are u ready ready ready ready ready ready?

feel like hanyut-ing to this today. hehh. :p

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i was youtubing when i came across a weird video about tudung saji and how it was intended to relate to tudung that muslim girls wear. i remember a personal encounter.

a few mths back, i was hanging out with my friends and you know how your friends will bring their new partners to do some show and tell…bla blabla. so anyways, i ended up sitting next to this girl, my friend’s new squeeze. she was very pretty, clad in levi’s tube top and $112 mango jeans (she told everyone) and a proud owner of a Coach bag and purse. we were talking in a big group when everyone suddenly ran out of topic to talk. so pretty girl decided to put me on the hot seat.

pretty girl: hey nurul, do you feel awkward that you’re the only one here wearing that cloth *made selendang around the head actions* on your head.

(pretty girl is a malay btw)
me: TUDUNG you mean? hahha no. why?

pretty girl: you dont feel awkward AT ALL?

me: hahaha. no. its normal to me.

pretty girl: but YOU are the ONLY ONE dressed like this.

me: errr yeah, im used to this. [hello?? i can ask the same to you]

pretty girl: like you dont feel like everyone is like.. ermm, not religious, then you are.. you know..

me: no lah, what you are on the outside doesnt always show you in the inside. *looked at the other friends*

pretty girl: you sure dont feel awkward? i will feel awkward if im with covered girls. like i feel im different.

me: why?

pretty girl: like i want to have fun *made positive face* and they just want to be religious *made blasphemous facial expressions*

me: hahha. you mean “covered”? *made the purdah gesture*

pretty girl: hahha no lah. that one i run away already!

me: errr..hhurr.

she went on and on about how makciks at the train stare at her. and guys from the mosque after prayers looked at her with menacing eyes. BLA..BLA..BLA..by then, the whole group was getting bored of her persistence to make me admit something i dont feel.

pretty girl: so you dont feel like you are out of place. i would if i wear something ppl dont *sounded rather offensive*

me: hahha. i would, if im only wearing cawat right now. hahah.

other friends: *laughed*

pretty girl: whats that? ca.. what?

me: haha nvm.

pretty girl: is that some…err..tudung joke?

me: [BONUSSS!] hahhaa nvm nvm.

gosh.

but this is not my first time dealing with this kind of girls. i’ve met more. like they are SO proud that they are not wearing tudung, like as if they are flaunting their ‘freedom’ or ‘modern-ness’. and they just have to make you feel uncomfortable by saying things which appear innocent but at the same time, disrespectful.

honestly, i dont give a toot if you wanna wear tudung or not la. or if you want to wear sassysassy.. as long as its nice to seee. heeee. hahha.

sometimes i feel like these non-hijabed muslim girls are paranoid and they think that all hijab girls are judging them. they think we are always staring at them for not being ‘religious’. RELEKK SUAAA. we have better things to do, like making sure our ‘bumbung’ is upright. haha.
i didnt even feel like that before i don the hijab. neither did many of my hijab-ed gfs. so i concluded that these girls are paranoid and…too self-conscious or maybe cos of their guilty conscience or maybe jealous that they havent got enough confidence to don the hijab.

coaches’ outing

i dont quite intend to pen down my daily unnecessary-for-anyone-else-to-know musings here. but considering that you whos reading is most prolly a close friend who’ll eventually hear me talking all these stuff, i thought, wth. hah.

yesterday morning my mum came into my room at ard 9 to wake me up cos we’re going for breakfast. gosh i felt so liaaaat, i mean, my breakfast is always at 11am normally. so anyways, my point is, i realized that my family (my parents and i in this case) doesnt eat dinner together like most families, but we eat breakfast together very often. i find that having meals together is really therapeutic. you laughed, talked and even quarreled over it. but i still enjoy it. but i know nenek always say that we shouldnt quarrel before the food cos the food will get ‘hurt’.

next up was my visit to tailor amy’s place. its 2 mths away from syawal (hari raya) and i havent planned what to do the cloth i have and because i’m not the kind who buys at the ramadhan bazaar, i began to panic. haha. so yeah, makla, i have found a tailor to sew them for me. alhamdulillah. i wonder why do i actually spend so much like $100 plus for each set of baju when i never ever bought any other clothes that cost more than $50 when i shop. and to think that that i only wear my baju kurungs like…at most 3 times a yr? the money i spend on each set, if translated to food for those who fast, wow, i can feed so many mouths. sometimes i wish that i have the strength to subdue my material needs.

ok so the first highlight yesterday was meeting the other coaches for lunch and movie. the peer leaders who were supposed to be present backed out last minute much to our disappointment so thank God the Dark Knight was worth my $8. the movie spreads for 2 hr plus and since i didnt wanna miss a sec, i held back my piss like the kariba dam held its waters. and christian bale is definitely worth all my 2 hrs and piss-holding. haha. gosh, i remember watching him in The Machinist and thought that even with those piano ribs, bony limbs and chilling stares, he still, erm, looked not that bad. a wondrous transformation from skeletal to drop-dead-hunky-gorgeous. wow. the best scene, albeit tooo abridged was of a hot dude whipping a lambo, wow. my subtle dreeeaaaam future. haha.

oh did i say i saw a boxster cruising along sembawang road only to be honk-ed at for making such a traffic-derailing U-turn with a speed of absurd terkedek-kedekness? aaah.

that aside, i dont know if you all know that i have some kind of clown phobia. i despise PACO FUNWORLD, cos all i remember bout it was a dark room with scary clowns. so watching the movie was like an attempt to fight some inner fears. dont you think clowns are scary?

i’ll blog about something else more interesting in my next entry. wait.