><li>I speak French too.</li><li>I don't mind majoring in History and Law one day. Yeah. I'm crazy like that.</li><li>Worse comes to worse, I'll become a police officer. Work for the air force perhaps? Haha.</li><li>I have so many things in my head.</li><li>I'd move away to Javanese land if I could.</li><li>Camps have never felt more like home.</li><li><i>And lastly, </i>I know I'll turn out to be a successful person.</li></ol></div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-1958055102745008992010-12-10T03:47:00.002+08:002010-12-10T03:55:17.942+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSs4q1e7JIPdOdpZpttdEZloc0f7pUvgxLKH4-9TYnL3KIGZj98qlpY2gdVobrRgwRE_Pty_u8369eudL_G-oBItF9Hc58Sq5V8k5paWAmMqnHBy1KEDP7NCPsRkjhPvD8bIeWL1MeNY/s1600/tumblr_lcml5dBn5s1qz8s0do1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSs4q1e7JIPdOdpZpttdEZloc0f7pUvgxLKH4-9TYnL3KIGZj98qlpY2gdVobrRgwRE_Pty_u8369eudL_G-oBItF9Hc58Sq5V8k5paWAmMqnHBy1KEDP7NCPsRkjhPvD8bIeWL1MeNY/s400/tumblr_lcml5dBn5s1qz8s0do1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548773028798275058" /></a>John Noble FTW. I'd totally love it if he taught me all three Science subjects in school.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-69951192727508812592010-12-09T20:05:00.003+08:002010-12-09T20:15:21.070+08:00Carpe diem sounds impossible. Almost like a far off dream somewhere. I don't believe in carpe diem, really.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-90000165837781176242010-12-05T19:13:00.002+08:002010-12-05T19:18:13.912+08:00Mr Chan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRNrxxE3Zd6ytYLbRWxP6eUsnyiOG3UglVt2OoOYi_OtLMKRRzVSo42uWR2G-O0YCG8q0VZgMP-6SFR2dqDguqwuh8vzKbpG0UQ2a-1KbH0w8JEXJ30DI68kw_dahA2B6g-4BheqlZDQ/s1600/IMG00005-20101202-2045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRNrxxE3Zd6ytYLbRWxP6eUsnyiOG3UglVt2OoOYi_OtLMKRRzVSo42uWR2G-O0YCG8q0VZgMP-6SFR2dqDguqwuh8vzKbpG0UQ2a-1KbH0w8JEXJ30DI68kw_dahA2B6g-4BheqlZDQ/s400/IMG00005-20101202-2045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547155055479711554" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuJtEA05bSgPolovrjpQhP7mrnnzOA10Zxnm0rCKEt-DserapColDoHawTD3SZnNx_D4Atb8a2zaQnH4f3R7cAeitjEC5yOM7k-ddXZlt61WBPcBBrp6usDVaAsHNHf8IJDq0l7dm_VA/s400/IMG00006-20101202-2158.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547155054292813378" />Undeniably the best teacher ever. <div>I could solve Add Maths problems for two hours straight with him. And seriously him teaching Chemistry is just *two thumbs up*. He likes fractions and he can insert any form of Science teaching into a conversation at any given time. I don't know anybody else who can do it like he can. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wish to be like him someday *salute*</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-43209311232945594362010-12-02T19:40:00.003+08:002010-12-02T19:42:15.905+08:00These holidays feel like a month's worth of break whilst our mid-term break felt like the end of the year holidays. This isn't good. I only have 29 more days to sleep well and enjoy staying at home doing just about nothing.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-39677308567540873352010-12-02T09:41:00.000+08:002010-12-02T09:44:10.175+08:00GelaSkins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgGd2orcgKeBhxhclP8vJJEPDH5gS5Va21gNylbVsd5Qo65UMs343id18gSzxXQ_YceEcjIvn6yt_1ABc3jkj-QRgVxRjxxq_u9oHVsEtZXco8uTqHdgZk4UFOl-IU6gUifn8lAB_z_E/s1600/90_VincentvanGogh_AlmondBranchesinBloom_500-white.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgGd2orcgKeBhxhclP8vJJEPDH5gS5Va21gNylbVsd5Qo65UMs343id18gSzxXQ_YceEcjIvn6yt_1ABc3jkj-QRgVxRjxxq_u9oHVsEtZXco8uTqHdgZk4UFOl-IU6gUifn8lAB_z_E/s400/90_VincentvanGogh_AlmondBranchesinBloom_500-white.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545894482034783362" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM97tRdtscaQ5LCu35DjqzAZBQ0jm0w0u-PJcEOGHMN79SsQYtC6Eum_-QBLK4Ddfu4-GVFydPJriusd8FbahcFCR-MdlFzyJ5zQvNoYdDvAxG7jrUnsJCThzRB1c4mJoMRggd6oLqRwo/s1600/90_KatsushikaHokusai_TheGreatWave_500-white.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM97tRdtscaQ5LCu35DjqzAZBQ0jm0w0u-PJcEOGHMN79SsQYtC6Eum_-QBLK4Ddfu4-GVFydPJriusd8FbahcFCR-MdlFzyJ5zQvNoYdDvAxG7jrUnsJCThzRB1c4mJoMRggd6oLqRwo/s400/90_KatsushikaHokusai_TheGreatWave_500-white.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545894478000709474" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFwKuX1qfXBdHY2EsO2FkFF6IOQBP2NPTLXWlfH_FeeeEY3kR_bBoyBa8DbUXA7CVSEhHYnhJyhub3uhG0QBWYBo2Ec_8M5etxGnBw9CC221jlwuxqdNEwzjQXUcchPFAOaRK9UoGoiQ/s1600/90_ColinThompson_BlueWillow_500-white.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFwKuX1qfXBdHY2EsO2FkFF6IOQBP2NPTLXWlfH_FeeeEY3kR_bBoyBa8DbUXA7CVSEhHYnhJyhub3uhG0QBWYBo2Ec_8M5etxGnBw9CC221jlwuxqdNEwzjQXUcchPFAOaRK9UoGoiQ/s400/90_ColinThompson_BlueWillow_500-white.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545894470141251298" /></a>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-71844860598325599302010-11-27T22:29:00.003+08:002010-11-27T22:53:27.604+08:00macaroni and cheeseI haven't been doing a lot lately. Mostly spending time watching Chuck and waiting for Fringe's next episode to come out while surfing Tumblr. Other than that, I do what I normally do every other day. I have piano on Tuesday, art class and Mr Chan's on Thursday. I wash my hair almost every morning now that I have the time. I haven't been eating dinner and now I have the tendency to ignore the calls I receive. It doesn't really matter anyway. December is coming, and 2011 will come approaching in a bit. I will then have bigger and more important things to worry about then. Honestly though, I think this year's holidays feel a lot better than last year. I know how desperate I was to go out last year but this year, not really. I'd rather stay home, watch a movie (or two) and drink lots of hot, strong tea. But it's as sad as it gets. Nobody's home. Only me, the netbook, the BlackBerry and food. Not to mention, the textbooks which I have <i>yet </i>to re-wrap when I feel like it. Haha. I'm a bad procrastinator, I know.<div><br /></div><div>And as far as studying is concerned, I did indices and log at Mr Chan's the other day and we ended up talking about lots of things. That always happens when you're around Mr Chan and two other awesome people who can make you forget your worries. And Mr Chan is really awesome and filled with quirks. For instance, he enjoys fractions and he told us that he has about 80+ white t-shirts which he wears <i>all</i> the time. He plays badminton, and he makes me love Chemistry even more than I already do. He's great for advice too. All in all, I'd love to grow up to become someone like him one day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh. Did you hear? I've finally decided to become a litigator or maybe major purely in History. Damn right I have. It's crazy though. I can imagine me standing up in front of the judge's desk, in court, questioning witnesses, fighting for my client. Yeah, the thought scares me but oh well. I bet I'll do a fine job one day. I might end up becoming a judge. My grand-uncle was a police and one day he looked at me and said that I could become a judge because I have that stern face. It's true. Well, whatever it is, I know I'll succeed in my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hm. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All rise for the honourable judge, Mrs Khadijah. Ewah</span></i></div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-10264780874433004942010-11-25T10:03:00.002+08:002010-11-25T10:06:44.776+08:00eh eh eh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMkuOa0Qw2WvlHkNM-bkgnL1Bk9V7bNyuetcwmgPrTviLKSX1nY4wNDterKvNmdFfIzRzWDwAUVLlwh2ThHRSSBeDyIXIWaGYuhofGfb2CT72g2aJnYly8NMV9ALJlM9RPuG6_HCZTkg/s1600/IMG00090-20101124-2139.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMkuOa0Qw2WvlHkNM-bkgnL1Bk9V7bNyuetcwmgPrTviLKSX1nY4wNDterKvNmdFfIzRzWDwAUVLlwh2ThHRSSBeDyIXIWaGYuhofGfb2CT72g2aJnYly8NMV9ALJlM9RPuG6_HCZTkg/s400/IMG00090-20101124-2139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543302335994963826" /></a>My vuvuzela has just arrived from South Africa. Yeyuh. Mum has a friend in South Africa and she bought it/helped buy it (?) for me. I actually jumped up and about in the kitchen when I saw it. But, I don't actually know what I'm planning on doing with it but I feel like drawing on it using colourful Sharpies. <div><br /></div><div>But whatever it is, I HAVE MY VUVUZELA DAMN RIGHT.</div>Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3795638134886576964.post-85082319404247742562010-11-23T21:27:00.002+08:002010-11-23T21:32:02.482+08:00best news all year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDjOB-HzeMexwID9JM9y-6cS22LJjqodxGMZxpdMTejwaEystJz6Cl-51rdPwEwP1fDM9xpSyaze8-4U3WM-IvC8GWiB9XjcYOBXcP7CocbSkJ7P72jsz0Cy6moCw8CWW0K6y69W35tA/s1600/semakanlulus.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDjOB-HzeMexwID9JM9y-6cS22LJjqodxGMZxpdMTejwaEystJz6Cl-51rdPwEwP1fDM9xpSyaze8-4U3WM-IvC8GWiB9XjcYOBXcP7CocbSkJ7P72jsz0Cy6moCw8CWW0K6y69W35tA/s400/semakanlulus.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542736339170746098" /></a>All my effort paid off. I PASSED MY RAEs, bloody hell! Haha! Okay. Now. Apparatus assignment. Damn right.Khadijahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918noreply@blogger.com0