You Oh You

You thought showing off yourself will get you off from being left

You want to be amongst the known rather than being alone

People will not just know you, they want to BE you.


But then, you gasped. This is not what you want. This is what THEY want.

There were times you wish you never did this and that.

Times you wish you remain invisible and stay true to your principle.

But borders crossed. Ticked the time. Fated what have been written.

Now that you're here, don't disappear.

He brought you to it, now get through it!

Just One of the Most Boring Moment Sabrina

 "Petaling. Petaling. Awasi langkah anda. Please mind your step." *along with the absolutely, painfully familiar,cheery background sound*

And the exact same phrase repeated every time the train stopped. I looked over my watch and unconciously shaking my legs, like they always do, whenever I'm turning impatient.

Sarah and Mawad has reached their destination long ago. Long before I exchanged trains at the KL Sentral. In fact, they never been in THIS one, this train I was boarding at that moment. I looked around, there were only unfamiliar, emotionless faces. Well, at least their faces are more interesting to looked at than the sight outside.

It's not like I didn't appreciate the scenery, but I've passed through these cities for countless times. You can't expect me to enjoy the same concrete scenery all over again.

There were some seniors whom I met at the program this morning, just beside me. Chatting random things that I've no interest in. They weren't ignoring me. It's just that I don't feel the need and desire to barge in and join the circle. More precisely, I don't really like to socialize. I rather isolate myself with a book or my phone, or simply doing nothing and daydream.

I'm not anti-social. I can talk when I need to, but I don't like socializing. I don't like talking at the cellphone. I don't like meeting strangers. And I hate noises, crowds and gossips. I rather do what I'm doing right now. Writing.

Yup. I'm freaking introvert.

But, my 'job' right now force me to overcome all of the things that I hated. Socialize, talking at the cellphone, meeting strangers and yeah, noises and crowds. So now, I'm a trained extrovert. Pretty much like that. Hah.

Back to the train.

I brought The Other Side of The Coin book; but I was tired that I don't feel like reading.
My Blackberry is going out of battery; better keep it for calling purposes.
I want to sleep so badly; but it was absolutely not comfortable for me to lean my head.

Thus, I was still wide awake, and pretty much 'enjoying' the scenery outside. And boredom started to creep in.

 "Seri Setia. Seri Setia. Awasi langkah anda. Please mind your step"

Thoughts and curiosity kicks in;

I wonder who's the woman who voices these phrases.

Is it her job? How much do they pay her then? And then the background sound? Do they rip it off from the internet? Or bought it? Or do they specially made the soundtrack for the KTM? Then how much do they pay for it? But seriously, they pay for such thing? 

The back ground sound, it consists of keyboard, drum and what else? Do they compose it to what the KTM Berhad wants or they just had some kind of unused rhymes or rhymes made if-anyone-is interested-to-buy somewhere in their folders, and they thought, "This sounds ok for, the train". Maybe the KTM Berhad buys it anyway and finally it got here together with the "Shah Alam, Shah Alam. Awasi langkah anda. Please mind your step."

Oh I've reached my destination. Ok then.

28 Days of Lessons on Life

"Kau pergi mana sebenarnya?"

They kept asking me that.

"Kem MHi"

And most of them responded the same way.

"Apa tu? Malaysia Hari Ini. Haha"

I laughed along. 

"Madrasatul Hayah ikram. Kem sebulan for SPM leavers"

And the response this time are varied.

"Waah. Macam best je" 

"Ngajok!"

"Oh, ikram ye"

"Buat apa je kat sana?"

"Lamanyaaaa"

And much more. Well, the answer?

It's not a camp. Nope. It's a school.
School that teaches me about life. (Nama pun sekolah kehidupan. Nampak tak permainannya)

• D dan T 

Well MHi doesn't teach life as a whole but isnt tarbiyyah and da'wah (D&t) LIFE?

Before, I didn't take heed of D and T.

But here, I truly realized that, it's my mission. OUR mission.

During our street dakwah, I realized that there's a lot I need to learn. Really.

"I don't think Muhammad's advice is suitable to be practiced nowadays, in our modern age"

An Australian lady I approached mentioned it. I disagree but still, I couldn't give a solid answer to tackle that statement. I was pretty much disappointed with myself.
Which brings me to a conclusion that I need to truly understand and learn more about Islam and the current issues.

Street dakwah was absolutely an eye-opening experience.

And communicating skills, I need to sharpen it.

OUR MISSION, is on the move!

• Ukhuwah

Here, I met all sorts of people. The commited, the emotional, the rebellious (kinda), the funny one, the serious, the quirky, the immature, the quiet ones and much much more.

With the fact that we're from different schools with very different personalities, we could actually bond really well. Sampai basah lemas dihanyut deras ukhuwah.

Sampai basah muka kerana deras air mata. Air mata perpisahan.

And the Whatsapp group will always be filled with notifications. They won't stop.

 Until when? We'll see.

But what's important is in the heart, not in the social media itself.

• Skills

Cooking, sewing, self-defence, public speaking, debate, leadership, media, menari? Maybe.

Too many things were learned. Too much. Oh yes, we cook everything ourselves. We cooked for 100+ people. Yes, we did, EVERYDAY.

My group wasn't a good cook though, which includes me. 

And I didn't finish my public speaking. What a disappointment. Sabrina would be disappointed. 

• Special Little Things

Ice cream motor, came by almost every evening. And I, always hope that someone will treat me one. And they always do.

Syurga! 

P.O. Back to sunnah!

Makan dalam talam.

Help the flood victims in Perak.

And MHi 14/15 itself.

Thank you. Shukran. Arigato. Kamsahamida. Danke. Terima kasih. Alhamdulillah.

Berakhirlah suatu bab kehidupan. Ayuh buka lembar yang baru. :)

A Dramatic Week, Duh.

Assalamualaikum

I just listened to The Piano Guys' Begin Again.

And it somehow made me ponder. Made me think that, I can begin again.

I SHOULD begin again.

Begin what?

Everything.
Especially on this blessed month of Ramadhan, yes, let's begin...again.

Yeah, it's kinda weird that a song from Taylor Swift that actually motivates me to start all over again, this Ramadhan.

But who cares, my kind of new chapter doesn't have anything to do with the song's lyrics though. Except for the "...begin again". Haha.

And remember, I was reminded by TPG's Begin Again cover, not the Taylor Swift's one.

Curious about The Piano Guys? Check them out at Youtube.

And oh yes, I also heard 'Human' by Christina Perri.

"You just knew that song? That song is ancient!"

Ok, I heard like months ago but I had no idea about the lyrics but the song sounds fancy(?) to me. (I don't think 'fancy' is an appropriate word for such song)

Then, I just recently saw the lyrics and...

I realized that this song is quite deep somehow, a bit different than other songs these days. Simply my forte. Christina Perri, you nailed it once again!

"But I'm only human, I bleed when I fall down"

We're not perfect, no matter how much we try because "we're only human". But still we need to do our best towards perfection, right matey?


Haha. I talked a lot about songs this time cause, I had a week filled with TSUNAMI wave of emotions. I don't even have much appetite at all.

When I was happy, I became a bit too cheeky, goofy and a little crazy somehow.

Then, when I was sad, I slept or cried at the toilet. Cried before I sleep because I couldn't fall asleep. Cried thinking of every little things. I don't think I ever cry this much in my teenagehood (?).

Hmm, when I'm mad and depressed, I just stay quiet, just nodding to every word people say or else I'll explode. Crumpling lots of papers, (totally not good for the environment) or just quickly leave the crowd and...cry.

I rarely cry. Really. And I usually eat a lot. But I wasn't last week. It all happened in a week. maybe two.

I don't know what was wrong. Maybe because of my exam results. Maybe because it was my birthday. Maybe because I didn't win the race. Maybe because my Add Maths teacher is leaving. Maybe... I was too far from remembering Allah, I lost control and became weak.

Or all of the above.

Don't worry I'm doing just fine now. No worries. You know teenage girls and feels. Duh.

(tapi serius, birthday tahun ni memang hambar)

By the way, Ramadhan Al-Mubarak! Wassalam alaik.

A Realization

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

Wow, my hands have been itching to write a post, really. Why?

Because these few months have been ADVENTUROUS, HECTIC, full of SURPRISES and LESSONS and SUBHANALLAH, just BEAUTIFUL.

Allah's plans are always beautiful.

But somehow, because of the hecticness, it struck me into realization. Which brought me back to my senses. It feels like a punch from the back which slowly start to hurt me, like it is swelling but doesn't bleed, yet.

The'punch' urged me to look back. And that's when I realized...

I was going too fast, I left a lot of things behind.

I thought I was ahead of everyone. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I was too fast and too focused on chasing what's ahead, I didn't realize I missed something... IMPORTANT.
Way important than what's ahead.

Because of that realization, I stop whining for the 'swollen bruise' from the 'punch'. I'm GLAD I was punched.

So now, I'm trying to pick up what was left and missed. One by one. With senses.

It's hard but I've to pay the price.

And clear up my mind. Remind myself of what I'm really going for. And not following the nafs.

By the way, Ustaz Sabri blackmailed warned reminded me. And everyone else.

11 As for Sumative and SPM! 11A + to be exact.

We're doomed. Cause we are freaking IBS.

So, let's just enjoy the 'rain' while we can. Oooh, that moment. I missed it. By the way, the punch should be replaced with a hit from a hockey stick. Cause it hurts lot more.

Jatuh

Musim JATUH, untuk aku, untuk kita, untuk Malaysia dan untuk dunia mungkin.

Jatuh sakit 

Jatuh keputusan SPM

Jatuh keputusan peperiksaan 

Jatuh ke tempat kedua (Debat Zon Bangi)

Musim 'jatuh' (fall) di bahagian selatan 

Jatuh lantai mungkin

Jatuh waktu lari (musim sukan)

Jatuh malu

Jatuh cinta?

Hujan jatuh ke bumi

Kapal terbang jatuh

Jatuh hukuman

Jatuh syahid

Jatuh...

Ada yang sakit, ada yang tak

Ada yang tak dapat di'bangun'kan, 'dibangkit'kan semula. 

Namun, masih ada harapan untuk yang lain bukan. Jika jatuh, jangan lupa untuk bangun.

Jatuh bukan bermakna kegagalan.

Bukan.

Kenapa BM? Jatuh hati pada BM :)

Ingat 370 dan 529. Sampai bila-bila.

No Regrets

Have you ever hope that you could rewind the time so badly and did the right thing?

That's what I felt when I was in Form 1.

At that time, I moved  to Maahad Hamidiah after three months at SAMTTAJ. I don't know why, but I just move without telling my SAMTTAJ friends, at all.

And I felt really guilty about it.

Then, I reached Maahad, expecting to see Maziah, my best friend during primary school. Coincidently, I was put in the same class with her. I was really happy because everyone were strangers but her. The others did try to be friendly with me but still, I feel lonely.

Maziah seemed so excited too when she saw me. She helped me with everything. Unfortunately, I didn't get the hostel offer, YET. So, I became 'budak luar' for a few days.

I was alone. Completely alone, I felt like I wanna cry. But when I saw my mother, fetching me after school, my heart scream, "I'm out of here!". At home, I begged my mother that I wanna go back to SAMTTAJ but she refused. My father already paid the fee and she said that I'll get used to my new school someday.

Well, I don't have any choice but to stay at Maahad.

I really hated myself for moving to Maahad at that time.

Why did I decide to move? I really hated myself for taking that decision.

And there was this morning, I reached Maahad quite early. I sat in the class alone. I looked around the class 1 Abu Bakar and shut my eyes for a few minutes, hoping that all of these were just dreams. All of these will transform to my old class in SAMTTAJ.

Hoping that my old friends will surround me.

I opened my eyes.

Nothing change. It's still 1 Abu Bakar, not 1 Ikhlas that I hoped for.

I cried.

I cried to sleep. Then, I heard a knock. I woke up and it was my classmate. "Perhimpunan.."

"Oh, ok ", I answered, flustered. I dragged myself to the assembly feeling miserable.

But hey, it wasn't really that bad

Now, I'm already in Form 4 in Maahad. Form 1 was just immature times.

Alhamdulilah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulilah.

I've got a lot more friends, even best friends and I learned a lot here.

We can't stay put in one place right? This world is meant to be explored. (What I'm talking about? I don't know, it somehow doesn't make much sense though with my story)

I don't regret it at all.
But, yeah, sometimes I do wonder what if I didn't move in the first place?

What happened is the best one.

Well, we plan Allah decide.  Allah is the best planner after all. He don't give what we want but what we need.

So, that's all for now.

Unfortunately...

Dilema Budak Sekolah Agama

This is a survey that I've just done at....... .a group in Facebook.

I've done a poll and these are their responses. (it's a long post, so just bear with it)

FIRST! (26 votes)

• "Rasa bersalah buat benda lagha tapi.......... buat jugak" 

Komen:  These days, there's too much entertainment, social webs, it's hard for us not to involve. And it's because they want to follow the trend. They don't want to be called old-fashioned. This is what I'm facing too right now.

It's okay to do these things BUT, not too excessive until you become obsessed with artists, songs and others (but that's what happening). Until it disturbs our studies! And worse, our relationship with Allah! Na'uzubillah.  Berpada-pada,ok!
 If dah rasa bersalah tu, kurangkan! 

SECOND~(23 votes)

• "Dipandang baik oleh semua orang , tapi sebenarnya kita ni takdelah baik sangat"

Komen: Of course! You're studying in an Islamic school and you're studying about Islam. Islam teaches you to be good. Of course-lah you have to be good! Of course-lah orang pandang kita ni baik.

Memanglah kita ni tak baik sangat. Solat tak khusyuk, Surah Yasin pun kadang-kadang sangkut. Ber-twitting, Facebook sampai pagi.

Nobody's perfect. So, with those impression, why don't you take it as a motivation to try to improve yourself jadi lebih baik. Right?


THIRD...(14 votes)

• "Di'cop' ustaz/ustazah/imam muda dan yang sewaktu dengannya" 

Komen: Biasalah! Memanglah kadang-kadang rasa macam nak bagi buku lima dekat pipi gebu mereka but, it's better that they call you ustaz/ustazah than mat rempit, right?

Ni lebih kurang je dengan yang lagi satu. Take this to also motivate yourself to be as good as ustaz/ustazah. Maybe better than that! 

• "Tak rasa macam budak sekolah agama pun"

Komen: Kenapa ye? Tak rasa macam budak sekolah agama ke, tak rasa macam orang Islam?

Renung-renungkan. Don't blame the others. Think about it. Improve yourself, not as a 'budak sekolah agama' but as a better MUSLIM.

FORTH! (9 votes)

• "Tak dapat nak jawab soalan agama dan B. Arab bila ditanya"

Komen: That means you have a lot to learn and......pay attention during the class! 

Tapi, kalau soalan agama atau B. Arab tahap mega tu, boleh dimaafkanlah kot.

FIFTH...(7 votes)

• "Nak tegur ke tak nak?"

Komen: We are 'budak sekolah agama'. So, we have some advanced religious knowledge than 'budak sekolah biasa'. And when we saw someone did a mistake like in solat or aurat kan. There's always a voice in our head saying "Nak tegur ke tak nak?".

And it's harder if it's a stranger. Hardest if it's someone who is older than you.

And another voice came "Nanti dia fikir aku nak bajet pandai" or "Nanti dia fikir aku saja nak malukan dia"

And you end up.....

Not good. 
Siapa lagi nak tegur kalau bukan kita?!
But our mentality keeps us from it! Arggh! These voices are so freaking bad! Don't listen to them! Let the felling of guiltiness of not approaching the person haunts you~

"Nanti forever dia salah, SEBAB AKU TAK TEGUR.....pastu nanti aku kena soal kat akhirat....pastu..aku"

So, 'tegur' that person!

It's in the 5th place means they're not really haunted by this dilemma. That means........they do approach the people if they did a mistake OR they actually don't and think that this is not a thing to be concerned about (not good~). I'm not even sure.

Dan kalau nak tegur tu, tegurlah dengan berhikmah! Jangan main tegur melulu!

SIXTH~ (6 votes)

• "Jadi harapan dalam kalangan family/saudara kerana satu-satunya belajar agama"

Komen: Wow! Berat ni! Alhamdulillah, Allah nak suruh kau bimbing family/ saudara-saudara kau tu.

It's really a big responsiblity especially when they put high hopes to you. The 6 person who votes for this are guys. And yes, men are meant to lead.

So, GANBATTE, guys! Lead them!


SEVENTH! (5 votes)

• "Terasa sukar nak dakwah family/friends/saudara"

Komen: Almost the same with the above but, this one is somehow did out of responsibility and voluntarily and not because of high hopes people give. But, yeah it's almost the same. Dakwah memang kadang-kala agak sukar, especially to people who knows us. Especially when we are the ONLY ONE who is from 'sekolah agama'.

Be strong. Me, too, is facing this dilemma. And I find it hard. But I've tried, a bit and I'm still trying.

EIGTH... (2 votes)

• "Terasa awkward di tempat awam bila pakai tudung labuh/jubah apatah lagi bila diperhati"

Komen: I thought many would choose this, but fortunately, just two votes. Ok, firstly, there's no need to be so awkward. Ok, yeah it's kinda awkward to wear those but try to think that "Kau tutup aurat, buat apa nak malu?". You should be PROUD!

• "Kau?! Budak sekolah agama? Tak cayalah!

Komen: Ahah! Maybe it's the way you talk! Hey! Jangan mencarut! Improve your akhlak. Akhlak tu mencerminkan diri seseorang tu macam mana.

• "Sukar untuk socialize, lagi-lagi dengan yang berlainan jantina"

Komen: Well, this one. It always happen with old friends, cousins, no matter same gender or opposite gender because of different backgrounds. 

But in the 'sekolah agama' circle, it's always with the opposite gender, well, to certain people because this one got only two votes.

It's good that 'sekolah agama' environment didn't affect our social life BUT I'm afraid that we became too social because of the limit of socializing with the opposite gender in the school. That's what usually happening in social webs. 

NINTH, AND LAST~ (1 vote)

•  "Dipandang rendah, dicondemn dan yang sewaktu dengannya"

Komen: This only got one vote but still, we need to pay attention to it

Being condemned and underestimated by the community because we 'budak sekolah agama'? Just ignore them but if they condemn us because "Budak sekolah agama sekarang  ni sama je macam budak tak belajar dekat sekolah agama". Wohoh! That means we  really to fix our image as the people who are studying Islam. 

Not just fixing the image as a 'budak sekolah agama' but as a MUSLIM who is studying Qur'an, and Hadith! 

But there are 'budak sekolah agama' who is being underestimate by 'budak sekolah agama' themselves. True story, bro. This happens because of the judgement and impression towards a person. Not 'alim' and something like that. So immature...

CONCLUSION

Us, people around us and trend. That's what made us having these to face these dilemma. 

These days trend: fashion, entertainment, technology and ....bla bla bla. Most of it are against Islam's teachings. Too late. It's already become a part of our community's life.

People around us have been getting used to this trend and Islam's teachings become estranged. 

And we, 'budak sekolah agama' are trying to practice Islam in this community. But Islam is starting to secularize in our community without we realizing.

And we struggle, dilemmas come one by one. 

At the end, it all depend on ourselves and Allah. Our mentality, strength and faith.

And these dilemmas, shouldn't be faced by 'budak sekolah agama' only but by MUSLIMS. All Muslims suppose to sense this!

But Islam have been isolated day by day. 

So, it all goes to us 'budak sekolah agama' because we are still teenagers. Teenage is the age at its golden but many misused it to enjoy the worldly life.  

Teenagers are the hope of society, future's leaders. 

It all goes to us!  

Thanks for reading this decent post. Hope it's informational. Wassalam

Invisible...

That's what I feel..

...almost everytime at school.


Well, I didn't cry... yet. But... there are times I almost.

...because I feel like I'm not there.

It feels like nobody realizes me even when I'm trying to say something. Or said something.

Nobody notices that I'm there. Or WAS there.

I've been trying to show myself to....everyone but I'm just a no one.

Invisible I am.

Even 'you' didn't realize me. 'You' seem to start to distant yourself from me. I feel like there's a wall you build between us. I probably shouldn't call 'you' 'best' friend in the first place, right?

It hurts. Sometimes I pretend  that I'm sick or exaggerate to get 'your' attention but, you didn't seem to care.

 I wanna tell stories and my feelings but...it seems like they're not interested to it, including 'you'. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I'm being boring. I'm sorry that I tell you a lame story. It's boring, eh?

But 'you' laughed, or at least smile when you listen to other person's story. Or responded...

..but mine, you didn't much...I must be a boring friend. She's way funnier than me.They're way funnier.
I'm sorry.

If you're sad, come to me. But I think you already have a better person to tell your worries to. She's way nicer than me.........
... I'm sorry if I'm not there when you're depressed, when you're sad. I'm REALLY sorry.

If only 'you' read this. If only, 'you' read this, how would you react? Well, I don't think 'you' would read this, ever.

And would they read it and care? I don't know.

Invisible...alone...sad....and then a fake smile, I'm tired of it.

But I'm still not crying because I still have my family. Kazoku. ^.^

And I still have Him, Allah. He's always be there...<3 br="" nbsp="">

Happy Nuzul Qur'an by the way! Wassalam

Allah...

I just had a bad week, last week.

1. I've been anticipating for MUSLEH competition next week since the holiday! BUT, my hopes were crushed and crumpled. We couldn't participate it because of some reasons. School stuff.
2. And then at the same day, I got my Physics paper which we've been waiting for so long to get and..... it's really hard to smile after that. It was TERRIBLE! My friend tried to cheer me up and yeah, I forced myself to smile (and I kept singing Bad Day)
3. Also, in that week, I felt ignored by my friends. I don't know whether it's just me being too sensitive OR they really do ignore me.

Which reminded me of my old friends, already-move-to-other-school friends and my FAMILY.

I really want to call my mother badly but.... I'm afraid I'll cry and don't really know what to say. (I don't want her to find out my Physics just yet)

And next week, I, oops, I mean WE have to take over the school's reign from the Form 5s. And i have to prepare myself and brace my self for the job.

It was a bad week with the fact that my birthday was just around the corner (22nd June, Sat)

I almost cried because all of this, BUT then I tell myself, "Why should I cry? This is nothing!"

Allah is probably trying to test me right now.

I also realized that I always forget Him.


Selangkah ku pergi dari Mu, selangkah Kau dekat padaku.

Selangkah ku padaMu, seribu langkah kau pada ku.

Malunya aku...

NO INTERNET!

The internet connection at my house is down for a moment..well, till now actually.

The cause? I'm not sure but I think it is caused by the heavy rain few days ago.

And it's REALLY, REALLY frustrating. Just imagine, you are having a holiday for a week but there's no internet....

IT'S FREAKING FRUSTRATING!

I can't procrastinate...

BUT, the benefit is...I got to finish my homeworks at least, due to no presence of the Internet.

So,the only chance for me to use the Internet is at the library, right now, when I was writing this post.

Rite now, there's only 5 minutes left for me to use the Internet.

So, that's all for now.

wassalam~

Experiences...

Masha-Allah...


It's HOLIDAY! Haha, at last!

How long have it been?
2 months I guess, leaving this blog un-updated.

While my life is actually updated a lot.

IDC...

...exams (the result was freaking 'awesome', I wanna puke)

.... played hockey 4 school! (I'm new to it and it's fun and awesome~)

....judging at KDU (a whole new experience! Got to know a lot of people..)

...vacation with friends at Penang

... and currently, English drama in district level.

That's a lot for the first months. But now, I'm in a dilemma.

Our debate trainer, Brother Fakhry offered me and the others to participate in a Debate Open where Ill be teamed up with him. I really want to join it! But I have to pay quite a lot for it. But my parents don't really care about the fee, so...I'll think I'll participate the debate..

TAPI....

I'm also participating in the English drama. They didn't clash with each other but...they'll be held very close to each other. So, should I let go of this drama competition? Or, just try to cope with two competitions? OR, let go of the debate competition? No no no..

So, what do you think?

Three Years, Three Times the Illness

I'm not feeling well today.
So I didn't go to the school.

Alaaa...tak dapatlah anugerah kehadiran penuh tahun ni.
Not so necessary, really.

Well, it's normal. I will be absent because of illness once every year. And let me tell you my experiences and the differences of my illnesses at the hostel for these three years.

FORM 1, 2010
 At that time, I was having a fever and it's my first time at the hostel . Everyone went to school normally.  I stayed in the dorm alone, helpless. But before that, a F4 senior gave me her Panadol. Then, a F5 prefect came to check the dorm and noticed me, lying on the bed. I thought she just gonna ask "Are you okay?" and didn't really expect my answer and gone to school normally. Or maybe "You must sit at the 'sick room' "(we called the room 'bilik sakit', so.. it must be 'sick room' in English, right?)
But she, who I called Kak Syifa', not just ask my condition, she gave me a tuna sandwich. Yummy! I acted like I don't want any food but I was actually starving. She do understands how actually hungry I am.

And after that, a warden came to see me and borrowed her phone to me to call my parents. And then my father fetched me and I'm home. Hihi~

Although it's just a sandwich, still, it filled my stomach and make my first fever at the hostel memorable.
Thank you~

FORM 2, 2011
 This is the most memorable illness, ever! Well, I was having fever again and this time I'm not alone. There's another person in my dorm who is also not well. At first, we just lying on our beds, motionless and then, SURPRISE!!  My 'ketua warden' and principal came to my dorm. Tadaa!

 I was kinda surprised but half-conscious, and they were kinda mad at us because we didn't go to the school and forced us to sit in the'sick room'. We're not supposed to be in the dorm.
We are sick, sleepy and weak and suddenly they both came into our dorm, mad and asked us why don't we go to the school. We still can study, she said that. Well, I know that but what's the function if  I'm dizzy and weak. It's useless because I can't focus if I'm dizzy and sick. I will end up sleeping all day long.

But I just stay quiet and went to the 'sick room'. The one who was also not well with me decided to go the school after we were being mad at by the principal. At first, I was alone. And then there's another person, who kinda broke her arm, sat in the 'sick room' together with me. She's a very sporting one, everyone knew her and I call her K. Farah.
 She also kinda feel not satisfied with what the principal said to her. She said that how can she write if she go to school.

 And then we had a little chit chat and she is kinda very close to everyone including the cleaner. And that kinda bring some advantage to us. The cleaner discovered that we are not well and bought us some meal. That's so sweet of her.

And we talked and talked and laughed and then she said, "tengok, dah tak sakit sangat dah kan?".  I nod.
"Laugh is the best medicine! Kan?" she said that. I smiled. Thanks, K.Farah!
And then she said,"Untung kan sakit dengan aku." Memang pun.

And the school session ended. We went back to our own dorms and yeah, I'm feeling great! It's true that laugh is the best medicine. I was feeling very dizzy but then, she made me laughed. I kinda feeling better a bit Thanks, K. Farah for that 'fun' illness.

And that evening, I went for 'kawad' practice. At first I though I could stand it but a few minutes later, just let me rest. By chance, K. Farah also was in the same 'kawad' team as me. And she told our 'kawad' team about our day. And they were like "Pengetua datang? Ko biar betul.". Betul~ pengetua datang.

Haha, and that made this illness the most memorable ever, for me!

FORM 3,2012
And this one is the most boring one. I just sat in the sick room, alone. A pack of biscuit as a supply, in case if I'm hungry. No prefect, no warden, no 'ketua warden', no principal and no body else who is also not well. Just a 'mak cik' guard who asked me about my condition. I slept until some where around 11 a.m. and went to my dorm and then to my study room. And that's all.

By chance, it's the 'balik wajib' day.


And that were my experiences of my three illnesses in three years. So, I'm sorry if it's too boring and too long.  Alhamdulillah, my illnesses wasn't so bad. Some of them are fun and some of them was kind dull.

So, just that by now.
Wassalam~

The Unexpecteds' in a Week

Many things had happen to me and my family in just a week. Firstly, my grandmother passed away on Saturday, the first day of the holiday. I felt upset about 'bout that especially my mother. Well, that's the bad news. The good news is I got a promotion, maybe offer is more suitable, I got an offer from Maahad Hamidiah but without.......,what does it call in English?
Ummm,without..... whatever-you-know-what-I-mean. My father will write a letter and fax it to the school. If I still couldn't get the you-know-what-I-mean, I will still stay at SAMTTAJ. Then, a bad news came again. Someone broke into my house. When we arrived our house, it was all normal. The main door was locked. We went in and everything were okay till my mother went into her room and shouted ,"Abang". My brother and I were shocked and went into her room. First thing that I saw was my parent's stuff and a drawer on a chocolate-colored floor untidyly. Actually, I didn't thought of someone had broke into my house until I saw my parent's dressing room were so messy. Drawers, clothes, jewelery and many more.

Then, I ran to my room and the only thing that I lost was RM4 from my red purse, a watch and my blue teddy wallet that was gave by my sister.Kak Iman and Kak Izzah, if you are reading this, none of your stuff were stolen. So, don't worry. Well, I felt sleepy..... That's all for now.Bye2. Wassalam