Sunday, November 16, 2014

CFS IIUM PJ

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. All praises to Allah theAlmighty and the Most Gracious. This is my first week in CFS UIA PJ as Im doing my short sem for 2 months approximately. Im freaking excited to be here because it’s located in the middle of city unlike UIA Gambang haha. I am serious when I say this because the first night in CFS UIA PJ made me thrilled and a bit jakun, macam rusa masuk kampong because there are so many buildings and those lights in the night. Lewls. Living in UIA Gambang had turned me into this jakun. HAHA! All I ever see were trees and a highway before. 

My first impression about CFS UIA PJ? Since I’ve been in new place(UIA Gambang), it’s much more disappointing in here. But OF COURSE I mustn’t make a comparison between these two places ay? It’s rather unfair don’t you think? Those who came from UIA Gambang(medcy students) are required to register in Mahallah Fatimah az-Zahra, the former mahallah for brothers! And what more, it’s really an old mahallah. T__T Very shabby, dilapidated and so run-down. 5 floors in total and my room is on 5th floor. Ha ha ha. Three rooms in the house and two toilets. I must say that I am a hygienic person so it’s normal for me to be paranoid about cleanliness and everything. U_U I feel uncomfortable about the toilet though, the clogged sink, the malfunctioned pump and slow running water. Sometimes, I am thankful to God because of short-sightedness He gave me so that I don’t need to see clearly those dirty places and for me not to be too fussy about it. Phew.

 6 beautiful girls including me in this house. So the last room is left unoccupied therefore we decided to make it as our prayer room other than tempat lepak. Living in the same house with DQ students is somewhat different. It’s very lively to have them here and plus they are so funny. I learn a lot from them. We pray together as jemaah and read mathurat after Subuh and Asr prayers. In fact, we has organized a table for Imam for every prayers. To be frank, being an Imam is not the thing that I always do. I always be a makmum before because I don’t have enough courage to be Imam. Im not a student who graduated from SMKA nor I am from family with religious background. So it’s quite rare for me to be Imam. Like I said, I learn so much from people around me including being an Imam. Alhamdulilah as I had done my job even though I was reluctant at first. Yela budak DQ yg hebat hafalan al-Quran dan tinggi agama jadi makmum kau? Kalau nak dibandingkan dgn kau memang patutla kau rasa malu. But I realized something, one should not afraid to learn new things and do it for the sake of Allah. Allah knows our intentions more. I am just doing the thing that I know and even that amal is so little but Allah counts every single amal we do even it is a minute one. May Allah accept our good deeds and good niat as well. Amin.


So I continue my post here, as you know two paragraphs above were a draft I typed before in the Microsoft because internet is being such a bimbo, macam siput! While Im typing now, Im here at my brother's apartment in Damansara. A weekend to be spent here nicely and preciously with this full-speed of wifi! This is the thing I like being in here, free wifi, free accommodation and free FOOD! My sister-law baked cupcakes. I was anticipating it much because I lack of skill in baking. Or should I say, I've never involved in baking because mom is always busy, there are no ingredients at home and those apparatus needed were already broken? We've finished making doughnuts just now. This is my first attempt but it'll turn out to be a great one haha self-assurance in the house! I still remember though when I was in form 2 back then with my friends, we were doing doughnuts and chocolate moist cake as a farewell celebration for our practical teacher Miss Nawwar Adibah. But the doughnuts didn't go well sebab bantat. Cishh. It was such a nice memory that I literally couldn't forget. I once browsed through the old album, and I was looking so dowdy. It was funny how I dressed up before. Macam makcik2 with those tudung Indonesia tu uishh! *timbus gambar2 lama

Penguli donut yg brjaya! *aku yang dulu bukanlah yang sekarang~




Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, those things I made using a blender. I didnt use a mixer because we dont have one. haha my sister-in-law is so funny for using a blender haha. I like this idea though. Be creative people!

I had a great food during my stay here. OF COURSE WHO DOESNT LIKE FREE FOOD? Did I ever mention that my brother is an amazing cook? He is just like my ayah who actually can cook in spite of having a wife to cook for him. Both my mama and ayah can cook, so that explains why their kids are all healthy in terms of size! :p How nice if your husband cooks for you right? And I am dreaming this happen to me one day hehe. Please my future spouse, do cook for your wife because she is just so reckless and somewhat a failure being a good wife huuu~ kalau boleh, makanan western, makanan Korean and makanan Jepun semua you kene pandai masak yer? hahaha


I miss my mom though. U_U You guys can say what a spoiled little brat I am, but I will proudly admit it. It's funny when loved ones are not around you, you will tend to regret it and appreciate them more. Acu rindu Qaisara ;A;


They are going to have a baby this December, please pray for them! *excited


My brother topped up my credit enable me to subscribe monthly internet because wifi is not helping at all. He also bought me food to eat and also to survive.. How nice T_T *cry a bucket. I love you abang! hehe

Monday, November 3, 2014

Change is a slow process but it's a meaningful thing to do



Im happy. HAENGBOK. 

Im happy because I saw my juniors have changed towards better. I did not meet them but, I could tell that they are changing. Alhamdulilah. Supposedly I was checking my facebook updates, till I saw some posts from my juniors which were about something that made me touched. They were sharing religious stuffs, no more skinny jeans, no more pictures of wearing 'tudung singkat' and no more immature posts.

It is true that there are times when we become immature bimbos during our high school. Yep, including myself I would say.  HA HA. It was extremely embarrassing when I was in form 2 back then. But I dont have any single bit of regrets about it because that things made me who I am today. If it was not because of this, I am not sure whether I will be at this place or not. And thank God for everything He had done to me. Im more than thankful to Him for sure.

Looks like I am getting dejavu. It was like I saw my own reflection in them. I am just going to pray for them. Pray for them to have better lives and be better persons in future. Everyone has their own future. Allah has set everything perfectly and for that belief, I try not to judge people easily. It hurts to be judged all the sudden.

And ya Allah, once again I am thankful to You because I saw my older sister is in a phase of 'hijrah'. Well not a complete hijrah but she is slowly changing. She was wearing handsocks and 'sarung kaki' recently. How can I not feel happy about it? I dont expect people to wear tudung labuh, but just covering their chest is more than enough already. They need not to wear something big to cover their chest, but a chest-covered hijab, loose outfits and wearing socks are already considered as perfectly cover the aurah.

Whatever it is, all I can do is to pray for them to keep istiqamah and steadfast in becoming better muslims. You might be wearing short pants, dyeing your hair, wearing tight clothes today, but we never know how religious you can be in the future. Allah's plans are far greater than ours so try not to discriminate what you shallow minded people call imperfect muslims.

CHANGE - There may be times when it feels impossible. When so many forces are stacked up against you, and you can’t possibly forge a new path in life but this is exactly when you keep going. Change is a slow process, but if someone is ready to take the first step then guide them!
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. -Maria Robinson-