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.

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]

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

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.

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....