Assalamualaikum.
Berkirakira untuk memakai pemerah bibir sejak ditegur
Seorang hamba Allah tanpa disangka.
'Weh, aku nak tanya sikit boleh tak?
Kenapa bibir kau pucat eh?'
Aku hanya memandang aneh.
Pertanyaan berinti apakah itu?
Benarbenar terganggu dengan raut yang tidak berona
Atau sekadar menjalankan tugas seorang handai; mengambil berat
Mujur aku sentiasa meninjau berkalikali setiap situasi
Andaikan aku beranggap yang dia bernada ofensif
Kemudian aku bersifat defensif-ofensif
Akhirnya kita menjadi jauh nanti
Haih
Biarkanlah aku begini
Sekadar pergi lalu kembali seminit dua
Apa perlu berdandan segala
Nanti kalau melebihlebih muka kau juga lagi yang datang menyapa
Biarkanlah aku begini
Bersyukur aku apa adanya
Bahagia aku bukan kau dapat rasa
Pandang sahaja dari jauh
Diamdiam kau disana
p/s: took me a while to compose this. haha bleh it is not a song at all. if it is it will be a crappy rubbish one. but those people who knew me would agree with this person that i look pale for like, forever. especially my lips. and i don't even know why. but there is still a slight difference if i am sick or healthy, portrayed on my face. and people always worried that i would pass out any minute when doing vigorous activities together.
so i decided to embrace myself as i am, and not wearing any lipstick or coloured balm to anywhere. Plus, my lips can't even stand wearing a lipstick for few minutes because then i will have to go through the aggravating stage of chapped and dried lips, and have to refrain from eating anything because my lips will become much worst (because i really have sensitive lips and i actually have a lot of things that i cannot eat but i just don't care), and after that the coming-off-skin phase, where i will have to pull out those dead skin and i have to have extreme care because if i don't, then i'll end up with my lips bleeding and have to live with scarab lips for weeks. there, the story of my lips people. it is only a part of it really, i swear if given a chance, i can make a book out of my lip's story. but who the hell is going to read it haha
with all that is said, [don't take serious about what other people say to you?] will be my kind of saying for this post, maybe. but hey if it is a good one then take it, if you can't take it then ignore it. so in my case i was kinda offended so i vent about it in my blog. haha just be grateful that even though i have this love-hate relationship with my own, it is a part of me and we have been working well together for as long as i can remember and will forever be a part of me so Alhamdulillah :) (apeniceritapasalbodypartsmacamafriendhaha)
but i am really in dire need to read malay scholarly article. i almost run out of words coming up with this one.
Wednesday
Sunday
Searching for the right answer.
Assalamualaikum.
What measures success?
From what I think, the meaning of success itself differs to every person, in accordance to their
a) passion
b) expertise
c) purposes
and many more. Depends on the person themselves.
So there might be this A who have been married to their better half for 35 years and still going strong with them, and feels that that is a success. In marriage life.
And there might be this B who have discovered a new approach in fighting fatal diseases and feel very pleased with the achievement.
Or this C who won the most prestigious reward in C's field of work and rated it as the highlight of C's life.
While this D feels grateful of waking up from a near death experience, having another chance to.. if not making everything right then, a chance to make a better life, and if Allah wills, continuously being better and better, from here to hereafter.
Like I said, it depends.
And only you yourself can define your own success.
Because you wore your own shoes and you walk on your own chosen path.
No matter if you end up in a wide clearing or found an exotic circus,
it is all you.
Therefore, before I end this, let me rephrase the question.
What measures YOUR success?
What measures success?
From what I think, the meaning of success itself differs to every person, in accordance to their
a) passion
b) expertise
c) purposes
and many more. Depends on the person themselves.
So there might be this A who have been married to their better half for 35 years and still going strong with them, and feels that that is a success. In marriage life.
And there might be this B who have discovered a new approach in fighting fatal diseases and feel very pleased with the achievement.
Or this C who won the most prestigious reward in C's field of work and rated it as the highlight of C's life.
While this D feels grateful of waking up from a near death experience, having another chance to.. if not making everything right then, a chance to make a better life, and if Allah wills, continuously being better and better, from here to hereafter.
Like I said, it depends.
And only you yourself can define your own success.
Because you wore your own shoes and you walk on your own chosen path.
No matter if you end up in a wide clearing or found an exotic circus,
it is all you.
Therefore, before I end this, let me rephrase the question.
What measures YOUR success?
Friday
Emancipate.
Assalamualaikum.
Wondering when can I sing this song on karaoke.
Have waited for more than a year, and all this time this has been my sing along song during all the endless road trips. (Because you'll hate the roads when you're missing home)
I guess I should learn the guitar chords of this song and play it alone to my heart's content.
Hope you'll enjoy it too.
It's easy to fall in love
But it's so hard to break somebody's heart
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Once lust has turned to dust and all that's left held breath
Forgotten who we first met
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface tension's gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
No blood will spill if we both get out now
Still, it's hard to put the fire out
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Feelings are shifting like the tide
And I think too much about the future
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface's tension gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Wondering when can I sing this song on karaoke.
Have waited for more than a year, and all this time this has been my sing along song during all the endless road trips. (Because you'll hate the roads when you're missing home)
I guess I should learn the guitar chords of this song and play it alone to my heart's content.
Hope you'll enjoy it too.
It's easy to fall in love
But it's so hard to break somebody's heart
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Once lust has turned to dust and all that's left held breath
Forgotten who we first met
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface tension's gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Still, it's hard to put the fire out
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Feelings are shifting like the tide
And I think too much about the future
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface's tension gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Monday
The 美味しい Rojak
Assalamualaikum.
(this will be a venting post so it will be a mixed up language of malay and english. and maybe a little bit of japanese.) Hence, the title.
So barubaru ini dunia digemparkan dengan kejadian yang berlaku di Paris, di mana 127 orang terbunuh manakala berpuluh yang lagi cedera (oh my this is so news mode I can't even...)(I apologized if the numbers are wrong) akibat letupan yang diakui didalangi oleh IS, but then ada this syrian passport out of nowhere that confused the crowd even more. So this will obviously make the (aware) people to actually inclined this tragedy being one of the works of
a. the 最初に (baca:yang terawal) to claim that the act was theirs - IS
b. the people who wanted to blame some other people/country/group
c. the people who just want to watch the world burn
and i can list out a few more but you already got the idea, kan?
Apa aku nak habaq sebenaqnya?
Nih, actually aku quite bengang gak la dengan beberapa manusia yang bersikap prejudice towards people around them lebihlebih lagi the social media punya sites.
So in the event of the attack, facebook had made this interesting thing to do with our profile pic where it kinda obscure? but not too much? like layered our pic with the flag of Perancis. And I agreed to layer my pic. After that I scrolled summore lah.
Pap!Terbaca lah puakpuak radikal yang kata
At first I was a bit taken aback. Ai? Salahkah apa aku sudah bikin?
It was like, they sesuka hati labeled us as those yang takdak kisah pasai negara len tapi bab2 tempat feymes yang dapat 世界の (baca:the world punya) attention ni terus nak sibuk2.
Tepuk dahi tanya selera nak makan apa satgi. Huh?
tuptup selera ajak makan 辛口キムチチゲ kat gusto. burp.
What is wrong with us people?
It is not about not being care about the other places who have suffered more than this tragedy in France, but it is the fact that Paris is world-widely known to be a peaceful place and then suddenly had this shocking event to take place. I mean, kalau tetiba this forgotten corner of your room suddenly turns black, wouldn't you be interested in knowing what is going on there? (bad example, I admit)(follow it for the plot)
There was like, these types of people;
a) support the cause
b) against the cause
c) supporting or not is too mainstream, better to just shut up, eat popcorn and sit between a) and b) and watch the ball being pass over and over and over.
The sad part is, for the past few days, isu freedom of speech selalu dipolemikkan di arena perdebatan tidak kira di dewan majistret terkemuka ataupun medan selera haji shah. But then all this so-called keyboard warriors (me as well) are those who always criticized someone else's speech i.e views upon an occasion, and end up degrading each other which will lead to the destruction of a hopefully perpaduan society.
Anyway, to point out the positive outcome from this social warfare, it is the fact that it made me realized that there are so many people who I thought did not care much about what is actually happening especially in the countries of our brothers and sisters; is that they DO care. Immensely. And for knowing that fact enough had made me feel butterflies inside my tummeyh. :) It is not just a perjuangan among a bunch of us only but more than that. And I am glad that this simple gesture of mine had sparked those hidden kindle somewhere deep down in their hearts and made them more passionate about the lives of the people in syria,palestin,nigeria,rohingya, and more. May we will always be care towards each other, and may the love could spread all across the world!
If I want to merangkumi all the countries that are being oppressed by this cruel world, my profile pic would end up in black because there are so many colors tinted upon each other. Too many.
Tapi kan, all of us should learn how to tegur seseorang dengan cara yang paling berhemah. Pasai pa?
他人の心を傷つけないように。。。(baca:as not to hurt other person's feelings...) maybe try to use a softer language and try to avoid harsh words. Might be that different kind of persons have different kinds of approach so you better be careful in sharing/writing/composing your thoughts. Deshou? Wallahualam.
(this will be a venting post so it will be a mixed up language of malay and english. and maybe a little bit of japanese.) Hence, the title.
So barubaru ini dunia digemparkan dengan kejadian yang berlaku di Paris, di mana 127 orang terbunuh manakala berpuluh yang lagi cedera (oh my this is so news mode I can't even...)(I apologized if the numbers are wrong) akibat letupan yang diakui didalangi oleh IS, but then ada this syrian passport out of nowhere that confused the crowd even more. So this will obviously make the (aware) people to actually inclined this tragedy being one of the works of
a. the 最初に (baca:yang terawal) to claim that the act was theirs - IS
b. the people who wanted to blame some other people/country/group
c. the people who just want to watch the world burn
and i can list out a few more but you already got the idea, kan?
Apa aku nak habaq sebenaqnya?
So in the event of the attack, facebook had made this interesting thing to do with our profile pic where it kinda obscure? but not too much? like layered our pic with the flag of Perancis. And I agreed to layer my pic. After that I scrolled summore lah.
Pap!Terbaca lah puakpuak radikal yang kata
[takmau la tunjuk simpati kat Paris nun, padahal bukan sana saja yang terluka, malah seluruh dunia juga tetapi sebab nun di sana tu bandar feymes tahap mak datuk punya pasai la dapat liputan meluas.]Maciammaciam nok.
At first I was a bit taken aback. Ai? Salahkah apa aku sudah bikin?
It was like, they sesuka hati labeled us as those yang takdak kisah pasai negara len tapi bab2 tempat feymes yang dapat 世界の (baca:the world punya) attention ni terus nak sibuk2.
What is wrong with us people?
It is not about not being care about the other places who have suffered more than this tragedy in France, but it is the fact that Paris is world-widely known to be a peaceful place and then suddenly had this shocking event to take place. I mean, kalau tetiba this forgotten corner of your room suddenly turns black, wouldn't you be interested in knowing what is going on there? (bad example, I admit)(follow it for the plot)
There was like, these types of people;
a) support the cause
b) against the cause
c) supporting or not is too mainstream, better to just shut up, eat popcorn and sit between a) and b) and watch the ball being pass over and over and over.
The sad part is, for the past few days, isu freedom of speech selalu dipolemikkan di arena perdebatan tidak kira di dewan majistret terkemuka ataupun medan selera haji shah. But then all this so-called keyboard warriors (me as well) are those who always criticized someone else's speech i.e views upon an occasion, and end up degrading each other which will lead to the destruction of a hopefully perpaduan society.
Anyway, to point out the positive outcome from this social warfare, it is the fact that it made me realized that there are so many people who I thought did not care much about what is actually happening especially in the countries of our brothers and sisters; is that they DO care. Immensely. And for knowing that fact enough had made me feel butterflies inside my tummeyh. :) It is not just a perjuangan among a bunch of us only but more than that. And I am glad that this simple gesture of mine had sparked those hidden kindle somewhere deep down in their hearts and made them more passionate about the lives of the people in syria,palestin,nigeria,rohingya, and more. May we will always be care towards each other, and may the love could spread all across the world!
If I want to merangkumi all the countries that are being oppressed by this cruel world, my profile pic would end up in black because there are so many colors tinted upon each other. Too many.
Tapi kan, all of us should learn how to tegur seseorang dengan cara yang paling berhemah. Pasai pa?
他人の心を傷つけないように。。。(baca:as not to hurt other person's feelings...) maybe try to use a softer language and try to avoid harsh words. Might be that different kind of persons have different kinds of approach so you better be careful in sharing/writing/composing your thoughts. Deshou? Wallahualam.
حَبْلٌ مِّنَ اللهِ حَبْلٌ مِّنَ النَّاسِp/s: sedapnya rojak T.T
Thursday
An awfully true story.
Assalamualaikum.
I fell in love once.
Hard.
The kind that occur once in a lifetime.
And it happened to me too early of an age.
Which lasts for years.
And I swear that if I were to move on from this enchantment,
and bring myself back up from the fall;
only death will set us apart.
And then that dreadful event happened,
where you were taken away from me.
And I thought that that was the sign.
I should forget you and start to move on.
Stand up properly.
Guess what?
Few years had passed.
Your face, your voice, your scent,
YOU,
still lingers somewhere in the back of my mind.
I was wrong.
How can I stand back up?
When I never reached the ground,
the moment I fell?
I fell in love once.
Hard.
The kind that occur once in a lifetime.
And it happened to me too early of an age.
Which lasts for years.
And I swear that if I were to move on from this enchantment,
and bring myself back up from the fall;
only death will set us apart.
And then that dreadful event happened,
where you were taken away from me.
And I thought that that was the sign.
I should forget you and start to move on.
Stand up properly.
Guess what?
Few years had passed.
Your face, your voice, your scent,
YOU,
still lingers somewhere in the back of my mind.
I was wrong.
How can I stand back up?
When I never reached the ground,
the moment I fell?
Wednesday
SUZ (2)
Assalamualaikum.
By the way, how's your brother? I haven't contacted him since, you know, forever. I guess it is because I was so shy or frankly, embarrassed about what has been going on between us that I decided to scurried away and just obliterate myself from his life.Last time I heard, he was doing fine and is on his way in pursuing a degree in biotechnology something something which sounded cool actually, as he has always been.But nah, enough about him.
I miss you actually.
I just wanted to tell you how sad I am for not being able to meet you during the festive season. I even saved a portion of money to give to you as I had promised to give you some before you go further away. Alas, fate was not on our side. I went back to college while you're on your way home and our path does not cross each other at that time.
And never will.
Anymore.
One Fine Day
Dear Z,
As expected, you didn't reply to me.
But I guess you are well.
You see, I have been constantly remembering you this few days and because it bothered me so much I decided to write to you, the letter that will never arrived.
I just wanted to tell you how sad I am for not being able to meet you during the festive season. I even saved a portion of money to give to you as I had promised to give you some before you go further away. Alas, fate was not on our side. I went back to college while you're on your way home and our path does not cross each other at that time.
And never will.
Anymore.
Yours,
A
Tuesday
The Future Is Now. Or is it?
Assalamualaikum.
According to the 'Back to The Future' movie we are told to witness that the year 2015 will have holographic shark coming out from the mouth of the cinema, and many other things that are not to be found during the year when the film was made.
And I must say that those people on cast and on set are pretty damn creative and imaginative about the future.
But the most famous thing which had been the anticipation for so many people especially kids in the 80's, 90's.. oh never mind, scratch that, let me rephrase, people who had been watching the said movie, is the flying skateboard called Hoverboard.
And now people are demanding scientists and engineers to build one so they can make the movie come true.
Well you can suck back all your demands, suckers.
Because if today hoverboard is just a prototype, then it means that the future is not like the movie, and people won't be wearing those 'futuristic'-ish clothes that looks more like a combo of denim and aluminium strips, (although I admit I pretty like the pepsi bottle design, wished they will make something like that), so stop daydreaming that there will be a time machine that will allow us to go back and forth in time so we can retrace our steps to who we are today or just saying hello to us in the future while checking out how our life turns out. NO.
(Yeah I might sound depressed in some way haha)
I mean, take a look at us now, except for the fact that we're like, more obsessed with our own devices rather than playing outdoor flying here and there, we are pretty much like the 80's, but with a huge leap in development in terms of technologies and buildings and philosophy and lifestyle (just to name so much hahah) My guess is that even if hoverboard are some kind of an important transport in 2015, we will still be flying here and there for the sake of going here and there, and most of the time we will still be looking at our devices while on the board.
Why?
Because we are googling the way to the intended destination, that is why.
More technologies means we are depending more and more on them. And this fact kinda scare the shit out of me from time to time.
What if there is a shortage of power and all the satellites are crushed by meteor or being hit by a lost bomb which was thrown by a superhero saving the world from war?
Where is your google now? Even the batteries are not enough to charged as much as 5% of your phone while you are searching for help.
And right then and there we have to do it the traditional way.
But what if there is no more printed maps because of the printing companies had lost so much from having not receiving any profit since digital map took over? Or the printed version was so out of date that they still (this might stings) have World Trade Center Tower in it?
Or if (God forbids) someplace encounters natural disasters that ransacked the whole town and the nearest town to get some help requires 2 days worth of travel (in case the cars broke down and the only option you have is to travel on foot)(in case the cars is out of gas and all the gas stations was destroyed)
Come on, we have seen these possibilities from those apocalypse related movies that has been like the new genre of movie, aite?
Having arrived at the apocalypse related movies, remember the movie '2012'?
Last time I checked the calendar, the year is 2015. What up?
The more reason not to be so absorbed into these kinds of unreliable prophecies. You should know that the end of the world and anything related to the life after death are secrets only Allah knows. So don't waste your time having a headache thinking too deep about when will it come. It will happen when Allah says so.
In the mean time just be well prepared. Like how you prepare yourself from head to toe going out to a formal event or how you practiced day and night for the upcoming tournament, like how you planned your trip months ahead or how you stay up until the eleventh hour to study for your final examination, those kinds of preparation, times billions.
Because life after death was said to be infinitely forever, so how do we want to spend it?
According to the 'Back to The Future' movie we are told to witness that the year 2015 will have holographic shark coming out from the mouth of the cinema, and many other things that are not to be found during the year when the film was made.
And I must say that those people on cast and on set are pretty damn creative and imaginative about the future.
But the most famous thing which had been the anticipation for so many people especially kids in the 80's, 90's.. oh never mind, scratch that, let me rephrase, people who had been watching the said movie, is the flying skateboard called Hoverboard.
And now people are demanding scientists and engineers to build one so they can make the movie come true.
Well you can suck back all your demands, suckers.
Because if today hoverboard is just a prototype, then it means that the future is not like the movie, and people won't be wearing those 'futuristic'-ish clothes that looks more like a combo of denim and aluminium strips, (although I admit I pretty like the pepsi bottle design, wished they will make something like that), so stop daydreaming that there will be a time machine that will allow us to go back and forth in time so we can retrace our steps to who we are today or just saying hello to us in the future while checking out how our life turns out. NO.
(Yeah I might sound depressed in some way haha)
I mean, take a look at us now, except for the fact that we're like, more obsessed with our own devices rather than playing outdoor flying here and there, we are pretty much like the 80's, but with a huge leap in development in terms of technologies and buildings and philosophy and lifestyle (just to name so much hahah) My guess is that even if hoverboard are some kind of an important transport in 2015, we will still be flying here and there for the sake of going here and there, and most of the time we will still be looking at our devices while on the board.
Why?
Because we are googling the way to the intended destination, that is why.
More technologies means we are depending more and more on them. And this fact kinda scare the shit out of me from time to time.
What if there is a shortage of power and all the satellites are crushed by meteor or being hit by a lost bomb which was thrown by a superhero saving the world from war?
Where is your google now? Even the batteries are not enough to charged as much as 5% of your phone while you are searching for help.
And right then and there we have to do it the traditional way.
But what if there is no more printed maps because of the printing companies had lost so much from having not receiving any profit since digital map took over? Or the printed version was so out of date that they still (this might stings) have World Trade Center Tower in it?
Or if (God forbids) someplace encounters natural disasters that ransacked the whole town and the nearest town to get some help requires 2 days worth of travel (in case the cars broke down and the only option you have is to travel on foot)(in case the cars is out of gas and all the gas stations was destroyed)
Come on, we have seen these possibilities from those apocalypse related movies that has been like the new genre of movie, aite?
Having arrived at the apocalypse related movies, remember the movie '2012'?
Last time I checked the calendar, the year is 2015. What up?
The more reason not to be so absorbed into these kinds of unreliable prophecies. You should know that the end of the world and anything related to the life after death are secrets only Allah knows. So don't waste your time having a headache thinking too deep about when will it come. It will happen when Allah says so.
In the mean time just be well prepared. Like how you prepare yourself from head to toe going out to a formal event or how you practiced day and night for the upcoming tournament, like how you planned your trip months ahead or how you stay up until the eleventh hour to study for your final examination, those kinds of preparation, times billions.
Because life after death was said to be infinitely forever, so how do we want to spend it?
Confucius or Confusing?
Assalamualaikum.
Was browsing through the news feed and happened to read the status of my colleague regarding permissible alcohol and mirin that are actually available in Japan. 'Actually'.
I am not even mad with what this friend of mine shared. We all have the chance to share our opinions or views about some things, (kinda afraid to use the right for freedom of speech here so..) and here's worth nothing cents from me.
It seems like I had peruse over the thesis that this person shared on his timeline a few months back. At that time, I was so desperate in finding a proof or some kind of explanation in helping me figure out whether I can gobble up this halal ramen which I obtained during a halal seminar in my place. The package of ramen itself stated that it is halal but haven't received a certified logo just yet. But out of habit, I kinda take a glance through the ingredients and I caught the 'alcohol' word somewhere in between. Devastated, I tried to find a way so I can have a taste of the famous ramen, any tiniest possibilities of anyone or any article saying that it is ok to consume that kind of alcohol contained in food(s).
After searching high and low for any satisfying proof, I can feel that my taste buds are saying yes, but my belief says no. Even after I found the said thesis. Before I forgot, let me explain what I get from the thesis. (What I think it says, not what it actually says)
The thesis explains that the world 'alcohol' itself consists of two meanings.
1) A beverage that can make you drunk;
2) Chemical terms
In #1, the amount of intake of alcohol is proportional to the state of your drunkenness, which means, the more you drink the more drunk you are; simple theory.
While in #2, the higher the amount you consume, the higher the possibilities of you being poisoned because of the ingredients inside of it, when accumulated will become poisonous; and I can see myself being redundant there but who cares haha
So, maybe the writer of the thesis (and also this friend of mine) wanted to invite people to think before you eat something, or take your own risk in deciding whether it is the alcohol or just another -OH bond in a solution. Or, they want to acknowledge us that there are two types of alcohol, and not all alcohol can make you sleazy, there are also permissible alcohol exists in this world.
Let me riddle you this, does a non caffeine coffee is still be considered as a coffee or does it become a tea?
From what I read, this is how I see it.
Alcohol or 'alcohol' or -OH bond, let us just run away from it. Because either way, it is still kinda dangerous to our health. #1 will effect you in a matter of 2 or 3 bottles, and #2 will effect you in 2,3 maybe 10 or 20 years but there is still a slight effect from it. And us muslims are prohibited from harming ourselves in any kinds of ways so it is better to avoid it. Or our ibadah will not be accepted for 40 days but that is for one drop of alcohol, what about a gulp? nauzubillah.
Moreover, if you don't feel good about it then that will become the more of a reason for you.
But what I really wanted to point out is this:
Be careful of what you share. Especially if it is about our belief.
Nowadays I see too many posts regarding Islam and things that we normally do as a muslim like reciting dua before and after eating and much more, and some says that is bid'ah, this is not sunnah, these are some made up things and such and such..
And now I don't know what to believe anymore, so I just stick to what I think are legit.
It is not wrong to seek knowledge, but make sure that you analyze it, understand it by heart, and ask for higher opinion from certified people, and after you are 500% sure about it, then only can your tell it to people. After that if people ask you questions, you can answer it like dodging a bullet in matrix, but if you can't, then tell them the truth that 'I don't know any further than that'.
And also, after sharing some article etc, please describe in detail what you think about it and don't just post it there and tell us to figure it out ourselves because that is too damn of you dude, too damn. Cliffhanger scumbag. Because like the case mentioned above, there are two kinds of people who will read it and take it to their own understandings;
1) People who still strongly believe that alcohol is not permissible
2) People who think that they might be allowed to consume alcohol according to certain circumstances
So be careful, because this is kinda like water ripple effect. The more it spreads, the less information it will receive and when it reached the outer end, the people there will conclude that alcohol in Japan can actually be consumed. Who knows?
Again, be careful. And choose either you want to be Confucius, who leads people to think about a thought, or just to be plain confusing.
Was browsing through the news feed and happened to read the status of my colleague regarding permissible alcohol and mirin that are actually available in Japan. 'Actually'.
I am not even mad with what this friend of mine shared. We all have the chance to share our opinions or views about some things, (kinda afraid to use the right for freedom of speech here so..) and here's worth nothing cents from me.
It seems like I had peruse over the thesis that this person shared on his timeline a few months back. At that time, I was so desperate in finding a proof or some kind of explanation in helping me figure out whether I can gobble up this halal ramen which I obtained during a halal seminar in my place. The package of ramen itself stated that it is halal but haven't received a certified logo just yet. But out of habit, I kinda take a glance through the ingredients and I caught the 'alcohol' word somewhere in between. Devastated, I tried to find a way so I can have a taste of the famous ramen, any tiniest possibilities of anyone or any article saying that it is ok to consume that kind of alcohol contained in food(s).
After searching high and low for any satisfying proof, I can feel that my taste buds are saying yes, but my belief says no. Even after I found the said thesis. Before I forgot, let me explain what I get from the thesis. (What I think it says, not what it actually says)
The thesis explains that the world 'alcohol' itself consists of two meanings.
1) A beverage that can make you drunk;
2) Chemical terms
In #1, the amount of intake of alcohol is proportional to the state of your drunkenness, which means, the more you drink the more drunk you are; simple theory.
While in #2, the higher the amount you consume, the higher the possibilities of you being poisoned because of the ingredients inside of it, when accumulated will become poisonous; and I can see myself being redundant there but who cares haha
So, maybe the writer of the thesis (and also this friend of mine) wanted to invite people to think before you eat something, or take your own risk in deciding whether it is the alcohol or just another -OH bond in a solution. Or, they want to acknowledge us that there are two types of alcohol, and not all alcohol can make you sleazy, there are also permissible alcohol exists in this world.
Let me riddle you this, does a non caffeine coffee is still be considered as a coffee or does it become a tea?
From what I read, this is how I see it.
Alcohol or 'alcohol' or -OH bond, let us just run away from it. Because either way, it is still kinda dangerous to our health. #1 will effect you in a matter of 2 or 3 bottles, and #2 will effect you in 2,3 maybe 10 or 20 years but there is still a slight effect from it. And us muslims are prohibited from harming ourselves in any kinds of ways so it is better to avoid it. Or our ibadah will not be accepted for 40 days but that is for one drop of alcohol, what about a gulp? nauzubillah.
Moreover, if you don't feel good about it then that will become the more of a reason for you.
But what I really wanted to point out is this:
Be careful of what you share. Especially if it is about our belief.
Nowadays I see too many posts regarding Islam and things that we normally do as a muslim like reciting dua before and after eating and much more, and some says that is bid'ah, this is not sunnah, these are some made up things and such and such..
And now I don't know what to believe anymore, so I just stick to what I think are legit.
It is not wrong to seek knowledge, but make sure that you analyze it, understand it by heart, and ask for higher opinion from certified people, and after you are 500% sure about it, then only can your tell it to people. After that if people ask you questions, you can answer it like dodging a bullet in matrix, but if you can't, then tell them the truth that 'I don't know any further than that'.
And also, after sharing some article etc, please describe in detail what you think about it and don't just post it there and tell us to figure it out ourselves because that is too damn of you dude, too damn. Cliffhanger scumbag. Because like the case mentioned above, there are two kinds of people who will read it and take it to their own understandings;
1) People who still strongly believe that alcohol is not permissible
2) People who think that they might be allowed to consume alcohol according to certain circumstances
So be careful, because this is kinda like water ripple effect. The more it spreads, the less information it will receive and when it reached the outer end, the people there will conclude that alcohol in Japan can actually be consumed. Who knows?
Again, be careful. And choose either you want to be Confucius, who leads people to think about a thought, or just to be plain confusing.
Friday
Apologies.
Assalamualaikum.
You should probably know that when I use that kind of font then it is suppose to be a letter.
As this song portrayed much of my emotion right now,
all the highlighted places are for a purpose.
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I know I let you down, didn't I?
So many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me
Well I'm just a slave unto the night
Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me
Remember when I broke you down to tears
I know I took the path that you would never want from me
I gave you hell through all the years
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
Would I come running home to you
I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth
There's YOU in everything I do
Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me
Remember when I broke you down to tears
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I gave you hell through all the years
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
Don't tell me that I'm wrong
I've walked that road before
And left you on your own
And please believe them when they say
That it's left for yesterday
And the records that I've played
Please forgive me for all I've done
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
You should probably know that when I use that kind of font then it is suppose to be a letter.
As this song portrayed much of my emotion right now,
all the highlighted places are for a purpose.
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I know I let you down, didn't I?
So many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me
Well I'm just a slave unto the night
Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me
Remember when I broke you down to tears
I know I took the path that you would never want from me
I gave you hell through all the years
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
Would I come running home to you
I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth
There's YOU in everything I do
Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me
Remember when I broke you down to tears
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I gave you hell through all the years
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
Don't tell me that I'm wrong
I've walked that road before
And left you on your own
And please believe them when they say
That it's left for yesterday
And the records that I've played
Please forgive me for all I've done
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
So I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
I, I bet my life, I bet my life
I bet my life on you
Monday
SUZ (1)
Assalamualaikum.
This series will be entitled Surat Untuk Z,
just like the protagonist in Tenggelamnya Kapal Van der Wijck,
but this one is a different person with a different persona,
someone I knew, but dearly miss.
I will try to write this whenever I had my mind bothered over something,
and tell this person(s),
just as a way to express it better.
Ke hadapan Z,
This series will be entitled Surat Untuk Z,
just like the protagonist in Tenggelamnya Kapal Van der Wijck,
but this one is a different person with a different persona,
someone I knew, but dearly miss.
I will try to write this whenever I had my mind bothered over something,
and tell this person(s),
just as a way to express it better.
Somewhere In October 2015
I dunno where to start.
It has been a long time and we haven't spoken or met or texted and this somehow feel so awkward in so many ways.
It is a dreadful thing to know someone for so many years but ended up being strangers in just a matter of seconds.
Phewh. Let me start again.
Ke hadapan Z,
Apa khabar?
Yang Benar,
A
Tuesday
Hard Life.
Assalamualaikum.
I just started a part time job recently. It has been 6 days including today, and yes I am so new to this working environment.
Basically I signed up for inserting these sticks of rice (looks more like pulut panggang in Malaysia, but with no fillings and is not wrapped in and it looks crispier) inside a packet and there are various kinds. A packet of 3,4 or 5. But I have done not just that.
My place of work is in a small factory and is situated near the paddy field so you can figure out where it can easily gets the source of rice and alｌ. Other than filling the packet, I am assigned to other kinds of work as well. Like putting the sealed packets into boxes or baskets or this huge tray and the latter is the dreadful one because this tray consists of 20 pieces and I had to lay all the packaging in order. The packet of 5 is the easiest, but the packet of 3 is hell. But I am starting to get used to it (i hope) so I think I can manage it, soon.
Other than that are like sealing boxes, put sticker on packets, arrange boxes in the store, taking out the trash and such. Ahah. My part time job is from 4 to 8. IN THE MORNING. haha meant to emphasize that. So yeah. My biological clock will start to deteriorate around 6 in the evening but I need to perform Isyak first which is around 7 so like routinely I will sleep at 8 p.m, which is 7 p.m in Malaysia, just so I can get that beauty sleep of mine. Muahahah
As I am in my final year and Alhamdulillah had passed all the required classes (credits) to graduate, now I only need to do my research, write that darn thesis, and do my final presentation before I am officially graduated, InsyaAllah. That is why I decided to involve myself with something to make my life busier? Haha no. You see, apart from getting additional money, the benefits of it is gaining experience and knowing the truth about working my ass off just for a sum of money. Now I know what does the peribahasa [Titik Peluh] meant. I sweat myself to the point of dehydrated haha And as I will be working in a factory environment starting April next year InsyaAllah, I think this is a good preparation for me as well. Although the field of work is totally different but hey, money can't buy experience dude. So I hope I will be well prepared for the upcoming environment. (Besides, I didn't intern for anything which was a waste so maybe this could cover it up?)
Ouh.
What did I get what did I get from this short period of labour? Pain in the ass. Haha joke joke.
I should list it out. But mind you, this is my first time working, and you readers may have more experience than me and taste the salt earlier so forgive me for my childish rant haha so here I go; ps: this list came out randomly and are not according to any sequences.
1. Sincerity, honesty
Make sure to follow all the working guidelines that has been told including the recess time (which is only 5mins and that is to perform Subuh prayer!), the procedures in entering the working area, pour all your heart out for the work and InsyaAllah it will become easier (or just imagine the new watch you would buy with the salary that you have in mind haha), correctly count the packaging and make sure to tell the manager of what's bothering you (mistakenly punch the card or in need of holidays) and renew your intentions everyday (make sure it is pure!). On top of that, always do your work as if you are really eligible to earn the money, so do your best for it. Alongside that, do pray for the barakah of it okay?
2. The difference of teaching and educating
Teaching is just a teacher telling a student to do this and that while they stood far and watch whereas educating is a person showing us how to do something, then do along with us, then wait until we already have a hang of it, and after they are sure that we can do it alone, they leave us be and will give an occasional visit (help) when we are in trouble. Oh my, Nisak. You've learnt this in DnT, how can you forget??? haih and this is all just a revision of human relations and I am currently in practical.
3. Respect
To the manager or the authorities, always give a warm smile and excuse them for their shouts and screams because humans do make faults and you of all human are not excluded. Because deep down they are good humans too and because they don't acknowledge about the infinity limit of patience, forgive them instead and try your very best on the next day. Don't quit. You are not a quitter unless if they fire you T.T greet them morning when you see them first, and bid them farewell when you finish your shift last. Reply politely to all of their babble even if you don't understand a thing. (haha)
4. Attentive
As slow as sloth as you are, do learn to improve. Yes, it takes time to be a pro but that is not a valid excuse for the 10th time. Ordinary people should get used to what they are doing by the 4th time, so, learn, practice or do whatever you can to be a fast learner. The industry doesn't need people with high CGPA or your numerous dean's list awards, it needs people who can quickly blends in with the surroundings. The faster your pace, the faster you can get to the top. (Although I cannot be sure which top would you end up with) Discover your own self and focus on every instruction until the very tiniest one. Might be that the smallest details can give a great impact.
5. Flexibility
You won't stay on the same tasks every single day. There will always be something else to do. So you have to train your mind and body on how to be a multitask-er and can focus on doing your job even when talking. And working hours, they might asked you to come during your off-day but oh well, what can you do? They need your help and you need the experience (read:money) which is symbiotically legit so what's holding you?
6. Gratitude
For them understanding that human bodies have their ups and downs and allowing extra minutes of rest after the body had reached its exhausted limits. And for Allah who makes it easier for us to perform our prayers in a non-believer surrounding sure is the best blessing of all. May Allah will also open up their hearts bit by bit by seeing our devotion to You.
But the ultimate realization that hit me straight to the kokoro is the fact that waking up to get to work is easier than waking up to meet Allah. This is the hardest lesson. T.T May you readers and I will istiqamah in our own ways of mujahadah InsyaAlah.
And may I survive this whole 3 months of part-time job!
I just started a part time job recently. It has been 6 days including today, and yes I am so new to this working environment.
Basically I signed up for inserting these sticks of rice (looks more like pulut panggang in Malaysia, but with no fillings and is not wrapped in and it looks crispier) inside a packet and there are various kinds. A packet of 3,4 or 5. But I have done not just that.
My place of work is in a small factory and is situated near the paddy field so you can figure out where it can easily gets the source of rice and alｌ. Other than filling the packet, I am assigned to other kinds of work as well. Like putting the sealed packets into boxes or baskets or this huge tray and the latter is the dreadful one because this tray consists of 20 pieces and I had to lay all the packaging in order. The packet of 5 is the easiest, but the packet of 3 is hell. But I am starting to get used to it (i hope) so I think I can manage it, soon.
Other than that are like sealing boxes, put sticker on packets, arrange boxes in the store, taking out the trash and such. Ahah. My part time job is from 4 to 8. IN THE MORNING. haha meant to emphasize that. So yeah. My biological clock will start to deteriorate around 6 in the evening but I need to perform Isyak first which is around 7 so like routinely I will sleep at 8 p.m, which is 7 p.m in Malaysia, just so I can get that beauty sleep of mine. Muahahah
As I am in my final year and Alhamdulillah had passed all the required classes (credits) to graduate, now I only need to do my research, write that darn thesis, and do my final presentation before I am officially graduated, InsyaAllah. That is why I decided to involve myself with something to make my life busier? Haha no. You see, apart from getting additional money, the benefits of it is gaining experience and knowing the truth about working my ass off just for a sum of money. Now I know what does the peribahasa [Titik Peluh] meant. I sweat myself to the point of dehydrated haha And as I will be working in a factory environment starting April next year InsyaAllah, I think this is a good preparation for me as well. Although the field of work is totally different but hey, money can't buy experience dude. So I hope I will be well prepared for the upcoming environment. (Besides, I didn't intern for anything which was a waste so maybe this could cover it up?)
Ouh.
What did I get what did I get from this short period of labour? Pain in the ass. Haha joke joke.
I should list it out. But mind you, this is my first time working, and you readers may have more experience than me and taste the salt earlier so forgive me for my childish rant haha so here I go; ps: this list came out randomly and are not according to any sequences.
1. Sincerity, honesty
Make sure to follow all the working guidelines that has been told including the recess time (which is only 5mins and that is to perform Subuh prayer!), the procedures in entering the working area, pour all your heart out for the work and InsyaAllah it will become easier (or just imagine the new watch you would buy with the salary that you have in mind haha), correctly count the packaging and make sure to tell the manager of what's bothering you (mistakenly punch the card or in need of holidays) and renew your intentions everyday (make sure it is pure!). On top of that, always do your work as if you are really eligible to earn the money, so do your best for it. Alongside that, do pray for the barakah of it okay?
2. The difference of teaching and educating
Teaching is just a teacher telling a student to do this and that while they stood far and watch whereas educating is a person showing us how to do something, then do along with us, then wait until we already have a hang of it, and after they are sure that we can do it alone, they leave us be and will give an occasional visit (help) when we are in trouble. Oh my, Nisak. You've learnt this in DnT, how can you forget??? haih and this is all just a revision of human relations and I am currently in practical.
3. Respect
To the manager or the authorities, always give a warm smile and excuse them for their shouts and screams because humans do make faults and you of all human are not excluded. Because deep down they are good humans too and because they don't acknowledge about the infinity limit of patience, forgive them instead and try your very best on the next day. Don't quit. You are not a quitter unless if they fire you T.T greet them morning when you see them first, and bid them farewell when you finish your shift last. Reply politely to all of their babble even if you don't understand a thing. (haha)
4. Attentive
As slow as sloth as you are, do learn to improve. Yes, it takes time to be a pro but that is not a valid excuse for the 10th time. Ordinary people should get used to what they are doing by the 4th time, so, learn, practice or do whatever you can to be a fast learner. The industry doesn't need people with high CGPA or your numerous dean's list awards, it needs people who can quickly blends in with the surroundings. The faster your pace, the faster you can get to the top. (Although I cannot be sure which top would you end up with) Discover your own self and focus on every instruction until the very tiniest one. Might be that the smallest details can give a great impact.
5. Flexibility
You won't stay on the same tasks every single day. There will always be something else to do. So you have to train your mind and body on how to be a multitask-er and can focus on doing your job even when talking. And working hours, they might asked you to come during your off-day but oh well, what can you do? They need your help and you need the experience (read:money) which is symbiotically legit so what's holding you?
6. Gratitude
For them understanding that human bodies have their ups and downs and allowing extra minutes of rest after the body had reached its exhausted limits. And for Allah who makes it easier for us to perform our prayers in a non-believer surrounding sure is the best blessing of all. May Allah will also open up their hearts bit by bit by seeing our devotion to You.
But the ultimate realization that hit me straight to the kokoro is the fact that waking up to get to work is easier than waking up to meet Allah. This is the hardest lesson. T.T May you readers and I will istiqamah in our own ways of mujahadah InsyaAlah.
And may I survive this whole 3 months of part-time job!
Monday
Rebelling mind.
Assalamualaikum.
It's the time when I just wanted to balled up in my hard bed and hide away in the warmth of my blanket,
When my sanity screams that I go out somewhere and soak myself in the sun and let the light reach the deepest, darkest corner of my soul.
It's the time when I just wanted stay at home not meeting anyone and be the lonely wolf that changes into a werewolf every time the moon is the brightest,
When I longed for those catch-up session with those limited numbers of people that I missed and my face would beamed with delight that would lasted for a month.
It's the time when I had had enough of being a good girl and wanted to be a total reckless jerk just to feel how is it like to be hate by all,
When my conscious knew that I can never even smack a cockroach till it burst without crying over the misdeed I would be doing and that I would drown in my own oblivion if I knew someone hated me to death.
It's the time when I hoped that I have chosen a different path of life so I can do something other than what I am doing now,
When my belief reminded me to always be grateful on what I have and to accept that whatever road that we are on had been decided since before we were born.
Bipolar disorder. Anxiety. Depression.
Don't let it get into your head. Maybe you don't have it but your brain make you think like you suffer from it.
And here I am consoling myself with my contradict-self.
Maybe I should get myself a psychiatrist.
It's the time when I just wanted to balled up in my hard bed and hide away in the warmth of my blanket,
When my sanity screams that I go out somewhere and soak myself in the sun and let the light reach the deepest, darkest corner of my soul.
It's the time when I just wanted stay at home not meeting anyone and be the lonely wolf that changes into a werewolf every time the moon is the brightest,
When I longed for those catch-up session with those limited numbers of people that I missed and my face would beamed with delight that would lasted for a month.
It's the time when I had had enough of being a good girl and wanted to be a total reckless jerk just to feel how is it like to be hate by all,
When my conscious knew that I can never even smack a cockroach till it burst without crying over the misdeed I would be doing and that I would drown in my own oblivion if I knew someone hated me to death.
It's the time when I hoped that I have chosen a different path of life so I can do something other than what I am doing now,
When my belief reminded me to always be grateful on what I have and to accept that whatever road that we are on had been decided since before we were born.
Bipolar disorder. Anxiety. Depression.
Don't let it get into your head. Maybe you don't have it but your brain make you think like you suffer from it.
And here I am consoling myself with my contradict-self.
Maybe I should get myself a psychiatrist.
Wednesday
Tough Love?
Assalamualaikum.
Being a student who will be graduating soon, InsyaAllah, I am stuck in a road branching to two paths;
a) pursue a higher education
b) get a job
As the requirement to elevate myself in terms of knowledge is not on par with how my CGPA reads, I chose to settle with the 2nd choice, and Alhamdulillah I have secured a job not too far from my parent's home, which is lucky because I won't be paying rent and bills and I can do some saving from there.
Or so I thought.
You see, my parents are hmm how do I describe them? Conventional but requires high maintenance? Hmm still sounded wrong. But read along and let's see how does it go and hope that I can figure out what they are, eventually.
I update my parents about how my life is going like, consistently. Sometimes we Skype way past normal people, like 6 hours or more, 10% of it is for conversing normally but the remaining is usually for just watching them watch the television.
So they knew about my interviews and when I told them I was offered a job, they, like how parents all over the world would, happy about it. And I was ecstatic, for already having a job long before I graduated.
And then they asked about my salary.
So I told them it's not much, but for a fresh graduate, that sum of money is pretty standard (or so I thought). It is my first job, my first experience in the career world, so I don't mind much about the pay. I just want to get to know the 'real world' and enjoy what I get from my hard work. A friend of mine said, 'It's your first job, don't be so picky about it'. And I don't.
But my parents does.
Instead of being grateful that I will take shelter under their wings WITH money in my hands, and that I am DOING something instead of fooling around and devour all their belongings, they dismissed me by saying how not relevant it is that I am getting that much during this time because that amount equals to the standard starting salary 10 years ago.
I can get more, with my oversea degree and my qualifications, they said.
The thing is, I have an elder brother who is the most successful among us 5 siblings. He has a half a million worth house in the center of KK, own 4 cars (two of them are Audi), an executive in a well-known company, and a 5-digit salary. He's 40+ years old and had worked for half of his life.
And they compared me to him when the only similarity that we have is that he is currently holding the same degree as what I am currently pursuing. This is so one-sided that the amount of prejudice in this matter is inexplicable.
Like all parents, they want the best for us. They want us to achieve more than what the get. They want us to be more successful and won't have to endure all the hardships that they have been through. I acknowledge that and I am thankful for what they have done to me just to get me to where I am now.
That is why they expect the highest from me.
But I want it to be a two-way kind relationship. I want their support in everything I do. Instead of bashing me to make me go further, I also want the occasional nod of them being proud for what I have achieved so that when I am taking another big step and turn around for encouragement, I can still see them smiling at me with pride, ushering me to go on and do what I want to do best.
And maybe, just maybe, by seeing that scene, taking a leap won't even be a problem to me.
Being a student who will be graduating soon, InsyaAllah, I am stuck in a road branching to two paths;
a) pursue a higher education
b) get a job
As the requirement to elevate myself in terms of knowledge is not on par with how my CGPA reads, I chose to settle with the 2nd choice, and Alhamdulillah I have secured a job not too far from my parent's home, which is lucky because I won't be paying rent and bills and I can do some saving from there.
Or so I thought.
You see, my parents are hmm how do I describe them? Conventional but requires high maintenance? Hmm still sounded wrong. But read along and let's see how does it go and hope that I can figure out what they are, eventually.
I update my parents about how my life is going like, consistently. Sometimes we Skype way past normal people, like 6 hours or more, 10% of it is for conversing normally but the remaining is usually for just watching them watch the television.
So they knew about my interviews and when I told them I was offered a job, they, like how parents all over the world would, happy about it. And I was ecstatic, for already having a job long before I graduated.
And then they asked about my salary.
So I told them it's not much, but for a fresh graduate, that sum of money is pretty standard (or so I thought). It is my first job, my first experience in the career world, so I don't mind much about the pay. I just want to get to know the 'real world' and enjoy what I get from my hard work. A friend of mine said, 'It's your first job, don't be so picky about it'. And I don't.
But my parents does.
Instead of being grateful that I will take shelter under their wings WITH money in my hands, and that I am DOING something instead of fooling around and devour all their belongings, they dismissed me by saying how not relevant it is that I am getting that much during this time because that amount equals to the standard starting salary 10 years ago.
I can get more, with my oversea degree and my qualifications, they said.
The thing is, I have an elder brother who is the most successful among us 5 siblings. He has a half a million worth house in the center of KK, own 4 cars (two of them are Audi), an executive in a well-known company, and a 5-digit salary. He's 40+ years old and had worked for half of his life.
And they compared me to him when the only similarity that we have is that he is currently holding the same degree as what I am currently pursuing. This is so one-sided that the amount of prejudice in this matter is inexplicable.
Like all parents, they want the best for us. They want us to achieve more than what the get. They want us to be more successful and won't have to endure all the hardships that they have been through. I acknowledge that and I am thankful for what they have done to me just to get me to where I am now.
That is why they expect the highest from me.
But I want it to be a two-way kind relationship. I want their support in everything I do. Instead of bashing me to make me go further, I also want the occasional nod of them being proud for what I have achieved so that when I am taking another big step and turn around for encouragement, I can still see them smiling at me with pride, ushering me to go on and do what I want to do best.
And maybe, just maybe, by seeing that scene, taking a leap won't even be a problem to me.
Sunday
Aneh di tengah2 kebiasaan.
Assalamualaikum.
Pada suatu hari, aku dan teman sepengajian mengambil kata putus untuk melarikan diri dari kelesuan makmal dan berlibur kayak cuti musim panas sudah bermula.
Sudahnya kami ke pantai.
Mereka dengan seluar paras lutut bersahaja.
Mereka dengan bikini bertelanjang bersahaja.
Mereka berjemur sinaran UV membaca buku bersahaja.
Ceritanya, sedang berborak rancak sambil menjilat aiskrim di tengah panas yang melelahkan, tidak semena melarat hingga ke bab aku bertudung, setelah salah seorang daripada mereka berkata;
Ini kan musim panas?
Sudah penat aku menafi dalam persoalan mereka mengenai efek suhu persekitaran yang terangterangan menjadi lebih tinggi dengan pakaian yang aku kenakan.
Sudah penat aku mendengar mereka mengomel [Panas..Panas..] sambil mengibas sana mengipas sini padahal memakai baju senipis kulit bawang.
Sudah penat aku menolak cadangan mereka untuk mencuba berlengan pendek atau berskirt paras lutut bagi mengadaptasikan diriku dengan cuaca yang membahang.
Inikan musim panas?
Alahai, cuma sahaja kalau kau tahu.
Dan sampai sehingga ke bahagian yang paling aku gerunkan. Mereka bertanya perihal rambut ku. Panjangkah? Pendekkkah?
Lalu aku bermain dengan neuron mereka, sekadar menunda masa, untuk aku mencari jawaban yang sesuai.
Kau pikir bagaimana?
Umm. Panjang. Kerana kerudungmu panjang jadi imejku terhadapmu begitu.
Aku kalut.
Kalau aku katakan aku botak? Kau percaya?
Eh?? Ye ke? Jadi semua yang bertudung itu botak?
Tidak. Aku bergurau sahaja.
Dan aku melepaskan tawa yang kecil, dengan harapan semoga dilupakan sahaja persoalan itu.
Jadi yang benarnya bagaimana?
Ah. Celaka kau. Masih belum berinjak dari situ.
Haaa. Perasaan ingin tahumu membuak2 bukan? Jawapannya. Rahsia.
Jadi kau tidak boleh bagitahu informasi sebegitu?
Boleh. Tapi hanya kepada keluargaku, suamiku, gadis yang seagama dengan ku. Tapi jikalau gadis yang sepertimu, dia harus berjanji tidak akan memberitahumu, kerana nanti rahsia itu terbongkar. Ini ketetapan dari agamaku.
Salah seorang berpendapat;
Sama ada pujian atau perlian, aku tidak tahu. Pedulikan
Terharu.
Kerana aku terdidik untuk merasa izzah (baca:bangga) dengan agamaku, kerana ini sahaja yang akan kubawa selepas usiaku berakhir.
Kalau orang luar bisa menampakkan aku seperti itu, Alhamdulillah. Jangan kau biar aku lari dari jalan yang lurus ini Ya Tuhan.
Padahal aku rasa diri ini masih jauh, tetapi seolah-olah Dia mengingatkan aku pada hari yang terik itu,
"Jangan peduli mereka melihat kau yang aneh2, Aku melihatmu apa adanya.Nah, aku ilhamkan dia ini untuk menyatakan kepadamu"
Kerana
Sebak. Terima kasih Tuhan.
Dan aku boleh sahaja memberi mereka perumpamaan, gulagula yang tertutup dan gulagula yang terbiarterbuka, mana satu yang akan kau ambil dari tanganku?
Kerana hadiah yang terbuka itu jelas milik orang lain, kau tentu akan memilih yang masih elok berbungkus bukan? Kerana eksaitmen menerima hadiah itu lahir daripada dua situasi, perasaan semasa mencarik robek hadiah yang dibungkus rapi, dan perasaan mengetahui jawapan disebalik lapisan opaque tadi. Jawapannye terserah sama ada kau suka atau tidak, puas atau kecewa. Yang penting perasaan yang mendatangkan rama2 berterbangan mengisi perut, bukan?
Tapi tidak. Kerana aku tahu manusia sepertinya tidak suka bila dirinya diibaratkan sebarangan. Kerana ego mereka tinggi, dan mereka rasa dirinya sudah serbaserbi cukup.
Aku harus mencari kaedah lain.
Ya, itu mesti. Dalam tempoh yang berbaki sedikit ini. Mudahmudahan dengan izin Allah, mungkin bukan tempiasnya dari aku, mungkin daripada orang lain, tetapi takkan ku berhenti berdoa kepadanya untuk tetapkan pasakku padaNya, dan memberi kamu dan kamu dan kamu hidayahNya.
Pada suatu hari, aku dan teman sepengajian mengambil kata putus untuk melarikan diri dari kelesuan makmal dan berlibur kayak cuti musim panas sudah bermula.
Sudahnya kami ke pantai.
Mereka dengan seluar paras lutut bersahaja.
Mereka dengan bikini bertelanjang bersahaja.
Mereka berjemur sinaran UV membaca buku bersahaja.
Ceritanya, sedang berborak rancak sambil menjilat aiskrim di tengah panas yang melelahkan, tidak semena melarat hingga ke bab aku bertudung, setelah salah seorang daripada mereka berkata;
「みんな珍しく二サを見る」Kerana seorang perempuan itu obvious dipandang lain pabila kau menutup rapat tubuhmu di lapangan kelompok yang dengan jelas lebih selesa dalam kenuditian.
-semua tengok Nisa dengan aneh2-
Ini kan musim panas?
Sudah penat aku menafi dalam persoalan mereka mengenai efek suhu persekitaran yang terangterangan menjadi lebih tinggi dengan pakaian yang aku kenakan.
Sudah penat aku mendengar mereka mengomel [Panas..Panas..] sambil mengibas sana mengipas sini padahal memakai baju senipis kulit bawang.
Sudah penat aku menolak cadangan mereka untuk mencuba berlengan pendek atau berskirt paras lutut bagi mengadaptasikan diriku dengan cuaca yang membahang.
Inikan musim panas?
Alahai, cuma sahaja kalau kau tahu.
Dan sampai sehingga ke bahagian yang paling aku gerunkan. Mereka bertanya perihal rambut ku. Panjangkah? Pendekkkah?
Lalu aku bermain dengan neuron mereka, sekadar menunda masa, untuk aku mencari jawaban yang sesuai.
Kau pikir bagaimana?
Umm. Panjang. Kerana kerudungmu panjang jadi imejku terhadapmu begitu.
Aku kalut.
Kalau aku katakan aku botak? Kau percaya?
Eh?? Ye ke? Jadi semua yang bertudung itu botak?
Tidak. Aku bergurau sahaja.
Dan aku melepaskan tawa yang kecil, dengan harapan semoga dilupakan sahaja persoalan itu.
Jadi yang benarnya bagaimana?
Ah. Celaka kau. Masih belum berinjak dari situ.
Haaa. Perasaan ingin tahumu membuak2 bukan? Jawapannya. Rahsia.
Jadi kau tidak boleh bagitahu informasi sebegitu?
Boleh. Tapi hanya kepada keluargaku, suamiku, gadis yang seagama dengan ku. Tapi jikalau gadis yang sepertimu, dia harus berjanji tidak akan memberitahumu, kerana nanti rahsia itu terbongkar. Ini ketetapan dari agamaku.
Salah seorang berpendapat;
「二サは宗教力強いね。」Terdiam.
-Nisa ni sangat menjaga agama ek-
Sama ada pujian atau perlian, aku tidak tahu. Pedulikan
Terharu.
Kerana aku terdidik untuk merasa izzah (baca:bangga) dengan agamaku, kerana ini sahaja yang akan kubawa selepas usiaku berakhir.
Kalau orang luar bisa menampakkan aku seperti itu, Alhamdulillah. Jangan kau biar aku lari dari jalan yang lurus ini Ya Tuhan.
Padahal aku rasa diri ini masih jauh, tetapi seolah-olah Dia mengingatkan aku pada hari yang terik itu,
"Jangan peduli mereka melihat kau yang aneh2, Aku melihatmu apa adanya.Nah, aku ilhamkan dia ini untuk menyatakan kepadamu"
Kerana
Kau janjikan begitu, bukan?'Islam itu datang dalam keadaan asing, dan ia akan kembali dalam keadaan asing, maka beruntunglah orangorang yang terasing itu'-Hadis Riwayat Muslim-
Sebak. Terima kasih Tuhan.
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Kerana hadiah yang terbuka itu jelas milik orang lain, kau tentu akan memilih yang masih elok berbungkus bukan? Kerana eksaitmen menerima hadiah itu lahir daripada dua situasi, perasaan semasa mencarik robek hadiah yang dibungkus rapi, dan perasaan mengetahui jawapan disebalik lapisan opaque tadi. Jawapannye terserah sama ada kau suka atau tidak, puas atau kecewa. Yang penting perasaan yang mendatangkan rama2 berterbangan mengisi perut, bukan?
Tapi tidak. Kerana aku tahu manusia sepertinya tidak suka bila dirinya diibaratkan sebarangan. Kerana ego mereka tinggi, dan mereka rasa dirinya sudah serbaserbi cukup.
Aku harus mencari kaedah lain.
Ya, itu mesti. Dalam tempoh yang berbaki sedikit ini. Mudahmudahan dengan izin Allah, mungkin bukan tempiasnya dari aku, mungkin daripada orang lain, tetapi takkan ku berhenti berdoa kepadanya untuk tetapkan pasakku padaNya, dan memberi kamu dan kamu dan kamu hidayahNya.
Monday
Watertight vessel.
Assalamualaikum.
I clearly don't know how to describe how I am very much agree with this thought, but then, I remembered about a Japanese proverb which goes like this, "Everyone carries two faces in their whole life, one for showing it to other people, and one is for themselves."
And I was like, the saying about 'two face person' actually applies to everyone.
Being out and about, meeting people in parties or posting pictures in social media, doesn't always shows the true form of you. You dress up well, all those out-of-date attires goes to welfare or end up as trash; poses in front of the camera, the once you like goes public, the ones you hate ends up deleted. If life is Facebook then whatever you show people is for the sake of receiving 'likes' from them. Even better if the amount of people who have 'seen' your status is directly proportional to the amount of 'likes' that you get.
Then being at home all alone, in your worn out t-shirt and weeks of unwashed pants, eating lasagna out of the fridge without bother heating it, hair undone, without caring anything about how indecent you are right now, sits in front of your laptop absorbing yourself in those social sites. Scrolling.. Judging.. Scrolling..
You appeared to people in how they wanted to see you. Not how you wanted them to know you.
But then again, if you were asked, how well did you know yourself? The correct way to answer this question is by asking your close friends what did they think about yourself. Because you don't realized how do you actmost of the time all of the time and you don't always see yourself. Your emotions your behavior your face your body languages... And it is unfair. For the fact that you cannot judge yourself but others can, and for the fact that you yourself doesn't even know who you are. But isn't that what we always do nowadays? Judging people instead of judging ourselves, thinking that yourself is far more exceptional yada yada yada. That is because we don't even know ourselves well and we don't see ourselves well.
Fun fact: One person who will never see you in person is yourself. The mirror is just a reflecting tool and you just see an image of yourself, not the real you.
Somehow, using I is no longer justifiable. i seems more reasonable.
So when one of those time comes, the unwanted moment i.e tragedy or disaster, one will surely breaks down, and that is the time we know about their true colors. Like the watertight vessel metaphor, once it starts to crack the ends become inevitable. And when you also suffers a crack, then everything comes in and out simultaneously, like an exchange of water or air, balancing each other to stay afloat. You me and i you. We started to share stories, information, mostly honesty rather than fibbing. We see each other in our best and worst days and that is when we see face-to-face.
That is when we don't care about the world anymore. It is just us against the world.
"Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen - these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."
- an excerpt from [Paper Towns] by John Green, a book that I read recently,When I came across this part, it hits me like, maybe the moment when Archimedes shouted "Eureka!" when he determined the purity of gold, or when I cursed in Greek for realizing I haven't paid the monthly bill and it is waaay past the allocated time.
I clearly don't know how to describe how I am very much agree with this thought, but then, I remembered about a Japanese proverb which goes like this, "Everyone carries two faces in their whole life, one for showing it to other people, and one is for themselves."
And I was like, the saying about 'two face person' actually applies to everyone.
Being out and about, meeting people in parties or posting pictures in social media, doesn't always shows the true form of you. You dress up well, all those out-of-date attires goes to welfare or end up as trash; poses in front of the camera, the once you like goes public, the ones you hate ends up deleted. If life is Facebook then whatever you show people is for the sake of receiving 'likes' from them. Even better if the amount of people who have 'seen' your status is directly proportional to the amount of 'likes' that you get.
Then being at home all alone, in your worn out t-shirt and weeks of unwashed pants, eating lasagna out of the fridge without bother heating it, hair undone, without caring anything about how indecent you are right now, sits in front of your laptop absorbing yourself in those social sites. Scrolling.. Judging.. Scrolling..
You appeared to people in how they wanted to see you. Not how you wanted them to know you.
But then again, if you were asked, how well did you know yourself? The correct way to answer this question is by asking your close friends what did they think about yourself. Because you don't realized how do you act
Fun fact: One person who will never see you in person is yourself. The mirror is just a reflecting tool and you just see an image of yourself, not the real you.
Somehow, using I is no longer justifiable. i seems more reasonable.
So when one of those time comes, the unwanted moment i.e tragedy or disaster, one will surely breaks down, and that is the time we know about their true colors. Like the watertight vessel metaphor, once it starts to crack the ends become inevitable. And when you also suffers a crack, then everything comes in and out simultaneously, like an exchange of water or air, balancing each other to stay afloat. You me and i you. We started to share stories, information, mostly honesty rather than fibbing. We see each other in our best and worst days and that is when we see face-to-face.
That is when we don't care about the world anymore. It is just us against the world.
Wednesday
5 years of Hallucination.
Assalamualaikum.
Here I am having so much to ramble about, but, being those introvert-ish one makes it hard for me to smoothly voice out all my thoughts because there are so many things piled up in my head and while being a bit of a hoarder myself, tidying and organizing are not my best values. And yes, those applies to the thoughts in your head too. That is why I cannot be a speaker, or debater, or much less a teacher because words that formed in my mind evaporates as soon as it reached my lips.
Phew. That was quite a mumble jumble.
So, my high school friends held a mini-reunion just recently in the spirit of celebrating Ramadhan together and to reminisce the fond memories we had during the 5 years period of us staying there. Yes, it is a boarding school and yes, they stayed overnight there. And yes, I cannot join them.
Funny thing was, when I was a student there I was so occupied with the thought of being held in a prison (quite a comfy prison); sometimes I pretended that all of us are living in an asylum but having to be injected with hallucination, we are trained to imagine that we are having classes and all sorts of activity to pass the day. It become more obvious with all the strict rules and regulations, sometimes-a-little-bit scary wardens, 2 layers of fences with piercing thorny-thing, and numerous rounding from the security guards. (maybe I'm the only sane person there) But most of the times, I pretended that I am a character in Harry Potter, and that place is Hogwarts; scratch that, more to Beaubaxtons (because it's a girl school) because we have this 4 houses and it was like Cold War before the Quidditch [read: Sports Day], and I hated it. The house spirit is so frightening that I pretended to be in high house spirit most of the time, just to save my own neck. Oooh yes. The merit and demerit thing makes it more like HP series. I don't remember which one do I score most. Guys, I grew up with HP stories. In fact, we grew up together but in a different time zone and I guess that what makes my living there a bit bearable.
So the thought of going back and reliving the memoir of the school after I managed to escape, (yep, escape. not graduate) (after excruciatingly planning the break for 5 years) had never occurred to me before. Yes, if you are coming to visit someone you know that that is plausible. You're visiting someone (a sane one, just as I am so I can pass down the prison-break secret), not reminiscing something. To the seniors who came back and spend the Ramadhan there during my staying there, I highly apologized because there is not a single pleasant thoughts that came across my mind at that moment. You girls had had your freedom, why waste it by coming back here? You can munch on all the scrumptious food outside, why did you still want to take a bite from this slightly-ok food? Whyy oh whyy. ( I was such an ungrateful b-word at that time)
The matrons, and the wardens [read: teachers] always told us that we might hate the lifestyle we had in there, but once we got out, we will miss it and will surely wanted to come back to experience it once more.
I was like, no mam, that is a lie you made up just to make us feel good about ourselves. There is no way will I want to go back to this living hell.
Boy I was right. And wrong at the same time.
You see, all the years of pretending, have somehow backfired. Unknowingly I have become somehow accustomed to those routines that I have been told to practiced every single day for those lengthy years. My house colour, which I hated before, had slowly become the shades that surrounded my environment, I used more product now compared to the day where I was in the slimy-kid [read: budak hingusan] phase, and I will solemnly swear that after all this year, I have always been a high house spirit person, always. {quoted from Professor Snape}
About coming back to school, now that I have figured out that the insane one was probably just me, I have reached to a feeling that yes, fellow matrons and wardens, you are correct by saying that I will want to come back and do it all over again. But, I would love to do it all over again with my dear Orions. For that case, a thousand times yes.
I once asked a senior, what makes her strong enough to live there until she reached her final year? "Friends."
A short, and sweet (and a little bit cheesy) answer but now that I looked back, HP was just a story and it just happened in my mind. What makes it bearable, really,are those people who gather around you when you are down, a simple gesture like holding your hands when you are nearly on the edge of giving up and wanted to drop out of school, offers you a hug when you reeeaaaallyyy needed one, and occasionally a surprise hug when you least expecting it, make the joke of the day when you nearly gulp down pills because the day is so stagnant, gave immature advice when you had a bad day, pulls you up and run along with you when you really wanted to drop a few pounds, scolded you like a mom when you did something hasty, laugh at your impossible attempts at making stupid things, cry together, sleep together, play together, shout at each other, .... the lists are endless. But those are the people. Friends.
And the senior was absolutely right.
And Ramadhan, Ramadhan, Ramadhan is near to its end. And by saying that, imagine finding a perfect drop of rain from a heavy downpour; that is how all of us want to find that glimmer of a night worth a thousand nights. So change your 'Ibadah gear to gear 5, (or gear D if your're the auto person), and may Allah guide us to his grace by letting us meet Laylatul Qadr. Amin.
Here I am having so much to ramble about, but, being those introvert-ish one makes it hard for me to smoothly voice out all my thoughts because there are so many things piled up in my head and while being a bit of a hoarder myself, tidying and organizing are not my best values. And yes, those applies to the thoughts in your head too. That is why I cannot be a speaker, or debater, or much less a teacher because words that formed in my mind evaporates as soon as it reached my lips.
Phew. That was quite a mumble jumble.
So, my high school friends held a mini-reunion just recently in the spirit of celebrating Ramadhan together and to reminisce the fond memories we had during the 5 years period of us staying there. Yes, it is a boarding school and yes, they stayed overnight there. And yes, I cannot join them.
Funny thing was, when I was a student there I was so occupied with the thought of being held in a prison (quite a comfy prison); sometimes I pretended that all of us are living in an asylum but having to be injected with hallucination, we are trained to imagine that we are having classes and all sorts of activity to pass the day. It become more obvious with all the strict rules and regulations, sometimes-a-little-bit scary wardens, 2 layers of fences with piercing thorny-thing, and numerous rounding from the security guards. (maybe I'm the only sane person there) But most of the times, I pretended that I am a character in Harry Potter, and that place is Hogwarts; scratch that, more to Beaubaxtons (because it's a girl school) because we have this 4 houses and it was like Cold War before the Quidditch [read: Sports Day], and I hated it. The house spirit is so frightening that I pretended to be in high house spirit most of the time, just to save my own neck. Oooh yes. The merit and demerit thing makes it more like HP series. I don't remember which one do I score most. Guys, I grew up with HP stories. In fact, we grew up together but in a different time zone and I guess that what makes my living there a bit bearable.
So the thought of going back and reliving the memoir of the school after I managed to escape, (yep, escape. not graduate) (after excruciatingly planning the break for 5 years) had never occurred to me before. Yes, if you are coming to visit someone you know that that is plausible. You're visiting someone (a sane one, just as I am so I can pass down the prison-break secret), not reminiscing something. To the seniors who came back and spend the Ramadhan there during my staying there, I highly apologized because there is not a single pleasant thoughts that came across my mind at that moment. You girls had had your freedom, why waste it by coming back here? You can munch on all the scrumptious food outside, why did you still want to take a bite from this slightly-ok food? Whyy oh whyy. ( I was such an ungrateful b-word at that time)
The matrons, and the wardens [read: teachers] always told us that we might hate the lifestyle we had in there, but once we got out, we will miss it and will surely wanted to come back to experience it once more.
I was like, no mam, that is a lie you made up just to make us feel good about ourselves. There is no way will I want to go back to this living hell.
Boy I was right. And wrong at the same time.
You see, all the years of pretending, have somehow backfired. Unknowingly I have become somehow accustomed to those routines that I have been told to practiced every single day for those lengthy years. My house colour, which I hated before, had slowly become the shades that surrounded my environment, I used more product now compared to the day where I was in the slimy-kid [read: budak hingusan] phase, and I will solemnly swear that after all this year, I have always been a high house spirit person, always. {quoted from Professor Snape}
About coming back to school, now that I have figured out that the insane one was probably just me, I have reached to a feeling that yes, fellow matrons and wardens, you are correct by saying that I will want to come back and do it all over again. But, I would love to do it all over again with my dear Orions. For that case, a thousand times yes.
I once asked a senior, what makes her strong enough to live there until she reached her final year? "Friends."
A short, and sweet (and a little bit cheesy) answer but now that I looked back, HP was just a story and it just happened in my mind. What makes it bearable, really,are those people who gather around you when you are down, a simple gesture like holding your hands when you are nearly on the edge of giving up and wanted to drop out of school, offers you a hug when you reeeaaaallyyy needed one, and occasionally a surprise hug when you least expecting it, make the joke of the day when you nearly gulp down pills because the day is so stagnant, gave immature advice when you had a bad day, pulls you up and run along with you when you really wanted to drop a few pounds, scolded you like a mom when you did something hasty, laugh at your impossible attempts at making stupid things, cry together, sleep together, play together, shout at each other, .... the lists are endless. But those are the people. Friends.
And the senior was absolutely right.
And Ramadhan, Ramadhan, Ramadhan is near to its end. And by saying that, imagine finding a perfect drop of rain from a heavy downpour; that is how all of us want to find that glimmer of a night worth a thousand nights. So change your 'Ibadah gear to gear 5, (or gear D if your're the auto person), and may Allah guide us to his grace by letting us meet Laylatul Qadr. Amin.
Continuation of sending your pet(s) home's ABCs
Assalamualaikum.
i would like to continue the unfinished post,
so where were we?
OH. HOORAY!!
near to the end.
Alhamdulillah i had passed mine with flying colours! (as if i can say that haha)
so let me tell you how it was.
here we go.
Fifth Phase.
Before i begin, there is a few thing that need to be reminded. On your pet's cage,
make sure to write down your name and your pet's name, your address, your home
adress, the documents that is attached on the cage, put live animal stickers on each
side of the cage blablabla.
Although there are nice airlines who can/will provide their own airline stickers but for precaution, let's just be prepared well ahead. And make sure your pet(s) get used to the cage beforehand like giving them treats inside the cage, play in it, sleep in it, make them feel that it is safe to be inside the cage. And also, put your unwashed t-shirts in the cage throughout the journey so that they will feel safe. (Awwwwwwww...Pet's are so innocently sweet! >.<) or you can also put a blanket that has your scent on it as an alternative (beli je kat daiso)
Go to AQS office for a check-up. (your pet(s), not you).
As i have scheduled myself for Bruno's check up at 0830 on the day of the flight,
(approximately 2 hours before flight) i planned myself to arrive earlier at the
airport, which was 0400. Because you'll never know when will you get lost and how
long will it be. ha ha ha
The nice thing was, you can explore places that you didn't know about it existence.
Like ususally, airports will only have like 1..... 4 floors that you have access
to, and add more like 2 floors underground for the parking lot. Hoyeah. This is a
secret door opened only on special permissions and because i had a pet carrier with
me, the guards (Yes. Police Guards) kindly opened the door for us. All the noises
from the outside was gone once we're inside, and was replaced with silence that
started to ring in my ears. Check the time. Uh-oh. 0820.
We were on the 3rd floor (departure) and inside that secret door, was another lift
and the AQS is situated in 6th floor. Yep? There's more floor upstairs. So there
we go, walking through the hallways on the 6th floor, finding a doorsign with AQS
in front of it.Aaaaaaaaaaaand there we were. Time. 0825. Phew. still early. And an
uncle comes by, looks at us, and opens the door saying, "Come along".
And we followed.
Inside was just like a regular office. With 2,3 workers inside, juggling papers,
making themselves look like their busy and all. One of them asked me my name.
I answered. And the procedure starts.
He asked me for the Bruno's papers. Give him all of it. ALL. So he checked and
checked, making sure it's the same as those that i have sent him. After everything
was in the right order, another person came, (a doctor, maybe. And mind you, he struck
me as someone who is in some rock band playing the guitar) and shoved us into
another room in the room (roomception) and started checking Bruno. His ears,
heartbeat, eyes,temp, etc. Done with the check up. Next, the officer handed me a paper and i had to sign a waiver or agreement or something as a proof that i have followed all the procedure and that Bruno is allowed to be imported from Japan to Malaysia. Yeayed!
Shucks. Forgot to take the pic of the paper.:(
Oh. And the signed paper (a copied version) must be handed to MAQIS personnel later
so you'll have to keep it well. (I kept it in the tag bag i put on Bruno's cage.)
Checking in was quite like the usual. Except that i had to pay for Bruno's excess
weight+cage. And byebye Bruno. In to the plane's cargo you go! (Make sure to hug
your pet and whisper sweet nothings to it so that it will feel secured right before
you get separated)
5 down, 1 to go.
Last one. Last phase. Mou chotto.
Touchdown. 5 o'clock.
I waited for my luggages and it takes like half an hour. After i get those, i went
(go) to the MAQIS office situated at the right of the baggage claim area, if you are facing the exit. It has a large MAQIS sign written on top of the door. (kalau terlepas pandang tatau a) Here is a picture for a clearer view. (I swear i don't know why the pic turned out like this -_-)
It turns out that it was not a quarantine office but MAQIS office. so I went inside, asked for my cat from one of the officers, and she told me to wait for
a while. I need to get the original permit so i went out and meet my parents
(MUST. TAKE. IT.). My ally came earlier but cannot wait for my arrival
because he still got work to do and so he gave it to my parents. But be sure to
tell the police guarding the arrival gate about you having to get inside again while you are getting out. (jangan buat macam airport tu kau yang punya, itu ahmad albab yang punya,hahahahahaha)
so i went inside again (WITH the original permit) and waited. and waited. The lady
officer had gone out and was replaced by an uncle officer. Nope. He said Bruno haven't
arrived yet. i waited. and waited. For freaking another half an hour. The uncle must
have noticed that i looked nervous because i kept on looking here and there while
shaking my leg (a habit i cannot erased) when i wasn't nervous at all. I am FREAKING
OUT. WHERE IS BRUNO??! IS HE DEAD? OR HAVE THEY STARTED TO BURY HIM WITHOUT ME??
The uncle went out for Allah knows how long was it. So i started a light conversation
with the other uncle to calm down my nerves. Squeaak squeakk.
A TROLLEY WITH BRUNO ON IT! AND HE'S ALIIIIIIVVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Apparently, the uncle who went out earlier went to the back (i don't know where) and
fetch Bruno.The luggage mover didn't put Bruno on the conveyor because, safety
precautions maybe. But they should inform the MAQIS officer about it or sent it to
the office. Duh. Poor management. Anyhoots. Bruno was there, so the procedure with
MAQIS began.
First, he asked for your personal ID. Be it your IC or your passport. Then, he asked
for the documents. Just like before, give him everything you put inside the tag bag.
He checked it all and made some copies. Then, he will check the pet(s). If its ok,
he will prepare a form and asked you to sign it, and pay RM25 for the whole procedure. Though i wanted to give him some tips for fetching Bruno but....
In conclusion, for the final part, you must have your ID and RM25 when you are claiming your pet(s). If you don't have RM because you just got back from Japan, remember the part where you have to get out and asked for the original permit from your ally? You can askedthem to pitch in RM25 for the remaining procedure. So you'll owe them another 25 which makes it 40+7+25, equals to RM72. Be sure to payback!
Before getting out to the arrival hall, you will meet the custom officer. Give him the signed ＭＡＱＩＳ paper and you are good to go!
Welcome to MALAYSIA BRUNO!!
It was great having Bruno at home, enjoying the sun and all for the whole two weeks,
but sadly, the time envied us and it was time to go back. I left Bruno in my parents
care, hoping that he will become fatter and lazier hahahaha
Before i forgot, through the whole journey, i made Bruno wear pampers, and he didn't
leak a single drop. So he had hold his bladder for 27 hours. (Even humans
could not hold that much long. Are we?) So when we got home, he was a bit cranky,
especially when i touched his belly. I thought it was because of the travelling
and all, so i stop disturbing him. But then my mum prepared his litterbox and in
he went. Pouring everything out. And when he's done, and i tried to rub his belly
he didn't get mad at me anymore.
Lesson learned. Even humans get upset if we tickled them when they are having an
upset stomach,so do cats. We have feelings dude, so do them.
A friend of mine reminds me. Yep i do spend like 2 years with Bruno and he had become
so attached to me and all, but you'll always lose something in order to achieve something. And that is the fact of him forgetting me.
So be prepared for that.
So this is all of it. I may left out a few things and i am sorry for that.
It's kinda long because i was in the story mode, not in the skip mode. haha
may it helps people who are having the same dilemma as i was a few months back.
Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah wa Astaghfirullah for the smooth process and i wish those who are going to bring their pet(s) in the future to
i would like to continue the unfinished post,
so where were we?
OH. HOORAY!!
near to the end.
Alhamdulillah i had passed mine with flying colours! (as if i can say that haha)
so let me tell you how it was.
here we go.
Fifth Phase.
Before i begin, there is a few thing that need to be reminded. On your pet's cage,
make sure to write down your name and your pet's name, your address, your home
adress, the documents that is attached on the cage, put live animal stickers on each
side of the cage blablabla.
[credits: google]
Although there are nice airlines who can/will provide their own airline stickers but for precaution, let's just be prepared well ahead. And make sure your pet(s) get used to the cage beforehand like giving them treats inside the cage, play in it, sleep in it, make them feel that it is safe to be inside the cage. And also, put your unwashed t-shirts in the cage throughout the journey so that they will feel safe. (Awwwwwwww...Pet's are so innocently sweet! >.<) or you can also put a blanket that has your scent on it as an alternative (beli je kat daiso)
Go to AQS office for a check-up. (your pet(s), not you).
As i have scheduled myself for Bruno's check up at 0830 on the day of the flight,
(approximately 2 hours before flight) i planned myself to arrive earlier at the
airport, which was 0400. Because you'll never know when will you get lost and how
long will it be. ha ha ha
He asked me for the Bruno's papers. Give him all of it. ALL. So he checked and
checked, making sure it's the same as those that i have sent him. After everything
was in the right order, another person came,
another room in the room (roomception) and started checking Bruno. His ears,
heartbeat, eyes,temp, etc. Done with the check up. Next, the officer handed me a paper and i had to sign a waiver or agreement or something as a proof that i have followed all the procedure and that Bruno is allowed to be imported from Japan to Malaysia. Yeayed!
Shucks. Forgot to take the pic of the paper.:(
Oh. And the signed paper (a copied version) must be handed to MAQIS personnel later
so you'll have to keep it well. (I kept it in the tag bag i put on Bruno's cage.)
Checking in was quite like the usual. Except that i had to pay for Bruno's excess
weight+cage. And byebye Bruno. In to the plane's cargo you go! (Make sure to hug
your pet and whisper sweet nothings to it so that it will feel secured right before
you get separated)
5 down, 1 to go.
Last one. Last phase. Mou chotto.
Touchdown. 5 o'clock.
(go) to the MAQIS office situated at the right of the baggage claim area, if you are facing the exit. It has a large MAQIS sign written on top of the door. (kalau terlepas pandang tatau a) Here is a picture for a clearer view. (I swear i don't know why the pic turned out like this -_-)
It turns out that it was not a quarantine office but MAQIS office. so I went inside, asked for my cat from one of the officers, and she told me to wait for
a while. I need to get the original permit so i went out and meet my parents
(MUST. TAKE. IT.). My ally came earlier but cannot wait for my arrival
because he still got work to do and so he gave it to my parents. But be sure to
tell the police guarding the arrival gate about you having to get inside again while you are getting out. (jangan buat macam airport tu kau yang punya, itu ahmad albab yang punya,hahahahahaha)
so i went inside again (WITH the original permit) and waited. and waited. The lady
officer had gone out and was replaced by an uncle officer. Nope. He said Bruno haven't
arrived yet. i waited. and waited.
The uncle went out for Allah knows how long was it. So i started a light conversation
with the other uncle to calm down my nerves. Squeaak squeakk.
A TROLLEY WITH BRUNO ON IT! AND HE'S ALIIIIIIVVEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Apparently, the uncle who went out earlier went to the back (i don't know where) and
fetch Bruno.
MAQIS began.
First, he asked for your personal ID. Be it your IC or your passport. Then, he asked
for the documents. Just like before, give him everything you put inside the tag bag.
He checked it all and made some copies. Then, he will check the pet(s). If its ok,
he will prepare a form and asked you to sign it, and pay RM25 for the whole procedure. Though i wanted to give him some tips for fetching Bruno but....
In conclusion, for the final part, you must have your ID and RM25 when you are claiming your pet(s). If you don't have RM because you just got back from Japan, remember the part where you have to get out and asked for the original permit from your ally? You can askedthem to pitch in RM25 for the remaining procedure. So you'll owe them another 25 which makes it 40+7+25, equals to RM72. Be sure to payback!
Before getting out to the arrival hall, you will meet the custom officer. Give him the signed ＭＡＱＩＳ paper and you are good to go!
Welcome to MALAYSIA BRUNO!!
Before i forgot, through the whole journey, i made Bruno wear pampers, and he didn't
leak a single drop. So he had hold his bladder for 27 hours. (Even humans
could not hold that much long. Are we?) So when we got home, he was a bit cranky,
especially when i touched his belly. I thought it was because of the travelling
and all, so i stop disturbing him. But then my mum prepared his litterbox and in
he went. Pouring everything out. And when he's done, and i tried to rub his belly
he didn't get mad at me anymore.
Lesson learned. Even humans get upset if we tickled them when they are having an
upset stomach,so do cats. We have feelings dude, so do them.
A friend of mine reminds me. Yep i do spend like 2 years with Bruno and he had become
so attached to me and all, but you'll always lose something in order to achieve something. And that is the fact of him forgetting me.
So be prepared for that.
So this is all of it. I may left out a few things and i am sorry for that.
It's kinda long because i was in the story mode, not in the skip mode. haha
may it helps people who are having the same dilemma as i was a few months back.
Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah,Alhamdulillah wa Astaghfirullah for the smooth process and i wish those who are going to bring their pet(s) in the future to
頑張れ！
Tuesday
ABC's of sending your beloved pet from Japan to Malaysia ~
Assalamualaikum.
This would be different from my usual posts, as I had just finished settling the documents and requirements in sending my beloved Bruno home. (Bruno is my cat which i post a lot in my instagram, see Hello me is Bruno if interested)
And i hope that lots of people will benefit from this post, and may Allah ease your preparation from the start until the end, just like He did towards me.
So, let us go through the first phase.
For starters, plan your journey. Either you want to travel with your pet or just send it home by itself (I'll be so sad if I were to travel alone on my first time travelling T.T )
Next, select your airlines. For this, you have to search for airlines that allow pets on board. And by on board, there are two situations :-
Bring your pet(s) to the animal clinic. Give the doctor the form for him/her to fill in, especially the vaccines and microchip's part. Here is an example of the form.
So. That is roughly lists of things you should do if you want to bring your pet(s) home! It's not that easy but it's not that bad either. I enjoyed doing this thing, some of the time, and even if it is very difficult at times, in the end, your pet(s) is safe and sound in your beloved home :)
I want to thank a few of people, Ismah, Khadijah for constantly being patient hearing my rambles along this process, and to my brother who is my ally and whom i owe RM47 and a lifelong of gratitude, Jazakumullahulkhair peeps!
P/s: i would update things that happened in Fifth and Last phase, soon. Pray the best for me!
This would be different from my usual posts, as I had just finished settling the documents and requirements in sending my beloved Bruno home. (Bruno is my cat which i post a lot in my instagram, see Hello me is Bruno if interested)
And i hope that lots of people will benefit from this post, and may Allah ease your preparation from the start until the end, just like He did towards me.
So, let us go through the first phase.
For starters, plan your journey. Either you want to travel with your pet or just send it home by itself (I'll be so sad if I were to travel alone on my first time travelling T.T )
Next, select your airlines. For this, you have to search for airlines that allow pets on board. And by on board, there are two situations :-
1. Pets are allowed to be inside the cabin
2. Pets are to be kept in the cargo compartment
There are only a few airlines that allow pets below 5kg (including the pet carrier) to be inside the cabin. And for that your cat will always be with you and you can console it during takeoff and landing. But you have to be very patient because the possibilities for your cat to meow and make a lot of noises is so high. (as was told to me by my friend) But rest assured that you will be placed at the very back of the plane. And you only have to pay the cat as excess baggage inside the cabin. I mean as in per bag, not per kilo. And if your cat is more than 5kg, then it will be placed in the cargo compartment.
But most airlines kept pets in the cargo compartment. And for this, you have to prepare your pet's cage/crate that suits the IATA criteria such as made with very strong material, have certain safety features and is suitable with your pet's size. ( I bought my cat a rather big cage -_-) And for this kind of travelling, you have to pay the expenses for your pet according to its weight+carrier per kilo, depends on your airlines policy.
You can click here for more info on IATA and how to find a suitable carrier for your pet.
Call your airlines, informing them about your flight, your pet, your plan, the size of the crate, etcetera. most importantly, ask them how much you have to pay per kg so you can be prepared financially and spiritually. haha. Calling them is very important because you have to book a place for your cat and for them to make a preparation so you and your pet can travel comfortably. ( i guess)
And after that, call AQS (Animal Quarantine Service) for more details on exporting your pet(s). Read along and you will know the importance of AQS.
And after that, call AQS (Animal Quarantine Service) for more details on exporting your pet(s). Read along and you will know the importance of AQS.
So there was the first phase.
Second phase involves your pet, excessively, because in this phase, we need to prepare the documents required in exporting pet(s).
Shortly before check-in, pets need to be checked by AQS to ensure that they are fit to travel and it takes roughly 30 minutes so if you have very little time to check-in, be sure to inform the airline company about your condition. Also, be sure to check for the lists of AQS centre that is convenient for you to go [here]
First thing you have to do is read the conditions and procedure, and the list of documents required in exporting animals [here]
You can download the export applications form from the website that I just provided, and fill in the required information. In this form, the most important part that must be filled in is the 1)means of identification (commonly microchip),2)rabies vaccination and 3)other vaccination. It is compulsory for you to give your pet(s) rabies vaccination and other vaccination as those were the requirements in exporting animal from Japan. And you must insert microchip into your pet as means of identification.
Second phase involves your pet, excessively, because in this phase, we need to prepare the documents required in exporting pet(s).
Shortly before check-in, pets need to be checked by AQS to ensure that they are fit to travel and it takes roughly 30 minutes so if you have very little time to check-in, be sure to inform the airline company about your condition. Also, be sure to check for the lists of AQS centre that is convenient for you to go [here]
First thing you have to do is read the conditions and procedure, and the list of documents required in exporting animals [here]
You can download the export applications form from the website that I just provided, and fill in the required information. In this form, the most important part that must be filled in is the 1)means of identification (commonly microchip),2)rabies vaccination and 3)other vaccination. It is compulsory for you to give your pet(s) rabies vaccination and other vaccination as those were the requirements in exporting animal from Japan. And you must insert microchip into your pet as means of identification.
Bring your pet(s) to the animal clinic. Give the doctor the form for him/her to fill in, especially the vaccines and microchip's part. Here is an example of the form.
Usually this phase takes around 2 weeks because the 1st week is for rabies vaccination and microchip, and the next week is for other vaccination. Most clinics won't give your pet two shots in a day because it might shocked the pet's body. Don't forget to ask for vaccination certificate and rabies certificate (狂犬病注射済証) at the end of treatment because these are the documents needed in the application for AQS. Below are the example for vaccination certificate, rabies certificate and microchip certificate.
*There is also a space for rabies serological test, and to carry out this test you will have to pay a large sum of money. But don't worry, this test is only required if and only if you are bringing your pet back to Japan after going back to Malaysia.
So I think we have particularly finished with the clinic part and those docs.
The third phase is getting the permit to import animals into Malaysia.
Third phase is a lot haeardsier. This is the trickiest part because you're not in Malaysia, and the fact that the permit's validity lasted only for a month. So you really have to be very good with time management. After you have obtained the required documents mentioned above, only then can you applied for the permit. But we all know that Malaysia is not one of the strictest country because of their friendly and very supportive people but, let's us just try and follow the rules, ok?
So first thing first, you have to have an ally that you can put all your trust in them in managing this part either your family or friends, whom, preferably, live,working, or studying in the Sepang area or near LCCT because later they have to go there and pick up the permit for you. But if you have none then you have to figure out someone. (sorry i cannot help you in that T.T) First, you will have to make them call Jabatan Perkhidmatan Veterinar : +603 55103900 which situated somewhere in Shah Alam, and asked the person on the line to make a draft for the permit. Inform them about you and your pet's particular details to be filled in the application form for the permit and that this is for personal matters, doesn't involved any trading or anything business because then you will have to make different kind of permit (maybe) -ish. The person on the other side of the line will tell your ally if they have submitted your application. Don't forget to send them your pet's documents as some kind of proof in applying the permit. And ouh, a fee of RM7 will be charged in carrying out this process.
After a few days of working days, the person will inform your ally if the permit is done and your ally can pick it up anytime(within working hours and working days) at LCCT, MAQIS office if I am not
mistaken. ouh, the fee for the permit is RM40, so to be clear, you owe your
ally a sum of RM47 and a lifelong gratitude towards making this (sending your pet home) happen.
Ahhhhh. Fourth phase. What do we do here? Ahah! Remember AQS?
Call and send the export application form to your
chosen AQS centre. As I will be travelling to Malaysia from Narita Airport, I send the form to AQS situated in there. Call AQS for their availability on the date of your flight (usually they operates from 830 to 1700) and after confirming your details with them, send in the form with the required documents. If everything is okay, they will set up a schedule prior to your flight and if there is something lacking, they will inform you and ask you to do the corrections until you have everything according to their liking. (duh)
Fifth phase and Last phase. I haven't reached this phase yet, but I am hoping that Allah will again help me go pass through this phase smoothly. So I imagined that fifth phase will be me taking
Bruno to AQS for check up, showing them all of the original documents and everything will be ok InsyaAllah. After that, check in and Bruno will be taken to the cargo compartment (me so saddddd T.T) Bruno alone in the cargo and I am alone in the cabin (like i have any choice T.T) for like 6~7 hours.
Last phase. I hope Bruno's still alive from the hours of darkness and loneliness, Aminnn. So I head for baggage and my parents will wait for me outside, having the permit with them so they can
claim Bruno at the Quarantine Office (maybe) or so I was told that it will be something like that.
So. That is roughly lists of things you should do if you want to bring your pet(s) home! It's not that easy but it's not that bad either. I enjoyed doing this thing, some of the time, and even if it is very difficult at times, in the end, your pet(s) is safe and sound in your beloved home :)
I want to thank a few of people, Ismah, Khadijah for constantly being patient hearing my rambles along this process, and to my brother who is my ally and whom i owe RM47 and a lifelong of gratitude, Jazakumullahulkhair peeps!
P/s: i would update things that happened in Fifth and Last phase, soon. Pray the best for me!
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