Read, Write and Recite

Assalamu'alaikum wbt and sawadeekrap, peeps! Been so busy lately with study and work and finally a wee bit of rest before the real challenge starts. Apart from being busy with my study and other organisational work (student council in which I had already retired from YEAH!), I am also keeping myself hectic and active with other things that I haven't tried before. But if you already knew me before this, I was a passive and inactive person, ever since primary school. I hate being active in any extra-curricular activities such as sports and clubs, unless that club is related to something I like and passionate about i.e. English. One of the reasons I dislike being active in these EC activities is because I hate to mingle around with people back then. I don't know, but maybe it's related to my low self-esteem and confidence. However, when I entered IPG, I was still the same during foundation years and a year after Degree program. But everything changed in 2015. I became...

Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hola, peeps! Almost entering the third week of the new year already. How time flies. See anything different? Yes. I changed the title of my blog and the description. Stupendulous. You might ask what does it mean. You might ask whether it exists or not. Well, just like the word 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious', it doesn't. But people know it exists. The latter (and long) word is extracted from the famous movie, Mary Poppins, starred by the talented and beautiful Julie Andrews. It is a ludicrous word and it is meant to explain things that are un-explainable in words, so the scriptwriter created this word to explain those types of things. Same goes to 'Stupendulous'. It doesn't mean a thing, but it is meant to explain something that are too wonderful, awesome and incredible. So the goal of the change that I made is to make myself be daring to change to something that you can find too awesome, too incredible and too wonderful to...

Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey, y'all! It's rather cloudy today, looks like it's going to rain soon. Before writing this post, I did lots and lots of thinking about what I'm going to post next on this blog. So many ideas, so little time, and my mood was not coherent with my head either. But this post was inspired by some people (not going to mention names) and it makes me wonder, there are still some people who think of the world this way. This way I mean common stereotyping. Yes, stereotyping. 'Stereotype' (noun), if according to my own understanding, it's the way people would normally view or common perspective the society see in certain thing or person. That is how I view it. And according to Mr. Google, stereotype (noun) means "a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing." Stereotyping does not only happens in our country, it also being practiced all over the world. Each and every soci...

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum and hey guys! The sun is looking mighty fine today ay~ Today's post is more personal for me (I think) but I think some of you might be able to relate to it. Well, I had just gone through with my last paper for this semester's final examination last Thursday and every student (or more like vagabond) who is far far away from home and who hasn't gone back home for quite some time might feel this whenever the last paper is coming around the corner. The 'Last Paper Syndrome'. And I felt it though. Not much. But still, I could feel it. Last Paper Syndrome or LPS (for short) is a mental distraction for those who are having their last paper but already have the feeling of starting their holiday early and not studying at all. AT ALL. They might start with the packing and stuff (especially us who have to change rooms next semester and us who are flying back home) and the feeling of studying disintegrates almost completely in...

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey again, peeps! I've been doing a lot--I mean A LOT--of thinking lately. Maybe it was due to stress or even problems that don't even exist yet. (This is the major problem with overthinkers. Yup, that's it. Overthinking.) For the past 4 and a half years that I've been away from my family (for quite a long time, disregarding the holiday periods) and studying in this IPG, I've noticed a lot of things. In me, and in my other friends as well. First, you would learn to value your family. Like a lot. Maybe for those who have been staying in hostels or dorms had had experienced this kind of things, but when it comes to staying at the hostels and dorms and being thousands of miles away from home (element: hyperbole), you'll learn to appreciate the presence and existence of a group of people called 'family'. Honestly writing ('cause I'm practically writing, and not speaking), I value my friends ba...

Bismillahirahmanirahim~ Assalamu'alaikum wbt and hey everyone! Long time no write on this abandoned blog of mine. It's not because that I'm busy or anything of some sort, it's just that I'm lazy and I almost forgot the existence of this blog. Hahaha. (I'm sorry, blogger) Now that I'm back for like more than a year (I think), I have so much to talk about.  First is about my comeback here on this blog. I don't know whether I am back permanently or just a short 'visit and write' here. I was actually inspired by one of my classmates who got hired for her writing skills in her blog. (You can read them here:  adawiyahrosli ). She got hired about a year ago by a famous online shopping website known as  Zalora Malaysia  and she only noticed it recently. Thankfully the offer is still on and Alhamdulillah she got hired. (Congrats, Dadaw yeay!) I am deeply inspired by this (and maybe hoping to be hired as a writer as well, soon. I always dream of earni...

I wake up. Eyes searching here and there. Something familiar. But none. All seems alien to me. Tch. I stand up. Wander around the confined space. Bumping here and there. Finally a mechanism that looks like a door. Bump. I turn the knob. Unlock. Twist and push. Light begins to rush into the godforsaken room. Temperature starts to rise. Heat. I step into the door. Barefoot, grass felt. It is another realm. A world full with weird creatures. Flying here and there. Stunned. I thrust forward. Loving the grassy ground on my feet. Freedom. It's green. It's blue. It's yellow. It's red. It's colourful. Colours here and there. Blinded. I continue the pace. Walking towards a place where the water is blue. It's refreshing. It's nice. Nice enough to drown myself. Step by step. I sink downwards. The water is nice. So I sink deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Deeper than the seabed. Deep. I breathe. Drown. Not a chance. Somehow air has reached me to the botto...