Pressure

Pressured by the uncertainty.
Pressured by the time lag.

berat nanang 3 malam doh mipi raye. parok2

raya vs raya?

Raya.
My Second year raya-ing in melbourne.
Let me tell you my first raya experience here in Melbourne.

The first raya isn't that bad, we've got several, i think 4 or 5, open houses to attend in fact we didnt manage to attend all coz banyak sangat!

I expected only first raya would be overwhelmingly celebrated. It all began with solat raya at flagstaff garden, if u remember i posted a picture on facebook last time. The one with khatib inside the picture if u remember? then we also took pictures with budak2 KMS together at the garden.

Then the housemates went back home to fill in our tummy. Laksa, rendang, sambal goreng, kuih raya. lots of food. Then after zohor off we went to the open houses. To the guys house. They made nasi minyak with ayam merah, nasi himpit with kuah kacang. then we go to seniors house to beraya.

I also thought the second, third, forth raya would be very hambar one. But what i expected was wrong. The second raya, we still got some more rendang, laksa left over (not really left over) from the previous day. So we had our classmate came beraya with us that day. But the second day, all of us went to class already. with semangat raya, i wore baju kurung. haha.

So this years' raya i dont expect it to be that meriah. We housemate thought that first year should smells good because of the first time raya-ing abroad. We're all excited, we've got things to look forward since it's the first experience. But now, neither of us feels excited, except for xsabar nk pakai baju raya.

Worse, i've got one assignment to submit on the second raya and another one on the third of raya. Awesome posum! lol

Oh well actually, i won't get the raya mood if i don't have facebook account. Coz it's all because of people on my newsfeeds. They keep on updating raya thing. How cruel you guys..






Ok la. I'm trying to start assignment-ing early so that i can finish early and cry out loud on pagi raya. Till then. love.

kfc

smlm mimpi kfc!
makan kfc ngn fmly nyohta, fmly poksudin, fmly ibu, opah n tok.
pendek kate,
semua yg balik raye pade kebiasaannye lah!
berlaku pula pade hari rayeeeee.

makan nasi putih ayam madu (ade ke kat kfc???)
lol
pastu dok dang abih lagi nasi n ayam tu,
gi kat kaunter mula.
nk order snekplet n ciziwejes.
patu abah panggil.
abah kate,
nok balik doh ni.perabih je la mknn hok ade tu.
patu bleh plok gi jawab, " dok leh bah, klu ya dok puah ati, ya mari pulok kekgi. so baik beli je skrg"
abah ngeleng pale je.

patu org kat kaunter tu panggil.
gi kat kaunter, ye gi tunjuk gambo raye kitorang.
patu terpikir gane ye bleh dapat gambo raye kitorang??
doh la ade gmbo dok paka tudung.

patu kejuttttttttt
bakpe gi kejuttttttt
dok dang makang pong snekplet ngn ciziwejes!!
bakpeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ni sume saloh org kat kaunter tu.
bkpe kene tunjuk gambooooo
gi la wak order derah2!!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

bangun2 tdo terus berazam nk gi kfc kat uni. nk beli ayam goreng.
sbb dok pose.
tapi dok jd gi.
sbb esaimen dok siap lagi.

ok bai.

too much to worry

i was adapting to my new life.
and i still do right now.

and tonight i broke down.
cause all the strength i pretended i had gets thinner each day.

i talk like the strongest lady of all when people ask.
though i know myself.

knowing myself, i would take super long time adapting to new occasions.
like the first semester of uni, how i didn't score good in exams when in fact seniors said first semester is the easiest of all.
and i regret that.

i know i would take long time to get myself comfortable with this scarce time i'm having.
but i tried so hard to amend that.
and i still will.

i raised Doa every now and then after prayer.
for the strength.
for speedy adaptation.
for that i'm given 'keberkatan masa' in my days.

i think the biggest problem is, i'm suffocated with the air in here.

youtuber

ajek hassan mmg buat sy rindu malaysia.

well u know absence makes heart grow fonder?
exactly.

Friend.

There's this long straight street.

walking through it.

i can see the light!

not too far away.

steps get longer,

wanting to reach faster.

a few steps away, heard a voice.

a very familiar voice.

asking for help.

i knew from which direction the voice came from.

i knew the voice quite well.

but i failed to understand deeply what that voice ask for.

i knew the voice asked for help.

i knew i need to help.

only later i got to understand the intonation.

so i replied.

but i failed to use the same intonation,

then my help is helpless.

i pray for the strength not to leave the voice for the light.

i pray i don't leave the needy selfishly.

i pray i can offer help.

even by just lending my ears.

to tell, you are never alone.

Though world are treating you so badly.

remember there's still those who'll be there for you.

not that the silence means ignorance.

Sometimes silence means

Respecting privacy.