Down Memory Lane...

Went NUS just now to submit my brother's application form. Dropped by the new University Hall just beside my 'Home'. Every step on the stretch of Lower Kent Ridge Road brings many memories. Happy, Sad, Sweet...


I remember the walk with Ayah on that one night. I think he helped me loading some stuffs from my room to my new room back then. So, i accompanied him to 96 bus stop and we talked. The conversation was very intimate. Ayah... i felt i just got to know you =D There're soo many things you have yet to share with us about your younger days. I still remember the conversation. I even shared it with my friends! Gals, to trigger the memory, the keyword is 'Suriani Suratman' *giggles*

That stretch also witnessed my late night commitment after PBM meetings and my journey through the lonely and quiet curvey road. I had companies most of the time. With him. With brudder. With my guest. With Fidza. With my neighbour sometimes. With a stranger which became acquantance. We talked. We ran. We joked. We gossipped. We quarrelled. We sulked. We helped each others' load...

Unfortunately, that stretch seldom saw me in the morning.... i wonder why *grinZ*

Walking on it again.... it pains me.

Dun ask me.

I dunno the answer.

Hoping that.. there will be another stretch of road which i can share my late night walks with again.

To enjoy the moonlight and the serenity of the darkness.

To share our stories and dreams.

To look at each other... and feeling your energy is lifted up and you can walk another mile again... just to be beside each other.

*cuddles self and droolz*

Humaira
Looking forward to walk again

Dattebayo!

Confession confession.

2.5 days leave was spent mugging (i do! really) AND.... watching Naruto (youtube RAWKSS!) 30 mins of reading while downloading naruto, another 30 mins watching naruto, and the cycle continues, until i completed the whole 173 episodes (i started watching from episode 113 so it was a total of 60 episodes over the last 3 days or so)

ACHIEVEMEEENNNNTTT!!! DATTEBAYOOO!!!!

Ok... Apa Ada Dengan Naruto?

A young male ninja (in his teen years) from the Konoha village. Sad and lonely childhood, but determined to make it big and aspire to be the Hokage of the village one fine day (Hokage is like a penghulu. To be a Hokage, one must be an EXCEPTIONAL ninja). The first 100 episodes are about Naruto's journey to assert his existance and ability among his comrades. He constantly want/force/irritate people to affirm that he's indeed a good ninja (in reality, he's clumsy like a toad) Its a story about strong determination and striving towards what one believes in. Its also a story about humans' needs to be accepted and affirmed of one's existance. And he's FARNEEE!! The Japanese animators are so talented in the illustrations!

A Ninja is a ninja when one holds on to one's words, determined to be better than yesterday, and strive to be the best in every situation. A ninja values camaraderie, understand each others' strength to maximise a strategy. That's the Way of a Ninja!

Some other side observations on Naruto:
1) the first 100 episodes were so innocent. No kissing scene, except for one incidental one (between Naruto and Sasuke -a handsome tragic hero in the story) However, after turns of event, the anime 'develop' by having more girls, big-breasted ladies and corny sex jokes - still very kiddy and innocent-like though) Sigh.. even innocent cartoons cant resist the power of sex in media.And oh! Look out for one of Naruto's ninjutsu (special transformation power): Turning self into a blonde beb! Very farneeee!!!! The effect of that power: Guys who look at the girl will bleed their nose! Muahahahahahahahaha

2) For an anime, it is super Drama-Mama!! In this case, Drama-Jap!! Takle angzztt.. especially the flashbacks. Normally i'll just fast forward. Cannot tahan!

3) New vocabulary! Akamaru: Red. Bagga: Shit. Stupid. Any bad word. Dattebayo: Lah. Meh. Ma. Chakra: Energy (i think).

4) The master villain in this story is very similar to Harry Potter. Orochimaru = Lord Voldermort. Some of the common characteristics are:
a) Feared by EVERYONE.
b) Has followers implanted everywhere.
c) Villain is sickly, awaiting someone to be the 'container' for his power. (In Naruto, the Harry is not him, but Sasuke)
d) Immortal as he has discovered the 'elixir of life'.. sort of.
e) His symbolic power... guess guess.... SNAKE! haha

173 episodes done, more to come. Now i'm on par with other Naruto fans! Wheeee~



Humaira-chan

We interrupt this programme with short interval

I learnt a new word today.

S-A-H-M

Stay At Home Mom.

Not Housewife. Not Domestic Manager/Coordinator. Not ah-maaa.

A mother who stays at home (duh!)

I bloghopped and met some of our local, young SAHMs. Some of them are my seniors in NUS.
They quit their high flying jobs that seem to define who they were, so that they can be close to their babies. Noble isnt it?

I wonder if i can do that.....

IF I'm a SAHM, i'll make my house as a learning gym for my children. With books, toys, COLOURS everywhere! We'll play, we'll talk, we'll create stories... We can go to the park, the zoo, the swimming pool, everywhere and learn new things.

Hey, i can babysit your children too! =D

I'll create my own Tumble Tots programme. How bout that? ;)

Oh humaira... you're not even married!

No harm dreaming.

Back to reality.
Get back to Globalisation and Glocalisation assignment.

Yawnz.

Humaira
Aspiring SAHM

No 'Self-made' Man

Dearest Kak Zakiah

Thank you so much for sparing your time to meet me and offer your most invaluable suggestions. My project would not have been possible without your ideas and input that you shared with me!

I am very happy to see how loved you are by the student volunteers. I hope that i would be able to garner the same amount of respect and adoration from my would-be students when i start my teaching heheh...

Love, Murshidah
20 March 2006

There is no such thing as a 'self-made' man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind of deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success - George Burton

The quote impacted my day.

Every single word, every single action... creates impact on others' lives.

Shidah... your kind words too.

Jazaakillah.

Humaira
khalifah-made

Sweet Angel of Mine

Twinkle twinkle go her eyes
Sweetness carved in her beguiling smile
She sashays in her sweeping skirts
Her embroidered bags, her beaded shirts

She's mysterious, she's charming
A hit with the youth,
she's their darling

Lunch time is her nap time
A sacred solace
Her blogsite: a minefiled
It gives her peace

She will shine
I have faith
in my cherub
Sweet Zakiah

Penned by my angel.... kak Raihan

We played Angel Cherub game in the office last month.
Task: To consistently make your cherub's day.
Kak An... You have successfully cheer my days with that poem.

You're my BEST Angel.

Humaira
Twinkle twinkle little humaira

The World is FLAT. It IS! Because I SAID SO!

Welcome to the world of total freedom. Where reality is relative. 'Haq' is individually defined.

Welcome to the earth that recognises human empowerment. TOTAL empowerment.

It is a period of LOST hope. Thanks to World War 1 and 2 which objectively showed how science failed us. Thanks to the United Nations who has failed to uphold the very reason they exist. The reality of today's world is.... NOW is my future. I owe my life to no one.

Ladies and gentlemen, i introduce you to

MR POST-MODERNISM

Mr Post-Modernism is a young boy. Quiet and intelligent boy who, one day, decided to rebel against his mother, Madam Modernity. Who doesnt? Madam Modernity promised the world to him. World peace, cure against deadly deseases, immortality! Well... Madam Modernity did the best she can. She invented some cure. She discovered e=mc2 along the way, thus giving birth to world's fatal destruction. Mr Post-Modernism grew up hoping and hoping... that things will get better. But.....

So one day he decided to stop hoping. He wanted to take things into his own stride. His sincere objective is simple: To lead a better life. So, he decided not to believe entirely in his mother's faith: Science. Thus, he accepted EVERYTHING, coz EVERYTHING is POTENTIALLY right. Kinda make sense, isnt it?

But, what happened when one does not hold on to a belief? What happened when individuals become too empowered to design their own set of values and beliefs and ideologies?

Mr Post Modernism does not believe in the institution of marriage. A family is built by a man, a woman, and child(ren), without that sacred vow. Why? Because its pragmatic according to him.

Mr Post Modernism believes in God. He also believes in other Gods... as he thinks that the other religion is potentially right too. In the end, he claims to be the believer of ALL religion.

Mr Post Modernism creates a world of limitless choices and power.

Are we ready for that world?
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Am i allowing a world of total chaos for my children. Imagine how confused my daughters and sons will be, living in time where there's no limit, no rules and no guidelines?

The solution is Simple.
However, it may not be easy.

Allah...
Please shower us with your rahmah.
Have mercy on us.
Have mercy on us.
Have mercy on us.


Humaira
Pre-Modern, Modernity, Post Modern. What's next? WHAT'S NEXT???

Enlightenment Part 2 i hope....

Pre-Destination

"It may happen that you will hate a thing which is good for you,
and it may happen that you will love a thing which is evil for you.
God knows, and you know not" (2:216)

Self-Explanatory.

=D

Humaira
Just a girl who needs to rest

My Love Boat

Welcome to Falcon Princess.

The cruise where Love to be rekindled.... Romance to be found... Lust is not sinful.
The cruise to a destination.... called Marital Bliss.


I was informed to be part of this event 3 - 4 weeks before D-Day. Part of me was telling, this is it. This is an opportunity for me to make up for the things i've done wrong. I was determined to doing this right.

I've always dreamt of a prom night anyway (never had it coz ... well.... we never heard of an all girls prom night do we?) And... its an opportunity to be NAUGHTY and CHEEKY. This is a DREAM project!

Stressful? U bet. I had fun nevertheless. It was a totally different experience. I did some hotel events, some camps, some workshops.... but never an on-the-ship- event. Lots of confirmations to be made prior to the event, stickiness to the time, rules rules and endless rules!

But....
Hey~ I'm a tad bit more wiser about... errrmmm... 'Asas-asas Mahligai Bahagia' teeeheeee *cheeky laugh*
It's more fun to think bout that *wink*Me and my ever so faithful Din. You rawk, man! Macam-macam Din belajar while volunteering eh? To be a Deejay lar, IT Expert lar, tukang betul2kan barang lah. Volunteering.... its all worth it, isnt it? =D


Have i told anyone how committed i am to the project that i even started to breathe a life of a professional wedding planner? I bought Wedding magazines, i liaised with wedding deco services... Gawd.. i even went to a wedding exhibition! Am so proud of the colour theme *hug self and smile*
Flowers flowers flowers Everywhere!! Wheeee~~~~

How would my wedding be? What would i like?
S.I.M.P.L.E

Riiittteee. You say.
As if. Someone else says.
Really? I say.

It would be nice to have a lavish reception... in a large ballroom with bright gold lighting from the chandeliers, dark heavy purple velvet flowing curtain decorating the room, round tables scattered all over the 2 segmented sides of the room, leaving the stretch of line in the middle for me and my prince charming to sashay into the new life together, with long candles on every table making the romantic experience inclusive for other couples as well. And light lavender chiffon flowing through the ceiling, potpuri spread all over it as if we're walking in a purple fresh-scented forest, and flowers... flowers everywhere... let it be tulips... dark blue roses... red roses... beautifying my perfect day... and small cute little children wearing cute white dresses throwing petals of white flowers allowing me n my prince to walk on only scented journey *i can continue but i need to get back to my original point*

The point is... let this be a dream. It would be perfect that way.
What matters most about having a perfect beginning is not the form of the road... but the ability to realise where the destination is. *Woah~ This will require another entry to discuss 'destination' issue*

~ I have yet to find a man who can share his destination with mine.
~ I have yet to find a man who has a destination in mind.
~ Do i have a clear destination in mind?

inna khalaqnal insa wal jinna illaa liya'buduun

InsyaAllah.......



These two... no... another one below.. so ... these 3 were my job. I had to manage them throughout the evening.. no.. the week! It has been fun! I miss sms-ing, emailing, msning some of them. Encik Zul (Nurul Aini's manager) especially. He's such a doll. Nurul is such a professional. It has been smooth working with her. Azmi~ he's the creative one. Gave good tips on music vis-a-vis event management. Rudy... his voice is simply heavenly.

Am impressed with the commitment and hardwork they put into making this event a success. Although they were engaged in such a short notice, they prepared and executed it wholeheartedly. I couldnt thank them enough!

To destress...

we took PIXiesss~!!!!

LURVE THEM ALL!!

Cheekiness RULEzzz!!

Yeah yeah.. i wore 'bulu-ated' dress. It looks medieval, that's wat attracted me. I had fun wearing it.

Behind from left: Abang Lan the Asam Masin supplier, Faj the 'better than Insyirah' facilitator *wink*, Kak Wani the project manager, Kak Raihan my Angel everyone's emotional saviour, Kak Noraini the petty cash saviour.
Front from left: Aya the newbie and Kama the first aider who forgot to read the instruction at the back of the sea sick pills box (that's soo hilarious)
Extreme front: Humaira the wedding planner cum programmer who flirted her way through and loving it! Woohooo!!

The day ended lepak-ing in my office with the beloved volunteer/babe/sahabah.

Tired. The night sleep was the best in the week.

Humaira....
saved by the 3 + 1 sea sick pills.