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How do I find recent friends' post without having to click on individual names..?
To anyone who can help me:
For quite some time now, I have been facing this problem: when I click to view my friends' collective most recent updates, LJ spits out between 1-5 entries. And I can't even click on 'view previous posts' as it won't allow me the option. Does anyone know how to resolve this problem?
For quite some time now, I have been facing this problem: when I click to view my friends' collective most recent updates, LJ spits out between 1-5 entries. And I can't even click on 'view previous posts' as it won't allow me the option. Does anyone know how to resolve this problem?
Roller-skates
I think it would be cool to have a pair of roller-skates again. I've only ever had one pair, and that was when I was around 7 or 8 years old. I progressed very quickly to roller-blades. Still miss the skates though. Which somehow reminds me, I haven't been ice-skating in years...!
girl-boy interractions
An incident last night involving my 3 year old nephew (Hafiz whom I'll refer to as H2), a friend's daughter who is 4 years old (Atikah-A) and my 5 year old nephew (Haaziq - H1). Here's how the conversation went:-
H2: I want to dance! (then he started this mix of whining and near sobs) I want to dance!
Me: Then Dance!
H2: Cannot..I want to dance with her (points to A)
Me: Okay..then dance with A. A, why don't you dance with H2?
A: Cannot! I can only dance with H1.
Me: Why?
A: Because I am (she points to H1) her girl.
So A has a problem with pronouns. Kids these days..!
Anyway. Haaziq and Atikah have been bullying Hafiz by not permitting him to play with them. Haaziq has also taken on a very chivalrous role. Yup, this morning I overheard him saying to Atikah, "I like you. I like you so I won't say I win." Basically, he's allowing her to win their games now.
I don't remember being so girly or the boys being very boy when I was a kid. We played pretty a-gender roles as kids, as far as I can recall. I mean, the boys might have been rougher, and the girls less daring. But we played together all the same. I remember wrestling my boy-cousins. We used to jump off the swings after getting them as high as possible in my grandmother's house. Cuts and bruises. A win was a win. Boys never gave girls chances nor did the girls try and take advantage of their gender..we weren't as accutely aware of the differences back then. Or maybe, I just didn't mix with boys as often? And so my opinion is not well informed enough.
H2: I want to dance! (then he started this mix of whining and near sobs) I want to dance!
Me: Then Dance!
H2: Cannot..I want to dance with her (points to A)
Me: Okay..then dance with A. A, why don't you dance with H2?
A: Cannot! I can only dance with H1.
Me: Why?
A: Because I am (she points to H1) her girl.
So A has a problem with pronouns. Kids these days..!
Anyway. Haaziq and Atikah have been bullying Hafiz by not permitting him to play with them. Haaziq has also taken on a very chivalrous role. Yup, this morning I overheard him saying to Atikah, "I like you. I like you so I won't say I win." Basically, he's allowing her to win their games now.
I don't remember being so girly or the boys being very boy when I was a kid. We played pretty a-gender roles as kids, as far as I can recall. I mean, the boys might have been rougher, and the girls less daring. But we played together all the same. I remember wrestling my boy-cousins. We used to jump off the swings after getting them as high as possible in my grandmother's house. Cuts and bruises. A win was a win. Boys never gave girls chances nor did the girls try and take advantage of their gender..we weren't as accutely aware of the differences back then. Or maybe, I just didn't mix with boys as often? And so my opinion is not well informed enough.
being enlightened at a wedding
After having at least a half dozen people ask me what I am doing at the moment and plan on doing, I came up with a standardized answer which has evolved from being just an aswer to becoming the real answer. I am going to go back to studies. Just need to find a suitable course and apply for a scholarship/grant. Sounds simple enough. What I need to do is get started. I have spent the last 6 months flipping between the definite 'I am staying here till 2012' and 'can't wait to find something that will help me get out of here'. So...weddings, yup, a place where even if you don't have answers to questions of life, you're forced to come up with them and after a while, you might just reckon that they're the ones you should use in life!
What was funny about this wedding was that...we weren't aware of the wedding ceremony/reception itself. Apparently, it was meant to be on Sunday morning.. Rewind to Saturday night, I baked a brownie cheesecake to take over to my uncle's house. It was his second daughter's wedding. I was dressed very casually in jeans, a yellow vest top and a light shirt over it. Lo and behold, there was a tent set up outside his house; cousins, aunts and uncles all about and dressed in traditional attired... Turned out that the wedding ceremony was brought forward to Saturday night and was to commence at 9pm (night ceremonies are rare!). My Uncle overlooked the fact and failed to call to tell many people. On top of that, the Qadi who was to officiate the ceremony was very late, and several guests including him lost their way as there were 4 other tents that had been set up in the neighbourhood! Finally, when he did get there, my eldest brother was the only one who had his ID on him apart from my uncle. So he ended up being the second witness to the Nikah.
I cried at the ceremony. Well, before the ceremony. Not because I was moved by the occassion. But from embarrassment! I have always been very particular about dressing appropriately for occassions.. Thankfully, mum -who has usual had her senses about her- told me to borrow a dress from one of my cousins. Which I did. They're tall themselves but I ended up looking a bit like I was swimming in the baju kurung..
The reception on Sunday went well. Everyone was happy for and pleased with the pairing.
I look forward to this coming Saturday! Its the reception on the groom's side at his hometown; a village. We've decided to go in three cars as there aren't many who are attending from the bride's side of the family. My uncle is not one to speak out much so we found out that initially it was just his immediate family. Once mum found out, we decided to round up as many of us as we can. We'll show the groom's side!! muahaha
It was quite funny when Dad went up the couple and gave a 'threat' to the groom. Its sort of become a tradition in my family that if one of our female cousins get married, one of the guys are sure to threaten the groom. I remember once gifting a rolling pin to a cousin. She never said anything. Her husband's ever respectful to us though! hahaha
What was funny about this wedding was that...we weren't aware of the wedding ceremony/reception itself. Apparently, it was meant to be on Sunday morning.. Rewind to Saturday night, I baked a brownie cheesecake to take over to my uncle's house. It was his second daughter's wedding. I was dressed very casually in jeans, a yellow vest top and a light shirt over it. Lo and behold, there was a tent set up outside his house; cousins, aunts and uncles all about and dressed in traditional attired... Turned out that the wedding ceremony was brought forward to Saturday night and was to commence at 9pm (night ceremonies are rare!). My Uncle overlooked the fact and failed to call to tell many people. On top of that, the Qadi who was to officiate the ceremony was very late, and several guests including him lost their way as there were 4 other tents that had been set up in the neighbourhood! Finally, when he did get there, my eldest brother was the only one who had his ID on him apart from my uncle. So he ended up being the second witness to the Nikah.
I cried at the ceremony. Well, before the ceremony. Not because I was moved by the occassion. But from embarrassment! I have always been very particular about dressing appropriately for occassions.. Thankfully, mum -who has usual had her senses about her- told me to borrow a dress from one of my cousins. Which I did. They're tall themselves but I ended up looking a bit like I was swimming in the baju kurung..
The reception on Sunday went well. Everyone was happy for and pleased with the pairing.
I look forward to this coming Saturday! Its the reception on the groom's side at his hometown; a village. We've decided to go in three cars as there aren't many who are attending from the bride's side of the family. My uncle is not one to speak out much so we found out that initially it was just his immediate family. Once mum found out, we decided to round up as many of us as we can. We'll show the groom's side!! muahaha
It was quite funny when Dad went up the couple and gave a 'threat' to the groom. Its sort of become a tradition in my family that if one of our female cousins get married, one of the guys are sure to threaten the groom. I remember once gifting a rolling pin to a cousin. She never said anything. Her husband's ever respectful to us though! hahaha
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Editted in (05/12/2005) in order of (dd/mm/yy): Am currently in the last third of my mid-term exams. Once again thinking of leaving some entries as public.
(24/12/2005):Editting the date of this post which was originally posted on the 5th of July, 2005 at 10.18 am :)
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I was told yesterday to get out of hybernation. They said it was a joke after all the argument that I put forward. But really, deep inside there are folks who may believe that I have been doing nada for the last two months. I can't blame them for thinking that way. 70% of all my activities have been indoors. I see no need in interracting with people who mostly matter nothing to me.
Feeling Silly on a Wednesday Morning
I have graduated.
With a first class honours, in fact.
Job prospects - bleak. Why? Haven't applied much. I reckon they aren't good for me here though.
One assessment day, I was amongst the four shorlisted candidates. But the job was not meant for me. And I cannot imagine myself in an advertising environment.
Where to next? Hopefully another country. Being at home can be suffocating at times. I love my family, don't get me wrong. But once you've lived away, things are different when you get back.
With a first class honours, in fact.
Job prospects - bleak. Why? Haven't applied much. I reckon they aren't good for me here though.
One assessment day, I was amongst the four shorlisted candidates. But the job was not meant for me. And I cannot imagine myself in an advertising environment.
Where to next? Hopefully another country. Being at home can be suffocating at times. I love my family, don't get me wrong. But once you've lived away, things are different when you get back.
Motivational Talks
Went to Brunch with a tutor from my first year of university. I played the role of the listener for 90% of the time. He actually was motivational. And I felt the encouragement from him about furthering my studies very helpful. And he wants to help me with my dissertation! Fantastic stuff, but I will have to wait for the bulk of it to be done AFTER easter holidays. That means, I will have to concentrate on everything else first. This is a critical time for me. But what was great was that I now feel motivated to STOP slacking and to start concentrating. Something I miss being directed to when at home. Getting motivational talks from my father and eldest brother is something that I really miss and I did not truly realize till today. Especially after speaking with Pav.
It is nice meeting up with tutors in an informal way. It is nice being told that I have charisma and that he is keeping in touch with me as part of his networking. That reminds me of my value. When in a university of almost fourty thousand students, one can end up feeling quite insignificant. And when you are picked out of many other students (okay, my department is really really small and I graduate with I reckon fewer than a hundred other students in the Sumemer but..).
Anyhow, less contemplation more work. I want to get through at least two chapters of language revision then finish reading The Yacoubian Building for lit class. Tomorrow, I have to prep for its seminar and look at the representation of political corruption in the form of one of the characters in the book. I need serious help and have lots of work to do for that. It sounds like a simple task, but when I a clueless as to the political history of the period that the book was set in... hmmmmm
Off to do Arabic. x
It is nice meeting up with tutors in an informal way. It is nice being told that I have charisma and that he is keeping in touch with me as part of his networking. That reminds me of my value. When in a university of almost fourty thousand students, one can end up feeling quite insignificant. And when you are picked out of many other students (okay, my department is really really small and I graduate with I reckon fewer than a hundred other students in the Sumemer but..).
Anyhow, less contemplation more work. I want to get through at least two chapters of language revision then finish reading The Yacoubian Building for lit class. Tomorrow, I have to prep for its seminar and look at the representation of political corruption in the form of one of the characters in the book. I need serious help and have lots of work to do for that. It sounds like a simple task, but when I a clueless as to the political history of the period that the book was set in... hmmmmm
Off to do Arabic. x
Sun, sun, sun!
It is a sunny afternoon in Manchester. The sun brings much pleasure to those who are often deprived of it. My flatmate is probably quietly seething in her room as my room faces the direction of the sun and my window is situated on the right wall. Whereas she on the other hand even though has the much larger room and the en-suite one too, does not get much natural light filtering in. Her windows are in opposite direction. Small things like that actually bring me some pleasure. Its a way of getting back at her after all that she's done to me and taken advantage of. Her parents have been in our flat since the 5th of December 2009 and they will be here till May. She is not covering more rent but I did manage to make her budge and pay their part of the bills. I have little access to the living room and my friends (if a large group) are limited to coming to my flat only one day of the weekend. Good thing is that everyone is very busy and we mostly meet up outside these days.
I was the passive participant of this whole episode. Right up till end of last month when I went to the Estate agents, the Law Centre AND the Citizens Advice Bureau. And guess what, all of them said that nothing can be done legally since they're my flatmate's guests and all I can do is sort it out with her. Discuss it. That's when I finally gained the strength to stand my ground and tell her what I really thought. She's been friendlier to me since. Not as cold as when I had been passive and meek. I can't believe how patient I managed to be. I even managed tolerating her two sisters here for the whole month of the Christmas holidays. Karma will get back at her. I know that God is All Just and All Knowing so she'll get back what she deserves someday.
Living with randomers is always a big risk. Off to get ready for a lecture. Last day of the Islam Awareness Week and they've got a talk at 5pm titled, "From the Vatican to Al-Azhar'. Should be interesting. They had some free food at the union. MSSM is hosting their annual Chinese New Year open house tomorrow. Should be good! I'm looking forward to eating all the Malaysian food.
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I was the passive participant of this whole episode. Right up till end of last month when I went to the Estate agents, the Law Centre AND the Citizens Advice Bureau. And guess what, all of them said that nothing can be done legally since they're my flatmate's guests and all I can do is sort it out with her. Discuss it. That's when I finally gained the strength to stand my ground and tell her what I really thought. She's been friendlier to me since. Not as cold as when I had been passive and meek. I can't believe how patient I managed to be. I even managed tolerating her two sisters here for the whole month of the Christmas holidays. Karma will get back at her. I know that God is All Just and All Knowing so she'll get back what she deserves someday.
Living with randomers is always a big risk. Off to get ready for a lecture. Last day of the Islam Awareness Week and they've got a talk at 5pm titled, "From the Vatican to Al-Azhar'. Should be interesting. They had some free food at the union. MSSM is hosting their annual Chinese New Year open house tomorrow. Should be good! I'm looking forward to eating all the Malaysian food.
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