Weddings ; Funny things to Ponder.

During the holidays, a lot of people grabbed the chance to get married. Ok maybe ur wondering why on earth am i wrting this (dont panick, im not planning to get married this holiday, or even the next one). When this time of the year comes up, our mummies (specifically my mom) would use this chance to bring their children over to some wedding ceremony just for the sake of silaturrahim and, um for showing that their children have probably grown up. Generally, its not a bad idea to accompany ur parents anywhere they go (not to mention they give u food!). but things just got funny when such scenarios happen.

These two weeks had been the peek of the weddings. i was... "kindly" asked by my parents to follow them to some weddings mainly because its the holidays right now and they say i have nothing else better to do. Reluctantly, i followed them and was surprised to meet lots of type of people. it was hilarious at first, but then i concluded that... its simply just life.

i was always annoyed by the the questions they were going to ask. sometimes its better to be a kid holding a lollipop and smiling all the way without having to answer anything when other people talked to you. one of the recent questions they asked to me was "yang ni ke anak last yang kecik2 dulu? dah besar ye!". or even better, u could hear they say to ur mom "anak u dh berape orang kawin? who will be the next one?". and they were so interested at my age that they couldnt forget to ask "skrg ni belajar kat mane? what.. baru tingkatan 4? ingatkan dah kat uni daahhh!" LOL. yep, for those who didnt noe, thats generally the basic question. someone once told me that those questions are only to show their motherly self. although i understand that they were not trying to mind somebody's business, i couldnt help but feel a little uncomfortable when being asked by those questions. in my case, i alwasy looked upon their reactions when i answered the question. it was fun to see that they expected another answer from me, and it turned out that i answered them the other way around. just like when they thought i was a uni student, ill simply smile and said that im younger than that! lol.

whats funnier recently was, the way they judge the younger ones. lol. i wanted to laugh right there back then when i had to pretend coughing and drinking some water when an aunt came to my mom and ask those regular questions. she eyed me and my sister and asked about my age. coincedently im as old as her son, which i had no idea of whom she was talking about. i was wearing a purple baju kurung, with a purple tudung labuh bulat (its a habit, sometimes i feel that wearing a tudung labuh bulat is the greatest and funnest thing to do). so this aunt asked my mom where do i study; its smka maahad hamidiah... what am i doing right now; maybe just playing dumb... when she whispered quite loudly to my mom saying "insya-Allah lah ni, besar nnt jadi ustazah. alhamdulillah". lol. im not sure what made her say that. does she see the tudung labuh as a symbol or.. maybe i was a bit quiet back then that she thought i was a very good and obedient child. lol. anyway, its still a doa. no further comments there, just a thing to ponder.

well, another case or consequences that u have to pay if u dont attend many weddings with ur parents is that; 1) u wont get to taste the food. 2) people dont noe u, so when u come for the first time round peolpe will ask u LOTS MORE irregular questions. lol. a story of my sis (if ur reading this); she didnt usually follow us to weddings but recently she had to because my mom strictly ordered the whole family to come. so we were happily shaking hands with other people (my sister was in front of me) when the first question that slammed her was. "sihat, doktor?". i was quite puzzled by the questions and eyed for my sister's reaction. she was shocked as well. clearly, the aunt had mistaken my sister for my other sister which happens to be a medical student.lol. the next question wwas even crappier. she went further in to salam other aunts, when an aunt suddenly hold her and said " ni dh yang ke berape ni?" while smiling playfully at my sister's stomach. since my sister was quite chubby the aunt thought that she was pregnant, without knowing our names, or which is which. LOL. afterwards i could hear my sister grumbling saying "just then im a doctor, now im pregnant?!" . i guesss, its worse when u didnt often show up with ur parents to weddings. ;p

so when coming to weddings in malaysia, we have lots of types of wedding. some are held in dewan, others in front of the house with big decorative tents, with loud songs that could tear up my ears, or simply nasyeeds to be heard. for me, being one of the comers to weddings (not being the one who is marrying yet,) i find it fascinating at how the way certain people find their own happiness. but overall, i certainly think that weddings are just something funny to ponder, with various people with various attitude come and go.

last say: May u find ur happiness, newlyweds .

Reunion of SRAIntegrasi BBB

it brings back memory~!!! first of all, just to clear things off. this blog is not for the purpose of updating others about myself (though its open for everyone to read).it just happens that sometimes i need a moment of myself to write down things for the sake pleasure of, myself of course. when someone might think this is too emotional or skematikus asparagus, then just go to the right side of this screen and click on the RED square of X. aint it so easy ;p ..? apologies if any of these entries got clashed with ur thoughts.. etc.

back to this entry; Finally the long awaited Reunion of Sekolah Rendah Agama Integrasi Bandar Baru Bangi
p/s; thaiyibah, sile amik gambar di sini.malas nak update kat fs yehh. ;p


On the 21st of November 2009, i was still sitting absentmindedy on the bed, blinking my eyes just a few couple of hundred times and decided to have breakfast a little while later when Thaiyibah called and asked whether im setting foot on todays Reunion of 4 consecutive batches of SRAI BBB. i totally forgot about the big day! lol. the phone was passed to someone and i knew right after who it was with the familiar screamings and shoutings; it was one of the alumni committee members, ameerah! she told me to come no.matter.what.

one hour later, i arrived with a smile from Ustaz Othman as a welcoming gesture. though at the beginning i was quite reluctant to go because of some problems..., as i see back their familiar faces, my heart leaped with joy and said maybe i might as well have fun spending the rest of the day with them.

miah hugged me tightly til i barely get to breathe as soon as she meets me. i saw thobah from afar (shes tall, so its easy to spot ;p) getting ready to play netball with a bunch of kids. i met with hazureen, the maahad kids, fakhrina, the j3 and j2 kids and a bunch of cute unfamiliar juniors ;p
my presence was also welcomed by the nonsense-talking DJ (azam), though i cant get a single word out of him. lol. surprisingly, we all mocked at how tall Azam is now.

so we zoomed around the school., greeting every teachers passing by. sir Kamil, cg Sarlina, cg Syamsidar, cg Azian (whom until now stil afraid to stand beside me!)... and i heard ustzh Fariz was there as well. a lot of teachers couldnt really come cuz they have classes on saturday. ustz Fitri is now the guru besar for some school (bless u.), Umi Rohaizah is in Ampang...with her husband i guess. its just unfortunate that i didnt get to see the lovely cg Siti Asmah to say thanks to her for sending me back and forth to Amal Islami Hafazan since i was in standard 3. Thank you teachers.. they are mostly the reasons of me becoming who i am rite now. and i couldnt even think of how to repay them cuz it wont be enough even if i sacrifice myself just to say thanks. only Allah knows better of what greatness awaits them in the after math. Allahu yubarik hum.

across the othe field, we can see the boys gather around to have futsal matches. bleggh. since they are all so tall and different enough i couldnt recognise a single of them except for a few people who became my comrades when doing nasty stuff. Anwaruddin, geng letak gam atas kerusi orang. lol. Zaim! geng suke cari gaduh sebab masing masing cakap banyak. Hafiz, even though baru masuk darjah 6 dah kena buli mcm2 sampai nak nangis ;p. its just that a few other gangs didnt come. Arul, geng baik suke senyum. Arep, geng suke gelakkan orang lepas tu panggil orang Wano Busuk. Afiq, mangse kena letak gam atas kerusi. Aqil, geng dulu2 mak suke masak sedap2.


before going back home, we set foot in the classroom that we used to be in. 3 Abu Bakar, 3 Ali... 4 Ali, kelas berhantu...Bilik air ade nenek kebayan (ustz fariz assured us it was only the mops hair).. i really feel like turning back the time when i dont have to think of the life of a teen; kanak2 ribena seems fun, and everlasting ;p

its great to spend time with people in our past times. even though its only for a day, thanks to the committee members for making the day memorable to me. my friends have turned out to be great people, shameful for me even my juniors already memorized 8 juz in Mitip (cnie ke korang..?) ;p Thank you so much to all who have grown up with me. i couldnt see Afifah, Atiqah and Najwa (the closest friends). maybe they had errands to do that they didnt come. Thank you so much to teachers for wanting to tolerate our mischevious behaviours. and most importantly thank you to Thaiyibah for reminding me that there is reunion. ;p (love u!)

this is our memory. this is a part of me. lets not lose it. FOREVER.

Musleh (ii) part 2

3.30pm; main hall.



we were kinda late; back from the hospital cafeteria. we arrived just as the theme was getting introduced. i wasnt feeling any good about that. so still panting by the quick walk, i sat with Laila and took out everything (papers and pens) to get ready for the next round. the food is still churning inside the stomach and i noe that it effects my mood. i stayed quiet.



since we won quite big the last time, we were being placed in Room 3. and this time we were the government! Kimi must be thrilled. but the thought of our opponents disturbed me since last nite i remembered Fakhry saying those who have to fight the school must have a hard time. just our luck; Integrated Islamic School, Kota Damansara. wanie, come on think positive!



Theme; ECONOMY.



what???

on the motion THBT Trade is better than Aid.

we started running towards the room, and whats even worse was that the room wasnt in the same building; it was beside this very building. great, that just swallowed up lots of our little quarantine time. i remembered that we were in the lift at one time, then we have to climb up the stairs because of some miscommunication. a sudden thought brought us even more panick; no one seems to have the Almanac book of facts! and since Laila will not be talking this round she has to pace back our moves and trace the book. poor Laila. everything was not right at that time.

meanwhile, we sat down and decided whether to go global/international or focus on only one country. we seemed lost without the book. of course, me and Kimi were hanging with no strings about what in the world would we be talking. my head started spinning again with questions like aid as in medical help (Persatuan Bulan Sabit Merah)..? ok this is not good. during the last minute, Laila finally caught up to us and gave us the missing Almanac. Alhamdulillah! and we also decided that this time, Fakhry will be the 1st speaker and Kimi will be second. our points werent that clear, what i can conclude at that time is just to differentiate things between Trade and Aid.

in the room, we met the same judge! (yes, the cute one).laila was our timekeeper. our opponents were all girls.and they looked very confident. while im deranged over some matter about economy, the judge introduced the debate today as he did to us previously. and with no further wasting time, the debate started. i noticed Fakhry's dad was sitting behind to watch the debate. there was also a lot of our opponent's supporters. i looked at my own papers, and laughed wickedly inside with a surge of fear; what the hell am i going to talk about?!

as usual, Fakhry introduced the motion and lead the role as the 1st speaker. he gave lots of explanations about the differences which i really really took note of. then came up the 1st speaker of the opposition, she was tall and spoke with great pomp. she stressed out about the poor countries who cant afford to do trade. and then Kimi was next, and he managed to ease off this debate with his starting off speech in Musleh. well, he didnt really have very strong points to talk about except to continue what Fakhry has been saying, and after a 4minutes + talking, he said "i guess i have nothing else to say" and everybody kinda smile towards his spontanity. even the judge laughed and made that as the highlights for the day. so came the 2nd speaker to stress out again and again about the poor countries which got me really annoyed that time because our yardstick was about "developing" countries, not "poor" countries. then suddenly something happened which got them pissed for a while. Laila accidentally rang the bell before the time it should and they happened to count the time as well. alhamdulillah the judge understood it was an accident and cleared things off. but im pretty sure that their lot werent satisfied. sorry for that but we have no argues for u guys to continue ur speech if u want. then finally it was my turn! i thought i was pretty calm because of the judge's face. LOL. firstly, i told them to cut off the "poor" countries and stick to the developing countries. and yes, though some of them are poor, they still manage do trade. proof? Indonesia! during the economy downfall in the 20th century. what i dont really understand is they compare to countries like Afghanistan in the middle of the war, and what if Tsunami came, should trade be useful? somehows i slipped the word "keen hearted" to them as to say maybe, just maybe they thought aid was better than trade in times of natural disaster only. the rest.... i can finally rest in peace during the reply speech (which i wasnt in peace at all)

the result was very surprising, again! anything is unexpected in Musleh. lol. well, we won! by a margin of 8! the winning wasnt that of a surprise but the margin was! and i thought that this school was a tough fighter. the judge said that the theme was economy and we managed to stick to it, while the opposition had been playing with psychological factor such as the natural disaster. he said that since he is a psychologist, he would give the margin to 8 but if the judge was an economist, the margin would have been even bigger. Alhamdulillah! i was beyond happy! and the judge also gave us another piece of advice. since this is the first timer for Kimi, he suggested Kimi to practice more and try to finish the speech in the 7 minutes time. as for Fakhry, he said he was a bit hasty (mind you judge, he likes to talk in a very fast mode to coordinate with his fast brain). and he also said to me that i didnt look very nervous this time. in the end, he gave the title of best speaker to me. i was so thrilled by OUR win that i didnt care. i wasnt aiming for anything like that. im more than relieved to finish up my 7 minutes! Hmpph, how peculiar things happened. in quarantine we were so in no control of anything. next thing we knew, we won!

i can only say Alhamdulillah.
to our hang out place; surau.
and some sujud syukur definitely.

Allahumma yusahhilna. ameen..

To be Continued.

Musleh (ii) Part 1

Day Two: i woke up around 5.30 am. and found out that the lights werent working. the room was very dim except for one bulb left lighting us up. no choice left, i really really really wanted to have a shower. so yes, brought in my hp to be the torchlight and.. oh well u got the idea.




now that i got my refreshing shower, my head started spinning the rightway! its D-day! i was told that there will be 4 rounds of debate today. only,, it happened to be 3. alhamdulillah! it wasnt that hard to wake Laila up. i guessed she felt the panick too rising because she was silent the whole morning. but honestly, to be able to be one of the speakers in debate at the age of 14, you should be honoured. i started this year as the 3rd speaker (mainly because there was no body else around) at the age of 16! for me it was very late.. and old. but not to blame anyone, im just not good in it.




so we went downstairs and found no signs of Kimi and Fakhry. and i thought we were late... i didnt manage to munch the burger that was sent to our room last nite around 3 am so basicly, i was starving. and i didnt even bring my gastric liqiud (not that its effective if i didnt eat anything). plus there was this one SRI Ayesha girl who puked out of sudden (maybe because she didnt eat last nite), one having cold and the rest didnt really feel good because they had late dinner last nite. ustaz Zaki handed me a few 50 notes and told me to get them breakfast at the cafeteria. ehhh,... erm.. 1) my communication skills suck when it comes to this part! 2) usually my dad would do the bills after i had breakfast at hotels so how do we pay again?? they were totally counting on me to get them breakfast and do the talking! it was awkward! but to cut things short, ALL of us got to eat without having to pay (initially, only two person per room could get to eat but the kakak let ALL of us in. bear in mind that there were 7 people per room. )




we rushed to the venue of debate and alhamdulillah, it was just about to start. we had to make 3 trips of Avanza to get to the venue (squished and crumpled and cramped up in the car; once in a lifetime experience). i could see the SMIH now, talking or rather discussing with each other. excited, panic, gelabah, call whatever u want. its all in one. like the feeling of having to sit for SPM but you didnt read anything! wanie + Laila = deadmeat; nervous gile! before we knew it, the theme popped up on the screen.



EDUCATION; ROOM 8: SMI al-Amin Bangi VS SMKA Maahad Hamidiah





we were the opposition and Laila will be having her first debate in a tournament! SMI al-Amin Bangi sounded nice too at first. because both of us came from Bangi. we took the lift to the highest level of the building and found an open rooftop with KLCC being the veiw and rooms to be shared! i remembered the first time meeting our opponents, there was this one big guy outshining his other team mates who were girls (kecik kecik aje). but size isnt the one that matters; i knew it long time ago. it the size of ur brain that counts!





by this time, i couldnt care less about all the nervousness because it took a TEAM to get here. and i already have my OWN TEAM; the one i picked, the one i would love to share the shed of tears of either victory or defeat. so the motion; THBT SCHOOL ATTENDENCE SHOULD BE VOLUNTARY. we had our quarantines outside the room looking at the sky whenever we were out of idea. whats odd is that in IIU, the 3o minutes given seemed too short to be true. but here, 30 minutes seemed to be more than enough (for this round). we finished buiding our cases in 15 minutes and as usual, i was quite most of the times because of the blankness. Laila kept switching papers because everytime she wrote down something, the paper would look untidy. Kimi helped by searching for every words of the motion in the dictionary. Fakhry started explaining the learning process in US (he always refer everything in US) while i would ask questions regarding the facts he gave us.


before starting our debate, we were introduced to the judge ( i cant remember the judge's name, sorry) but he was very cute (i meant his personality). he studied psychology in scottland and sounded very experienced. he said that we would all just have to try our best and let go of the nervousness. since were the opp, the gov's 1st speaker stood up and gave her speech. ahhh! how i miss having to hear this! only that now my hands are trembling to write down the rebuttals. LOL. the part that we were all waiting for; Laila's 1st speech! since Fakhry sat down in between and the space wasnt that wide, we didnt get to do the 'salam' thing. but we were all really proud of her for she has swipe away her fear and delivered what she remembered for 4 minutes. the gov's 2nd speaker was next and she too seemed very nervous and i think it must be one of her very 1st speech as well. that just gave Fakhry the opportunity to crush the gov's 1st and 2nd speaker. we said that students under 18 didnt have the right rationalities yet and there is greater factors that can influence their decision (laziness, not having to go with difficulties,etc). it all sounded well until the 3rd speaker of the gov's team stood up (yep the big guy). for once, i didnt like his tone and he spoke as if we were having a fight instead of a nice peace and harmony debate. bleghh. and when it came to my part, my hands were as cold as the ice. this is the moment; just face it and let bygones be bygones. LOL. with shaking voice, i continued the rationalities part and tried to sync the speech in any way i could. it was, just like in the IIU if i could still remember, making the same mistakes and not delivering it the right way. i was just relieved that i could finish up my 7 minutes speech but it felt awful for the rest. overall, we were partly influenced by the gov's way of debating; misleading us.


the outcome was even more surprising. we WON by a margin of 12! whats even more outrageous is that there is a tie for the best speaker; between me and Fakhry. ha ha ha ha ha ha. that part was unbelievable i almost wanted to point out my veiw to the judge saying that this guy beside me taught me practicallY EVERYTHING in debate. how could it be a tie? but in the end, the title went to Fakhry because the judge said that i looked nervous and his speech was more synchronized than mine. it didnt bother me at all instead it felt as if the right thing was done. the judge also gave us a piece of advice for each person; Laila needs to practice speaking more and overcome her nervousness. Fakhry needs to stop smiling for no reason during his speech and should be a bit more serious. LOL (if the judge knows how serious he is...) and i shouldnt rush into things and be more calm in delivering my point of veiws. the judge gave us a new spirit of debate, the one that we thought we lost during IIU. debate is teamwork, fun, generates funny ideas from ur brain with lots of embarrassing moments!

after the judge left us, we shake our hands with the gov team and i couldnt stop hugging and jumping with Laila in front of them. the gov must be pissed at how childish i was at that time. Fakhry even have to warn me not to melompat2 in front of others (there were teachers of SMI al-amin Bangi too.) but for me, the feeling of winning here is VERY DIFFERENT than winning in IIU (mind u, i didnt melompat2 when we won in IIU). it felt as if the whole team took part in the debate even thought Kimi didnt talk. it felt like each and every one of us should just smile crazily towards each other and say nothing but Alhamdulillah. it felt that we did our best for the sake of the team even though we did craps. it did not feel like winning, it felt like EVERYTHING ELSE except for winning. LOL.


at the main hall, Athirah suddenly poked me and said "a margin of 12?!" i didnt noe the margin was so big at that time and i thought she was lying. ha ha ha. the four of us then gathered around to have some recaps of the previous debate. we always take note of what the judge commented and improve on something. we promised each other that winning is not the key, its just trying our best. we came here to learn something, not to win. Kimi was thrilled for the next debate as we assumed that we will be the gov next. before we knew it, Kimi and Fakhry had to go for their Solat Jumaat while me and Laila went to the hotel's surau to perfom our Zohor prayers. we asked the guys to get us some food because we were so lazy to get out of the hotel's surau (it was very comfy and cold) and ended up troubling Fakhry to show us the cafeteria at the hospital ( i thought the cafeteria was in the hotel) cuz we were too embarrassed to eat the food at the main venue. Laila picked first (kuay teow) and i had to eat the chicken chop left. the thing is, the chicken was oily and since the eating is kinda late and my stomach already poured out lots of gastric juice, i was sure to vomit afterwards if i resume eating it. chicken chop later, Laila's kuay teow it is. LOL

with sleepy eyes and full stomach, i am ready for the next round of debate.

to be continued...