Saturday, March 17, 2012

still awkward


Even up until now, after like three years of blogging, I am still the old me. What was differ was that I used to write beautiful stories in malay when I was in primary school. I was awarded for best essay ever year. Me proud? No. Because everyone used to have their own specialities while being a child. The last time I met my bahasa teacher, she had asked me whether I actually up to any plan to write a novel or any progress of being an author. And I realised then, how far I havent been in writing arena. My words was like a dead alphabets. And I still couldnt write my stories as I wish. I still couldn't convey the exact message I want to deliver. Those writers block is still here, no matter how long I touched this qwertyuiop keyboard, waiting for ideas to spill out from nowhere. 

Rabbish rahli sadri wa yassir li amri wahlul uqdatam millisaani yafqahu qawli - 
 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

KNOCK! KNOCK! - WHO'S THERE?

Technically the guests didn't come to our place simply by knocking to a door ( considering the fact that we have zillionss of doors, which door will they choose to knock first?? )  unlike the title I put. I just wanna make it warmer so it need to sound more familiar isn't it? ( ??? ) Now I hope it channels you some positive energy.  

Anyway regardless of staying in the hostel for three weeks continuously, ( I am very half-homesick type ) and having lost connection with the rest of my real worlds, I didn't feel utterly bored. Why? Because we have tonnes of activities. And among them we have caboodles of guests to be greeted so very nicely ( I am also the type who use redundancy in my words ) so that we would made Malaysiaa prouuuddddd! ( Say that in an extravaganza mode. ) Again, maybe? "PROUUDDDDEEHHH!!!"


*Afghans photos are MIA. Sorry.

Feeling energetic, I trully love them all! The first batch was from Indonesia, Medan. And followed by the second batch which was also from Indonesia, but from another region named Surabaya. A week after that, we were told that a caboodle of Afghanistan's student are coming. And of course we thought students are students but then it turned out to be a university student, which totally wasnt like what we expected. Hahaha. Its quite funny to recall it back now. Anyway they're so friendly and we talked about almost everything. I learnt that even though we thought we came from a different land, but actually the line that divide us is actually so thin, almost invisible that we no longer feel it was there. We shared a lot. And of course it was undoubtedly very beneficial. And here the networking between the sisterhood in islam is growing tighter. Being grateful, I thanked Allah no matter what and honestly I'm lovin' it. ;))

Apart from welcoming our sisters and brothers from other parts of the world, what was truly remarkable these past weeks was my participation in MSSD. Since this is our first time our school ( a sekolah agama btw ) sent out girls for a track-and-field competitions, we were very lacking in skills and experiences. We weren't many, just a few number of us the girls were selected, and regardless of the lack of training, we agreed to go. One thing I really hate was because the teacher inform us too late, its like in a blink of an eye suddenly its the day of the competition already. How possible is this for us to build up some strength? This is not a part of our strategy. Let alone to be champion.

But anyway, as I went there, another part of the world was revealed to me. Because I was too comfort in my safe zone, I didn't realize about how the world is actually working right now. Sport, just another S they made to jeopardize muslim mentality. At school you are just fine with all those baju kurung and tudung, but back then in the stadium, what you wear is completely against what you normally wear. Abnormal, this isn't just quite shocking, but definitely seriously shocking! "Alahh relax ah, semua orang pakai macam ni." Yes because everyone else is wearing the so called athletic suit, so should I accept it as a normal thing? No way. The ayu girl I love back at the school is now the new sexy girl. WHEN IT COMES TO SPORTS, SUDDENLY OUR MUSLIM COMMUNITY IS NEGLECTING THEIR RELIGION. When it comes to sport, we dont recognize the word aurat at all. Take note ok people. Are you one of them as well? Lets consider this. And do change.

I wonder how it happen?
They just do?
Or what?
o_O"


*Photos credited to Aiesya Afreena. For more view here!
Wallahualam.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

And Suddenly

It was not long ago when I found him in facebook. I was in some state of happy, you know the feeling when you found someone who used to be your best friends and then had long disappeared. I added him then. Waiting to be approved. And then we'll get back in touch. We'll share our stories for years we haven't met. But I dont want too mcuh expectations. So I guess maybe that won't happen. Because as the time goes by, most people change. 

But then, either way, nothing will happen. He will never approve me.

Because he was gone. The day I tried to add him was the same day Allah took him away. Through the wind the news hit me and suddenly crashed my windows. He was stampeded while he was going for solat jumaat.  Ya Allah. Tempatkan rohnya di kalangan orang beriman. Innalilillahi wainna ilairajiun. Everything is belong to Him and will return to Him no matter how slow the time ticking. I'll remember that Friday. A warning without ring. Death is timeless.

Because one day soon I'm gone as well.

Monday, February 6, 2012

In Need To Reclarify

Yep. Maybe you've felt ultimate annoyance as my header kept changing forever and ever. And it is, still, UGLY as ever. I dont know why that mind me over this period. For some time just stay with me until I'm feeling normal. I miss posting, blogging like anyone else but I seriosuly dont have that 'creative urge' right now. I just need to reclarify my mind. Busy is still going to be busy. Goodbye. Till then. Assalamualaikum.