Leaving my beloved country again in 4 days.
I’m not too sure of what to feel right now. There is sadness in leaving. There is hastiness in wanting to start my final year and returning for good. There is regretfulness in being here at the first place. But there is joy upon discovering the recent epiphany. Syukran ya Allah.
In a nutshell, I’m having mixed feelings. But they say, after the rain comes a rainbow. O Lord, protect me, guide me, shed me some light towards the better and improved. Amin.
Psst. Too Cold For You?
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Eid mubarak
Ramadhan has left us again. Kalau panjang umur, semoga kita bertemu lagi. I can hear takbir raya loud and clear here in Johor Bharu. Mercun bunyi kuat! Berdesing telinga. But what's raya without it? :)
How is your family's way of celebrating eid? For me, we will gather at least two days before the big day and the kitchen would be full. Anak-anak dara, abang-abang, adik-adik semua tolong di dapur. On the first of Syawal, the boys will perform their raya prayers. We then have the big breakfast together. Then everyone will get busy for the main event - sesi bermaafan. We seek forgiveness from each other. It's always an emotional morning for everyone. We exchange ang pau after we salaam and ask for forgiveness. After that, we will take photos - hundreds of them. Individual photos, family photos, extended family photos, random photos, etc. Then we will leave the house and 'beraya' (visit) our relatives until evening.
The days after we travel from one place to another, and usually Pontian is the last destination before we return to KL.
Happy eid mubarak everyone. Maaf zahir dan batin andai terkasar bahasa atau terlajak kata. May we continue striving for the better and God bless all of you.
How is your family's way of celebrating eid? For me, we will gather at least two days before the big day and the kitchen would be full. Anak-anak dara, abang-abang, adik-adik semua tolong di dapur. On the first of Syawal, the boys will perform their raya prayers. We then have the big breakfast together. Then everyone will get busy for the main event - sesi bermaafan. We seek forgiveness from each other. It's always an emotional morning for everyone. We exchange ang pau after we salaam and ask for forgiveness. After that, we will take photos - hundreds of them. Individual photos, family photos, extended family photos, random photos, etc. Then we will leave the house and 'beraya' (visit) our relatives until evening.
The days after we travel from one place to another, and usually Pontian is the last destination before we return to KL.
Happy eid mubarak everyone. Maaf zahir dan batin andai terkasar bahasa atau terlajak kata. May we continue striving for the better and God bless all of you.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
When in doubt, ask.
When put into certain circumstances where you are caught in between believing your trusted friends or your significant half, what do you do?
Bestfriends are to be trusted. True? - Or not? I think chances are that they are telling 'what they know' - which does not always accurately imply the truth. Maybe in the first place all they wanted to do is to save you. Maybe the story was highly exaggerated. Maybe the story was 100% false. At the end of the day, there is only one thing that's best: You ask. As simple as that.
Assumption is like the mother of all causes of misunderstanding. One-sided stories are no less a culprit. I know humans have the tendency to believe easily but at least try to use your conscience before believing every single word that the next person utters.
I'm miserable, to be honest. I'm not a pity party girl but I'll make an exception this time. I'm sad that wherever I go, no matter how far I've gone, no matter how much I want to move on, the past will never let go of me. I was already at the point where I really do not give two cents anymore. Ya'll can go on and talk rubbish until, I don't know, you die? It's like I'm forever the bad one. But this time, please, let it go already. Can't you just believe me when I say things are different now? Things have changed. I have too and still changing. From the bottom of my heart I mean it. How miserable do I have to be before you're finally happy?
Friday, August 10, 2012
Last 10 days of Ramadhan - one special night
We are 9 days away from Eid. Have you been a good girl/boy? If yes, keep up the good work and InsyaAllah we will all be happy happy happy people!
I am also writing this to remind you about malam Lailatul Qadar yang sunat dicari. This special night falls within the last 10 days of Ramadhan (which is happening now). In Surah Al-Qadr 97: Ayat 3:
I know I haven't been the greatest person, but I do have the desire to discover this one particular night, even when sometimes I don't think I qualify for it. But there is no harm in trying, God is Almighty and if He says I can, then I can. I've heard many stories about the night. Mother once told me about her encountering a bright light during Subuh, many many years ago. Amazing.
Well, I'm not here to give a talk. Just to share something! Have a lovely day.
"seseorang menghidupkan satu malam (dengan ibadah) itu sahaja, ganjarannya lebih baik daripada 1000 bulan."It's interesting if you read the history and fadhilat of Lailatul Qadar. It is more interesting if you read the tips on how to 'find' the night. Do your research if you wanna know more.
I know I haven't been the greatest person, but I do have the desire to discover this one particular night, even when sometimes I don't think I qualify for it. But there is no harm in trying, God is Almighty and if He says I can, then I can. I've heard many stories about the night. Mother once told me about her encountering a bright light during Subuh, many many years ago. Amazing.
Well, I'm not here to give a talk. Just to share something! Have a lovely day.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Letting go
As you all know, me and several of my girlfriends are opening a pre-loved goodies booth this weekend at LFLWRaya. Do come and check us out!
Pricing the stuff I wanna sell now. It's 3 in the morning.
Good bye clothes and shoes. I don't wear you. I don't even remember having half of you in my closet! That's what you get when you're away for several years. Gosh, I need to revamp my wardrobe. I'm 22 but I don't dress like a 22 year old. Meeeehehehehe.
I need long skirts, pants, slacks, non-denim bottoms. Blouses. Collared shirts. Silk tops. Chiffon tops. Tudung? :)
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Here's my story - robbery
Hi! My day didn't kick off so good today but I decided to just brush it off my shoulders, you know?
As some of you might already heard of, me and my best friend A weren't so lucky last week. I've already told the story about A's case here. Here's mine.
On 24th July, last Tuesday, I had an iftar session with a group of friends. I live the furthest amongst them, so as per usual I drove alone. On our way back, at 10.40 PM I stopped at the red traffic light at simpang empat Jalan Ampang/Jalan Jelatek. My friend's car was in front of me. A motorcycle (two passengers) stopped at my vehicle's co driver's window and knocked it three times with his right elbow before it shattered at the 4th hit. Many cars started honking but no one came to rescue (who would?). My purse was placed underneath my telekung, but maybe it was visible enough? They took away my purse and its content except for my iPhone. I have a bad habit of always checking my phone while driving, but that habit saved me from losing my phone. It was under my bum.
As soon as they got away, the traffic light turned green. I hit D and started flashing light non-stop to alert everyone. The motorcycle got away. I, on the other hand, went almost crazy.
We stopped at the nearest Petronas station and started calling many people. My friends called the police, and friends, and the bank. I was on my knees. But I know just crying won't help, I had to take control.
I know my Maybank pin code was bad ass hard to figure, so my priority shifted to my Canadian bank account and credit card. I've been meaning to change my pin code since forever but . . . I'm sometimes stupid. The 1800 line didn't work and I panicked like crazy. D doesn't have a phone, so I called her boyfriend in Canada to block ALL access to my checking, saving and credit card accounts. At the same time I was trying to retrieve any number that I could use to get in touch with the right extension. Long story cut short, with the help of my friends, I managed to block everything, including my Maybank account. I was so relieved to know that no recent transaction took place. I'm sorry to all the bank agents who had to deal with me that night. I shouted a lot. And sorry I called three times to block the same thing. Was just making sure.
We lodged a report at the Setiawangsa Police station before they transferred us to Sentul Police station for further investigation. [Fun fact: four different police station visits in three days]. My friends drove me off back home that night at 2 AM. I informed the guard about the robbery and to guard all gates. The robbers have my keys and address, you see.
The day after, my dad changed all four windows of the car to tinted ones. Changed the autogate setting. Bought a padlock and four pepper sprays :D
Incase you're wondering, yes I'm okay. Obviously, the trauma is there but it's not the end of the world. I'm back on the roads yesterday.
Summer started out great but now it's getting bumpy. Big bumps. But I haven't lost faith and hope. It's Ramadhan and things like this happen to test our patience. You get double the award, that's what I like to tell myself. I lost a lot of things in a month. Things that are very valuable and important to me. But it teaches me many life lessons. One of them is that you will know who's really there for you when you're at the bottom. Who would give a hand and who would look away. Last but not least, you will know next time, you just need to hit gear D and ram that m_______r.
As some of you might already heard of, me and my best friend A weren't so lucky last week. I've already told the story about A's case here. Here's mine.
On 24th July, last Tuesday, I had an iftar session with a group of friends. I live the furthest amongst them, so as per usual I drove alone. On our way back, at 10.40 PM I stopped at the red traffic light at simpang empat Jalan Ampang/Jalan Jelatek. My friend's car was in front of me. A motorcycle (two passengers) stopped at my vehicle's co driver's window and knocked it three times with his right elbow before it shattered at the 4th hit. Many cars started honking but no one came to rescue (who would?). My purse was placed underneath my telekung, but maybe it was visible enough? They took away my purse and its content except for my iPhone. I have a bad habit of always checking my phone while driving, but that habit saved me from losing my phone. It was under my bum.
As soon as they got away, the traffic light turned green. I hit D and started flashing light non-stop to alert everyone. The motorcycle got away. I, on the other hand, went almost crazy.
We stopped at the nearest Petronas station and started calling many people. My friends called the police, and friends, and the bank. I was on my knees. But I know just crying won't help, I had to take control.
I know my Maybank pin code was bad ass hard to figure, so my priority shifted to my Canadian bank account and credit card. I've been meaning to change my pin code since forever but . . . I'm sometimes stupid. The 1800 line didn't work and I panicked like crazy. D doesn't have a phone, so I called her boyfriend in Canada to block ALL access to my checking, saving and credit card accounts. At the same time I was trying to retrieve any number that I could use to get in touch with the right extension. Long story cut short, with the help of my friends, I managed to block everything, including my Maybank account. I was so relieved to know that no recent transaction took place. I'm sorry to all the bank agents who had to deal with me that night. I shouted a lot. And sorry I called three times to block the same thing. Was just making sure.
We lodged a report at the Setiawangsa Police station before they transferred us to Sentul Police station for further investigation. [Fun fact: four different police station visits in three days]. My friends drove me off back home that night at 2 AM. I informed the guard about the robbery and to guard all gates. The robbers have my keys and address, you see.
The day after, my dad changed all four windows of the car to tinted ones. Changed the autogate setting. Bought a padlock and four pepper sprays :D
Incase you're wondering, yes I'm okay. Obviously, the trauma is there but it's not the end of the world. I'm back on the roads yesterday.
Summer started out great but now it's getting bumpy. Big bumps. But I haven't lost faith and hope. It's Ramadhan and things like this happen to test our patience. You get double the award, that's what I like to tell myself. I lost a lot of things in a month. Things that are very valuable and important to me. But it teaches me many life lessons. One of them is that you will know who's really there for you when you're at the bottom. Who would give a hand and who would look away. Last but not least, you will know next time, you just need to hit gear D and ram that m_______r.
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