AWAY.

I'm afraid this blog is

ON HIATUS.

P/s: will be back soon for sure.. hehe

xx,

Fifah Junaidi

the colours of life :D

here are just some of the information that i grabbed from the internet.. i'll just put some of the colours here, so enjoy (:

RED

Red has more personal associations than any other color. Recognized as a stimulant, red is inherently exciting and the amount of red is directly related to the level of energy perceived. Red draws attention and a keen use of red as an accent can immediately focus attention on a particular element.

How the color red affects us physically

• Increases enthusiasm

• Stimulates energy and can increase the blood pressure, respiration, heartbeat, and pulse rate

• Encourages action and confidence

• Provides a sense of protection from fears and anxiety

BLUE

Blue is the overwhelming "favorite color." Blue is seen as trustworthy, dependable, and committed.

The color of ocean and sky, blue is perceived as a constant in our lives. As the collective color of the spirit, it invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming. However, not all blues are serene and sedate.

Electric or brilliant blues become dynamic and dramatic -- an engaging color that expresses exhilaration. Some shades or the overuse of blue may come across as cold or uncaring.

Indigo, a deeper blue, symbolizes a mystical borderland of wisdom, self-mastery, and spiritual realization. While blue is the color of communication with others, indigo turns the blue inward to increase personal thought, profound insights, and instant understandings.

Blue is the least "gender specific" color, having equal appeal to both men and women.

How the color blue effects us physically

• Calms and sedates

• Cools

• Aids intuition

GREEN

Green occupies more space in the spectrum visible to the human eye than most colors, and is second only to blue as a favorite color. Green is the pervasive color in the natural world, making it an ideal backdrop in interior design because we are so used to seeing it everywhere.

The natural greens, from forest to lime, are seen as tranquil and refreshing, with a natural balance of cool and warm (blue and yellow) undertones. Green is considered the color of peace and ecology.

However, there is an "institutional" side to green, associated with illness and government-issued green cards, that conjures up negative emotions, as do the "slimy" or "bilious" greens.

How the color green affects us physically

• Soothes

• Relaxes mentally, as well as physically

• Helps alleviate depression, nervousness, and anxiety

• Offers a sense of renewal, self-control, and harmony

PURPLE

Purple embodies the balance of red's stimulation and blue's calm. This dichotomy can cause unrest or uneasiness unless the undertone is clearly defined, at which point the purple takes on the characteristics of its undertone. With a sense of mystic and royal qualities, purple is a color often well liked by very creative or eccentric types and is the favorite color of adolescent girls.

How the color purple affects us physically

• Uplifts

• Calms the mind and nerves

• Offers a sense of spirituality

• Encourages creativity

BROWN

Brown says stability, reliability, and approachability. It is the color of our earth and is associated with all things natural or organic

How the color brown affects us physically

• supplies a feeling of wholesomeness

• stabilizes

• provides a connection with the earth

• gives a sense orderliness

WHITE

White projects purity, cleanliness, and neutrality. Doctors don white coats, brides traditionally wear white gowns, and a white picket fence surrounds a safe and happy home.

How the color white affects us physically

• Aids mental clarity

• Encourages us to clear clutter or obstacles

• Evokes purification of thoughts or actions

• Enables fresh beginnings

BLACK

Black is authoritative and powerful; because black can evoke strong emotions, too much can be overwhelming. Black represents a lack of color, the primordial void, emptiness. It is a classic color for clothing, possibly because it makes the wearer appear thinner and more sophisticated.

How the color black affects us physically

• makes one feel inconspicuous
• provides a restful emptiness
• is mysterious by evoking a sense of potential and possibility

GRAY

Gray is the color of intellect, knowledge, and wisdom. It is perceived as long-lasting, classic, and often as sleek or refined. It is a color that is dignified, conservative, and carries authority. Gray is controlled and inconspicuous and is considered a color of compromise, perhaps because it sits between the extremes of black and white. Gray is a perfect neutral, which is why designers often use it as a background color.

How the color gray affects us physically

• Unsettles

• Creates expectations

Stories for the day.. :D

My Revenge

Roxanne has many things to deal with, including her b-day. The anniversary of her family’s murder.

I sat on the park bench, thinking hoe weird it was that the murder happened exactly a year ago. I was letting myself think of all the things that happen that fateful night. We were eating cake while I played a new game that I got as a gift. For, it was my birthday. Then we heard a knock on the door, and men with guns came busting through the door. They tied us all up on chairs. They were asking Daddy about this "Shadow" thing. That’s when there boss walked in. He said that we had nothing to do with this, so he told them to kill Mom and Dad and to take my sister to a different room. They killed Mom and Dad right in front of me, slicing their throats. He then look at me and said,

"Looks like this is the birthday girl" he looked at the cake, seeing my name, "So how old are you Roxanne?"

"I am fourteen today." I answered not caring since I knew I would die anyway.

"Well since today is your birthday," he said, bending down, looking into my eyes. "I will not kill you, as a gift for your birthday."

And with that the man knocked me out. I woke the next morning in a hospital bed, my grandma and cousin sleeping with their heads on the bed. Since then I have lived with me Grandma. I have never cried since then, I only have nightmares.

Then I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. I griped my Dad’s old pocket knife harder and harder after I pulled out of my pocket. I felt a hand on my shoulder, which caused me to jump up and put the knife to his throat. Only then did I find out who it was. Derek.

I felt ashamed of myself. I turned out to be like the very same man I swore to kill. To ashamed, I pulled the knife away and ran. Then I began to cry while I ran. I stop to make sure, and to my surprise I was. This was the first time I’ve cried in an entire year! I was sitting down, crying my eyes out, when I felt Derek pry the knife out, I loosened my grip so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He pulled onto me onto his lap. I didn’t regain control until it was dark. I stood up, Derek unwillingly letting his grip loosen, grab Dad’s pocket knife, and walked away, putting my hair into a bun.
"Where do you think you’re going?" Derek asked, jogging to catch up with me.

"Home. It’s about time I should be back." I answered after I finished putting my hair up.

I was about to cross the street when Derek pulled me back before a car whizzed by.

"You should have let it hit me." I said blankly.

He spun me around, looking into my eyes, furious.

"And why should I have done that Roxy? Huh."

I shook his hand off and said, "Because I should have died exactly a year ago."

I ran, not caring if I was hit or not. When I got back to my Grandma’s house, I saw a bunch of cars. Assuming the worst, I ran into the house, only to find a party. My party. My Grandma looked surprised.

"Well, I thought Derek would for warn us before you came, since it was his idea." She said with a smile on her face.

Outraged, I ran downstairs and started to play the piano after I locked the door. About an hour passed before I heard Derek.

"What she stormed downstairs? I thought she would love it! She always loved surprises,"

"Wait? Are you telling me you intended for this to be a surprise!?" My Grandma was furious.

"Yeah. Why?"

Grandma told him the story. I could tell she was done even though I was still playing. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and instantly stopped. Then I heard someone talk after they jiggled the handle. I was proud of myself for thinking of that.

"Roxy? Will you please listen to me?" Derek asked after another failed attempt to opening the door.

I refused to listen. I got up and decided to go to bed. I woke up later that night, screaming. I dreamed that the same man who chose not to kill me on my last birthday, had come back and not just killed me, but my also Grandma, right before my eyes. He slit both of our throats and we watched each other die. I shot upright, holding my throat, and began to sob. Next thing I knew someone wrapped their arms around me. I pushed them away, rolled off the bed and grabbed my Grandpa’s old hand gun, made my way to the light switch, and turn the light on. When I saw who it was, I collapsed onto the floor. I pushed the gun away, ashamed.

"I am exactly like you." I said before I began to sob again.

One of my favourite-short-stories though:)

Return of Paradise.
Eliza Riley

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.

But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.

Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?

The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

< 2 >

Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach.

Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.

She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

< 3 >

Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.

They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.

Scream and shouts ..

So yea, last night my family and I went to Medan Selera or Tamu Selera (i'm not sure what's the name actually. hehe :p) at bandar for dinner... As what i referred as "a night of pouring foods." hehe :p the weather was pissing with rain and I, actually don't have any ideas that we are going to have our dinner in cold :P I insisted that we should change the location but since it was my bro cuzn's treat, so yea, I have no right to do so.. :D well anyway, the food was fabulous and I have to admit that I couldn't stop myself from eating and eating.. HAHAHAHAH. :P imagine how hungry I was at that time.. hehe :P so, thanks to bang Dannie and Kak Azy for the treat. :) Really had my stomach full last night.. hehe :D

then zoom back to my g.parents to have our sleepover and melabatzzzz again... haha :P we ( Nadia, Navilla, Kufil, Haziq, Nabil, Bibih, Nadhirah and kak Najwa) had sleepover at our grandparents again to watch those horror movies.. kak eway were busy with her lappy, whilst us were screaming and yelling like a lunatic... HAHAHA not to forget SWEARING too.. HAHA think I need to emphasize the word "swearing" here as most of us were swearing uncontrollably. HAHAHA very emotional indeed.. and i just cant understand why horror movies tend to be sooooo stupid and irrational... like what the heck.. anyway, while we were busy shrieking and cursing, Kak Najwa tend to be rigid in her position hating the way of those "horrified" people in the movies screams.. LOL.. i know i'm being so melodramatic here.. dun bother :P haha :P we finished watching those movies nearly 12.30 am and we were so exhausted already.. Nadia demanded for another watch but I, seriously couldn't make it.. hehe then finally went ZZZzzzZZZ.. :p but i don't know why my sleep tend to be disturbed last night.. i tossed and turned restlessly on my bed remembering those horror scene in my dreams.. Damn it! :s but overall, i really had my good time last night.. hehe :P and for sure, I can't wait for it to happen again..
P/s : cuzzen-cuzzenku labatzzz, bila lagi chill d rumah nene? :p

and the school will be re-open tomorrow.. goddd... i'm sooo not ready for schooll. and tell u what, i'm going to have my test for History again tomorrow.. phfft. what a subject.. can't we just have a break sir? :s and guess this year will be the important year for me as i'm going to sit for my A'level examination soon.. so wish me the best of luck people.. :)

xoxo,
Fifah Junaidi.

a glimpse of thought :)

God! 1 more day to go and my blissful holiday will be over... sigh.. i'm soooo not ready for school yet :s i bet you guys feel the same way too right? i mean, no one is.. hehe i can tell u that :D thinking of my unfinished assignment and my upcoming test is torturing me already.. I dont know how should i feel about it... I'm so emotion-less and unproductive this lately. :( like i said before, how i wish time could slow down a little bit.. Just a bit... pleaseeee :s

Assignment.. trapped by the thought of my unfinished assignment make me feel guilty.. God, its not that i haven't do them yet, i do. But frankly speaking, i think i'm not enjoying myself in doing them like i used to be and i think that err.... i'm not satisfied with my work yet. :s it sucks you knw.. when you're working on something serious and full of dedications, but later it turns out that its not likely worth it for you. then dammmmmnnnn it!! sigh day by day, i can't helped but to think of how to finish it.. some ppl may just say, "oh yeah, just finish them off. its freakin' easy you know," or simply said "hentam saja tiaaa," No.. that's not likely for me.. altho the deadline will be somewhere at the end of this January, i need something to add on.. something... and one thing i would like to point out about my principle is, I'm not likely to change anything for the sake of making ppl happy whilst I'm not when i'm doing it. :)

well, for today, i can't wait for our gathering again tonight at my nenek's. weheeeee going to watch again those horror movies and melabattzzzz again :P hhehehe

so yea, till here then..will write again soon :)

P/s : dun bother.. just some of my personal rants :P

xoxo,
Fifah Junaidi

New Year celebrations at Grandparents

31st December, 2008 -- 1st January, 2009

I feel like blogging today... so yea, here I am... updating these bloggy thingy.. so yea, we were having our new year celebrations at our grandparents last wednesday. All the cuzzens , aunts and uncles were there .. all of the sudden, the house seems to be full of people laughing and teasing each other. the "old" us are back again! what a moment to share. :) so yea, we started with the reciting of surah Al-Fatihah and Doa selamat. soon after that, we had our dinner, karaoke , bbq and birthday celebrations for those who had their bday during this december period. We were enjoying ourselves singing and dancing.. hehe :D whilst Nadia and Nabil had their New Year Party at Rizqun but later managed to arrived at nenek's approximately 12.30 am. Had a sleepover at G.parents & kak Najwa and I were still up for the karaoke mode until 4.30 am.. can u believe that? 4.30 am - we were still singing like a dimwit. :D others had already sleeping at the other living room. finally went ZZZzzzZZ at 5 am.. :D thanks to Angah Yus for the Karaoke and Kufil for the random shots. :) so yea, here are just some of the pictures of the day.. :)

Really had our good time together :)

Lets do it again!
DANCEEEEEEE!

Our imported singer from Myanmar.. HAHAHA
let me present you:
HM Nabil
Suweet sungguh cuzzenku sorang ani :D

Bang Abell belting out a song tittled "kenanganku"

Bang Aizat with his pose :P

Candid! :P

Phewittt :D

Bro Haziq with Hakimi..
so cuteeeeeee :)

Abang Hafiz and Abg Haziq..
abg labatttzzz ?
(Y)

Kak Rosni and kak Yani :)

my babah bionic :p

Uncle Ahmad :)

Aunt Rafiah and my mom :)

Dhirah with his typical pose ever
:D

My Daniel (:p) with his daddy..

Looks like Kak Najwa are having her good time there :)

our VIP's guest : Anti Ah
*kiraikirai*

Birthday cakes

L-R : Navilla, Nadzeerah & Kak Najwa

not a candid shot though :P

My gorgeous sister, Kak Rajihah :)

L-R : Kufil, Kak Najwa and Me

L-R : Kufil, Kak Najwa and Me
p/s : bang Yan interframe.. buyuk :S

Vain-ing with them again
:D

Abang Aizat.
appetizing?
( i mean his foods bah.. hehe :p )

Abg Izu, Dhirah, Abg Haziq, Navilla and .....

the foods of the day.. hehe :P

Navilla?
p/s : what happen?

krok-krok
HEHE :p

Aunt Hjh Kasmah :)

Our newly-wed couple.
Abg Fauzi and Kak Yani

Steamboat! :)

My cute Daniel :)

Looks like they're enjoying their foods there..

Againn what do u expect? :D

Abg Hafiz and Abg Haziq.

Bu Ati, you're so sweeeeeeettt :)

My beloved grandma..

phewittt... Hengsem eh..
LOL.

Kak Rajihah, Fifah and Dhirah

Kak Rajihah and Me :)

Menu of the day :P

Foodstuffs that had been grilled :P
get it smokin' !

the Venue of the day,
nenek's verandah.
HEHE

smileeeeee :)

kesiiiiannnn
:s

Gettin' ready :)

:)

then I woke up "early" like 10.30 am yesterday and went back home for a while.. then zoom back to nenek again, had my breakfast there and guess what? i sang again! HAHAHAHA :P then during the afternoon went to Kedai with Nadia and Abg Abell to buy those horror vcds. And tell u wht, i was screaming like a b****. HAHAHAHAH but on top of all, we were having our good time together. to be exact, we had a blast!!! so yea, i think i better stop now.. hehe :D

will write again soon :)

p/s : i was being so unproductive today and I don't know why.. :s

xoxo,
Fifah Junaidi.