The day before tomorrow

Tomorrow is the last exam paper of my whole engineering degree.
4 years of exams and studying ends tomorow.

On a different note : No I have no whatsoever intention to further study. Walaupun Zaza cakap IR Haneysa sounds cool and macho, no, this soul never intend to go there.

I am one lazy kid that survived engineering because the programme includes management and electives subject, which I scored utmost.

There, I said it!

Viva La Vida

Have you ever heard a song with so powerful lyrics that it sounds like a complete story?
I have!

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead,
Long live the king.

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

This comes after the first single, Violet Hill. After X&Y, its like coming for fresh air, having to listen to other than Christ Martin's sappy-and-self-contented vocal (both EP & studio ones are sappy-and-self-contented in a good way).

p/s I dream to go on Coldplay concert with the bf and sang whole night, but now I am satisfied by singing 'Yellow' to each other while walking side by side to the library under stars at night. With files and texbooks hugged tight to our chest. And dreams are so blurry ahead of us. Yet we pulled our best Christ Martin-like voice in the dark.

That can be a pretty goddamn romantic thing to do.

And your skin..ouh yea your skin and bones..
turn into something beautiful..
you know,
you know i love you so,
you know i love you so..

This is not a happy day for me

Today I officially created the new conversion factor.

I was supposed to add up value of 460 to every Fahrenheit degree, and convert it to Rankin.
It is the law of the law, the blood of the blood, the grandmaster rule of Facilities Engineering. It's is like knowing that 100cm is as same as 1 meter.

I have to know that, to proceed with further calculation (conveniently all 3 from 5 questions in the paper required me to do that).
For example,

40 F + 460 = 400 R
90 F + 460 = 550 R

So. Not. Complicated.

But instead, for some magical reason, I wrote 520 instead of 460. Of all the infinite digits, I choose to write down a f*curse*curse*more*hardcore*curse*g five hundred twenty!

At this time, I bet all living engineers will look at me with disgust.
‘How could anybody in our kind do such thing?’
‘Did she hear little voices?’
‘Did she suffer from memory loss?’

I can also picture all the engineers gather together forming some sort of picket line, shouting at me

‘Throw her away! She is not our kind!’

The bitterest part is, that is my last engineering paper and I screw up, real bad.

Excellent conversation

Kakak Excited : Hiiiii Qusyairiii!!! Happy Birthday!! Muah-muah!
Qusyairi : Thank you.
Kakak Excited : Haaa semalam dapat berapa allowance?? Dapat apa lagi? Baju? Beg? Swimming trunk dapat?
Qusyairi : Dapat seribu..
Kakak Excited : Kaya gilaaaaaa. Nak buat apa dgn duit? Nnt Kakni balik Ari belanja tau!
Qusyairi : Ok..
Kakak Excited : Dapat barang2 apa lagi? Bag? Baju ape dapat?
Qusyairi : Baju xxl.
Kakak Excited : Baju apa, Speedo ke, Arena ke, bukan size lah! Apa ni macam tak reti bercakap dalam phone je! (Ok dah marah dah masa ni)

Psssst, it's the famous brother's birthday!

Today is the birthday of someone very famous in this blog. I mentioned him many many times.
My baby brother turned 13 today. Yet his voice still fits his baby-of-the-family position! He sounds just, and still, like a girl!

Mother said he received his SUKMA allowance yesterday and I told him to bring this poor sister of him pergi tengok movie. And of course, I want big cup of popcorn on my own too (no sharing please!) . With fat pocket full of money I bet he's dreaming about a luxurious boat for fishing trips!

He's having semester exam at the moment. But being busy with training, mama dropped him off to school just so he can proceed with his papers then back to the pool.
He was supposed to do his 2-hour-paper but then he called home 30 minutes after the drop-off and..

'Mama jemput Ari boleh...dah habis exam...'

Ciao Darlings!

I miss you too Zurina!!!!
We had HRM Paper yesterday and it was haaaaard!

We ar
e leaving here baby!!!!!

And it was all, yellow.

No I didn’t drown in the moldy pool. And the pool is not moldy to begin with.
And I am not having real-life- greys-anatomy drama, indeed everything is perfectly smooth.
‘When is the next big fight going to surface? This is too good to be true!’

Final exam came knocking last Monday. Unlike past years, this time around I open my arms wide open. It is my tenth final exam, you know. How more bitter I can possibly be?
EIS paper went okay. There are huge gaps between papers so, again, unlike past years I do have some time for extra revision (hopefully, with fingers crossed and no eyes twinking).

Kesedaran comes a little too late don’t you think?
Hence, notice every year I say the same thing?

Internet still sucks, boiling me inside. But I don’t care anymore. However I need to update myself on whats happening around the world. Aftershocks in Beijing, Idris Jala response to Fernandez, and the PM suspiciously weird growing tummy.
Who's cool, who's not, what's new, what's passed. So this embarassing conversation won't happen again
Him : Dia you pakai Gen-2?
Me : Haah
Him : Gen-2 CBS?
Me : Ntah I pun tak perasan plate number kereta dia.

A friend of mine Faera come stumbled across this blog. To her, Welcome Dear!

You awake at 5 am in the morning for a quick spin? Good.

  • Final dissertation must be submitted this Friday and the lecturer just handed in my draft with pretty painful comment. 'Your English is pooooor'. Fine..
  • Studying Project Management is so boring. Once I flipped through the notes my movement starts to slow down to snail-pace.
  • There are new tops in the drawer begging and crying for me to bring them out for a quick movie. Hint terus, Ironman. I said to them 'I love you too much, that's why I don't want you to see the cruel world outside'
  • Someone is thinking of changing his sport preference. I wonder who. I wonder why.
  • Yesterday the computer failed to boot and my heart spinned horrifiedly I swear its the appropiate time for heart attack. When sent to the IT Guru over there, behave pulak dia.
  • I listened to Friends or Sex and The City on iPod during study time. And I giggled, in the library like a crazy person.
  • People in the library amused me. Sometimes I caught them staring at each other, examining each and everyone. So I decide to put down my glasses, everything around is blur hence I can concerntrate more.
  • I like his smell. Not his perfume but him.
  • Kimya Dawson is weird, but I like.
  • I am able to blog since it's too early in the morning, the internet traffic is less, and UTP people are not well known for early to rise!

Exams coming, for the last time of everything

I remembered well last semester I was crazy over Alicia Keys’ As I Am and shuffled the whole album for weeks. The songs were glued in the head and addiction calms me down.

That was the time, exactly, previous final year exam.

And now still am searching for the right kind of songs but everything sounds odd and un-inspirational to amuse me between notes, books and multi-colorful Stabilo pens.
Something that can un-cluttered all the mess on the table. That works stronger than coffee. Makes both feet swing happily and hand writes gleefully on paper.

Do you know cavitation is something opposite corrosion?

Cavitation happens in the impeller of a pump. Where bubbles formed, then these tiny poor bubbles will explode because their surrounding is stronger than they are. Once they exploded, the fluid surrounding them will (nosily) ‘fight’ for a place to fill in the void they left behind. During the ‘fight’ these other fluids will become stronger and stronger and become micro jets. These micro jets will cause the impeller’s surface tiny little holes, thus damage the equipment subsequently.

Isn’t it ironic?
They are so tiny harmless bubbles yet so powerful and destructive.

That’s the first engineering knowledge I’m sharing here and pray I’ll never will again. Hehe.

What is with the word ‘haih’?
I don’t really like it.
The BF used the word during the Gtalk conversation and I can’t help but pointing it out

‘That is a new word coming from you’

I miss my mama

Mother always says eat your vegetables, and get your hands on fruits as much as you possibly can.

Well, but mother didn't provide 'weekly fruits and vegetables allowance' and I used up all the money for healthy food on Ferragamo Incanto Dream that is by the way, smells so fruity and vegetable-ish.

So when I sneeze through the day after a morning swim, despite very hot humid weather,
who should I put the blame on?

Common Interview Question : If you were an animal what would you be?

Last weekend Fifa bought some marinated lamb from home.
While chewing the bits and pieces and licking the bones till dry, I said to her
‘I rasa kalau I jadi animal kan, I nak jadi singa lah’ referring to my love of meat.

And she replied
Little voices tell me she’s not thinking what I’m thinking!

Pre-Graduating Syndrome #3

It's offical.
The ending of an era, they called it.
The end of the END.

As I skipped to the study week next week, I wonder.
Why the hell I don't feel a thing leaving all these study-life and books behind me????

I'm so much scared of what's going to happen. But according to my unpaid cousellor cum active pillow talk partner, it's normal. It's transition. And having to watch other friends undergone earlier scare the shit out of me as well.

To take a deep breath everyone....
it's going to be a bumpy ride....

Bumpy tak bumpy, esok I have a big date with Mr Bf.
Nak pakai baju apa?