Just google it.

Assalamualaikum.

This happened to me countless of times, and I think it happens to a lot of people as well.

Have you ever asked a question to someone, and their reply was "Just google it." ? I have. To be frankly honest, I get pissed every time someone tells me to google it.

Maybe it's just one of my pet peeves but I honestly think it's kinda rude to tell someone who's asking you a question to go google something.

Why is it such a big deal to me?

Here's why.

Homesick

Assalamualaikum everyone, and good day.

I haven't written a post in quite some time, with the new semester starting and all that, my head has gotten a bit confused, mixed up and the sorts.

I just came back from Malaysia, after 2 months of holidays. Most of my friends also just came back from their holidays, and mostly everyone misses Malaysia.

I would like to take you guys back 2 months before today, just right after I flew from South Korea to Malaysia. There was one week before I flew back, and in that one week, I wanted to do everything.

I wanted to climb mountains, have picnics, go swimming in clear, cool streams, go shopping, go water rafting, bike rides along Han River, and while most of them I did do, I didn't get to do all of them. After one week, it was finally time for me and my friends to return to Malaysia to spend our summer holidays there, bear in mind that we haven't seen our home nation in nearly one and a half year and we were so excited to meet our families and our friends back in our hometown.

I can't really say on behalf of my friends, but after landing safely in Malaysia, chatting with my family, eating out, and at 8PM, I laid in bed and thought,

"I miss Korea. I want to go back."

Saya masih orang yang sama.

Assalamualaikum! hihu~

Apa khabar pembaca-pembaca setia yang dikasihi Allah sekalian?

Hari ini ada cerita panas, well, tak ada la panas mana, cuma satu fenomena yang agak ajaiblah bagi saya.

Pada suatu hari, Lisa bertemu dengan rakan-rakannya setelah bertahun-tahun tidak berjumpa. Sebelum dia keluar, dia mengenakan baju kurung berwarna biru, selendang lebar bertona serupa, lengkap dengan stokin dan stokin tangan. Lisa yang belajar di UK, baru sahaja mendapat peluang balik ke tanah airnya setelah 2 tahun menuntut di universiti terkemuka di UK.

Dia tidak sabar bertemu dengan rakan-rakannya yang mengenalinya dari umur 13 tahun, malah ada yang lebih lama mengenalinya. Setelah menunggu kedatangan kawan-kawannya dia sebuah restoran di pekan, mereka berpelukan sesama sendiri, tangan berjabat, pipi berlaga, senyuman dilemparkan, sungguh Lisa merindui sahabat-sahabat baiknya.

"Wahh, Lisa, ustazah kau sekarang." Komen Mira tersenyum. Rakannya yang lain turut mengangguk tanda setuju.

"Dulu ingat Lisa kan tomboy, main jerit-jerit dekat laki, pastu ingat tak dia pernah tampar seorang budak tu, apa namanya, haa, Mamat!" Azura pula menyelit, diikuti dengan ketawa rakan-rakan. Lisa pun ketawa, tercuit hatinya mengenang masa yang lalu.

"Alah kau ni, dulu ingat tak kau suka dekat Ali, pastu kau siap bagi dia surat layang lagi, kau jugak datang complain kat aku." Lisa menampar lembut bahu kawannya sambil ketawa dengan ketawanya yang cukup unik.

"Weh, kau still gelak sama lah. Tak berubah pun!" kata Dina.

Lisa mengerutkan dahi, tapi senyumannya tidak lekang.

"Mestilah, aku masih Lisa yang sama kot."

"Yalah, kau kan dah berubah sekarang...."

Changing Seasons

The crackle of fresh snow underneath those boots,

the blackened ice of late winter,

stillness and the smell of death thickens the winter air,

probably the smell of your withering hope.

And spring promises you a thousand dreams,

budding beautiful flowers by the dozen,

slowly but steadily growing with love,

and those hopes of yours looks real

the heat heightens with a fierce intensity,

so does your passion and soul,

the sand is warm under your toes,

as you bask in the shine of your triumphs.

soon leaves start to grow old and darken,

growing frail and eventually kissing the damp floor,

what had gone wrong all along when it was going well?

you soon realize that it was the nature of things.

winter creeps in with it's harsh winds,

you seem to start all over again,

but this time you won't falter in the long nights,

for there will be a new spring by dawn.

-Syaza Mariyah-

1:31PM in my room, Malaysia.

Confessions of a Kpop Addict.

Assalamualaikum! hewhew. It's been a long time right? Okay maybe not so long lah. I've had a writer's block for quite a while (a while because my previous blog, I updated like everyday.)

But today, bam! An idea hit me like a storm, at 11:00PM whilst I was trying to get some sleep. And guess what? Here I am at 11 something something PM writing this post down because I can't sleep with an idea in my head. It's a curse, and a blessing I guess.

AHA!

Today's topic, I actually mulled it over for a while, thinking about the appropriateness of the topic, whether it would be opening my own 'pekung' but I thought, this is to be treated as a lesson. I will try to keep that in mind whilst writing this post.

p/s. I really want to write a post in full Malay, but I need to brush up on my Malay I think, you know, artfully, like novel type of Malay, with good grammar and powerful vocabs and stuff like that, because writing in Malay very casually doesn't have the same impact. Well maybe it does but I think I'll make it awkward so let's save that till another day okay? ^^

Newton's Third Law.

Assalamualaikum and good day.

Have you ever tried to hit a mosquito? With only one hand? Scientifically, the mosquito will not die from the impact. Why?

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

When you hit a mosquito with only one of your hand, the opposite reaction would be the mosquito 'hitting' your hand back with the same amount of force. But since the size of the mosquito is a lot smaller than your hand, the force of the mosquito high fiving you is barely recognizable. The force which you exerted on the mosquito, however big it maybe, cannot kill the mosquito because only a small surface area of your hand makes contact with the mosquito, the rest of the force is lost to the air surrounding it.

Confusing? Yeah, I don't like physics either.

Let's look at another way of looking at this topic, a universal example that is easier to understand.

Love. Or more specifically, unrequited love.

Sedangkan tempat jatuh lagi dikenang - A trip to SABDA

Assalamualaikum! And good day to all.

The post title is in Malay but maybe I'll write this post in English (or maybe rojak as usual)

On 15th July, I visited my former high school, Sekolah Menengah Sains Bagan Datoh or famously known as SABDA.