Maafkan saya atas segalanya.
Izinkan saya pergi dengan tiada bebanan kesalahan dari kalian.
Kalau jadi apa-apa eg flight delayed, sila jaga Yuuno baik-baik.
Tolong jangan lupa untuk beri dia makan setiap hari.
Moga dia menang dalam pertaruhan kami. Kami bertanding, siapa akan mati dulu.
5.20 pm pada 1 Disember 2009 (esok!), insyaAllah akan bertolak ke Heathrow, London.
Harap boleh doakan.
InsyaAllah sampai semula di Mesir pada 5 Disember 2009, 9.00 pm lebih kurang.
Esoknya mula kuliah.
Moga penerbangan tidak tergendala.
Erm, dari sini ditemani dua ekor teddy bear unta dan insyaAllah dijemput ayah di sana.
Dia ada kursus di Great Osmond Street Children Hospital.
InsyaAllah menginap di Waverley House Hotel. Dekat dengan Hyde Park.
Mesti Along dengki, wakaka.
Keskemaan manifestasi kecuakan.
Okay, I'll shut up now.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Mari Melobi
Memandangkan saya sedang mengacau Maryam dan akan bermusafir lusa, maka post ini adalah super quick.
Pesanan kepada semua ahli PERUBATAN yang akan mengundi 4 Disember ini, sila mengundi untuk akak ni.
Take my word and vote her for me... Saya takde di Mesir time tu, maka terlepas pengundian. Melainkan JPP yang comel mahu membuka undi pos untuk saya?
Please please. Saya kan seringkali baik je.
Haha.
Siti Khadijah bt. Daud
a.k.a. CtK
Tahun 2 Universiti Kaherah
Timb. Mentor 09/10
AJK Kebajikan Gen8 08/09
SBPI Pekan, Pahang
Tarikh lahir: 18 Oktober 1990
Saiz kasut 39 atau 7
Amat macho dan berkaliber
Mempunyai support system yang utuh
Antara manusia kegemaran saya :)
Selain daripada para JPP yang mantap dan berkaliber, sudah tentu.
p/s: Adakah lobian ini melampaui syarat dan adab-adab melobi? Tidak, kan?
Pesanan kepada semua ahli PERUBATAN yang akan mengundi 4 Disember ini, sila mengundi untuk akak ni.
Take my word and vote her for me... Saya takde di Mesir time tu, maka terlepas pengundian. Melainkan JPP yang comel mahu membuka undi pos untuk saya?
Please please. Saya kan seringkali baik je.
Haha.
Siti Khadijah bt. Dauda.k.a. CtK
Tahun 2 Universiti Kaherah
Timb. Mentor 09/10
AJK Kebajikan Gen8 08/09
SBPI Pekan, Pahang
Tarikh lahir: 18 Oktober 1990
Saiz kasut 39 atau 7
Amat macho dan berkaliber
Mempunyai support system yang utuh
Antara manusia kegemaran saya :)
Selain daripada para JPP yang mantap dan berkaliber, sudah tentu.
p/s: Adakah lobian ini melampaui syarat dan adab-adab melobi? Tidak, kan?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
FLOW Gen 8
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Aslmwbt semua.Semoga sentiasa dalam rahmat Allah.
Emel ini adalah susulan kepada FLOW untuk Gen 8 yang berlangsung petang tadi.
Ana dah hantar through yahoogroup batch, tapi ada je yang tak dapat.
Maka sila addkan diri anda bagi mengelakkan anda lambat/tak dapat info.
Kerana kesuntukan masa, Kak Aimi tidak sempat berkongsi beberapa perkara. Di bawah disertakan sedikit sebanyak nota yang ditinggalkannya:
Study mengikut subjek: *hasil brainstorm bersama Kak Izzah*
Physio:
-faham
-organize ilmu dengan teratur
eg: faham method of action of any given enzyme, sebelum receptor dia dan etc
Anat:
-diagram untuk memudahkan kita nampak
eg: course and relations of blood vessels, nerves
-imagine (tengok atlas)
Histo:
-slides
-jangan sesekali ambil mudah
Biochem:
-praktis melukis diagram (helpful in exams)
Psycho:
-sila jangan study last minit!
bab kata senior, "jangan study last minute, tapi studylah sampai last minute."
-study dengan lebih rasa empathy
Exam sessions:
-organize apa yang nak dibaca
-ikut masa dan kepentingan
Menghafal:
-menghafal bukan satu method study, tetapi ia satu complement factor
-FAHAM dahulu, baru mudah hafal
-organize ilmu dengan teratur, baru mudah untuk recall
*ulang dan ulang dan ulang (bak kata Saudara Amir)
Penggunaan buku rujukan luar:
-ok je
-kalau boleh, fokus baca satu buku sahaja, tak perlu banyak-banyak
-kalau ada info tambahan, tambahkan sahaja pada buku utama tadi
-nota membantu (bergantung pada individu)
Andai sebarang pertanyaan, boleh la dirujuk senior-senior yang mantap belaka tadi:
-Amir Firdaus b. Ali Shariffudin
-Haslina bt. Mohammed
-Aimi Athirah bt. Azmi Murad
p/s: Please ask me or anyone for their emails, kalau letak dalam blog nanti orang buat main.
I trust that all of us are matured enough in our adabs with seniors :)
Seterusnya ana nak ucap jutaan terima kasih atas komitmen dan minta maaf atas segala kekurangan dan kesilapan. Semoga iman dan taqwa kita bertambah dan segala yang dapat dalam majlis tadi dapat dimanfaatkan kepada semua dan diri khususnya.
Sila doakan untuk para sahabat, senior dan junior juga.
Happy studying for upcoming exams, may Allah grants us ease and serenity.
Wallahu a'lam
Nur Atiqah Mohd Hanifah,
Cairo University; Egypt.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Always I Forget
This is for those who were pissed off by such trivial lessons in life.
You got through the day,
alhamdulillah.
No bones broken,
just dignity shattered.
Haha.
Be ikhlas in your intentions,
have pure heart,
which will reflect your cool facade.
Be wary of your time,
don't let it be wasted again.
Be patient,
or the lessons will continue
with increase in tolerance.
Trust me,
we've been through this for years!
See if you'll survive another.
So be patient,
Patient
Patient
PATIENT
You get the point, right?
Everyone has a bad day,
let's be cool with it.
And for everything it is,
Allah is there.
And ears are always around.
Please remember to
SMILE :)
I don't care if it's fake,
just don't look ill.
Cut back on those caffeine,
seriously.
Let's not live on drugs.
Learn from everything.
Yuuno is there for a reason, you know.
Don't get lost!
He needs you, he'll cry if you do :(
And He, too, is not going to abandon you.
Ever.
Oh, and Atiqah,
"In the end, everything will be okay.
If it's not okay, then it's not the end."
alhamdulillah.
No bones broken,
just dignity shattered.
Haha.
Be ikhlas in your intentions,
have pure heart,
which will reflect your cool facade.
Be wary of your time,
don't let it be wasted again.
Be patient,
or the lessons will continue
with increase in tolerance.
Trust me,
we've been through this for years!
See if you'll survive another.
So be patient,
Patient
Patient
PATIENT
You get the point, right?
Everyone has a bad day,
let's be cool with it.
And for everything it is,
Allah is there.
And ears are always around.
Please remember to
SMILE :)
I don't care if it's fake,
just don't look ill.
Cut back on those caffeine,
seriously.
Let's not live on drugs.
Learn from everything.
Yuuno is there for a reason, you know.
Don't get lost!
He needs you, he'll cry if you do :(
And He, too, is not going to abandon you.
Ever.
Oh, and Atiqah,
"In the end, everything will be okay.
If it's not okay, then it's not the end."
10th Nov : Musim Sejuk yang Panas
Hari ni saya telah ponteng kelas Dr. Sherif Zaky yang bermula jam 7.30 am semata-mata kerana nak perbaharui visa.
7.30 am sampai Mugamma'.
Raja dihalang masuk oleh pak guard. "At nine."
Sembilan? Bukan ke lapan biasanya dah bukak?
"Sa3ah tamaniah, ya3ni?"
"Aiwah, nine."
Rasa bangga sebab dia berusaha jugak untuk berbahasa asing. Tahniah.
Saya masuk jam 7.55 am.
Orang pertama yang tersenyum dan duduk di kerusi berhadapan kaunter makcik-makcik yang mantap andai dia buat kerja dengan ikhlas.
8.20 am baru dia benarkan menghampiri dia selepas dia sudah bersarapan, bergosip harian dan bercelak.
Dibeleknya segala dokumen.
Disuruhnya pulang ke universiti sebab "Saya nak syahadah yang ada nama dalam Arab dan Inggeris! Cop kene betul-betul atas nama!"
Merepek.
Dengan segera berlari dan berteksi ke universiti.
8.30 am di Syuun Tolabah. Kaunter yang berorang adalah kaunter tahun 1, 4 dan 6.
Pergi ke kaunter tahun 1. "Saya nak syahadah."
"Awak tahun berapa?"
"Tahun 2."
"Datang balik sejam nanti."
"Tak boleh ke saya amik borang kat sini?"
"Sejam lagi la, budak."
Merepek.
Tersenyum dengan muka tak puas hati dan study Biochem sekejap depan bangunan.
Sabar... sabar... sabar... Argh!
Masuk balik jam 8.45 am. Makcik kaunter tahun 2 dah muncul! Tahniah, tahniah.
Dia tengah sarapan. "Setengah jam lagi."
Merepek.
Tersengih dan menyeringai depan pintu masuk Syuun Tolabah. Mengulang kembali bacaan Mathurat.
Masuk balik jam 8.50 am.
Dihalau keluar balik.
Dipanggil semula oleh makcik yang duduk di kaunter tahun 4.
"Awak nak apa?"
"Saya nak syahadah je." Tersenyum manis. "Je."
"Minta ngan makcik Hoda." Dan dilaungnya nama makcik Hoda banyak kali, sampai la berpaling makcik kaunter tahun 2 dari gosip hariannya.
Oh, nama makcik Hoda ke?
"Bagi la borang syahadah kat budak ni." Makcik di kaunter tahun 4 berkata dari seberang. "Dah lama budak ni kat sini."
Makcik Hoda dengan penuh lemah-gemalai menyerahkan borang syahadah beserta muka tak puas hati kepada saya.
Saya isi dengan segera.
Dah siap. Mana Makcik Hoda?
Pukul 9 am. Kelas Dr. Sherif dah habis. Kelihatan kelibat Baher dan Laila serta budak-budak lelaki.
Makcik lain yang macam baik sikit datang. Dibeleknya. "Nak kernih."
"Sila, sila."
Dibelek, dicakar ruang kosong dan disign borang syahadah saya.
"Nak gambar."
Huh? "Nah, sila."
Disteplernya dahi saya atas borang. Diserahkan kembali.
"Erk, saya nak cop jugak."
"Pergi kaunter tahun 1."
"Baik."
Dengan jurusnye saya ke kaunter sebelah.
"Pergi kaunter tahun 4." Makcik kaunter tu cakap.
Apekah? "Baik."
Menghadap makcik baik kaunter tahun 4 dengan sengihan kerang. "Makcik tu suruh saya datang sini untuk amik cop."
"Pergi balik kaunter tahun 1."
We are not playing pass-the-volatile-Atiqah here! "Ye, baik."
Menapak di kaunter tahun 1.
Kelihatan kelibat makcik yang membawa bersamanya cop-cop.
Saya segera hulur.
Dia tengok. Dia sign dan cop di hujung bawah borang dan dihujung atasnya.
Saya belek.
"Makcik boleh copkan atas nama saya?"
"Tu atas nama la tu."
"Tak, nak yang betul-betul atas nama." Ceria sahaja nada suara yang meminta-minta itu.
"Budak-budak Malaysia ni kan..."
"Haha," Saya tersengih. "Terima kasih makcik. Moga Allah membanyakkan kebaikan atas makcik."
"Ye la."
Berlari ke kedai fotostat. Ramai orang. Berlari ke Maahad Ta'awun sebab kedai fotostat lain semuanya tutup.
Naik teksi ke Mugamma'.
Sekarang jam 9.30 am.
Terus ke kaunter dan hulur borang.
Makcik tu terus proses borang dengan efisien sekali.
Dia serah balik passport.
Saya tunggu jap.
Dia merenung. "Dah setel la. Awak nak apa lagi?"
Eh? Dah?? "Oh, terima kasih puan."
9.35 am keluar Mugamma'. Kelas seterusnya pukul 11.
Bermain-main sekejap.
Pulang ke rumah jam 10.30 am.
Bermesra dengan Kak Insyirah jap.
"Awak rasa hari ni hari yang malang ke?"
"Tak." Tersengih lebar. "Mesti ada la tu, saya buat salah ngan sape kat mana-mana..."
Keluar rumah 10.50 am. Lari!
Lessons for today:
- Be patient.
- Sabar.
- Isbir.
- Plan and well-organize everything.
- Jangan ponteng kelas. Tak berkat.
- Al-akhdzu bil-asbab.
p/s: Saya paling benci semut. Ye, amat. Saya akan berhenti di tepi jalan semata-mata untuk bunuh mereka.
Bertentangan dengan Nabi Sulaiman yang berhenti di tepi jalan untuk elak dari bunuh mereka.
Ape r budak ni.
Kedua saya paling benci lalat.
7.30 am sampai Mugamma'.
Raja dihalang masuk oleh pak guard. "At nine."
Sembilan? Bukan ke lapan biasanya dah bukak?
"Sa3ah tamaniah, ya3ni?"
"Aiwah, nine."
Rasa bangga sebab dia berusaha jugak untuk berbahasa asing. Tahniah.
Saya masuk jam 7.55 am.
Orang pertama yang tersenyum dan duduk di kerusi berhadapan kaunter makcik-makcik yang mantap andai dia buat kerja dengan ikhlas.
8.20 am baru dia benarkan menghampiri dia selepas dia sudah bersarapan, bergosip harian dan bercelak.
Dibeleknya segala dokumen.
Disuruhnya pulang ke universiti sebab "Saya nak syahadah yang ada nama dalam Arab dan Inggeris! Cop kene betul-betul atas nama!"
Merepek.
Dengan segera berlari dan berteksi ke universiti.
8.30 am di Syuun Tolabah. Kaunter yang berorang adalah kaunter tahun 1, 4 dan 6.
Pergi ke kaunter tahun 1. "Saya nak syahadah."
"Awak tahun berapa?"
"Tahun 2."
"Datang balik sejam nanti."
"Tak boleh ke saya amik borang kat sini?"
"Sejam lagi la, budak."
Merepek.
Tersenyum dengan muka tak puas hati dan study Biochem sekejap depan bangunan.
Sabar... sabar... sabar... Argh!
Masuk balik jam 8.45 am. Makcik kaunter tahun 2 dah muncul! Tahniah, tahniah.
Dia tengah sarapan. "Setengah jam lagi."
Merepek.
Tersengih dan menyeringai depan pintu masuk Syuun Tolabah. Mengulang kembali bacaan Mathurat.
Masuk balik jam 8.50 am.
Dihalau keluar balik.
Dipanggil semula oleh makcik yang duduk di kaunter tahun 4.
"Awak nak apa?"
"Saya nak syahadah je." Tersenyum manis. "Je."
"Minta ngan makcik Hoda." Dan dilaungnya nama makcik Hoda banyak kali, sampai la berpaling makcik kaunter tahun 2 dari gosip hariannya.
Oh, nama makcik Hoda ke?
"Bagi la borang syahadah kat budak ni." Makcik di kaunter tahun 4 berkata dari seberang. "Dah lama budak ni kat sini."
Makcik Hoda dengan penuh lemah-gemalai menyerahkan borang syahadah beserta muka tak puas hati kepada saya.
Saya isi dengan segera.
Dah siap. Mana Makcik Hoda?
Pukul 9 am. Kelas Dr. Sherif dah habis. Kelihatan kelibat Baher dan Laila serta budak-budak lelaki.
Makcik lain yang macam baik sikit datang. Dibeleknya. "Nak kernih."
"Sila, sila."
Dibelek, dicakar ruang kosong dan disign borang syahadah saya.
"Nak gambar."
Huh? "Nah, sila."
Disteplernya dahi saya atas borang. Diserahkan kembali.
"Erk, saya nak cop jugak."
"Pergi kaunter tahun 1."
"Baik."
Dengan jurusnye saya ke kaunter sebelah.
"Pergi kaunter tahun 4." Makcik kaunter tu cakap.
Apekah? "Baik."
Menghadap makcik baik kaunter tahun 4 dengan sengihan kerang. "Makcik tu suruh saya datang sini untuk amik cop."
"Pergi balik kaunter tahun 1."
We are not playing pass-the-volatile-Atiqah here! "Ye, baik."
Menapak di kaunter tahun 1.
Kelihatan kelibat makcik yang membawa bersamanya cop-cop.
Saya segera hulur.
Dia tengok. Dia sign dan cop di hujung bawah borang dan dihujung atasnya.
Saya belek.
"Makcik boleh copkan atas nama saya?"
"Tu atas nama la tu."
"Tak, nak yang betul-betul atas nama." Ceria sahaja nada suara yang meminta-minta itu.
"Budak-budak Malaysia ni kan..."
"Haha," Saya tersengih. "Terima kasih makcik. Moga Allah membanyakkan kebaikan atas makcik."
"Ye la."
Berlari ke kedai fotostat. Ramai orang. Berlari ke Maahad Ta'awun sebab kedai fotostat lain semuanya tutup.
Naik teksi ke Mugamma'.
Sekarang jam 9.30 am.
Terus ke kaunter dan hulur borang.
Makcik tu terus proses borang dengan efisien sekali.
Dia serah balik passport.
Saya tunggu jap.
Dia merenung. "Dah setel la. Awak nak apa lagi?"
Eh? Dah?? "Oh, terima kasih puan."
9.35 am keluar Mugamma'. Kelas seterusnya pukul 11.
Bermain-main sekejap.
Pulang ke rumah jam 10.30 am.
Bermesra dengan Kak Insyirah jap.
"Awak rasa hari ni hari yang malang ke?"
"Tak." Tersengih lebar. "Mesti ada la tu, saya buat salah ngan sape kat mana-mana..."
Keluar rumah 10.50 am. Lari!
Lessons for today:
- Be patient.
- Sabar.
- Isbir.
- Plan and well-organize everything.
- Jangan ponteng kelas. Tak berkat.
- Al-akhdzu bil-asbab.
p/s: Saya paling benci semut. Ye, amat. Saya akan berhenti di tepi jalan semata-mata untuk bunuh mereka.
Bertentangan dengan Nabi Sulaiman yang berhenti di tepi jalan untuk elak dari bunuh mereka.
Ape r budak ni.
Kedua saya paling benci lalat.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Get Hot Gen 8
Get Hot Gen 8
Tarikh:
30 Oktober 2009
Masa:
4.30pm - 8.30pm
Tempat:
Hadhonatul Bustan
Tema:
Get hot, let it burns!
Tarikh:
30 Oktober 2009
Masa:
4.30pm - 8.30pm
Tempat:
Hadhonatul Bustan
Tema:
Get hot, let it burns!
Objektif:
0- Tambahkan iman dan taqwa.
1- Kukuhkan ukhuwah.
2- Tingkatkan semangat hadapi Tahun 2.
3- Sambutan sempena program pertama Gen 8 Akhowat bagi sesi 09/10.
4- Ketua Batch malas nak buat open house.
Haha~ If I die suspiciously tomorrow, you all know why.
Aktiviti:
1- Sesi mencapub
Ucapan Pengarah
Ucapan Ketua Batch
2- Tazkirah
Oleh Unit Pembangunan Insan Batch
3- Tayangan video
Oleh Unit Multimedia dan Penerbitan Batch
4- Permainan
Regu
Impulse
5- Makan (!)
Ayam bakar (thus the name)
Nasi goreng cina
Salad hijau
Salad kentang
Coleslaw
Pencuci mulut yang amat pelbagai
6- Tukar kad
7- Tapau
Kredit:
Jutaan terima kasih diucapkan kepada semua kerana telah menyumbang untuk majlis kita dan memeriahkan Hadhonatul Bustan. Semoga segala objektif tercapai dan kebaikan berkekalan sehingga ke syurga.
Kami minta maaf kerana terdapat banyak kekurangan dalam pengurusan dan sebagainya. Moga ianya menjadi iktibar kepada kita bersama dan program ini menjadi panduan bagi program-program akan datang.
Tidak terhingga tahniah dan syabas kepada para AJK yang telah bersusah-payah membanting keringat bagi kelancaran pengurusan majlis. Allah sahaja boleh membalas kebaikan kalian dan moga ianya menambahkan berat mizan kalian.
p/s: Sila ingat apa yang aku membebel mesyuarat tadi. Especially point yang diulang serius banyak kali.
Dan aku terlupa nak sebut dalam meeting tadi. Aku bangga dengan kalian. Hehe.
Mesti semua flame aku pasni.
Di sini disertakan nama mereka untuk dimuatkan dalam doa para pembaca:
Big Boss a.k.a. Ex-Officio:
Umairah
Timb. Pengarah:
Ellya
AJK Program:
Aisyah Zahirah, Izzah
AJK Makanan:
Najwa, Bahiran, Tasnim Hanafi
AJK Peralatan:
Syaimaa Ahmad, Syuhada
AJK Tempat:
Nadirah (Ketua Batch), Badriyah
AJK Kebersihan dan Keceriaan:
Nasywa, Sarah
AJK Kebajikan dan Keselamatan:
Humairah, Khadijah (CtK)
AJK Tugas-tugas Khas:
Raihanah (Anah), Raihaana (Rai)
Ucapan khas kepada Maisarah dan Ira kerana kemantapan mereka mengacarakan majlis serta post-party clean-up. Juga kepada Zahidah atas tazkirah yang penuh makna menusuk kalbu.
Sudah tentunya budak yang dalam ingatan, Najiha yang dibuli Pengarah dalam penyiapan tayangan video. Tahniah kerana berjaya memaksa dia tidur atas lantai yang sejuk dan keras. Haha.
Terima kasih sekali lagi kerana menjayakan majlis. Semoga sifat 'izzah dan kebersamaan dalam batch kita diteruskan.
Juga semoga iman dan taqwa masing-masing meningkat.
Sekian,
Yuuno
Pengarah,
Get Hot Gen 8.
p/s: If you can't find your name in this post, Allah and you know who you are.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tujuh Perempuan dan Satu Jantan
Untuk semestar ini, saya tidak lagi menghuni Imarah 20. Selamat tinggal wahai bawwabah yang sering bermasalah, reception yang meringat peluh saya serta sutuh yang pastinya saya rindui. Juga semoga tidak dibuli saya ucapkan kepada ketua imarah yang baru, Maryam.
Ahli rumah juga dah berubah. Kami berlapan sekarang; Kak Bihah, Kak Insyirah, Nadh, Raja, Hanan, Nisa, dan saya yang sebilik dengan Yuuno.
Nama rumah kami Villa Raihan. Nama panjang Raihany.
Bilik saya agak besar. Lebih kurang atau besar sedikit daripada bilik kecil di Imarah. Memandangkan tiada antara kami yang suka berbual-bual kosong, maka seringkali saya berhadapan dengan kesunyian diselangi bunyi jam, kipas dan Yuuno bergerak-gerak.
Itu pun jika dia bergerak. Yang biasanya dibuat lewat tengah malam mahupun awal gile pagi. Apa punya raksasa batu...
Mungkin disebabkan saya kurang menghargai teman sebilik yang lalu, maka kali ini dihukum tiada teman sebilik. Maafkan saya, Arachi.
Rumah ini juga sudah dilengkapi dengan talian telefon. Sedikit malang ianya bermasalah, maka talian internet tidak boleh dipasang lagi. Ini menyebabkan kesukaran di pihak saya untuk online, maka banyak lah kerja yang tertangguh.
Kepada warga SMI Aman, ana minta maaf. Sila berusaha bersungguh-sungguh memeriahkan laman sekolah.
Kepada senior PRISMA, ana tertinggal draf kertas kerja dekat Malaysia. Haha, maaf :P I'll redraft and send it to you guys before the meeting.
Argh, lapar la pulak.
Kepada Kak Fathy, maaf sebab tak siapkan berita spekulasi bajet Gema Aidilfitri. Ditambah pula dengan faktor saya sudah pun menghabiskan menonton trilogi Pirates of the Carribeans dan James Bond lakonan Daniel Craig, maka saya sudah tidak bersemangat untuk menghadap komputer.
Skrol atas jap.
Banyak gile perkataan 'maka'.
Jika kalian ada masa, datanglah melawat. Sila bawak jus mangga bersama.
Untuk pengetahuan orang yang ingin tahu, 2-4 Disember ni insya-Allah saya bercadang ke London sempena cuti Eid Adha.
5hb dah mula kelas. Hebat kan? Sila doakan, ye.
Ahli rumah juga dah berubah. Kami berlapan sekarang; Kak Bihah, Kak Insyirah, Nadh, Raja, Hanan, Nisa, dan saya yang sebilik dengan Yuuno.
Nama rumah kami Villa Raihan. Nama panjang Raihany.
Bilik saya agak besar. Lebih kurang atau besar sedikit daripada bilik kecil di Imarah. Memandangkan tiada antara kami yang suka berbual-bual kosong, maka seringkali saya berhadapan dengan kesunyian diselangi bunyi jam, kipas dan Yuuno bergerak-gerak.
Itu pun jika dia bergerak. Yang biasanya dibuat lewat tengah malam mahupun awal gile pagi. Apa punya raksasa batu...
Mungkin disebabkan saya kurang menghargai teman sebilik yang lalu, maka kali ini dihukum tiada teman sebilik. Maafkan saya, Arachi.
Rumah ini juga sudah dilengkapi dengan talian telefon. Sedikit malang ianya bermasalah, maka talian internet tidak boleh dipasang lagi. Ini menyebabkan kesukaran di pihak saya untuk online, maka banyak lah kerja yang tertangguh.
Kepada warga SMI Aman, ana minta maaf. Sila berusaha bersungguh-sungguh memeriahkan laman sekolah.
Kepada senior PRISMA, ana tertinggal draf kertas kerja dekat Malaysia. Haha, maaf :P I'll redraft and send it to you guys before the meeting.
Argh, lapar la pulak.
Kepada Kak Fathy, maaf sebab tak siapkan berita spekulasi bajet Gema Aidilfitri. Ditambah pula dengan faktor saya sudah pun menghabiskan menonton trilogi Pirates of the Carribeans dan James Bond lakonan Daniel Craig, maka saya sudah tidak bersemangat untuk menghadap komputer.
Skrol atas jap.
Banyak gile perkataan 'maka'.
Jika kalian ada masa, datanglah melawat. Sila bawak jus mangga bersama.
Untuk pengetahuan orang yang ingin tahu, 2-4 Disember ni insya-Allah saya bercadang ke London sempena cuti Eid Adha.
5hb dah mula kelas. Hebat kan? Sila doakan, ye.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Kempen Sayangi Haiwan
"I'm not stingy, okay? If you want it, just say so. Don't nibble your way into. You understand me?"
They continued running around.
"But, of course I will never share my keropok with you. What makes you think I'm that kind?"
She picked up the piece of keropok and shook them of it. They ran futilely for their life. The evil dictator pressed them flatly on the cold tile.
One unfortunately ventured onto her hand. Lethal mistake. She frowned.
"And don't crawl on me, creep. It's annoying." She accentuated by squeezing the poor soul into oblivion.
"My bed is totally off-limit. If I see any of you on it, that will be the last of you. Mark my word."
The running continued hecticly.
"Good. I'm glad we've reach an agreement."
She picked herself up and grabbed her beloved can of Baygon. Hoisted it readily.
"Goodbye."
---
The mad spraying of Baygon continued. Helpless ants ran wildly for cover.
p/s: Cruelty is necessary. I am particularly allergic to their painful bites.
They continued running around.
"But, of course I will never share my keropok with you. What makes you think I'm that kind?"
She picked up the piece of keropok and shook them of it. They ran futilely for their life. The evil dictator pressed them flatly on the cold tile.
One unfortunately ventured onto her hand. Lethal mistake. She frowned.
"And don't crawl on me, creep. It's annoying." She accentuated by squeezing the poor soul into oblivion.
"My bed is totally off-limit. If I see any of you on it, that will be the last of you. Mark my word."
The running continued hecticly.
"Good. I'm glad we've reach an agreement."
She picked herself up and grabbed her beloved can of Baygon. Hoisted it readily.
"Goodbye."
---
The mad spraying of Baygon continued. Helpless ants ran wildly for cover.
p/s: Cruelty is necessary. I am particularly allergic to their painful bites.
Away We Fray
Angst is a genre never to be ventured into. It destroys any remnants of good mood, induces tear, promotes break down and wrenches poor fragile heart.
Needless to say, it is not for the faint-hearted.
As sunny as I am, I always stay true to my nature of never ever read anything of angsty material. Especially the ones written by the ever excellent Firefly.
So how come I'm relistening and relistening to this piece? Even to the point of looping this song only?
It reminds me of failures and how deep the effects run when you neglect your responsibilities.
The hopes that will pummel hard on earth. The many hearts you will break.
Ironically, it forces me to force myself better.
Needless to say, it is not for the faint-hearted.
As sunny as I am, I always stay true to my nature of never ever read anything of angsty material. Especially the ones written by the ever excellent Firefly.
So how come I'm relistening and relistening to this piece? Even to the point of looping this song only?
It reminds me of failures and how deep the effects run when you neglect your responsibilities.
The hopes that will pummel hard on earth. The many hearts you will break.
Ironically, it forces me to force myself better.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
3rd Oct: Had I Known How To
Yesterday.
Was pissed off by imarah's main door, seniors and subsequently lashed out on innocent juniors.
The so-not-innocent juniors, whoever, were safely hidden from the wrath of co-owner of Baitun Nuha and acting Ketua Imarah.
Wonder if seniors were ever pissed off by me.
Well, yeah... there was this one time. Oh, and remember when I had to... Not to mention that time when I got lost...
Okay, we're even.
Was soon calmed by the presence of a God-sent calm senior who seemed to be in a chirpy holiday spirit.
Human and their moods.
Took advantage of it by asking for help :P Was replied with a smiley invitation to bother and Raya greetings.
Was I not informed of his marriage? Allah bless him.
Today.
Went to Dokki. Fortunately, didn't take the wrong train this time.
Took my number and was ushered to sit by this kind man. Waited for an hour. Dozed off thrice.
I curse my inability to ask for help.
Went back to the house and was dead on the bed.
Was soon awoken due to the eerie silence. The room... it's too big for just me and Yuuno. Perhaps I should buy two oversized plushies.
One the shape of a crocodile, and the other one of a tiger. Yeah.
Dozing off.
Suddenly, Life by Yui rang. Jolted.
Argh! Ape ni?? Mane boleh call orang lepas 9 malam!
Looked at the caller ID. The time was 2034 hour.
Sighed. Answered it. This better be good.
Dozing... trying to...
Life by Yui rang again.
I should put up a working hour sign. Sighed.
Slumped back. A few minutes. Five, four, three, two, one...
Life by Yui rang again.
The next day.
Class commenced.
Dashed to the bank. Was really drained. Could barely pay for my books.
Id3ilna.
The day after that.
Allah help me with Physiology.
Am I being too hard? Nope. No. It's normalcy.
And people asked why I'd rather do things on my own. A hipocrite against my own words.
I guess that's personal.
Owed Dijoh a great deal. Please hug her when you see her.
Today was penurunan takhta, as Yuuno calls it. Tomorrow will be the day to save a life.
Be safe, everyone.
Was pissed off by imarah's main door, seniors and subsequently lashed out on innocent juniors.
The so-not-innocent juniors, whoever, were safely hidden from the wrath of co-owner of Baitun Nuha and acting Ketua Imarah.
Wonder if seniors were ever pissed off by me.
Well, yeah... there was this one time. Oh, and remember when I had to... Not to mention that time when I got lost...
Okay, we're even.
Was soon calmed by the presence of a God-sent calm senior who seemed to be in a chirpy holiday spirit.
Human and their moods.
Took advantage of it by asking for help :P Was replied with a smiley invitation to bother and Raya greetings.
Today.
Went to Dokki. Fortunately, didn't take the wrong train this time.
Took my number and was ushered to sit by this kind man. Waited for an hour. Dozed off thrice.
I curse my inability to ask for help.
Went back to the house and was dead on the bed.
Was soon awoken due to the eerie silence. The room... it's too big for just me and Yuuno. Perhaps I should buy two oversized plushies.
One the shape of a crocodile, and the other one of a tiger. Yeah.
Dozing off.
Suddenly, Life by Yui rang. Jolted.
Argh! Ape ni?? Mane boleh call orang lepas 9 malam!
Looked at the caller ID. The time was 2034 hour.
Sighed. Answered it. This better be good.
Dozing... trying to...
Life by Yui rang again.
I should put up a working hour sign. Sighed.
Slumped back. A few minutes. Five, four, three, two, one...
Life by Yui rang again.
The next day.
Class commenced.
Dashed to the bank. Was really drained. Could barely pay for my books.
Id3ilna.
The day after that.
Allah help me with Physiology.
Don't ask for things to be easier. Ask for yourself to be better.
Don't give excuses to be weak.
Don't give excuses to be weak.
Am I being too hard? Nope. No. It's normalcy.
And people asked why I'd rather do things on my own. A hipocrite against my own words.
I guess that's personal.
Owed Dijoh a great deal. Please hug her when you see her.
Today was penurunan takhta, as Yuuno calls it. Tomorrow will be the day to save a life.
Be safe, everyone.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Silent Lesson
I am writing this because no cousins of mine are going to read this. If you are my cousin, go away la, please. I'll treat you to mercun when we meet.
Once upon a time, in a land not quite far away, there was a young feisty little lass returning home after nearly a year abroad.
She played, humored and mingled with her beloved family, long-lost friends and pesky school juniors [no offence, kiddoes. I really love you guys.] for nearly two whole months with once a while glance towards her rotting Physiology book.
She too, managed to brush up on her lethal driving skills and meet up with pseudo-nice dentist for a somewhat terrifying scaling job.
Nearing the end of her stay in Malaysia, she and her family returned to their villages to celebrate Eid with the country folks. She hoarded her endless supply of keropok into her cargo bag and dutifully left behind several important essentials; such as her clamshell hair-clip and a gift of Quran from her teacher.
Oh well, she mindlessly shrugged. I can always bully some kind, pretty and helpful neighbors to haul them back for me. Or so she thought.
Nevertheless, they safely arrived in Perak.
Since there were so many aunties around, she was spared the fun-filled kitchen chores. She could be found running around chasing cousins and hugging their teddy-bear figures. Or by her opah listening to her view on life.
When night fall and chubby cousins were left to rest, she huddled with aunties who told her what families were up to.
Kak Ila was engaged to some Ipoh-based guy. Abang Iwan and Abang Rizal were married; the latter currently in Indonesia. Abang Azrul's son has dermatology issues. Abang Saleh's new bike was stolen; the poor soul still paying the monthly installment. Angah is planning on joining her in Egypt. She had an annoying second cousin who is too smart for his own good.
And Abang Yan is working for Ateh, helping him with his palm oil plantation and endless orchard chores.
But I thought he was a mechanic.
He was, Chik Na said. Until his boss called him to work during lunch break when he was at home, feeding grandpa. He quit the job right there and then.
Oh.
Being the over-indulged observer she is, she cannot go even for a day without a subject of interest. And hers that day was that older cousin.
He was tall, lanky, a simple-dressed fellow of jeans and t-shirts, had a bulb of moustache and barely-there goatee. He played dangerous firecrackers with glee; setting a nasty example on the little kiddies and earning an earful from the skemarama miss goody.
He was your typical rural boy with just enough education, who worked his last drop of will for a living. Who stayed with opah and atuk to care for them when he could just make his break with the army. Or stayed close to his parents and many siblings.
She was your abnormally sane suburban girl faking Tourette syndrome who read medicine as serious as she was chasing chubby baby cousins for a hug. Who sometimes was irked with her immature siblings and lashed out laden with vain.
Who came back for two months after ten months of absence just to act like she cared.
Now she felt awful for giving him that earful.
So true was the words of Allah from surah Al-Hujurat;
She stood up from staring through her cousin's back and sat next to her atuk, starting a conversation just to hear his voice.
It was time to depart for Melaka and they were saying their goodbyes and take-cares and please-pray-for-me.
He returned from fishing at the river and she sincerely thanked him [for teaching me a life lesson in silence] and apologized [for that nagging on those awfully loud mercun. Though I must say, you'll lose a finger one day. Haha. Okay, I was joking.]
They settled into the cars and the folks waved. She slowly, almost reluctantly waved back.
She looked at each and every one of them. Committing that moment to memory. Her mind flicked and she felt like crying.
Is it worth it?
Stay alive until it is, then.
Once upon a time, in a land not quite far away, there was a young feisty little lass returning home after nearly a year abroad.
She played, humored and mingled with her beloved family, long-lost friends and pesky school juniors [no offence, kiddoes. I really love you guys.] for nearly two whole months with once a while glance towards her rotting Physiology book.
She too, managed to brush up on her lethal driving skills and meet up with pseudo-nice dentist for a somewhat terrifying scaling job.
Nearing the end of her stay in Malaysia, she and her family returned to their villages to celebrate Eid with the country folks. She hoarded her endless supply of keropok into her cargo bag and dutifully left behind several important essentials; such as her clamshell hair-clip and a gift of Quran from her teacher.
Oh well, she mindlessly shrugged. I can always bully some kind, pretty and helpful neighbors to haul them back for me. Or so she thought.
Nevertheless, they safely arrived in Perak.
Since there were so many aunties around, she was spared the fun-filled kitchen chores. She could be found running around chasing cousins and hugging their teddy-bear figures. Or by her opah listening to her view on life.
When night fall and chubby cousins were left to rest, she huddled with aunties who told her what families were up to.
Kak Ila was engaged to some Ipoh-based guy. Abang Iwan and Abang Rizal were married; the latter currently in Indonesia. Abang Azrul's son has dermatology issues. Abang Saleh's new bike was stolen; the poor soul still paying the monthly installment. Angah is planning on joining her in Egypt. She had an annoying second cousin who is too smart for his own good.
And Abang Yan is working for Ateh, helping him with his palm oil plantation and endless orchard chores.
But I thought he was a mechanic.
He was, Chik Na said. Until his boss called him to work during lunch break when he was at home, feeding grandpa. He quit the job right there and then.
Oh.
Being the over-indulged observer she is, she cannot go even for a day without a subject of interest. And hers that day was that older cousin.
He was tall, lanky, a simple-dressed fellow of jeans and t-shirts, had a bulb of moustache and barely-there goatee. He played dangerous firecrackers with glee; setting a nasty example on the little kiddies and earning an earful from the skemarama miss goody.
He was your typical rural boy with just enough education, who worked his last drop of will for a living. Who stayed with opah and atuk to care for them when he could just make his break with the army. Or stayed close to his parents and many siblings.
She was your abnormally sane suburban girl faking Tourette syndrome who read medicine as serious as she was chasing chubby baby cousins for a hug. Who sometimes was irked with her immature siblings and lashed out laden with vain.
Who came back for two months after ten months of absence just to act like she cared.
Now she felt awful for giving him that earful.
So true was the words of Allah from surah Al-Hujurat;
Let not some men among you laugh at others:
It may be that the (latter) are better than the (former)
[49:11]
Verily the most honored of you in the sight of Allah
Verily the most honored of you in the sight of Allah
is (he who is) the most righteous of you.
[49:13]
She stood up from staring through her cousin's back and sat next to her atuk, starting a conversation just to hear his voice.
It was time to depart for Melaka and they were saying their goodbyes and take-cares and please-pray-for-me.
He returned from fishing at the river and she sincerely thanked him [for teaching me a life lesson in silence] and apologized [for that nagging on those awfully loud mercun. Though I must say, you'll lose a finger one day. Haha. Okay, I was joking.]
They settled into the cars and the folks waved. She slowly, almost reluctantly waved back.
She looked at each and every one of them. Committing that moment to memory. Her mind flicked and she felt like crying.
Is it worth it?
Stay alive until it is, then.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Spring: Prologue
Dedicated to Annelise Oriti.
We still have that beautiful vase your mother gave us. It's sitting on the corner table as a centerpiece.
I remembered your bagels. Your neat school uniform. And my rainbow hat I gave you before we departed.
Most of all, I remembered that great big sincere smile greeting me every school day.
Lunch on the school compound. You introducing me to the canteen's Doughnut Day.
Me eating in the playground and getting an earful from the prefect. Haha. I was naughty back then.
Thank you. For everything. For your hand in friendship.
Happy days, Annelise.
We still have that beautiful vase your mother gave us. It's sitting on the corner table as a centerpiece.I remembered your bagels. Your neat school uniform. And my rainbow hat I gave you before we departed.
Most of all, I remembered that great big sincere smile greeting me every school day.
Lunch on the school compound. You introducing me to the canteen's Doughnut Day.
Me eating in the playground and getting an earful from the prefect. Haha. I was naughty back then.
Thank you. For everything. For your hand in friendship.
Happy days, Annelise.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
"Let's go break the law just one more time."
"Muallimah, kira kita present tadi mantap dah ke?"
"Ye, mantap. Tahniah." Angguk-angguk. "Tapi mesti lagi mantap kalau nota ada."
"Kita pergi solat terawih, muallimah!"
"Ape banat tak solat terawih ke?"
"Diorang uzur, muallimah!"
The class laughed.
"Hah?" Mouth dropped. "Mulut, ya Rabbi..."
"Isu sensitif tu!" A banin chirped.
"Ok, ok. Dah." Laughter resided. "Kumpulan seterusnya dipersilakan."
One banat got up and passed around neatly-typed notes for the whole class. She took her spot, ready to present her part on Khalifah Ali Abu Talib.
The class shuffled in focus.
"Aslmwbt."
The earlier banin replied in a sing-song voice.
"Jangan layan dia. Teruskan."
He sniggered.
"Pertama sekali, nota ini saya buat semalam, selepas balik dari solat terawih."
Laughter enrupted. With a huge grin, the teacher set to the banins and said, "Ambik!"
"Ahhh. Buat semalam. Kita tak main buat kerja last minit ni."
Males. They just gotta win.
Lessons:
-Be in control of your time.
-Less excuses, more productivity.
-Make nice notes.
The next day...
"Kenapa lembik je ni? Bersemangat sikit nak belajar!"
"Semalam kita i3tikaf, muallimah!"
"Ye, mantap. Tahniah." Angguk-angguk. "Tapi mesti lagi mantap kalau nota ada."
"Kita pergi solat terawih, muallimah!"
"Ape banat tak solat terawih ke?"
"Diorang uzur, muallimah!"
The class laughed.
"Hah?" Mouth dropped. "Mulut, ya Rabbi..."
"Isu sensitif tu!" A banin chirped.
"Ok, ok. Dah." Laughter resided. "Kumpulan seterusnya dipersilakan."
One banat got up and passed around neatly-typed notes for the whole class. She took her spot, ready to present her part on Khalifah Ali Abu Talib.
The class shuffled in focus.
"Aslmwbt."
The earlier banin replied in a sing-song voice.
"Jangan layan dia. Teruskan."
He sniggered.
"Pertama sekali, nota ini saya buat semalam, selepas balik dari solat terawih."
Laughter enrupted. With a huge grin, the teacher set to the banins and said, "Ambik!"
"Ahhh. Buat semalam. Kita tak main buat kerja last minit ni."
Males. They just gotta win.
Lessons:
-Be in control of your time.
-Less excuses, more productivity.
-Make nice notes.
The next day...
"Kenapa lembik je ni? Bersemangat sikit nak belajar!"
"Semalam kita i3tikaf, muallimah!"
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