Gimme More... Caffeine!!

Wow. I thought after drinking two large cups of mocha from San Francisco coffee, I would have many ideas and excited to write. Maybe I’m too tired though I’m sure I’m not, thanks to the coffee.

I’m a coffee addict. Though my ex-roommate said I would still fall asleep even if I drank one whole bucket of coffee, I beg to differ. I love coffee and anything that can get me feeling like dancing and my palms sweat (though it’s just my imagination) and my heart pumps. Red Bull is another drink that can have the same effect as coffee for me but I drink Red Bull just during examinations. They are too sweet even for my liking. It just makes me wide awake. Guess since I’ve finished my studies (YAY!!), Red Bull company loses one of its regular profitable customer.

Before Ramadhan, my Walid prepares me coffee every morning at my house in Muar. I feel like the Queen of the world. I don’t know why but coffee makes me feel pumped up.

Oh, have I mentioned that when everyone was drinking milk when growing up, I drank coffee. My favourite aunt prepared me coffee every morning when I was little. Her coffee was the best. Even Starbucks comes second.

Now that it is Ramadhan, I just ordered coffee from Secret Recipe (no other choice) when breaking the fast. When Walid first saw how much coffee they put in the drink, he was shocked. Yeah Walid, the more coffee your daughter drinks, the more she will jump out of her skin, the more she is enjoying her life and the more her eyes lit up.

Today, I get to drink 2 cups and not from Secret Recipe (how exciting!). I’m having the time of my life now.

Feel me up with caffeine!! Give me more caffeine!!  

Good (Pray Hard) Night Peepz..

Should I continue writing or should I sleep?

Orang dh bosan la weh..Gi tido..

Sleep it is then.

Good night. Tomorrow hot doctors will check on you. You need to get enough sleep.

Yeah, you wish Sharifah!

Hari-Hari Terakhir Ramadhan 2011

Gosh, too many things happening in such short time. I have many things in my mind but I don’t wanna bore anyone. Let’s take things slow. Dear brain, please slow yourself down.

Where do I start? Oh yes, this is the last phase of Ramadhan. The last 10 crucial days where people (in their right mind) would want to start thinking of multiplying their prayers. Multiplying their deeds. Multiplying all the positive things related to Allah.

And guess what? Of all days, I get my ‘semester break’ during these crucial days. What a bummer. I feel so much at ease this Ramadhan and I have been wishing that against all odds, I don’t have to get my period so that I can focus on my prayers.

I’m blessed really to feel this feeling. This serene feeling. I have many things that I wish to come true and I really am looking forward to these last 10 days. Now that I don’t get to pray, I feel sad. I have been hearing that people in certain countries cry and feel sad when Ramadhan is nearing to the end. I feel that way too now. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to have another Ramadhan.

p.s: You can tell your sad stories to the whole wide world but at the end of the day only Allah hears you and only He knows what’s best for you (and He won’t betray you  one bit).

p.s2: Trust Him and you’ll be at ease.

p.s3: Ya Allah, jadikanlah aku hambaMu yang bersyukur dengan nikmatMu dan jadikanlah aku hambaMu yang dapat merasai nikmat Islam dan Iman itu. Ya Allah, janganlah jadikan aku tergolong dalam golongan yang rugi. Amin.

SEKOLAH KEBANGSAAN PYKETT METHODIST, PENANG

A few days back, a boy from SK Pykett Methodist (the school I went for practicum) messaged me reminding me of his exam.

See, I have never had a younger sibling and naturally I hate the notion that there are people younger than me but going to that school for a few weeks is the most amazing experience ever. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I have been wanting to write about the school and the kids for a while back but I know that no words can do justice for what I have been feeling towards the school and the boys (oh, the school is a boys’ school). I would never have expected that somewhere in Penang, there's a boys' school that will steal my heart away :)

Writing this makes me wanna cry. The boys; they are so adorable, so innocent and oh so loud (they shout when talking to me who is just next to them). They’re my babies.

I cannot think of words to express my feelings. They gave me happiness that I have been longing for for quite some time. After the practicum, whenever I feel like driving aimlessly, I would always make sure I’ll be going to the school. Just sitting in my car outside the school in the middle of the night, makes me smile.

Nampak tenang? Jangan terpedaya. it can be craaazzyy!!

Boy, did they leave impact. The boys, the teachers, the canteen’s makcik and kakak are all nice. I am truly blessed. Truly. This experience is one of the things I am proud of.

The teachers are welcoming. Not one single soul is rude because I’ve been to a school briefly for a research back then where a teacher is damn rude. Not going to name any name but the fact that she is a senior and hold a very important position in the school makes me lose respect towards her. Enough with the negativity coz I’m writing about this beautiful experience that not many get the chance to experience.

Thinking about the boys makes me smile. Oh, I just don’t know how to express it. My friends would have known how I would react when I’m excited.

Oh I love them too much I’m thanking God for giving me this f*&%ing amazing opportunity.

I’m thinking of writing about some of the boys in the future. I just don’t want to forget them.

p.s: thinkin about them makes me wanna dance.

p.s2: oh, I’m smiling writing this entry.

p.s3: Alhamdulillah.

Mãe : Portuguese for 'mother'

Happy 17^th Ramadhan.

It is very sad that after three long years of not having Mama at home around six o’clock every week days, I have to experience it again today, tomorrow and maybe the day after tomorrow too.

See, my grandma or I called her Mak loves her home so much, she has been complaining to stay there since she moved in with my aunt (Ibu) in KL. However, no one wants to stay kampong anymore. The place is dangerous (coz of the courageous thieves stealing in broad daylight) and because of Mak’s children living someplace else.

So, now, she got this opportunity to stay at kampong with the condition that a neigbour’s daughter stays with her too. Turns out, the daughter is sick and being the obedient daughter I am, I have to stay with Mak at Mama’s request. Not that I’m complaining because Mak’s has been cooking for me since I was Form 4. It is just that Mama has just arrived here in Malaysia that every single seconds with her is precious. I want to be with her, do girl talkin with her and just be there for her.

The person wearing the red coat is not me. She's Mama's friend. They were in Chicago here. I heart this picture coz my Mama looked happy and young.

With her friend and the friend's husband.

It is very sad really, to look at the gate expecting her to come home from work but know she wouldn’t. I miss her terribly already.

Mak’s great. She cooks excellent food but Mama has been taking care of me since I was a baby. She could have just left me somewhere after giving birth to me but she spent all her time and her energy to tend to me.

Now, I can see and feel that she’s getting old. I could not just leave her could I? I get tired easily doing chores and I cannot imagine the life she’s been dealing with since she became a mother where she handled everything on her own. Even when we (me and my sisters) became older, she did everything herself (explaining why I am just a spoiled brat and that I don’t know how to do a single thing).

But I am coping now. I do things for her and even drive her to places (I couldn’t imagine for the life of me then that I’ll be driving, much less be driving my mum). Though I have to admit, driving her is scary and can be a battle. Why? Because she thinks I am still her baby girl who is not capable of driving. How sweet of you, Mama tapi kecut sistem peranakan Bazilah bila drive sebelah Mama okay.. Hehe.

Back to track, I miss Mama. Is it too much? Manja? I don’t think so. I love Mama and I have not been by her side for the last three years and now I have to part with her again? Who cares if it is only for a few days. She is still the person who has taken care of me excellently since I was born and I would want to repay that back even if I know it will never be enough.

p.s: I didn’t bother to check the grammar.

p.s2: ikut cakap mak kita dan semuanya akan okay! I love you Mama.

Nikmat Ramadhan

Aku tak ucap selamat berpuasa kepada sesiapa pun Ramadhan ni.

Tapi aku sayangkan ramai orang.

Takpela, Allah je yang mampu balas kebaikan semua orang terhadap aku selama ni.

Ramadhan kali ni rasa lebih tenang..

Alhamdulillah..

Semoga manis Iman dan Islam dapat dirasai..

Mungkin Ramadhan ini Ramadhanku yang terakhir, aku tak tau..

Sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha Besar..

Ampunkanlah dosaku Ya Allah, jadikanlah aku hambaMu yang bersyukur...Amin