A poignant picture

I was in a complete shock while browsing thru Utusan Online today. The picture of a solemn and grave 8 childrens makes me feel so heartbreaking. A poignant picture which tells a hundred sad stories in the last of week of Ramadhan makes me wonder how many of them in Malaysia.
It makes me so mad; I mean where all this Jabatan Masyarakat, this Zakat management, does they know their job. Obviously, there a millions of bucks sitting in the bank untouched. This is the right time for us to donate and help to ease their burden. Why the media still need to highlight their stories in order to get a bowl of rice.

It is truly a big responsibility for the Zakat board to really reach out to the needy person instead of the media people who actually manage to find one, an amanah which is inevitable. Yes, I can donate, like most of Malaysians, we have no qualms at all to give out alms but then we also pay zakat, and hoping that our money will be used for a good cause.

May allah bless these siblings in Yan, Kedah.

raya...perhaps

How time flies, its already the 24th of September. Counting days for Aidil Fitri. Looking back what I’ve done so far to celebrate Ramadhan, what a shame. Spend most of my nights doing non stop assignments. Yeah, what a lame excuse.

I don’t feel like to welcome Hari Raya. Even I could not embrace the atmosphere. Maybe it’s because my grandma is no longer with us, the celebration seems like missing something. Same goes to my mom and all the aunts. They’re even yet decided on the menu. Well, this year we’ve decided to go back to Johor Bahru and perhaps have a one day trip to Singapore.

Last Saturday, I spent my day in two shopping complexes, the notable Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman and KLCC. Since it yet the pay day, the famous long road in Masjid India is almost empty. I’m rather sad to find that there is not many options in KLCC for me to buy one. It is almost like they dump all the ugly, old fashion, crime-in fashion in one go. Well, it’s blessing in disguise, now that I need to save a lot of money.

In the end, I bought nothing, yes, what an achievement.

Puasa Mode

This puasa, sad to tell, I haven’t yet doing the terawih in masjid. Yes, I did it at home, but surely couldn’t compare the feeling of jemaah. My night is usually occupied with classes, exams and assignments. Since we’re nearer to the end of the semester, I’m so glued with my final assignments. Sorry Ika and Diyana (cousin cum negihbours) for not able in praying together this year.

Time flies fast. By this Raya, I’m already facing my final exam. I just couldn’t believe that one semester is nearly gone.

Maturity comes along this Ramadhan. I no longer spent my time lepaking at stall, chit chatting non stop or breaking the fast with friends. I prefer to do it at home, with the comfort of my family. Immediately after my class, I sprinted back to home and have a good rest till the next working day. But still, I’ve said yes to my old schoolmate in Ampang for us to gather in one fine day. It has definitely become a must-do activity for us, but no complains here, as this is the right time in strengthening our ukhuwah.

And to makes things better, I didn’t go for shopping like previous years. I’ve decided to spend less on clothes, and start getting serious in buying a home. Now I’ve earned more, I think I could ask for a bigger bank loan to have my dream home.

Em, well we’ll see after a few months, wish I can steadfast in my new resolution (even I couldn’t believe myself when anything associating with shopping).

Happy Ramadhan

Puasa has come…and as usual ive listed down all the wish list during Ramadhan in order to become a better muslimah. The list is quite long but it is seems hard to fulfill it, don’t know why as we know the Satan is not nearby. Maybe I’m a Satan myself that the Satan doesn’t need to waste their time on me anymore. Or perhaps the Satan needs little effort to nudge me into a wrong doings, just send the lowest rank army to be with me. As I remember my ustaz back in school, always mentioned that an Ulama needs a General Satan to force them into the dark side, unlike us.

Break the fast with my fellow classmate is indeed a wholesome experience. It was as if like we’re far from our family, living in a hostel. We share foods together, but by the time we got back to class, the mood was so somber. It is tiring, rush from the office and straight to the faculty then proceed with class until 9pm. By the time I reach home, bed is the first thing I jump into, and in sleep mode till sahur. Somehow, Nelly, my best friend told me to take it easy, it will be a laughing matters later on. She has done this for two Ramadhan, breaking fast during class, and yet she’s still alive. I really don’t know how she manages all this.

My alter ego, Sarah asks for a date for us, Farah and Nelly to break the fast together. We decided to have it on this Friday, but things didn’t work out as plan. I’ve just found out that I’ve a mid term exam on this Saturday, sigh, exam during fasting month is never a happy affairs for me. Sorry girls, lets do it later.

Anyway, Happy Ramadhan to all. May Allah bless us all.

"makan-makan"

Yesterday, my department organized a ‘makan-makan’. Steamboat is the main menu. Everyone took part by bringing foods. Kak Nor, our main chef of the floor has listed down all the menu to bring in as it can avoid people bringing the same food. Mine is vege balls. Apart from that, desserts are scrumptious. We have plenty of desserts start with pudding caramel and end it with chocolate ice cream. I’ve felt bloated afterwards.

Now with all the cutting budget season, pot luck seems to be a great idea, we save a lot. I’ve seen from time to time, other department has their share of pot luck too. For instance the Level 1, since they have larger members, they could afford to have Secret Recipes cakes every month, celebrating birthday and all. How I envy them. Sometimes, I sneak to Level 1, hoping that by passing them, they might invite me to take sample some of the cakes…what a cheapskate.

Dream Guy

Who is your dream guy? Every girl has a certain list what to expect from a guy. Well, it goes from Brad Pitt to a Ferrari. Be it physical and material. The remarks given can be very peculiar and downright funny at times. The others will quip “ Oh, he must be an adventurous type of person, rock climbing stud” or it can be “He must ever willing to do the laundry, as I hate anything to do with washing machine, soap, and bundle of smelly clothes”

The reason of liking someone can be unexpected too. Like “He loves to carry my handbag plus all my shopping bags” or “We both love to buy small teacups, lots of it”

Believe me, all above is true. It happens to a normal couple. Nothing abnormal about them at all. I’ve checked. From my own perspective, I look for a guy who can makes me smile, dreamy and makes my heart flutter the moment I see him even from far.

It might sound cliché but love can do wonders. Does it ever occur to you why you friend insist to marry someone that you cannot stand off? Or perhaps you keep wondering what does he sees in her? It does to everyone, I guess. A gorgeous, drop dead beautiful girl can hold hand with a not-so-handsome grungy guy, and our brain thinking what does he has to have her in his arms.

A male friend once confided in me, he has a thing for this girl for quite sometime, but this girl is not within his reach at all. She has everything, but he has none. I asked him to go and grab that girl before someone else does, if not he will end up with ‘what if’ hundredth times all over.

It turns out that the dream girl falls for him. The ‘super’ girl turns out doesn’t need anything else except his sincerity. And that’s all he can offer.

A sweet love story indeed. Definitely could not compare the “Taj Mahal” one, but it is just a normal love story of someone that we know in our life.

Well, when friends asked what I see in him, my answer would be “I don’t know, it just merely kuch kuch hota hai” :-)

Rock It Baby!

I've read from the paper telling that there is a sequel for School of Rock. Yeah! Couln't wait to watch it. All time favourite, an original master piece. Ok,stop it there, it is not that 'master' of all film but it is downright funny.

I love Jack Black. A flamboyant and hyperactive character that he potrayed in the film is so inspirational, thinking perhaps later on we might have this kind of funny teacher in the Malaysia education scene, yeah,what a dream.

And dont forget a 'tight lady in old traditional principal uniform' played by Joan Cusack, she is so funny without actually trying to be one. I think that needs a real talent.

Suddenly, i become a favourite fan of rock. Thanx to the movie. No,just kidding. But seriously, it opens me to a different genre of music, as i always thought that rock music is nothing else but just a bunch of sreaming hooligans without a proper lyrics.

Hope for the best for the next School of Rock.