Tuesday, January 21, 2014

2014

Assalamualaikum, bismillah..

Actually, I had so many things going on in my life in 2013. That's why I totally spaced out on the fact that I have a blog. 



Anyway..

I can assure you, that this year, I will update this blog even lesser.

And unlike in 2013,  it's not going to be because of all the fun stuffs.

I've entered my final year in college. And my year will be filled with..

Action research
Practicum
Lesson Planning
Assignments
Exams
Stuffs..

I'm also about to start a business. Unbelievable, no? Be sure to stay tune and check it out yeah?

And insyaAllah,if its the best for both of us....Allah willing,
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this will be the year I become a Mrs. InsyaAllah. If that'a what Allah decides for us. Please pray for me us will ya?teeeheee
Love, assalamualaikum.

p.s. move on. get a new blog already. hahaha

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A day at the dentist..

Assalamualaikum. Bismillah. 

This is a super outdated post, close to a month late, but I just remembered it so I decided to write it here before I forget all about it, or worse, forget to share it with you. Believe me it's not your typical story.

On my birthday this year, the 2nd of October, many memorable things happened. Not balloons or cakes or party. But something I will always remember. As some of you might already knew I was admitted to Penang GH because of dengue that day.

I also said "Yes" to a very important, life-changing question, but more on those later.

2nd of October, around afternoon, at a dental clinic near Bukit Jambul.

I entered the room, ready for my scaling appointment. Who on earth get a scaling appointment on their birthday, and why? You might asked these questions. Actually, I went to the clinic some three months before that. I was given a date where I would be in Balik Pulau, doing my teaching practice. So I got it rescheduled to the second Wednesday after practicum, which was on my birthday. Well, back to the story.

The waiting room was packed. It wasn't so the last time I was there. There were all kind of people, young, old, man, woman, Malay auntie, Chinese lady, Indian girl, Punjabi guy, it was like 1 Malaysia there. Nevermind. I chose a seat next to a little girl.

2 minutes after that, the nurse called,

"Syuhada."

Wow, that was fast, I thought. I thought it was going to take an hour or so because the room was really packed. Maybe it's because I had an appointment kot. Haha, padan muka korang, sapa suruh tak buat appointment, tunggu la. I stared at the others and said in a really evil manner, but only in my mind. 

I stood up and walked to the nurse proudly. Just then she said,

"Muhammad Syuhada."

ok. very the malu. The guy named Muhammad Syuhada looked at me annoyingly. I was even more annoyed at him for doing that to me, you ain't the only one named Syuhada here, I thought. Blergh.

I went back to my seat and talked to the little girl next to me again. Moments later the little door opened and a nurse called out,

"Syuhada."

Ok, now this is confusing. Is she calling me or Muhammad Syuhada? He didn't stand. Me neither. So I stood up again and approached the nurse. 

"Err...Muhammad Syuhada."

Ok, this is super embarassing. I can almost feel the makcik and uncle and anne and ahsou and that little girl and that noisy Chinese boy covering up their laughter. Ergh. Again, the Muhammad Syuhada guy did that annoying face. Ish. I went back to my seat, this time pretending to read a book. 

And I am 99% sure the nurse is pulling a prank at me. Sengaja mengusik kot. hehehe.

Man, what a coincident. I never have met a guy named Syuhada, thou it kinda sound pretty nice too. And what sheer luck is that, two Syuhadas, one guy and another, a very cute girl (read: me) in the same room. At a clinic where your name will be read out loud. Heee. Funny day.

Moments later my turn finally came. By that time, Muhammad Syuhada already left. No more confusion.

Ok, that's all I've got to tell. I'm just really tired and bored of looking at notes on Developing and Using Resources in the Primary ESL Classroom, which is a subject I took this semester, which I would sat for the paper tomorrow. Make dua for me will k?

Signing off, Assalamualaikum. 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Wrong Train #schuiesm

This post is extracted from my former blog, Schueism, which is now no longer available for public view. I loved these stories, it rekindled some beautiful memory and I'm really glad I wrote them up.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011.

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"The next train leaves at 3.30". 

The announcement was heard loud and clear in the Seremban train station. I stood up, looking at my aunt and grandmother. The ticket to KL was already in my hand, I got it for a mere 6 bucks. Pretty cheap for an adventure.

"You know," I said to my aunt, "You really don't have to wait till I leave."

There were many reasons to why I said that. First one was because she had an appointment somewhere, and I didn't want her to be late. I also felt like a child with her and Gran waiting with me there. Lastly because I'd feel sad to see them leaving when I get into the train. Funny how it made me feel that way everytime, everytime I see someone leave I have this heavy feeling, this ache in my heart, even though I know, if God wills,  I am going to see them again.

"All right then. Good luck with your adventure."

She gave me a warm hug, and Gran did, too, before we went our separate ways. 

So there I was, alone, dragging luggage, keep checking for my ticket. That's the thing I worry most. Not money, not handphone. I freaked out once in an aerotrain to KLIA, because I thought I lost my passports and boarding pass. It left me traumatised the whole life. And pickpockets are everywhere they said.

Just minutes later the train arrived, and it stopped right in front of me, as if saying, come on board. Maybe a little exaggeration. I hopped in without thinking, and was a little weird on why was the train to KL was almost empty. I don't know what's so exciting about KL that everyone was going there. I mean, knowing KL, I'd want to go as far from the rat race of the city.

"Is this train heading towards Rawang?"

It was a good 20 minutes inside the train when I finally I managed to gather enough courage to ask the guy in front of me. Just to make sure, you know. To my surprise his answer was no. I sort of see it coming, but keep telling myself it was.

"It's heading to Sg. Gadut."
"So it's going other way around?"
"Err..yes."
"Oh dearest. Now what do I do?"
"You can stop at the next station and cross over to the other side of the station."
"Omo, I took the train at the wrong platform, didn't I? Do you think I have to get a new ticket?"

I didn't know why I ask that, for money was the last thing I worry then.

"Nope."

Then I felt relieved. Ummi surely wouldn't be mad for taking the train--I can take the wrong train and go as far as Singapore if I want, so long as it won't cost me a penny.

The guy was very nice, and cute, and I wondered how someone so cute can be so nice. We got down at Senawang, which was the next station south from Seremban. He even showed me where to take the train to KL. That was really nice of him.

So I was alone again, in Senawang this time, the station all deserted and if someone were to come and mug me they would at least leave with a hundred bucks loaded....

And thank goodness I asked! With my really inadequate Geography knowledge, how on earth would I have guessed that Senawang is actually further away to KL than Seremban?