They say destiny is a funny thing. The one you expect to be somebody today could end up to be someone else tomorrow. And for every choice that lead them toward that destiny, the only thing that I can do is happy and praying for them. Hehehehe. Well. Future is never ours.
Aaahhh.. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri ! It is not that late right? Hee. Well. This Aidilfitri I did things that I should have before. Visit families and friends. The old friends and the long lost family members with a smiling heart.
Our little girl who growing fast now, Qaseh.
We all end up to be here one day. Soil will be home for good or bad. It's time to reap what they sow. Hi Tok Ayah.You were gone when mama was a young girl in your sujud. Do you know me?
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri !
Semester 7 start now. The last semester before the clinical year. Please be focus Fatihah Anisah.
P/S= What can I ask more when You gave me the best. Families, friends and even the air that I breath. Thank you my Lord.
Ramadhan is coming. It is a week away. Last year, I was so eager to go home. Hee. This year I must faced the exam first, wait for the result, take it again (if I failed the first) and then thinking about home. Sigh. If you know how much my heart longing for home right now. *Crying*
Hee. Can't wait for Ramadhan and this time, it is in Jakarta for quite a whole month *Kasihan mak I mesti rindu*. Hukhuk. I want to go home..
Oh. I miss my three nieces (Ye, keluarga saya, keluarga perempuan). They must grown so much right now, asking a lot of questions, quarrel with everyone especially my mother and be as sweet as they are.
Hi ! I am Qaseh. ^^
P/S= Ramadhan, for everything within you, I can't wait for you to come. Even this time, it is quite different but it is ok. It's always going to be ok. Right? *Smile*
Holiday is about to end. *Crying*. Like usual, I don't want holiday to end.
Now, I am 22 (not officially yet) but ever since I was a kid, things that my siblings and I cannot resist about my mother is her ability to tell a story. Well, maybe not an ability, an efforts. I grew up listening to her story. Not the one in the books, but the one that she made it up herself. When she told a story everyone listened even my father. And of course I pretended like I did not *I am a big girl ok*. I thought it just me who pretend, but later on I realized that even my lil sister did that. Hahaha. My time passed, my sibling's time passed. Now, the story time is for her grandchilds. But, I still listened and participated just like before but this time, silently.
Sigh. I don't want to go back to Jakarta.
P/S= For those who getting married. Hikhikhik. We often saw in the movies or dramas that a happy ending always ended with marriage. Well, in real life it's not. In real life, marriage is only a beginning and the ending, we never know. But we can hope and pray for a happy ending which is Jannah, InshaAllah. So, congratulations ! Hikhikhik..
Why oh why everyone is talking about marriage? Even my neighbors who came by. *Tepuk dahi*.
Hi ! So many things to share but so not know how to write. Practically, I am on my semester 5 break. Hee.
I would love to shared about Alya, when she started to learn to perform solat. She's six and my sister said, she already learned the bacaan at school and when she homed, they will performed solat berjemaah together (Alya's parents, Alya and Aimi). Then, one day, when she came to my house, my sister brought together her telekung in case anyone in the house would love to solat with her. Of course, no one would answered no for that.
And she chose me. *She is so fond of me, hikhikhik*. And that day, we performed solat maghrib together and after that I checked her bacaan and the moment when to recite it until the Isya'. Again, solat Isya' we are berjemaah. Then, in the middle of our solat, she's started to cry. I mean she did cry hard. I was so wondering why she's crying. And after that, I asked her why did she cried? Her answered was 'Alya tak reti solat'. I hugged her and told her to doa to Allah so that one day, she will know how to solat.
Truthfully, I was so shocked when she cried and she told me that because she don't know to perform solat. First time in mind was "Ya Allah, murni dan innocentnya hati seorang budak ini". And I am so glad when other people chose not to solat, she (Alya) chose to cry because she don't know how to solat.
And I, so much in love to see, how she is so eager when I asked her to learn to perform solat, just like how I am so eager to teach her. I am not good, but I am trying to be good and I hope to the one that I love, at least, I can be good enough.
So, Alya, chaiyok-chaiyok ! Maktam always at your back ok. Hehehehe.
P/s= Well. Alya, from the bottom of my heart, I want to be your maktam not only in this dunia but also hereafter. So, my dear, don't ever give up.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I m not that late right. Hee. This raya, I spent like 70% at home. Since I have no kampung *my kampung is my house*, we spent it by waiting for others to come to this little-not-so-kampung. This time, the raya was celebrated so moderately. We still have ketupat, rendang ayam, serunding, lemang, kuih raya, kerepek, nasi tomato, nasi laguni, daging masak hitam, dan ayam sambal, of course. Hee.
I don't really remember when was the last time I m riding a motor with my father. Of course, I m at the back. Last night, when we did, it's reminds me of the old days. The day when my father sent me to school, still the same motor for the past of 13 years, the same 40 km/h speed or even slower, the same man and the same girl. Just in the different year and no more kain biru sekolah. Hee.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitiri. Maaf Zahir Dan Batin. *Ye, saya memang anak bapak*
This is a conversation is in between maktam and Aliya. Oh. This conversation only restricted for those under the age of 6. For those who above 6 please don't get the 'Sigh'.
I think the hardest thing in my life so far is that I m trying/learning to be a doctor. The learning process is undeniable a challenge that you must face, then when I give it a thought, it wasn't just the process, but also the responsibility that you hold when somebody's life is in your hand.
This early morning, I never thought that I would be thinking like this, not until my father told me something that scared me the most. When he was younger, he was admitted to hospital. There was a little boy who was talking and laughing happily with his friends right in front of my father's bed. Then, a MO (Medical Officer) came and gave him (the boy) a medication. Right after the medication injection, the boy was unconscious. There were doctors running back and forth to save the boy but he ended died.
The way my father described it, if only the MO didn't come to give the injection because the boy was laughing with his friends so happily..
That scared me. How somebody put their life in your hand and you end up fail. It is ok for you to fail but to the one that betting for life and death, it wasn't a game.
I believe that MO really did his best to improve the boy condition but the unexpected thing did happen. I don't know what was wrong actually because my father did not know either. Hee.
And I was thinking, if the boy was alive maybe he will a father or even a grandfather just like my father is.
P/S= You know, you can feel it when someone who is very dear to you are leaving. It's called a hunch.
Believe it or not, we are halved of the Ramadhan already. So fast. I hope Ramadhan will last longer.
This is my first sleepless night at home. I don't know the reason why I can't sleep but I hope it can be an opportunity.
Well, at least I have the time to search for all the cake recipes. Hee. Since I m begging my mother to replace her broken oven for a year now, finally, she agreed ! So, she promised me a new oven on Friday on our groceries shopping. Hohohoho.
Excited? Very much. Carrot cake or chocolate cake? Hmmm... Why don't both? *Wink*
It's been awhile. Hee. I m home ! These few days, I found my father is so sweet, he want me to go to Pasar Tani with him every day (nak dating dengan I la tu) because before this, he never asked anyone to go to Pasar Tani with him. Hee. Then, my mother before tarawith, she'll be sitting at the back of the car (takut batal wuduk kalau melawak dengan ayah saya) but after tarawith she used her power to order me to sit at the back. Sigh.
Oh. My sister's boyfriend got back in Kedah and my sister is so eager to introduce me to her boyfriend's friend. She said he is so handsome. =P
Whatever it is. I m home. Sound and safe. Happy and healthy. It's good to be home. It's sad to leave my friends back in Jakarta. Hee.
Sometime we wish we are the other person, the person who's better than we are now. And sometime we changed not because we want to, but because we want the others to see us, the way we want them to. I know that feeling, because I felt it.
When I was younger, I wished I be whatever I saw on the TV. One day, I watched a drama about lawyer and I want to be it. Then, the other day, I watched the police's drama, I hope I can be that too. Because they were totally cool and gorgeous. From the stage where I stand, being cool it all enough for me to be a better me. Isn't it? Cool? Gorgeous? I doubt it now.
For me now, being better is enough with be yourself who were learning from the mistakes that you did. Once you overcome it, you are better than yesterday. Yesterday and today will never be same anymore.
Oh. The things about we changed just because we want the others to see us, the way we want them too. It's tiring. Because human just wouldn't get enough. Being the other is tiring, being me is the best.
Why I would even talk about this? Haish. Trust me. This all about the movies I watched all this time. Don't ask me any. Because I didn't remember the name. But I remembered the thing that I learned....
Mengapa cari redha manusia padahal redha Tuhan itu lebih indah.
I told you before that I have become the 'Kaki TV' and the 'Kaki Buku'. I've stopped reading anything these days but I keep the TV one. Well, I watched the Gelanggang Raja Lawak, it's not that funny but it's quite entertaining. I found Zizan is so funny and Johan is quite crazy. Hee.
Recently, my mother brought us to her kampung in Penang just right after we took my lil sister from her matrix. It's been like years since I m not there.Whenever we passed any schools that my mother used to study, she will tell us a story about her school's life. The story that she told, we heard it like a hundred times. But it's ok since we have not hear it for a long time.
It's weird to imagine my mother in her younger age, when I always see her as she is now. It's weird too to know that she is almost in her 50's but she still remembered what happened to her and her kampung for almost 30 years ago. Long term memories.
Then, we left her kampung with my parents fight over the direction. They always do that. Sigh.
I guess one day when I am at my mother's age now, I will do the same. Not the fighting over the direction, but the reminiscing the old days.
Oh. Tonight is the first episode for CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) for season 11. And Justin Bieber will be in this episode.
P/S= I've stopped believing in magic when I knew that magic came with a lie and demons.
It's been like a week since I am homed. I m glad I m back but I think I could die because of the boredom. Haish. Masalah-masalah.
My house have no internet because of the TM's cable always missing due to some technical irresponsible human who stole the cable. Because of the frequency of missing was very high, my parents made a decision to just cut it out. So, officially, no internet at home. What did I do? I became the 'Kaki TV' and 'Kaki Buku'. ^^
Oh. Since the Piala Suzuki tournament, I be the 'Kaki Bola' too. Since when I am a fan of football? I don't know too. Oh. Lately, Malaysia vs Pakistan for Olimpik Game, my mother made a joke, she said 'Malam ini kedai carpet tak laku, orang Pakistan jual carpet tutup kedai sebab tengok bola'. Mama mama.
Tonight, Kedah vs Kelantan. Should I choose Kedah or I betrayed my state for the sake of Khairul Fahmi Che Mat? Ahhh. Since when I am so fancy of him? Ok. Fatihah Anisah in the confusion state.
P/S= Why bother when people say NO when you could prove to them that NO can turn into YES? Nothing impossible unless you say it.
P/S/S= How do I get the internet? My sister's house. Haish. Sedapnya bau nasi ayam ini. =P
Saya rasa saya perlu balik Malaysia secepat mungkin. Takut tak sempat makan burger prosperity nanti. Hmmm. Masih sempat ke ini? Ok ok. InsyaAllah sempat.
Saya rasa benda pertama saya sampai Malaysia nanti, saya akan ajak bapak saya makan MacD. Well. Homecoming treat. Hohohoho.
P/S=You know what, the view of Penang from the sky is the most beautiful scenery I ever seen so far. Maybe because it's called home.
I can't wait to be homed. Seriously, I can't wait. I keep on counting days. I keep on checking on the flight ticket. I keep on calling my parents and I keep on having my family in my head. I want to be homed.
These days, everything happened around me, always reminded me of my hometown. Example, when I walked to the FK, I can't stop myself from comparing my hometown's traffic with Jakarta's. "In Kedah, there will never be this jammed, how I wished I could be there now". This thought keep on banging in my head for the rest of the week. I m seriously homesick right now.
I also read all my posts that I wrote back in Malaysia. I know. I know. I am a pathetic girl. The reasons why I read all those posts are because the posts always gave me the same feeling when I wrote them back then.
Just like when I read my first post of the first time be in Malaysia after almost 8 months and my first aidilftri without my family, I can't stop myself to be back on my mother's brown couch, there was a window just right beside me. My mother's yellow curtain, gave me a silhouette image of pigeon's cage outside of the window. It was in the evening, that sitting-room was glowing with its yellowness that came from the curtain and the paint on the wall.
Yes. My mum's house is yellow *Lie*. Especially, the sitting room *True*. If that, is what you are been thinking.
Sigh. I need to go home. Now, what I need to do is just wait.
Hai Blog. Saya dah pulang ke Malaysia! Best kan? Hehehehe. Sangat! Hari ini buka puasa, mak saya masak kuih muih. Selalunya bukan main lagi suruh bapak saya beli kat bazaar Ramadhan. Bila saya tanya kenapa tetiba masak kuih sendiri, beliau jawab kuih beli tak sedap. Hmm. Pelik. Tak apalah. Sedap juga kuih Cara rasa lempeng itu. Hee. ^^
Puasa tahun ini, nampaknya semua orang sedikit busy. Well. Rumah hanya ada 4 orang. Tapi yang paling saya tak faham sekali, setiap kali berbuka saja makanan yang dimasak mesti untuk orang yang lagaknya seperti 10 orang. Tak kiralah samada saya yang masak ataupun mak saya yang masak. Haish. Bazir! Tuhan tak suka.
Oh. Lupa pula. Dua tiga menjak ini internet macam memang rasa suka hati dia saja nak tambah dosa orang yang sedang berpuasa dengan adegan-adegan manja-manja suka suki yang kadang kadang cute tapi nak kena lempang. Tolonglah jangan buat macam ini lagi. Pleaseee....
Rasa rasanya hari ini perkara yang paling mengeramkan adalah bila ada seorang wanita meow yang entah dari mana menceroboh masuk ke dapur hampir-hampir menculik ikan masin mak saya. Bukan itu saja, bersuka ria benor awak tolong selerakkan tong sampah saya. Awak tahu tak saya yang kena bersihkan? Hish. Kalau saya jumpa awak lagi wahai si wanita saya marah awak sampai awak nangis!
Oklah. Sekian terima kasih.
P/s= Kan best kalau dapat menyusur sungai yang menjadi saksi kepada kisah Nabi Musa dan Asiyah... Sungai Nil.
P/s lagi= Kuih tadi sedap! Walaupun sedikit hitam.
Dah lama tidak update blog. Hee. Cuti sangat best. Rumah sangat best. Jalan-jalan dengan family sangat best. Ahh... Lee Chong Wei menang All England. Gila terer nak mampos. Jeles-jeles. Eh.. Mengapakah? Salah-salah. Bangga-bangga. Hee..
Aku ingat lagi masa kecil-kecil, aku suka sangat tengok Lee Chong Wei main. Dengan siapa je dia tidak lawan? Lin Dan? Taufik Hidayat? Semuanya sudah. Hee. Aku tengok dari Taufik Hidayat itu bujang sampai dah ada anak sekarang ni. Dari Chong Wei itu pemain biasa sampai jadi Datuk. Mereka saja yang aku selalu dengar bermain. Paling-paling yang muda pun Koo Kien Keat dengan Tan Boon Heong. Team beregu Malaysia. Mungkin ada yang lain kot, tetapi aku tidak tahu. Almaklumlah katak di bawah tempurung. Oh.. Saya sudah membebel. Hee.. Maaf..
Sebenarnya, dari dulu sampai sekarang. Aku. Hee. Aku. Hee. Aku. Hee. Aku. Hee. Sangat teringin nak berlawan badminton dengan Lee Chong Wei. Hee. Perasan terer. Hahaha. Padahal main macam itik. Aku saja nak tengok betulkah beliau itu sangat terer.. Adoi Fatihah Anisah. Obviously la dia terer sebab boleh menang All England. Tapi tetap teringin. Okeh. Satu lagi target dalam hidup aku, lawan main badminton dengan Lee Chong Wei. Hee. Fatihah VS Lee Chong Wei. Target yang poyos..
Bukan senang nak senang. Aku percaya ini bukan satu perjalanan yang mudah bagi Datuk Lee Chong Wei. Tahniah dan terima kasih.
Post pertama aku di bumi Malaysia selepas 7 bulan. Owh. Sangat lama dan sangat rindu. Rumah dah lain, makin kuning. Semakin ceria. Tv dah bertambah banyak. Adik aku pun dah bertambah, bertambah berat. MasyaAllah, gemuk gila. Kalau letak gorilla di sebelah dia, sumpah aku rasa dia sama besar dengan gorilla tersebut. Hahaha. Farah gemuk! Fine... Gorila memang agak melampau. Ayah macam biasa, tapi rambut putih dah bertambah. Hamster sangat dan sangat dan sangat gemuk. Gemuk dan gemuk. Ya Allah gemuk gila hamster itu. Aku dah tampar-tampar dah hamster itu, siapa suruh sangat gemuk. Mama maintain. Orang lain pun maintain..
Hari ini hari pertama aku duduk rumah. Rasa lain macam sikit sebab dengar iklan tv cakap melayu. Selalunya cakap bahasa Indonesia. Owh. Rumah memang best.
Ah... Teringat flight semalam. Sampai LCCT pukul 4 lebih-lebih petang. Kemudian, pergi solat, tengok jam dah pukul 5. Beratur di ATM, sangat panjang, ramai orang miskin seperti aku atau ramai orang baru balik dari Jakarta, tengok jam dah pukul 5.25. Duduk kejap, konon mahu tukar simcard dan segala macam, secara tidak sengaja membuka buku catatan tentang info flight aku, ada 3 jenis flight, Jakarta-KL, KL-Alor Star, Penang-Jakarta. Oleh sebab dah tidak sengaja buka buku catatan itu, dengan niat baik tengok jam flight KL-Alor Star, pukul 6.05 pm. Jam di tangan tunjuk pukul 5.30. Ok.. Fatihah Anisah binti Mukhtar memang bongok. Itulah kata-kata aku sepanjang aku berlari-lari satu LCCT mencari-cari domestic departure.
Sudah sampai di domestic departure, kaunter yang tulis ke Alor Star dah tiada, dengan keadaan yang tercungap-cungap bertanya pada orang di kaunter ke Kuching, apa yang patut di lakukan sekarang, dia cakap pergi customer service. Berlari lagi aku dengan pelbagai luggage yang sangat banyak ke customer service. Kena lecture dengan penjaga kaunter sebab lambat, si dia bagi boarding pass tapi luggage tidak di benarkan masuk kerana kargo sudah tutup, jam di tangan menunjukkan pukul 5.45. Sekali lagi, Fatihah Anisah memang bongok.
Orang di kaunter customer service suruh aku hantar luggage guna kargo, berlari-lari lagi cari kargo tetapi malangnya Fatihah Anisah yang bongok tidak jumpa, cuma jumpa tempat letak simpan barang. Then, aku dengan rasa macam nak menangisnya simpanlah luggage aku di situ, jam dah menunjuk pukul 5.55. Belari-lari lagi cari pintu berlepas, jumpa, duduk 2 minit terus pintu buka. Aku serius dan serius rasa nak menangis sebab tinggal luggage aku. Masuk flight, cari tempat duduk, menangis tidak tahu malu. Mat salleh kat sebelah dah pandang pelik.
Luggage itu ada barang-barang aku beli untuk mereka di Malaysia. Sangat terkilan, sebab memang excited mahu bagi kepada mereka. Adoi. Saya Fatihah Anisah sangat terkilan dengan kebongokan saya sendiri. Sekali lagi, Fatihah Anisah sangat dan sangat bongok.
Teringat peristiwa ini memang membuatkan aku mahu menangis. Haish...
p/s= Rumah sangat best. Sekarang sudah ada 3 ekor burung, 5 ekor ikan, 5 ekor hamster gemuk, dan 1 kucing yang perasan diri dia comel. Ayah... Arnab bila pula?
We all end up to be here one day. Soil will be home for good or bad. It's time to reap what they sow. Hi Tok Ayah.You were gone when mama was a young girl in your sujud. Do you know me?
We all end up to be here one day. Soil will be home for good or bad. It's time to reap what they sow. Hi Tok Ayah.You were gone when mama was a young girl in your sujud. Do you know me?
