ALMAHERA-AFTER-AUGUST

Assalamualaikum and hi to everyone.

It has been so loooooooooooong since i wrote something here. 

Ya Rabb , my life has been so much busier but not to the extend i didn't get enough sleep or i don't have time to properly sit and eat which equal to : actually i have so many wasted time **for Now -lah . Less busy compared to matriculation obviously .

Look how time does really **flies** and leave myself wondering . 

And 2018 is just in  a couple month.
TIME DOES LEAVE ME BEHIND . 

so back to the title ;

almahera-after-august . 

did i grow wiser?

Not really .

did i found my life interesting?
Yes slightly .

did i see another light of life?
Absolutely ! 

What really happened on August actually ?

hahahahaha , i don't know why i make lame question , but just like another matrics/asasi/stpm graduates , i am proudly say , i make it . 

I make it to university , mak abah , adik really make it .

until now i still can't grasp the idea that i am officially land myself in a university (literally in the middle of the big city ) ///

I am strongly remember that i'am the girl who wear skirts sometimes short  but i go memancing/ baling selipar / main rondas (like baseball) / panjat pokok rambutan / kejar rama-rama with all the boys because girl at my age , mak dorang tak bagi keluar main. ☺☺😌💙 😅😆💨

I didn't realised that girl i just described just grow herself 13 years older .

Leaving memories and scars on legs  .

i am being really emotional , i guess .

well , well we stop there .

reminiscing the past didn't mean that I don't like the way my life now .
I am absolutely treasure it .

University life so far so good . nothing really bad really happened to me unless that one time .

THAT FREAKING ONE TIME - 

WHERE MY LAPTOP CANT CONNECT TO WIFI OR EVEN OPEN MY SETTINGS BECAUSE MY LAPTOP WERE INFECTED BY SHITZ-VIRUS-TRANSMITTED-THROUGH-MY-SISTER-LAPTOP-WHERE-SHE-GOT-THE-VIRUS-FROM-HER-FRIEND-AT-SCHOOL obviously through thumb drive . pastukan haah masatu kena siapkan presentation 👋👋👋👋🙌

Alhamdulillah , my schedule is not as pack as matriculation , and almost everyday my class start late . hehhehehehhehehehhehehhehee (( i like this the most))

But everyday is a new day for life lessons , adventures and knowledge .

i learn to go to Istana Budaya by myself for a mini theater .
And i discover that Balai Seni Negara is just something else .( visit the same place for 3 times ) (cute place for dating) (agaaghahaha Astaghfirullah) (free admission kot)
And monorail was absolutely not as fun as i thought it was at 2 P.M

you all hoping i told you about my course ke?

okay my course is something different,

i didn't pursue for medications or pharmacy or engineering or whatever the popular course out there .

I took Audiology . yes audio . but nope i'm not training myself to be a deejay .

it still science but it is under allied science.
which mean  i still under the faculty of health science.

yes it have something to do with health .
i am particularly learning about ears.

what to know / what to diagnose / hearing loss and balance / how it effect life/ and so on boleh google sendirikan, data takkan guna buat twitter dgn instagram je? ahhahahah

im on my weeks 5 already ,
so that is me after August .

i learn to participate in life too .
i am basically just throw myself to any activity here ,
volunteering and so on .
And now , i Do really see .
University life is  something different but not really different ,

ok quick confession:

I FIND IT IS HARD NOT TO CALL YOUR PROFESSOR AS CIKGU ,
CALL THEM PROF OR DOCTOR OKAY ,
before asking them any question , i just basically tell my brain to planning and send the right senses to my oral-motor so that i dont go tersasul call them cikgu . ( you see Physiology )  

that is all .

till the very next post .
Assalamualaikum  . 

AND THIS POST GILA BOSAN . ENTAH APA APA ENTAH .

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TERIME KASIH,MEMBACA KISAH SUKESUKISEDIHSADISCACIMAKI SAYE

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nenek

Assalamualaikum beautiful people .
u sure eh dont have anything better to do than reading my blog heh. 🙄🙄
but i was thankful and grateful if you read my posts because you can learn my secret and all for free HAHAHHAHAHA (your gain kan)

ok ok this post are supposedly only for my nenek that i get to see from the moment i opened my eyes exactly like 19 years ago . Grateful for everything . Alhamdulillah Ya Allah .

my house and nenek were not far from each other like 700 m away . so technically my kampong is only 700 m away . the pros is no jam no jam no jam no jam and i can practically see nenek everyday yayyyyyyy .
in fact , when i were younger , i do "balik kampong" hari hari especially on weekdays ( that time Johor still cuti sabtu ahad) . i practically live with my nenek from 8 am to 5 pm everydayyy ( when i was  a kid)

but my nenek is a different kind of story .
she is tougher that anyone i met . i do resemble her a lot . i am practically growing just like her .  growing up, nenek had a hard life because that time still perang jepun . (( probably , i still heard the makan ubi rebus only story))  . she married young and have child young and she was divorced after 2 kids ( i believe this is for the best)( btw dont you think my atok is a prick eh , he still my atok but my atok kahwin 4 ) (imagine the raya 😀🤙😏) (she love her stepchildren nevertheless okayyyy) (no gaduh gaduh or dendam)


ok back to nenek .
she raised her child by working on her kebun getah . she is strong enough as she raised her parents too (the only daughter out of 3 siblings) . BUT SHE GOT THE BEST OF HER LIFE . OKAY I DONT WANT TO CERITA YOU ALL HER BACKGROUND ANYMORE . I WANT TO TELL YOU HER STORY AND I . THE STORY I WANT TO REMEMBER UNTIL I GET OLD .HEHEHEH

When i were a kid , i remember her going back from the kebun and i tell you the way she cycle is pelik hahahha .( pelik for me only)  . she would call my name and i would run to her .IF YOU ALL BANDAR i tell you bau ojol is tak sedap and busuk but damn thats money hahahhahahaha ( i love ojol and getah) . then we will mandi together . she will scrub my back  and then we had lunch . ( old people lunch // really not nutritious) hahahha

nenek ajar aku makan mandai ( sumpaah sedaaap) . and all the zaman jepun food hahahahha but i love it . no worry nenek .
my favourite would be her ikan kering nasi panas and mandai . sedap oi sumpah . pastu dia punya pisang goreng pon ada kick lain macam . paling penting cengkodok pisang takde orang boleh lawan . sangat seedaaap .

believe me or not , i used to go to kebun with her alsooo hehehhehe (( tough jugak eh)) but im not menoreh lah eh .  I FREAKING SLEEP WHILE SHE MENOREH SENDIRI . ( dont blame me ah , i still kecil and innocent hehherh)

you know ah i sleep on the tanah alone ( can sleep anywhere 😏😏 ) then i woke , i ate my nasi panas and ikan kering then i go look for my nenek across the hutan . sumpah dulu tak fikirlah ular ke babi ke . i okay je yang penting tidur hehehheheh . 🙄🤙

forgot to tell you she made the dopest kuih kemboja and kuih goyanggg evaah . i used to do the goyang with her and get paid ( RM 5 ) . syukur still . 😏😏😏

story cut short , she raised me not to be manja . raise me to panjat pokok . raise me to keep on sabar even someone is getting on my nerves( cause her life challenge is tough than i can imagine) . raise me well to a point i dont want to lose her .

she had stop menoreh . because her old age . but i swear no other nenek as kuat as her i mean at her age . she got sakit tua macam pitam (low blood pressure) and all but i tell you she had ZERO CHRONIC DISEASE .sihat kaaan . and she can walk just fine 👏😢👌

and out of all this she called me "BUNTUNG" which technically means beruntung . yes i indeed growing up beruntung ada nenek macam nenek . 😙

so last night , she slept at my house and i am practically tanya nenek .nenek nak urut tak? .Obviously she said yes . hehehhehe .😁😁😁😁

while urut , something tug my heart . her skin are by far not like before . the wrinkle become more obvious . the ache and the pain become a lot more . the skin getting thinner. she getting thinner . i am growing taller than her . the hair become grey and not to mention the hair loss . my heart tug at this . 😢

she was supposed to be healthy and stop aging . i get selfish . i mean she must live to see i am up on the stage receiving my degree . she must live long enough to see my own house , my own family , my own life . i am by far not ready to leave her or even lose her . if love is hard , she will be my hardest love of all because she reminds me of myself .


Ya Allah , prolong my nenek life and please let her live in healthy condition and filled with love from people around her. AminYaRabbalAlAmin.



Love your nenek/atok peeps. Dont only regret when you lose them someday . i have seen the way my parents love their cucu ( divine love) . so you know grandparents love is the love that keep you going in life and not a thing in this world can replaced it .

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TERIME KASIH,MEMBACA KISAH SUKESUKISEDIHSADISCACIMAKI SAYE

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