Monday, December 19, 2011

5 before 5


This is amazing. What Amal Ahmed Albaz said was absolutely true; We all just laze around and believe that that someday we can change the world, just not now. Never thinking or trying to make the change happen today. And it's amazing how she made the '5 before 5' as said by the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) as her inspiration. When I was kid I listened to nasheeds on '5 before 5' or 'Lima Perkara Sebelum Lima Perkara' I still remember the lyrics and occasionally sing it. I understood the words but remain in this idle state. Haizz.

Anyway, thanks Amal Ahmed Albaz for reminding us.And congratulations for winning! And thanks to Amal Muhammad Radzi for sharing this on fb. Haha.  

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Reason

Hey guys, sorry for not updating for so long.I already wrote a decent long post more than a couple of weeks ago and clicked 'publish' already when some annoying error occured. Boom, my piece de resistance gone instantly. No draft saved, nada. Anybody with the same experience, do comfort me of this misery.

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Sunday, November 6, 2011

More Than For a String of As


I just had an epiphany. Okay, scratch that. It was my something at the back of my head for a long time already. See, it's exam season. During English paper, Madam R had given us quite a challenge.I quite enjoyed my time writing my answers. There was one inspiring article about a man writing up some tips to his son on succeeding in life. And there was one sentence that I kept re-reading. Well, that was actually because the points of summary was somewhere along that paragraph but I liked it anyway, Back to the point, the father had said that you have to have a pure desire to learn in order to be an achiever. There, it struck me! Well I knew that a long time ago but lets just say it re-struck me. 

If I just learn for the sake of wanting to learn, all of this just would be much easier. As a student, I can't help that the education system is flawed. I can't help it for now but I should be better than just criticizing fate. I should be grateful enough to even get an education. Perhaps that's why my study momentum has never been impressive. In my mind, I just wanna get straight As. Just swiftly sit through SPM and attain easy As. That is my drive. The pathetic source of my momentum. It has kept me going but studying, at many times feels tormenting. 

But then I have read of great muslim scholars for Islamic studies examination.I felt forced to memorize the facts about these people but I felt touched by their enthusiasm to learn. How  Imam Syafie had memorized the holy Quran at the age of nine. How Imam Ahmad bin Hambal had gone to Syria, Yemen and many other places in pursuit of knowledge. How can they attain so much when I barely ever feel pumped out to learn so many things.

Remember Nik Madihah, Malaysia's best student a few years back. Her secret for success was that she loved and treasured knowledge. She could be found studying into the early hours of the morning just because she just couldn't get enough. The only reason I would be studying during such time is for last-minute preparation for a test. 

Truly I am ashamed. I want to be like these people.I don't want to memorize history facts just for the sake of memorizing anymore. There is no real satisfaction living life like that. There has to be more to it. I desperately need to learn for sake of learning. We all do.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Hit-and-run in China

By this time, you guys have probably already watched the footage of this hit-and-run in China. What happened was really awful. A toddler, Yue Yue was roaming on the streets of Southern Guangdong province when she was ran over by a van. As people walked by and simply ignored her writhing in pain, another van ran her over. Then, a good Samaritan who was a garbage collector, saw the helpless child and pulled her to the side of the road. And later, her mother arrived at the scene and brought her to the hospital. A minimum of 18 people passed by and seemingly acted indifferently towards the agonized toddler.

Many people blame this on China's pursuit of economic growth which has resulted in the country's poor ethics. They have tolerated with materialism far too long. Many commentators have also pointed to China's lack of legal protections, such as a "Good Samaritan" law that would protect people from lawsuits if they try to help others in distress. 

I was in distraught after watching this footage. I just couldn't understand how inhumane people have become. I applaud to Yue Yue's savior. Not all is lost. 

By the way, I was surprised NTV7 showed the full clip. It was quite gory too me. This one here, isn't.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Insert Random Quote

What's the difference between try and triumph?
A little umph!


Sorry people this is the only thing that I can come up with right now. Still I love this quote/joke from Modern Family xD 

Saturday, October 8, 2011

What Did You Just Say?

I have finally been able to admit to myself this year, that I have had a short-attention-span my  whole life.I'm not being over dramatic. All this years I've been denying it but it was stark obvious to me this year. Sure, sometimes it's just carelessness. Sometimes it's just an 'I-can't-be-bothered' attitude. Sometimes it's a combination of all three. But lots of time it's just me unable to focus. Trust me, this trait has gotten me into trouble countless of times.

How about this? #1
My studies. Yup, get this; I barely ever concentrate in class. Not never but it's safe to say that I've probably been able to focus 25% during lessons my entire life. I'm not exaggerating.Don't believe me if you want but Allah is my witness. Honestly, it didn't affect my studies much during my PMR years. Well, that was because the flawed examination was all about memorizing. Ironically, I've been quite good with memorizing. So, not a really big deal. Whatever the teacher said in class, I always managed to comprehend them myself at home. See it's a stupidly redundant system!

It saddens me to say that the system didn't work out so well during Form Four because ouch, the subjects require a lot of understanding. Well the number of facts that we have to memorize have also increased. Double ouch. So this year, most people must have noticed that I've been slacking. Lots of homework undone.Oh why?

How about this? #2
Few years ago, my nickname was 'Blur'. It was also because of my facial expression which just screamed of 'I-don't-get-a-thing-you're-saying'. And also because of my inability to respond to questions at a normal rate. Before this, every time somebody talked to me, they required patience because I took long seconds to decipher simple questions. So my reply was always astonishingly slow. Thank God, I have improved massively in this area. I don't even know how my friends could stand me back then.

How about this? #3
My mom doesn't trust me. She's quite skeptical  of me wanting to take my driving licence right after I'm eligible to drive. Even when it comes to holding on to keys, Alia is given more trust. Offensive? Hey, you probably won't find me disagreeing.

I've read an article from Readers' Digest that tv is one of the factors that we can't focus in real life. Lots of  tv programmes have been created solely for entertainment. Nothing for potato couches to think too critically. Blargh, I don't watch tv that much. So it's probably from Facebook. And Blogger. And  movies that I watch on the pc.


Okay, so I can't think of many examples right now. But example #1 has affected my life so badly. I've searched for ways to overcome this problem. I googled it! Moving on, I have already come up for a solution next year. And trust me, I can't take much of that any longer. Ten years is enough.Form Four has been too much of irrelevant daydreams during classes. I remember when I was in Form One, my science teacher had personally come to my table to explain something very simple which I had trouble of understanding. As she explained, I was staring at her hijab and just imagined her buying it.Don't get me wrong, I'm not a shopper, it was just a random thought. And so when she finished explaining, she asked, 'Do you understand?'. And in my head I was screaming ' What did she just say?!!!'.



Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Daily Temptations (for Malaysians)

Are the temptations  too strong dear Malaysians? Why can't we be more civilized? Why are we so indifferent?


Pantang dicabar!

Even the authorities

Can't Resist!

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Leadership Camp

You know what, I just realized that I should stop fussing what to write, how silly of me, I know. I'll write whatever I want to share. Muahaha! Power-hungry-tyrannian-despot mode. So people, I just came back from a leadership camp. Funny that it's called 'Pemurnian Budi' beCause no, I don't think that it had much to do with etiquette cleansing or whatever you call it. Even so, I had such a great time. Sorry, can't come up with a better adjective.

 There was just so much to do there. Jungle trekking for the world! Oh, and never forget to bring along your first aid kit to you activity spot because things can happen. Guess what, it did. One of the juniors got stung by some scorpion species which sent her jumping up and down and screaming at the same time. Honestly, I thought it was some bug, so I was thinking 'Is this necessary?'. And then I saw the creature, which one of the instructors later crushed with her mighty shoe. I'm so bad. Poor girl, she was sent to the hospital.

 Wow, I get so easily distracted. Actually I was gonna tell you about what we did this morning.See yesterday, our counselor told got us into groups and we were given a task to create a new invention but we had to make do with whatever there was in the area. As expected, the group that I was in came up with a really weird idea called 'Botol Inspirasi'. What we did was folded strips of Alia's PMR exercise papers into stars and put them into a bottle. And basically we just hentam and said that it was symbolic for our lives. The stars represented our talents. Supposedly. And when we presented it today I couldn't stop but laugh hysterically infront of everyone because I felt so daft. The counselor even had to instruct me to take deep breaths. I said something like ' In order to unleash you talent, you have to *laugh* you have to *opens the bottle cap and poured some stars out*'. Well, I admit our team didn't put that much effort into making our project. Sighs. Sorry to those who were present, I was just embarrassed. Still, go team Wacky ! Thanks to everyone in the group. Thanks to Ome who took over when I guffawed suddenly.

 Moving on, we got fourth out of five teams. Which was a pleasant surprise. Really, it was. And Putri's team got first! Then, cikgu Latifah did the weirdest thing, she actually crushed the top three projects. And again, I was like, 'Is this really necessary?'. Looking at the other teams' projects, I could tell that they put a lot of effort into making their masterpieces. I didn't exactly feel any sad emotion at first but when someone cried and shared the philosophy behind all that, I started feeling sorry. The teacher started explaining that her act was symbolic to how leaders are treated at times. Other people are just interested seeing the product of our work. No one saw or care how much effort that we put in. And we get hurt, after all of that, our work is not acknowledged. I had a minor feeling of deja vu. Just a little.

 Still I feel contented that I went there.After all, it was the jungle. I don't know if I'll become a better person. Maybe. Maybe not. But I sure did enjoy the camp so much! And the people were great. I love my roommates Syifa,Nazihah and Azreena. I'm glad that we got to know each other better. Thanks to Putri who did such a great job on being the penghuluwati, I feel so bad because you did so much. I'm glad that we all kamcing. So people, I reccommend Dusun Minda Resort, Kuala Nerang to you guys. Okay, I better get some rest. My hands ache so much from attempting a Tarzan stunt yesterday. Twice.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Gimme Something to Write On!

I admit that so far, blogging/writing has been quite fun. I guess the reason why I never really did enjoy it was because I had only been writing for exam essays. And the essay topics are so ....rigid? No, not that. Umm probably just plain. And not just that, they keep on reusing the same old topics. If you have taken or are taking PMR/UPSR/SPM then you should know what I mean. Come on, we've been writing about school excursions and visiting orphanage for years already! How can the people who set the papers never get bored? I am.

Well, I am aware that they have to consider those who are living in the rural ares where their English command is very weak. But why not make more versatile topics that are doable for every student? I'm not saying that my writing style is The Writing Style. This blog can speak for itself. No, I'm not putting myself down, just keeping me on my toes. But gimme something fun to write on!

Okay, so I've decided that I still am not making this my life journal. No, that's like too intimate. And I appreciate my life being untold. A little privacy please.But what Mich said is true. After years of rambling about your life and you then you read  those moments again, you feel a surge of happiness and longing. I honestly do regret tearing my diary apart when I was in primary school because I was feeling sort of paranoid if my possibly treacherous sisters would read it. Sighs. And I wish to avoid blogging anything pathetic and upsetting because I really don't appreciate of being reminded of the sad things in my life. That's how I survive. Minus Blackey.

But then, what on earth am i going to write about, if not my life? Maybe politics now that ISA will be abolished. Ahem. Okay, this sounds like the end of my blogging career.  So maybe I will write about my life but just not in too deep. Nay, I would regret it. This is probably getting dull so ciao!

What do people look forward to read from me anyway?

Monday, September 19, 2011

Blackey




I know I said that I didn't want to post so much about my life.  But I want Blackey to be remembered.

Nabilah, I don't know but Blackey actually sounds a tad bit racist. Haha. Well, you named it because it had black fur. But at one glance, it actually looked grey. Nonetheless, Blackey is an adorable name.  And along with its adorable name, Blackey had an adorable attitude. And not to mention, it was lazy as Garfield.

We sometimes found it hiding under the chair, at the patio. Sighs, the last time I played with it was when Aisyah and I kidnapped Blackey and his lil bro, Suey into the house. And I remember them ramming into our clear-glass door  (sorry Nabilah ) when they tried to escape after having enough of playing in the house.

Two days ago, Blackey fell sick. And from what I understand, Nabilah was gonna bring him to the vet today since it wasn't open yesterday. But God had His plans set up already. Blackey was found dead last night. He died of meningitis. He died at the age of nine.

And I speak behalf of my family that we feel sorrowful of his demise. And we know it must be way tougher for his owner.



Blackey XD










Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Revert

Asslamualaikum (peace be upon you) .


I don't know how some people can claim that they don't feel regretful of things of the past. It's almost unbelievable. I regret too much. But I remember there was a moment that I really regret. Feeling regretful for not helping.


There was one time, about a couple of years ago, that I waited for my sisters and mother in one of the rooms in Dublin Mosque as they prayed in the common prayer area for women. Well, I couldn't pray at that time. But apparently there were other women who prayed at the same room I was staying.


And just suddenly, a Caucasian lady entered the room. I noticed that she had a pink shawl just draped on her head, but her hair was still apparent. And something else just looked off, if I remember correctly, she looked quite anxious. And then she approached me and told me that she was a newly revert. And that she needed some guidance. I felt so flustered. How am I to teach a convert?, I thought. I've never endured such a situation. I was fourteen and my Islamic knowledge wasn't (still isn't) very impressive. Plus, I was an extreme introvert.


It wasn't that I didn't want to advocate Islam, it was just that I felt I was so inadequate to teach.So what I did was I managed to refuse to help.Well, in a way I did. I actually asked the lady sitting beside me if she could help the revert. (I'm now using the term 'revert' because I was taught that muslims believe that everyone was born a muslim, it's just that when they grow older, some start choosing other faiths.But it's not really a compulsory term or anything, no worries). I don't exactly recall what happened but I remembered the lady leaving for the washroom.


And so there I was, possibly cursing myself for leaving a poor confused revert like that, I even declined to help her. It was wrong. I knew it was. And after quite a while of convincing myself, I went for the loo and found that an African lady in black with her charming male toddler by her side, talking to the revert.  Somehow rather, I managed to butt into the conversation. The African lady was continuously praising Allah. "Masyallah", she had said. She expressed her delight in helping the revert. She looked so welcoming and so spirited that I wish I could be more like her.


And then the revert started to don on her  hijab properly. She seemed really happy as she told me that she was actually an American who had reverted months before that day. But she been messing up after reverting. And that was why she was at the mosque, seeking for guidance. I don't remember her name and I never did meet her after that, not even the pleasant lady with her toddler. But these two ladies taught me valuable things. I don;t know exactly what but I felt really inspired when I left the mosque. They may not remember me, but I appreciate that they somehow gave me this experience.


True, I am not pious but nonetheless, I should have voluntarily tried to help anyway. It is in the teachings of Islam. I should have encouraged more. And I'm glad that the lady in black somehow showed me a bit how to be more welcoming to reverts. All I can say is that, I'm just glad that I changed my mind and walked into the washroom that day.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Dear Anum,

Dear Anum, I know this can't be as awesome as Diyani's video or a wish from Ahem but I still wanna wish you an awesome birthday! Don't mind me, I'm not Mich, so I can't give you a five star rating production of words. And this is my first post dedicated for a friend. So, you should be flattered (but at the same time, be forgiving of the flaws okay?). Can you believe it, you're sixteen already? No need for the countdown at 11.59 pm. You are old already.

 How many years have we been friends? Almost a decade already. I remember when we were still in our alma mater. You were always the clown of the class. Well, other other than Fauzan. At least with the girls, you were.And always one with style. I remember how you made paper dolls and coloured them. You coloured well didn't you? And you made your own play with the paper dolls. I don't recall the plot but I remember it being so hillarious. And there was the day that you didn't go to school. We were looking forward to see your masterpiece again. So, another friend of ours did it. She did the same plot, used the same papers but it wasn't the same. It just wasn't as funny like how you did it. Do you remember it? I do.

 See, you always have been special. I mean it well. Even know, I appreciate the way you always appear enthusiastic during projects. It makes things so much easier and so much fun. I love the way you'd always finish them. And you always give a creative touch to them. I appreciate these things about you. I really do.

 Segarang-garang gangster Anak Bukit, hati tetap cute.

Happy Birthday Farra Hanum.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Perks of Being Inadequate

I am a proud person. I know I am. If you don't think so, maybe it's because I hide this trait well. Or maybe you just don't know me enough. But of course, I'm not proud being proud. Well you know the drill, it's just not a very nice thing isn't it? And of course being riya' can cause your downfall in the hereafter. . Sighs. Allah help me.
 Well, back to my topic. Inadequacy. See, we always wonder why we suck at a certain subject, like add math. Ahem. Or why can't we play a sport well or why we don't have the confidence to speak in public. For me, I've always wanted to be an all-rounder. I'd like to be good at everything. But of course I'm not. I'd really love to but God has his plans for me. Nevertheless, I'm still human. I get envious of people who simply just excell at everything they do. And I'd probably fret, why am I so inadequate?
Today, I can give you two probable reasons of why we weren't born perfect. First of all, it teaches you to be humble. Imagine if I am actually an all-rounder. Look at the possible effects. It would be like feeding my pride a bunch of good old marshmallows, allowing it to grow and nurture and become ripe. Wow, that sounded wrong in all possible ways. I don't even like marshmallows but you get what I'm trying to say. I'm not saying that I've become humble now. No, this ordeal always has the potential to teach me to become modest. Potentially, it does have. See, maybe it's not that bad if you're not naturally capable of a certain subject. Maybe God is teaching you to earn it by hard work. 
 The other reason would probably sound petty to those who know what they aspire to be in the future.Yes, inadequacy helps you to decide on your future job. For instance, you suck at science subjects and obviously you know you don't enjoy them. Dropping them sounds easy but we're in Malaysia. For some reason, we have the perception that 'if you're good, then you shoud go into science stream' or 'you're only good if you're in science stream'. So, many students feel obliged to enter science stream. But then, if we're obviously are just not cut out for it, then at least it helps in your decision-making for your future career. In your head, you can cross out options medicine, engineering and etc. It helps, it really does. I see many of my friends who don't know what in to be in the future. Some of them are probably just good at every subject, causing them unable to choose which path to take. The rest, possibly purely clueless.
 So peeps, remember these things when you fail at something in life. They are what I call perks.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Behold, the Garbage Enzyme!

Don't think I'm lame just because I pretty am much excited after using garbage enzyme for the first time in my life! Okay, I'm probably lame, but garbage enzymes are not! Honestly, it's really simple to make. Well, the one that I am currently using isn'tt my masterpiece. My lovely neighbour gave it to my family months ago, in the 100 Plus plastic bottle. I practically didn't realize it's existence until a few weeks ago. It was just there, at my patio and I've looked at the bottle countless of times, just that I thought that....nah truth to be told, I didn't think anything of it. So, imagine when I asked for 'the garbage enzyme that Mrs C gave us', and my mom told me where it was. And so you've probably guessed, it was pretty much anti-climatic when I took my first look at it.  

No worries, I used it last week to clean the bathroom (the sink, floor and toilet bowl). It was all good. The smell was came across as quite weird to me at first.  I suspect Mrs C used citrus fruits. Hence, the strong scent. But it was all nice. I guarantee you, InsyaAllah it is as good as your detergent. I think it's way better. You see, I came out from the bathroom feeling a little giddy after absorbing the citrus smell. But surprise, surprise my sister said she thought I had sprayed lemon scented perfume. Imagine the surprise when I told her what was the secret ingredient. Okay, maybe she wasn't surprised. I was the one who was! And so I was encourage more to make our own garbage enzyme and ever since that day, the scent of the GE became pleasent. So, why don't we all start using the GE! It saves the environment. Imagine all the garbage that don't have to end up in landfills! It is really easy to make, I've seen people doing it, just never got around to do it yet. You can save up a lot of money too. It can be used for toilet-cleaning, laundry, car-washing, water bath (yes, you beauty conscious people, it's good for the skin!) and a LOT more.
Our garbage enzyme XD
The best organic waste that I've heard people recommend would be citrus fruit peels (orange, lemon,lime). They produce the best smell.  Try it!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Happy Belated Birthday Malaysia!

So people, a thought just came to me on celebrating Merdeka. I'm not trying to be critical or anything. I love Malaysia. I really do. I love our national language. I love Malaysians who have peculiar traits, some good and some bad. We have the friendly Malaysians who make this country a much better place to live in. Most of us are anti-war. We prefer the tak payah havoc la principle, sometimes it's good but at times it's bad. If something is unjust then we must voice it out. If I ever become a law student, I'd probably insert something from the federal coonstitution as a proof that we have every right to do so. And the definitely bad part about Malaysians would be that we are shamelessly not punctual, the sambil lewa characteristic. I can talk about our filthy public toilets, government and rude taxi drivers but we don't have all day,do we? 
Anyway, back to said thought becoming, I remember attending an Independence Day Celebration at my school last year. My sisters preferred to not attend just because they thought it wasn't fruitful event. At first, I was full of patriotism, defending that we all should. And giving reasons such as we should be proud of all of this. But then they said that just because you attend an Independence day celebration, it doesn't make you patriotic. You could show your love to Malaysia by actually working hard and some day contribute to the country's economy. I didn't remember how I retaliated but I don't exactly remember giving a good comeback. Maybe I had thought to a certain extent, they were right. They were only being practical, weren't they? 
Well I still attended the celebration anyway. And I still don't think it's exactly right to miss one of these celebration. Maybe it's because...Nah, I'd come up with something lame and corny. Hardly helpful. I guess I must say, it feels quite bad to not celebrate. Anybody else care to reason?
 I actually forgot to wish everyone the other day, Eid Mubarak! And also... SELAMAT ULANG TAHUN KEMERDEKAAN KE-54 MALAYSIA! I'd say I''m sorry I'm late' but then again, wishing you late doesn't mean I don't love you, Malaysia. Muah!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Raya Diaries;Water MIA


I love Kelantan, honestly I do love going back to my kampung in Kota Bharu. I assume that every relative of mine loves going back to visit our beloved Tok We Che here but we also one mutual fear, the race to obtain water. Yes, sad isn't it? Honestly, the shortage of water over here is something that we're all used to I think. Nothing big.
But it does get funny sometimes. And yes, troublesome is obvious. But still. This morning, I woke up a bit late only to find that my sisters had gone downstairs to help out in the kitchen.So, my dad was sort of scolding me for such tardiness and laziness. Well it was 7.45 a.m. It was probably considered late because it was the morning of Eid where all the girls( I resent the fact that the guys don't) help in the kitchen to prepare the food for guests after the annual prayer of the morning of Eid.
After all the frenzy in the kitchen,my mom finally told me to shower before the water ran out. My aunt corrected her that water was restored and didn't have to worry about the shortage of water.And so I took my time taking all my baju kurung and other necessities and went into the bathroom. Before I managed to shower, the water ran out. And I panicked..NOOO!!!! I was thinking that this couldn't possibly be.It's Eid, and I don't get to shower?
After some whining to anyone who'd listen to my raya woes, I decided that I could shower at my cousin's house which was beside tok we's. Everyone had already returned from the mosque and guests were already filling the house. But I had to do what I had to do; get a shower.So I braced myself and covered my head with a my green Winnie the Pooh towel, still wearing my pajamas and holding my baju kurung and walked pass the living room where all the guests were.Some did stare. But not all, still, I was flustered. But I managed to get my shower after all of that.
So, you guys probably think it's weird that from all the things I've got to tell from my Eid this year, I chose to tell this. Well, maybe I did choose this story because it's authentic Kelantanese story. I just felt I wanted to record this after sixteen years of going through such.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Face it, He Does Not Err

Sometimes it just feels nice that at the moments you mess up in life, a sort of epiphany dawns on you. At first, you'd probably curse, wear a frown for a period of time because things just didn't go your way. But then, if you really think again, it's sort of a relief that the things that went wrong happened because of your own fault,not in masoschist sort of way but in a sense that we can take comfort that God doesn't make mistakes. He doesn't test us beyond our capability.
He gave us a choice and it's only between you and Him whether you made the right one or not. So people, just give this a thought that when you're down in the dumps. And probably you'd feel the cheesy mushy comforting feeling that it was just meant to be like that. And another wonderful feeling that surges, hope.


That which is on earth we have made but as a glittering show for the earth, in order that We may test them - as to which of them are best in conduct. [18:7]

Monday, August 22, 2011

Rojak Jom!

This post was inspired by my previous post which which I wrote two years back. Unfortunately (or is it fortunately?),I have removed it from public viewing because it SUCKED one load of rotten marshmallows, haha. I don't know if any of you actually read it but oh my, the horror I felt when I read it a few days ago. I was (probably am still) a language killer.
I think, scratch that, I'm certain that most Malaysians are familiar with the rojak language. Yes, Malaysians are unique like that. We tend to mix English, Malay, Tamil and Chinese ( in my case, just the former two) and thus, giving birth to another glorious language, which I call it rojak.Not such a glorious name ey?Others, who take pride in this language, call it the 1 Malaysia language. Ahhh how isnpirational,a big HAHA there, I must add.
In a way, I do feel that this language feels like home, an identity for Malaysians. And it really has a humour touch to it. Very betul meh. And I won't deny that I do practice this language. Just because it's a friendly mother-tongue and it makes people smile. Who can resist that? Alright, it's also because that it's an easy alternative when I can't find the right words with just Engligh or Malay.
People who are prissy in these matters don't think the same. It deteriorates our use of language. Yes, unfortunately, I see this is true to a certain extent. But then, it makes Malaysia a happy place to live, or so I'd like to think. So, anybody up for ABC drink next? Jomla

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Best of Ten Nights

Marhaban ya Ramadhan (Welcome Ramadhan)
It's quite late isn't it to wish Ramadhan when two thirds of the month has passed. Well, my mind is always aloof. But it's not too late to wish...
Marhaban laylat al-Qadr
For those of you who are not aware, muslims included, Laylat al-Qadr is the anniversary of the night the first verses of the Quran were revealed to our beloved prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). It was never revealed when is the exact date but is only known that it is on one of the final ten days of the Ramadhan. It is the night better than one thousand months and so muslims will strive harder to perfom more good deeds to be offered to Allah.
Since we don't know the real date is, many feel that they are obligated to go all out during those last ten nights as to not miss any chance of said night. Of course, I do feel honoured that laylat al-Qadr is probably tonight (the countdown started last night by the way). Then again, I am a sloth. May Allah bless us all and make us better people this Ramadhan.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Is it There?

Why am I even writing a post after a decade since my last post? A little bit of exaggeration over there but yeah, I think you get what I mean. I don't even thnk there's anyone out there, last time I checked I had 'quite a significant number of followers', sapa entah tak tau. Seriously, I can't remember.
So, does anyone in this word wants to know why I'm back? Guessla.... Nope, not because I have developed a passion for writing, it's because I'm testing it! My passion! Honestly I just figured this reason just a few seconds ago. I guess I've been reading blogs recently and I just remembered that a couple of years a ago, I didn't have that passion like other bloggers who have a nick at writing.So I stopped blogging because why would I want to blog about my life? One thing is that I like to keep my personal thoughts on my everyday life somewhat private. And there was the other thing that I felt bored. So, I stopped at my sixth post or something? Haaaaahaaa!
I'm planning to be involved in humanities when I graduate. I dream to be like some kind of activist who can pen off her views well and so people would read and listen to my thoughts. What? I like to be heard! And I like to have a say in politics, sue me! Nah, regular Malaysians have no right to sue me, only they can.
Hmmmmm, maybe I should continue blogging.Not so much about my life but on issues. School is not so good of a medium to voice out my opinions. There's too much of sensitive issues. Anyway, why do I feel that blogger looks so commercialized? Okay, so see how it goes....

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