tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262104752024-03-14T08:28:06.388+08:00The Perspective of Life From My Side of WindowNik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.comBlogger282125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-6221540095270190182013-04-25T09:00:00.000+08:002013-04-25T22:39:10.706+08:00HOPE For Her Again<i>*The post below is written with the woman's permission. However, I prefer not to use her real name as to protect her real identity.</i><br />
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Besides being busy with University work (and procrastinating), I've been keeping myself occupied with this project called HOPE under Enactus Sheffield. HOPE is an initiative to empower vulnerable women (survivors of human trafficking, sexual and domestic abuse) via entrepreneurship. You can find out more about us here: <a href="http://www.hopesheffield.org/" target="_blank">HOPE Sheffield </a>and <a href="http://hopesheffield.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">HOPE blog</a>.<br />
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For the past 4 months or so, I have been a mentor to one of the women, Wendy*. Wendy is from a neighbouring country in Malaysia so, when I first met her I was surprised to see someone so close to home as one of the women we would be working with. But seeing as how we spoke the same language (Malay language) and came from very similar culture, we hit it off immediately. I remember her being a little shy at first as she got to know the HOPE Community group for the first time. But that was about to change in the months to come.<br />
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As her mentor, I was tasked to find out what were her interests and what would she like to do in the future. Usually, the women we work with can choose between the enterprise route or the employment route. We will do what is necessary to prep them with the needed skills and training while they wait for their 'leave to remain' permit or asylum status. Wendy has a wonderful eye for arts & crafts. She is so unbelievably talented, she kept wow-ing us with handmade bracelets, pillows and handbags that she did on her own! It was clear she's interested in taking the enterprise route and hopefully open her own business some day.<br />
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Over the next few months, the both of us came up with a business plan and timeline for her. I did some market research and design research on her behalf followed by material-hunting with Wendy. The rest, I could count on her to take care of. We would meet almost every week, about 2 to 3 hours per session. She was so easy to work with. Every text and call was replied/answered, every meeting was punctual, every deadline was met.<br />
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During the sessions, she would talk about her past and her stories. From experience (and the training we received before working on the project), vulnerable women have trust issues and the feeling of paranoia would be haunting them for quite some time. But I was genuinely moved when she was already opening up to me about her past just after a few weeks of getting to know each other.<br />
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I listened to her stories which she narrated with a calm face and sometimes sprinkled with her sweet smile as she recollected her memories of her dark past. As if they were just some fictional stories. I only sat down and listened intently, occasionally adding some remarks of my own. There I was a 21-year-old girl who never went through any hardship other than the torturous 1-hour spent in the gym doing cardio and weight training, listening to Wendy's stories from the time she was back home to how she got to the UK. I was supposed to be her mentor but at that point of time, I felt she she should be mine!<br />
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<i>"Wendy, how do you stay so strong and sane despite what happened? If I were you, I don't think I would have lasted this long!" </i>I asked. She simply answered,<i>"Because of God and my son. I've not seen my son for 10 years. The hope of being reunited with him once again keeps me going."</i><br />
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Wendy continued to charm the other members of the project who had the chance to meet her. Her warmth, kindness, creativity and diligence were reminders why this project is so important. Why it's crucial to do our best to ensure these vulnerable women find their footing again in the community and start afresh with their lives.<br />
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A month ago, she received news her request for 'leave to remain' and working visas have been approved. Soon after she was offered a job at a Bed & Breakfast just a little distance away from Sheffield. There is even a souvenir shop at the B&B so she could still be making her pillows, bags and bracelets to be sold there. I'm amazed at how these great things moved very quickly for her. It was as if God has decided enough is enough, it's time for her to enjoy a good life for herself after all that had happened.<br />
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Today, we went on a shopping spree to get her stuff for her new job and new place. Enactus Sheffield paid for them as a form of 'leaving package', to thank her for her involvement in the project. She was telling me how the B&B is a family business and the family likes the same things she does: arts, music, children etc. I can already see herself fitting in well as she makes her living there. So excited to see what becomes of her in the near future!<br />
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In an interview to record her testimonial for Enactus Sheffield presentation for the Nationals competition, Wendy said,"Zafirah is the best mentor for me. Thank you for sending her my way."<br />
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No Wendy, thank YOU for being my inspiration. The project is a lot of work and it can be daunting sometimes but when I think of you and your strength, I only want to do more, knowing that there are other women out there like you who need our help.<br />
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Best of luck, Wendy. You are no longer a vulnerable woman. You are your own woman.<br />
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And these are her sample designs. She designed and made these all on her own! </div>
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The video that sums up our culture at Enactus Sheffield. If you are interested in helping the cause or buy the products made specially by the women, check this website out! <a href="http://hopesheffield.org/" target="_blank">HOPE Sheffield</a></div>
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When I first came to the UK, I HARDLY cook. Hardly is probably an understatement. My 'bibik' would always do it for me even when I wanted a bowl of Maggi mee. The only dish I could proudly claim to cooking it well would be spaghetti bolognese.</div>
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Living alone and far away from home would teach you a lot of things. One of the things I have learned to do in my first few months here is cooking. At first I was content with cooking using those Brahim packets my mum packed from home. For beginners, they are God-sent. Have your chicken/beef/fish ready, pour in the paste and voila, Malaysian food cooked within 10 minutes! </div>
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I remember the first week in Sheffield when Hanna and I wanted to make scrambled eggs in the kitchen for the first time. Don't know what was up with us back then but we were unsure what goes into the pan. *facepalm* <i>Tu laa, mak suruh rajin masuk dapur dulu, tak nak. </i></div>
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Our cooking skills were non-existent but we somehow managed to feed ourselves without having to eat out very often. Think we were on fried rice every day for the next few weeks to come. Whatever kind of fried rice you could think of, we had it. Veggie fried rice, chicken fried rice, seafood fried rice, anchovies fried rice. Those and Brahim meals, of course.</div>
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But after a few months, we got bored of eating the same thing day in, day out. And it was decided, we HAVE to learn to cook properly. I can't imagine eating all these for the next 3 years. I was on the track to start losing weight too so, I had to find better food alternatives than fried rice and processed meals. </div>
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Cooking can be fun. It is both science and art. The science of mixing the right ingredients and their measurements to get the right balance of tastes. The art of making your dish appetising and appealing. The only thing I find agitating about cooking is the time it takes up and of course, the cleaning up afterwards. 40 minutes to cook and only 10 minutes to finish up everything. Heh.</div>
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I love my food baked. It's healthier and hassle-free. I've been getting creative with my marinate sauces and mixes too. Sometimes I just throw in whatever is left in the fridge and hope something good would come out of it. At times, that works and other times, well...still edible la. </div>
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I would sometimes email my parents photos of the meal I've cooked and they couldn't be prouder. Yahh, from not knowing (or refusing) to cook at home, I'm cooking my own food every day now. Guess they expect me to do the same when I come back for summer break soon. Haha.</div>
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The thing with cooking is that it is a skill you CAN pick up. That's why I don't believe it when people say <i>"I can't cook."</i> or<i> "Cooking is the one thing I can't do."</i> It requires a bit of time and effort, yes. But it's not rocket science. Take it from me, someone who wasn't sure how to make scrambled eggs in the beginning :p</div>
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Some photos of what I've cooked here. They are far from great but for baby steps, they are not too bad. Next on my list is learning how to cook Malay food from scratch. They prove to be more of a challenge since they require more ingredients, time and patience. </div>
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Sambal sardin. So simple yet so satisfying. Prepare your sambal beforehand and cook it with whatever you want.</div>
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Roasted soy-garlic chicken and caramelised sweet potatoes. Since I'm trying to be on a healthier diet, I've substituted potatoes with sweet potatoes. They are packed with better and more nutrients.</div>
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Made my own chocolate hummus spread. It's chocolate spread with a twist and definitely a healthier option than Nutella (though admittedly, not as good).</div>
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Would sometimes do some baking with Hanna especially when we have guests over or dinner parties to attend. Our specialty: muffins! We call ourselves 'Muffats'. Hehe.<br />
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Friends from near and far would sometimes come over for dinner. This dinner had Hazman from Glasgow, Amir from London and a few other Sheffield peeps. I made lamb teriyaki while Shaz made his famous ayam masak merah. </div>
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Shrimp-Mushroom Carbonara using only cottage cheese and egg. Yes, another healthier option compared to the thick, creamy, cheesy carbonara pasta.</div>
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Light meal of baked mushrooms stuffed with cottage cheese and cinnamon powder.</div>
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I love salmon! So I always try to figure out new ways to cook the fish so I won't get tired of it. This is baked salmon with cottage cheese and mint sauce.</div>
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One of my proudest moments; homemade burger (yes, I made the patty myself) and creamy broccoli soup.</div>
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Another favourite of mine: Aglio Olio</div>
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But the photos are here! Special thanks to our awesome photographer, Megan for the lovely photos. Looking forward to work on a similar project with my team on our next summer break, insyaAllah :)</div>
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The Krash Pad children, the team and Tunku Abidin giving a big 'Merdeka!' cheer for the camera.</div>
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The children listening intently to our special Merdeka talk and video viewing</div>
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L-R: Alia, Kist, Elena, Alia, Tunku Abidin, me, Arvind</div>
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The judges of the Merdeka plays</div>
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Elena listening in to her group's ideas for their short play</div>
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Tunku Abidin giving his special Merdeka address to the children</div>
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The team with the programme coordinator of Krash Pad, Hasrul</div>
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Replica of Tugu Negara by them</div>
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That's all of us again. Till next year, hopefully! </div>
Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-24739116397539030512012-11-08T06:07:00.000+08:002012-11-08T06:08:46.235+08:00Unlocked<div>
I was recently locked out of my blogspot account for a couple of months. Terrible, I tell ya. But all is good now!</div>
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A lot has happened and I will write as much as I can. When I find the time and energy. Looking at the graphs of this blog, I still have some loyal readers who still visit this space. Thank you and you shall be rewarded with more stories in the near future ;)</div>
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I'll leave you with a couple of recent photos of mine. Speak soon! </div>
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Where I'll be spending my next 3 years at.</div>
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KY peeps on a visit to Sheffield</div>
Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-40263410105670305442012-08-31T01:13:00.002+08:002012-08-31T12:26:24.014+08:00The Merdeka StoryI was never big on Merdeka. Always thought it was just another public holiday. Can't even be bothered to switch on the television to watch the big parade on the morning of Merdeka.<br />
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But I decided on something different this year. I've not been back in <a href="http://www.unicef.org/malaysia/Brief_-_KL_Krash_Pad_.pdf" target="_blank">Krash Pad</a> for quite some time and recently saw the opportunity to organise something for the kids. Merdeka Appreciation Day! That's right. Managed to rope in a few of my friends to help out and they turned out to be such pleasure to work with.<br />
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When we planned it, we were thinking hard how to make the day educational yet exciting for the kids. Nothing too heavy or else we risk turning the day into another Sejarah lesson. So, we decided on a few activities; Merdeka charades, screening of old Merdeka advertisements, sketches by the kids on how they view Merdeka and a session on traditional costume designing.<br />
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I loved the sketches by the kids. They were divided into 3 teams and were given 20 minutes prep time to come up with a 5 to 7 minutes sketch. The first team's sketch was on how young people these days are so consumed with the modern life that they have forgotten old history and how much our ancestors have sacrificed for us.<br />
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Another team's sketch was a replay of the things that happened during pre-Independence. The violence by Japanese army, the Malayan army fighting hard against the enemies despite the lack of sophisticated weaponry, the hard lives of Malayans before Merdeka etc. The final team's sketch was divided into different eras; pre-Merdeka, during Merdeka and post-Merdeka phases. How our lives have changed for the better with each phase but a lot still has to be done.<br />
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So nice kan? There were some errors in their historical facts but that aside, I was amazed with these kids' creativity and confidence. They came up with the whole plot, script and acting within 20 minutes! Incredible.<br />
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We were also fortunate to have Tunku Abidin Muhriz (IDEAS founding president and one of the trustees for Yayasan Chow Kit) and his cousin, Tengku Munazirah (founder of <a href="http://thehopefactory.com.my/" target="_blank">Hope Factory</a>) with us. I first met Tunku Abidin at McKinsey YLA dinner a month back and we discovered our common ground: Krash Pad. He told me to let him know if I was coming down to the centre anytime soon and there he was yesterday. Tunku Abidin gave a speech on Merdeka to the kids, stressing on the importance to appreciate our History better and hope the kids would study hard and contribute to the nation one day. <br />
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We brought chocolates, cupcakes and even a hamper for the winning team! These kids are such joy to be with. As usual, when you're doing a project with them, they're not the only ones who will learn something, we (the organiser) are also on the receiving end. Forget the 'Janji Ditepati' theme, the ridiculous notion we have to be thankful for what our politicians have done when it is in fact their job and put aside the politicking that goes on within our nation.<br />
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Yesterday was so innocent and pure. The day spent with kids who have nothing but love and good thoughts for the country. Despite being at-risk children, like what Alia Astaman said on her Twitter, <i>"....kids whose love for the country was unconditional and untainted by political agenda; simple and trusting."</i> If these are the kind of youths we have then perhaps all is not lost.<br />
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Kist also shared this very interesting inside story on Tunku Abdul Rahman; how he was badly treated by the British when he went to London to get the independence agreement. He was put in a room where if it rained, the water will seep through the ceiling, he was served food on plates that had cracks. Basically, he was treated no better than the man on the street. But this man swallowed his pride for the nation and clinched the independence for us in the most peaceful manner. THIS is the kind of leader we can be thankful for especially when he did not go around asking people to thank him for his significant work.<br />
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Can't thank my team enough; Alia Astaman, Alia Ezannee, Arvind, Elena and Kist. I'm glad you guys had fun as much as the kids did. Definitely our most meaningful Merdeka so far, yes? At least to me. <br />
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Another thing we realized, we are horrible at speaking formal Malay! Especially in public. There really is a difference between speaking the conversational Malay and the formal<i> tahap Dewan Bahasa</i> Malay. Though I've to say, Tunku Abidin had the worst Malay among us on that day. Hehe sorry Tunku! But really :p<br />
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Will post some photos from the day. As soon as our wonderful photographer, Megan pass them to us. Thank you, Megan for being such a great sport too!<br />
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Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan yang ke-55, kawan-kawan :)<br />
<br />Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-58617391621203716362012-08-10T01:59:00.001+08:002012-08-10T01:59:28.729+08:00D-day is coming!So, A-level results will be out this coming Monday. Am I nervous?<br />
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Heck yeaahh!<br />
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It's nerve-wrecking that all those 2 years in KY boil down to this one moment. Kinda like SPM but this is even more crucial. Imagine, 2 years of our lives which we will never get back, our future and where we will go for the next 3 to 4 years, RM400,000 worth of scholarship/parents money are at stake. All will be revealed this Monday.<br />
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I can't say much of my chances. Will I strike my straight As or will I walk away with less-than-impressive results? People keep telling me, <i>"Ahh, I'm sure you'll make it!"</i> or <i>"You'll ace them la, no worries."</i> or <i>"Insyaallah, mesti dapat semua As kan".</i> Very kind of them to say it and I think most of them sincerely meant what they said. But I've to be honest, the last 2 years have not been a walk in the park for me.<br />
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I never had a moment of surety where I could confidently say, <i>"Yes, I'm gonna make it!"</i> There is always a <i>"But what if...?"</i> echoing the thought right after. One thing I was sure of was that I definitely worked harder in my last year in KY. My AS results was the much-needed wake up call, calling me for a change in my game plan.<br />
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But I can't be sure if it was all enough, enough to guarantee me my scholarship and university place in Bristol. Which led me to think of 101 different back-up plans if I happen to miss my AAA mark. My parents have assured me they WILL send me to university this September. If not in the UK then perhaps a twinning programme somewhere locally first. I suggested a gap year so I could apply to the US but mehh, I'm already so old! It'll take me half a decade to get my undergraduate degree.<br />
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At this point of time, all I really want is to make my parents proud and at best, not to burden them in any way. But I think I've to accept that whatever happens after this is, it is by Allah's grace.<br />
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If I do meet my scholarship and university requirements then alhamdulillah, this is the path He wants me to walk on.<br />
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And if I don't meet the requirements then I'm sure Allah will lead me to another path. A detour or a different route but He will get me there, Insyaallah.<br />
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All the best for Monday, friends!<br />
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This post is one week late. I've been busy and lazy. Mostly lazy. Hehe.</div>
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Anyhow, I applied for McKinsey Youth Leadership Academy, got interviewed and got into this year's programme! In the next 7 weeks, we'll be divided into teams and we're supposed to come up with a social entrepreneurship initiative which will be presented to our mentors at the end of the tenure.</div>
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But first, we had to go through the first workshop which was about a week ago. Got to rub shoulders with some of the impressive industry leaders and learn a whole lot from their stories and advice. </div>
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First half of the day, we had 3 guest speakers who came to share their experiences in their respective fields. Mark Chang; CEO of Jobstreet, Khairy Jamaluddin; UMNO heartthrob and MP of Rembau as well as Azran Osman Rani; CEO of AirAsia X.</div>
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Mark Chang talked about his humble beginning as he hailed from a poor family in Kampar, Perak. Today, he is the CEO of a company worth more than RM700 million. Mark said the 4 pillars he holds to when managing his business are 1) Make sure the company is profitable 2) Create a happy working environment 3) Leave an impact on society 4) Humility</div>
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These are not magic recipes, by any means but they are noble pillars to hold on to and clearly, it has paid off well for Mark Chang. </div>
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Next up was KJ who spoke on his leadership experiences in politics. A politician with one of the best oratory skills around, no doubt. Some of the points he touched include the need to diagnose a problem thoroughly before initiating any actions. Also, as a politician, one must be relevant not only within the party but outside of the party too. KJ also stressed on the need to have policy-oriented politics instead of politics based on people's dirty laundry that we often see these days.</div>
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Which led me to ask him some very touchy questions at the end. Since he doesn't believe in championing just the Malay rights (or so he claims), I asked if he thinks race-based politics are no longer relevant in Malaysia and if we could do a way with it in the future? On top of that, despite having great vision for changes, many top leaders in UMNO do no agree with him, so does that mean his leadership is not the best fit for UMNO culture?</div>
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And he went, "Haah, I might as well go back home now." Hehe. He did answer them, in a very round-about way. Good boy. I'm not a fan of UMNO but I'm certainly a fan of KJ. There, I said it. </div>
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Then we had Azran from AirAsia X. Out of all our guest speakers, I thought Azran had the most exciting, colourful life stories. He was jumping from one job to another but they're all so interesting! While the other 2 speakers before him kept telling us to have a vision, to plan for the future yadda yadda, this guy came in and broke all the rules! </div>
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He told us it's impossible to plan for the future when the world is changing by the minute. Taking example from his job at AirAsia, he said there isn't a point of having a 5-Year or 10-Year business plans in an industry like aviation because there are so many variables that you can't control. Like oil prices fluctuating every day, unforeseen natural phenomenon like the Iceland volcano eruption that put a halt on Europe air travels etc etc. How do you plan for these things? </div>
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You can't! What you can do is learn to analyse and make decisions quickly but most importantly, not be afraid of making mistakes. He said, "Ask 5 level of Whys for a problem and Why Nots for an idea" every time you're about to venture into something new. Impressive stuff.</div>
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We spent the evening working in our teams alongside our assigned McKinsey consultants. We learned first hand how these people work while they impart some of their invaluable tips and guidance for our projects. For free! McKinsey consultants working with you for free, how cool is that? Outside, their consultant fees would cost some serious bucks we would not be able to afford. </div>
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Then we had our dinner with our mentors at KL Hilton. This year, we have 23 mentors who will help us with our projects and gosh, they're such amazing people! Some of them include Johan Merican from TalentCorp, Dzameer Dzulkifli from Teach For Malaysia, Tunku Abidin from IDEAS, Dr Habibah from Ministry of Education and many other astounding industry leaders.</div>
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Each team gets 3 to 4 mentors and I'm excited to have this unique access to these people who clearly have done some amazing stuff in their lives. My team has come up with a project on the table but more on that later. Still in the planning process and I hope it goes well. </div>
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Some of us decided to celebrate the end of our A-level by going on a trip to Singapore over the weekday. Me, Alia, Zehan, Niesh, Elaine, Megat, Hazman and Tank. Half of us had never been to Singapore while the other half couldn't remember the last time they were there. </div>
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And the trip was surprisingly delightful albeit a little bit expensive. Even then we got the cheapest accommodation we could find so, we could spend a lot more on other stuff (i.e shopping!). The Singapore I knew 3 to 4 years ago has changed into a city that was almost unrecognizable, like it has shed its skin to become this whole new entity. And I love it!</div>
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The first day we were there, we walked for 9 hours; from Chinatown to Orchard Road to Marina Bay Sands to Little India. My favourite moment from the day has got to be the trip to the 57th floor of the Marina Bay Sands tower and saw Singapore and all its glitter from the top. I was overwhelmed by the sight and clearly Singapore is well on its way to become the New York City of the East, rivaling Hong Kong. Did I also mention how clean Chinatown was? It was spotless! Probably the cleanest Chinatown I had been to.</div>
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Our second day was just as exciting. Started the day off with a trip to Universal Studios Singapore. Undoubtedly, it isn't as big and as thrilling as the Universal Studios in California but it is still pretty impressive. We enjoyed the roller coaster rides (Battlestar Gallatica rides, Mummy ride etc) and had a good time being transported to different worlds every time we walked on different sections of the Park. We even managed to squeeze in some time for luge rides in Sentosa. Awesome gilaaa. As exhilarating as a go-kart race but safer and easier.</div>
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Dinner was at Clarke Quay and it's definitely one of my favourite places in Singapore. It's so beautiful at night, lovely to just walk by the river while you watch the colourful lights and boats cruise past you. Across the river where most eateries are, the place would be pumping with energy and loud music. Not the place if you're looking for quiet dinners but definitely the place to people-watch and just absorb in the atmosphere. Met up with Muzz who happened to be in the city with his sister and brother-in-law. Whom later treated us to supper at Marriott Hotel on Orchard Road. One of the loveliest couples I have known and every time we meet, they would be treating us to desserts and drinks. Too kind!</div>
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Before we caught our bus back home on the last day, we went over to Somerset to do some last minute shopping. It's crazy how every time we came out of an MRT, it was ALWAYS in a shopping mall. Just how many shopping malls do they have in this small city?! Not that I've complaints especially when it's the Singapore Great Sale at the moment. And boyy, did we really shop there! :p</div>
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So, we ended our trip with hugs and 'See You Laters' once we reached back home. Travelling is nice but it's always nicer to travel with your friends and I couldn't have asked for better travelling mates. </div>
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And Singapore, I have fallen in love with it all over again. I tweeted a few days ago, <i>"If I were to become comfortably rich one day, the two cities that I'd love to live in would be New York City and Singapore."</i> I think you could enjoy Singapore a lot more if you were rich and not students travelling on tight budgets ;) </div>
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Some of you may wonder why did I private my blog for the past 3 months or so. It was due to a personal problem and well, there was also A-level to worry about. So, I wouldn't have the time to write on here.
But now that A-level is over (yay, finally!) and the problem has sailed through, I'm back and I'm here to stay :)
More posts coming up in the next few days. But for now, welcome back to this space, peeps!Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-62820778987993921672012-02-26T02:54:00.000+08:002012-02-26T02:54:18.766+08:00Chao, Hanoi!I should tell you about my History trip to Hanoi, Vietnam before I forget all about it. KY's History Department organized a History trip to the Communist state somewhere in February for us to have a better understanding of Communism and to find the links between Vietnam and Cold War in the earlier years, if any.<br />
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Hanoi is a quaint city, to say the least. It's chaotic and the traffic is horrible. There are seas of mopeds and cars everywhere! Crossing the roads can be quite a nightmare. But Hanoi has more layers to it than just busy roads and chaotic traffic system. The city tells a thousand different stories from its French architecture, red Communist flags waving at every corner of the street and the statues as well as monuments that carry distinctive meanings. Then you see regular Vietnamese going about their daily lives. Women selling vegetables/fruits by the roadside, children playing at the lake or open spaces/parks after school and in the midst of modesty of the people, you would see latest Porsche or Mercedes zooming pass you.<br />
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Before we came to Hanoi, we always had the impression from our readings (mostly written from Western perspectives) that a Communist state was repressive, backwards and well, basically seen as evil. But when we arrived in Hanoi and got to know the city better, it was a great contrast to what we have learned before.<br />
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While Vietnam still largely practices Communism, they have also opened up to the World especially economically and culturally. For a country that went through a war that ravaged them horribly just 40 years ago, Vietnam is doing impressively well in terms of building the nation again. It is still a one-party state but a lot more freedom has been granted to its people in the past decade. The country holds on to the Communist elements that are still practical in a 21st century while opening up to a more globalized world. Hanoi is a picture of that balance; between Communism and Capitalism.<br />
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Though something rather unfortunate happened to me during the trip. I was walking around the Night Market on our second night when my handbag was slit with a knife and my purse was picked. It had everything in it; cash, credit card, ID card, student card etc and I was penniless in Hanoi. Good thing s/he didn't take away my handphone and camera too. And the hotel kept my passport. Pheww.<br />
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Thankfully, my mum's good friend, Chan was there to help me go through the whole police report procedure. Which would have been even more complicated without her cos the policemen spoke no English. But I wasn't about to let the incident dampen my spirit for the rest of the trip so, all of us just went ahead with it as planned.<br />
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I love Hanoi. I love the weather, the people, the spirit of Ho Chi Minh that is still fresh in their minds. And I found out what it's like to travel abroad with a group of friends. Such fun! Makes me look forward to the possible trips we would go on once we get to UK. Insyaallah, very soon :)<br />
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Some photos from the trip. The rest, you know where to find them.<br />
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</div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-61969739132535752332012-01-01T02:28:00.000+08:002012-01-01T02:28:28.994+08:00Welcome, 2012!Happy New Year, people!<br />
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Wow, another year has gone and another year coming in. While I don't think time flew any faster than it already did, I'm glad to see 2011 finally drawing its curtains down.<br />
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No retrospective post this year because honestly, I do not have the energy to recap the big and small details of my 2011. Also, 2011 wasn't particularly an exciting year for me. Ups and downs, disappointment, weariness, spiritual rejuvenation and hopes basically summarize my year. If that makes sense.<br />
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No New Year resolutions either. Only one. To get my straight As for A-level and fly to my choice of university in September under Shell. Yeah, that's hardly a resolution. That's more like a life-and-death matter to me if I don't fulfill it. Education-wise.<br />
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To 2012, I welcome you with a hopeful heart. Hopeful that you will be a year where I will have the chance to get things right. The year that will make me stronger in dealing with the challenges ahead. Basically, be the year that won't make me fall flat in the face.<br />
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Here's to another year! May God bless you, always :)<br />
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<br />Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-44027054555141108872011-12-21T23:11:00.000+08:002011-12-21T23:36:41.076+08:00Di Meja Yang SamaNot really in the mood to blog properly, sorrryyy. But I shall leave you with this poem I wrote in Malay language. It was for this small publication, KATA-KATA and was published somewhere in July '11. Based on a true setting. Semoga tiada yang terasa hati ;)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Penuh meja makan tengahari itu,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Biasanya geng yang sama selalu,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Duduk makan dan berborak,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kekadang hura hara bunyinya,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Penuh sindiran dan gelak tawa,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Paras muka setiap seorang tak banyak beza,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tapi selebihnya,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hanya mereka yang di meja itu akan tahu.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Di kananku, </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Biasanya yang lembut pertuturan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solat lima waktu pun jarang ketinggalan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mudah dipercayai dan diharapkan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Di kiriku,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Biasanya yang lepas percakapan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Solat lima waktu pun tunggang langgang,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Memang susah hendak buat ditumpang.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ideologi yang di kiri dan di kanan sering bercanggah,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Diskusi sering kali naik amarah,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tapi tak lah sampai parah berdarah,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hanya idea dan kata-kata jadi senjata.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tengahari itu sambil makan nasi berlauk daging halia,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yang di kiri sibuk berborak tentang minggu mereka,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Changkat Bukit Bintang, Vodka dan Malboro sini sana,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yang di kanan menyuap sambil mendengar,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Senyum dan gelak bila perlu,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jika tidak senyap tegar. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hakikatnya,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yang di kiri dan di kanan memang tak akan bertemu,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Di meja itu jarang bertemu ruas dan buku,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tapi kawan tetap kawan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Walaupun kekadang berlawan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Perbezaan lebih dari persamaan,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Namun tak bermaksud perlu bermusuhan.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tengahari itu berakhir dengan jenaka lawak tentang</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">si Helmi yang lupa mandi pagi,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dan seorang demi seorang bangun meninggalkan meja,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yang di kanan belok ke kiri hendak ke surau untuk Zuhur,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yang di kiri belok ke kanan hendak ke bilik sambung tidur.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kita bertemu lagi di meja sama tengahari esok. </span></div>
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<br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-23497713802544593662011-10-19T20:54:00.007+08:002011-10-23T22:46:59.447+08:00Soldier OnBeen away for quite some time from this space huh? Apologies, been busy trying to figure things out. After my less-than-stellar AS results in August, it has forced me to consider and reconsider my options as well as my future plans. <div><br /></div><div>When I first came to KY, I was an enthusiastic dreamer. This place gives you power to dream big. Great facilities, experienced teaching staff, brilliant college mates that are willing to help you if you need them, minimal distraction from the outside world and an impressive track record of former students going on to do amazing stuff at university and afterwards. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ask any fresh KY students where would they want to go after A-level and many would have Oxford, Cambridge, LSE, Imperial etc on their lists. Many aspire to get good grades and offers from these top universities. After all, that's what most of us are here for in the first place. </div><div><br /></div><div>But as months and semesters passed by in this college, you would be forced to reflect back on your course and university choices. If you thought you've always wanted to be a doctor since you were 6 years old, you'll be surprised how that plan will change into something very different when you're here. And if you've always wanted to go to Cambridge to do Law or Medicine, well, be prepared to face the fact that you might not be good enough for it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Having said that, it shouldn't deter any of us from dreaming big and working towards that dream. But have a reality check from time to time, just to see where you are and what are you really worthy of. Should you come upon a stumbling block while you're here, don't be disheartened just yet. Take deep breaths, step back and look at the bigger picture. Seek help and advice from your seniors and teachers. Teachers, especially. They've seen things like this happen year in, year out so they should know what's the best advice to give you. Some may be harsher by dissecting your plans and show you what are possible and what are not. But trust me, you would need that. </div><div><br /></div><div>God knows how many hitches I've been through this semester, especially with my university application. AS results la, switching courses and university choices just because my sponsor wouldn't allow my initial ones which then led me to rewriting my Personal Statement and researching more on the 'approved' universities. Yes, the path has slightly been altered and narrowed, but I try to keep it close to myself as much as possible. So, I could still say the path is 'mine'. Three-forth of my initial choices are still on my list and I'm still doing Economics despite other people advising me to abandon it.</div><div><br /></div><div>And time really flies too over here! Third semester is already coming to an end in a few weeks' time and we'll be entering our final semester very soon. The 'fun' part in KY is largely gone by now. It's all about striving and studying harder while hoping for good offers. Chats with friends in the first two semesters on where we dream to study or what we would do over our summer breaks had been watered down to worries of whether or not we would get offers from these universities. Grey hair were also beginning to find their place on our heads!</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what's coming ahead but all I know is things will get tougher and I've to work so much harder. There are times when I feel so overwhelmed and worried about the uncertain future. Gotta keep reminding myself to 'soldier on'. I'm lucky I've parents who won't stop believing in me and that helps, really.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come to KY but come with a strong heart. Because this place is not for the faint-hearted.</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-13539275118778311892011-07-31T18:30:00.009+08:002011-07-31T22:57:26.892+08:00The Bangsawan Experience<div>They say apart from Samurai Night, you are not a true KYUEM-ian if you have not experienced Bangsawan Night. And after last night's Bangsawan I can assure you there is great truth behind those words.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>We only had 3 weeks to prepare for our stage performance for the big night and well, let's just say it wasn't easy...AT ALL. Practices ran everyday from 4.30pm to 6.30pm and later at night up to 10.30pm. For the past 3 weeks, I don't think any of us could manage to sleep before 2am while we tried to keep up with our classwork and readings despite the exhaustion after long hours of practices. Teachers were getting slightly weary of our sleepy heads in classes too. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>But I think we had an amazing time going through the Bangsawan journey. We got to bond with the other House members and it's the perfect timing to get to know the newly-arrived Batch 14 juniors better. We got to see our friends unleashed talents and creativity we never thought they had. And we learned the essential elements that make up who we really are, as part of the House and the college; teamwork, patience, perseverance, good sense of humour, competitive spirit, the drive to have fun and enjoy the things we do. </div><div><br /></div><div>Topaz's drama was called <i>'Titisan Darah Sukma'</i> directed by Yasmin with Keri as the Sultan, Qistina as the Queen, myself as the evil, bitchy second Queen and a few others, Megat, Nadeem and Adib. We had our own interpretation of the characters and I think we did a fairly impressive job in trying to portray each character. What made it even more special was the presence of our superseniors who were willing to come all the way back to KY to watch our rehearsals and give feedbacks where necessary and heightened our spirit just in time for the night.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had past Bangsawan directors from Batch 10, Batch 11 and Batch 12 coming in and giving tips on how to improve our performance. On how to do 'stage blocking', the best make-up for the character, voice projection etc. Knowing that we had the support from these seniors, it was enough of an assurance that we'll be alright that night.</div><div><br /></div><div>The pressure was on us to win again this year's Bangsawan after Topaz's victory in winning it for 3 consecutive years. And so, last night, we did stretch the winning streak to 4 times in a row with the Best Director (Yasmin), Best Choreography (Fathin was in-charged) and the Best Villain (yours truly, hehe) awards under our belt too. Syukur :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Others might question our winnings but the thing I've learned about Topaz after being with them for a year is that we do not seek for victory every time we get involved in college events or competitions. Rather, we seek the enjoyment and satisfaction that we will get out of the process of reaching the end. We were always reminded by our seniors that our<i> niat</i> or intentions have to be sincere in everything we do. Not to seek glory and flaunt it to others but to do the opposite; to celebrate what we have achieved with our hardwork and to remain humble with each achievement. </div><div><br /></div><div>And as the present seniors, it is now our duty to remind our juniors of the same thing. I find that Topaz has practiced 'tried and tested' formula in the way we handle a lot of the things because we take after past leaderships of the House. But at the same time, each Batch will add their own flavour and improve from there onwards. </div><div><br /></div><div>Looking back at last night, I honestly did think each House put up an amazing performance. Didn't get to see Garnet's but my parents who were present in the audience thought Garnet's drama was entertaining to watch. I loved Diamond's beautiful, majestic-looking props as well as the feisty characters and plot they portrayed. I saluted Sapphire for personifying the strength of women in their drama and the characters' scrupulous abilities. </div><div><br /></div><div>Those who have gone through the whole Bangsawan journey, I think you would know by now why you felt like a true KYUEM-ian after it all ended. 'Nuff said :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Photos should be coming up sooner or later. All I have now is this photo of Topaz's Singgahsana scene taken from Almaz's Facebook. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91iVz3v9cksXkNxsrxFNR-IWTXcdePkOn3gUK84MdQdBclsreqEL2FqTNZ7ovuHnnECrbAys0peDgG_mLSPCoSkvyyy1QQpetPTNbaa8zptmgGNYHlQe_d-IRP3YY8yCOKJrN/s1600/283484_10150270707909660_694839659_7356514_6358855_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91iVz3v9cksXkNxsrxFNR-IWTXcdePkOn3gUK84MdQdBclsreqEL2FqTNZ7ovuHnnECrbAys0peDgG_mLSPCoSkvyyy1QQpetPTNbaa8zptmgGNYHlQe_d-IRP3YY8yCOKJrN/s400/283484_10150270707909660_694839659_7356514_6358855_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635464166139588882" /></a>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-41106089584288583112011-07-19T00:06:00.003+08:002011-07-19T00:20:17.782+08:00Some UpdatesHi! One week plus back in KY and I'm already sooo exhausted, it has truly been a long week. Homework, readings, Personal Statement and university application process, Bangsawan rehearsals etc. Phewww!<div><br /></div><div>But I'm having a lot of fun doing all these (perhaps, not so on the homework) though it can be very taxing at times. And I'm having a writer's block with my Personal Statement right now. Got some rough ideas written down but stringing them together into proper, <i>personal</i> sentences; ughh, not so easy. My dateline is this Thursday, by the way. UH OH.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bangsawan practice is in full-swing, day and night with just 2 more weeks to go. Tonight, for some reason we were in a very lively, wacky mood. Even the most serious of lines turned into laughing banters among the cast members. <i>Gelak sampai berguling atas lantai.</i> Literally ROFL! But everyone's so<i> semangat</i> for this 30th July and we're having a good time bonding with the rest of the House members, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeaahh, so anyway I've a PS to write and well, it's not going to write itself. Therefore I should get back to it and we'll speak soon, okay. </div><div><br /></div><div>Toodles! :)</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-51489271865877666642011-07-09T01:27:00.007+08:002012-01-01T02:45:10.559+08:00Umrah: The Way I Story It<div>
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Here I am at Thy service, Oh Lord, here I am. Here I am at Thy Service, and Thou hast no partners. Thine alone is All Praise and All Bounty, and Thine Alone is The Sovereignty. Thou hast no partners.</div>
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We landed in Jeddah and got on a 6-hour bus trip to Medinah, all weary but still in high-spirits. I just loved Nabawi Mosque which was just beside our hotel. It was always immensely crowded particularly during praying hours but for some reason, there was a deep sense of serenity and tranquility about the place. I could pray at the mosque with thousands of other women, read the Quran, do a little bit of ibadah sunat and still felt rejuvenated afterwards.</div>
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The thought of being in the same building as the Prophet Muhammad's body (he's buried in the original part of the mosque) is quite a compelling thought, a chance that not all Muslims would have and I am eternally grateful for the experience. In front of the mosque's gates, there would be street vendors selling a variety of stuff after every fardhu prayers. Jubahs, rosary beads, scarves, prayer mats etc. so Ibu and I couldn't help but to sneak in a buy or two every time we went back to our hotel from the mosque ;)</div>
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Directly beneath the green dome is where Prophet Muhammad is being laid to rest in Nabawi Mosque</div>
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Our Mutawwif (tour guide) during the mosque tour</div>
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At Quba' Mosque, the first mosque ever built in Islam</div>
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Jabal Uhud, where the infamous Battle of Uhud was being fought</div>
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I love Masjidil Haram not only because of the Kaabah and the infinite benefits of the prayers there (every ibadah done in the Al-Haram area is one hundred thousand times more the pahala compared to elsewhere while Madinah's is one thousand times more) but also because of the people and the stories they tell. </div>
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In one corner you could see a father sitting in a circle with 3 of his young sons and teaching them how to read the Quran. In another corner you could see a mother playfully tickling her baby daughter and making jokes with her while waiting for the Zuhur azan to come. In front of the Kaabah, you could see men and women kneeling on their knees after their prayers, crying their hearts out to Allah while they put up their hands for doas. Some were begging for the Almighty's forgiveness, some were asking Allah if He would grant their wishes and dreams while others get teary just at the thought of God's greatness and miraculous power. </div>
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Though I'd have to say the biggest challenge wasn't so much of the weather and the exhaustion but the people. Some Muslims who came to the Holy Land as Allah's guests could be pretty ill-mannered and how saddening, that was. I had been pushed and shoved a hundred different ways while I was in Masjidil Haram and Nabawi Mosque just because some of them couldn't be a little more patient and just wanted things to go their way. Sigh, selfish much? </div>
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Others would just throw their rubbish everywhere without any remorse even in the mosque, the place considered to be Allah's home. Good thing there were cleaners all around to clean up after their mess otherwise Masjidil Haram wouldn't be such a comfortable place for our prayers.</div>
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With Ibu at Jabal Nur</div>
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The Kaabah just before Maghrib came</div>
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Dinner at a seafood restaurant with a Malay family who has been living in Mecca almost all their lives</div>
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Afternoon chaos in front of the hotel as everyone prepared to return home</div>
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Jeddah's Red Sea</div>
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<br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-71462403381113623902011-06-25T01:13:00.006+08:002011-06-25T02:06:26.311+08:00Monologue with God<i>Ya Allah,</i><div><i>I'll be leaving for Umrah for the first time today,</i></div><div><i>Making my way to Your Holy Land,</i></div><div><i>With my parents, I hope everything will run smoothly. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Ya Allah,</i></div><div><i>I'm coming to You as Your humbled guest,</i></div><div><i>Each step I take today is a step closer to You,</i></div><div><i>There will be challenges ahead I'm sure,</i></div><div><i>But I pray to you Ya Allah,</i></div><div><i>I pray that You will bless me with enough patience, perseverance, humility, selflessness and piety,</i></div><div><i>Enough of those to get me through this journey.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Ya Allah,</i></div><div><i>Let this spiritual retreat be one that will make You forgive my ugly sins,</i></div><div><i>The one that will make me a better Muslim,</i></div><div><i>The one that will make me stronger; physically, emotionally, spiritually,</i></div><div><i>The one that will make me a better person, all around.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Ya Allah,</i></div><div><i>I'm coming to You,</i></div><div><i>With pure intention and prayers,</i></div><div><i>So I pray to You that you will bless my family's journey,</i></div><div><i>Let us go to Your Holy Land and come back safely,</i></div><div><i>For our return will be flourished with new vigour and passion,</i></div><div><i>As we continue to sow the seeds of good deeds in the name of you, Ya Allah.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Insyaallah.</i></div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-28307110057715899362011-06-18T18:40:00.005+08:002011-06-18T20:00:09.228+08:00A Class AboveWas at Petronas Twin Towers earlier for an interview with one of the largest management consulting firms in the world for their leadership internship programme. Can I just say the firm is one of the best, most open and friendly organizations I've encountered<i> (in my very narrow experience)</i>? Really. The people there were graduates of Cambridge, UPenn, LSE, Columbia etc with various backgrounds but they were very humbled people and conversed with us, the candidates in a very casual, welcoming manner. No traces of arrogance whatsoever despite their remarkable credentials and positions. <div><br /></div><div>My interviewer was an equally charming, friendly guy and our session was like a casual conversation between friends. We talked about some easygoing stuff; our love for squash, about Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, his lifestyle at the firm, where's KYUEM <i>(a must question!)</i> etc. On a more serious level, I was questioned about my aspirations in my chosen field for the programme and the plans I have in bringing Malaysia forward in the field.</div><div><br /></div><div>I chose social entrepreneurship but more specifically youth social entrepreneurship. Why youth? Because I do think a lot of the time people undermine what the youths are capable of and we're not being given the right chances to prove ourselves. Managed to come up with a plan and I coined it as 'Learn, Connect and Sustain' project. More on that later if anything concrete comes out of it :)</div><div><br /></div><div>That was probably one of the best interviews I've had. Not only because it was with one of the most prestigious firms around but because of the people and the environment it offered. I was impressed and inspired just by reading the firm's official website and the people I met today affirmed the good impression I had of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would LOVE to start my career after university at this place. The people, the working environment & lifestyle, the office are just a class above. Every project, every client, every challenge they meet is a new learning curve and the firm is definitely the place to learn and grow as a person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, let's hope something good will come out of the interview.</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-47640208159220757622011-06-14T20:01:00.007+08:002011-06-14T21:53:41.098+08:0024 Years of the Knot<div>My parents mark their 24th wedding anniversary today. I believe a big CONGRATULATIONS is in order! They plan to go out on a date at a Japanese fine dining restaurant, Fukuya somewhere in KL and I'm away in KY on my last week so I can't possibly join them. They would probably love it that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>I like what my mum wrote on her blog about her marriage after 24 years:<blockquote>"We are like two opposite poles. He likes football, I like the net. I think what keeps us together for so long is the space we give to each other and the respect for each other's individuality: that we can be who we wanna be without expecting the other to change us."</blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's true. They are poles apart at times but it's funny to watch them when they are at loggerheads with each other. I think the other part that keeps them together after so long is their ability to poke fun at each other and still laugh silly at themselves. They become one another's best friends and unrivaled bickering partners.</div><div><br /></div><div>To Ibu and Papa, may you have another 24 years to come together as a couple and thank you for becoming great role models to me. Whenever I walk into my marriage one day, I would make sure I have one that would last as long as yours or possibly longer, Insyaallah. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNO7xDpqDSFnsY0BCVroDn3_7kjlPwEPcTbg8xduNamNc3IUcmYD5_cgZS-Nhu_4Xgp-XcUSNphc2Pkk_JBWd-viEAK8nOH9Nr3p-W6kqk-FFFlJ1oKMlRpnsJozSWKNyFOhX/s1600/DSCN0242.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNO7xDpqDSFnsY0BCVroDn3_7kjlPwEPcTbg8xduNamNc3IUcmYD5_cgZS-Nhu_4Xgp-XcUSNphc2Pkk_JBWd-viEAK8nOH9Nr3p-W6kqk-FFFlJ1oKMlRpnsJozSWKNyFOhX/s400/DSCN0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618063154287985970" /></a><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>Manja-manja</i> together :)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-46422374594110381242011-05-28T01:38:00.003+08:002011-05-28T02:15:10.726+08:00Half the Battle<i>AS EXAMS SUDAH HABIS!</i><div><br /></div><div>Wheww, what a month it was! SPM month might have been longer with more exam papers (20+ papers) but it was nothing compared to this AS month. I only had 3 weeks of exams, with gaps in between and at most, 7 papers. But the exhaustion, the stress, the anxiety; nothing like what I'd been through before this. I remember after sitting for my 3-hour History paper, I felt like I just finished running a marathon, literally so. When I put the last full stop after the last sentence and dropped my pen at the end of the 3 hours, I held my head back, closed my eyes and took a really deep breath. And let it go. Just to be sure I was still alive. I was, thank God!</div><div><br /></div><div>There were days when sleeps did not come easy even after long hours of studying. Perfect example of the body being physically exhausted but the mind was still in overdrive. That's the worst feeling ever, I tell ya. You wanted to drop dead asleep on the bed but you just can't. The mind kept whirring and churning, sometimes with unnecessary thoughts. A friend even said, he couldn't sleep even at 4 in the morning and his mind started making up its own Biology questions. Haha yes, it could be THAT bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>But then again, the exam month wasn't all that bad, to be honest. It even brought some of us closer together because being away in a residential college like KY, your friends (apart from parents, teachers etc) become one of your strongest support systems. Study groups work best in KY especially for subjects like Economics and History. We had countless History discussions, did plenty of essay plans and sometimes, our own self-taught classes among ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>And no, the discussions weren't all dry and studies-related only. We did stray away from the books from time to time, just to keep ourselves sane. Silly jokes, laughters, gossip reigned the table in between our 'breaks' or when someone had something nonsensical to say. </div><div><br /></div><div>The trick to surviving in this place is to choose the right circle of friends. Friends who are not only able to make you laugh or those you sit with during lunch or dinner but friends who you could run to in times of need, whatever the problem may be. For example, my friends whom I have classes, tennis and meals with are also the same people who are my study buddies, the ones that could explain to me what does terms of trade mean or whether the reasons behind imperialism was more aggressive than defensive. </div><div><br /></div><div>And they're amazing people. It is never about competition among us; of who can score higher marks or get more As. No, in fact we got excited for the other if he/she did score higher marks or such. I've friends who I could reach to in the middle of the night just to ask an Economics question, snapped a photo of the question and sent it to him via Whatsapp and got a speedy, precise response in return. KY has a very positive, helpful student body and it's really up to you whether you want to be a part of it, make full use of the advantage or otherwise.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, half the battle has been fought. Another year to go and this one shall not get any easier. A2 year, I think that's when the real deal begins. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not exactly looking forward to it but it's time to mentally prepare for it. The other half of the battle is just about to get even more ruthless.</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-17828991722233373742011-05-24T12:24:00.006+08:002011-05-25T13:48:15.209+08:00After A Year<div>Today marks my 1st year of wearing the Hijab. I never knew I would last this long but Alhamdulillah :)</div><div><br /></div><div>It all started with a twist of fate. Followed by a subtle shock to the system. Then an embrace in the heart. After awhile, a change from deep within. And finally, you move on. Like it was just any other day.</div><div><br /></div><div>To be honest, if it wasn't because<a href="http://victoriousgal.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-hijab.html"> I had gone to IIUM in the first place</a>, I would probably still remain Hijab-less. Trotting around in my summer dresses or plunging neckline shirts. Hence, like I said, it all started with a twist of fate. A blessing in disguise even though the decision to wear it came all of a sudden with my admittance into IIUM. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was still getting used to the new look. Frankly speaking, it wasn't easy. I had to change my wardrobe <i>(a good reason to go shopping though!)</i>, figure out which Hijab style suit me best, at the same time having doubts whether I made the right decision or not. There were days when I missed looking at the old me. The one who could wear whatever I wanted, getting the hair blown by the windy air and those summer dresses that I loved were still kept inside my wardrobe. I still played dress-ups with those dresses in front of the mirror. On my own, of course. It got worst when I was having a good hair day but I can't seem to walk around outside with it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think it's perfectly normal to feel that way especially if you just started wearing it. It was after all, a subtle shock to the system. You cope with it in different ways. Though I felt the best decision I ever made was not when I first decided to wear the Hijab in IIUM. </div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, the best decision I made was when I decided to continue wearing it even after I have left IIUM for good. The initial reason I wore it was because of the university's requirement then the second reason to continue wearing it was because it didn't feel right to only wear it inside the university compound and take it off elsewhere. But when I left IIUM, I wasn't tied to the initial reason anymore therefore was free from the second reason as well. I could easily un-don the Hijab if I wanted to. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I didn't.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because by then I already embraced it in my heart. I finally got my<i> niat</i> right. Now, I'm wearing it not because of some official requirement or rules but because I want to. I do it for myself but most importantly, I do it for Allah, too. He has given me so much in the past years that it is only fair of me to realize how blessed I've been and walk on the path to become a better Muslim. </div><div><br /></div><div>The path hasn't ended, though. I've a long way to go. There is plenty of room for improvements for me. From the clothes I wear to my words and actions to my <i>niat</i> and obligations. I can only hope this first year of wearing the Hijab also marks a better me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm here now. And I'm here to stay.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZuKyJn2Nv2fjG33uVjMCq5_7CNcM8nRXWn6nATBhBJbox9c9wW62015qVxjFevapOGFr868VRAlyyhlVW3bLBn7no5BGvUI9U2YwqnQb70Zeguln4n6kfoQv5VQoPp7Md8DV/s1600/jubah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZuKyJn2Nv2fjG33uVjMCq5_7CNcM8nRXWn6nATBhBJbox9c9wW62015qVxjFevapOGFr868VRAlyyhlVW3bLBn7no5BGvUI9U2YwqnQb70Zeguln4n6kfoQv5VQoPp7Md8DV/s400/jubah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610515262651429970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Boo yaaa! :)</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-14781321067876878212011-05-11T00:49:00.000+08:002011-05-22T20:05:19.512+08:00Turning 19I'm 19 today. Reaching final year of teenagehood. Honest to goodness, I feel OLD! But it has a nice feeling to it. The feeling of hitting another milestone in my life, knowing that my past 19 years hadn't been a complete waste of time. <div><br /></div><div>I wasn't too excited about my birthday this year compared to the years before. Probably because I'm the midst of my exams<i> (had Psychology paper on the same day. How sucky was that?!) </i>but 19 is quite a number, isn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm trying to sound all meaningful and melancholic about this birthday post but mehh, failing miserably. It had been a long day for me. Had AS exams, classes and homework, played tennis, 2 hours of History night class and discussions, socialising with college friends throughout the day. I felt like a 'super student' today. But the best part was when, as we were all coming down the stairs after our History class, I saw a group of people in the dimness of the night and they suddenly burst into a 'Happy Birthday' song.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a birthday surprise for me and Dylan, who had her birthday on the same day. They surprised us with two boxes of Wondermilk cupcakes and then everyone just lingered around, enjoying the cupcakes and chit-chatting. Such a wonderful gesture by these people considering that it's the exam season and they were probably busy studying in their chalets or the RC before this. Thank you, guys. I was touched :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Coming back to my failed deep, thoughful post on turning 19, all I've to say is another year has passed. A year older now, hopefully a year wiser, too. What does it feel like being 19? I don't know, it has only been a day. I'll get back to you on that.</div><div><br /></div><div>My one birthday wish on this 19th year is that Allah will give me enough strength and patience as I weave my way through getting where I want to be. I'm only 19 but I've plenty of big dreams of my own and of other things, too. This is only the beginning of everything. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeaahh, I'm rambling. I should really go to bed now. Zzzzz.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Allah for the past amazing 19 years. I had a great day turning 19. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's to more years to come. So many more, hopefully. Cheers! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>P/S Also, read <a href="http://i-glass.blogspot.com/2011/05/z-is-19-today.html"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">this</span></b></a> amusing, quirky birthday post by my Mum. Made me tear up a little when reading it. Enjoy.</div><div><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-34478925628879681412011-04-30T01:25:00.005+08:002011-04-30T01:52:50.925+08:00Beach Life<div>So, trials were over and done with. But AS is coming up in another one week. Next Monday! OMG, THIS IS SCARY. </div><div><br /></div><div>But anyway, I thought I'd fill you in with what happened after trials. Housetrip! All houses had their Housetrips on the same weekend after trials with Diamond in Pulau Perhentian, Garnet in Pulau Pangkor, Sapphire in Pulau Pinang while Topaz went to Kuantan. Yeah, yeah Kuantan may not be the most beautiful place to be in but surprisingly, we had a fab time at our Housetrip. With comfy hotel rooms (Swiss Garden Resort & Spa), elaborate breakfast and dinner buffets, the white sandy beach being few steps away from our rooms, what's not to love, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've seen how hard the committee worked in making it happen. They had some major obstacles along the way from changes in locations to shortages of funds to last minute pull-outs from the House members. It was no easy task but I think they did a tremendous job in pulling this off. At the end of the day, we enjoyed ourselves and rejoiced in the company of fellow Topazians who came along. So, great job! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, photos. In no particular order. Enjoyyyy.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3VIwjy-5em4-rcnMvkkwSfF53DNU7ixouKY4O68fsQd_FJP5PnHFaf-odfWyjVNhCeAOT2zllkb9UnK9hcPIFW37q-vCXahovGQwE0tkbPcfA0SR4iju55SY1FVOT-bg2Rhpp/s1600/224646_10150168774879131_620359130_6614992_6005511_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEj3VIwjy-5em4-rcnMvkkwSfF53DNU7ixouKY4O68fsQd_FJP5PnHFaf-odfWyjVNhCeAOT2zllkb9UnK9hcPIFW37q-vCXahovGQwE0tkbPcfA0SR4iju55SY1FVOT-bg2Rhpp/s400/224646_10150168774879131_620359130_6614992_6005511_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059644311387826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The hotel we stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8TYDeqStiO4tkErBQCp3KJDsdTmVfUTDC3YILIfVF-EhteMu-eJAKW0ujfRjwJLTrTNovbJOFTs6M5zaRFduZJjkvWyjrcQdl_dK_aQlYRY8uCO9XLSSbcNJ7mnRmgGgfpea/s1600/218011_10150170859101893_779881892_6709270_2142713_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8TYDeqStiO4tkErBQCp3KJDsdTmVfUTDC3YILIfVF-EhteMu-eJAKW0ujfRjwJLTrTNovbJOFTs6M5zaRFduZJjkvWyjrcQdl_dK_aQlYRY8uCO9XLSSbcNJ7mnRmgGgfpea/s400/218011_10150170859101893_779881892_6709270_2142713_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059645019791826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In my beach attire</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpGFdKkSmsBf3qoYLioKk0ZnuKfd42c84TzeeAOeqWv6G42FVx9xJ5a6NSJmUnLkrYQ_38OgTlisZVitq7vUXpork5Z5Wt4GOVVZLYdd2g5kdXqy75obpQguvXKkPYdT5xltK/s1600/225162_10150170873406893_779881892_6709740_3009833_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpGFdKkSmsBf3qoYLioKk0ZnuKfd42c84TzeeAOeqWv6G42FVx9xJ5a6NSJmUnLkrYQ_38OgTlisZVitq7vUXpork5Z5Wt4GOVVZLYdd2g5kdXqy75obpQguvXKkPYdT5xltK/s400/225162_10150170873406893_779881892_6709740_3009833_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059269452011346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Megat, Zehan, Me and Dora in front of Teluk Cempedak beach </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZIgyI5xE-_-WG2Pg5C_JXaYw0JJPkklME0YEpaXq0RnY9yzrOYfHlX7zlx2wuv805Gm3ViWxGb0iYoun8CQusfVbzRGD1zSDoCT4VRcrMcHAKc8S7n_JIi7glJw9fzkhqR-t/s1600/222760_10150170868666893_779881892_6709556_7956614_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZIgyI5xE-_-WG2Pg5C_JXaYw0JJPkklME0YEpaXq0RnY9yzrOYfHlX7zlx2wuv805Gm3ViWxGb0iYoun8CQusfVbzRGD1zSDoCT4VRcrMcHAKc8S7n_JIi7glJw9fzkhqR-t/s400/222760_10150170868666893_779881892_6709556_7956614_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059264965085538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dancing by the bonfire with Alippp</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZX_9CoqEV15JAQ1g3GMD8Pk5zX8tI0GODkF1G3wEUZ14X5MQU9UvcokvobqDELznRbfO_RCEBi3OV72zvVHabpgiurPf_nl2kRsosUKg0io2xBwQPspxmT2mSN0h7Hm85VZu/s1600/222910_10150168773624131_620359130_6614979_4973389_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEhPZX_9CoqEV15JAQ1g3GMD8Pk5zX8tI0GODkF1G3wEUZ14X5MQU9UvcokvobqDELznRbfO_RCEBi3OV72zvVHabpgiurPf_nl2kRsosUKg0io2xBwQPspxmT2mSN0h7Hm85VZu/s400/222910_10150168773624131_620359130_6614979_4973389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601059263549928594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sunrise overlooking the horizon</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9DdwFLUV3lpXWHTUFAkWxzhIahxfQr6WUvfaUy5CHNNYJIiqM52SQklOOdajECoxS-iEjeebRiwd9LrFyLRIENg40ApMyJV6qrXxM0peYGOrmeBig4A5CbQCj0CZ4MaXIl3F/s1600/223261_10150168769224131_620359130_6614895_2253250_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEim9DdwFLUV3lpXWHTUFAkWxzhIahxfQr6WUvfaUy5CHNNYJIiqM52SQklOOdajECoxS-iEjeebRiwd9LrFyLRIENg40ApMyJV6qrXxM0peYGOrmeBig4A5CbQCj0CZ4MaXIl3F/s400/223261_10150168769224131_620359130_6614895_2253250_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058830206100978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The guys trying to make out the word 'TOPAZ', I guess?</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLj7ZXdF479JCZFSj4Dmg0hCtfruVa79-EJvURSbGhWJJ5ixFLND-mun7pmhlhALKzZ8DxRZfLsiHXncDK2S2UAR8w6K1LoAOWyyKr3ZD00zJxXcM2CCyWF1TdkWyHwSzSu1ew/s1600/224803_10150170842161893_779881892_6708874_631696_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLj7ZXdF479JCZFSj4Dmg0hCtfruVa79-EJvURSbGhWJJ5ixFLND-mun7pmhlhALKzZ8DxRZfLsiHXncDK2S2UAR8w6K1LoAOWyyKr3ZD00zJxXcM2CCyWF1TdkWyHwSzSu1ew/s400/224803_10150170842161893_779881892_6708874_631696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058824495831346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Roommates for the trip in our hotel room</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_fIe_EFDbxrGLktsOzUvbxEG5yJTsAIcBh22WjceJ0EAkuePtzP4RopcuY3YPC98gsqVqLBOdZEbN5TyYYTzCfex8wsxnrdwjMJl1WVZI_VuaOHsendAfczAuZXVt8WqtRIE/s1600/222222_10150168772839131_620359130_6614965_2833566_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEib_fIe_EFDbxrGLktsOzUvbxEG5yJTsAIcBh22WjceJ0EAkuePtzP4RopcuY3YPC98gsqVqLBOdZEbN5TyYYTzCfex8wsxnrdwjMJl1WVZI_VuaOHsendAfczAuZXVt8WqtRIE/s400/222222_10150168772839131_620359130_6614965_2833566_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058821363974306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to be Yuna with the guitar while crooning out 'Deeper Conversation' by the beach</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHO4e6tyAWfnlsf7JqYrSIVIsRU1iuKtHN9S7WcRCop3k5DuPY02OY2kl5Q0EK9rfLtPI3h1Ut_Nj04Jj8yid1nz6NWMM7oktIQ_CbdrbLsI2AraZD_qBiN6QSmAW4qfjTDwZ2/s1600/221790_10150168772324131_620359130_6614954_7707861_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEjHO4e6tyAWfnlsf7JqYrSIVIsRU1iuKtHN9S7WcRCop3k5DuPY02OY2kl5Q0EK9rfLtPI3h1Ut_Nj04Jj8yid1nz6NWMM7oktIQ_CbdrbLsI2AraZD_qBiN6QSmAW4qfjTDwZ2/s400/221790_10150168772324131_620359130_6614954_7707861_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058815933345362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">With the lovely captains of Topaz, Megat and Zehan</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgLdRztKgY2b4gSGUJITHTNah62FhjJ61x8YoPz380TBeG0LoEKxnCoFD6IRXKJSf7Ni-VFA4Ba3c1J3ef6YxUXusXxv-sjNw74lpMlWz4gIZrLMwRy3e5UyW1U9YRScBdyBw/s1600/222313_10150170026331893_779881892_6700845_2672526_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgLdRztKgY2b4gSGUJITHTNah62FhjJ61x8YoPz380TBeG0LoEKxnCoFD6IRXKJSf7Ni-VFA4Ba3c1J3ef6YxUXusXxv-sjNw74lpMlWz4gIZrLMwRy3e5UyW1U9YRScBdyBw/s400/222313_10150170026331893_779881892_6700845_2672526_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058818875949074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The night of our arrival</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHnQwo-6HC6edMMA9W6Ac7Egp1nSXUg4J-bkOPk2S5t-HQ9XlZFy_KEm0aUGtQbyO_ZmMDVsqiklQDSG8yUX8wJm2q0XGl7rY_UV_vd8fvfIio2UyzQSUu4PTYFnr511DQe4d/s1600/216398_10150168763419131_620359130_6614774_826084_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEjfHnQwo-6HC6edMMA9W6Ac7Egp1nSXUg4J-bkOPk2S5t-HQ9XlZFy_KEm0aUGtQbyO_ZmMDVsqiklQDSG8yUX8wJm2q0XGl7rY_UV_vd8fvfIio2UyzQSUu4PTYFnr511DQe4d/s400/216398_10150168763419131_620359130_6614774_826084_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058514176846850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our 'Ala E wa' league</div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKM3Ewq-rZ61GzFNUuuQokm_t3E_KJpS3OPKt3EiaFrgKAfH3GldPfETLNLryY_S_omPNAuMwcYH6z_lzCeDr5KiXsp_nexngH0kR4oSaQ-e6MCZ4eO89ED88nDnZhIkKRBkH/s1600/215334_10150168732814131_620359130_6614315_5587549_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEiRKM3Ewq-rZ61GzFNUuuQokm_t3E_KJpS3OPKt3EiaFrgKAfH3GldPfETLNLryY_S_omPNAuMwcYH6z_lzCeDr5KiXsp_nexngH0kR4oSaQ-e6MCZ4eO89ED88nDnZhIkKRBkH/s400/215334_10150168732814131_620359130_6614315_5587549_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058501358046226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The guys pretended to chase after 'Yuna' when it was actually...me</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeBYfWSAylGxiZiSCi0PgThqP5yKUndXQiTqwplivtKDd1ra0zjG8ql_pgc8y30laRgU5DuZAAk-qA3NG2zZg8Pexe7JwirPO9AuAcueK5O-7IP6UY8uBiLNzcWN-J43l_k2g/s1600/215497_10150170873051893_779881892_6709726_5383692_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTeBYfWSAylGxiZiSCi0PgThqP5yKUndXQiTqwplivtKDd1ra0zjG8ql_pgc8y30laRgU5DuZAAk-qA3NG2zZg8Pexe7JwirPO9AuAcueK5O-7IP6UY8uBiLNzcWN-J43l_k2g/s400/215497_10150170873051893_779881892_6709726_5383692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058499327669266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Topazian family</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a couple of photos unrelated to the Housetrip but got them from Megat's camera anyway.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUQmZuqEb4lq0OSc5MfhqQkCTj9YieEJS702NMShGKBBT6nA1IUA7_-gz_N2bqTZQHiRkSwxBn3MZ8N9pJ4U2g9uSH0vrC4TyLVue1jXZJFK9e5Hfaf1diTJXaf_K-X0FqBx3/s1600/221606_10150168782774131_620359130_6615118_1845085_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEiUUQmZuqEb4lq0OSc5MfhqQkCTj9YieEJS702NMShGKBBT6nA1IUA7_-gz_N2bqTZQHiRkSwxBn3MZ8N9pJ4U2g9uSH0vrC4TyLVue1jXZJFK9e5Hfaf1diTJXaf_K-X0FqBx3/s400/221606_10150168782774131_620359130_6615118_1845085_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058494546984562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love this photo! We look like a group of young, aspiring students kan? Hehe.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvqFZWw0f0A-B8wBnPsw5_XIdb56EU6sMLwOkTYUjej8UKGLs7kHybO8VhSrCpd4r06z6mP-A0IuXAmOLIqz3F44uPKJ88BgHLzhF3asIrpQNAAFnI3LnZ8y9mZjMG-U9nIY2B/s1600/217142_10150168783364131_620359130_6615129_5979842_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><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/AVvXsEhvqFZWw0f0A-B8wBnPsw5_XIdb56EU6sMLwOkTYUjej8UKGLs7kHybO8VhSrCpd4r06z6mP-A0IuXAmOLIqz3F44uPKJ88BgHLzhF3asIrpQNAAFnI3LnZ8y9mZjMG-U9nIY2B/s400/217142_10150168783364131_620359130_6615129_5979842_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601058488830377698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And the winning Phoenix kite that helped Topaz garnered first place in last week's Kite Making Competition</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-34342427996926755272011-04-01T01:05:00.005+08:002011-04-01T01:34:37.822+08:00Exam SeasonArrghhh, it's the exam season again!! I've two weeks of trials next week and 3 weeks after that comes one month of AS exams. With classes still going on as usual on days without exams. <div><br /></div><div>It's like SPM all over again. You have 1 year to cram for it, do endless past year papers, get all stressed up, go through jitters of the exam season and at the end of the day, you sit for the same exams taken by 100, 000++ students all over. Except that this time is even more intense. So much more. </div><div><br /></div><div>You sit for exams set by University of Cambridge with the other thousands of A-level students all over the world. You have more pages of essays to write, harder mathematical equations to solve and deeper thoughts to delve into. And if you falter badly, you'll miss your next plane to UK or where ever you're planning to go. In other words, you won't be able to get into the choice of your university. Scary, no? Very!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been prepping myself for the upcoming trials and AS exams and well, even with trials being few days away, I don't really feel the jitters yet. I think it's the fact that my teachers are so laid-back about them. They don't believe in getting so stressed up over some mock papers when our real aim should be the AS exams and eventually the A2 exams. My History teacher made this clear to us,<i> "Quite frankly I don't care what you score for your trials. I wouldn't look at it but rather evaluate you based on your performances through out the 2 semesters you had." </i>And of them even said, <i>"Trial exams are part of learning. If you want to make a mess, make it now!"</i> Ahh, how can you not love them :) </div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't mean we're going to take our trials lightly but we'll do the most we can and improve from there. So I'm free to make my mess this time. Hopefully it'll be a beautiful mess though. If you know what I mean.</div><div><br /></div><div>But exams are still exams. That means less play time for me till they're all over in June. So do expect very few updates on here till I'm done. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's to another round of the exam season. Cheers!</div><div><div><br /></div></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26210475.post-3720558107989907832011-03-13T02:40:00.010+08:002011-03-13T03:54:49.464+08:00Of Romantic Wedding and Reunion of Friendships<div>I've always loved fairy tale weddings and sweet romances. You know, those stuff that make you all gooey and warm-hearted in the inside. Hanna's elder sister, Lina got married on Saturday to her long-time boyfriend, Zakwan whom she met while studying in France few years back. Some of us were fortunate enough to be invited and boyy, did we have a ball of a time at the wedding.</div><div><br /></div><div>The setting was beautiful. It was a fusion of garden & Greek-themed wedding, in a way. The bride was certainly dressed like a gorgeous Greek goddess in her white dress with a trail that flowed effortlessly on the floor. Fresh flowers adorned the tables and around the house, too. And soft hues of lights lit up the place with the guests dressing up to their nines as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>I loved how the performances were not by some invited artists or celebrities but by their own family members. Hanna's big and small cousins, younger brother, aunty and even her pregnant sister-in-law took the stage to entertain us with their renditions of love songs. An intimate affair, it was.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though I've to say the table with the DJ-ian peeps was probably the noisiest, most <i>kecoh</i> table of the night. It's been awhile since we last saw each other so there were lots of stories, jokes and excitement to be shared with. But that's just how we are when we get together in a big group. I've always thought I pumped up a muscle or two in the stomach every time I met them. So much laughing went on! Hehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've known Lina ever since I was friends with Hanna about 6 years ago. She had always been the sweet, pretty older sister though we hardly saw much of her since she was away in France to do her studies. Tonight, when she came to our table to greet us, she said, <i>"Dah lain dah muka-muka kat meja ni."</i> (The faces on this table are different now.) Haha indeed, it's been 6 years anyway. She's different too. More beautiful and demure-looking with her own fresh career at Accenture and now, being newly (and happily) married to Zakwan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Congratulations, Lina and Zakwan! May your love grow even stronger from here onwards and may your future be even more wonderful than you ever dreamed possible :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholeBDRdNpbN07rY9Nw-1R7GJHyqZLS4lw8uIhnMBIPSk5cDV3S8b7du1ev3L7N1llEqyGFBGLIMJMEUeJ11rBdD5RTtv6ltdPZxO9xY-xXvrJxi881ZU6E4UEyg4hvVCuoiv_/s1600/200573_10150158721823488_555613487_8298702_1476219_n.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/AVvXsEholeBDRdNpbN07rY9Nw-1R7GJHyqZLS4lw8uIhnMBIPSk5cDV3S8b7du1ev3L7N1llEqyGFBGLIMJMEUeJ11rBdD5RTtv6ltdPZxO9xY-xXvrJxi881ZU6E4UEyg4hvVCuoiv_/s400/200573_10150158721823488_555613487_8298702_1476219_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269176725520962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Us girls at the wedding. <i>Left to right:</i> Anis, Hanna, Syira, Alia, Me, Shiqin</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoyF9zQNLmHwgJYFzqhI3LwbfBmQA3kW_jzTEzLRGVsch0onIX4sod_Zjy_kUAXbNcik-H-sgdK2a20VUblBHvGHFgFGxFMmt8Ms_zwGR-ou5v9N8WNh9Yx8zxY2pYidaeN-2s/s1600/185816_10150158699368488_555613487_8298491_3460897_n.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/AVvXsEgoyF9zQNLmHwgJYFzqhI3LwbfBmQA3kW_jzTEzLRGVsch0onIX4sod_Zjy_kUAXbNcik-H-sgdK2a20VUblBHvGHFgFGxFMmt8Ms_zwGR-ou5v9N8WNh9Yx8zxY2pYidaeN-2s/s400/185816_10150158699368488_555613487_8298491_3460897_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269175204810034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Salwa, the sister-in-law performing a song while accompanied by the brother-in-law's strums of guitar</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflt_6oVoGV4f3OGTsRWvNvyoeU9Kid1s9LynWgr23gCixgpSBQpaNaclQP9NK8qJq4aFjuDoccLPQ89Ns-yOuMg-qTp0WKv37_UvhvNoCBvS-1MMiZJOvUBJ5oZsguCAkF5d0/s1600/189165_10150158719593488_555613487_8298674_1423851_n.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/AVvXsEhflt_6oVoGV4f3OGTsRWvNvyoeU9Kid1s9LynWgr23gCixgpSBQpaNaclQP9NK8qJq4aFjuDoccLPQ89Ns-yOuMg-qTp0WKv37_UvhvNoCBvS-1MMiZJOvUBJ5oZsguCAkF5d0/s400/189165_10150158719593488_555613487_8298674_1423851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583269172802894994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The setting of the wedding</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUPjn6Gj80eP__wQB3k8pD8E82ATgaL7OY8X82IEIaC05fnsc-zO8hrfybRa5UwKSWsPidWHBNa9OWLWnhvsp0sRlFIeki8DGHP3leA3Y69N9jDcUl-5yg-nIxHKjrWBklELB/s1600/184279_10150158774423488_555613487_8299327_5471287_n.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/AVvXsEgFUPjn6Gj80eP__wQB3k8pD8E82ATgaL7OY8X82IEIaC05fnsc-zO8hrfybRa5UwKSWsPidWHBNa9OWLWnhvsp0sRlFIeki8DGHP3leA3Y69N9jDcUl-5yg-nIxHKjrWBklELB/s400/184279_10150158774423488_555613487_8299327_5471287_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583268620025654034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Group shot with the bride and the groom</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGu8rXZIp_3uVY3Y4q3ZYhNQDy-8G890KymSkbCtya68SNJUra5XURfAwqWd003pRW_5XLOTuurvrNrAmjuJDwuYSR73N4_792kuBnQqX75lcoPw7L-GgoXsg4C_wJe_wDDGw/s1600/185818_10150158715458488_555613487_8298629_1460835_n.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/AVvXsEiaGu8rXZIp_3uVY3Y4q3ZYhNQDy-8G890KymSkbCtya68SNJUra5XURfAwqWd003pRW_5XLOTuurvrNrAmjuJDwuYSR73N4_792kuBnQqX75lcoPw7L-GgoXsg4C_wJe_wDDGw/s400/185818_10150158715458488_555613487_8298629_1460835_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583268620998914178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">With Alia and Anis. I felt tall. Must be the heels. Hehe. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLe7RU_EJLk4uuUi-5JEyBKqVax2vPF7TUsqeMk1zfTJqwG5ZWahTe7fi24-2og9y5MQjgBju_7ee2ueg_-TTJsNyp6mwd06vXNnhoGD7R2x0VNmA4o79y7ASHYPxS14ke3qJ4/s1600/DSCN0286.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/AVvXsEgLe7RU_EJLk4uuUi-5JEyBKqVax2vPF7TUsqeMk1zfTJqwG5ZWahTe7fi24-2og9y5MQjgBju_7ee2ueg_-TTJsNyp6mwd06vXNnhoGD7R2x0VNmA4o79y7ASHYPxS14ke3qJ4/s400/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583268616721728450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Greek goddess of the night with her groom and sister</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OakkJrunPl4cL3Y-djmLgFtqd_FzzhDe7o46md3EZJdgS4pHNd_LxU30UzXo8eHHCddUXiUhOAiFYebR2R3OQVLpdd4VQPyUbE7Gsc3x_f468EN8czOScxnjE0iAUN93yYlX/s1600/DSCN0302.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/AVvXsEj-OakkJrunPl4cL3Y-djmLgFtqd_FzzhDe7o46md3EZJdgS4pHNd_LxU30UzXo8eHHCddUXiUhOAiFYebR2R3OQVLpdd4VQPyUbE7Gsc3x_f468EN8czOScxnjE0iAUN93yYlX/s400/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583268611866449058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Blown away! With Alia and Shiqin</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-wfke-IzeHQvBbq-MTP_PsMXhjxsbe6sTT4VeJXmJ1_oRbROWTliLYRWtUXp_qhpKdAOQm-99HRM35isiH9oz-hhq3O-yQdJ0-cr5GO2dGY-_7PPVLWoNFsCKsQscZaxqoMN/s1600/DSCN0297.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/AVvXsEjA-wfke-IzeHQvBbq-MTP_PsMXhjxsbe6sTT4VeJXmJ1_oRbROWTliLYRWtUXp_qhpKdAOQm-99HRM35isiH9oz-hhq3O-yQdJ0-cr5GO2dGY-_7PPVLWoNFsCKsQscZaxqoMN/s400/DSCN0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583268607184627010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The compulsory 'Vogue' pose with Hanna Banana</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX7Hs9Ge12mf8MnZbxmiEnsPxBCLZtn5oV2pihxrNvIN0P1M8UYxbwZnfJlwdX41mOEmj1IrKL8mBCHXkOaBdFAoUCwMuw0cnfvX6TvH6lJYQh-KyU_FpA3wuH9y9_cJMQrzfm/s1600/184770_10150158691953488_555613487_8298448_5330116_n.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/AVvXsEgX7Hs9Ge12mf8MnZbxmiEnsPxBCLZtn5oV2pihxrNvIN0P1M8UYxbwZnfJlwdX41mOEmj1IrKL8mBCHXkOaBdFAoUCwMuw0cnfvX6TvH6lJYQh-KyU_FpA3wuH9y9_cJMQrzfm/s400/184770_10150158691953488_555613487_8298448_5330116_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583266419067319602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Polaroid shots were taken of the guests and we could write congratulatory notes to the couple and hang them together on a tree. So adorable!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nik Nor Zafirahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879942450360032543noreply@blogger.com2