At a certain age,we learn to pick-up our parents habit of doing things. Maybe it's the way they walk. Or talk. Or in my case,the way they think.
At the age of 6,my mother tried to bring out the artistic vibe in me by sending me to ballet classes,piano classes and even arts & craft classes. I really didn't know what was her purpose of sending me to each on of those class but she definitely brought out the creativity in me. As I grow,my creativity begins to explore new things such as-reading,writing..or blogging. I find beauty in language and how one can tell so much or express so much through words (if and only if they are well written). I am no Kurt Vonnegut or E. Hemingway but I find beauty in expressing through words. I picked up the reading habit from my dad. He has his own collection at a corner of the living room. He reads biographies and self-motivational books,mostly. I started reading teen fiction (they always say,baby steps) and then later on,I moved on to non-fiction stories before I land myself at my dad's level of interest in books. I still enjoy reading fiction books nonetheless.Just so I could escape the real world for a few minutes.
I also enjoy math questions a lot. I've always looked up to my dad when it comes to reading and math. I guess the 4 of us sort of got that (bad?) habit from him,I guess. I like Physics too. The only thing that I can't contemplate is Chemistry (God forbid I shall see it ever again after my Fall semester). I like how I know the exact reason as to how natural phenomena happens around me. How weight is influenced by gravity or how there an opposing force causes resistance towards something that moves.
It's little habits such as this,that influenced me to read and write more. To be passionate in whatever it is that I'm doing.
My parents did not only squeezed my right brain but also my left brain (the left brain is for creativity,I think). I am torn apart between Journalism and Aerospace & Mechanical Engineering.
Mom told me I should just take double major. But I might just end up bald before I even graduate (God forbid it should really happen in real life). Even dad said it won't be that hard. What people lack of is just determination. I'm not sure whether my determination is/will be constant.
We shall see how it goes.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Thank You.
The phrase "Setiap yang bernyawa pasti akan kembali ke Rahmatullah" scares me. I've lost 2 people that were so close to me. I can't imagine children who are fatherless or motherless. I am blessed that I still have both parents to turn to today. I still get to listen to their voice even though we're a thousand miles away. Never in my life have I thought that everything is temporary. Only up till today,that I realized,that everything in life is never long-lasting. Somehow everything has an end to it. It is just a matter of where and when. We never take time to look back at the things that were taken from and given to us. We never take time to say "Thank you" for all the opportunities that were handed to us. All we do is blame Him,blame each other for all the things that happened without knowing that everything that happened before,only opens more doors to new and undiscovered things.
Kak Farida (my housemate) told me a true story that brought me to tears this morning. She knew that I had just lost someone who meant so much in my life. So she told me her story about how she was there during the passing of her late grandmother. How they helped their grandmother to sit on the wheelchair when she had request to be put near the window. As she was looking out through the window,she called both Kak Farida and Kak Farida's sister because she saw and heard someone giving the salaam. Kak Farida said she looked through the window and saw no one. She tried to reassure this again with her grandmother whether she really saw someone. Her grandmother told her repeatedly the same thing,"Ada orang bagi salaam". Turned out,it was Malaikat Maut calling (Only Allah knows what is hidden).Right after that her grandmother fell from the wheelchair as she looked up to the sky. I was actually confused as the story went on. Only then Kak Farida told me that "Pintu langit dibuka dan hanya orang yang akan pergi je yang tahu". Quickly after that,their grandmother asked Kak Farida's sister to bath her and so she did.
Kak Farida's story reminded me that,she had had the opportunity to be there for her grandmother just like how I was there before the passing of my late grandfather (father's side) and how my mother was there for her father who recently just passed away. We give little thanks to the opportunities of knowing such loving people in our lives before they left us. We give little thanks to God for letting us be part of such wonderful people.
I may have not been there on the day that both my grandfathers passed away but I never regret the times that I have spent with them and I can only thank Him so much for blessing me with two of the most wonderful and joyous people in my life. I pray that He can love both of them as much as they loved us all dearly.
Not many had had the opportunity that was given to me. I was able to perform Umrah with my late Atok before he left us all. I was there to push his wheelchair so we could both go perform our Umrah. I was there to whisper in his ears all the Surahs in the Holy Qoran and to remind him to say his Du'a. I was there to put his clothes on for him. I was there to get food for both my grandparents while we were in Makkah and Madinah. And I don't regret any time that I had spent with him and I feel blessed that among everyone,I was given such opportunity to be with him at that time.
My mother told me she didn't feel remorse about my late Tok Ayah because before he left,she was there to take his wudu' for him and had guided him to perform the Salaat Zuhr before he left us all that evening. My mother told me he had whispered in my mother's ears "Hati kena baik,Rose" at the hospital while she was reading the Qoran for him to listen.
In the end,we will also be joining them. Our parents will be joining them. So we should feel blessed and to always remind ourselves to say "Thank you" more often for the opportunities whatever it may be before we leave for good to meet our Creator.
Salam Ramadhan Qareem.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Bismillahirahmanirahim
Because no matter how a family breaks apart,it always find its way back to each other. No matter how. I woke up with a shocking news that my grandpa left us all to meet our Creator. I was shocked. I was angry at first but it was no use. He left us all. Left his wife. Left his 6 kids. Left 6-in laws. Left 21 grandkids. Because it was time. I,for one,like to think that he is in a much safer place than where we are. It got me awestruck that He took him away on this Holy Month (Ramadhan) and on a Friday evening. Alhamdulillah. People say the best time to leave life is on a Friday,Subh (break of dawn) or in the evening.In his case,I guess it was extra special because he left us all on the 3rd day of the Holy Month which is on a Friday evening around 5.50pm.
It got me thinking "What has he done for as long as he lived to be deserving of such benediction?"
And then slowly,it got me thinking. The answer.
Throughout his whole life,Allahyarham was a kind-hearted man towards other people. When he gives,he gives it sincerely without expecting anything in return. He helped a lot of people,even those who stabbed him many a time. He knew when someone was fishy or wasn't sincere but when that person asked for help,he obliged to help. Like I said,Allahyarham never expect anything in return.
Being the Chief Minister of Melaka for 3 years,he had a lot of duties to fulfill. For as long as I knew him,he was never a man of bribery. He kept it clean throughout his political years. When people tell me "all" politicians are dirty,I tend to get mad because I know one personal politician who does not play by dirty political rules. He was sincere in his job. Whatever that was left in his hands,he kept it for the benefit of the state and not for himself.
My grandpa was a stern man who follows the rules and principals he created in his life. He never believed in any other thing except that Allah SWT is his Creator. He only believed in Him. Allahyarham never believed in any other type of things besides Allah SWT. He taught me that whenever I loose my patience,always read "Innamaa sobirin". He taught my mother to put our only faith in Him and everything else will be OK.
I remember all the small details he has done in my life. The little things he did were once big impact in a 11 year old's life. When I lived with him,he would be there to take me home from school. Waiting in front of the gates of the school for my siblings and I. Just like my parents,he never says NO to anything his grandkids wanted. I remember him taking my cousins and I to the bookstore once. He told us to get anything we wanted. I think at that time the family was just little so we had only 6-8 cousins. We took thick stacks of books and he never complained about wanting to pay. I remember the whole family living in one house when he was Chief Minister. We called it "Rumah Sri Bendahara" and I remember having breakfast with him at the main table before he shoot off to work. I remember the smile he has on his face whenever the family get together for an occasion or a simple family getaway. You could tell that he loves his family dearly and sincerely.
He taught my mother,that my mother later on passed to me,how to save.
"Ada RM1.00,belanja 70 sen,simpan 30 sen,senanglah seumur hidup"
"Ada RM1.00,belanja RM1.00,boleh hidup tapi susah"
"Ada RM1.00,belanja lebih dari RM1.00,papa kedana lah hidup"
My mother always followed his advice. I remember how he believed in my father when no one else did. He accepted his in-laws with open arms. Never once,have I heard him complained about any of his in-laws. I don't know about others but he certainly never said anything in front of my family about other in-laws. He opened everyone into his home with welcome arms but he keeps his distance at the same time. He knows when someone is sincere or not. Somehow he knows and I think that speciality was given to my mother. She knows when someone is fishy. Just like my Tok Ayah.
What saddens me the most is,I couldn't be there to see his face for the last time. To tell him that if it weren't for him,my mother wouldn't have had the strength she had today to keep going in life. To tell him that he was a Godsent to our family. To tell him that we'll miss him once he's gone. To tell him that he has been everything that we needed him to be. To tell him how much we love him.
My Tok Ayah has always been my mother's pillar of strength just like how my parents' are my pillar of strength. It saddens me that she has lost one part of her strength and one part of her happiness.
Where you are now,we hope you're in a much calmer and safer place. I will always keep you in my prayers. You have been and will always be a vital figure in our lives and I only hope that God gives blessing upon you and loves you as much as you loved us all.
Dearly missed,my Tok Ayah.
It got me thinking "What has he done for as long as he lived to be deserving of such benediction?"
And then slowly,it got me thinking. The answer.
Throughout his whole life,Allahyarham was a kind-hearted man towards other people. When he gives,he gives it sincerely without expecting anything in return. He helped a lot of people,even those who stabbed him many a time. He knew when someone was fishy or wasn't sincere but when that person asked for help,he obliged to help. Like I said,Allahyarham never expect anything in return.
Being the Chief Minister of Melaka for 3 years,he had a lot of duties to fulfill. For as long as I knew him,he was never a man of bribery. He kept it clean throughout his political years. When people tell me "all" politicians are dirty,I tend to get mad because I know one personal politician who does not play by dirty political rules. He was sincere in his job. Whatever that was left in his hands,he kept it for the benefit of the state and not for himself.
My grandpa was a stern man who follows the rules and principals he created in his life. He never believed in any other thing except that Allah SWT is his Creator. He only believed in Him. Allahyarham never believed in any other type of things besides Allah SWT. He taught me that whenever I loose my patience,always read "Innamaa sobirin". He taught my mother to put our only faith in Him and everything else will be OK.
I remember all the small details he has done in my life. The little things he did were once big impact in a 11 year old's life. When I lived with him,he would be there to take me home from school. Waiting in front of the gates of the school for my siblings and I. Just like my parents,he never says NO to anything his grandkids wanted. I remember him taking my cousins and I to the bookstore once. He told us to get anything we wanted. I think at that time the family was just little so we had only 6-8 cousins. We took thick stacks of books and he never complained about wanting to pay. I remember the whole family living in one house when he was Chief Minister. We called it "Rumah Sri Bendahara" and I remember having breakfast with him at the main table before he shoot off to work. I remember the smile he has on his face whenever the family get together for an occasion or a simple family getaway. You could tell that he loves his family dearly and sincerely.
He taught my mother,that my mother later on passed to me,how to save.
"Ada RM1.00,belanja 70 sen,simpan 30 sen,senanglah seumur hidup"
"Ada RM1.00,belanja RM1.00,boleh hidup tapi susah"
"Ada RM1.00,belanja lebih dari RM1.00,papa kedana lah hidup"
My mother always followed his advice. I remember how he believed in my father when no one else did. He accepted his in-laws with open arms. Never once,have I heard him complained about any of his in-laws. I don't know about others but he certainly never said anything in front of my family about other in-laws. He opened everyone into his home with welcome arms but he keeps his distance at the same time. He knows when someone is sincere or not. Somehow he knows and I think that speciality was given to my mother. She knows when someone is fishy. Just like my Tok Ayah.
What saddens me the most is,I couldn't be there to see his face for the last time. To tell him that if it weren't for him,my mother wouldn't have had the strength she had today to keep going in life. To tell him that he was a Godsent to our family. To tell him that we'll miss him once he's gone. To tell him that he has been everything that we needed him to be. To tell him how much we love him.
My Tok Ayah has always been my mother's pillar of strength just like how my parents' are my pillar of strength. It saddens me that she has lost one part of her strength and one part of her happiness.
Where you are now,we hope you're in a much calmer and safer place. I will always keep you in my prayers. You have been and will always be a vital figure in our lives and I only hope that God gives blessing upon you and loves you as much as you loved us all.
Dearly missed,my Tok Ayah.
"Setiap yang bernyawa pasti akan kembali ke Rahmatullah"
Al-Fatihah
12.7.2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
2nd June 2013
Again,as any other starting in my blog,it feels like I haven't blogged for ages. I was REALLY busy packing and settling stuffs back at home. I'm still busy tho. Alhamdulillah everything went well. From the day I received my conformation email stating that I'm officially a Mountaineer till the day I reached West Virginia. Everything went smooth. Including the house I'm renting.
It's 1:36 am in the Eastern and Central Timezone line (where West Virginia is). I can't sleep so I decided to blog. I was doing my coursework for Math 126B cause I couldn't sleep. I think it's due to the caffeine that I took from Starbuck's frappucino (some people say caffeine does not not make you sleep and it's a myth but somehow I believe it isn't). Did my quizzes online and scored a perfect score of 100% in all quiz 1,2 and 3. My lab partner keeps telling me how I have the "asian genes" for being so good in math. Not asian genes,I think I love math because I'm such an over-achiever that I want to beat my dad's score for his CGPA in calculus. Maybe the other reason why I love math is because I had an amazing tutor back in high school: Mr Ong. Everything that he taught me is still intact to this brain of mine. Hamdulillah I'm blessed in many ways (not only with good family but a lot of things that I took for granted all these years).
I love love love love love my housemate. She's like a kakak that I've never had before! Currently doing her phD in engineering. I swearrr to God she makes me feel like the dumbest girl in the planet (hhehee kidding) but seriously,a phD in engineering..even I'm struggling to do my bachelor degree in engineering. Sungguh teramatnya pandai sangat sangat (see how much I emphasized in Malay language even though it's illegal. If Puan Ruaida ever saw this,she'll kill me for emphasizing 'too much' hehehe). An amazing photographer as well! Below are all photos that I stole from her Facebook. We went to Red Lobster near (or is it in? I'm not sure) Uni Town Center to celebrate Mama's birthday and my parent's last day in Morgantown! Foooood was amazing *drools*
I had the chance of meeting Nana from China as well. See how that rhymes? Heheehe she's adorable and funny. She works with Kak Farida at the techno lab. Both,doing phD in engineering. I swear I feel like a slacker between the 3 of us..I'm blessed to have met such amazing and kind-hearted people whom I can easily get along with. I'm usually the type of person who doesn't get along with people that easily. I can't wait for our trip to Virginia Beach this weekend once I'm done with my test and and and I'm heading to Washington DC right after my final exam (and on my birthday!)..so excited. America is amazing!
Today was fun as well. Went to Starbucks at Van Voorhis Rd with Abdulilah,my lab partner (from Saudi Arabia) to study for the test. He was kind enough to 'belanja' me lunch at Chili's at Uni Town Center. Funny and nice guy :) got caught up talking about Saudi and the people. I miss Saudi Arabia all of a sudden. Hopefully I get to perform my Umrah again next year. Take a flight to Jeddah most probably for spring break :) and for summer break..Kak Farida planned for Europe getaway which is pretty exciting. I'm still saving money to head to Honolulu,Hawaii for winter break! InsyaAllah.
Heck,I'm blessed with tons of amazing people in my life and many many many chances to live life to the fullest!
Till then..
It's 1:36 am in the Eastern and Central Timezone line (where West Virginia is). I can't sleep so I decided to blog. I was doing my coursework for Math 126B cause I couldn't sleep. I think it's due to the caffeine that I took from Starbuck's frappucino (some people say caffeine does not not make you sleep and it's a myth but somehow I believe it isn't). Did my quizzes online and scored a perfect score of 100% in all quiz 1,2 and 3. My lab partner keeps telling me how I have the "asian genes" for being so good in math. Not asian genes,I think I love math because I'm such an over-achiever that I want to beat my dad's score for his CGPA in calculus. Maybe the other reason why I love math is because I had an amazing tutor back in high school: Mr Ong. Everything that he taught me is still intact to this brain of mine. Hamdulillah I'm blessed in many ways (not only with good family but a lot of things that I took for granted all these years).
I love love love love love my housemate. She's like a kakak that I've never had before! Currently doing her phD in engineering. I swearrr to God she makes me feel like the dumbest girl in the planet (hhehee kidding) but seriously,a phD in engineering..even I'm struggling to do my bachelor degree in engineering. Sungguh teramatnya pandai sangat sangat (see how much I emphasized in Malay language even though it's illegal. If Puan Ruaida ever saw this,she'll kill me for emphasizing 'too much' hehehe). An amazing photographer as well! Below are all photos that I stole from her Facebook. We went to Red Lobster near (or is it in? I'm not sure) Uni Town Center to celebrate Mama's birthday and my parent's last day in Morgantown! Foooood was amazing *drools*
From left: Kak Farida (housemate),mama,ME & Nana
I had the chance of meeting Nana from China as well. See how that rhymes? Heheehe she's adorable and funny. She works with Kak Farida at the techno lab. Both,doing phD in engineering. I swear I feel like a slacker between the 3 of us..I'm blessed to have met such amazing and kind-hearted people whom I can easily get along with. I'm usually the type of person who doesn't get along with people that easily. I can't wait for our trip to Virginia Beach this weekend once I'm done with my test and and and I'm heading to Washington DC right after my final exam (and on my birthday!)..so excited. America is amazing!
Today was fun as well. Went to Starbucks at Van Voorhis Rd with Abdulilah,my lab partner (from Saudi Arabia) to study for the test. He was kind enough to 'belanja' me lunch at Chili's at Uni Town Center. Funny and nice guy :) got caught up talking about Saudi and the people. I miss Saudi Arabia all of a sudden. Hopefully I get to perform my Umrah again next year. Take a flight to Jeddah most probably for spring break :) and for summer break..Kak Farida planned for Europe getaway which is pretty exciting. I'm still saving money to head to Honolulu,Hawaii for winter break! InsyaAllah.
Heck,I'm blessed with tons of amazing people in my life and many many many chances to live life to the fullest!
Till then..
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Hello. It’s 12: 43pm here in Malaysia.
I was lying down on my bed when I woke up to check my phone.
It’s 13th of April. 31 more day till I leave. Funny how time flies
so fast. Fast indeed. Back when I first started blogging, if you’ve been
following my blog, I wrote “6 more month to leave” and “5 more months to leave”
and now it has come down to 31 more days. A month. Scary? I know.
Anyway, that’s not the reason as to why I wanted to write
this post. I recalled an odd memory as I woke up this morning. I recently came
back from Saudi Arabia after performing my Umrah for the 3rd time.
When we were in Mecca, we had no choice but to mix with a lot of people from
around the world. To be honest, it was amazing to witness such unity. As I was
there, at times I had to squeeze in to pray because it was full. There was an
incident where I sat an hour early to find enough space. 10 minutes before the
adhan was heard, a certain lady from a certain race squeezed in for space but
there wasn’t any space left between my mother and I. Being the hot-tempered
woman I am, I was annoyed when she started to push my head and body to squeeze
in. I was telling my mother how rude and smelly she was and that she needed
deodorant and so I pinched my nose to vindicate how smelly she was since she
couldn’t understand English. My mother told me to calm down and recite the
Zikir. But no, I was too pissed to even do anything. After all, I came an hour
early just for that spot and it only took 10 minutes for some idiot to squeeze
in as if she’s small.
The next day, my mother bought tasbihs ( a certain kind of
beaded necklace for us Muslims to recite the Zikir while counting ) and she
distributed it to all those who looked like the lady who squeezed next to me
the day before. As usual, I got annoyed
and I asked my mother “Mama, why are you giving out to this people? They’re
annoying”
She replied me with a simple explanation:
“Anis tahu tak,some of these people come from (a certain
country) and they had to walk all the way from their country because their
country is going through poverty. Some of them do labor work. Imagine having to
walk how many miles just to worship Allah at His House? Would you walk that
far? Tak kesian ke? Look at their feet”
True enough. These people had feet that weren’t as manicured
or pedicured like mine. They had rough soles and some of the skins that were
intact to the feet were damaged. I felt guilty after what I did.
The main point here is, my parents are always teaching me
lessons in life that will help me realize what the world is made of one day. I
may not know what they know now but I do know that they’re the most humble
people I’ve ever known for 17 years.
My parents are a vital figure in my life. Sometimes when I
look at how my friends treat their parents, I feel blessed that I have a
relationship with my parents no other people have (in Malaysia, I guess). When
we speak about being open-minded, some parents can tell their kids “You have to
be open-minded” but they don’t show their kids how to do so. My parents on the
other hand are different. They make me think out of the box. My parents allow me to do things that certain
Malay parents restrict for as long as I don’t go against my religion and that I
know how to take care of myself, it’s fine with them. I’m attached to a string
where my parents learn how to pull and let go. When I was growing up, my
parents made sure that I grew up, where one day, I would tell them “I had the
best childhood”. True enough, I did. I watched videos of us when we were kids
and told my parents they did a remarkable job at handling the four of us and
that they gave us the perfect childhood. Which parent will build a mini farm
just so that the kids could learn how to interact with animals? Which parent
would build swing sets and other gymnastic equipment for the kids? Which parent
would be a sandbox for their kid? (I’m talking about parents in Malaysia, not
elsewhere). Yup, my parents. I was big enough to know the hard work they put
into just to build a swing set that is still intact till now.
Every parent would want the best for their children, no
doubt about that. Who wouldn’t want their children to get straight As or a
scholarship such as Khazanah or Bank Negara? Truth to be told, I would want
such a scholarship myself. The thing with my parents is that they don’t have
this Malay mentality where it works as such: “I’ll send my kid to a local
university and let her work it out on her own”. No, my parents are determined
to deport me to another foreign country (yes, I literally meant deport because
they want to get the hell out of Malaysia. For real) so that I could be
independent and think differently. They’ve always told me to study but never
really forced me to do so because to my mom it’s always “if you want it, you
would do everything in your will to do so”. If I had a problem with my studies,
I would go to them and complain as to why I failed to achieve something and
then they would do something about it. Find me a good teacher or enroll me in a
tuition center where they think will help me.
True enough, I got the best teachers during my SPM year with the help of
my mom. I was shocked to see my results as well. Didn’t expect such a thing
coming from someone who’s lazy as I am. Point is, you should never force a
child to study or beat him/her up just because she got bad grades. Instead,
advise and help them. Encourage them to think BIG. I told my parents I wanted
to take Aerospace Engineering and the were shocked. “Are you sure,Anis?” my mom
would repeat repeatedly, over and over again. I told her I was sure. Certain
parents would think “Mana nak cari kerja dekat Malaysia? Mana ada benda macam
tu. Susah nanti” but not my parents.
My mother’s comment about my major:
“Good. Stay in America, get a PR, work for Boeing and don’t
come back. Instead, I’ll come and live with you”
My parents have and always will be a role model for me in
every aspect of my life; past, present and future. My parents thought me that
there’s no other way to get your kids attention other than support, love and
encouragement. I mean, as a teenager what more do you want from your parents?
My parent’s are a kind where they never tell me they don’t
have any money left. No matter how they struggle to earn money, they’ve never
denied my request. Not a single one. (I’m talking about money wise here). My
siblings and I would always get books that at times, we don’t even use but they
never say NO.
My parent’s comment:
“I struggled to get money for education. I don’t want my
kids to go through the same thing I did”
If you noticed, my family and I tend to travel a lot. My
parents have this habit of checking cheap flights and when they do, they
immediately book it without our concern. When I look back at videos of us all
since we were a kid, my parents were never too strict like certain parents.
They let my siblings and I run free (and believe me, we ran like wild pigs
everywhere) and made tons of noises. I saw how struggling it was to raise 4
little kids who were so annoying back then. People tend to ask them how did
they manage such a thing but their respond was “I don’t know. I love to travel
with my kids”. Through traveling, my parents opened up my mind to a lot of
different things. They didn’t want my siblings and I to focus on what’s
happening in Malaysia but they wanted us to explore something different than
what was offered back at home. From there, my siblings and I learned how to
think BIG and to never settle for less. We started thinking “If my parents can
do this, I can do better than them”.
I’m so blessed. Amidst all this, my parents taught me to
always be humble in life and that everything that we have didn’t come from us.
It came from the big Guy up there. My parents thought me that “you should never
forget Him. After all, He has given everything”.
This post is dedicated to both my parents for all the
struggle they went through just to raise a hot-tempered, materialistic and
one-of-a-kind daughter ;) No matter how annoying I can be, know that my love
towards you both are unconditional and ever lasting.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Recently:
It's been awhile.
So hello,
A lot of things took place previously. It was sort of like this tsunami trying to clear every blurry picutre but a good tsunami,most definitely. SPM results was out. Got a shock of my life when I found out what my result was. To be honest,I knew I was going to score "okay-okay" but really,it was unexpected. All As except for that darn Malay paper. I sort of giggled at the thought of getting a B for Malay. A friend of mine scored the same as well and we sort of laughed about it and called ourselves "mat salleh celup" but true enough,we do have mix blood in us. It's not obvious but we do. Scholarship application was a bit tricky cause the requirement is A- for Malay,the least. But I still applied nonetheless. Gotta play with luck at times you know.
Besides that,I got my first offer from West Virginia University! So I'm officially a Mountaineer now.Classes start during the Summer on May 20 so hopefully it'll be a fun year ahead. My parents and I are still deciding whether to live on-campus or rent a house off-campus. So indecisive. My parents are the ones who are really excited actually. They might be flying off to Alaska for all I know. Just so glad that I've such amazing (and annoying) parents. I'm actually excited and nervous at the same time. Same sh*t that you hear from freshmen. Hopefully it'll be a good year. Ameen.
Secondly,I recently got to know that I was awarded the Blue and Gold Level 2 scholarship from WVU due to my highschool CGPA (Cummulitive Grade Point Average). I took my SAT but it didn't pass the requirement that they needed (I was down to 10 points btw! So close) so it was a bit shocking when the Financial Aid department emailed me stating that I received the scholarship. I'm taking my SAT again so hopefully I'd be able to get the Academic Excellence Level 1 scholarship. Thank God for SPM slip cause I roughly calculated my CGPA and I scored 3.8! Should've been 4.0 but it's okay. It's already an achievement for me.
I just got back from Saudi Arabia again. I can never get bored of going there. 3 years in a row now. It's sad that this might be my last visit before I start uni. But Hj. Baiduri who stays in Makkah told me that the package for Umrah in America is zero therefore chances to get on a flight to Jeddah in the US is 100%. Hopefully. Hopefully.
And I've yet to pass my Section 2 for the JPJ test. I only get to use my "legal" license for a week. I'm leaving on May 15 btw.
And...hopefully mama can send Naili to the US during Christmas so I don't have to be alone or either Colin gets to study there. I'm not even in the US and I already miss my family. How is that possible?
Anyway,gotta live life to the fullest!
xo
So hello,
A lot of things took place previously. It was sort of like this tsunami trying to clear every blurry picutre but a good tsunami,most definitely. SPM results was out. Got a shock of my life when I found out what my result was. To be honest,I knew I was going to score "okay-okay" but really,it was unexpected. All As except for that darn Malay paper. I sort of giggled at the thought of getting a B for Malay. A friend of mine scored the same as well and we sort of laughed about it and called ourselves "mat salleh celup" but true enough,we do have mix blood in us. It's not obvious but we do. Scholarship application was a bit tricky cause the requirement is A- for Malay,the least. But I still applied nonetheless. Gotta play with luck at times you know.
Besides that,I got my first offer from West Virginia University! So I'm officially a Mountaineer now.Classes start during the Summer on May 20 so hopefully it'll be a fun year ahead. My parents and I are still deciding whether to live on-campus or rent a house off-campus. So indecisive. My parents are the ones who are really excited actually. They might be flying off to Alaska for all I know. Just so glad that I've such amazing (and annoying) parents. I'm actually excited and nervous at the same time. Same sh*t that you hear from freshmen. Hopefully it'll be a good year. Ameen.
Secondly,I recently got to know that I was awarded the Blue and Gold Level 2 scholarship from WVU due to my highschool CGPA (Cummulitive Grade Point Average). I took my SAT but it didn't pass the requirement that they needed (I was down to 10 points btw! So close) so it was a bit shocking when the Financial Aid department emailed me stating that I received the scholarship. I'm taking my SAT again so hopefully I'd be able to get the Academic Excellence Level 1 scholarship. Thank God for SPM slip cause I roughly calculated my CGPA and I scored 3.8! Should've been 4.0 but it's okay. It's already an achievement for me.
I just got back from Saudi Arabia again. I can never get bored of going there. 3 years in a row now. It's sad that this might be my last visit before I start uni. But Hj. Baiduri who stays in Makkah told me that the package for Umrah in America is zero therefore chances to get on a flight to Jeddah in the US is 100%. Hopefully. Hopefully.
And I've yet to pass my Section 2 for the JPJ test. I only get to use my "legal" license for a week. I'm leaving on May 15 btw.
And...hopefully mama can send Naili to the US during Christmas so I don't have to be alone or either Colin gets to study there. I'm not even in the US and I already miss my family. How is that possible?
Anyway,gotta live life to the fullest!
xo
Monday, December 24, 2012
Life As We Know It
Hi,
I swear I'm such a bad blogger cause I promised I'd blog more often but I didn't..so,I'm sorry,again. A lot of things took place right after SPM. Believe it or not,I'd rather go to school now than be stuck at home doing nothing. It's not like I'm doing nothing. I am doing something but high school is less complicated than reality (if that even makes sense!).
I swear I love my Mac even if it's the oldest version of them all and it has no Lion OSX or whatsoever apps like iCloud or anything. Simple and useable. Even if it's too heavy. The other day I was planning to get a Mac Pro or Mac Air cause no doubt,I'm going need it for college assignments and so on but then again,this Mac is still functioning and I love it even if it has internal damages caused by my so-called rough hands. So I'm going to think 10x before I change to a new Mac.
Anyways,the pictures above I took during my recent trip to Krabi,Thailand. It's so beautiful there that at some point,I felt that I was living in a mini-heaven. Mae Bay is the best of them all. The sand,the sea and even the people were amazing. I wish I could live like Leonardo DC,just like in the movie 'The Beach'. They filmed the movie there itself and it's no surprise that nobody wanted to get out of the island till they were forced. But no joke,the view was breathtaking and the cool air was refreshing. I could feel the water on my skin evaporating slowly as I was on the speed boat. KRABI IS A MUST FOR COUPLES OUT THERE.
Besides that,I failed my theory driving test twice. Very humiliating for someone who said "SPM was kacang putih" indeed. SPM was easy because most of the subjects are in English. But I won't give up. I'm not the quitter type anyways. At some point I actually cried in front of Kak Jaja,telling her I'd hire a driver for the rest of my life so I don't have to drive. I'm going to use public transport if I'm at New York anyways. I'll make sure that dad rent a place near my campus so I could cycle to class. At least I'm persevering the environment. I'd like to think of it that way.
Few more days till New Year's Eve. I don't have any plans tho for NYE except to study. I bet everyone's going to parties and plain ol' Anis is at home,studying TOEFL and SATs. Hard work pays off sooner or later right? Well,hopefully. Plus,I plan to read the Yaasin and perform my salaat hajat for a better year ahead since I'm going to be solo soon. Pretty scary,no doubt.
Results I'm going to expect in 2013:
SPM
TOEFL
SATs
College acceptance letter
Exactly. Pretty scary if you ask me. Being 18 is not fun at all. I'd expect it to be less stressful and less complicated than what I went through during my SPM year but it's a whole lot worst. Nevertheless,I never gave up on anything that I do.
"Finish what you started. Don't stop halfway"-Mom
I'm actually on job-hunt and I plan to start working once my maid is back. There was a job offer at the Animal Clinics that I really like and they have the most adorable kittens and puppies in the whole wide world. We'll see. It's closer to becoming a WWF volunteer. I actually signed up for that but they never called so...
I went out with my old friends back in Melaka and it was fun. After 2 years. Actually I went out with the prom committee and then decided that I should go for my last prom in Melaka. It was fun despite the weird crowd that didn't know how to dance (awkward!). But I think I'll be going for another prom in February.
Anyways,Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary to my mom and dad! 20 years together and still standing strong.
xo
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