MUSICAL NIGHT

A night to remember! My mum's best-friend had requested me to play the keyboard of my favorite composition, hence, I decided to play one of my requested piece by my best-friend, ' Read All About It' by Emeli Sande and although I wished he could be there to watch the performance live but both my best-friend were busy on that day. That certainly does not mean I did not have fun! Not only that I played the keyboard, but one of my closest-friend, Imran (Pretty Ugly), had asked me *at the very last minute* to sing a song with him (Amnesia, 5 Seconds Of Summer) and also he volunteered to do a freestyle dance with his teacher who also attended the event as the Emcee of the night. I honestly didn't know how he was gonna pull a freestyle just like that, but he did. I wished to record the "freestyle" dance of those who volunteered, but I also happened to be one of the dancers. *laughing so hard*

The evening started off with our professional Mr.Emcee who came out front without anything or any words prepared or written before the night and greeted the audiences friendly. Mr. Emcee invited the first performers onto our mini little "stage" to play their chosen pieces on the keyboard. Melissa and Aunt Lee Lian played it so well that the evening began to a wonderful nightfall. As it come to my turn on the keyboard, I was nervous and to think that I would be making a mistake was a mistake. I calmed down and pressed it gently, the sound of music appeared *not as in the MUSICAL*. Hence, I was excited to play the whole piece. Whenever I am on the keyboard or the piano, I would somehow go to my own Musicland *I like the thought of it*. As I was going to end the piece, I saw my ex-music teacher and how I miss her so much and ended it.

Jay Dee was our cutest and the a rocker performer, he showed up with his rocking toy guitar and streaming it while standing still there. *how cute?!*

After my keyboard performance was my singing staging. *Applause* then my friend and I realized that we do not have the speaker for the music *Laught Out Loud* to add to the problem, there was only one microphone available thus duet would have to be hard, it was hard. Al though it went well for me *besides singing-shouting*, we somehow couldn't feel the music because it was literally us doing the Acappella.  I almost forgot about the "freestyle" dancing, I have no idea if I had looked stupid or silly, I couldn't imagine. All I know was standing next to me was my friends and family *doing the same thing I was doing*, dancing the most "freestyle" ways anyone could have ever seen. There was also Harlem Shake or some sort too. After the dance, I felt like I just worked out and out of breathe. The night continued with the violin and viola recital followed by the orchestral performances, I have never seen a guy playing a violin live before and they all sounded so beautifully. Their performances basically wrapped up the event as they ended the euphonic night with a melodious finale.

 

Apart from the music/singing/Acappella/violin/viola/keyboard/Harlem shakers, there was FOOD. Yes, free food.And free drinks. Free Satays. There was a buffet prepared for the audiences and the performers that night. It was a light dish, much suitable for late evening tea and dinner. There was Fried Mee Hoon, Satays, some chicken dish, mixed vegetable dish, Fried Rice and dessert just beside the Ice Lemon Tea dispenser. It was held on the 4th floor top garden by the barbecue pit and little green plants surrounding the barbecue pit. We were under the roof, in case there's a change in the weather forecast with glass-gated balcony around. From the top, there's the view of the swimming pool and the mini slide they have to the kids' pool. The breeze that night, as if we were in an air-conditioned room because it was chilly-cool evening. Simply said, PERFECT!

The pool was opened till 10pm so I went downstairs *literally down the stairs* and folded my jean and dipped my legs into the pool. (It reminded me of the Philliphine High School trip where I snuck to the pool area even though it was closed but no one caught me anyway.) I put on my earphones and put the music to the maximum volume and shuffle my player. Looked up the night sky and stars were merely so beautiful and then became invisible to the color of the darkness. Of course my thoughts were far off from where I was. *to be written on my other post* I was looking for something beyond my imagination too, I see the linings in the sky and almost cried because the night was alluring to me that I was engaging back to the past, the better and the worse.

As childish as we all can be, my friend splashed the pool chlorine water onto my shirt and jean and MY HAIR! I went home and conditioned it well because it literally smelled like chlorine. He was somehow disturbing my moment of thoughts and I was awaken by the splash. We played hide and seek, 2 children, 2 young teenagers and 2 young adults playing hide and seek at 9 pm by the playground and toilet. *laughing* Silly as it sounds, the point is, we have the ability to come out with the most childish game of all time.

-THE END-

D.I.N.N.E.R

"Bon Appétit!" I said to everyone as soon as my plate of lamb steak arrived. I wouldn't say we dine in Noy Restaurant often, but here's a review on how much I enjoy the meal and the environment every time I am there. 

The meal is just 'exquis' *French accent* which means exquisite in French. Lamb steak is perfectly marinated and the black pepper sauce was poured equally onto it, I mean can you imagine, the feeling of one first bite of the lamb continuously surprising you in every moment you took another. I could not bother with what ever it is going on around me, but to savor every bite I took. The Lamb Steak is served with potato wedges and a few vegetables top-on the steak. Their Black Pepper Sauce is not only has some sprinkle of black pepper, but some mushrooms and small-cut carrots and celery added to the Black Pepper Sauce recipe and 'voilà', it has the perfect texture as they tweak the pepperiness of the sauce. Although, they preserve its peppery flavor, but the sauce also were added with some green cardamom and cloves with a some cinnamon *because I can taste it* and its creamy taste, I am guessing a mixed of yogurt. I am very fussy when it comes to spicy food and honestly, I cannot take in any spice, but as for this meal, I made an exception because the juice of the lamb steak is mixed with its spicy black pepper sauce gives you a delightful taste. The potato wedges were served with mayonnaise, but I would recommend you to mix its creamy mayonnaise with the black pepper sauce as it gives you the taste of spicy and sour. The lamb is so tender and has absorbed all the flavors and the juice of the lamb with the sauce is mixed while you chew it.  

And of course, my dear brother ordered a Malaysian dish, Nasi Goreng Pattaya. 

 Along with my Lamb Steak meal, I ordered the Carrot Milk Juice. At first, I did not like the sound of how milk is added with carrot JUICE!, when my Mum first made it, but I grew to liking it very much. When the drinks are served at the restaurant, I was pleased with the color of top orange and below white. It tasted so good as the juice runs down my throat, the sweet taste of milk and who would have known that the taste of carrot is much better when they squeezed its juice *you should try it*. They used canned milk or condensed milk, but I personally would have preferred it with fresh milk, still, it is my favorite drink at Noy. 

At Noy, the environment is so calm, with the radio and television switched on, but you don't get the horrible mixed noises of the television and the radio combined as they lowered down the volume of the television and the radio played some relaxing songs while you enjoying your evening. My family loves it going there because, firstly, it is not only that you can get great food and drinks, but it is such a suitable place to spend your time with the family. The cold wind is pushed around the room by the ceiling fan as it circulated. The tables and chairs were arranged nicely and a vase of flowers decorated the table, we feel as if we are home. The restaurant is well designed with its majestic brown teak wood furniture, top with a clear glass on the tables and trees surrounding the restaurant. It is a clean place to hang out with friends and family. 

I have been here twice, but normally it is recommended to dine in the evening or at night because the restaurant is an opened air structured building so the evening and the night would be most suitable. 

In case, you want to dine here with friends and family: 

Kampung Danga Noy Restaurant 

Monday - Sunday 

8:30 AM - 1:00 AM 

No 1, Jalan Lurah Utama, Kempas Baru81200 Johor Bahru

Photos are taken and edited by me. 

The White Bengal Tiger

White Bengal Tigers

Sabrina Nasri Nar 

Those paws gently touches Mother Earth. 

So serene yet ferocious since birth

Innocently hunting through the jungle 

Tracking down preys like a true bengal.  

The two complexions on its very fur

Some have faded or becoming blur

Have I just looked through my past?

Where my childhood is still wanting to last

Ecstatically yet lenient movements around the field

Looking at its disdainfully prey unconcealed 

And revealing their monstrous side

Waiting for a served fare betide 

A species of adept swimmers

Charmingly making soft waves across rivers

Paddling those menacing paws with gaiety 

Not knowing the danger would happened swiftly 

Sunlight flares onto their delicate coat 

Beautified the pure colour with gloat

Round pupils with heavenly blue ink

A creature that shows jubilant with a squint

A varmint that makes a grim ambush

A majestic animal surrounded with the forest bush

Camouflages themselves as the mild wind blows

As they strike their victim like a shooting bow. 

An exclusive marking on the top of their forehead

Resembles the Chinese character - A king that lead

Each stripe as unique as the human fingerprint

Cold sweat presences to me as I took another glint. 

A Day For Mum

To Mum, Yanty Yusof

#heart
First and foremost, Happy Mother's Day to my mum and all the mothers around the world. One could not just celebrate Mother's Day every 2nd Sunday of May in the Year because Mother's Day is everyday as a mother is always working, even after you went to bed. Today is not just Mother's day for me, my whole family was bonding watching movie with our home theatre. Nothing special done for today because my mum is too special to even do anything for her, is no match to all the things she had done for me. For 17 years with her has been awesome, even the fight she had to go through with me and all the bad mood, crying, anger, frustration, depression, complaining, isolation and my most depressing and annoying replied to her when she wants me to do the laundry.

#newborn
It is unfair, after 9 months of expecting me, and afterward all she gained is the pain of birth. Not many could survive the pain of giving birth, but my mum did and still is surviving my tantrum. But then again, no such thing as a perfect child and definitely not Sabrina. My mum is the best mother, but never the worst because no matter what, she listened to my everyday sometimes pathetic stories. Things happened in school, during the assembly, chatters in Mandarin class, assessments in Business Studies, how my mathematics class ended up with lots of homework?. All that nobody even want to listen to, my mum did. Till one day, I kept quite on my way home in the car and my mum knows, "Okayyyy, what's your story today?" *she did not exactly mentioned this, but silently I can feel those words crawling and whispering in my ears* to tell me that, my mum knows something is not right. Of course, this is not the reason why my mum is the best.

#likebestsmileever
In fact, to be honest, mum and I aren't that close to each other because to see my sister's relationship with my mum, my little sister is her greatest companion. Although I felt that way sometimes, mum is still my first best friend, my heroin, my super woman, my wonder woman, my reason to do things*like waking up early in the morning* and my love. When my little sister was born, it's like another of my mum did she, as Mimi is just like our mother, very caring yet fierce, adorable yet ferocious but gentle and compassionate. Mum had done so many that to even mention it all, here is not enough. She always has my back even when I couldn't stand anymore, but she is there for me, not to watch me fall, but to give strength for me to stand up again.

#dress
Every time I visited the old folks home and looking at all the parents, even during festive seasons, is heartbroken! How can one be so busy to take care of their own parents and leave them without feeling guilt at night and yet fast asleep? I am so afraid and so scared if in the future, it is my parents at the old folks home because of how addicted one to work is and how one is after fortune. Which is why, I want to bond the strongest relationship with my parents, but my annoying attitude is in the way. There is only one place I don't want my parents to be, that is the Old Folks Home. Still, mum is the best because I grew up knowing she is there for me all the time when her's didn't. She always wants the best for me and gives her every effort to strenghten me up. I could have never made it out of life alive, but instead I did when I did not give my very best to her back. Mum has never asked for anything in return but my love and care for her.

#red
Was it hard for that only in return? NO! Or maybe. I simply have the tendency to somehow ruin her life  a little *so many laundry* *asked her to ask the waiter to get a tissue in a restaurant* *cooking the food I want* *make a mess in my room* *plays the piano horribly at night* *watched movies till late midnight* *Wakes up late in the morning* *Takes my sweet time to get ready for school* *leave my dishes* *asked her where did I put my IC Card* *forgot about tuition or piano class* *asked her stupid question* *27 minutes of showering* and *complaining* and the list of 'Sabrina's miserable things to do' goes on. After all that, she still greets me with a smile in the morning and kissed me good night. She still holds my hand when we crossed the road and packed my breakfast and lunch. If you're reading this Mum, why would you that though? Simply because you love me so much till it did not really matter how different we are from each other. My Mum will go to heaven because of me because she is creating good deeds every time she handle me.

#mothersday
There are times I made her happy too, I am not that horrible as a person. This Mother's Day, is to appreciate her as my mother and she will always be first in my prayers. She has never let me down so I don't want to let her down and that Allah will always give her all the strength to deal with me for so many more years to come.

Despite my not-so-close-mother-daughter relationship with her, but she is forever in my heart because I know she will takes good care of my love and no one is worth my loving care than her and I can never give out so much love more than hers, hers is simply firework-bubbles-stars-hearts-sprinkle-glitter-fairies-explosion love. YUP! Just about the right definition of my mum's love for me. At the end of the day, no matter how much I realized how chaotic my trouble is to her, she still loves me not because she is my mother and all mothers have to love their children also she believes that there's good in me as equal as, my topsy-turvy attitudes and I will also be her pain in the ass but the medicine to her pain too. When I almost lose her this year, I felt like I am not only going to lose a mother, but my best friend, my listener, my advisor, my dictionary, my grammar checker, my love, my heart, my life, my mathematic solver, my best chef, my greatest nagger and my hope. There is no one to replace her after all which is why I cried every night and my own sister had to put me to sleep and I cried on my very birthday because what's candle on the birthday cake without the person that has always lighten me up. I couldn't thank my god, Allah for saving my mother.

#mother
Mum was right when she said "You could not live without me". I couldn't. I had my family coming down to Johor from Kuala Lmpur but I felt lonely at home that time. I could barely say a word to anyone and lose my appetite, those indeed were a horrible memory. To be honest, every time it's someone's birthday, my memory goes back to when I felt that loneliness. It is not your fault Mum. You would have been there, but my birthday is everyday when I am with you except there's no cake and balloons but my mum is there. I still need my mum to pick out a meal from the menu and to pick out an outfit when I am going out. Thank you is all I can say because you know what is best. On this Mother's Day, please forgive me for what I have done and for what I will do in the future.

To all the kids out there, appreciate your mum every day because we can never really feel lonely until  your mum is not around. Not even Twitter or FB on your gadgets can make you feel that lonely. Here I am writing this blog for my mum and all of you, missing my game. (0-1) :(

TO ALL THE MUMS AND KIDS,

#magic

Thank You Mother, for your tender loving and care for my siblings and I.

Love,
Sabrina Nasri Nar Bahadur, Rebellious Rose Writer.

Dreams, Dreams, Go Away. Come Again, In No Other Day

Because,

I have trouble sleeping at night, some nights are because of my homework and some because I chose not to go to sleep so early as going to bed is into the movie ' Elm Street ' *If you ever watched it*.  It's like everywhere I go or whenever I sleep, it will keep on following me. 'He' I called my nightmares. He comes in many forms and it really is does not matter if He appeared to be a woman. 

What if I tell you, I can the future in my sleep and had to go through it again in my future, what will you say about me? Even if I was to take a 20 minute nap, but I know He's watching me already. He's watching as I write this blog and He's watching as I slowly close my eyes and see only the darkness before me. I am not writing about a ghost story, but it is the ability I have. Not all of my dreams I wish to come true. Sometimes I could not differ whether I am going through it in reality or it is just a dream. Nope! I have no control over it because it happens spontaneously in my dreams. 

The worst I had to see in my dream is when the things around me went in a fast motion on the night my grandfather died. Mum opened her room door and rushed out in shocked, she stared at me for a while and I knew something was wrong from her eyes. Her beloved father had a heart attack. I was with my aunt, Mas, we were watching the television. I could not see the time or the day, but I saw everything happen. Flashed through my mind was the picture of grandfather suffering to survive this deadly, damn deadly heart attack! I was only 11. It was the final year I celebrated my birthday with him. Of course, when I had the dream,  I didn't know how old am I. Two weeks pass, same place (living room), Television was on and my aunt next to me. It really happened, I could not believe it at first, but when Mum drove off the garage, I knew that I went through this before. The next day, not a single tear shed down my round cheeks, but deep down inside, I was prepared for this to happen, waiting for the moment when 'He' could teared off my heart to pieces in the inside but I was pretty cool outside.

I saw him lying down, wrapped in white sheets was my grandfather. He was one heck of an awesome grandpa. I practically grew up with him. I hold those tears and actually went home. My house was only a few blocks away. I could not tell what I was feeling anymore. I cried before and here I am again, crying my eyes out because my grandfather was my best friend too. 

But 'He', I could see him sometimes in my real life or when I am not asleep. Pretty creepy to be telling this to you, but it was a fact that my nightmares and dreams do come true. 

Putting aside my nightmares, came my dreams. I have always wanted to ride a sport car but not just any sports car and guess what! I had a dream that my dad got a new BMW Sports car we were going off for a shopping with my aunt. I dreamt  I was locking the gate, but then about 2 months after, it came true. I was locking the gate and there I remembered and stood for quite a long time for me to realize.Some of these dreams I had might happen twice or more in my real life. Wicked!  

Although there are times, I rather visit 'He' for fun than to face my real life. He is my fantasy and my world of darkness. Just close my eyes and there I was in his world. He doesn't let me control the story because that's just his job. Mum and Dad always told me to pray before I go to bed to avoid nightmares, but I don't think Mum and Dad understand that I prayed and still get 'He' to visit me at night or morning.

'He' keeps me away from my problems a while because I cannot run from it. It's not just how things work in our life. Surprisingly, I am not actually scared of the dark BUT what is in the dark that kept me in the light. I get dreams every night, but the one that I forget is the one that is going to happen in my reality. It might take a year or even 10 years from now, but I can assure that it will happen. This may terror me, but I think it is what that been trying to keep me strong. I pay strong attention to my surroundings like right now, there's a fight between families in my neighborhood. I can hear their words crawling through the walls. It's how I know or it is how I tell that I am not in His world in my mind. 

At the end, between my world and his, the only difference is that we are connected but somehow so far apart yet one world combined. I am not scared to go to sleep now or to dream because my curiosity grew to know what is going to happen. Although the God is the one that determined my future, but having dreams like this is like an early future for me and I guess homeworks are stacking as I write this blog too. *laughing* 

Gooodnight, xxx 

Dreams and Nightmares, 

Sabrina Nasri Nar Bahadur, Rebellious Rose Writer. 

That Easter Questions

Evening readers,

About Easter, my brother and a couple of his friends had an easter late night party at one of his classmates' house on the 19th and it continued till 20th April. Easter was actually celebrated by the Christian that follows the sorrow of Good Friday and Holy Saturday. However, there was no praying or some sort of worshipping at the party, but just fun and games.

Bunnies are in charge of giving and sending little painted eggs *which is actually a chocolate* to little children. *Seen it in Rise of The Guardian* but my point of bringing out this topic was when my little brother came out with some questions;


" Do Rabbits lay eggs or give birth to their offspring?" *but I was reacting like "WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?!" * and so he asked again
"If Bunnies don't lay eggs, how do bunnies related to Easter and why are they called Easter Bunnies?"
I was dumbfounded and stood quietly like an IDIOT for a while.

As far I know, Easter has easter bunnies and chocolates!!  Honestly, I did a research on it after that. According to the University of Florida's Center for Children's Literature and Culture, the origin of the Easter Bunnies traced from all the way back in the 13th- Century. The pre-christian Germany era, where people worshipped some gods and goddess. One of them was the Teutonic deity, Eostre, goddess of spring and fertility. She had a symbol, a Hare, because they have the highest reproduction rate. It was then changed to Bunny. They have been associated with Springtime and since Eostre,  was the symbol of rebirth as well, her companion the hare has a connection with the Christian Easter Festival.

As for many children, every easter is an adventure outside their garden looking for coloured eggs. So although bunnies don't lay eggs, but why eggs are associated as well?
The tradition of bunnies bringing eggs to children comes from the 17th Century. Traditionally, the eggs of Easter symbolized the empty tomb of Christ and it had been customary to eat the eggs. Only in the modern twisted tradition had eggs made out of chocolate.

To my little brother, Qayyim Bahadur

That's it!

About That Girl, Sabrina Nasri Nar!

Hi there readers,

It's Sabrina Nasri Nar Bahadur here, currently 17 and living the school life in Fairview International School. I was born in the month of Pisces, to be exact its on March 17,1997 in the Rubbis Fina Hospital and I am a Monday kid though I dislike Mondays. Yes, I am an Asian, from Malaysia but you might be wondering what race am I because if you were to attend a family gathering, you'll feel like the whole Malaysia is here! I am a mixed of Nepalis and Chinese from my dad's side and a mixed of Javanese and a bit of the middle east from my mother's side. It is up to anyone to call what race I am but I have a long history of my family background if I were to tell you now. I am a proud Muslim too. 

#np Till' I Collapse

I enjoyed music very much that it became my favourite hobby. I am a fan of many bands such as the Lawson, The Fray, One Republic, All Time Low, Coldplay, Capital City, Kodaline and the list go on and on. Although I enjoyed pop songs, country musics, alternative rock and etc, 

#np Love 

I enjoy classical musics too so I started playing piano since I was in 5th grade. Currently I am in Grade 5 on piano because I skipped Grade 1 and 3. I skipped a year without preparing for piano practical exam due to the lots of work in school so kinda left behind with what I caught up. Apart from listening and blasting musics in my room (not that I enjoy annoying mum and dad or anything). 

#np Surfboard

I enjoyed reading and eating. Ever since young, I love reading books written by Enid Blyton and so I grew reading more English books compare to other languages. I love eating and everyone who knows me well knows I ate quite a lot. I love cakes, chicken dishes, light spicy gravy because I cannot stand eating spices, I dislike fish dishes but I love eating boneless fish (Fish and Chips) *I'm starting to make no sense*  and my ultimate favourite is the dishes cooked on Eid Al-Fitr, Chicken in Tomato-Chilli Sauce  and Mutton Rendang.

#np Summertime Sadness

Surprisingly I enjoy writing poems because I have interest in it since I was in Grade 8 and sitting there being lazy, scrolling down on Twitter and Instagram is also one of my addictive things to do, go ahead and follow me @tweetmusically and @musicallyactive.  I am also a very forgetful person therefore I need to write down everything in my planner and I will be checking it from time to time.

#np Me and My Broken Heart

Why 'Rebellious Rose'? 

Everyone symbolized Rose as love but as for me, a rose is beautiful disguise of a cruel little living thing. It is also fragile, therefore it is surrounded by prickly deadly thorn *okay, probably not deadly* but it shows that a Rose needs her protection to keep predators *bad people* away so it will remain in a safe hand and are not easily hurt.

#np Fast Car

Rebellious, because not all innocent and fragile little things remained the same, with the protection given, a rose will get away with whatever rebellious things it does, no one puts the blamed on the rose for bleed a person, do you?

#np Berzerk 

In case you want to give me a feedback on this blog, please contact me through my e-mail at 17islegit@gmail.com. You can email me if you want me to give my point of view on just about anything or my responds to whatever. Anything, emailed me so I can write more. 

MUCH LOVE,
Sabrina, Rebellious Rose Writer <3