Tuesday, 14 July 2015
Monday, 13 July 2015
#blabbers
Marriage.
As I grew older, and moreover now studying at a place where early marriage is a thing where all the girls excited to talk to, well, most of them, you can feel the vibe of competition slightly in the air.
It's like,
"Oh, you're still single? Never mind, your time will come."
"Wait what, you're considering getting married at the age of 26?? That's like, too old."
"Ah it's nothing serious, he's just, a boyfriend-- but who knows, I mean, if Allah destined us for a marriage then alhamdulillah. Haha."
WHAT HAPPENS TO GIRL POWER? I mean, gosh. For your information, I am the Head of Dakwah and Training of my mahallah (hostel), so as the Head I need to organize a few events. Since I'm in the D&T bureau, naturally I'd want to do a religious talk.
BUT NEVER HAVE I THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE ABOUT LOVE. AS IN MARRIAGE.
What why?? What happened to our generation nowadays? When I tried to suggest about other topics, they said that it's boring enough and they're afraid that NO ONE WILL COME. JUST BECAUSE IT IS NOT ABOUT MARRIAGE. PRECISELY, EARLY MARRIAGE.
God, what happened?? Seriously though. I am so ashamed to be recognized as that one girl who's from that one generation who only knows about relationship stuff and spouse thingy and have no single clue nor idea about the big issues going on in this world.
Probably I'm exaggerating, but it's true. U have to admit it, if not just look around you, how many of them would be interested to join your discussion if you're talking about hows your marriage reception is going to be like and whats the most important thing to find in a husband or wife and how many kids are possible for you to have in the future before Qiamat.
Ha.
Then compare to the number of people who'd join you if you suddenly wanna talk about the case of Rohingya's status refugee in Malaysia and how is that even possible since Malaysia's economy is going downwards lately or maybe about Mesir and its never ending political issues, whether the religion is truly the problem or the politicians are the ones who are messing it all up.
I'm so sad. It feels like we are never going to be treated seriously if we only showed ALOT OF interest in simple and lay-back issue than the serious and factual ones.
I'm not saying that there's nowhere in me that adores marriage, are u crazy?? Its sunnah. Of course I'd want to get married, one day. Not now. Nowhere near now insya-Allah if its within my power. I dont want to use the excuse of me being a wife at the early age (IF I GET MARRIED AT A YOUNG AGE LIKE 21) to cover up my lack of knowledge of the news and the world.
Ok. Had a lot of time to rant apparently (padahal tak start buat assignment lagi kuang kuang kuang), signing off for my next class!
As I grew older, and moreover now studying at a place where early marriage is a thing where all the girls excited to talk to, well, most of them, you can feel the vibe of competition slightly in the air.
It's like,
"Oh, you're still single? Never mind, your time will come."
"Wait what, you're considering getting married at the age of 26?? That's like, too old."
"Ah it's nothing serious, he's just, a boyfriend-- but who knows, I mean, if Allah destined us for a marriage then alhamdulillah. Haha."
WHAT HAPPENS TO GIRL POWER? I mean, gosh. For your information, I am the Head of Dakwah and Training of my mahallah (hostel), so as the Head I need to organize a few events. Since I'm in the D&T bureau, naturally I'd want to do a religious talk.
BUT NEVER HAVE I THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE ABOUT LOVE. AS IN MARRIAGE.
What why?? What happened to our generation nowadays? When I tried to suggest about other topics, they said that it's boring enough and they're afraid that NO ONE WILL COME. JUST BECAUSE IT IS NOT ABOUT MARRIAGE. PRECISELY, EARLY MARRIAGE.
God, what happened?? Seriously though. I am so ashamed to be recognized as that one girl who's from that one generation who only knows about relationship stuff and spouse thingy and have no single clue nor idea about the big issues going on in this world.
Probably I'm exaggerating, but it's true. U have to admit it, if not just look around you, how many of them would be interested to join your discussion if you're talking about hows your marriage reception is going to be like and whats the most important thing to find in a husband or wife and how many kids are possible for you to have in the future before Qiamat.
Ha.
Then compare to the number of people who'd join you if you suddenly wanna talk about the case of Rohingya's status refugee in Malaysia and how is that even possible since Malaysia's economy is going downwards lately or maybe about Mesir and its never ending political issues, whether the religion is truly the problem or the politicians are the ones who are messing it all up.
I'm so sad. It feels like we are never going to be treated seriously if we only showed ALOT OF interest in simple and lay-back issue than the serious and factual ones.
I'm not saying that there's nowhere in me that adores marriage, are u crazy?? Its sunnah. Of course I'd want to get married, one day. Not now. Nowhere near now insya-Allah if its within my power. I dont want to use the excuse of me being a wife at the early age (IF I GET MARRIED AT A YOUNG AGE LIKE 21) to cover up my lack of knowledge of the news and the world.
Ok. Had a lot of time to rant apparently (padahal tak start buat assignment lagi kuang kuang kuang), signing off for my next class!
Love, book
Saturday, 11 July 2015
Friday, 10 July 2015
Undefined
HelloHello
Good morning, good afternoon, good night.
Anyone, from which ever time zone you are , from which ever period of time you are, I hope that you can hear this whisper cause i'm getting tired of calling out with a broken larynx.
The hope that used to radiate with confidence is slowly fading in a distance.
How magnificent and how complex can the human being get?
Desperately pumping blood through it system in order to stay alive. Did u know that the heart pulses about a hundred thousand times a day? So, about thirty six million times a year? I wonder, just what are we fighting for , every day, every hour, every second? Why are we trying so hard to stay alive?
Honestly, I don't even know why i'm writing this. Why i'm feeling this. It's weird how a person could feel so much but at the same time, it feels so void.
it kinda feels like life is a penumbra ne~~? Something so ambiguous, something so complex and something so close to the light and the dark but belongs to none of them. An Outlier wedge between the defined.
Honestly, i'm typing anything that is in my mind right now. It might make sense but it may not as well. hah, I don't know guys. I'm trying to figure this out too. I don't understand it either but somehow, maybe by writing this out, the bug that is crawling in my head will go away or at least come out and give me a proper understanding of why it's there.
love,
xoxo cookie.
p/s: this personality will go away now. Sorry, just for a period of time, this personality managed to escape the cage. Bye
Good morning, good afternoon, good night.
Anyone, from which ever time zone you are , from which ever period of time you are, I hope that you can hear this whisper cause i'm getting tired of calling out with a broken larynx.
The hope that used to radiate with confidence is slowly fading in a distance.
How magnificent and how complex can the human being get?
Desperately pumping blood through it system in order to stay alive. Did u know that the heart pulses about a hundred thousand times a day? So, about thirty six million times a year? I wonder, just what are we fighting for , every day, every hour, every second? Why are we trying so hard to stay alive?
Honestly, I don't even know why i'm writing this. Why i'm feeling this. It's weird how a person could feel so much but at the same time, it feels so void.
it kinda feels like life is a penumbra ne~~? Something so ambiguous, something so complex and something so close to the light and the dark but belongs to none of them. An Outlier wedge between the defined.
Honestly, i'm typing anything that is in my mind right now. It might make sense but it may not as well. hah, I don't know guys. I'm trying to figure this out too. I don't understand it either but somehow, maybe by writing this out, the bug that is crawling in my head will go away or at least come out and give me a proper understanding of why it's there.
love,
xoxo cookie.
p/s: this personality will go away now. Sorry, just for a period of time, this personality managed to escape the cage. Bye
Thursday, 9 July 2015
2016 in 5 months more.
Wishing a blissful eid wherever you are girls, I hope that this Ramadhan has been good to each of us insya-Allah. Keep on updating alright, be good, behaved!
Love, book
Monday, 6 July 2015
Alhamdulillah, finally! Computer number 4 you are now my best buddy!!
basically me: every single day.
Life in university, once u enrolled in one, u'll know how tough it can be sometimes. there are lots of ups and downs fortunately (or unfortunately) but yeah like in high school u'll learn how to enjoy it. and I'm still learning. I hope I'll get the feel. Pray for me girls, I'm counting on it xx
Love, book
Saturday, 4 July 2015
Sunday Blues
I just...
I can't even find another way to explain my life right now.
Like, literally.
I'm Bradley Cooper and this is my life right now.
I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight, a lot of stuff are due tomorrow.
If you are in a group project, please communicate, and cooperate. Let's help each other get some sleep, alright?
Just a friendly reminder.
But hey, I love you guys, I miss you, I'm just a tiny bit frustrated, I know you guys are prolly in the same situation, homies stick togethah tho, peace out.
~crust~
Thursday, 2 July 2015
A quick (?) snapshot of time
Assalamualaikum
(Peace be upon you)
Hmm.. where shall I start? There are too many moments, too many unspoken words, too many emotions that is emerging within me as I think about what to share with you guys at this moment. We have been out of reach for so long that just thinking about how we first met makes it hard for my tears to remain inside the borders of my lower waterline. Hah. Grey hair *smirk*
So, it has been FOUR months since I left Malaysia.
All of you guys were upset that I didn't go back during my last semester break in June and started to ambush me with the never ending questions of whys. Sorry for the false alarm guys. I had originally thought about going back. Seriously. I had discussed about it with my parents, called the air flight, and made plans with everyone (which now, when i look back, I realise how pack it was, lol). However, in the process of finalising the flight, I came across a program via my friends and welfare officer: The Mentor Program and hence, after thinking over it, I decided to fill up the mentor application form and cancelled the flight.
The mentor program was one in a million. Even though I missed you guys like crazy, there was never a sense of doubt or regret of joining the program. I love every second of it. The mentors came from various different countries, backgrounds and cultures but somehow there is this bond created between us. It was interesting to meet everyone and spending time with them was so precious, it would be one those stories I will retell when we grow old. I'm quiet and might be a tad bit timid around people I don't usually talk to but I love being with people :) People who I'm close and comfortable with knows how random and crazy I can get right? *grins at you ppl* Anyway, I wish I can pack these guys and bring them back to Malaysia. So, I can take them around Malaysia and introduce them to you guys.
I don't know if I should continue haahahahahhahah. still have a lot to tell you guys.
kkay. I'll make this short and crisp. Good luck to you people who is having your exams now. Good luck with all your presentations, further maths, driving licence, works and getting you braces soon! I already gave u guys enough pep talks these few days so, no pep talk in this post ahahhahahaha. next time.
What else? Hmmm.. oh yes. The amounts of gifts, souvenirs and unpost mails had recently accumulating at an accelerating rate. HELP MEH. THERE IS NO MORE SPACE GUYS. *sobs* when I come back on October, I think my bags will be full of other peoples stuff I bought for them instead of my own personal belongings. *sighs* Love you guys too much la,
To close this, My recent w.i.p art and random pics
Love you guys to bits and pieces. Need to rest for tmr.
xoxo, Cookie.
(Peace be upon you)
Hmm.. where shall I start? There are too many moments, too many unspoken words, too many emotions that is emerging within me as I think about what to share with you guys at this moment. We have been out of reach for so long that just thinking about how we first met makes it hard for my tears to remain inside the borders of my lower waterline. Hah. Grey hair *smirk*
So, it has been FOUR months since I left Malaysia.
All of you guys were upset that I didn't go back during my last semester break in June and started to ambush me with the never ending questions of whys. Sorry for the false alarm guys. I had originally thought about going back. Seriously. I had discussed about it with my parents, called the air flight, and made plans with everyone (which now, when i look back, I realise how pack it was, lol). However, in the process of finalising the flight, I came across a program via my friends and welfare officer: The Mentor Program and hence, after thinking over it, I decided to fill up the mentor application form and cancelled the flight.
The mentor program was one in a million. Even though I missed you guys like crazy, there was never a sense of doubt or regret of joining the program. I love every second of it. The mentors came from various different countries, backgrounds and cultures but somehow there is this bond created between us. It was interesting to meet everyone and spending time with them was so precious, it would be one those stories I will retell when we grow old. I'm quiet and might be a tad bit timid around people I don't usually talk to but I love being with people :) People who I'm close and comfortable with knows how random and crazy I can get right? *grins at you ppl* Anyway, I wish I can pack these guys and bring them back to Malaysia. So, I can take them around Malaysia and introduce them to you guys.
I don't know if I should continue haahahahahhahah. still have a lot to tell you guys.
kkay. I'll make this short and crisp. Good luck to you people who is having your exams now. Good luck with all your presentations, further maths, driving licence, works and getting you braces soon! I already gave u guys enough pep talks these few days so, no pep talk in this post ahahhahahaha. next time.
What else? Hmmm.. oh yes. The amounts of gifts, souvenirs and unpost mails had recently accumulating at an accelerating rate. HELP MEH. THERE IS NO MORE SPACE GUYS. *sobs* when I come back on October, I think my bags will be full of other peoples stuff I bought for them instead of my own personal belongings. *sighs* Love you guys too much la,
To close this, My recent w.i.p art and random pics
Still needs fixing and honestly saying, idk what and how is it going to turn out. just going with the flow here.
I really like the view from the flight <3
It getting colder and colder here. Winter is coming and mists would often visit us in the morning :)
Last, but not least, the Ocean. Absolutely adore it. Regretting the decision of not bringing any spare clothes so that I could be in the water. The cold never bothered me anyway ;)
Love you guys to bits and pieces. Need to rest for tmr.
xoxo, Cookie.
Millennia Mail
Random thought while I'm getting my homework done, (still not done long way to go):
Our memories, the ones we already made or the ones we're making right now, are like letters to our future selves.
-GASPPPP-
Yeah, I'm pretty sure a lot of people have already realized this but I'm bored so humour me. Haha look at me tryinna distract myself from my priorities. Old habits die hard, as they say.
But imagine if all our memories, maybe not all but the ones that are distinctive, the special ones, imagine them as little pieces of paper folded repeatedly into the tiniest squares and then being singularly packaged, like all wrapped up in pretty wrapping paper that would go vintage when we were to open them again one day.
When we're older and the packages unwrap themselves, maybe that's when you get that nostalgia tingling on the tips of your thoughts.
Sad memory, happy memory, whichever so, I think it's pretty cool how time works.
Our memories are the letters and time is our postman.
So what kind of letters do you think our future selves are expecting to receive?
~crust~
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
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