I feel so unproductive throughout Hari Raya Haji’s holiday. I mean literally, unproductive (well I don’t mean sexually of course!). Not contributing at all to my family, I mean, I still haven’t had the hunch to like, learn to cook in the kitchen yet. I was just plain lazy for the whole week. Nothing was done, not one tuto not even one note. I haven’t even flipped to see the “ole2x” that my Math’s teacher left me with. I can only blame myself and my best friend a.k.a PROCASTINATION.
GOD!!! What am I becoming!!! I’m just sssooo lazy, I don’t know why?! I still haven’t hit me that I am in a friggin “semi-college” (since I’m studying at CFS, not technically a University yet).
The only thing I’m proud to announce here is that I have finished reading Eclipse, the third installment of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight novels. And for the record, WORLD, I am on TEAM JACOB. I don’t know why? I just tend to root for the underdogs, maybe because I can relate to them or something. From my team, Tottenham Hotspurs to my celebrity crushes. I don’t crush on Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt, I prefer private man like Eric Bana. Anyway back to point, I finally finished all 600 pages! Crazy long, no, more like, SINFULLY LONG! I’m still a little bummed that I haven’t got my hand on the fouth book, BREAKING DAWN. I’m kind of looking forward to Edward’s & Bella’s marriage, I am even more looking forward to how Jacob will deal with all this. Poor boy, I hope he will imprint on a girl who deserves his love more than, BELLA. Bella, stupid Bella!!! Owh well, if Robert Pattison was EDWARD, I might make a biased choice too.
Anyways, throughout a month I haven’t blogged, tons of things happened. Among the highlights was that I was exempted from taking English Level 6, and hooray! My contact hour is 9 hour less (what a relief!) and all my classes from Monday to Thursday starts on 10 am. Owh wait, except for Wednesday, I have Fardhu Ain class at 9 am (sigh). I feel very blessed that my Monday class starts at 10 am, I can go back to UIA from home on Monday instead. The thought of starting the week with a hot shower makes the crazy jam worth it all, despite of the fact that my dad would most likely be driving. Not me (giggles!).
Driving. Drive. Am I a good driver? Well, I am proud to say that I have yet to scratch my family’s one and only car, the NAZA RIA (YET, though hopefully that time would never come). Nevertheless, I admit they were a few, “close encounters” so to speak. I’m not talking an inch, more like, a millimeter. I swear to god, but being the excellent driver I am with extraordinary precision, I manage to avoid any accidents so far. I admit, I still get nervous driving. My problem is that I tinker a lot, like Rafael Benetiz. I overthink. Once my dad hand me the key I get so excited to drive that I even forgot to correct the, “cermin to tengok kereta belakang” (I 4got!). And then it suddenly washed me that, I’m not only driving myself, I’m also driving my parents, and sometimes my cousins and friends. And I realize I’m in control. I have to take this seriously, their life is in my hand. Just one stupid mistake and I cannot say “Sorry20x” and everything will be ok again, its like, DO OR DIE or something. Its life or death, driving is a serious matter. Still, I dream to one day drive like my dad. I mean, he’s an insane driver. I’m not lying, I’m not saying this cause he’s my dad or whatever. But seriously, if my dad was not my dad, I’d still admit he’s a friggin good driver! Like, I honestly think he can go 160km/h with one hand while texting on the other. Heck I wouldn’t be surprised if he can do it with his eyes closed!!! Like last year when I went to Cameron Highland with my dad and my friend Aina, he was sooo “ridiculous” behind the wheels! Everyone knows how the road is, right left right left non stop.
So like we had 3 buses in front of us, what did my dad do, he “potong” all 3 of them! One by one of course, and it was like a horror movie for me and Aina at the back on the passenger’s seat. My feet cannot stop pushing the floor of the car, as if I could influence the brake of the car or something. My dad is the only human being who can be on the wheels and I am confident enough to close my eyes and sleep.
On a much brighter note, this year’s Raya Haji was something. I finally reconnected to a cousin of mine whom usually I’d be to shy to talk to. I mean, we’re both old now and cam, rasa malu lah kan. But its nice, I can finally be myself around him. And its so cool, that’s what family should be about. Apart from that, my mom, my brother and I put our name on a cow. I refuse to see a cow, or in this year’s case, almost all 13 cow gets slaughtered. I will feel like, this intense feeling of sympathy. Which is stupid! I admit, my friend told me how the cows are actually honored to be slaughtered because they’re going straight to heaven.
It was kind of embarrassing this year’s Hari Raya Haji. I cried! I friggin cried! They were 10 or 20 little children at the “slaughtering site” and they all looked at me like I’m stupid. I didn’t cry out loud or anything, I just couldn’t stop tears flowing from my eyes as I see the fear in the cow’s eyes. I probably would feel the same way if I saw my friends being slaughtered in front of my own eyes! I don’t know if I should feel sorry for the cow on my name, it was sooo wild and such a fighter. When anybody tried to be near him/her, it started to “tanduk” them as self defense. He/she was just trying his/her best to avoid being slaughtered, it refuses to die.
Next to me was my mom forcing me to take a video of the whole slaughtering, I couldn’t even look! Nevertheless to take a video?! But I swallowed it all in, after figuring I got a good shot and angle, I took the video and looked away. I couldn’t, I’d feel sympathy thus resulting on me not getting to eat its meat. God I sound barbaric…
I don’t know what else to write, but I promise I shall start updating my blog more frequently. Once a week or something, but we’ll see…
Atiqah’s Name Drop of The Day: My not so secret anymore crush, *beep*
Atiqah’s Song of The Day: Talk by Coldplay
