My New Year resolutions

Morning guys !

And happy new year !!!

Nothing new. 2017 and still stuck with these two buffoons. I tell you, there's no way out.
I gave up a long time ago.

Reflecting back on my last resolutions, didn't think I manage to blog as often as I promised. I mean, who was I kidding, right ? Fooled myself big time. Every single year.

So this year, I'm not gonna make myself a dum-dum with my silly promises yet again.
Blog more often ? Who has the time to do that these days ? Pffttt please.

And restrain-yourself-from-shopping ?

Oh gullible old Anis. Staaahhhppp. I am laughing so hard. You sweet summer child. You knew you can never do that. What a funny resolution.

It's okay, dear.
It's new year, so let's start with a fresh beginning.

Okay. Let's see what do we have ...
Other than the same-old,same-old resolutions "...to keep my iman, increase the taqwa, spend more time with Quran, make my parents happy, say Alhamdulillah more often, respect my friends and others and... yadayadayada.." , I also added a new one this year.

AVOID PROCRASTINATION. 

It went pretty well this morning, I must say. Quite proud of myself. Woke up early, made nasi lemak. Have the determination to study.
It's going to be a good year.


"Avoid procrastination as procrastination is the thief of time," I chanted to myself a few times. Plus, we have a linguistic paper in a few days and I haven't started anything.
Really needed the encouragement to flame up the fire to study.

"Avoid procrastination as.." turned on my laptop, still chanting, "procrastination is the thief of time. Avoid.." still chanting, cursor clicking on Google Chrome. Typed in 'USM e-learn' and logged in into our portal to check any last updates from the lecturer before I started studying.

"Avoid procrastina..." Actually, why don't I open my Facebook for a while and check my emails. Opened a new tab.

Facebook.
Gmail.
Zalora.
Esprit.
Carousell.
123movies.
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11 AM in the morning and I have watched 3 movies.

You know what,
maybe I should postpone my resolution first. Add it for 2018. I should be able to do that by then.
Shouldn't I ?

A letter to 16 years old Ain Irdina

A letter to the past,

To my dearest cubemate, 

I'm currently writing from the future. I had a very peculiar dream these past few days.

Of you and me munching Hup Seng dipped in Milo , in the middle of the nights.
Of you and me, blocking the entrance of EO to watch movies together every time after exams.
Of you and me, going to surau together, iftar together, terawih together.
Of you and me, talking to each other from the other side of the toilet cubicles.
Of you and me, throwing socks and other things to the cubes beside us.
Of you and me, calling each other with weird names and eventually stuck with 'Kubis'. *God. I still think Lobak is way cuter.
And most of all, in my dream of the past,
I saw us, wondering about our future.
Well, let me tell you about that... I'm not really sure about other future but what I can say about us is; we are still going strong :) 

Past Kubis, don't worry. Things work perfectly fine. You thought you couldn't endure a few things yet here you are, in the future ; couldn't be more contented with what you have.

Thank you for surviving the past years and still be here today. And alhamdulillah, both of us are still alive to be celebrating another year of blessings. 

Dear cubemate, I honestly love you for all the peptalks and gentle reminders, I don't think I can thank you enough. I hope your past self is happy to hear this .
Happy Birthday, from your cutest cubemate (2016)

Swimming right was taken

These past few days during study week, I realized that I easily got tired. 

No joke, guys. 

Even climbing up a flight of stairs can make me run out of breath. You could see me telling the people in front of me, huffing and puffing with " Waaaiii..t." and followed by, "Tha..nk y...ou," as I gasped for more air after they opened the door (connecting doors from car parks to our lobby) for me. 

And, it's only a flight of stairs. 

I don't know why. 

Okay. We all know why. 

I'm no longer in shape ! 

My face is getting more round. And my tummy is not as flat as before. Well, it's still okay but not as flat. I don't want to go further but all I can say, I'm not as fit as I used to be. I used to be able to do more than 10 minutes of jumping jacks and now, I don't even dream of getting out of the bed. 

If before, despite not liking the track, we still went to jog around the campus. All we do now is counting how many more bags of chips left and when should we go out to buy more. 

With us being us, I have to cook more portions of rice too. 

Seriously,

Dear Lord, what has gotten into us. 

So this evening, as we came back from our grocery shopping (again! Oh the irony) and discussed on how fat we have became, we decided to go down for a swim.  

Also, when was the last time we went for an exercise ? Was it 3 months ago ? God. 

The pool looked quite empty with only a few Arab kids playing with each other, so it would be less embarrassing if I couldn't catch my breath after like ... 1 meter. Haha. 

Okay. Should be fine. 

And so we changed into the suit and went down, all giddy to get our skinny old-self back. 

Took the shower. Entered the pool and glided to the other side of the pool. And oh boy. Did.I.get.heavier?

I pedalled so hard and I moved only like a few inches ! Unbelievable. I thought a mermaid would always be a mermaid. Now I know why King Arthur rarely swim here and there. Must be hard for him. 

And man oh man, my prediction was true. I had to literally stop in the middle of the pool and catch my breath (not the while-swimming one. But the I-am-tired-let-us-pause-for-a-five-seconds). 

Seriously, 

Dear Lord, what had gotten into us.

Half an hour later, as these water bugs were doing some in-the-water exercises (gave up on trying to swim at this point) , the guard came to Nana and told her we should be wearing a complete suit. 

"But ,,, we are." 

"With a cap."

"But I'm wearing my tudung. Like a swimming cap, it covers my hair also. Same purpose."

"No. A cap."

Bruh. Are you for real ? 

We told him we're sorry and we won't do it again. He said okay and walked away. 

A few minutes later, another guard came and told us the same thing. But this time, he insisted that we have to go out. 

Okay. 

Whatevs. 

Not that I really wanted to swim anyway. Pffttt.

But seriously, 

Dear Lord, what has gotten into them. 

We used to come here almost every other week last time. And, WE LIVE HERE. When did they change the rule. Why is there no notice or notification? 

So that's it. I'm not gonna swim in a cap. Of course I have to wear tudung. 

Now, maybe we can try going to the gym in the common room. 

Or do we have to strip for the gym too ? 

Urgh. Seriously.

You guys should watch it too

Last night I couldn't sleep and was constantly questioning my state of mind. I mean, after watching Stonehearst Asylum , I'm sure everyone feels the same way.
It was greatly done and I would rate it as 8/10.

Watched it with my other two girls with lights off and I seriously didn't have a clue about what the story was about. Didn't even watch the trailer. 
We were wondering on what to watch and Mayra just popped out "Stonehearst Asylum best." and we're like, "Okay. We'll watch it tonight."

And so we did.
It was not horror.

But it was good.
Just my kinda genre.

Basically, the story is about an asylum and a Dr. went there for his kinda intern thing. I don't wanna spoil anything , so if you're planning to watch, don't even read the descriptions or watch the trailer. Just watch. I watched the trailer afterwards. So many spoilers.


Trust me and just watch it. Well, if you're in the same boat as my genre (thriller but not horror haha) , you will love this movie.  Byeee.

Postponed Me-Time

To be honest, I had to attend an event at SK Sungai Gelugor today. To make the long story short, I had a presentation for my class (also today) and gotta leave the program to others. Felt sooo bad as I really wanna go and join them. But yeah, couldn't avoid the clashes.
Alhamdulillah, everything went well. I wouldn't know even if they lied but yeah, it went pretty well. 

After coming back from our presentation, I was already tired and it's Friday ! Yay to Friyay ! Haha.
Anyway, we changed into our robes, switched on our laptops and started pigging. I was all set for my weekends.

Sepasang Anis.
Anis Fakhira & Anis Farhana

Just before I could hit the upload button on my Insta Story, I received a notification on my WhatsApp,

Deborah asked in the group; "Guys, where's the meeting."

And I was like...
"We have a meeting today ?"
*smashed my head on the wall
What. How. Why. Whennn did they decide this.
God.

"I don't think I can go, Deb," I told my assistant and she told me to rest because according to her, "You sound like you're sick Anis. Have plenty of rest." Yeah. I was so exhausted and worn out by this evening. It had been a super long week.
Thus, I updated Deborah on our department and asked her to inform me with anything new. Since she's my assistant, I'm technically there hahaha so I hope others would understand.
I promise this is the first and the last time, guys. I have never skipped any meeting before.

Just before I could put my head on the pillow, I noticed that Azim had not sent me any photos from the program earlier. *another gelabah itik moment.
I have finished writing the coverage for Utusan Melayu and they're expecting it by this evening. Can't send the write up if there's no photos. And we paid thousands for that. No no. What's he doinggg ? Why I can't reach him ? *gelabah leveled up *run here and there
I'd reminded everyone in the group for a few times already since last night.
And Azim himself agreed to do it.

I started to panic. We promised to submit at 3.

I texted Azim again.
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No reply.

It's already past 3.

Texted Azim again.
.
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Was ignored too.
So I settled other things first.

5.05 pm he replied me, "Why you didn't tell me earlier. I'm out since morning."

-_-  Bruh ? It's your job. I'm just reminding you here to make sure you did your job. 
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And,
6.30 pm, I received the photos. . .

...

Oookaay. Thank you.


Nana had finished watching a few movies already by that time and I was just about to choose one. . .

Anis and Glasses

Again, I lost my glasses.

Here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, with flashbacks of my undertakings from half an hour ago. It sat still on my nose bridge , the last time I can recall.
Maybe it will come back again to me tomorrow. If I sleep. Like it always does.
Or just like most times, maybe Nana and Mayra will come to me with, "Anis. Glasses." like they always do. Well, I hope they will. Cos I can't find my glasses when everything around me is all blurry like a low quality YouTube video.

Last week, while we're on the ride from classes, Mayra wondered how would it feel if we can take off our body parts and have to reassemble them like how we have to put on clothes and tudung before going out.

"If so, you will not only hear me asking 'have you seen my glasses' every morning but also, 'guys, where is my leg?' and 'any idea where i put my ear?'"

I thank Allah for He did not make us do that. Because, me going to classes without nose is possible. Hahaha.

I swear I put them at one particular place ; our dressing table. Still, they're not there whenever I need them the most. I have three pairs (2 in Penang, 1 back at home) but as you might have guessed , their mysterious disappearance is one enigma I can't simply solve. There're times when I lost all three and there're times when I lost only 1 or 2 of them, so I can find the missing one with the available one. But tonight, with everyone being asleep, no one can help me to find them. And here I am, lying on my bed, head spinning to moments and sequences of my routines. Where could they possibly be ?

Are they in a secret meeting somewhere? Are they plotting something against me?Is there any unresolved revenge between us ?

God I wish no.

Or is there ?