A New Friend ???

YOU BETCHAAA!!! Greetings~

Someone will join me & Iman in this informative, intercultural exchange journeyy.. Yeayy~~ InsyaAllah, she will join us after the mid-semester break as she is busy with all kind of things. MAIGOOSSHHH SOOO EXCITEDDD!!!! *can't emphasize more in the caps lock and extreme addition of alphabets*

*hint* Non-Malaysian, Non-Indian, Non-Arabic (as all the criteria are occupied by either me or Iman) ... #Varieties

* s p o i l e r *

  

Sketching Personalities on Paper

Greetings~

Hi there! Here we go again, another interesting activity in class: Draw yourselves, from memory alone and in 5 minutes! With as much details as we could incorporate into our masterpiece. It sounded fun so we just as we were asked to!

The session was funny, with everyone figuring out what they looked like, "which part of the face that I have moles on", "how crooked my smile is.. towards the left or right?", "whether my eyes are squinting or not..", "how big my nose is??", etc.
 We recommend you to try it too! Trust us, you'll realise that there are plenty of things you didn't know about your own face!

At the end of the drawing session, we were questioned on what aspect of our face did we first draw.
Honestly, that question seemed irrelevant. Why bother about what we drew first, the final image is what counts, isn't it!

But apparently, psychology says that it somehow reflects our inner desire! AHAHHH...can u believe it!

Wanna know what we got?

THIS IS ME, HASNY!!! ...Did I drew myself correctly??? Yea, I know I need to draw my nose bigger though. Sobss.

I drew my spectacles first. My justification is that, it is easier to measure & determine the size of my face if I drew the spectacles first (ration of the distance of both eyes and such). Plus, I adore my own eyes if I were to compare with other parts of my face #narcissism

HOWEVER! Dr. Fiza said that.. Those who drew accessories first (such as spectacles & jewelries) -> deep inside, they are craving for LIMELIGHTS!!! *GASPS*

*self-reflection* Reallyyyy?? *judging myself*

And, this is me, Iman! Not that I ran out of time to draw the organs on my face, I'm just a really pathetic artist, and a lazy one at that too!

I drew the outline of my face first, as that's what determines the positioning of the rest of my facial features.

Dr. Fiza told us that those who prefer to draw outline first are usually guarded, always goes by the book and confident!
Won't deny, it's pretty much accurate!

(P.S. Forgive the unwanted doodling- my pencil can't stand still!)

SO YEAH...

I got 'attention-seeker' kind of personality and Iman got confident. *a little bit of jealousy there* huhuhuuu

Whatever it is, I still love you, buddy!!!!!!

Who Am I?

Greetings~

First of all, me & Iman would like to apologize for being M.I.A. most of the time!!!!!

Too occupied with activities inside and outside UIA, visa issues etc etc. Too many posts saved as drafts!

hhaaiiisshhhh we need to double check all the posts... *jotting down in virtual diary*

ANYWAY,

Just like in every other class with Dr. Fiza (that's our cool lecturer!), we were assigned interesting task- write a poem. Poem on 'Who Am I?'  Sounds simple, isn't it? Curious, aye? Hahaa.. But you see, we are both creative people in our own ways, but creativity doesn't flow out freely from a tap in our brains. It's frozen and dormant, stubbornly hiding behind a writer's block. Soo...we are sharing with you something we had written eons ago. (Okay, not that long, but pretty long back!)

And since this piece of "art" of ours is ancient, written at a time when we were young and naive, pretty and nimble, we promise to post something more recent, later. Something that reveals the girls (or ladies :p) we've grown into now. Until then, #WeRemainMysterious  #BeingMysterious (#EnoughWithTheHashtags)

 #mysterious .

So, bear with our random 'creativity' (spoiler alert, mine could be depressing & Iman's could be... a little abstract)

Iman's : A Little Child

There hums a little child,
a song lost in her dreams.
There hums the little child,
a tune drowned in her wake
There she sleeps, deep down
Lost in my past.
But, I listen closely, and
there hums a little girl in me,
I let her sleep.
While I grew up.

Hasny's 

I am a human. I am alive. And I am a daughter.
I am a teen. A complicated one. And I am a lover.
Yes. A lover. 'Love'.
Inside, it feels like a flock of flying pure, white dove.
Of course it is the work of the Dopamine & Oxytocin
And enjoying the lovely, sweet feeling is not a sin.
I have a wonderful partner, a charming good-looking sweetheart, and makes my insides fly.
Though sometimes we face conflicts and dramas, well mainly because I'm a lady and he is a guy.
I am grateful. I am pleased. And I am sure about it till we die.
Though now..
I am a human. I am alive. And I am a daughter.
I am a teen. A complicated one. And I am a heartbreaker.
Yes. A heartbreaker. 'Heartbreak'.
Inside, it feels like a losing team that go on gambling with its life at stake.
Of course it is the work of depression-talking.
And it is never wrong wanting to save the relationship, still loving.
He is still a wonderful partner, still a charming good-looking sweetheart, and still makes my insides fly.
Now we are facing conflicts and dramas, but is it mainly because I'm a lady and he is a guy?
I am confused. I am discontented. And..am I sure about it till we die?