Delights of the week.

Assalammualaikum.

Delight of the week (I)

Never underestimate those girls in punjabi(s). Their appearances can deceive you, nevertheless. They might appeared to be sweet-looking and all demure, walking in groups, behaving ladylike-ly (unlike some of the Malay girls' we got here. ahem! -.-), speaking in a soft, almost faint kind of voice. My oh my, those Indian girls at my school! You can never have those thoughts on how sprightly and dynamic that they can be in dancing until they turned on some kind of switch (imagine : a switch inside one's head - where the metamorphosis occurs - like turning on something negative to positive!) and they changed - like 360 degrees. From the sweet, fragile-looking and prim and proper self into some kind of professional Indians' dancer! They break into the war dance (literally) and danced lively to the bharata natyam, the bhangra dance and the ... what did you called it, that chammak challo dance? Yes, that one too =.=

From left to right; Renisha, Pavithira & Nanthini. Don't mess with them when it comes to dance :P

Delight of the week (II)

I'm rather not that proud to say that I've been so run off at the mouth. Wonders of wonders, where since the last time I was seen chatting happily with my classmates? I've been rather unfriendly for the past few months. Since I can finally regained my old self and Alhamdulillah, I'm grateful for that. But the thing is .... soon after that I ran out of ideas - no more stories to be told. So I chose to sit down, remained silent and back to my unfriendly self, jolting down whatever that intrigued me all along in my notebook. Not opening up my self again to the world.

Delight of the week (III)

Since I've been known among the Indian classmates as the only Malay girl that can sing the chorus of Chammak Challo heartily and danced to it (attempting to copy Kareena Kapoor's dance - then failed sebab blood of a dancer are not running in my vein. Nor I inherits any, to be precise. Muahahaha =.=), so they offered me a part in a school dance for the upcoming Teacher's Day Celebration which going to be held on somewhere in May. Jaws dropped open since I didn't see this coming, at all. Expecting me - the most uncoordinated senorita to dance? me and dancing doesn't have whatsoever kind of chemistry. The probability for me to dance in front of the crowds or even thinking about doing it are close to zero. Almost. So I turned the offer down. She said it was okay, but she's rather anticipating to dance with me. Her eagerness almost making me want to say yes at the first offer, even if I'm not the dancing sort of person. Dancing and me are similar to asking a penguin to do the pole dancing.

Which is, not in a million years I'm going to do so. But but but, let's get back to the story. Nanthini's eagerness to dance with me touched my heart. I loved her, dearly. But dancing is something that isn't really proper for a Muslimah to do. In front of the ajnabis ... dancing, wearing saree and punjabi ... nehi. It's not me at all.

Assalammualaikum.