Ramadhan Again//Final Exams

Its already the 5th Ramadhan, Ma Shaa Allah how time flies.

And the semester is ending too, my first paper is in another two days which I just started studying 30 minutes ago.

Honestly, I don't know what I should blog. My life? Well, it's changing.

Ahah, maybe I should tell you guys my Ramadhan plan.

It's not something special but every Ramadhan since I was in form 2, I tried to finish the whole Qu'ran starting from the first juzu' to the last. Of course I failed during my first two years trying. But I was persistant about it, and it become my constant Ramadhan goals.

I also want to be a better person by being closer to the Qu'ran. Everytime reading, I don't know I feel calm, relaxed, like it's only me and the Qu'ran, no rush.

As well, for my other goals it's pretty similar to everyone else.

Oh and something I've been practicing is calling my family everyday, it might seem absurd to some but I was that person that too into doing something else when I'm in other place, that I don't contact my family as often. I figure I should care about them more, reminding that I'm here for them, that I don't mind being contact everyday other than every week. That's something I learnt during the past 1 week PRU holiday. Maybe I should blog about it. Maybe. :)

Wheras for my 'love life', I am certainly in love, keeping myself closer to God. *winks* While that's my intention, I'm still gonna be single for a while.

I need to go for my Zohr prayer, Ramadhan goals right?

The Girl in A Hood

Medical Volunteer Mission to Senderut.

Okay, as always I'm crazy for still writing this when I have an assignment due tomorrow! Aka sterile individual assignment, progress 1%. Pray for me!

Since long time ago, I always wanted to go on a medical volunteer trip in rural areas, no electricity, no internet, no all those techy things and stuffs. And I have to say the chance finally come about 2 months ago, and I just had to give my name (and my roommate, since I'm a noob to this thing), one of the best decision ever.

We had a team of pharmacy of 4 (we're supposed to be 5), and I was the leader, insane! More to that cause I lack of experience. Haha. Glad the team was supporting habis! And yes, we dispense meds under the supervision of a doctor. Which we all are so excited about.

We did quite a lot, from medical care (dispene ubat, yippee!), home visit (with my ameh), jumping off cliffs to the river falls (seriously, I have made respect for what happened), playing tricky mind games until late a night (black magic, lihat sekeliling, pukul nyamuk, apa kaitan, green glass door) , riding 4 wheelers (with Dr Yusuf), getting sick in the middle of the wood (more like toxin fever and gas).

And the orang asli is very nice, I love talking to my ameh (Ibu) and menang (adik) (it's in Bahasa Semai). Learning the language is a struggle but gladly they speak Malay very well. My ameh learn on her own kot! And the one thing I really need to learn to be like them is that they never complain! A single bit. When they're in pain, hard labour, lack of facilities. The way they speak is so nice.

Hope I get to do more of this stuffs again! And meet them again!

Ameh Sainah, menang (Danish?), jangan buhuk ye,

The Girl in A Hood 

Weird but okay la.

I don't know how to explain this and still unsure whether I should tell you guys. The midsemester break left me being tired. It was busy, but it was only one of the factors.

I was kinda cool with it, until the one texted me, on the very last day and I was already on the bus.It was it the bus, made me red, and a lots of prayer. I'm so not use to this. Yeah, this post is about a guy. I for once never text a guy anything not related to work, then him tested me out from my comfort zone.

Until the Saturday, I had no intention of making an istikharah, cause I don't have any feelings and know very well, marriage wouldn't happen in the very very least another one year. I want to keep my heart safe, for him. The one. Now I'm certain I need one (istikharah) to keep my heart in place, and start thinking about it. Time flies, and I'm a soon to be grown up and need to think about these things. I still keep my principles up, I keep our text that day very short and to not talk but only the important things

I don't know much to pray, but I'll definitely have to istikharah and solat hajat perhaps soon (if would be nice to get some tips too). I definitely for one, trust Allah plans so in the mean time, it's still me studying and being single.

I trust Allah,

The Girl in A Hood

Update: I eventually made istikharah on May & yup he's not the one. So grateful this was just a momentory moment.

Me & her.

I remember reading like 2 years back on Vivy Yusof blog post on her and Aji, who are like best friends for life. She blogged that Aji come over just to do her work and both of them were quite the whole time.

And now my best friend, Ira reminds me of this. She came over the other night to return my shirt and then spending like hours on my bed, with her phone, while I was studying. And we didn't talk.

I realised that, when we love someone, that we're comfortable with, silence doesn't bother. And sometimes, it's more than enough to be with time, without interacting with them.

There are not people that can do that in my life, cause most of my family and friends can talk hours and hours without stopping when they are with me.

I hope you get what I'm saying.

Which that I'm grateful for you, I.

May the journey do us good. :)

Silence,

The Girl in The Hood

Nearly got into an accident.

One thing, I'm safe and unharmed. Alhamdulillah. Also my friend.

So the past Tuesday or is ot Wednesday? Wait. I've got to check my phone. Okay, it was Tuesday. Sorry for my brain. My best buddy asked me randomly asked to go out, to buy somethings but also kinda because she's craving to watch Maze Runner 3, where she also has asked out the before week, but we both didn't take the suggestion too seriously.

We were already walking back to the Mahallah, past the legendary staircase hill, which was kinda a waste we couldn've just grab an uber/grab at KOP. Haha. Still we went to ECM, bought some stationaries, and went to Korean place Dubuyo at KCM for the first time in many years (this should be a story by itself). While eating my friend came up with an idea to go to watch the movie which at Berjaya Mega Mall. So I suggest we should right after eating if she insist. 

And yeah. We went crossing the roads and stuff. After the movie, we had to go back to the first mall (so basically we were going to one mall to another all day), cause my friend is a big fan of Big Apple, so we can't leave without it. Crossing the road in front of the mall is not the fanciest idea, so when we got there, the cars of the side are mid way to the green light. So I decided to wait. But my crazy friend said let's go. And she already started walking.

I walked the same. But in a split second the lights turn to green. So I was like run!!! The motorcycles are already moving, if I didn't suggest to run, we couldn've got into the accident. The vehicles was so nearby.

On the way back, I was thinking what if Allah didn't let me notice te green light. What would happened to my friend? What would happened to me? 

I wasn't worried about myself. But I was worried about my family. What would they think of me? In an accident? My friend. Is she gonna get hurt too?

It was very dangerous, I don't want anyone to get hurt. And I thought Allah have better plans for saving me and my friend.

I still have a chance to live, to help, to be a better person.

Thank you.

It's when you in the brink of death, you remember.

The Girl in A Hood

Shy around guys?!

To be honest, I am a shy girl.

Not with girls but guys, which is how the environment taught me during my teen. Hrmm. To be thinking this is a long topic. So let's see, how long I can go. Even after I move out from my previous school, I barely even talked to guys, or look up to them when I was walking alone. I will look down to the ground, or at least straight ahead (without noticing how the guy looks like). To be a fact, I don't even have guy friends like my other colleague which they talk to. Some may find it weird, but this is how I was bought up. In a way, I am protected, and pure in a way, which I like.

But don't get me wrong, I can talk to guys, but nothing less than work. No message after 11, unless it's urgent. And also nothing less than being polite.

What triggers me to remember this was the night I wrote my previous post on 12th of January, my roommate called me on the phone saying...

"Awak, help me.." - Roommate

"Why? What happened?" - Me

"I'm at the brothers cafe, I already ordered food, but suddenly now there are too many brothers. TT.TT" - Roommate

"Do you want me to accompany you?" - Me

"Yes. Please. Help. Segan sangat." - Roommate

So that's how it went. One funny but sweet memory.

Don't go to the guys cafe around isya' then,

The Girl in A Hood

What this blog means to me..

Did you noticed something different? Ahah. Yes, I've finally changed my 2 year old blog layout with something new. It's not as I expected or wanted even.. I wanted a clean minimalistic with white background, but then I forgot how picky I was, that not even one font the Blogger theme seems to fit my liking, so somehow it turn out to be like this. But even it's unexpected, I still like it very much.

Since my last post, I've been thinking what do I really really want with my blog? Why do I write? And somehow force myself to write something.

In the end, I come to a conclusion.

To see how I grew up as a person.

I'd read some of my previous posts, which then I see myself being at the past, writing precious memories of my life. The embarassing ones, the beautiful ones, the ones I can be proud of. Even the About Me tab, which I wrote one and half year ago.. Sometimes I thought, is this really me back then writing? How can I write such thing? Oh wow, how determined I was when I younger. And so on. A few years from now, I will say the same thing over again.

Time is precious creation Allah has given to us. The opportunity to shape what ours, how we want it to be. Ma Shaa Allah. Amazing, right?

It's the memories which is precious to me, the ones I've been given the opportunity to shape and flow how it be. I love it, and very grateful for each of it, which is why I share. These memories, can give lessons to others, reminds others of their which they might forget, be grateful for their own life stories.

Precious.

So this is why I blog, and continue to. In Shaa Allah.

Let it be my own world, but who cares?

The Girl in A Hood