WHEN THE MOORS RULED EUROPE

This short documentary describes the glorious rule of Muslim Moors in what is now Spain. A forgotten history is remembered. Kak Jua was totally right. We should have watched it before going to Spain.

ALHAMDULILLAH

I just got meself a summer job! And credits to Elly for advertising the vacancy in the mailing list, and for having recommended me for it. And most of all, I cannot help being thankful to Allah. How brilliant has He arranged everything for me. Just nice. School summer holiday has just started so I do not have to pick up Kak Ita's kids anymore. And three weeks volunteering at the shop has been marvellous - a bit dissapointed though since I am just improving my skills operating the till, and I am quitting it in a couple of days.

When I pay for stuff that I shop for, most of the times, I will hear this:

"Here's your two pounds change and your receipt. Thank you"

or

"I'll put your receipt in the bag, and here's your two quid change"

In the past two days, I had a chance to imitate that. *wink*

Back to this new job. It is a position as a notes summariser in a GP practice. I hope I will be able to cope myself with the tasks and hopefully it would not strain my eyes so much to sit in front of the computers for long hours. The best part is, that the work at least has something to do with my course. Would give me a very relevant experience indeed.

Alhamdulillah.

GREY'S ANATOMY

I did a bit of packing today and I found a square note which I wanted to throw into the bin but the scribble on the paper seems very meaningful to get rid of that way, without saving it somewhere so I thought of saving and sharing it here. The quote was from a patient with heart problem in Grey's Anatomy (can't recall his name). He said:

"I believe in heaven. If I have to choose between
this life and one in heaven, I choose heaven."

I must have found the quote rather important or interesting or full of meaning that I jotted it down on a piece of paper and pinned it on my small notice board and never took it off whenever I was cleaning out the unwanted notices on the board.

May Allah lead us to the straight path in this life, for the best rewards in the next one.

COUNTING DAYS

Today I went out with Kak Nurul to accompany her shopping for the arrival of a new baby girl insyaAllah. It turned out to be her accompanying me instead. It is summer sale in almost every store and I just had to control myself from spending too much. It was a tough determination to accomplish; a couple of skirts won't kill, will they? ***Hey, it was a bargain after all. Buy one get one free after 50% reduction*** ;-P

I had a nice day out with Kak Nurul really. And shopping for kids' stuff were so much fun. They were all so cute, more like you are playing with dolls, trying to fit the nicest dress for them, and comb their hair, and made them wear some accesories. *teringat selalu main anakkan (patung kertas) zaman kecik2 dulu. 20 sen je satu*. Anyhow, I really wish Fatin and Danish are here. Miss my favourite baby boy so much. Shopping would be much more fun if they were there!

Danish celebrating his first birthday in Malaysia

(without Auntie Iffa?? How could you??)

I thought I would go to the charity shop and do some work as usual. But I did not. I was so damn tired and did not dare to leave Kak Nurul going back on her own so I took the same bus as hers going back home. She is 36 week pregnant, and Danish was born when he was 36 weeks gestation, so it was quite worrying to let her walk alone. After performing my Zuhur prayer, I fell asleep and woke up at only half seven, so I urgently prayed Asar and ate my dinner before going to halaqah.

It was not my first time to fall asleep in the afternoon this week. It was my third time already. It was probably due to the summer weather which kept getting warm each day. Except today, it was raining for a while in the morning so the weather was just nice today. Not too warm and not too cold. Hehe, complaining the weather. Reminds me of a conversation with Farah - we are becoming more British now, always complaining about the weather.

And I won't blame the weather really. I have been out a lot, and I spent two days of the week for ice skating and beach (had fish and chips at tynemouth twice already in this week - fish and chips: still, so typical British). Ice skating was so fun, but it makes you tired. Or probably because I do not really know yet how to skate. Glad that for my last session I do not have to complete one round holding on the wall before gaining the confidence to go to the centre of the rink. I think to play tennis is much harder, although ice skating is similarly tiring. Especially for the brain. Probably because I was using up most of the energy being very conscious and trying very hard not to fall. A brilliant exercise for the cerebellum (?) I bet. Also, it so teaches me to appreciate how well has Allah created the world, that I do not have to walk on the ice, God I am so thankful for that. I just couldn't imagine wearing ice skating shoe all the time, it must be killing my feet in silence!

Ok. Back to today's activity. The halaqah. We were discussing about the tafsir of surah al-Maa'un and continued with our last unfinished topic from last week's usrah, the first element of Arkanul Bai'ah, to have a deep understanding of Islam as a way of life. I cannot recall why, but Kak Eleena mentioned a story about the pious man and a dog. For those who have not heard of the story, here goes story:

" A man was walking on a desert and he was very thirsty. He found a well and went down into it and drank. When he climbed up and came out of the well, he saw a dog, panting and eating earth out of thirst. He thought that the dog must be as thirsty as he was. so he went back down into the well, and using his shoe as a bucket, he filled in the water and then held it in is mouth until he climbed out. Then he gave the dog water."

It is a true story from a hadith (sahih bukhari and muslim if I am not mistaken) and the prophet stated that Allah had forgiven the man his sins because of his kindly act, and he will enter the paradise due to that.

Moral of the story; always be good, even to animals or plants, we are all the creations of Allah. Even dogs. Also as a reminder for myself who does not like dogs that much (I have my reasons, experienced running for being chased by dogs for quite a few times. Hehe, fell off once - shame on me!). True that for us muslims, when the dog is wet or for their faeces, we have to clean it with our "special" way. That is using one part of water from clean soil, and 6 parts of clean water (eg tap water, or rain). It sounds hard, but it is not that difficult when it comes to times you have to apply it. Reminds me of a conversation between a dog and a cow that I got as an instant message long, long time ago:

LEMBU: Hai anjing, apa habaq? Macam ada yg tak kena je?
ANJING: Aku tengah tension nih. Mau je aku gigit manusia tadi.
LEMBU : eh? kenapa?
ANJING: aku lalu tepi dua orang mansuia lelaki dan perempuan yg sedang berkepit. Tetiba si lelaki terperanjat dan terus melompat dan berkata "hoi anjing, pergi jauh2,najis!".
LEMBU: Ya, lah.ko kan haram. Najis tahap berat bagi manusia. Biasalah tu.
ANJING: Kalau aku najis sekali pon, kalau dia tersentuh aku, boleh disamak. Yang dia sentuh dan raba2 awek dia tu apa? boleh ke nak samak dosa?
LEMBU: Betul tu. Memegang wanita yg bukan mahramnya tanpa ikatan yg sah, lebih dahsyat kenajisannya daripada memegang ko anjing,malah tak boleh suci sekalipun di samak.
ANJING:wah.. ayat ko memang power la... manusia kena ubah pepatah "Pandai macam LEMBU"

Thanks to Lembu for making a clear comparison between halal haram and najis. Najis does not necessarily haram. Vice versa, haram does not necessarily means najis. Sometimes we take things for granted. Sometimes we like to complicate simple things.

So there goes another day of my summer holiday.

SERBAN

Interesting. While the muslims here are fighting for the right to wear Hijab in school, we have the serban issue in Malaysia:

1. Pelajar ditegah berserban -- Bukan sebahagian daripada pakaian seragam sekolah - Hakim
2. Serban: Islam tiada penghormatan apabila Mahkamah tolak rayuan

Hmmm...

ME IN THE SUMMER

Already a month of summer holiday. And surprisingly I do not spend as much time at home as I expected.

1. I sometimes picked up Aisyah and Azri from school (Luqman as well, but now that he's gone back to Malaysia for good really miss him, and Nasya too). And I've got their house key with me. I slept there a few times before Kak Ina moved into Ija's room. So that is my third home I guess.

2. And I've got a new temporary housemate. Not that Kak Ina is gonna stay there for a short period of time, but it is me that need to pack up my things and move out since I have given up the room to Zalehani. Too complex explanation for why have I given it up, so I better not start writing about it. But alhamdulillah, insyaAllah will be moving out into Kak Jua's (yeay! Jadi housemate Kak Jua yang comel!) --> Duk Fenham jugak akhirnya.

***Panjang umur Kak Jua, I had to pause for a moment to answer her call***

3. And I went to ISLAMEXPO which was being held at Alexandra Palace in London for four days - I only attended three. It was great and I got to know Nor, my Singaporean usrahmate while I was there. So sad that she has left for good as well, right after the expo. So, ISLAMEXPO...Most of the talks were about things that we might have always been discussing while having our tea or lunch break, or while watching the telly, or while in the bus. Palestine and Iraq issue, 7 July and September 11, Islam and terrorism (?) etc. There was one talk about Islamic school, questioning whether it is a vessel of integration or isolation. Hmm...interesting topic although they only mentioned about having Islamic faith school here in the UK. We are so lucky to have 54 (I guess, in 2001) SMKAs in Malaysia, and not to mention that all the school will have Islamic lesson as a particular subject on its own to expose the kids with the history and basic knowledge of Islam. In contrast, it sounds very hard for muslim parents here to ensure their kidsto grow up within an Islamic environment. They will need to send their kids to extra classes provided by the masjids or any Islamic organisation to gain knowledge on Islam.

And there were exhibitions and shops too at the expo.

4. I applied for paid jobs but I was being rejected for at least three times by now. Hopefully something will turn up later, although I am not that much in need of a job really. So, I am currently volunteering at a charity shop, British heart Foundation. It is quite nice. Meeting some new people and learning some new tasks - at least when I evaluate myself before I go to sleep, I do not have any regret about spending my time at home doing particularly nothing useful at all.

Everything works out fine, and I am expecting to see my Kelana Convoy friends this weekend (so called coz I met them during the trip).

ISLAMIC BIRTH DATE

Mine was 10 Ramadhan 1404. Can celebrate that after the iftar then.

Find out yours here.

A point to ponder:

On our birthdays,

should our mums give us presents

OR

should we give them gifts instead?

They have given us the gift to be born in this world, not to mention how painful does it seemed to give birth and to take care of the children until they are able to undergo the life independently. And no, it does not stop just there, I suppose.

p/s: Miss mama. Mama comel =)

WHAT'S WITH RUDENESS AND MALAYSIA?

When I read Ija's blog, I could not agree more, trust me! (Sorry Ija, I am going to copy-paste your brilliant writing my dear).

As many have been aware ,Malaysia is placed the third rudest country in a survey held by RD. Even though the survey did not encompass a wide range of tests, the result gives something for us to think about. They have included three tests- the 'door' test, to see who would readily hold the door to others, the 'document' test to look for helpful Malaysians in picking the papers on the floor and lastly the 'thank you' test to see the friendliness among the sale assistants.

Some agreed and some didn't to the very fact that Malaysians are rude, or should I say, impolite ( it sounds milder). I should say I agree, to some extent based on what I saw and what I have experienced myself. For me, Malaysians are not accustomed to giving smiles to everybody (no matter who they are ) and say out lovely expressions to the people we communicate with.

Those tests might not so much a part of our culture such as holding the door or doorlifts hence the third rudest is labelled. However, the readiness to help picking up the papers ( helping picking up anything!) and saying 'thank you' should be every person's manner in daily lives. It is a shame for us that in a survey held by a local newspaper, only two out of seven people had helped picking up the papers when the documents are purposely dropped in front of them. Some just smiled and went off, and some had given a smirk. It is not just the matter of the bad image the tourists can observe but it is also the issue of the manner among ourseleves, Malaysians.

People who has been abroad would agree with me that WEsteners are much better in terms of the communications and interactions to the publics. I walk to school everyday and I have to pass a small gate to the field. i have not encountered a single day that nobody walking in front wouldn't open the door for me. Some will just hold it even I am still far behind so I have to run so that they wont wait too long. The elderly never say 'thank you' without uttering charming words such as 'lovely', 'gorgeous', 'sweet' at the end of their sentence. Some randomly say 'hi' in the middle of the road and ask about tennis if they see that you are holding the tennis racquet.

An old man had onced wiped the cream at the corner of my mouth when I had finished eating the doughnut. And, surprise surprise, at that particular time we were queuing for the bus. He was a total stranger but for God's sake he wiped my mouth!!!``Ija selekeh`` ( It sounds creepy and I was scared but then I realised that he was so nice!!)

I am not merely comparing but it is something we should learn from the Westerners. Some might not agree with what I said and what i am going to say but different people encounter different situations, hence have different say. Some men are too afraid to be called a 'gentleman' by helping the women carrying heavy bags. I had onced carried a few large and indeed heavy luggages in a station but nobody cares to help me carrying it on the stairs. In France at one time this very gentleman helped me and friends carrying just a medium-sized bag, up to the next floor without being asked.

Lest you forget- we are claimed to be the third rudest so we definitely need a change whether the results are reliabe or not.

Courtesy call- let us practise more courtesy, put smiles on our face (hey smiling is a brilliant exercise for the facial muscles-u move 20 muscles just for smiling!!), be ready to help people in need, the least is picking up the litter and papers ;) and say 'thanks' and 'sorry' appropriately.

Let's just wait for the next survey and look where are we among the others.

ps; its good to be back. malaysia best!

I myself have experienced most of the things Ija was telling, so definitely could not agree more with her. Ouh, except for the last sentence, I totally objected that one, hihi. But, it's not that bad to be left in the UK during the summer holiday. I still do have a great time!

Although, on the other hand, of course I am not expecting a stranger especially a man to wipe my mouth, (just bear in mind that in her case, this man did not know about the limitations we have and I am sure if they do, they would have respected her as a muslim). And I do think that it would have been very weird if we translate the charming words into Malay - sayang, si manis , etc. (although what makes it weird might be due to the way people normally use those words back in Malaysia). But that should never restrict us from saying thank you or sorry, whenever appropriate.

Now that reminds me of the use of salam "Assalamualaikum". In a talk from a reliable person, he mentioned that it is not even wrong for a man to give salam to a woman (and vice versa), given that the intention is right, that is to greet people in a polite manner. In fact the salam itself is a prayer from a muslim to another. However, some do use it in a different way. I am not making this up but I am sure some of you have heard this: "Assalamualaikum...tak jawab berdosa". Was it a really sincere salam? It is this kind of behaviours that gives the perception that salam is so restricted. But please do not get me wrong here, as I was saying, it is all based on our intentions. "Tepuk dada tanyalah iman". And this does not only apply to salam. In fact everything else should be done wholeheartedly because of Allah, hoping to get the blessings from Him. And to say this is just theoretical is not totally true because Allah has sent us His messengers, so that we can learn from them, as they did make the Lillahita'ala as much practical as it should be.

One last thing that I would like to mention here is how Malaysians treat Malaysians as compared to treating the tourists (or probably to be more specific, the Caucasians). I do not know if this is just me, but I do think that some Malaysians treat the outsiders really good, giving them the best service as possible, as compared to those living in the same country. I cannot remember the address of a website quoting a typical Malaysian's behaviour. It was about a waiter. When a Malaysian comes asking for a table of a fully booked restaurant, the waiting staff would add a table near the kitchen, but when a tourist comes, he would give a table next to a window where one can view the tranquility in Allah's creation, a beautiful view of how green the earth is and a lake situated outside the restaurant. It is a good thing, but aren't Malaysians categorised as homo-sapiens as well?

Why not we reflect ourselves based on what the article has mentioned, give it a thought, and make an effort to be a better person, a better Malaysian (shall I relate this to the topic we are discussing), and the most important one, a better MUSLIM?

ALONE

That's right. I am alone in home.

Three weeks gone in a snap.

In those three weeks time, right after the exam, I have no time to be alone on my own. I couldn't even see my room's carpet coz the room was full of people. I even have to sleep in Ija's room. But now, my room seems to be very empty, also very big and has lots of space.

And all other rooms in the house are empty too. No occupiers. =(

Gonna have to find a new house to stay anyway. Hmm...

JAPANESE SECRET

Another lecture slide from the LSE - now only wanna put these things on the blog, a very obvious proof of last minute study. (I always hate last minute study, but I have always done it indeed, arrrghhhhh).


Just thought someone might wanna try this (well, I haven't).

p/s: Ape pun, ajal maut di tangan Allah.

EXAM

Below is the examinations timetable for 2nd year medical students in the Newcastle University:

Tuesday, 23 May 2006
OSCPE

Wednesday, 24 May 2006
EMI

Thursday, 25 May 2006
DIT

These exams (and another assignment results) would determine whether we will be allowed to go on to the next clinical year stage.

Hoping to get help from Allah, ar-Rahman and ar-Rahim.

Pray for our success!

THE STONE BABY

I was revising my lecture notes on the LSE and stumbled across this picture.

Yes. I know it is not a nice pleasant picture to look at, but let us all take some time to thank Allah that we were not born in this condition. (Stone baby is due to dystrophic calcification).

Not to mention the so many disease I have came across, only being two years in the medical school, insyaAllah the more we learn how Allah has given us our best conditions, the more we will appreciate the health as one of the nikmat. Well, we will never realise how we appreciate things until we lose them, right? Let's always appreciate His nikmat and blessings.

RECOVERED: TRIP TO SPAIN

[cordoba pictures]

Caution: The earlier paragraphs of this entry was narrated a week after coming back from Spain, not exactly today.

Still recovering from my two weeks journey to Spain and the south of England. Don't know what got into me, but I got travel sickness during the first day of travel in Sevilla. Had diarrhoea and felt nausea throughout the day, was trying to force myself to vomit like a bulimic, but never did vomitted at all. Was trembling when we were praying, can't even stood up for long. Well that is the explanation for why did I miss the sightseeing in Sevilla. All I did was sleeping (or trying to sleep), thing I can always do in my room here. Heh, but never mind, there must be good reason why I felt so weak to even walk a distance.

Hmm...so Cordoba and Granada were worth going after all. To be honest, I did not do what I have learned from the trips before; that is to do some research on the place to be visited. So I neglected the history and just went there with only one thing for sure in my mind: Long time ago, Islam was achieving its glorious time here. Even if you do not actually know that, you can make that conclusion when you go and visit Al-Hambra. Frankly, that was the best building I have ever seen so far. The architecture, the carvings... masyaAllah, they are so detailed, the walls are comprised mostly of marbles, even some of the ceilings as well. Too bad my memory card was already full when we reached there, but will upload pictures from those other sweet girls' cameras in my fotopages.

The walls of the palace were full of the words "LA GHALIBU ILLA ALLAH" - which means there is no conquerer but Allah.

And while in Cordoba, we met this muslim lady. Her name is Salma al-Faruki (forgive me if I got this worng). We visited her house, in which the ground floor serves as an exhibition place, where they put some historical Islamic stuff, whereas the first floor is basically where they live in. Meeting her was very nice, she was very friendly and enthusiastic. She spoke a lot about the greatness of Allah.

Subhanallah. Meeting her was indeed another proof that all muslims share the same fikrah, the same purpose of life. She told us the same thing that has always been told. For example, to read the "3 Qul" verse in the Quran before you sleep. To get to know Allah by His 99 names as in Asma ul-Husna. To always thank Allah for his nikmat. Also, all those other things which I am sure all muslims who at least attended the Islamic class would have heard of it. Well, I hope all muslims do. It is interesting that despite we are living in a different continent (well, considering we are Malaysians), that is thousand miles away from each other, but I do feel like she is very close to us, probably for the same fikrah that we have. Even though it was the first time I meet her, and we probably won't meet again in this world (hopefully we'll do, in the paradise) it feels like I love her so much, and I believe this is what they call the ukhuwwah fillah. It's just amazing how you can love somebody just because you strongly feel that person has the same understanding as you do.

Well, as mentioned, half of this entry is only completed today, which is about 2 weeks after I have narrated the earlier half of the entry, and I completely have no idea of what I was about to say. Hopefully it is something, I'd rather finish it rather than just leave it hanging as a draft. I have uploaded some of the pictures from my camera in my fotopages. Mind you, those are only some from my pics, and we have 5 cameras full of pics, so do not actually know whether I am gonna be uploading all of them. Just do not like uploading the pics in fotopages coz it is so slow.

[1st row: Medina az-Zahra, 2nd row: inside Mezquita, largest pic: entrance to Mezquita]

So new term is starting in less than a week. Kak Farah is still in her flight to Malaysia, I suppose. Danish is getting bigger and can stand up on his own now. Ija is 22 years old, I am gonna be 22 too shortly. Most people I know are expecting their baby as the foetus grow in the womb of their mother. Those who have just got SPM results are waiting for offers to university/college. While some are struggling with new job, and new life, some can be busy practising taekwondo. Also, some can be very homesick at times. Hmm...I guess that is what you say LIFE GOES ON.

19 APRIL

1. Hari ni birthday Ija. Another day out for 196 Dilston girls. Went to Longsand (?) Beach in Tynemouth. Cantik sangat. Also, makan fish and chips kat North Shield - well, finally! Hmm... sekarang baru tau mane nak bawak kalo ade kawan2 datang Newcastle =) Asalnya nak gi ice skating tapi tak sempat la plak. But had a nice day!

- Happy Birthday Ija!!
- Datangla Newcastle!

2. Hari ni jugak, Kak Farah dapat tiket flight die. Huhu, Kak Farah is leaving on a jetplane. Yes, balik Malaysia for good. Tomorrow, 6 a.m. Tadi pegi makan kat Nando's ngan Kak Farah n Kak Ina, as farewell dinner. Hmm... will miss her a lot.

- Dulu ade Kak Sarah, dah pindah Manchester. Skang Kak Farah yang nak balik, pasni akak2 lain pon tak lame dah. Sedihnye.

3. Hari ni penatnye. But happy to spend a day out with MY HOUSEMATES in NEWCASTLE. Lamenye rase tak duk Newcastle. Tapi, sedih. Sebab my dearie Kak Farah dah nak balik in only a few hours from now. Isk isk isk.

- Dah banyak hari tak buat kerja. Maka, azamku = esok at least kene buat kerja! Aja aja fighting!

PASRAH SEGALANYA

Pernah hati ini terguris
Dengan fitnah dan tohmahan menghiris
Sehingga terasa diri ini hina
Kerana tiada siapa yang sudi membela

Kutabahkan hatiku harungi hidup
Biarpun tiada siapa yang menemani
Keseorangan aku di lautan sepi
Ditinggalkan mereka yang aku percayai

Namun ku tahu ada hikmahnya
Setiap segala yang menimpa diri
Kuserahkan segala padaMu Tuhan
Yang berkuasa jua mencipta
Kerana engkau Maha Mengetahui
Segala apa yang terbuku di hati

Ya Allah tidakku terdaya lagi
Menahan dugaan yang mencabar ini
Terasa bagai noktah telah kutemui
Mengakhiri segala yang telah aku mulai

Ya Allah engkau lindungilah aku
Bekalkanlah daku dengan limpahan iman
Agar tabahku menghadapi dugaan
Agar tidakku berhenti di pertengahan

Kini di sini aku berdiri
Bersama harapan yang tulus suci
Agar terbitlah kembali menteri pagi
Setelah malamku berkalut benci

lagu & lirik : Syam(Syamer DeHearty)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

1. Will be leaving for Spain today with my housemates, Madihah, Kak Jua and Kak Akma, insyaAllah. Well, not exactly today coz will depart to London first, then from London to Stansted, then the flight to Seville is not only until tomorrow morning. Pray for our safe journey, and for us to always remind each other of our intention deep inside our heart for going on the trip as to get the blessings from God, not only to just go and have fun. Surely will have fun there with all this bunch of great people! InsyaAllah.

2. Since I might not get a chance to update an entry for at least another week, that's including on the 27th of March which is my mum's birthday, so wishing HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you Mama beforehand, sorry, might not be able to call home that day. Love you.

3. Am going to the college alumni at Southampton right after I reach London again (from Spain), then will be heading towards Plymouth for another 4 days. Hmm...inclusively, 2 weeks of my one month easter holiday is gone on 'jalan jalan cari makan'. No. Let's make it 'jalan jalan cari pengalaman'. Orang kate luas perjalanan banyak pengalaman, poket pon kosong. Hahaha.

So happy holidays, and hoping to wisely use my holidays!

AKU TANPA CINTAMU

Mirwana Feat Jay Jay

Telah ku mungkiri janjiku lagi
Walau seribu kali
Ku ulang sendiri
Aku takkan tempuh lagi
Apakah kau terima cintaku lagi
Setelah ku berpaling
Dari pandanganMu
Yang kabur kerna jahilnya aku

Mengapa cintaMu tak pernah hadir
Subur dalam jiwaku
Agarku tetap bahagia
Tanpa cintaku tetaplah Kau di sana
Aku tanpa cintaMu
Bagai layang-layang terputus talinya

Telah ku mungkiri janjiku lagi
Walau seribu kali
Ku ulang sendiri
Aku takkan tempuh lagi
Apakah kau terima cintaku lagi
Setelah ku berpaling
Dari pandanganMu
Yang kabur kerna jahilnya aku

Masihkah ada sekelumit belas
Mengemis kasihMu Tuhan
Untukku berpaut dan bersandar
Aku di sini kan tetap terus mencuba
Untuk beroleh cintaMu
Walau ranjaunya menusuk pedih

Farah Hasaban was the first person who introduced the song to me =) One of the new friends I met time Kelana Convoy dulu - who happens to be sister to my junior Topaz back in college.

Siapelah kita tanpa cintaNya, tanpa rahmat dan rahimNya...

[short break from the brain torturing SSC]

CONGRATULATIONS!

SPM: Maahad Tahfiz kekal 100 peratus sejak 1996
1. Sape kate orang belajar hafal Quran takboleh dapat result cemerlang?

2. Sekalung tahniah untuk mereka yang berjaya (termasuklah mung Dil)! Juga tahniah untuk adik Ija (tibe2 je...sebab taktahu dah sape lg yang amik SPM) and to all yang berjaya. Yang dah usaha dan tak berapa bes, insyaAllah, tuh semue mungkin yang terbaik... God knows the best for His servants.

3. Untuk Dil: I really wish u could come and join me here. Suh papa sponsor kalu (nauzubillah) tok dapat scholarship. Hehe. Cam kaye je.

(Tak pasal2 excited, bak kate Im, sure papa senyum sampai mate sepet. Hahaha. Sorry. Not my words. Her words. Sure mama lega dah lepas penat berdoa untuk anak die yang taknampak serius langsung tu. Sayang korang. Cepat datang UK!)

MINYAK NAIK

Almost two weeks retiring from the assignment work after I submitted the patient study. The plan was to catch up with my studies first. But apparently, not really effective, so get started with the other assignment, the SSC1. Seriously took a lot of time ONLY to find research papers, and this one would be the most expensive assignment so far! (I believe I am gonna have to print some more papers apart from ones that have been printed while working on the proposal) And until now, I am still working on finding the relevant articles, which stressed me up so much, so here I am, writing up a post for my blog.

Actually, I was surfing the internet, then found this edited version of lagu raya (frustrated or, probably perli harga minyak naik kat Malaysia) then only think of pasting it on this blog.

SELAMAT MINYAK NAIK
KEPADA SAUDARA SERTA SAUDARI
SETAHUN HANYA SEKALI
MERAYAKAN KENAIKAN KALI INI

MISKIN KAYA MEMAKAI MINYAK PETROL TIAP HARI
MENGUNJUNGI STESYEN MINYAK SANAK FAMILI
SUNGGUH HEBAT,KENAIKANNYA KALI INI
TUA MUDA WAJAH BERSERI-SERI

MARILAH BERGEMBIRA
SAMA-SAMA MENYAMBUT KENAIKANNYA
MINTAK MAK, DUIT SEPULUH RINGGIT
SAYA MAHU BELANJA SEKOLAH UNTUK SATU HARI

Teringat dulu beli nasi kat kantin sekolah 30sen banyak gile =) Mama kasi duit 50 sen je kot satu ari (ntah-ntah 30 sen) mase tahap satu. Agaknye budak skang dapat brp ringgit yer?

I have never learnt economics as a subject at school or college, or talk about it seriously with those with knowledge int his particular field, so just have some thoughts over these issue. It is true that gaji bertambah jugak every year(ye ke?). But kalau harga barang pon naik, then the extra money we get will do nothing to increase the quality of life, as the expenditure will definitely increase as well. So in long term, same jugak la kan, takboleh nak increase QoL pon. Nanti angka tu je bertambah. Contohnye, kate la dulu dapat gaji 300 tapi belanje beli gula 20sen je. lepas tuh gula naik harga 70 sen n dapat gaji 700. Lame lagi dapat gaji 2000 gule naik 1.50 (andaian je nih, bukan harge sebenar). So same jugak ape yang kite spend, takde extra money pon. Ye ke? (Fahamkah apa yang cube disampaikan ini?)

Pastuh yang miskin tetap miskin. Yang kaya tetap kaya. So takkan tercapai hasrat nak mendekatkan jurang miskin dan kaya. Ye ke?

Saje je sebab bosan ni. Saya budak taktahu apa2 pasal benda ni, sekadar memikirkan secara logik dari otak yang dah tepu cari research articles. Jadi jangan percaya apa yang saya cakap. Ianya hanyalah luahan pendapat semata-mata. Takde kene mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang mati. Ade orang nak betulkan dari segi economic yang betul, silekan share. Boleh jugak belajar econs =)

Sekian, kene get back to work!

KISAH PAYUNG

Keje banyak je, tapi rase nak update sebagai tanda menghargai payung itu.

Semalam pegi school awal sebab nak hantar assignment. Kebetulan hari hujan. So first time la nak pakai payung yang baru beli tu. Kisahnye:

1. Mase nak kluar tuh, try bukak payung tu, die macam taknak bukak habes, so pangil Ija mintak tolong bukakkan payung tu.

2. Pastuh jalan punye jalan, dah masuk dental hospital tu, jumpe la Madihah. Die pun pakai payung, tapi payung die dah tutup. Try tutup payung sendiri tak reti. Daripada kat dental school try tutup sampai la dekat reception tuh, tak berjaye2 lagi. Nasib baik ade Madihah, die pon try tutup dan berjaye.

3. Alhamdulillah, akhirnye, terhantar jugak patient study tu. So pegi la lecture. Ade gap between lecture tuh ngan next lecture. By the time nak pegi the other lecture tu, baru la perasan payung tuh dah takde. Was positively sure I left it kat dalam toilet, betul2 dekat sink depan cermin tu.

4. So habes je lecture tuh pegi la toilet tuh, takde. Then pegi cek kat semue tempat I could have possibly gone during the gap. Pon takde.

Jadi kesimpulannya, payung dah hilang! Huhu, sedihnye. Sure payung tu merajuk sebab tuan die tak reti gune die. Sori payungku, I wish I'd read the instructions. Mane la awak skarang ye...

Itu je. Just my grief at the lost of my payung =(