My Three Homes....

The above picture is my first home now (July-November 2008), my room and my paradise at Perdana Heights. It means a lot to me. I spend my hectic life here, completing my assignments.......on my pleasant bed, which I consider it a boon. I've never used my desk to study. Everything is done on bed, including eating breakfast, lunch and dinner.

My second home is Perpustakaan Tun Abdul Razak (PTAR)......my beloved library. This is my mischievous playground. I can use the Internet service for free here. Wouldn't it be lovely? I will never budge till they ask me to do so.

The place which I proudly call my third home is....Surau Al-Iqra', our God's house and a place to study. I come here whenever PTAR is closed. Where else can I find such a comfortable place? Air-conditioners and fans are provided, it is just as easy as switch them all on. Well, MARA University of Technology (what a well-known exemplary name!) will pay the electricity bills. In addition, it's a pleasure to study here. Don't you think that it is easier to absorb knowledge when we are close to God? Yes, come here!

WAR.....why do they have it?

Sunday 21/09/08 11.00a.m.

I have been thinking what I should write today. Here the topic! WAR... It just came across my miserable mind. Oh, dear! Why do people fight? I don't find the answer.....maybe it is a rhetorical one. But, why can't people think wisely? Why can't they stay in peace? Why can't a man stop dreaming to be a hero in his own hideous dream? It is just a dream within a dream..... Alhamdulillah. Yes, I am a Malaysian who live happily here without a single drop of blood and tears. But, why can't all other countries keep in freedom? Can't they really stop having an animosity? Put a little delicacy. Do answer my arguable question! Tell me no words, show me no acts, give me no signs! Tell ME why! They are suffering.... They are starving..... They are dying! Stop fighting...and don't infuriate each other. This is really an indiscernible situation. Chinoy has said, put a little open-mindedness, put a little empathy, put a little kindness....You will be happy. Belief in God, that is the best pray. Let it be that way. Destiny cannot be changed, but an attitude can. Stop being a bellicose, try to excel a new pleasant life........think about it!

A pure girl without a single sin......Really?

Beauty, splendour and charm. Those were starters of my day. It was a beautiful day, filled with beautiful cold morning air. It was splendid scenery, decorated my plain eyesight. It was also a charming emotion, combined with devotion. Here, the day I meant! I was having a flashback, viewing back my previous time. I wanted to tell you no words, but I had changed my mind then. So, let's go back to 1992. My glorious past time!

I WAS A VERY GOOD GIRL, WASN'T I?

I was a two-year-old little girl during that time. No wonder, a tower of close-mindedness filled in my young mind. Well, i had a bestfriend, nicknamed 'Nyoh'. We always played 'mak-mak' together. He was a chubby untidy boy, as well as me (but I was not untidy!). One day, a tragedy happened. The genre was a thriller movie!

One beautiful afternoon, a loud cry could be heard from each corner of this galaxy. A scream of a little boy. Yes, it was Nyoh's voice. His forehead was bleeding terribly as he cried out loud like a horrible cow, mooing in the middle of a dessert. My parents and his parents ran to get him who stood still beside me, in front of my house. We were purely neighbours. His parents were amazingly worried about him and asked repeatedly why. Then, they asked me what happened. I did not reply, but calmly pointed my chubby finger to a drain hoe (cangkul). Everybody knew, it was a steel tool with a long handle, used to clean small drain.

"He was hit with the drain hoe" I pointed the tool which was on the ground, a distance from us, approximately 3 metres away from me.

"Who hit him?" My father asked curiously, throwing his look all over the place to find the 'devil' who had hit my bestfriend, Nyoh. I knew who hit him, but I silently smiled.

"Who hit him?" asked my mother while she was helping Nyoh's mother to console him.

"Who hit him, Ninie?" The same question occured. It was from late Nyoh's father.

WHAT A SIMPLE QUESTION. THEN I SIMPLY ANSWERED:

"Me"............and gave an innocent smile.

p/s: I have forgotten why I maliciously hit him. Let it be that way. There must be a hidden reason. Well, so far, the scar is still there; on the left-side of his forehead. I am proud to do that since I will be remembered for the rest of his life! Although he calles me 'Enemy', not Ninie.

CIGARETTE CASE??!!

16/09/08 TUESDAY 11.30a.m

Presentation Skills class: I was given a movable blue plastic case which has an orange tie at the top by Assoc. Prof. Dr. Bernadette Foo. It was a gift as I have presented well (even though I have not) during the presentation last week on 9th September 2008. My speech was not that good to be deserved any gift, but tragically someone might have voted me for nothing. Thank you, my dear friend/s!
I wondered what the case is used to. Then I tried to open the plastic which covered the case. I took it out and attempted to open the case. It stuck. Well, I asked myself loudly, unintentionally indeed. Dr Bern came to me and opened it.
“Is this a cigarette case?”
“No!” She answered automatically. She held the case up and showed it to my classmates.
“What is it used for?” I asked her in amusement.
“This is used for keeping things from getting wet. If you are travelling somewhere or going for jungle trekking, you can place your money inside this case and close it firmly. So, your money won’t get wet.”
Poor me! What a stupid question I have asked. No wonder the audience laughed. Well, the more terrible was, Hasinah and Atira who got the same gifts never asked such question. They both were too clever to guess what the case is used for, so they did not need to ask anything. So embarrassing I was! Superman, take me to other planet! I don’t belong to this world for any longer! How could humility shrink someone’s position? Yes, my experience is the answer. What a shame…

MY FIRST 2008 ‘KAD RAYA’

Thursday 11/09/2008 3.00p.m.

Nasuha, my best friend during school time mailed me a Raya card. It was the first card that I received this year. Together with the card, she compiled an Arabic speech entitled “As-saumu wa Dauruha fi Tahziibin Nafsi” (Fasting and its advantages in guiding a person). Yes, I called her a few days before, asking for the speech as I have to deliver a speech on fasting during breaking fast ceremony which will be organised by Persatuan Mahasiswa Hadhari (PMH) this Sunday at 6 p.m. Well, as I am the only one who graduated from Arabic school, I was chosen automatically to talk on stage in Arabic. Surely, I was forced by PMH members. Unwillingly, I must go through this becoming terrible moment although I have actually forgotten many things about Arabic sentence structure and meanings. But, I hope that I will be blessed and read it as a native speaker (it is impossible indeed). The most crucial wish is, ‘I hope the audience will understand’.

AYAM HONEY from KFC….

07/09/08 Sunday

As I got this story from Toon, I laughed as loud as I could. I think I have done ‘laughter yoga’ inadvertently. Hahaha…here I laughed with full of emotions. Stop wondering! Let me tell you the story. It began when my housemate, Naruto went out to Giant with two other girls. Well, our sweet and delicious spoken neighbour, Ant, had sent an item of SMS to Naruto as she noticed that Naruto was at Giant at the moment. She wanted a set meal of KFC for lunch. This was Girl’s message:
“Belikan aku 1 set ayam honey ye”.
As Naruto got the message, she went to the counter and asked the KFC cashier, ordering the meal.
“Abang, may I have a set of ayam honey, please.”
“I am sorry? What is ayam honey? We don’t have such name of meal here,” replied the guy with a mountain of amusement. Actually, there was a smile on his face.
Naruto, then, called Ant steathily.
“There’s no ayam honey here. How about ordering other meals?” Naruto spoke gently in hurry. She is a very ‘straight-forward’ girl. And totally kind too.
“Oh, yang! What I meant in the SMS was ‘a set of ayam’. ‘Honey’ was referring to you! It is my style of texting an SMS. I usually address anyone with ‘honey’,” shouted Ant, together with a big laughed. There was also a few of backup singers (people who were laughing) on the phone.
“Ha?! I have misunderstood! What a shame!” She seemed like crying.
This is a funny story happened to my housemate. She is a pure Sarawakian, so she is not so familiar with fast-food restaurant since there are not too many such things there. To be honest, via my point of view, she is a funny-looking girl and amazingly happy-go lucky person. She never makes a spectacle of herself, but normally she does accidentally. It is a consensus sagacity that Naruto is the most qualified joker of the year!

The truth is revealed…...

10/09/08 Wednesday 00:01 a.m.

What a pleasure moment tonight. We were resting on our own bed to pamper our fragile body. We have just come back from our beloved library, PTAR. I was swimming in the sea of my lower bed, as Toon and I share a double-decker bed. She takes the upper deck. I budged up and grasped my towel, planning to go to the washroom. We have two bathrooms in our house, left and right side. I love to use the right. As I touched the door knob, Toon calmly called my name. I threw a Chryler look at her. Of course, she was blocking my plan to ease myself in hurry.
“What’s the matter?”
“Which washroom do you want to use?”
“As usual, the right one” I simply answered. Then, her profile showed her worry.
“Why?” I asked her.
“I am afraid I have unintentionally dropped my toothpaste into the washroom hole”.
“What? It may cause the clog again!”
Toon’s face turned like an alien. She might feel guilty on what she did. But at the bottom of my heart, I felt like laughing for the rest of my life. Oh, dear! How rich you are to throw your only toothpaste into that hole.
“When?”
“Just now”.
“Why didn’t you take it back at once?”
“It fell deeply in the hole. I think I cannot reach it. It is still there, I supposed”.
Never mind!
“If the hole clogs up, I will tell the maintainer that you have brought about this problem”, I said that as a threat joke.
“And next time, don’t forget to throw your toothbrush as well. Let them be partners in the hole!” I continued.
I took my torchlight and when to the incident place ALONE. The place was as dark as a haunted forest. No light, no sound. Only a few types of crickets’ voices could be heard. (Actually the lamp in the washroom has damaged. So, no lamp could be switched on). As a volunteered investigator, I wanted to reveal the truth. I headed the light into the hungry hole. YES! There is toothpaste Safi Kayu Sugi. It was not that deep, so I could take it out easily. Being a toothpaste rescuer is quite a challenging job. Yes, it is if you don’t compare it with rescue 911.
Wait a second! I saw another thing in the same hole. It looked like a pen, I presumed. With a mountain of bravery and a hill of emotions, I put my hand into the hole again. Now, I could grab the thing! It was like a stick. Slowly, I took it out as my hand was pulled out.
“What’s this? A TOOTHBRUSH?”
Oh, God The Al-Mighty. Forgive whoever has committed in this funny sin.
“Whose toothbrush is this?” I screamed loudly. Other housemate came close. I did not call Toon because I knew, this toothpaste is hers. I assumed that the toothbrush must belong to someone else who has done the same thing as what Toon did.
But then, Toon came to me and looked at both toothpaste and toothbrush. She took them suddenly and laughed out loud.
“Both are mine. I dropped this toothbrush into the hole last week. And today, I did the same thing to my toothpaste”. She sat on the floor and giggled out in a very high pitch and even louder. No wonder she has changed a new toothbrush since a few days. Now I could see.
“Oh, that means, you have hid this secret on the sly for seven days long. I am grateful that you have dropped your thing again this time. If not, the poor toothbrush would stay longer there”.
Next time, throw everything into the hole including your pail, shower foam and facial cleanser so that I can be the hero again!

THE CAPTAIN in Spongebob series at Puncak??!!!.

09/09/08 Tuesday 5.30p.m

“HOOOO…who lives in the pineapple under the sea?” asked THE CAPTAIN of Spongebob series in a verse of song.

The story happened while I was at the payment counter at Puncak Dining. I had finished paying my chicken rice and a slice of papaya for breaking fast. This month is Ramadhan, a month for muslims to clean their sins, hearts and souls. I don’t want to talk about people, it is considered as ‘mengumpat'. It is a big sin. But this story has to be told. Well, as I finished paying my meal, I talked to my friend, Khairah who was still queuing up to reach the counter. I chatted happily with her, issuing about the sound of fire crackers. The sounds could be heard recurrently today. What a rude noise. How rudely they dared to play ‘meriam’ while we were all busy waiting for breaking fast?
I noticed that there was a quite good looking guy lining up next to me, in front of Khairah. Never mind! I chatted with Khairah. Then a loud bang of meriam could be heard AGAIN! DOOM!!!!
“Hoooooooooooooooo!” A voice of The Captain in Spongebob series was occurred. I didn’t know where the voice came out from.
“What sound is that?” I asked myself.
I looked at the guy who stood next to me, his face turned red. I wondered how a good looking man ‘melatah’ like that.
Khairah and I acted like we did not hear anything, especially his automatic reflection. Well, poor him. He might feel ashamed if we have laughed at him. No! I am a good pretender. As he walked away and vanished himself, I sniggered heartlessly to his unbelievable automatic reflection of THE CAPTAIN in Spongebob series, my favourite cartoon. Funny….

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Going to GIANT - the 100th time

30/8/2008 Saturday morning…

There were lots of work to do. Never mind! Toon suggested we go to Giant Hypermarket. AGAIN?!! Well, my dear friends, this is the only place that Puncak students are able to go, with their blood and tears. “Here we go!” We went there by a “Sardine” bus (RapidKL).
We bought things (which were needed only) for the becoming fasting month, two days left to go. Yes, wandering in the supermarket is our allergy. We became automatically different. We were not adults anymore, but two little screwball children. I wanted to buy some dates, but they were not sold one by one. Instead, the dates were sold in many sizes of boxes. Well, I don’t like dates that much to buy a box of them. We found one type of dates that were sold according to our need. I carefully chose 23 chubby and dried dates, one by one. Then, we went to a weighing counter. It was only RM0.83 for 23 dates. I was satisfied….since my budget for this day was RM50 only. Well, everything went smoothly! I went to shoes department and bought two types of shoes, size 6. Six is the size of my feet. They were not expensive, each pair of them was approximately RM10. Their pattern is not marvellous indeed! Yes, one of the pairs is a blue cheese-like shoes. Millions of holes are all over the shoes. Nevermind, as long as they can keep my feet warm. Wait a minute! No! I will easily get wet indeed! Toon also bought one pair. The same type as mind, but in different colour. The blue is Toon's shoes and the black is mine. Never mind! Boria is better. United we strong, devided we weak!

NATIONAL DAY or INFLATION DAY $$$$$

THE CONTINUATION OF NATIONAL DAY or BORING DAY?!


31/8/2008 SUNDAY

THE STORY BEGAN…….
Toon and I desperately longed to buy another shoes the same pattern like what we had bought (very cheap) on the day before (30/8/2008). We were planning to buy a pair more, might be white in colour. To our horrible astonishment, there was no white shoe left! Whatever! This test from Allah S.W.T was really shaking our heart. At the same time, we sincerely accept the loss of our hope to buy the shoes. It was only $10.99 per pair actually. That was why we were amazingly eager to have one more pair. Not greedy, but taking advantage of buying cheap things. Never mind! Life must go on…….survive with a new hope! FINDING ANOTHER pair of SHOES…that was what we meant.
Well, we strolled to the next shelve. Wow! Variety of shoes to be worn….we tried to wear almost all patterns of shoes. Oh, God! Bless us. I am afraid someone has looked at our alienated behaviour (because we could be called like two creatures from the Nameck, a planet where San Goku and Datuk Kame belong to). Seriously, I still wonder how I could be like that, in the name of UiTM Puncak Perdana student. Next, back to the story! Toon took a pair of yellow shoes; ‘RM19.90’ sticker was stated there. I planned to buy other pair of shoes, RM27.90. However, I just had a $50 note in my purse. As a critical thinker, I took the same shoes like Toon had taken. We went through all chocolate booths. Then, we bought intelligently (within budget) a lot of chocolates to take home during Raya break. The most exultant part is I felt like I had gone out of budget. As a half good thinker, I heartlessly put the shoes back on their place; their shoe-friend might miss them very much. Now, I could buy two boxes of Cadbury (RM17.99) and Vochelle (RM13.50).
There was nothing more to be an excitement to our hungry eyes. We walked straight to the cashier; lining up beside a quite middle-aged man with his full tummy of trolley. Then he told me, “You should not be here”. “This cashier is for people who with a trolley. Go over there,” he continued, pointing his finger to a distance. I did not know where he pointed his eyes, but Toon and I moved accordingly to no where. Next, we saw the cashier that the man mentioned about. What a very long line. We waited for our turn, moving slowly to the cashier. At last, HERE WE WERE!!
Toon was in front of me. The cashier girl told Toon, “RM23.60, miss”. Like a lightening in the middle of stormy night, Toon asked with amazement;
“How much?”
“RM23.60” answered the girl.
“How much?” asked Toon again, with a lot of wrinkles and lines all over her forehead.
“What is wrong with you? Stop asking the same thing, she has told you the total!” I said then, warning Toon since there were a lot of people lining up behind us.
“How much, again?” I asked the cashier politely.
“RM23.60. It’s true”
“What?!!!” I screamed. Like a motorbus, bumping along the road, I stepped closer to Toon’s things. Then, I took out the Cadbury box.
“How much is this?”
“RM17 something,” the cashier answered.
“So, what’s wrong? Why are these all so cheap? ” I was eager to know why, like a hungry lion in front of a chubby calf.
“Here the receipt!”
“Oh, I see! The shoes are only RM5.00!” shouted Toon.
“Are you kidding? Don’t fan the flame!” I informally begged for a conformation. I was mad to hear that. I should not have put the shoes back. I thought that pair of shoes was RM19.90, but it was only RM5.00 for real.
The cashier giggled.
Toon paid and we left the counter as soon after I paid for my stuff, less than RM40.00. I managed to control my budget.
“Toon, why did that cashier girl laugh just now? Who did she laugh at?”
“You. I would also laugh more at your behaviour. You seemed like crying, regretting about those shoes that you have put back” answered Toon, in a big heart smile.
No! ‘There is no life without those shoes’, I stood with that statement. While Toon was waiting for me at Dinkin’s Donut Restaurant, I went back into Giant Supermarket and bought the shoes for RM5.00 like what Toon did. What a relief! Allah S.W.T knows that I was really out of money on that day.... I was amazingly greatful. Cool….

NATIONAL DAY or BORING DAY?!

31/8/2008 SUNDAY 11.00a.m.


It was a boring day. I didn’t know what to do. But I knew a lot of things should have to be done. My roommate, Toon and I finally came out with a hasty plan to go out again. There was no pleasant place in mind but Giant Hypermarket. We waited for the cow-bus at Puncak bus stop. Ten minutes later, there was no bus coming. Then, sky water slowly dropped gracefully onto the ground, making a beautiful sound of nature. But it was not what we supposed. We cancelled our plan and walked back to our house.
Oh, my dear ‘mussel pain’ bus! Here it came! But we were not able to catch it anymore from a distance. Poor girls! NEVER EVER GIVE UP! We desperately wanted to go out, enjoying the weekend. Then, the next bus came at 11 a.m. What a relief!
We enjoyed the view. Too many people were there. My fingers are not enough to count them all. So, let the place be that way. Toon and I was in our own world. We acted like two little girls who just have dropped here from other planet in another galaxy. Everything was wonderful and exciting! We don’t know why, till now we are still thinking. We bought a lot of chocolates to take home during Raya break. The most exultant part is, we have bought the same pattern of shoes. Both pairs are yellow in colour.
We went back to Puncak after we had noticed that our pocket was empty. Cool……..

MY FIRST FASTING DAY IN PUNCAK

1/9/2008 MONDAY 10.10 a.m.

I bought plain rice and a small plastic of ‘tofu telur’ LAST NIGHT. I planned to make it as a sahur meal. I woke up exactly at 5 in the morning. Without listening to the call of an arrogant roster, I went to bathroom, washing my face. The sun has not shown its face yet. That is the most suitable time to have sahur meal actually. Oh, dear! The tofu telur made a weird smell as I served it in my red bowl. I knew, it was already out of period. I should not eat it, that was the only thing I noticed. Terrible, I ate rice with Tun’s snack. It was quite spicy but sweet. It was better to have lauk than none. THE PALESTINIANS DO NOT HAVE EVEN ANYTHING TO EAT…. Therefore, being grateful with what we have is the best solution. May God bless us.