home and happy (and stomachache)

yesterday, Ma made delicious 'mee rebus' (which probably tasted extra delicious because of fasting month - Ma is a great cook alright?) for iftar.

Ayah cannot eat spicy stuff much (he has a sensitive stomach)so Ma never cook anything very spicy. on the contrary, i'm a spicy lover. (note: not spices, spicy. hot stuff.) to add spicy-ness to the 'mee rebus', the evening before iftar i asked kak chik to go out with me and buy some 'serbuk lada hitam' (black pepper) which should be said as 'lada putih' once they are 'serbuk' (powder). naturally she wouldn't find any 'serbuk lada hitam'. so she bought some black pepper instead and had me pounded them once we got home.

so it was great. the black pepper with the 'mee rebus' was a delightful combination. (watch the word: delightful. i was the delighted one, not the mee. haha) i was even thinking about buying some real white pepper powder for tomorrow's dish.



little did i know. (note: refer the movie stranger than fiction)



today, at approximately 12.30pm i was attacked by the excruciating pain in the stomach. after much back and forth to the toilet, i rested on the bed feeling very 'drained'. (and nauseous.)

when my sis got back from work in the evening, she told me that she faced the same thing today and it must have been the massive amount of black pepper we took yesterday.

morale: don't eat too much black pepper then. easy.














sorry. this diarrhoea condition really hurts. so let me just upload a few photos from my phones and describe them a bit, sounds good? (have been dying to upload these; i left the phone cable at home so now, TADAA..!!)


my classmates: yin and yang. haha. no, yin and vejaya. (i think u should be able to separate the chinese from the indian one right?)



views at the daily assembly.



my less-than-perfect drawings.


by the road side. knowledge without practice; like a tree that bears no fruit. (kaitan?? cari sendiri:D)


cooked plug. beware of plug with smokes and burned smell.


menu for iftar and sahur. (almost) no diarrhoea condition will occur.














Ramadhan's leaving. ('they' will be around again - adding the numbers of nemesis). hope to see Ramadhan again next year.
anyway, Happy Eid Fitri for Muslims around the world.

i can't help but to write like i'm posting because i'm a blogger

26th August 2010

Today was no different than any other day in class during Ramadhan. At least, no special event than requires us to dress up and board a bus and go somewhere for dinner (like the TESL night function).

The first subject in the morning was Social Studies lectured by Madam Nor ‘Azah binti Abd. Aziz. She used to give lectures but recently she took a different measure and asked the students to prepare a presentation and give the lectures instead. Smart woman, she is. Anyway, today she gave a briefing first about her oncoming assignment. Our assignment, assigned by her that is. Don’t be confused. After the briefing, the presentations kicked off. I don’t remember all of them but the most vivid image imprinted on my mind is Azmi’s presentation. His presentation (as he explicitly told me beforehand) contained only five slides.

I said to him “tamboh ar se slaid agi tulih ‘Selamat Hari Raya’. jadi mu ada nam slaid.”

Only to his sourly reply “buat doh. limo doh ar tu.”
That left me with no more ideas to give him.

Despite the fact that it was FIVE slides, it was the most entertaining and informative presentation of all (the informative part may still be debatable). He was able to explain and elaborate on his topic (that I still remember – The Distortion of Languages) with calmness and serenity. Like he practiced for it. And the audience was grand. They kept asking questions like there was no tomorrow. Azmi had to answers the bullets-like questions and still got rounds of applauses after that. The others were entertaining too, don’t get me wrong. But torturing Azmi was fun - I was among the questioner:D

After Mdm. Azah’s class, no lecturer came in. We all continued doing our tasks and works and assignments. Some played the Raya songs loudly on their laptops. That’s not weird because this class started to play Raya songs since BEFORE the first Ramadhan. Go figures.

At 1.15pm, I turned my Asus’ screen down and packed up to leave. Some were still in the class, too absorbed in whatever it was they were doing. Suddenly I remembered that I wanted to see Madam Noormah to discuss (or more correctly would be to ask) about the assignment she gave us. She intended it to be submitted by us on the 2nd September 2010. That’s next Thursday. A week is not very long when you have a gigantic task at hand (well some people might not agree with this but let’s leave it alright? Hyperbole is a style of writing).

So I went to see Mdm. Noormah at JBB. She was there, luckily. I stated my purpose then she asked for the collaboration form. I frowned and wonder what that is. My inability to answer that had caused her to give me some instant ‘lectures’. Though I was not sure if I was the one at fault, I accepted it with an open heart. She gave me another round of briefing about the assignment, a few copies of notes and two copies of collaboration form. She asked me to give it to our ‘AJK Fotostat’ which is Taufik, but to contact a boy during weekend is not easy. He is a BOY, after all. I just smiled and I hope she understands. Sunday should work too.

Back in my room, I uploaded the instructions for the assignment which Mdm. Noormah just gave to me on Facebook. Easier for everybody to find rather than paste it in the class like what she actually instructed me to do. But it is Thursday. By the time I went back to the class after the meeting with her, everybody was gone.
Iftar(break-fast) was alone I was, like always. I watched the anime One Piece while eating because while eating I couldn’t very well do my work, could I? My rational. Anyway, for tonight’s ‘moreh’(a small grub for the people who did their ‘terawih’ at the surau, after the ‘terawih’), my class was in charge. Me and Najiah went to the surau after we did our ‘terawih’ together in her room. We were in high spirit to help with the ‘moreh’ but our fellow classmates which were Nadzirah, Syakirah, Izzati, Hidayah and Fadzleen were already doing their part and left us the washing part afterwards. Which was fine.

That’s all for today, journal.














(p/s: this is actually a one-day journal mr. k asked us to write. but i can't help but notice it sounds like my regular posts. with a bit editing for my blog readers..^-^)

maher zain - always be there

grant me the strength=)

Lyrics: Always Be There
Singer: Maher Zain

Allahu akbar x14 (la ilahaillallah)

If you asked me about love
And what i know about it
My answer would be
It's everything about Allah
The pure love, to our souls
The creator of you and me, the heavens and whole universe
The ONE that made us whole and free
the guardian of HIS true believers

So when the time gets hard
There's no way to turn
As HE promised HE will always be there
To bless us with HIS love and HIS mercy
Coz, as HE promised HE will always be there
HE's always watching us, guiding us
And HE knows what's in our little hearts

So when you lose your way
To Allah you should turn coz'
As HE promised HE will always be there
HE brings ourselves from the darkness into the light
Subhanallah (praises belong to YOU), capable of everything
Shouldn't never feel afraid of anything
As long as we follow HIS guidance all the way
Through our short time we have in this life
Sooner all'll be over
And we'll be in HIS heaven and we'll all be fine

So when the time gets hard
There's no way to turn
As HE promised HE will always be there
To bless us with HIS love and HIS mercy
Coz, as HE promised HE will always be there
HE's always watching us, guiding us
And HE knows what's in our little hearts

So when you lose your way
To Allah you should turn coz
As HE promised HE will always be there

Allahu Akbar x15 (la ilahaillallah)

So when the time gets hard
There's no way to turn
As HE promised HE will always be there
To bless us with HIS love and HIS mercy
Coz, as HE promise HE will always be there
HE's always watching us, guiding us
And HE knows what's in all in our little heart

So when you lose your way
To Allah you should turn coz'
As HE promise HE will always be there...

Allahu Akbar x15 (la ilahaillallah)




credit: http://maherzaintube.blogspot.com/2010/01/maher-zain-always-be-there.html

dia di tengah jalan (ampun!)

-taking a break from my usual english-based posts-



nampak dia di tengah jalan. sebelah tangannya memegang bekas, sebelah lagi di atas jalan raya. terpaksa berada di atas jalan raya untuk menampung badannya. kaki tidak mampu.

nampak orang yang lalu dan pergi, mujur ada yang menghulur barang sekeping. bulan ini seperti menjelma dan senyum; menunjukkan sekujur jalan yang lurus di hadapan. terus kepada dia.

argh! berat terasa tujuh ringgit di dalam poket. pesanan kakak yang selalu baik hati untuk menganjur halaqah buat kami adik-adik di institusi seperti terngiang-ngiang.


"kita ni, kalau ada dua ringgit tu, beratnyee... nak hulur seringgit. sedangkan Rasulullah, sebiji kurma, separuh pun bagi kepada jiran baginda."


waktu seperti perlahan. berpapasan. itu sahaja.

ampun. aku manusia yang tiada kekuatan itu. berat ujian hari ini. untuk berpisah dengan harta dunia ketidakrelaan, samalah seperti tidak yakin rezeki Tuhan itu sentiasa ada selagi nyawa tidak direnggutNya. Astaghfirullahal'azim.











sewaktu berpapasan itu, aku sama seperti manusia-manusia lain yang mengelak - seolah-olah kau tidak ternampakkan. sekarang bersalah sangat enggan berlalu.

ampunkan hamba ini Tuhan.

blogging in the class~

mr. j's class have always cathes my eyes and ears to focus to the front (the front of the class or just in front of me a.k.a. my laptop? that's still debatable:P) and today was no different.

i was reading the posts of mohd faizal bin musa (penname: faisal tehrani) on his blog when my ears (which were listening to 'the chosen one'-maher zain) suddenly caught the word 'blog' by one of the presenters at the front; Iniyan.

what is one of my class mate doing in front talking about blogging? i took off the earphone and started listening.

ha! blogging is a nice way to keep a student writing. just let loose, he said, and keep writing;)










although i'm not sure if he meant - blogging in the class. haha.

p/s: one of the most inspiring quote; if you stop writing, chances are you are still holding back. (fb style; i liiikee!)

in the border

our plan to have a meeting to discuss our debate strategy for tomorrow's competition was canceled last night.

i texted lee and he called.

"dok guno gok kalo kito jupo sebab kito duo takdop pengalame debate nih," -lee

"tu ah. wehnoo bukang debater dulu?" -me

"wehnoo buke debater."

"wehnoo bukang?"

"wehnoo buke."

noticed how our dialects were different yet we have no problem whatsover to understand each other? that's the beauty of living in the border; we understands both sides of it.

(also, noticed how we both were stubborn not to succumb to another's dialect. although i'm pretty sure both of us can speak that another's dialect.)




p/s: lee is not short for lee chong wei or his fellow chinese men. lee is for saddly.