9/07/2009
7/09/2009
What happened in school today
Alhamdullilah. I was afraid I wasn't able to answer my lecturer's questions about my assignment today but I pulled it through. All I hope for now is to pass my assignment. I'm not too sure how she would grade the assignment.
The first words that she said when she saw my codes was, "Your code look complicated. Are you sure you wrote this yourself?"
Confidently, I said yes.
She raised an eyebrow, unsure if I was telling the truth. She then said, probably trying to scare me and make me confess, "Well, I'm going to ask a lot of questions to make sure you really did it yourself."
So I replied, oh-so-confidently, "Ok, be nice."
She called out one of my group mate and asked her a question about a particular code that was written. A code that she had never taught us before.
Luckily for my group mate, she had asked me about it earlier before we got called. If not, she'd probably be stumped behind my laptop not knowing what in the world it was.
She went on looking through the codes and started asking me and the others questions.
Thankfully, I managed to answer the question. God knows why, but I was strangely calm. I wasn't fidgeting nor was my heart beating rapidly.
Normally, situations like this would make me so nervous I'd break out into cold sweats. Alhamdullilah. What I wanted was to be calm and remained relax and answer with confidence.
I needed to be confident with answering my codes. How else would she believe me that I wrote them myself?
However, I made one mistake. I could not show her where I declared a particular code. I missed it. I didn't see it. When I knew what it was. :(
Now, I'm praying, wishing and hoping I would do well for this assignment. InsyaAllah. Nonetheless, I am proud of myself.
The first words that she said when she saw my codes was, "Your code look complicated. Are you sure you wrote this yourself?"
Confidently, I said yes.
She raised an eyebrow, unsure if I was telling the truth. She then said, probably trying to scare me and make me confess, "Well, I'm going to ask a lot of questions to make sure you really did it yourself."
So I replied, oh-so-confidently, "Ok, be nice."
She called out one of my group mate and asked her a question about a particular code that was written. A code that she had never taught us before.
Luckily for my group mate, she had asked me about it earlier before we got called. If not, she'd probably be stumped behind my laptop not knowing what in the world it was.
She went on looking through the codes and started asking me and the others questions.
Thankfully, I managed to answer the question. God knows why, but I was strangely calm. I wasn't fidgeting nor was my heart beating rapidly.
Normally, situations like this would make me so nervous I'd break out into cold sweats. Alhamdullilah. What I wanted was to be calm and remained relax and answer with confidence.
I needed to be confident with answering my codes. How else would she believe me that I wrote them myself?
However, I made one mistake. I could not show her where I declared a particular code. I missed it. I didn't see it. When I knew what it was. :(
Now, I'm praying, wishing and hoping I would do well for this assignment. InsyaAllah. Nonetheless, I am proud of myself.
7/08/2009
Gone too soon...
In all my 19 years, all I knew of him was his name, his title, the scandals, the way he looked and those endless emails I received about him becoming Yoda in 2010.
Well, he didn't live long enough to morph to Yoda, unfortunately. He left several months too early.
As I write this, Michael Jackson's memorial on CNN had just ended. I watched sad, that a legend is gone.
Thought I'm not a fan nor have I ever listened to his music (except when it's on TV or the radio), I am genuinely sad.
His passing saddens me so much, it feels like I've lost someone I know. I feel empty. His passing has made me feel like the world is missing a piece, an important piece, that keeps the place alive. She is incomplete without him.
The world is mourning over his death and I, the one who couldn't care less about that man all these years, is joining all the others.
Well, he didn't live long enough to morph to Yoda, unfortunately. He left several months too early.
As I write this, Michael Jackson's memorial on CNN had just ended. I watched sad, that a legend is gone.
Thought I'm not a fan nor have I ever listened to his music (except when it's on TV or the radio), I am genuinely sad.
His passing saddens me so much, it feels like I've lost someone I know. I feel empty. His passing has made me feel like the world is missing a piece, an important piece, that keeps the place alive. She is incomplete without him.
The world is mourning over his death and I, the one who couldn't care less about that man all these years, is joining all the others.
7/07/2009
7/01/2009
You'll be prettier, and sexier...
Eeee, I wrote, 'I has....' in my previous entry. That's so embarrassing. Everyone know you don't use 'has' after 'I' or 'you'. "I and you are two special singular words.", Miss Lim taught us. I was eight. 11 years later, I still get it wrong. Tsk.
Anyway, a classmate of mine requested that I not use my hijab for my next lesson this Friday. This isn't the first time she's made that request. I suppose she's not going to give up trying.
Even after telling her numerous times that I cannot do that, she'll ask again. She said, "You'll be even prettier without it, you know Kakak..."
I am totally not offended by that. She moved to Singapore recently and all her Malay friends do not don the hijab.
She assume Malays are the Muslims. Today, I told her I wasn't Malay and she looked puzzled and said, "Huh? I thought you're Malay."
Why am I malay? Because I wear the headscarf.
She's a sweet girl and I think she's just curious to know what's going on underneath.
She'll ask about the length of my hair and if it curls or if I have it straight. She ask how I get my hair cut, do I colour it and stuff that has got to do with my hair.
She don't get a lot of me from where she come from so, I'm cool, even if it's means saying that I'm ugly.
Anyway, a classmate of mine requested that I not use my hijab for my next lesson this Friday. This isn't the first time she's made that request. I suppose she's not going to give up trying.
Even after telling her numerous times that I cannot do that, she'll ask again. She said, "You'll be even prettier without it, you know Kakak..."
I am totally not offended by that. She moved to Singapore recently and all her Malay friends do not don the hijab.
She assume Malays are the Muslims. Today, I told her I wasn't Malay and she looked puzzled and said, "Huh? I thought you're Malay."
Why am I malay? Because I wear the headscarf.
She's a sweet girl and I think she's just curious to know what's going on underneath.
She'll ask about the length of my hair and if it curls or if I have it straight. She ask how I get my hair cut, do I colour it and stuff that has got to do with my hair.
She don't get a lot of me from where she come from so, I'm cool, even if it's means saying that I'm ugly.
For once in my life, I wanna feel good
I haven't got much time to write lately. My exams are coming up in a couple of weeks and I am trying my hardest to cram all the things I have been taught in school so far.
I do not want to fail for I am afraid of failure and afraid of disappointment. I am afraid of disappointing myself, my parents and, most importantly, Zul.
He put in so much effort and offered to coach me. Stupidly, I refused. I let laziness get the better of me. I waste time on the net shifting from one useless page to another.
If I am not doing that, I'll find something else to pass time when I should have been studying. I am lazy. Plain lazy.
He is right. They are watching and waiting for another chance to insult me.
I should and could seize this opportunity to let them taste the bitter taste of losing and make them realize that it is I who have the last laugh.
Sigh. I hope these next few days would make a difference in my performance.
I do not want to fail for I am afraid of failure and afraid of disappointment. I am afraid of disappointing myself, my parents and, most importantly, Zul.
He put in so much effort and offered to coach me. Stupidly, I refused. I let laziness get the better of me. I waste time on the net shifting from one useless page to another.
If I am not doing that, I'll find something else to pass time when I should have been studying. I am lazy. Plain lazy.
He is right. They are watching and waiting for another chance to insult me.
I should and could seize this opportunity to let them taste the bitter taste of losing and make them realize that it is I who have the last laugh.
Sigh. I hope these next few days would make a difference in my performance.
6/26/2009
I'm fooling around
Last night, I was to email a man and attach a MS Word document that contained the draft of my Database assignment. Happily I wrote...
All my emails to Zul will always contain childish messages. Normally, it's even worst than the above message.
We email each other very often and we'll send all these silly messages back and forth.
He tries to keep up with my foolishness and though he's not as good at it as I am, it's sweet that he makes all those difficult attempts.
Anyway, back to the email. I got a reply several hours later from Mr Zulkarnain. In his email he said...
LOL. I'm too stumped to say anything. I do that all the time!!! I get so carried away with the message that I'll forget the point of my email was to send an attachment.
To Zulkarnain Bin Md Shariff,
I, Nur Zahirah Bte Hamid, SXXXXXXXF, would like to present you with her Database Assignment that she has proudly done on her own. :)
Do inform me if there are any mistakes.
Warmest Regards,
Nur Zahirah
*wink*
All my emails to Zul will always contain childish messages. Normally, it's even worst than the above message.
We email each other very often and we'll send all these silly messages back and forth.
He tries to keep up with my foolishness and though he's not as good at it as I am, it's sweet that he makes all those difficult attempts.
Anyway, back to the email. I got a reply several hours later from Mr Zulkarnain. In his email he said...
Dear Nur Zahirah,
I had reviewed carefully your submission and is happy to inform you that I did not find any mistakes in your assignment.
That might be due to the fact that you did not include your assignment as an attachment.
Congratulations.
Zulkarnain Shariff
LOL. I'm too stumped to say anything. I do that all the time!!! I get so carried away with the message that I'll forget the point of my email was to send an attachment.
6/23/2009
Eid preparation
Bought cloth for Hari Raya already. I opted for a plain turquoise songket I saw on a mannequin along Arab St to be made into a baju kurung.
Zul definitely will not be able to carry a turquoise coloured kurung. It will look horrendous with his dark complexion. So, I picked a dark blue cloth for him. No worries, he'll still look like he belongs with us.
Why a plain kain songket? Mom asked, "Aren't they old?" Old as in, not what people wear nowadays. I have my reasons.
1) I don't own any kurungs in kain songket. I used to think that kain songket's plain and not Hari Raya material. But when I wore a green songket kebaya on my wedding, it changed my thought.
2) Those itchy lace would be beautiful but not a good idea for a baby, especially one that has sensitive skin. What with Singapore's hot and humid weather, she's gonna spend her day feeling itchy and sweaty, which will not be nice and definitely make her cranky.
3) It would be a lot easier to handle her in a simple and easy piece.
4) I'm a sucker for simplicity.
5) Personally, I hate lace. They make me itch.
Anyway, it was I who decided for baju kurung this year. Even Zul is going to be in a traditional baju melayu. That I cannot wait to see. He was against the idea initially. That man wants so much to be in a kurta. We've been doing that the past years, it's time for a change.
Lucky him I picked a traditional Malay costume. If I had decided to go Cina, I'll make him dress up complete with the hat and fake long pleated hair!
Zul definitely will not be able to carry a turquoise coloured kurung. It will look horrendous with his dark complexion. So, I picked a dark blue cloth for him. No worries, he'll still look like he belongs with us.
Why a plain kain songket? Mom asked, "Aren't they old?" Old as in, not what people wear nowadays. I have my reasons.
1) I don't own any kurungs in kain songket. I used to think that kain songket's plain and not Hari Raya material. But when I wore a green songket kebaya on my wedding, it changed my thought.
2) Those itchy lace would be beautiful but not a good idea for a baby, especially one that has sensitive skin. What with Singapore's hot and humid weather, she's gonna spend her day feeling itchy and sweaty, which will not be nice and definitely make her cranky.
3) It would be a lot easier to handle her in a simple and easy piece.
4) I'm a sucker for simplicity.
5) Personally, I hate lace. They make me itch.
Anyway, it was I who decided for baju kurung this year. Even Zul is going to be in a traditional baju melayu. That I cannot wait to see. He was against the idea initially. That man wants so much to be in a kurta. We've been doing that the past years, it's time for a change.
Lucky him I picked a traditional Malay costume. If I had decided to go Cina, I'll make him dress up complete with the hat and fake long pleated hair!
6/22/2009
Things like this are hard to come by
Friday, Saturday and Sunday all with the company of Zul. Weekends are rarely like this. Ordinarily, he will be in a foreign land, reading one of his geeky book while sipping tea at a cafe. Sometimes, he sleeps all day whereas I remain at home, in bed and surfing the net like no tomorrow.
