Salam everybodehhh! :D

Just now, I saw this dark blue Vespa at the carpark. So sweet, so pretty, so classy. Hahaha. Soon after that, I exclaimed to my mum, "Mak! The Vespa's so pretty! Can I take a motor licence? Pretty please!" Then she said, "No no! No nonsense!" Haiyaaaa.

Obviously, she wouldn't want me to ride bikes. I mean, motorbikes. Same goes for my dad. Howells, its okay. I can feel my parents. I know why they wouldn't want me to ride bikes. Simply, riding bikes is very dangerous. That's what many people say. And I feel that way too. It's just that I have some interest in bikes, you know. I like Vespas & Scrambler kecik (smaller version Scrambler). Hmm, I don't know what's the model for Scrambler kecik. Hahaha.

Nights everybodehhh! :D

Salam everybodehhhhh! :D

Today's already 16th January. Gosh, Silat friendly with NYP in a week's time. 23rd January is the day. Hopefully, I can perform much better this time; I hope even better than my performance during friendly with TP. Cause, during TP friendly, I was kinda using so much of my punches that I didn't use my long legs to my advantage. Certainly, being tall and having long legs will provide you with many advantages. Hmm, that's what most people say. And, and I have long legs with length of 92cm! Long, rightttt? I know. Hahah! ;D

Below shows my friendly match with my opponent from TP on 24th December last year. I was in the blue team & she was in the red team. She's good, you know! Cause she always got hold of my legs and would try to make me fall. Always. Countless times. Haiyaaa. Powerlah! Also, each time I hit her vest, I tend to run away. Hello, this is not about being a coward okay! This is just a strategy called 'hit-and-run'. (I'm trying to defend myself here. Haha!) Nevertheless, I'm happy cause I could make a succesful sapuan that eventually brought her to the floor. Okay, sapuan means the sweeping of the leg. (Yeah, indeed a successful sapuan. But my shin has to pay the price for it. A lump and a lebam! Haha, sakit gileee dok!)

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Just now at school, I gave Nas a dress and a handmade card as her birthday presents.

But I was very happy to know that she liked it though it was a super-belated birthday gift. Haha.

Nonetheless, its the thought that counts, right?

If she's happy, I'm more than happy.

:D

Till here then. I'm gonna somersault to my bed now. Goodnight & sweetdreams.

Peace be upon you;

I feel sooo bad. And I feel that my mind is very disoriented at this very moment. I've been acting evil and naughty this past week. Haiyaaa, I don't know how to describe this feelings within myself. Syafinah, Syafinah, what is wrong with you? At one minute, you were so bubbly. And now, you were down in the dumps.

Pity Shaz, she had gone home to take her silat stuff and then offered to take my bengkung from my house. And she did. It was very, very nice of her.

Admittedly, I'm feeling guity now. Just now during lunch, I motivated her to go for silat training but in the end, it was me who didn't. Oh my,guilt is killing me. Please.

She tried to hold back but failed. On the outside, it was not raining. Not even a single sign of rain. However, in her heart, it was raining. A heavy downpour, she could say. She could take it no more and thus, resigned to just let it go. One by one. Bit by bit. It flowed like a stream till it stopped. By itself. Eventually.

She was caught in the heavy rain. No shelters in sight, nowhere to go. And she realized, there were others who were also caught in the rain. Some were frantically running to seek for shelters while others took the opportunity playing in the rain; enjoying themselves. And the few lucky ones were slowly walking through their way under the heavy rain cause they had umbrellas ready in hand. Somehow they knew that it was going to rain that day.

She didn't know what to do. Whether to seek for shelter? To play in the rain? To just let herself caught in the rain? But deep down in her heart, she didn't want to be caught in the rain for long and was praying that someone would actually offer her an umbrella so atleast, she could protect herself from the rain and from there, she could reach her destination without being so drenched.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and smiled. No more anxiety on her face. She knew that God was listening to her all this while cause her prayer was already answered(:

Salam Alaik to all!(:

Haiyaaa, blogger is being very naughty for the past few days. Cause can't upload photos and stuffs. I'm not whining, but please blogger, one of my resolutions this year is to update my blog regularly (at least once in 3 days? haha). So yeah, don't dampen my spirits please. Please please!

& School was okay. Very normal. Haha. Not a bad start for a new term. Hopefully, things won't go wrong for this term. Amin.

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Okayokay, now let me tell you a story.

This story happened on New Year Eve. A girl, her mum and sis were eating at KFC, Bugis. KFC was very packed at that time so they had no choice but to sit at the long table. You know, when you sit at the long table which has many seats, high chances that strangers may sit with you, or even, sitting beside you.

That girl was queueing up to order food when a guy in yellow Armani Exchange t-shirt caught her attention. He's fair and has flawless skin. At once glance, he looked like some superstar who had alot of girl fans. But sadly, he was wearing shades. BIG shades. So the girl couldn't really see what's behind his shades, i mean, what's lying in his eyes. Nonetheless, the girls' eyes and his shades met and they smiled. Orang kate, senyum tu sedekah. Direct translation: Smile is a donation? Hahaha, sorry, the translation seems very weirddd.

After ordering, the girl had to take her own chilli sauce at the other counter. That was where she bumped into that guy. Somehow, the girl smiled to herself. It was to her surprise that the guy and his friend was sitting at the long table, next to them. Hohoho! The girl tried to regain her composure and act normally.

The girl, her mum and sis were happily eating and chatting away when they heard a soft, low voice greeted them. "Assalamualaikum, korang ni orang Singapore ke?" (Peace be upon you. Are you guys Singaporeans?" The girl was stunned and her mom, being shy, asked her daughter instead to reply back to him. The Armani Exchange Guy. The superstar guy was talking to her(:

And so, the conversation started from there. He asked quite alot of qestions and the girl replied with what she could reply. From interesting places in Singapore to school stuffs to his hometown to the buildings outside the KFC and etc, the guy and the girl chatted quite alot. Infact, the girl's mum said to her before, "Don't talk to strangers." But that day, right under her nose, her daughter was happily chatting with a stranger. Hahaha. And one thing that the girl found him 'daring' was that he complimented the girl's mum by saying, " You look young. I thought you're a friend to your daughter. But don't worry Aunty. I'm just complimenting you. Hahaha." The girl chuckled after the guy said that. And smiled to herself. Again.

In the middle of conversation, the girl could hear whispers of the guy's friend. He was whispering, "Eh. Ask her for email address lah. Or faceboook." The guy replied, "Don't want lah. Her mum is here you know." Hahaha, the girl laughed silently upon hearing that.

Through the conversation, the girl learnt that the guy in the yellow Armani Exchange t-shirt has a Diploma in Accounting. He lives in KL. His mom's hometown is in Segamat, Northern Part of Johor Bahru and has relatives in Yishun. He works in HR department and is studying part-time. See, how much more can a stranger know another stranger in less than an hour?

It was almost an hour. The guy had finished eating and had to go. Before going off, his last words were, "See you again. Goodbye." In the girl's heart, "You tell me, when can I ever see you again?" Upon that, the girl's eyes followed the footsteps of the guy till he was nowhere in sight. And sadly, they didn't exchange emails.

And suddenly, "DANG! I don't know his name. And he doesn't know my name either. Howells, what to do. I would just call him Armani-Exchange-Guy-at-the-KFC."

So this is the story of the conversation between 2 strangers who didn't ask for each other's name. Yet, definitely a fruitful conversation(:

Thank youuuuu for reading! :D

Salam Alaik everybodeh! :D

okayokay, it's been more than a month since I last updated. been quite busy, i guess. so yeah, please remind me to update! hahah.

tomorrow will mark the new term of school. hurhur. howells, more projects & assignments & tutorials & more presentations. in CCA wise, more Silat trainings and more MLS meetings. wow! brace yourself, syaf. i know you can do it!

goodbye 2009. hello 2010.
in a nutshell, 2009 is a year whereby i learnt lots of stuff. like seriously. experience taught me. in terms of boys (haiya, don't wanna ramble on it any further), school (poly life is so so much different from secondary school. accept it beb!), religion (thanks to my beloved friends who guided me through(:) and family & relatives (there's always misunderstandings but with this, you'll treasure your family even more.)

2009 is the year whereby many friendships are forged. my Silat peeps, my MLS mates, my classmates and even friends from other schools and kendarat and events(for example, CPR!). & kampung melayu! and i can feel that as the days pass, my friendship is getting stronger. Alhamdulillah! but don't worry, memories with my old friends are still etched in mind. how can i forget my girlfriends in secondary school, namely, Amirah, Syahidah, Alyssyah, Fatimah, Hanis, Syahida and many others. love you girls(:

Above is the Kampung Melayu.
Below is the Publicity Team for CPR.