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Sunday, April 1, 2018

List of people's kindnesses towards me (pinned post, at least until April 1, 2018)

I become more appreciative so I decided to make a list of people's kindnesses towards me, as far as I could remember. As time flies, I will try to come back to this post and update the list. Why I decided to make this list? So that whenever I were to be in hard times or maybe when I have that 'not everyone is kind do not believe anyone' particular moment life principle comes across my mind, I could read this list back and be like, "No kid. You are wrong. This world is still full of positive kind amazing people. It just that you forgot you have once encountered them. Might they be the people around you every single second or just somebody you thought to be nobody you found on the street."

1. I still remember how our seniors treated us super nicely when we first arrived here. Imagine a more-than-a-day flight from Kuala Lumpur to San Jose. No joke man. Super tiring. Super hungry. And they fed us with Ayam masak (ok i forgot. Will try to come back to this) and ikan bilis and nasi putih!!! They even offered to tumpangkan our luggages and stuffs at their place so that it would be easier for us to move into our new house straight after we finished classes, although we refused at first (budak-budak baru nak up memang bajet bagus mcm ni la). On our first day at Ohlone, they even bought us Pringles Sour and Cream from the cafe and bottles of mineral water each for ten of us their juniors. And Arifah who guided me to my first class at Ohlone down the hill. And Arifah even offered to help us bought the comforters, pillows, whatnot for our first night at apartment we just moved into. Kak Piki and Ain who took the bus with us to Walmart together to get all other stuffs: periuk kuali, pinggan mangkuk, sudu garfu, tuala, baldi, selimut, etc. Shoutout to super Ohlone seniors: Eisqil, Alyn, Faizul, Kak Piki, Arifah, Kak Zaza, Azlina, Aina, Iman, dan Ain.

2. Kak Niza and Abang Wan invited us over to their home for buka puasa together. Kak Niza cooked us Mi Hailam, Ayam Masak Merah untuk Nasi Tomato, kari daging, acar. Love.

3. Aunty Ninie cooked us Ayam Masak Merah and (i forgot, again) recently for our buka. Thank you.

4. When the leasing center I am currently residing wanted fumigate our house, they politely asked us to move out to hotel they have arranged for us. Ok. We got to Marriot, with an open bar at the lobby. Screw the leasing management, but A BIG THANK YOU to Mirza Haikarl and Syahmi Izzat for bearing with us at the Marriot's lobby for the whole afternoon. They guys helped to drive Asiah, Elisha, and Fatin to the hotel right after class at 3, then decided to wait for that management people who promised to either call back the lobby or directly come and settle the issue down till 6 pm. And the leasing center was closed we couldn't reach them people of leasing center f. Called our seniors, again, to help us out. And again these two guys who stayed with us for hourssssss willed to drive us, again, to the new place. A big thank you!!! Not to forget to Rahmat Zaki too.

5. Today is July 3 2016. So on Thursday we wanted to have Nasi Arab at East Bay Islamic Center iinm, but we arrived at 9.30 pm when all the food was finished. When we arrived, I went to this one beautiful lady and "Is there any food left?" and she went "No dear. All finished." But then she walked to a group of makciks having their meal at a table. A few moments later, another both innerly and out beautiful lady came with a butter container. "Here I have some pasta for you three. You can have some. Here!" so eagerly they served us three. They even added some kind of rolls, chickens, and roti in our plates. "If you need more, come and get this extra pasta."  Love.







Monday, February 27, 2017

It's ok to have a dream

Watching all these good dramas and movies makes me compare them to the ones local-made.
Why can't we make ones like those?
Quality over quantity.
Can we have dramas and movies with content? The ones that trace back to our root, history, for the sake of our future generation? Or, if want to make them fun, refer back to the tales we were once told as kids, and include the morals with them.
Improve on the contents first.
Then, move on to the cinematography, editing, OSTs.
We need that.
Please.

Up to a point where I dream of producing dramas/films on my own.
With amazing cinematography, OSTs, storyline, all.
Well, it is good to have a dream.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Dramas/Movies/Shows/Songs I could repeatedly watch

For this time being.

1. City Hunter (Drama)
2. Goblin Dokkaebi (Drama)
3. Laskar Pelangi (Film)
4. Train to Busan (Film)
5. Titanic (Film)
6. I Will Go to You Like the First Snow - Ailee (Song)
7. My Love From the Star (Drama)
8. Layar Impian - Ella (Song)
9. Sampai Syurga - Faizal Tahir (Song)
10.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Dokkaebi

This drama, no joke, is an epic.
Still can't get over it even after I finished watching it for the first time last 2 weeks yes within those 2 weeks I went for the second round and unstoppable of its OSTs on my YouTube playlist.
Holding myself from watching it for the third time.
I should have developed my addiction and love in studies like how I did for the drama and its everything- the casts, storyline, cinematography, OSTs, everything.

Oh boy yes I think Imma rewatch it bye

Monday, February 20, 2017

dying is a waste

I am currently at this point of life where dying would not be worthy because I haven't accomplished much in life.
By accomplishment I mean every aspect that life has to offer; spiritual, social, intellect, emotional, etc.

Monday, February 13, 2017

GOBLIN

Kdrama world of 2016 has witnessed a great historical moment in GOBLIN ey?
I just finished watching it, i think it took me one weekend, and left me bawling and man this withdrawal syndrome is real.
It is not easy to move on from those deities (Goblin, goblin's bride, Grim Reaper especially).
Let alone the drama. ALLLLLL THE OSTs, they are efffffing goooooodddd!!!!!! That what makes me even emotional....
ah rewatching it now, on ep 6 already.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

"Are you safe?"

So it is official. Trump has ordered major Muslim ban throughout the US, listing out specifically 7 states to be detained from entering this country.
Bad. Bad Trump.

My mom's reaction, "Are you safe there Kakak? Are Trump supporters there in Fremont?"

I found it hard to present the arguments to say that, "I'll be fine. Californians, specifically people in Bay Area are not racist. We belong here. Everyone belongs here, to this land," not because I stand with those yang melayu panggil kafir, but watch those people who have been outside the airports in major cities protesting him Trump. Aren't you touched? Those non-Muslims, they are such lovely people who fight for our right. They are not related to us Muslims, yet they fight the cold to show how they reject the hatred spread by that man.

My point being, don't worry. Americans, as you might have heard, are quite civilized. They have sense. Sometimes too much sense. They sometimes care too much. Love strangers randomly. Even when sometimes I feel like I don't belong, they assure that I would be just fine.

When I said out my worries, "What if a man suddenly shoots me when I was walking home back from class at night just because I wear the scarf?", they console me, "Shh don't say that. Nobody's gonna hurt you. You'll be fine," and yes I felt much better after that.

The thing here in Bay Area, it is hard for you to find racism. I assure you. Compared to other parts of the US. Why you say? Well maybe because they are more developed than most parts of the country, they have maaaany top schools and universities here, which I believe explains the most part of it.

Here everyone from all parts of the world comes together, sits next to each other in a class. Where you ask? Hm. Pakistan got, China got, Taiwan got, Philippines got, Japan got, Mexico got, Malaysia also got, India? many many many got. Whites too. Blacks. And they have accustomed to the world of different skin colors, sizes and heights, accents. They understand it well. They have gone through the phase I am going through right now. Their parents have. Or maybe their grandparents. Or their great grandparents. Too many generations passed that they don't call Pakistan or China or India or Japan or Philippines their home anymore. Their home is here. In the US.

Until comes one man spreading the hatred. Now everyone is back in fear.

But I tell you, inshAllah I'll be safe.