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After all those times when I feel like giving up on wonderland, today I especially seriously think of giving up.
Siapa tau ada kerja kosong ke kat Malaysia?

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I was going through my picture folder when one of my dormmates from high school remind me of high school life. I just have to say I had a fabulous school years. From primary school to lower secondary to upper secondary to varsity. I can't remember a time when I hoped I was not a student.

Primary school was ehem.. embarrassing. But I did enjoy it. It was the time when it was ok to be comot after eating tempe goreng. Back then I had absolutely zero idea why were my friends all thrilled to finally get to learn science subject. I wasn't a fan of science. Engineering was so not my ambition. Clearly because back then most students wanted to be engineers. I didn't know what engineers do and jumping into the pool clueless wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do. I wanted to do something related to literature. Journalism, maybe.

Lower secondary was ehem... troublesome. Haha. The time when I continued being clueless about future. Having no exact ambitions except doing well in the next exam. Science still wasn't my favorite subject. But then again neither was geography. Especially when we had a strict teacher. Being on the caklempong team was fun. Skipping classes on purpose so that we could laze in the air-conditioned music room. Going over to Adeeb's and she cooked us lunch before all of us went for zapin practice. Hang out at Tasik Y with Dayah. Stupid fights with Izi :p

Upper secondary was ehem... there isn't one single word to explain it. It was many things into one. Burger supper at gazebo budi (or was it gazebo best?), almost got busted when spying upon somebody so my classmate and I was out of breath when we reached dining hall for supper; partly because of running and partly because we laughed to much, heart-pouring in front of girls toilet at third floor where I bonded with Dila and a few others, heart-pouring with Lisya on her bed (ouch, I miss her), the fun LK class over at Jatek etc. I could go on and on and on about upper secondary.

Matriculation was short but memorable enough. Um.. yeah memorable enough. I only got to go to class for a week anyway. But I was in the same room as Totin, my childhood friend.

Intec was ehem... laughable, I guess. Dinner roti canai berpinggan-pinggan siap tambah, playing swings at the playground; Diyana used to swing so high I could get dizzy just by looking at her, talking on the phone for hours with Zatul; that was how I bonded with her I guess, apart from the same addiction of mi goreng sebelah BSN.

SNU was ehem... another playtime. Why was my school years full of play again? But it got boring soon enough when there's nothing to do but sentence-constructing, article-summarizing and chinese-character-memorizing. But I do enjoy the chocolate waffle as well as the starcraft game :p

DYTC was ehem... fabulous. School. Shopping. School. Shopping. School. And shopping again. I guess I rarely do anything else. Except playing lineage :p

KU was ehem... was where I really learned to see things kot. It was where I learned to work hard and fell in love with science. It was where I learned to love reading my textbook and drink coffee. Where I learned to go to school library and look up for reference books.

My school years got less interesting as I neared the end. But I also grew up. At the end of it I see myself as not anymore the same person whom I was at the start. Not anymore clueless, not knowing what I would want to do. Not anymore a bitter person, grudging on others. One thing stays the same though throughout the years. I never hate exams and studying. The homework bothers me but certainly not the school, not the exams, not the studying. It made me realized the one thing I like : learning.

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I did tell you I am semi-good at waiting kan. Now I have butterflies all over my stomach waiting for next week to come. Moshitta found my anxiety amusing. He doesn't see any reason for me to get all nervous for a day.

Anyway, I updated my iTunes yesterday and I just realized it started finding all music files in my computer again. So when I listened to my iPod on my bus ride I started to listen to all kinds of songs I never knew I have. Um.. one of it is the OST of The Clique. The one I posted on my fb wall. I like the song. About the insecurity of someone who is supposed to be just perfect. Oh well, I guess it depends on whether you measure perfection absolutely or relatively. Of course when you measure it absolutely, no one is absolutely perfect. But sometimes we do meet people who are relatively perfect when measured according to certain frames. Beauty frame, wealth frame, charisma frame and so on and so forth. I don't think everyone was born an average in all aspects. There must be something they are supposed to be good at. Maybe they just haven't found it yet.

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Post-weekend blast. Er blom habis lagi weekend. Tapi tak apa. Kita update hari ini juga. After lunch and nap over at Mekdi's we went out after maghrib for shopping spree. Er or rather, we accompanied Moshitta for his shopping spree. H&M got a bunch of nice clothes at a not-so-overrated price. Mekdi eyed a really cool bag. We both purposedly avoided Forever 21. Gilakah? We both don't have a 2 million won paycheck ok. At least not yet. So we were relieved to go to the men's floor at SPAO and watch Moshitta shopped. Ok it was kind of nice taking this and that from the rack and tried it and bring everything to the cashier without having to calculate whether or not we'll be overspending. Working is kind of fun in this perspective.

Went for badminton-playing the next day with Moshitta and Vincent. Badan macam nak berpecah-belah sekarang juga. Been what, 2 months since I last been on the court. And I didn't even wear my sport shoes so my feet ache from the running around. The three of us went for lunch afterwards at Otsal. We got half tandoori chicken, tandoori chicken roll, biryani, butter naan and lamb vindaloo. Makan sampai nak pengsan lalu balik dan tidur.

Oh ya, during lunch with Mekdi, we talked a bit about my playday. Mekdi told me that the only way to feel better about the ride is to let go. Do NOT, she said, hold tightly to the handbars. Just let go and let yourself fall freely. Uh well, apparently I hate having to let go and let myself out of control.

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Had lunch date with Mekdi and dessert afterwards at um... Ssobom I guess was the name of the shop. I am never really particular about the name of restaurants or name of street or even the title on a blogpost. The cupcake was delicious but I managed to finish only half of the caramel macchiato. I ate a very small portion of lunch too. I was hungry but I seem to have a problem in my appetite. I was awake at 3.30 a.m last night, remember. Of course my body won't be functioning perfectly today.

I was thinking of writing more, but my head kind of not into it. I guess I'll just join Mekdi for a nap. Or maybe I'll start reading the book she just lent me.

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Approximately 3.30 in the morning.
The idea of giving up on wonderland is dangerously tempting at the moment.
But I know I have to hold on.
It's something I would want to do.

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Selamat pagi yang cerah semua. Selepas sehari berhujanan semalam hari ini agak cerah. Saya sedang bersarapan dan baru lepas membaca blog Chika. Oh bayi berusia dua tahun memang menakutkan. Macam boleh patah. Buat pengetahuan anda, saya takut memegang kucing. Bukan takut kucing. Takut memegang kucing. Sebab kalau patah macam mana. Langsung berasa takut juga memegang bayi. Macam lah takut memegang Jidin. Walaupun Jidin dah berbulan-bulan.

Eh apakah jenis sarapan pada jam sebelas pagi? Bukan selalu bersarapan jam sebelas. Cuma hari ini bangun agak lewat. Um sebab tidur kurang nyenyak. Papa kata pada saya, kerja keras itu bagus. Sebab kita akan lebih berselera waktu makan. Dan lebih nyenyak tidur. Sekarang saya tak ada kerja keras. Kerja paling keras pun ialah memasak di dapur. Mungkin sebab itu saya kurang berselera waktu makan dan kurang nyenyak waktu tidur. Mungkin. Tapi saya rasa sebab terpaling besar ialah sebab saya berfikir sangat banyak. Malam tadi sindrom heart-thumping datang lagi. Macam dah tidur lalu terjaga sebab dengar bunyi jantung berdegup. Kan kelakar. Saya pun tak tau apa kaitan thinking dengan heart-thumping waktu tidur, tapi bila saya worry too much over something mesti malam itu heart-thumping datang. Hasilnya, tidur yang kurang selesa. Sigh. Harus cepat bekerja keras barulah tak ada worry pasal benda kecil mungkin.

Why do I always feel like going out and jumping around on rainy days? Probably because rainy days bring the lowly, gloomy mood. And to chase those away I have to do something active.

Saya menonton Adamaya episod terakhir hari ini. Sebab sepanjang minggu lepas tak boleh online tv3. Kenapa entah. Oh tapi episod akhir Adamaya taught me something new, gave me a new perspective. Memandang seorang lelaki bernama suami dari sudut yang saya terlupa memandang sebelum ini. Ya, saya tahu syurga seorang isteri itu terletak pada seorang suami. But rather than seeing it as layak-atau-tidak-seorang-isteri-itu-mendapat-syurga-itu-terpulang-kepada-keredhaan-suami I now see it as syurga seorang isteri itu ialah suami. Her husband is her paradise. Her joy and her happiness. Seorang isteri tak melayan seorang suami dengan baik sebab mengharapkan balasan syurga, but rather kerana seorang suami itu syurganya, kebahagiaannya. See. Macam sangat dalam. Sila berubah topik segera. Kalau tak nanti Saida Munira akan bertanyakan soalan lebih dalam. :D

I am bad at remembering faces. I picked this from both my parents, I think. Often there are times when people stop to say hi to me on the street and had a chat, and even after they leave I can seem to remember where did I meet them. Cruel kan?

The other day I was in the subway, and sitting not-exactly-across to me is a guy I think I met somewhere before. My mind was signaling that he is someone I met at somewhere important but I just can't seem to remember. I wanted to greet him but thought what if I got the wrong person. I tried to give him a small smile before I got off the train, but he was looking somewhere else. What if he's a future employer? The person who interviewed me? Ouch.

Anyway, after fourteen days, I just realized yesterday who was the girl that greeted me at the hospital the other day. I walked in and she waved excitedly at me, beckoning me to sit with her and her other chinese friends. I came and sat with them, having no idea what they were talking about since they spoke chinese. I kept thinking where did she know me considering the chinese candidates kept a lot to themselves during the interview. Yesterday it hit me. She was the girl that asked how was the interview when I was about to leave. I gave her some tips about what the interviewers might ask. Oh, well. You know, Didi, instead of having a phone that show name and cgpa when pointed to certain people, I wish it could show name and tell us where we met them before :D

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Oohh I forgot to mention that I just got a fabulous idea on my bus ride home yesterday. Many people sure know just how many clothes I've got. My fellow coursemate Yus, once claimed that he can never remembered if I worn a particular top before considering I have too many. Well, I have to say it's not as many as most girls have. And I threw away many of them when I packed last year, leaving me with approximately 2 boxes and 2 cabin luggages. One of the boxes are the winter wear and sweaters and jumpers. So yes, I don't think that is too many. You should know how happy I was seeing that it's not as many as others thought. When I told Moshitta, he said that I was just happy since it indicates that I can still buy more new clothes. Well, that is partly true. But I'm also happy because not all girls can claim that they don't have much outfits. Yay.

Anyway, about the supposed-to-be fabulous idea. I do have lots of oversized clothes. Moshitta hates them because they are too big for me. I love it because.. um well.. it is too big for me. Too big equals to comfy. There is rarely anything more comfortable to wear in the lab or workshop than the oversized stuffs. But now that I don't go to lab and workshop anymore (not to mention haven't been wearing sneakers for 2 months plus) and since I'm in need of new clothes (did I mention that the day before playday I sat among the piles of clothes I own and failed to find the one that I like much to wear?), I think I'll revamp my clothes. Yeah. Sort of cutting it and turning it into a totally different outfit. Don't worry, I have zero experience at making clothes. Unless you count stitching hems. But I succeeded once in re-making my kebaya. And I have tons of experience in cutting aluminum and L-frame, welding, drilling and putting the screws in place. Cutting clothes won't be a problem kan?

The first I'll work at is my dark green BBQ outfit. I already have something in mind for it. If I succeed I'll show it to you. If not, I guess I'll just have to buy the 5000 won light brown dress I saw yesterday as replacement. Tee-hee :p

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Dulu masa sekolah saya suka fire drill. It was an excuse to stop the on-going lesson and go outside to spend time chatting with friends while standing in lines. Bila dah besar, dah tak ada fire drill lah. Instead, today I had my first war drill in Korea. Pertama kali dalam enam tahun. Samalah macam pertama kali pergi Hiseoul dalam enam tahun :D. Sebelum ni mungkin cuma dengar the siren blaring while I was in the house. Sebab tinggal dengan orang Malaysia, mana tahulah bukan nak buat apa time war drill. But I was in the bus when we had the drill. The blaring of sirens and all cars stopped at the roadside, waiting. Mungkin juga bertujuan mengosongkan jalan so that kereta polis atau kereta kebal boleh lalu dengan mudah. Malaysia tak ada war drill, kan?

I had playday yesterday. At lotte world. Main bermacam-macam benda yang tak pernah terfikir nak main. Tertipu pergi masuk main Comet Express dengan rela hati sebab tak tau apakah jenis permainan tersebut. Bila train dah sampai depan mata baru berasa tanak naik. Tapi naik juga sebab orang lain dah tunggu. Tapi banyak-banyak mainan, yang terpaling horror ialah kapal itu. Kapal yang main swing-swing tu. At least Comet Express tu tutup mata je dah boleh psycho otak kata itu X-ride kat CGV. Tapi kapal tersebut macam mana tutup mata pun memang horror. I must be the only person who was scared sebab orang lain semua turun dengan gembira. Oh ye, semua permainan outdoor memang out of question lah untuk sya, bukan? Kecuali Comet Express.


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Another great weekend out starting with Mosh, Vincent and I sunbathing at the City Hall grassy lawn at 2 p.m while watching the performance from various country, eating and drinking chocolate at a chocolatier at Hongdae, topped with us getting the wrong bus home and missed dinner because by the time we arrived, it was already eleven. My head was all dizzy from the bus ride and the taxi ride made it no better. I still had a headache when I woke up this morning so I decided to give myself a head massage. Feeling better. The weather yesterday was not too hot that you would sweat but bright enough to make me worry about getting burned. My face is already relatively darker and there are some pimples making its way out. But nothing major. Phewww.

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Akhirnya. Laksa johor. Tak berapa tau kenapa tiba-tiba rasa nak laksa. Tapi mengikutkan hati dan pergi memasak laksa. Samalah macam mengikut hati dan membeli sandwich telur, sandwich tuna dan takoyaki sekaligus untuk lunch. Saya memang pandai mengikut hati kalau sampai perihal makanan.

Oh ya. Tentang laksa johor. Saya rasa the challenge of cooking traditional food abroad lies in making the best out of everything I have. Contohnya, semalam tak ada lengkuas. Mana mungkin masak laksa johor tanpa lengkuas. Er tapi masak juga. Dan berusaha sedaya upaya menjadikan rasa laksa tersebut macam rasa laksa. Macam tak ada ingredient yang kurang langsung. Makan laksa dengan perasaan bahagia. Oh saya suka laksa. Tapi laksa terpilih saja. Laksa penang macam ada sikit pelik dimakan. Orang penang pun waktu pertama kali makan laksa johor berasa laksa johor pelik :D. Oh ya. Encik Jang tak suka makan laksa. Ini adalah fakta. Beliau mengaku sedemikian ketika mencuba makan laksa di Malaysia. Er, Encik Jang ialah cikgu bahasa Korea kami. Dalam bahasa lainnya, Jang Seonsaengnim.

Fakta random : Saya tak pernah makan cupcakes. Dan tak pernah teringin pun nak cuba makan. Sure they look cute, tapi macam tak berapa menyelerakan.

Fakta random 2 : Saya menghadapi kesukaran menukar perisa ubat gigi. I've been using the same toothpaste for about 9 years. Whenever I go for a sleepover at friends' houses I make sure I bring MY toothpaste along.

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I'm not really good at teamwork. Don't get me wrong. It doesn't mean I'm not good at co-operating with my co-workers. More in a sense that if my teammates slack off, I won't mind. Instead I'll put a whole lot of extra effort to get the job done as if it was done by the whole team instead of me alone. Not good since it didn't work well during our measurement lab when I was in DYTC. We got 3 or 4 people in our group. 1 showed up just once. Another was always late when he decided to show up. And the other always got out in the middle of the class. And since I was the type that does not mind, I did all the measuring test on my own and let them all copy my result. I was thinking as long as our group's results were good I'd be getting good grade. But, no. The instructor insisted that if your teammates slack off, it would affect your grade too. So it is your responsibility to urge your teammates to work hard. At twenty years old, I thought that was a bit unfair, since you could try to persuade them to come, but in the end it was up to them whether or not they would want to go. At twenty four years old, I think maybe the instructor was right. There is a reason why people do groupwork. The reason being you can never do it just as good on your own.

Alhamdulillah for everything. Serius. Saya bersyukur dengan segala apa yang saya ada. Kalau kamu mimpi makan pringles di malam hari; pringles yang heboh satu malaysia persoalkan status halalnya. Lalu kamu bangun dari tidur with the rich smell of sour and cream still lingering as if it was real. And when you go out you see the green bottle on the shelf of the shop. Along with the halal symbol from Jakim. Haruslah kamu rasa bersyukur kan? Rezeki. Saya beli dua botol. Alhamdulillah di atas semua kurniaan.

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Tahukah? Perkataan Korean yang saya paling suka ialah 싫어. Sebab... oh well, macam sangat comel. Mungkin depends kepada intonasi anda bercakap, tapi perkataan tersebut membolehkan anda berkata benci secara sangat comel.

Oh esok hari kanak-kanak. Apakah rancangan anda? Saya macam berasa taknak ke mana-mana. Sebab hari kanak-kanak adalah hari cuti di mana semua tempat pun dipenuhi manusia.

Sakit gigi lagi. Wisdom teeth (ya, plural.) saya sangat lambat keluar. Macam keluar secara perlahan-lahan. Sudah berapa tahun entah.

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