tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72577742024-03-05T12:03:27.064+08:00life of being a MEyou can doubt my abilities but you can never doubt me
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/blog%20icons/daintydivapink.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><P><P>FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.comBlogger374125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-84107348536953760062010-06-06T14:01:00.003+08:002010-06-06T14:27:54.505+08:00Konfrontasi Primadona 1965I love it when he uses his language to try to comfort me. He knew I was upset.<br /><br />"Masihkah ada rasa marah-marah selalu?"..<br /><br />was all the text said.<br /><br />And this was one of the reasons I fell head over heels for him.<br /><br />No there won't be another like him. :)<br /><br /><br />- Kabus malam tanpa bulan bintang, seribu satu kisah lenggang lenggok punggungmu.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-20412465513961243982010-05-23T09:13:00.003+08:002010-05-23T10:26:42.063+08:00You'd Think A Girl Would LearnHello,<br /><br />I think I am having one of those days where you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I slept relatively early last night and yet it took me that late to wake up. I missed Subuh, I woke up late and I'm waking up to a meeting that I'm not looking forward to. Sigh.<br /><br />Last night was a full night. We went to Solat Hajat at Malaysian Hall. The attendance was big but I think there could have been even more. I got a plate of Laksa Johor to satisfy a craving and the carrot cake was awesome. The small presentation by Puan Zaharah was also very eye opening. She played a video of the process of burying someone. The video was accompanied by a melancholic song reminding the listeners of the dosa-dosa one have done and how it will be too late to repent once your last breath have been taken away from you.<br /><br />We then went to grab some Churros (Spanish doughnuts) at Queen Victoria Mall. It was a nice night to let loose, simple outing, nice weather, good company. The outing also made me realize certain things about certain people and I suppose that's just how I got a bit emotional before bed. I realized that many times I have been over-thinking a lot of things and I easily get excited about, well everything. Although I have been told that this quirky, loud personality of mine is fun to be around, many times it has gotten me into trouble. I suppose I just need to twitch some wires in my brain to understand that life does not always go how I imagine it would. And things are not always as it seems.<br /><br />I'm waiting for my Hash Brown to be fully cooked this morning. I'm plastered with a frown and the dire need to rewind time so I would wake up for my Subuh. I hate this feeling when I stopped having control over my life. And I hate this feeling that I really want to study, but the time have passed to God knows where.<br /><br />I hope my prayers will be heard last night. And I hope my prayers will be heard throughout.<br /><br />Times like these makes me miss home, my parents, my friends back home and Shahrul Iman. :(<br /><br />Oh, also I would like to share a video of a song I have loved since the first time I heard it. I'm going back down to memory lane listening to random Disney songs. It brings me back to the times when I was carefree :)<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLvK5nKbo6w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLvK5nKbo6w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I love the miniature angels.<br /><br /><br />- But there's gotta be an easier way. An easier way to start the day.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-565547318194784402010-05-19T17:30:00.002+08:002010-05-19T18:21:43.672+08:00Knight in Shining SweaterKnight: Hey, where are you now? At uni?<br /><br />Damsel: Yes, I am trying to finish up my assignment. So stressed.<br /><br />Knight: Brrr.. Its so cold<br /><br />Damsel: I know right. But its just nice here in the library.<br /><br />Knight: What time are you going back?<br /><br />Damsel: I'm not sure yet. Perhaps not long from now.<br /><br />Knight: Do you know that its raining outside?<br /><br />Damsel: Omg! Really? I didn't know that. Oh its going to be so cold going back.<br /><br />Knight: Yeah do you have umbrella?<br /><br />Damsel: Nope. I'm not even wearing a jacket. Forgot to bring one. Damn it.<br /><br />Knight: Oh, you're going to freeze yourself. Its really cold.<br /><br />Damsel: Omg really? What do I do now!?<br /><br />Knight: Better wait for the rain to stop.<br /><br />Damsel: You know you this is your chance to be a hero<br /><br />Knight: What do you mean?<br /><br />Damsel: This is the chance for you to be a knight in shining armor. You can come over the library and bring me an umbrella and a jacket :D<br /><br />Knight: Oh. Where are you at?<br /><br />Damsel: Haha. I'm over at the university library.<br /><br />Knight: Is that the one near the park?<br /><br />Damsel: Yes, but hey that was just a joke really. You do not need to come. Thank you for the thought though :)<br /><br />Knight: But its really cold outside.<br /><br />Damsel: Its okay. I'll manage. I'll make a run for it after I'm done.<br /><br />Knight: What time are you planning to go back?<br /><br />Damsel: I'm almost done. Perhaps in another 10 minutes.<br /><br />Knight: Then I shall see you at the library in 15 minutes. Wait for me at the entrance ok. I'll bring you a jacket.<br /><br />Damsel: Hey you really do not need to do this you know<br /><br />Knight: No thats ok :)<br /><br />Damsel: :)FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-50393404495856580102010-05-10T18:21:00.010+08:002010-05-19T16:29:29.934+08:00Obsession.<span style="font-style:italic;">She waited for her roommate to be fast asleep before braving to the dark kitchen to make herself a necessary cup of coffee. She was convinced that she could finish pouring everything she knew about the secondary market by 2am but the alternative was ridiculously tempting. She found that flipping to that particular blinking orange Yahoo Messenger conversation box was making her heart flip even more than the idea of not sleeping the whole night. She knew it would be trouble but she could not find the will to resist.</span><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />I got to finally sigh out my relief at 4 this afternoon as I click the send button to my final assignment for this semester. The weekend has not been very hectic. All I can deduce out of it was that it has been quick. Saturday was filled with meetings and such. I stepped into the Festival Malaysia meeting to be greeted by only few, all familiar faces. The meeting went well. I wasn't much prepared but after putting it all in perspective, I admit I actually am quite excited to dive into this. I understand that much of my time will be gone to that but I've always been excited in event management. I'm just a little worried as I am quite bad at delegating tasks and it may affect every other thing in my life but I do think I could learn from it.<br /><br />The meeting was followed by lunch with Kuchai and Gajan. I really do think that I have gotten close to that boy. In my opinion, he has a questionable way of representing himself but he has a distinct mindset and is always genuine in what he does. We then made our way to the Malaysia Aspiration Program GM. I self elected myself as the Secretary of the Returning Officer and was voted to take the Deputy of Logistics and Special Tasks. A post which I will respectfully give to someone else as I needed to concentrate on Festival Malaysia now.<br /><br />I sat down in front of my computer, my head spinning and my body stinking inside the warmth of my sleeping bag. I stared aimlessly for a while when my head swam through motions of what had happened since Wednesday. I realize that I like to be in control. I personally do not think that that is a particularly bad thing. I realize this due to my three recent assignments. I chose my Marketing group mate because they were sitting at my table at the time of recruitment while I was chosen to join the three boys for Microeconomics because the Malaysian boy knew my name in class.<br /><br />I knew my MicroEcons group was going to be good because I teamed up with boys whom I assume were quite good with Economics (and this is purely based on the stereotypical assumption that geeky Chinese Malaysians are smart). Gary turned out great as he did know a lot but I was quite disappointed at how one of the boys failed to meet us even once. Gary and I were the ones who always end up meeting and although I refuse to be the assumed leader, Gary never failed to consult me in most of the things they were doing. I was glad that he was semangat enough into the project even though he had 3 other assignments due the very week.<br /><br />I was quite nervous going into my Marketing group because it consisted of 5 people all from different countries. I, the Malaysian was to work with an Australian, a Mexican, a Singaporean and an Indonesian. I later found that these people were quite outspoken and knowledgeable so I relaxed as I know it was going to be ok. The group was great only except the fact that no one really stepped up and we had quite bad planning. Meetings weren't really prepared properly and randomly had all 5 members meet together. They assumed me as the team leader when no one started speaking up. I didn't mind only except the fact that I didn't know much about the actual company that we were researching, Virgin Blue, I only knew about the structure of the assignment. I continued this role found later that they came to the last meeting quite prepared and equipped. I was proud of them. However, due to bad planning a lot of things just went out of place and some gotten more work than others.<br /><br />While all of them did chip in and do their parts, I kept getting this urging feeling inside of me that I needed to be the one to compile everyone's part and be the last to have a look at the reports before they are deemed to be fit for submission. I voluntarily chose to take on the job for economics assignment as I didn't trust them with proper English and sentence constructions but what pissed me off most was that many didn't do their part as planned and so I needed to do research and readings to re-do their parts. Although I kept positive in reminding myself that it is for good revision, I still felt that I could have used those times to focus on my two other upcoming assignments. And my problem is that I get very carried away with making things coherent and perfect that it takes up a lot of time. I re-did their graphs to fit mine just so that it looks more cohesive.<br /><br />As for my Marketing report, I was adamant to refuse the role of compiler as on the same day, I would need to send in my Finance 1 assignment as well. I finished my part of the report early (although at the time my head was swimming with all sorts of rubbish that I didn't do it quite as good as I planned to). Although so, I was confident the group were able to make it better. I decided to leave it at that. But once I have finished my Finance assignment, I submitted it and found that a have a few hours to squeeze in some much needed sleep before my Finance lecture that day.<br /><br />But of course, having that urge to be in control made me volunteer myself as the compiler for Marketing assignment too. I knew I could have let someone else done it as originally planned, as someone else did compile it. Although so, I had that huge urge to go through every single detail of the report in order to make it perfect. This obsession has gotten me to skip both my Finance lecture and tutorial. Although it did contribute to the betterment of the report and the group, I have personally made my self worst off.<br /><br />Although I was quite satisfied with getting that control, the lack of sleep got to me and every other thing (like my homework due the next day) went badly. Sigh.<br /><br />Damn. This. Obsession.<br /><br />- Get yourself up off bed. This is a new day today :)FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-21028598374186757682010-05-07T19:00:00.004+08:002010-05-09T07:28:00.610+08:00Depressing Friday NightI am torn between feeling pathetic, depressed and glad right now. Friday has come once again and tomorrow, although it is a weekend,tomorrow will be another busy day for me. Today was already a long day especially with me sleeping as late as 5am this morning.<br /><br />We just found out that our previous direction for the upcoming Marketing report is wrong and we needed to refocus on something bigger than what we've got. The report is due Monday and imagine how my heart sank when I found out. I spent the whole of last night trying to get my Finance 1 assignment (which unfortunately needs to be sent on the same Monday) moving so I could concentrate the weekend on my Marketing assignment.<br /><br />I dreaded today's Marketing group meeting simply because I knew there was a lot more to do but it went better than I thought. One of our group mates found a lot already and has made the process much easier. We also owe it to our tutor for helping us outline what we needed to do. I am staying optimistic that we can finish the assignment well. I am also glad that I am only in charge of 2 to 3 parts out of the many. That reduces much effort and my part only needs researching on the company website, which means essentially, everything is there.<br /><br />I could have concentrated my Tuesday and Wednesday on Finance 1 however because more than one of my Microeconomics group mate didn't do their part right in the assignment, I had to correct it for them which ate up two extra days than I allocated. The things you'd do for people.<br /><br />I hope the weekend will turn out good especially with the morning Festival Malaysia meeting (I am quite nervous with this), the Malaysian Aspiration Program general meeting (I will just participate fairly in this), the MASCA meeting right afterwards and our MAD BBQ dinner at night. That means I have the whole of Sunday to cram 2 assignments.<br /><br />Ya Allah rajinkanlah aku Insyallah.<br /><br />- I am in need of new songs :(FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-1688419274678121932010-05-04T15:49:00.003+08:002010-05-04T17:01:08.344+08:00Singing my life outThroughout my years I have associated many songs with situations. This started with the day I came to school stressed. Hamiza came up to me and told me to listen to <strong>The Middle by Jimmy Eats World</strong>. She told me it was her uplifting song and that it makes her feel better. I wasn't much into music yet at the time so I gave it a try.<br /><br /><strong><em>It just takes some time<br />Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride<br />Everything, everything will be just fine<br />Everything, everything will be all right, all right </em></strong><br /><br />I still jump and scream to the song every now and then when I am stressed. My mind has just associated the song with feeling good. This was explained to me once when I joined a lecture on Psychology back in Form 5. According to the expert, whenever we feel an emotion, try to associate it with a particular action. For example, when you are laughing or feeling happy, try to press your thumbs. If you do it enough, your brain will associate the feeling of happy with the pressing of your thumb. I remember the talk very well. I suppose it is easier for the brain to associate music with conditions.<br /><br />Like the time Shahrul sang to me <strong>Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard</strong> via MSN Messenger on my birthday. He told me he wasn't one to sing a lot and especially not in front of people. But that night, with the ridiculous microphone connection, he braved the dark night alone downstairs singing, what I assume, was his current favourite song of the time.<br /><br /><em><strong>If I could find you now things would get better<br />We could leave this town and run forever <br />I know somewhere somehow we'll be together<br />Let your waves crash down on me and take me away</strong></em><br /><br />I was much in love with him at that age of 15/16. Everything felt right and I had a bestfriend I could rely anything on. Speaking of best friends, my mind swayed to <strong>Sway by Bic Runga</strong>. It was nearing Prom Night and my friends and I decided to try out for the performance. We spent time together learning many songs but this song was one all of us agreed upon. I remember the Juliettes were formed in the 10 minutes we were in the car ride to the audition.<br /><br /><em><strong>And there's no cure, And no way to be sure<br />Why everythings turned inside out, Instilling so much doubt<br />It makes me so tired, I feel so uninspired<br />My head is battling with my heart, My logic has been torn apart<br /><br />And now<br />It all turns sour<br />Come sweeten my every afternoon</strong></em><br /><br />I would never forget the day we practised this song. Miza and Gg were dividing their singing parts while Diana and I shared the background guitar. I remembered the hums we did and the background sounds we concocted. I could never fail to think of them and the memories when the song hits my ears. Another one that I can never forget to smile to is <strong>Pyar Dilon Ka Mi Lah Heyh</strong> (I am spelling it as I pronounce it). It is a song from one of a favourite Hindustan movie of mine called, <strong>Dilwale Dulhan Hum Le Jayenge </strong>(again spelling as I'm pronouncing it).<br /><br />The song shows both Karisma Kapoor and Salman Khan dancing to their love at the beach, on the boat and every other place associated with the two. I can never forget this song because it was the only one that I dance with my sister quite enthusiastically back then. I remember I played the guy while she played the girl and we would blast it out so loud and dancing in the living room regardless of the small space. We even dressed up for it once. It was memorable and I bonded with my sister with it. It seems ridiculous when I watch it again now but at the time, I was my sister's Salman, and she was my Karisma :)<br /><br />And these memories apply also to the songs that I associated with Faza.<br /><br />INTEC was such a dark period for me but the initial days where Faza introduced me to a whole new world outside the one I have been living in, I couldn't help but to be pulled into the vortex of memory everytime one of the songs played. Whats hard about this part is that I associate a lot of songs with him, and its even harder that the story with him didn't end well. So unlike the other songs where I feel happy, his songs just reminds me of all the things that has happened.<br /><br /><strong>I'm Yours by Jason Mraz</strong>: He introduced me to this song way before it came out on radio. I loved the lyrics so much because it depicted exactly what I felt for him. This song especially was significant during the period where I contemplated on telling him that I had feelings for him.<br /><br /><em><strong>So I won't hesitate no more, no more<br />It cannot wait I'm sure<br />There's no need to complicate<br />Our time is short<br />This is our fate, I'm yours</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>Rindu Dendam by MONOLOQUE:</strong> He introduced me to this favourite singer of his. I particularly related with this because what the singer sings and strives for, is a total opposite with the kind of life I have been living. MONOLOQUE gave me a new set of eyes and mindset and this song was one of the few that makes me want to cry. It was even harder because this was the song that accompanied me when I was visiting my sister in London and texting Faza was expensive. So everytime it played, my depression kicks in.<br /><br /><em><strong>demi alam yg luas bebaskan beta lepas<br />agar cinta abadi dpt ku nikmati<br /><br />memang cinta itu buta tak mengenal sgalanya<br />namun beta tak berdaya hanya aku berserah<br /><br />oh tuhan yg berkuasa, lihatlah aku kecewa<br />demi alam yg luas, bebaskan beta lepas<br /><br />tapi kini ku rela<br />walau dilamun asmara, hanya ku bawa berdiam<br />segala rindu dendam</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>Tak Pernah Melupakanmu by Couple:</strong> This is the most memorable out of all. This was the song that I used to tell him that I had feelings for him. We were chatting one afternoon and it lasted until evening. I never did say the exact words but I returned this song to him (he gave me this song) and told him to listen to the lyrics properly. It was perfect to what I felt for him at the time.<br /><br /><em><strong>Betapa aku menyukaimu<br />Tidakkah kau sadari itu?<br />Ku di depan matamu, kau tak melihatku<br />Betapa ku sangat menyukaimu</strong></em><br /><br />I can't believe I have indulged that chapter of my life again. But yes, the period was a very depressing yet necessary period for me. But I have changed now. I refocused my interest and I have changed my perception. I learn to trust less and I try to understand who I am, what I like and what my purpose in life is. I found new friends and my old ones kept me in my place. Now I think <strong>The Show by Lenka</strong> suits me perfectly. The lyrics are about a girl just trying to understand life as she goes by. I'm still figuring it out myself.<br /><br /><em><strong>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle<br />Life is a maze and love is a riddle<br />I don't know where to go, I can't do it alone<br />I tried, but I don't know why<br /><br />Slow it down, make it stop<br />Or else my heart is going to pop<br />Coz its too much, yeah its a lot<br />To be something I'm not<br />I'm a fool, out of love<br />Coz I just can't get enough</strong></em><br /><br />Other than that, I have made <strong>Pelan Tapi Pasti by White Shoes and the Couples Company</strong> to be one of my feel good songs too. The voice, the feel, the tune, the lyrics all encourages you to just take things slow, do things right, and enjoy what you have. Its a really good song to sing and close your eyes to dance to.<br /><br /><em><strong>Laju melaju<br />Menembak angin di jalan raya<br />Riuh meriuh<br />Kamu janganlah terpengaruh<br />Tahan emosi<br />Meluncur pelan tapi pasti</strong></em><br /><br />And many of Zee Avi songs just makes me feel good on the inside. A truly amazing voice. I suppose many songs come and go and it fits right into your current mood. But there are just those that stays and swipes you back to once upon the days where you first felt what you felt to the song. Some may be good memories, others may not be as kind, but its those songs that reminds you of who you are and where you have been. I hope to have more songs to associate with.<br /><br />I can't wait for my wedding song though :) Whatever it may be.<br /><br />- Darling it ain't easy, for me to say goodbye, but I just hope that we have better lives :)FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-69640749067263243752010-04-28T10:37:00.002+08:002010-04-28T10:51:48.890+08:00I crave for Nando's.I cringed waking up this morning because I knew it was going to be a hectic day. My free Wednesday is being replaced with 2 group discussions and one replacement class. I knew I shouldn't have much to complaint since I did get a Monday off, but still.<br /><br />After MAD, I feel like I have gotten a bit out of my own head. I have sort of abandoned my studies for a while and now that I have, must, need to pick it up again, I find it quite difficult. I know this will be on my own implication but I have gotten Mama, Abah and my promise to them as a reminder for me to score well today. Plus, I have made a bet with a friend of mine to score High Distinctions for at least two of my four subjects.<br /><br />My Marketing group discussion today went better than I thought it would. The people are so fun and they are extremely nice. They are quite updated with their work and pushed me to do good as well, as compared to my OB group last year where there wasn't much cohesiveness and teamwork. I have another at 4 o'clock later today with a very handsome Australian friend of mine, Xavier. He is so enthusiastic about Arabic that he even excites me into it.<br /><br />I'm not as excited about tomorrow's Micro discussion though. Simply because I barely know my group mates (I was recruited as a matter of factly) and we need to answer our own questions before coming in the discussion. I know thats basically how these things work but as I have been quite out of Micro, I'm not sure how pathetic I will look tomorrow. I'm glad I have some free time to study for it today.<br /><br />Other than that, I guess I'm just really excited to go see my sister and be at her Graduation in July. I have not seen her for a while (okay so last Raya wasn't that long) but the best part of it is that mom let me stay in London longer than the family will, which means I get to tour the place on my own account. Ayong promised a short trip to Paris and Rome along the lines. Whats even better she said she will be dumping all her winter coats and what not to me. I much trust her fashion sense so I'm looking forward to that. I would also be able to spend some long awaited time with Shahir (much to mom's delight) :)<br /><br />Other than that, I have a bowling tournament this Saturday which I have yet to prepare for. It doesn't help that I sprained my right wrist for what reason ntah. I'm looking forward to Friday's usrah actually since we've missed it for almost 2 weeks now. The MAD team will also have a makan2 next week and I considered my infamous bread pudding again. One assignment due next week and two in the upcoming week.<br /><br />And I'm fat.<br /><br />- I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again ;DFarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-35334177276953816022010-04-27T03:13:00.000+08:002010-04-27T03:15:06.915+08:00Harmony to my heartbeatI find changing a habit is ridiculously difficult. I do believe that when you set your mind, initially you will start changing for the better. But soon time passes and those old habits start coming in and taking over again. And in my very familiar case, my habit of procrastinating is leaving me awake at 5 in the morning while trying to squeeze my brain thinking what In Addition To is in Arabic.<br /><br />I shall wait for my Subuh prayers and hit the bed before my morning class later.<br /><br />:- I want a harmony to my heartbeat :)FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-84296996502764525072010-04-26T03:01:00.000+08:002010-04-27T03:16:17.730+08:00Slip your fingers, tap your toes and hum a tune :)I particularly like the one in italic :)<br /><br />Remember when you told me in the morning you said I was tough<br />Tougher than the average women but I guess that is not tough enough<br />Cause when you left me on the weekend I was crumbling<br />Like the roots and the stem, like a flower dying in the garden<br /><br />Now I'm gonna have to strengthen up my little heart<br />Find my own way, light my torch and sparkle my own spark<br />When I wake up in the morning I felt very numb<br />But I'm gonna get through<br />I'm gonna tell myself everyday<br /><br />Get yourself up, get yourself up, get yourself up from bed<br />This is a new day, this is a new day, this is a new day today<br />Slipping your fingers, tapping your toes, you are humming a tune<br />You know, you know<br />This is a new day, this is a new day, this is a new day today<br /><br />On the borderline from what is right to what is wrong<br />There I am and there I try, I try to carry on<br />And when I'm standing on a mountain I feel brave and strong<br />And I'm gonna get through<br />With or without you<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">I'm gonna change, I'm gonna change, I'm gonna change the way I see myself today</span></span><br />But there's gotta be an easier way, an easier way to start the dayFarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-63889879286108712822010-04-23T04:20:00.002+08:002010-04-23T05:09:46.296+08:00I am on the borderline.I was quite dumbstrucked when I woke up this morning. Simply because it was 4 in the morning. I was quite depressed at how early I slept last night. All I remember was that I had a headache, told my blinking YM conversation boxes that I needed to lie down for a while and the next thing I knew, 8 hours past and I woke up in a dark room with my computer still on.<br /><br />I'm quite glad though. Waking up in the dark gives me a different appreciation to time. I finally got to do the qiamullail that I have always wanted to do on my own. Tonight I finally did get to do it and it really is fulfilling especially when you're doing it with full energy recharged.<br /><br />It has been a relatively busy week for me. This Friday has been a long anticipated one. Tomorrow is the MASCA Victoria Annual Debate (MAD), the event that I have dedicated more than a month to promote. I am quite glad the event will be over soon although I do admit that the work, the stress and the tired does get me high sometimes. Zia promised that after MAD we will lie down on work for a while and focus on studies. Besides the petty answering of emails and what not, MASCA won't be as busy as it has been for the past 2 months.<br /><br />I am so ready to hit my school books again. I do enjoy the Microeconomics classes this semester and marketing is not a bad subject at all. Arabic of course proves to be harder and I find Finance just dry and boring. But if there is one thing I learned about myself is that I can learn to love anything once I know and understand it. So I think its just a matter of time. I'm pulling my "Farisa-during-Intec" mode where I study religiously and actually get good grades out of it.<br /><br />Other than that, I have signed up to compete in the upcoming Bowling Tournament between clubs. This is to find Victoria's representative for the upcoming National Conference and Games (NCG) in Canberra. I won't be able to go as it is in July but I thought I'd compete anyway. I do love me a game of bowling :) Though I promise that that will be my last for the semester unless my MASCA duty calls again.<br /><br />Mom gave me two good news recently. The first is that my sister is Graduating soon and she wishes that all of us would be there for Ayong. I was originally reluctant because I planned to spend my time here in Australia and travel, perhaps try new activities. Plus Pak Su has already given me a stern warning not to come back to Malaysia as he is already sick of seeing me back all the time. However, I convinced myself that my sister only Graduates once and perhaps will be a very long time before I can go to UK again. Whats better is that mom told me MAS do fly from Melbourne to London without me having to go back to Malaysia. That way, I would have some time in Australia during winter.<br />Although the setback is that I will not be able to see my friends as they are back from around the world :(<br /><br />The second news is particularly relieving. Mom told me that JPA has approved my application for a study loan. Alhamdulillah. This means mom and dad does not need to drain their bank accounts to pay for my education anymore. Even though its only a loan, at least I rest to know that the responsibility is on me now and not on others. The first thing I said to Ili when I got it was "I can shop again" but ironically, the first thing that my sister said to me when she got the news was "Doesn't mean you get to shop". Although so, I am very glad. I am thinking of starting an investment somewhere, do proper planning and what not.<br /><br />Its 7 in the morning now. I'm going to try to squeeze in some studying before it gets brighter outside. I really wish I could go to Canberra soon but work has been crazy and 3 assignments are due soon. I'll be balding and cocooning not long from now.<br /><br />This is my current favourite song.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mYUAh0WdTk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mYUAh0WdTk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-75805047356014456462010-04-17T02:55:00.005+08:002010-04-18T06:32:00.129+08:00Workaholic.I am exhausted. Physically and absolutely mentally. I have been on non-stop since coming back from Adelaide. Being the head of Marketing Department for the upcoming Masca Annual Debate (MAD) has proven to take a toll on me. I am sleep deprived. Study deprived. Rest deprived. Time deprived. And yet, can still find time to eat non-stop. Oh curse.<br /><br />I feel like my life has been dedicated to this event. Not that I don't like it. I absolutely love doing the work, but it gets absolutely tiring. I am quite glad that the debate will be next week which means work will be done and I can go back to studying and living a life as a student.<br /><br />Ili once came up to me and scoffed that I am a workaholic. I didn't think it was true at first but I was convinced otherwise on the day I self-declared my holiday. The Sunday before school commenced again, I decided to just relax at home, not go out and not study. I spent the day cooking and watching movies but even then, I was not at ease because my mind always kept wondering to what work I have yet to complete. So a workaholic, I am.<br /><br />I'm going to catch my sleep now. Hope everything gets better soon.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-12280246896482006202010-03-16T13:37:00.002+08:002010-03-16T13:43:59.994+08:00Internet Explorer VS Mozilla FirefoxGosh its hot here.<br /><br />I realized as I visited my blog using the less preffered Internet Explorer, that the allignment of the posts and profile description is a bit offputting. Originally people would assume that I have put on a wide spacing in between lines and have enlarged the size of my profile description. The sizes and colours of most of the other parts of the blog is accurate to my liking however the double spacing does not make it appealing to read.<br /><br />I have not realized or bothered about this since I have been reading my blog through my beloved browser, Mozilla Firefox. And on this channel, the allignment is perfect. Please avoid reading this blog using the Internet Explorer if you can help it at least until I figure out how to fix it. As of now, I really still coudln't be much bothered. My assignments are already piling up as much as my laundry is.<br /><br />Will fix later.<br /><br />- Can I be the girl that you met at the coin laundry?FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-69287918703449773682010-03-11T04:55:00.003+08:002010-03-11T05:08:49.892+08:00Hello Stranger.I'm sick of having to explain myself everytime I stopped writing in this blog. I have given many excuses but truth of the matter is, I sometimes get too busy or I sometimes get too lazy. A friend of mine suggested that I terminate the blog whole, that way people won't be expecting anymore updates. I contemplated but came to the conclusion that this blog is a part of my life. How could one delete a part of them off?<br /><br />I initially started the blog because my friends had them. I went on a few years writing this blog with the simple purpose to write and tell the stories to my closest friends. Honestly, my naivety convinced me that only my close friends read this blog but when I entered INTEC, I found that there are people whom I do not want to read my blog, actually do. I guess that's when I stopped caring so much. INTEC was a dark, necessary period of my life but I reduced to feeling pathetic to myself rather than share the thoughts on my blog, or as you can call it now, my companion.<br /><br />I discovered along the way that I loved writing. Well, I actually love to talk and this blog keeps listening. I also love it as I know I can go back to my past. It's good to be able to see how much you have grown up through the years and boy I did. My thinking, my writing, my opinions and my beliefs.<br /><br />Now I'm not going to promise that I will update more often now that I found my love again. I can't commit but I can say that I have found a long lost friend. And I would need it to accompany the ups and downs that I'm facing here in Melbourne. I guess I have to accept that there are people who might be reading this even though I would not want them to. That's fine for me. I will now write and open my thoughts to a bigger audience. I'll behave. :)<br /><br />Anyway, I'll end this post by sharing a current favorite song of mine.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vghYJTKtg34&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vghYJTKtg34&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-32242983387463709712009-10-23T20:42:00.001+08:002009-10-23T20:54:06.086+08:00Growing Up.Its time to be a big girl now.<br /><br />And big girls don't cry :)FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-77355464605568636582009-10-13T16:42:00.002+08:002009-10-13T16:43:00.256+08:00One Wish.Farisa Roslan wants to be 15 again!! :)<br /><br /><br /><br />"you begin to wonder why you came"FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-67917258797263296032009-10-13T13:55:00.004+08:002009-10-13T14:15:34.943+08:00Popular Mechanis for Broken Hearts ;)Thinking about all these housing business is really making me sick. I am consumed over the thought when originally, I wasn't. I knew it was sort of pointless to be looking for accommodations now since people haven't generally moved out yet. But Ayin got me thinking about it and now, I'm bothered, consumed and tired.<br /><br />I've got a lot on my plate right now. I'm running for the Cultural post in MASCA this weekend and Zia wanted me to finish my speech. I'm glad he is giving me the push and I don't really have anything else to do anyway. I just haven't found myself writing it just yet. Maybe a window shopping trip would do the trick.<br /><br />Next I need to find time to practice my performance for PETRONAS Grand Dinner also this weekend. I have just gotten back from break a week ago and here I am already biting more than I can chew. I'm quite happy to be doing this performance with Rina though, but the time commitment is a bit taxing. What more, I haven't practiced the guitar for months now. God knows how rusty I am around the metallic strings.<br /><br />Next, I am busy looking for a summer job. I really do need to gain some extra money most probably will even work during term. This is necessary if I want to stay afloat. What's more I am going to be living only 2 people next year as oppose to the original 3 that we planned. Ayin has backed down. I am furious at her I am. But I love that small girl and I will let her go since her heart won't be into living together anymore anyway. Long story. I just wonder how I will manage the rent, the job, the post and the university workload. I guess God really wants to test me.<br /><br />Other than that, everything seems okay. The trip to Sydney was a lot of fun. Perhaps that will be explained in another post. I got to spend Raya with my sister and family and that is the highlight of my life so far. I volunteered for Graduan the other day and have gotten to know a few very nice people. Getting exposed that way was great because now I know what is it that I want to do. What my target for the future will be. If I am able to achieve it would be another issue.<br /><br />It is also the season of Lovin' here in Melbourne. Three of my friends are already changing their status to being "in a relationship". I'm just greeting the season with a big fat smile :D. One day some day, I will find someone who treats me the way my Shahrul Iman did and someone who gave me what Encik Faza gave me. The combination seems almost impossible but at least I am not aiming for a boyfriend like how I have been for almost 2 years now :)<br /><br />Now, I am concentrating on being in the Student Council like how I want. Live my life the way I like. No more trying to impress. Trying to please. Trying to be adequate. And to get a good job this summer so I could get some extra funds. Next is to start studying for my upcoming end of semester exam. This is necessary to get me a scholarship. All fingers crossed, all hands cupped for prayers. May God show me a silver lining through all these hurdles.<br /><br />On top of all that, I miss Shahir :(<br /><br /><br />"It was always you and me, just me :)"FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-61989718640001710782009-10-09T14:07:00.002+08:002009-10-09T14:09:59.617+08:00Coin LaundryI want to be the girl that you met at the coin laundry :)<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90DflEOXi9E&hl=en&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90DflEOXi9E&hl=en&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.lisamitchell.com.au/">Lisa Mitchell.</a><br /><br />Thank you Ainul.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-42034810000208014492009-10-08T12:59:00.005+08:002009-10-08T13:01:35.704+08:00The Plain Truth.<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Apabila dua remaja<br />Berkenalan bertentang mata<br />Manisnya kucupan manja<br />Pertama kali dirasa<br /><br />Oh sungguh Romantis.</span></span><br /><br /><br />They were plain hypocrytical assholes but he was the idiot.<br /><br />And I am the one who ended up getting hurt.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Farisa Roslan.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-56992890174721809102009-10-05T15:37:00.003+08:002009-10-05T16:08:40.414+08:00Wrong Timing.I just call it wrong timing. That is the theme for this weekend. It started with me rpocrastinating my Accounts assignment even though I had a perfectly free one week to complete it. By Friday when I needed to send it to my partner, it was half finished, and it was time for me to pack my bags to Sydney. The second wrong timing was my flight to Sydney. It was suppose to be on Friday morning which I will then reach in the evening of the same day. I could have finished my accounts earlier and could spend more time in Sydney. The flight was instead on Friday night.<br /><br />Next would be that my flight was delayed. I was scheduled to depart from Malaysia at 10pm but instead they postponed it to 11.40pm. I don't really mind this change since I got to spend more time with my mother. I then arrive Sydney on Saturday morning. I then discover that my 5 temporary housemates have made a day trip to Canberra and won't be back until that night so I left my bags and books and laptop over at Malaysian Hall, where Ainul stays, and then she brought me around the city the whole day.<br /><br />The trip was fun as I got to spend time with Ainul. But rain kicks in the whole day and I was drenched from top to toe. We gave in after a few hours and I ended up sleeping on her bed. I then got a call from KK whom I was suppose to meet that night for dinner and a visit to the Opera House. When I was ready to go out, KK said that he just got back and wanted to rest. I however could not stay in Msian Hall waiting as Ainul was going out for a concert that night. So I ended up waiting at Circular Quay for about 40 minutes for KK. Rain poured endlessly in the mean time.<br /><br />The trip to the Opera House was cut short because the rain got too heavy. We instead just made our way to dinner at a place called Mamak. With real hot DELICIOUS roti canai. When our food just arrived, so did Fika from Canberra. She called to say she was ready to go home with me but I was just starting to eat. I rushed through my food and made my way again under the rain to Central station. The night was spent gossiping and catching up.<br /><br />The next day, Fika and I went to meet up with KK ready to watch the 3D version of UP but instead, KK said it was wrong timing and if he did catch the movie, he wouldnt be able to catch his bus back to Canberra. So instead, we just got some brunch and Starbucks coffee. Fika and I toured around Sydney after we dropped him off. The visits were awesome and the places were pretty. We did do some good shopping even though my mother advised me against it. It then got late and we rushed to Dalila's house for her open house. I felt quite weird as I was wearing skinny jeans and outstreched cardigan while the others were clad in their nice kurungs.<br /><br />We then got back from Dalila's place with the plan to go to Malaysian Hall and get my stuff from Ainul's place but wrong timing kicks in and Ainul wasn't home at that time. I then plan to pick the bags up before my flight and the beach party the next day. But then I went to check my flight details and ended up finding out that I booked the flight on Tuesday instead of a Monday. I was so shocked and was stressed knowing that plans now have to be changed. But instead, I was glad that the night was spent talking and catching up. I even got to catch up with Syam on a phone conversation.<br /><br />The enxt day, I woke up late and already needed to get ready for the beach party so I had no time to pick it up at Ainul's place. Ainul then called to say she was going out and needed me to pick up my bags but then I was in the middle of the party and none of them wanted to leave for Malaysian Hall so I instead postponed my meeting with Ainul. Now I am waiting for 7pm when Ainul reaches home and I will pick up my bag finally. Im even more stressed knowing that I wasn't able to finish my Accounts assignment (the rest of it) and my partner had to finish them for me. I feel so guilty. I also have Organisational Behaviour assignment due Friday and Economics due Wednesday. THe trip in Sydney was wet wet wet and Ainul and I kept missing the bus the first day that I was here. I'm going home later than I planned and I will be missing the talk in Melbourne that I plan to go to. But all these are no one's fault if not my own. I should only have myself to punish. Sigh.<br /><br />Stressed so very much.<br /><br />But everything else about Sydney is just FUN and FINE!!<br /><br />The people aren't too friendly though.<br /><br /><br />Farisa Roslan.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-27012295631160309042009-09-30T04:13:00.002+08:002009-09-30T04:21:25.608+08:00Tema.This new picture is a combination of pictures of the people in my life. The first is a picture of me and my handsome friend, Shahir. He has been a friend of mine since we were in primary school and the best part about him is that, I could not hear for him for months at a time but when we meet again, I could just be so comfortable with him. A good friend.<br /><br />The next is a picture of my classmates at INTEC. Arabana/Dunedin class. The 16 of us have spent one and a half years together and have gone through a lot. This picture was taken for our class picture in the school magazine. The next is a picture of me in my 2009 baju raya :)<br /><br />Below it is a picture of my family. This was in Kelantan with my Tok Mek (my dad's mother). This was taken in her living room the day when we were leaving from Kelantan. It was a full picture of my family. One that is somehow hard to find. Next to it is a picture of my highschool friends. Subang Jaya friends. The one that I have had the privilege to know since form 3. This was taken during Miza's 19th birthday and my going away to Australia party. Most of us are here. Shafiq and Ainul are missing.<br /><br />Last is a picture of my friends in Melbourne. It doesn't say much showing a picture of our backs but I love this picture.It was taken on a day trip we did to Geelong, Victoria. We wanted to eat the halal buffet so much that we rented 2 cars, went for a one half hour drive and walked around the city before settling in at Smorgy's for our iftar. It was a very hot and windy day. Good for pictures and it was heaps of fun.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-79398966328414340632009-09-30T03:46:00.004+08:002009-09-30T04:12:45.037+08:00RebirthHaha. So this may be the hundredth rebirth that my blog has undergone. But I am feeling a bit melancholic. I have started this blog since I was 14 years old. I was in Form 3. That was the year 2004. It is almost 6 years now and it is still up and running. I went through some of the old posts yesterday and I have got to say, I really have grown. I used to write about the most ridiculous things in the most ridiculous ways. But I progressively improve and I think I enjoy my style of writing now. At least the grammar errors are significantly reduced.<br /><br />So I noticed my last layout was a picture of Selamat Menyambut Tahun 2009. I promised myself that that picture would only last there for at MOST a week after 2009 started. But what do you know, it has lasted until September. ahaha. I think this year has been the quietest that my blog has been. I suppose that is because there has been SO MANY things that happened to me this year. For one thing, I made it to Melbourne. I spent the first 2 months trying to do everything I want to do in Malaysia before shipping off to live in Melbourne for 3 years. It was a scary experience but one that I have longed for so many years. Cannot believe I made it there.<br /><br />First semester went by with me settling in and finding new friends and getting comfortable with my new life. I ended up finding awesome friends, a crush that I once again obsessed with, a religious group that keeps reminding me of Allah and a new found freedom that I wish not to take over advantage of. I experienced cold and went on an unforgettable road trip. I drove on a foreign land and I discovered that I can actually cook. Then I went back for one month of winter break where I got to catch up with my family and friends.<br /><br />The next semester was a little different. Some things changed. Relationships became more distant and new discoveries are made. I found out more about life means and what it has to offer. And I learn more things about myself. I'm glad that I experienced all those things. And I'm starting to think that you will discover things about yourself everyday. That you have to realize whats wrong with you and what is it that you're good at. And I know that these coming 2 years will give more of those. I just hope I don't loose myself and the friends I love.<br /><br />But what I am really glad about is that even though I admit I don't really talk to my Subang friends as often as I should, that when I come back, I can just feel so comfortable with them. Like I didn't leave. It feels good to know that your comfort zone is there when you want it. Plus mom has been more understanding with our outings so I have had permission to go out for drinks at night. But Diana and Gg have also left the nest to purse their studies overseas like Farhah and I. Coming back for Spring Break hasn't been as fun without them.<br /><br />I will be back in Melbourne in a few days but stopping by at Sydney to spend 2 days with Fika and KK. I am missing them a lot. A trip to Sydney is neccessary as a getaway from home and school. An in-between if I could call it. I am excited for that.<br /><br />So that is a short recap of what 2009 has been so far. I hope to be more active on my blogging. I'll get back to it. I just haven't had time to sit down and work on my blog for a while and I simply refuse to work with it while its ugly. ahhaha.<br /><br />Salam.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-77680728472340468172009-03-05T09:17:00.002+08:002009-03-05T09:55:47.028+08:00Kehidupan di Melbourne, Australia.I admit that I am probably 2 weeks late for this post. I meant to write a few posts regarding my move to Melbourne University except I didn't have the chance or the time. But I'm at the Giblin Library now waiting for my next tutorial to start.<br /><br />A little anecdote for you guys. I have only started lectures and tutorials on Monday but I already missed a lecture. Haha. I am so horrible. I stayed up until 3am last night knowing I have an 11am lecture the next morning. Yes, I am a super lazy girl.<br /><br />Anyway..<br /><br />I HAVE MADE IT TO MELBOURNE UNIVERSITY!!!!<br /><br />I got here on the 18th of February and I was lucky that mom, dad and Imran were able to come with me. We settled in an apartment at College Square on Lygon. It is a nice place. Very clean and proper. I actually feel very comfortable in that place although a separate room would have been nice. It was too expensive and my roommate (Ayin) and I were not able to afford it. We settled in just fine.<br /><br />The same day dad immediately took the liberty to walk around the streets of Melbourne with me to find the National Australia Bank. We must open a bank account and they don't trust that I could handle that on my own. I'm kind of glad that they didn't. :P<br /><br />The next day we went to Academic Advice Day where I stepped foot for the first time in the prestigious university that I have longed to go for the past 2 years. Its very pretty and massive as well. I got my way around with Ayin and Ili (thats another close friend that I made during the pre-departure briefing). Old friends were met and new friends were made. Truthfully, I admit that I was very much overwelmed by everything that happened that day. It was still surreal to me.<br /><br />The next day Mom and Dad took Imran and I around the Melbourne city because it was their last day there. Dad apparently got very familiar with the trams around the city so he was the one who ushered us around. We went to many different places particuarly shopping areas. It was a good day spent with my family and as much as she won't admit, I knew mom was sad. That night, mom invited Abang Azrieal and Ayin to have dinner with us. Believe it or not, when I passed him at the lobby where he was waiting for us, I totally ignored him because I thought he was a Chinese guy. When he called out my name, it still took me a few seconds to register him. I was wondering how a Chinese boy from China would now my name. AHhahhaAH. No offense to Abang Azrieal.<br /><br />The next morning, mom, dad and Imran came over to my apartment to say goodbye. Before that, mom took me to Safeway to buy last minute things. Before they left, they introduced me to Mom's friend, Mark Freeman. Apparently, he lives about a kilometer away and invited me for Pizza and Movies. I didn't decline but I'd fully consider the offer first.<br /><br />Surprisingly, I didn't cry when my family left. I didn't cry when I left for Australia. I felt so guilty and did try to force out tears but it didn't work. I didn't cry. I think it is simply because I am the second cucu in the family to go off (after my sister) so the whole family kind of already know how and what to expect. Plus, my sister comes back about 3 times in a year so they knew that they would be seeing as often and very son as well. Whats more I live in Melbourne so my uncles promised that they would come visit me here. So its not that I'm too far away. I guess thats why none of us got really overwhelmed. Except probably my cousin Along but she's always the emo one :P ahahha.<br /><br />We spent the rest of the days finding places to shop for food and stuff. We didn't really go all out tour around the city but we did go to the Museum. It was very interesting especially when I got to learn A LOT about the reproductive system. Hehe. The same afternoon we were invited to our senior's house for a high tea. Our sisters of Islam lah kira. They ushered us there and offered so many nice food. Apparently, the high tea was a welcoming session for all the juniors so there were juniors from all universities around Victoria. Melbourne Uni, Monash, RMIT and such. Apparently, almost half of the juniors were from INTEC. hAHAH. But the seniors were very nice as they made sure they made friends with us.<br /><br />The rest of the week was Orientation week. Orientation week was dull and eventful. The first Orientation was a tour around the campus in groups. My group sucked so I spent 3 hours walking and listening to crap. The next day was better because I got to spend it with friends around the uni. We went around for briefings and games and even ate nice BBQ. The rest of the Orientation days were similar. Then Ayin, Ili and I spent one whole day going around the city. Well, we almost got all. We did find a mall called Direct Factory Outlet where we found cheap clothes. A shop named Cotton On was having a clearance sale so some prices dropped from 30 dollars to 5 dollars. We went totally berserked shopping for clothes. I got myself a dress and a sweater. for just about 17dollars. BEST GILA.<br /><br />Last weekend, FAMSY, an islamic federation for student around Melbourne invited us for BBQ at the Hampton beach. I was so excited to hear this because we got to go to the beach, get free food, meet new people and the best part is that Rashid (my ex classmate) was going to be there. The whole morning we ate, laughed and played tip toe in the beach water. It was great. Later we went shopping again before retreating home.<br /><br />Classes start last Monday and I have had such trouble figuring out and constructing my timetable. I was debating on whether I should take my Arabic classes first or do my Music first. So this week I went to both lectures. Arab was simple because they were teaching me the simple letters and characters of Jawi. Alif, Ba, Ta and such. I didn't want to go through a semester learning what I already know but being able to score well in it would really help for my Scholarship Application. Then I sat for my Music lecture and you guys know how I can fall head-over-heels over Music. Sadly, it wasn't as simple as I hoped it would be and I do need to score these subjects as it will be counted in my overall CGPA. I cannot mess up my first semester because I need to score that scholarship. So I thought of taking the Music subejct next semester except they only provide that particular subject in first semesters meaning I have to wait for next year. There was so much confusion so I wasn't sure whats what now. I can't wait for the week to be over so I can sit and figure out what I really need to do. We have until next Friday to finalize our subjects and timetable THANK GOD.<br /><br />Oh by the way, my classes are all askewed so far. Most days I start at 9am and have 3 hours gap for the next. Last class would finish at 6pm. I prefer that way as I have more time in the middle to go back, have my prayers and read some lecture notes. Plus, waling back and forth more often would help with my ambition to get thinner. Except, I'm not sure if I would agree with this in the future when workloads start to pile up. At least I have Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays off. I will post up my timetable when I have the official one.<br /><br />Oh by the way, I went out with Azfar the other day. We went out for dinner and he brought me around the city. It was great to see him again and he never changed.<br /><br />Oh I have to go now. Just so you guys know, Melbourne and Kuala Lumpur differs by 3 hours (Melbourne leads) so if we are going to chat, it'll probably be about 7pm or 8pm for you guys because I don't think I want to sleep late anymore. I shouldn't at least.<br /><br />Ps: I'm working on getting a date with a guy :P More info on that later.<br /><br /><br />SAYANG KAMU SEMUA!!<br /><br />- Melbourne is very cold and windy, my umbrella Broke :(FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-57259043386000167242009-01-28T23:55:00.000+08:002009-01-29T01:54:50.068+08:00Buttterfingers KEMBALI Pergi 2009 - Sesi Istana Budaya Episod SatuI don't necessarily believe in making a list of things to do before you die. I don't believe that I really have that many goals in life. Or rather, I'm just too lazy to list them down. But well, I believe that if I do have a list-of-things-to-do-before-I-die, I would have crossed one off a week ago. The line would say:<br /><br />WATCH BUTTERFINGERS PLAY LIVE AT LEAST ONCE.<br /><br />Yes indeed I have managed to do that a week ago. I was lucky that I surfed my Myspace that day after how many months of abandonment. I did what I usually would do and suddenly I read the HEADLINES on the Bulletin reading "Butterfingers Last Show" posted by Encik Maher. I freaked when I read that Emmett (lead singer) was going to be flying off to Canada for work soon and that Encik Khairil Ridzwan (Loque- musician extraordinaire) will not be coming back from Boston anytime until next year. I snapped and vowed to not miss the show.<br /><br />There was one glitch in my so called plan however. That is that the event was to be held at Istana Budaya on a Saturday/Sunday night. The fact that they chose Istana Budaya as the venue was such good news for me as Mama could not use her normal excuse that it was a dangerous place to be. One problem was that it being in Istana Budaya, it was not going to be a walk-in show like all the other gigs I have been to. Only I found out about that too late and I only had 2 days before the show plays. I freaked out as I read that the tickets were sold out. I prayed to God, I even Nazar-ed to make sure I got it. After so MANY MANY calls from so MANY MANY places, I finally called Istana Budaya one Friday morning (the day before) at 10am and they said that they have less than 50 tickets and the only way I could get it is to go to Istana Budaya and buy if straight off from their hands.<br /><br />I freaked and immediately called a taxi to drive me all the way to Istana Budaya. Apparently the taxi took a wrong road and it lead us to a jam. It took us around 45 minutes to get to Istana Budaya and I was ready to shit my pants for knowing that this could be the reason I wasted a perfect Butterfingers show and rm21. When the uncle got to Istana Budaya, I practically skidded to the entrance. Thank God there were not so many people there. I got to the counter panting and heard the dude on the phone saying that they don't accept bookings anymore and that there are only 10 more tickets. My heart pumped and immediately got my tickets while the Abang Cashier looked like he was so sick of this whole Butterfingers gala. Not a fan. Obviously.<br /><br />I walked out of the building smiling widely to myself under the hot 12noon sun. After that it just hit me that I was in the middle of Kuala Lumpur alone and no one knew about it. It could be potentially dangerous but at the same time I was excited that I was independent. Of course, I contemplated the fact that had the power to just go around Kuala Lumpur and walked for myself a bit, getting to see the place as I wish before I ship myself to Australia. But my sanity got the best of me and I decided to take the train straight back home. I sms-ed my uncle (PakSu) telling him that so called rebellious independent thing I was doing and he promised that mom and dad will not find out how I got those tickets as long as I go straight home and keep safe. I agreed.<br /><br />So everything was all set and I was ready to watch one of the biggest show of my teenage life when two of my friends cancelled on me. Atikah couldn't go because her parents (like mine) didn't like the idea of her going out at night. While Diana wasn't able to go for the Sunday night session because she needed to go back to school by then. I tried to score Saturday night tickets but apparently every other sessions were sold out. Lucky the Sunday night session was what I wanted but my heart pounded again at the thought of asking mom if I could go ALONE. :S<br /><br />After going through a list of potential people I could think of to go with me, I was suddenly reminded of this one Peter Pan concert my uncle took me to a few years ago. It was my first concert, it was at night, and it was in Kuala Lumpur but I got home safe, sweaty and happy. I immediately asked Pak Su if he was interested in joining me and well, technically chaperoning me. Although I was careful not to use that word. Instead, I asked if he would like to ROCK with me. He immediately agreed. My PAKSU is great greAT GREAT!!!<br /><br />Later that day my cousin called me asking me if I had tickets because she wanted to go as well. Of course I agreed as I have always had her with me when I go to gigs (not that I've been to that many really). Everything was set and everything was going to turn out well.<br /><br />- to be continued.....FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-3538447633194914652009-01-28T23:20:00.003+08:002009-01-29T01:54:12.831+08:00Buttterfingers KEMBALI Pergi 2009 - Sesi Istana Budaya Episod DuaApparently, Sunday the 18th was a very packed day for me. The morning started with breakfast with the whole family. Thank you a million for Atok and Opah who managed to come down to Subang for my breakfast. Sayang seribu kali sayang. We spent about an hour together and it felt good as I got to have most of my family members there, gathering like we used to. It was good, it was important for me.<br /><br />Later in the afternoon, dad brought me to Kuala Lumpur Convention Center for the University of Melbourne's pre-departure briefing. I was very excited to go to that event because I was able to meet people who will be venturing into the some-what same future as I will. But I will go into this in another post as this is dedicated to Butterfingers.<br /><br />So I got back around 5.30pm and was anxious about what time Pak Su wanted to go simply because it was a free-seating show and I wanted to get the front seat. PakSu instead picked us up at my place around 7pm and I was really scared that it was too late. It didn't help that he stopped at a petrol station so that we would perform our Maghrib first. It was not that I didn't want to do my Maghrib, its just that I planned to do my Maghrib there and he totally made my plan go askew. But I was glad PakSu did what he did because when we reached there, people weren't even allowed to go in yet. We ended up in a long line but we weren't that far behind anyway which I was glad. During the wait, Raja Azraff called me asking me if I could get a last minute ticket for him, and when I did, he immediately got ready to come to Istana Budaya.<br /><br />Another problem arise, on top of me having totally zero credit and totally zero cash, my uncle, who was in his rock concert outfit (a plain white top and torn jeans) were not allowed to come in as it was suppose to be a formal show and round necks were not allowed. Lucky I called Raja just in time before he arrived to bring an extra shirt for PakSu. So when the crowd were ushered in, my cousin and I quickly dashed in and my uncle waited outside for Raja Azraff.<br /><br />The room was quite small and it was not at all what I expected. There were no seats at all and the so-called stage was floor level and designed in the middle of the round room. Everyone was standing and tall guys were already crowding the front. I pulled my cousin and pushed our way as front as we can only to stop at the back of a dude in a coat and 2 guys in Baju Melayu. When the tall handsome coat guy turned around, I was surprised to find out that it was actually my INTEC school mate, Qassim. Such a small world for him and I to end up at the same part of the room. He allowed us to go in front and I made friends with the two baju Melayu guys, Jubei and Aral.<br /><br />My cousin was too short for the tall guys in front so she pushed her way in front except I couldn't use the too-short excuse as she did so I was stuck at the back. But it was alright as I was still able to see the band and I had a fun time with the three funny guys.<br /><br />Apparently, there were so many rules in the room. We weren't allowed to push, mosh and jump to the rocking music instead we're just allowed to stand, sing along and enjoy. But the night was so much awesome. Kak Dahlia came out with Loque's sister starting the show with a few thanks before welcoming the band out. When Loque came out, I screamed at the top of my lungs. He was probably a meter and a half away from me and I was standing with a very good view of him. The best part was that everyone was singing along to all of their songs and it was awesome.<br /><br />I'm glad they were able to play all the songs in their latest album KEMBALI and throw in some SELAMAT TINGGAL DUNIA tracks and I was also glad that all the songs they played were all the ones that I am familiar with. Ohh I had such a great time singing and screaming, cheering and rocking out with them. They were truly the bomb. Emmett had such great audience connection and he made sure he was being interactive. They also asked us to have one minute of silence for the people who are at war now. We sedekah-kan Al-Fatihah in the middle of the night.<br /><br />My feet were starting to wobble for standing a good 3 hours during the whole night but it was worth it because they really played their hearts out and the audience really sang along and enjoyed the night. At one point, the band went in for a rest and Kak Dahlia and Loque's sister came out again to entertain the crowd for a while. Kak Dahlia went around the audience asking them what their favorite song from the latest album is. When she reached my area, she actually pushed aside the tall guys standing in front of me and holding the mic to my mouth expecting an answer from me. I immediately blurted out MATI HIDUP KEMBALI as my favorite song. Then Kak Dahlia said "Hah, itu lagu favorite saya jugak" and before she went off to the next person, she managed to say "Eyh, macam kenal je dia ni" and I practically gloated and jumped. See Kak Dahlia is Encik Loque's fiance who also happens to be my neighbor. We never spoke but I knew her VERY well. It was such a good moment for me.<br /><br />The night got better after the show. Qassim, Aral, Jubei, Raja Azraff, my cousin and I were all gathered outside the hall waiting for the band to come out and do their signing. We were all joking, laughing and taking pictures when Encik Faza came to Raja. He was talking animatedly with Raja totally ignoring me. Raja even pointed out to him that I was the one who got him (Raja) the tickets but Faza nodded and ignored me once again. After he went off, my cousin pulled me over repeating to me how much she hated the guy and I, for once, didn't feel anything at all. Except probably hatred too. Oh whatever is all I could say to him now.<br /><br />When the band came out everybody was crowding the table but I had a different plan. I went to the backstage door and called for Kak Dahlia. I knew I had to talk to her before lining up with the rest. I spoke to her and apparently, she didn't know me but she knew my sister, who was friends with her sister. I however didn't let that bother me and sembang sembang sekejap with her. I got a photo with her and when I told her I was going to go line up with the band, she told my cousin and I to wait and she will get the band to meet us later. OMG!!! PERSONAL MEETING MAN!!!! I WAS HEAD OVER HEELSSS.<br /><br />So while we were waiting, Kak Dahlia went off to settle other things. Then my cousin and I were talking about what we would say to them when I saw Loque's mom standing alone at one corner. I told my cousin that this is the time to MOOCH a little so I went to strike up a conversation with his mom. Apparently, we got to know a few things about Loque and his life, and PERJUANGAN BUTTERFINGERS from his mom. And I was glad that we made friends with her.<br /><br />When the band was going to go off, Kak Dahlia stopped them and pulled us to them. She actually ushered us specifically to the band and I immediately pushed my way to stand next to Loque. The rest of the band were crowding nearby and my cousin made her bid for the lead singer Emmett. It was so great. But our cameras started to malfunction during the photo op and I was so nervous. But they waited and were patient until they managed to get a proper photo of us. Before I went, I got Loque to autograph my copy of their album cover and I remembered saying "Make more MONOLOQUE songs" and before I ran off, he said "PASTI". I was smiling like a big sheep and went off to my waiting uncle. OHHHHHH It was such a grand night and it was a good day all around. Thank you so much to:<br /><br />> My uncle for accompanying me<br />> My cousin for rocking out with me<br />> Qassim for making the day fun and funny<br />> Raja Azraff for the shirt he gave my uncle<br />> Aral for being friendly to me<br />> Jubei for the awesome (the only perfect picture) I have of the night<br />> Kak Dahlia for the photo op and the wonderful conversation<br />> Loque's mom for entertaining us during our wait and for telling us a little bit <br /> more of the band<br />> Mama for letting me go<br />> Abang Cashier Istana Budaya for having those tickets for me<br />> Uncle Taxi busuk for driving me 45 minutes to Istana Budaya to get those tickets<br />> Diana and Atikah for even considering to come share this experience with me<br />> Encik Maher for telling me about the show and helping me with the tickets<br />> Hazri for trying to help me get tickets<br />> Ayah and Ibu for picking me up from the KTM that day<br />> All the ticket counters people who were selling Butterfingers tickets for taking<br /> the time to tell me the tickets were SOLD OUT<br />> Abang ticketcharge.com for being nice and telling me I had a chance to get the<br /> Sunday night tickets<br />> B U T T E R F I N G E R S for giving a great show.<br /><br /><br />Pictures below.<br /><br />- Saya teramat sayang Encik Loque.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257774.post-43541923920937440842009-01-28T23:00:00.000+08:002009-01-29T02:36:48.083+08:00Buttterfingers KEMBALI Pergi 2009 - Sesi Istana Budaya Foto-foto Berharga<a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n801498306_1180907_3904.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n801498306_1180907_3904.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- promotion Poster<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=DSC02596.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/DSC02596.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Istana Budaya's entrance<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=DSC02600.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/DSC02600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Farisa Roslan K E M B A L I<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n563362569_1261034_1296.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n563362569_1261034_1296.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Nur Amalia K E M B A L I<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=DSC02617.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/DSC02617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Jubei, Aral and Qassim muka blur<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=DSC02604.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/DSC02604.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Mereka mengucap Selamat Tinggal<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n563362569_1261033_728.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n563362569_1261033_728.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Stage set after the show<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=MARIHIDUPKEMBALI1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/MARIHIDUPKEMBALI1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Ending the show = Raja Azraff, Abdul Qassim, Farisa Roslan = perfect picture<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n563362569_1261035_1862.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n563362569_1261035_1862.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Kata Along dia nak posing dengan baju KEMBALI tu, tapi...<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n563362569_1261044_300.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n563362569_1261044_300.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Mrs. Loque = Kak Dahlia and Farisa Roslan<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=n563362569_1261036_2538.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/n563362569_1261036_2538.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Waktu bermakna bersama kumpulan BUTTERFINGERS dan beberapa mamat-mamat yang tidak dikenali<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/?action=view¤t=DSC02636.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v513/fari-fari/DSC02636.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />:- Tandatangan Encik Khairil Ridzwan = Encik Loque = MONOLOQUE<br /><br /><br />I'm throwing in a video for the occassion :) this is my favourite song of the album<br /><br /> K E M B A L I<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz6B0ixVY6k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz6B0ixVY6k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- tak pernah daku rasa begini, seperti MATI HIDUP KEMBALI.FarisaRoslanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00262793634128059630noreply@blogger.com1