It has been that long !!!

 A lot of things changed within these 5 years. 

Carrier wise

personal

family

but i am still single !!!! hehehehehe

2015 - part 1

2015 is a wonderful year as i achieved most of my target.Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah..

Although i said wonderful, but there's always hick-ups where i take it as Allah's reminder. Like the time after my phd was confirmed but the uni who sponsored me took a long time to take me in. Well, i was actually lucky the finally took me in because the VC of the uni are to be replaced. Goshhh... thank you Allah again because ONLY ALLAH knows what would or could happen then.

Then i graduated, i hope i've made my family proud, parents happy, dad finally got his wish come true through me and i secured myself a job. It is all HaRD work okay. 6 years of struggling to get here. What makes me happy is that, my bosses tend to remember me and my passion for teaching hehehe Maluuuuu... at least they know and remember me laa from my job interview hari tu kann.

Well 2015 is just the starting point. There's a lot more to do and learn in order to make 2016 another milestones.

Too early to conclude my 2015.

To be continued

Dream Job - part 2

Long overdue post abt this , baru teringat nak post 

For the love of teaching
So, Lecturing is my dream job. I am kinda loving what I do now even though it's only just on Part time basis.For the sake of my love for teaching, I've gone through all kind of stupid thing, thanks to the management. There was this one time, I was already teaching 3 classes with 3 different subjects, and suddenly, got a call giving me another class. hahahaha but it's okay, I love teaching. Handling 3 different subject and you only've got a weekend to prepare things... Phew....

There was also a time when I was already given 2 subjects to teach, confirmed with the faculty that's i will be teaching in, prepared scheme of work and planned ( because it was already the 3rd week and chapters are piling up.) All of a sudden, somebody tak puas hati and they strip off the subject from me. Nanges... mana nak bayar bill ni, tak de gaji.... then the following week, they offered me another teaching job which has no taker. Ok lah dari tak de, Beggars are not choosers kan...

So this semester, I've started a new journey,by teaching the Long distance learning (LDL) program or the weekend class. My parents jumped when I told them i took the weekend classes. Parents will be parents.... No matter how old you get...I told them I need money to live my life, to support my expenses and stuff, they said, it's their responsibility to provide those things for me... Now, now dear mummy and daddy, isn't it high time I provide you guys with those things? ;p hehehe. But my dad was also concerned about the working on Sunday. He never approves my University activity on sundays, I used to spend 24/7 in UiTM when i was doing my MBA and my dad will complain "apa ni, hari ahad duduk rumah laaah" hahahahaha

So, the LDL class scares me a little, I was nervous because they could eat me up alive in the class. Hey, they are from the industry, and who am i? just a fresh Grad trying to make a living by teaching. Mcm terasa tak layak je... But , Redah je lah... I was "condifent" ( my definition of redah kasi pecah when the confident level is relatively low) but act cool, I have to admit I am easily irritated when students are late for class especially my Class. Not wanting to naik HANGEN, i kept telling myself to let it go, and it's okay to start class 10 minutes late , but my brain's brain kept telling me, "but there's no time to waste, 2 hours , 5 times per-semester wont be enough. So, I let it go, sudah lah kelas was not equipped with anything at all. No computers, no projectors ( kena gi ambik kat mana entah, lepas tu nak hantar balik, mintak tlg student, kesian pulak dah la penat berkejar ke kelas and all). Sabar aje lah.

Yes, there's a different in teaching full time and LDL students. One not having experience, and the other ada experience but tidak menyedarinya... Sigh.. but that's where i came in to guide them.

The kind of students
Talking about students, Ya ampun, segala jenis mak nenek ada.. hahahahaha
nenek kebayan pun ada kihkihkih

Atuk kebayan tak yah ckp laaa...

Kaki bodek memang ramai. Lepas exsm.habis semuanya hilang entah kemana. Well you can read the sincierity  there right. Yang ikhlas yang tak ikhlas.mcm mcm lah.

I just need to becareful lah...

Yang bnyk songeh pun ada. Peel mcm mcm hahaha 

Well this is a jouney where i think made me grow with all this kind of persngai i encountered. Peringatan utk diri sendiri and all. 

Dream Job - Part 1

Being a lecturer is my dream job. Eh.. bukan housewife ke? LOL !!   Speaking of Housewife, while I was doing my PhD in Adelaide, I pretty much took care of myself alone. Like Cook, Clean, Laundry, groceries shopping and all. Life is no princess , no chaperone like in Malaysia. Princess ke? Princess la sangattt. Yeah like in Malaysia, my mom ada bibik which voluntarily help me with my laundry, ironing my scarves and all. My mom make sure that bibik followed me everywhere. Not that she doesn't trust me but M mom got this paranoid thing. So, since we malas nak argue or cari dosa, follow je laah.. Of course Bibik doesnt mind the extra pocket money and top up card hehehehe Eh tadi kata voluntarily...  I absolutely had nothing against doing things on my own while in Adelaide. I love to cook, in fact, My mom has surrendered her Chief Cook position at home for me. Bibik usually felt guilty when i cook as she said it is her duty, but i love to cook ,so no big deal. I was also so inspired to become a housewife when I read blogs about SAHM and stuff. Not to mention the housewives I met and became friends with. And another reason is because of Akhirah. I read a book about being a muslimah , a wife and a mother. Because I love to procrastinate while doing PhD LOL !!!, i find reading all the islamic stuff interesting and it made me closer to my religion ( not that I am not close to ALLAH before, but just the regular 5 times praying kadang kadang tak cukup pun).

I then realized that what a small human being I am without my investment in my Akhirah. Stuff I read began to haunt me, like how being a good wife to a husband, constant prayers, give birth to your husband's baby and all, you can choose your way to enter Jannah. And also, by giving birth to a baby, you get a lot of pahala and all that stuff. I began to question why am I doing my PhD when it is only achievement on Duniah. My akhirah is zero. So, I was devastated, I was so down. Allah knows.

The thought of me wanting to become a housewife without a husband is also daunting me. I am not pretty , face wise, not marketable, people dont fall in love with me at first sight. In fact first impression would usually be " geees... what a scary lady" or " geeessss, what's wrong with her face?" or even "Geeessss, is this lady handicapped ?" I don't have a supermodel body either. But ALLAH created me like what I am suppose to be, short, fat and stout , like a Penguin. Hehehehehehe... I don't match a guy's criteria for a wife which would usually be gorgeous, thin, slim or slender. Coming from a Javanese (Bogor) and Iranian from my Father's side, and Indian and Arab from my mother's side, the build up of my body pretty much followed my father's side, short and stubby hehehehe So the guys I usually stumble upon ( Oh ALLAH !! why...why? hep !! Husna!! it is a sin to do that !!!) always look forward for gorgeous , slim and slender ladies to mengorat. So , there goes my chance, down the drain.

So , as much as I want to be a housewife, get loads of pahala with my 'husband' guiding me , doing all the religious things together like my parents did, be a good wife and stuff and enter Jannah, has now gone down the drain.

 I had this moment when I was in the middle of my PhD journey, "Maybe I should ran away to the UK, marry a cab driver and sit quietly there and collect my pahala and enter jannah" Hahahaha Crazy kannn.... But then, Allah is Great, I guess, because of my constant crying and praying, it then appears in my heart and mind that, I am a daughter to my parents, and i should serve my parents first, even if my Pahala does not match those married ladies and all. I regained my strength and completed my PhD although being a housewife is still kinda of still on my mind hahahaha . Tapi tak de husband, sapa nak tanggung ? may be i can be those online entrepreneur ke hahaahahaha

Alhamdulillah, I am now lecturing, although just a part timer for the time being, I believed that ALLAH has installed the rezeki and reward for each of us. I am sure there are ups and downs of being whatever you want to be, but if you are happy with it, then that's it. ( i remembered crying in front of Kaabah, praying to ALLAH, asking ALLAH to make way for me to further my Masters (specifically in UiTM with the Young Lecturer's Scholarship and then specifically for me to become a lecturer in Business Faculty of Shah Alam, specifically !!! Alhamdulillah I got what i wanted but there's a price to it).

At the end of the day, ALLAH is great, ALLAH knows best. What ever you wished for, might not be good for you and what ever you think is not good for you might be the BEST. So, I may not stand a chance to be a housewife or become a wife to somebody, but I guess, Lecturing is also noble enough for me to gain all the pahala ( when my students are all good and tak buat perangai hahahaha but when they drive me up the walls, Grrrrrr !@#$%& LOL !!!) and I also a daughter to my parents, remember ? hehehe

THINGS NOT TO SAY TO A PhD STUDENT

NO LONGER  A PhD STUDENT (updated on 1st of June 2015 ! yeeeHAAAA )


This post is gonna be here till the end,

and until then, Don't ever ask me the following question because it is not nice ;)

and one more question i am kinda allergic to is "Bila nak balik?" "Bila nak habis?"

heee, seriously, no offence, teeeheeee....

Have a good day everyone !!! 

;)

Thank you

From top Left, 

1. My support system - needless to say more 😊✌️ Not forgetting my extended family (Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, nephew and nieces) 

2. Both my Backbone and support system. Mak, Marian, Me, Keith (my Atuk/ Co.supervisor) and Ba. Photo credit : farhan

3. My furry buddies - Che Puteh , my great buddy since diploma, she died in August 2014 of old age.She's 13. Belle (2012) , Pingu (2014) and Aboo (2014) whom I lost along the way. My roommate , Hitler and cheeky Cleo. 

6. Workstation at NILS - piles of books and journals, cracking the head to write 'stuff'. Thank you LLalainey, Linda and Lulu for the support and help. (I miss our laksa session) Thank you Pak Guard / Security of Flinders University, for the late night ride home, accidental Lock out and dysfunctional after hour pass. 

4. This is not my only photo with Marian this is the only photo of me and her on FB hahahahaha. Taken on my birthday in 2011, Marian threw me a surprise birthday during the seminar where I presented my progress report. She asked Liana to help set it.😂😂😂😂. Not forgetting Pi-Shen in Pink t-shirt, whom never fail to make me feel like home because of his Singaporean accent hehehe 

4. Marian showing the carrots from her garden. She cooked carrot soup that night with potatoes also from her garden. I had a good time staying at her place during Ramadhan 2013 to crack the first draft (the thesis was 400 pages and it was really 'heavy and dry' ! nanges la siapa yang baca 😂😂😂!) 

5. Another form of 'support system' or MUST HAVE in the fridge at home and in the office hahaha most of the time ended up feeling Gassy and bloated lalu kena kontrol kalau nak Kentut hahahaha kalau tak officemate boleh pengsan 😝✌️

6. my 'Suka duka kami harungi bersama'. Baik pergi berjalan jalan naik PIMPAM PEMPOT, baik Pergi women's and children's hospital utk Laser treatment, pinjam kereta utk Girls only activity and left amirul behind, endless trip to Marion and halal butcher, makan/tgk movie kat laptop/Uno sessions,lepak kat Community center DJV lawan main scrabble and Rock Band hahahahaha Pak Tua, Malam dalam angin Kencang, Usop, usin, mak tam and Ismah , you guys rocks!!!! Not forgetting my officemates Linda, Llainey and Lulu.  And then,  my DJV gurls Dr Kak Za, Dr. Kak zatul , Dr Kak Nita, Dr Hanim, Zie, Liana, Farhanah, Fazeila and Nadia Jude. My adelaide sweetheart, Alia, Hazreel and Qaqa and a few others whom I can't mention here but you know who you are.

7. The most recent email I got (that finally didn't give me any goosebumps at all) , from my greatest Supervisor of all, although she kept me for almost 7 years 😝✌️. But it was worth it. Taught me about ups and downs of life, the meaning of sacrifice, Love (husband and wife, parents - children,siblings and friends), of how you must go on even if you're stuck in a puddle full of S**T. Most importantly, she believed that I can do anything!! That I can cross the hurdle and she kept supporting till the end. A great supervisor,mentor and friend. 

And Thank you to all whom is reading this piece of mind, for the support given , shown, not shown directly or indirectly 😝✌️

Changes in Life

Phew !!! (Dusting the dust on my Blog ;p )

My last post was in August 2014, in Adelaide. I can almost feel the cool winter air in my small one bed flat in FMC flat. Oh wait, that's just my current temperature in my room, with full blast aircond at 16 degree. LOL !!! (Malaysia's been on a series of heatwave )

I left Adelaide again in September, 2014 after my Thesis submission. Finally !!!! after almost 2 years of delay. I couldnt express how relief I am when Marian sent me that email saying that, the thesis is good to go. HOWEVER, she expected that there will be a MAJOR correction for my Thesis.
-___-' (such a 'good' motivation but I DONT CARE !! I wanna submit !!!) Although Atuk did not think so. He told me that I should take another month to review my thesis. Enough is enough Atuk, my tears streamed down immediately when he told me that i should take another month. I told him, the money in my account is not multiplying by itself hahahaha. Although he said he could give me some fund to stay, I refused. I WANT to submit already !!!! PLEASEEEE !!!!  plus the Legal department in my Uni in Malaysia had sent me "THAT' letter. Matilamak nak oiiii !!! Finally, on that fine Monday morning. Eh ? Fine Ke?? not so fine, it was VERY windy that  my Chocolate milkshake duckscarves wrapped my face not once and not twice but 4 times. I was VERY windy and spitting that day and I finally submitted my thesis. Alhamdulillah !!! it was a HUGE relief. I had been through a lot and i hope and wish nobody else will go through what i have gone through.

Fast forward to December, Marian told me that one of the examiner replied with Minor correction. Which was shocking and unbelievable but Alhamdulillah.... Sujud Syukur !!! and by the end of December another examiner replied saying that he needed more time with my Thesis. Aiyooookkk !!! Cuak beb !! Is this where the Major corrections comes in? But the truth is, this examiner is from Malaysia and he took a new year break because he later replied with Minor Corrections. Alhamdulillah !! Sujud Syukur !!! I've passed my PhD !!! (of course la Minor Correction. It took me like what? 6 years to complete mine, Dr OT once mentioned, if it took you 3 years to complete your thesis, and the result is Minor correction, then you can be considered Hebat, but if it is Major correction, it is okay because 3 years is not long. But if it took you 6 years to do your thesis and it is Major correction, then something is wrong !!! so the my minor correction is nothing, tak la sehebat mana pun, memang sepatutnya pun minor kannnn...

It is such an indescribable feeling. I don't know if i was happy, relief or excited. I couldn't tell. I only remembered the tears as I called my mom because she was in Penang taking care of my sick Aunt. The feeling is Neutral. It is not that it does not have any meaning, but I guess, there's no excitement already, because it has been too long that I was being disowned by my university. It felt almost like being divorced and I became gila talak (not that i had been through such thing hehehe but it almost felt like so). My brother kept telling me to move on and look for some other place that would appreciate me better but my organization engagement towards my university is very strong that the organization commitment is unbreakable. Cewahhh !!!

It was my dream to serve the university, and to help equip my nation to face the future working life. The most important thing is that I love to teach, more of taking actually !!! Dari kecik memang suka pot pet pot pet pot pet kannn.... LOL !!

As for now, I am paid by the hour for part time lecturing and at the rate things are going, I am considered underpaid. but because I simply love what I am doing, I am Happy walaupun, berikat perut jugak la...  No branded clothes, handbags, or shoes. Semua cap ayam je or in a league of its own like some Aussie brand and brands that are not popular in Malaysia.

Allah only gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers. Handling a PhD with a moving target ( my subject) along with portwine stain on tow is not an easy thing. And having to be disowned by your university for technical and administrative reason ( disowned in 2013 and i only got to know the real reason in 2015.. GREAT!! Yaaa Hoooo), is also a TEST. But what kept me strong is my parents, my siblings, and my ayat seribu dinar, my dhuhas and my Al Mathurat. I don't know how long i can sustain this feeling but I will have to keep on being strong. Insyaa ALLAH

Alhamdulillah, the PhD is mine now.

I'm now Dr Husna. <--- changes="" itu="" je="" nye="" p="" pun..="">
(The feeling is still neutral and I was numb during my graduation ceremony. There 's no feeling although it moved me when Alia told me that she saw my mom wiped happy tears when I was on stage.)

But I am pretty much the same old me, the lousy - most cracked person on earth.

I can scrape off 'PhD' from my bucket list and proceed with others now..

will membebel more in next post hehehehe

Life is full of Dramas...

Being away from home, makes you watch Drama melayu a lot...
why?
Coz it makes you feel at home

( hahahahaha statement tak leh blah punyaaaa...)

Well, on one side, it makes you feel at home because it is Drama melayu. Kat Aussie ni, letih benar bercakap english all the time. Jadi bila tengok drama melayu, fuhhhh lega skit, something we can relate to walaupun,

Drama Melayu is drama melayu... Drama... dah nama pun drama, tak logik bagai, too good to be true, watak lelakinya yang super duper Ah-mazing ( insert bunyi bunyian magic disini), watak wanitanya yang fuhhhh lengkap pakejnyaa, and dont let me get to the part where they meet each other, (either terlanggar kereta kat simpang ke, terlanggar kat tepi tangga ke, kawin paksa ke, kena tangkap basah tapi tak bersalah ke, kena rape ke, di set up utk tangkap basah ke, pura pura bercinta and kawin sebab tak nak kawin dgn pilihan mak ke, haaaa apa lagi ye ? hehehehehe semua di atas lah...)

A student once was so Terkejut Dinasour and look at me with disbelief when I told her I watched "Love you Mr arrogant"

"Miss, Miss layan benda benda merepek mcm tu?" said the final year student..( errrrrr shouldn't the question be the other way round ? I mean , shouldn't I be asking that question instead of her? Naahh.. i think it's fine, Lecturer tak leh tgk drama melayu pulak dah ke? hahahaha Bukan lah Miss tgk and tangkap leleh nak Berangan jadi mcm dlm novel tu, or may be lelaki idaman mcm tu... haihhhhh puhhh-leees... Reality check !! Life is not a novel. As far as I am concern, I am attached to the ground hehehehe ( peace ).

I don't know, to me, I watched all those illogical love story for fun ( as if there's not enough drama in my life kan....hehehe) Just for fun and just to waste time. Plus,  dalam diam saya menyokong industry hiburan tanah air kannn ? Dari yang tak tengok tu ? haaaaa nampak tak permainan di situ hehehehehe...

Anyways, this are the ones I've watched recently

and the one I am currently watching.

Cuma satu je la, the feeling when the Drama reach its final episode, will always be like

"LA !!!!! ni je???"

"Aik.....??? penat penat tgk, ending nya mcm ni?"

Mcm compressed gitu... haihhhh'

or may be I will have to pursue Kursus pembuatan Drama dan filem in the future for me to make a drama of my own  and choice with the right ending and all...

Anyway, this is just my 2 cents, I am not responsible on how you interpret it ( peace )

Happy Eid !!!

Happy Eid peeps !!!

I celebrated Eid in Flinders. In a gym , and I ate Bakso on Eid morning. Wow, such a different kind of Eid. But I enjoyed it. Alhamdulillah, God's given me the chance again. I used to complained that we celebrated Eid the same way for the past donno how many years. Same old routine, same old people who doesnt care if you exist or not and same old drama hehehehe (may be its just me but, i need a break please. Especially when your presence doesnt make a different at all. Nobody cares.)

So, last year I was in adelaide too. But my flight was on Eid day itself. On the Eid morning when everyone is busy dressing up going yo the mosque and stuff, M booked a taxi for me to go to the airport. Because I was really early, i went to Harbourtown hehehe. The rest of my 1st of syawal was spent on the plane. Before i left, the stewardess handed me a huge packets if nuts, 'for raya' she said. Heheheh how toughtfull of her.

This year, after Eid rayers with the muslims in Uni, we had eid feast. BecAuse it was conducted by MIAS (muslim indonesia Australia Selatan) , so I get to eat Bakso :) it was amazingly delicious. A new experience for me. Met a few other malaysians student and had some photography session by the Flinders Lake.

Later we (Me and Alia) went to Ismah's place where she cooked a feast!!! That girl is amazing !! She cooked rendang, kuah kacang and sambal goreng!!!












And it was all delicious !!! Then we went back to Uni and continued with our work.




Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri,
Maaf Zahir Batin

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Aboo's Passing

Aboo our beloved cat passed away on the 17th of July 2014.
My brother said it was Sporo.
So, the house is one cat less and no more Chatty Aboo 😭

I am currently in Adelaide to complete my thesis. Such a sad news but I know Aboo is now in a better place and not suffering.

Sleep well aboo, i will miss your 'tazkirah'













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Duplicate

This is a story yang actually dah basi, i've moved on but since it was brought up again, i think i should blog about it.

In December, i attended a wedding on behalf of my parents. They were away for umrah and asked me and my bro to attend the wedding. Well, i was kinda excited at first as it is a wedding of this 'someone'.

So when the day comes, we went to the wedding. They served us 5 course chinese Meal. Yeah something you dont usually get at weddings. But i pity the Datin next to me as she's not into chinese food. But the dessert was good.

So i posted a few photo's of the bride and groom on instagram with her wedding hashtag and all. Okay, you see, i love to put photos of any bunga telur i get at a wedding and i have a follower on intagram whom likes to comment about it. We dont kutuk but simply saying 'wow, cantik' or 'wow, hadiah paling bergaya' and stuff.

So i uploaded the photos i took during her wedding, and later a photo of the bunga telur.





A few months later, while browsing my instagram, i saw the exact photo on her instagram. I was surprised, but i thought it was not mine. But then i saw my kitchen window in the reflection and also the scratch i have on the kitchen counter. OH my god!! It's my photo !!!! I tagged the bride on my photo, even commented on her photo, It took me a few hours, to post it on my IG and some of my friends were having the same opinion as mine. One of my friend confronted her and later i went into the picture. We were badly bashed by the bride's follower. Then they even make fun of us by posting a few other post. Some of the follower claimed that i am tak sedar diri that i dah pergi melantak kat kenduri tu, dapat coklat mahal, and then the bride cnnot use the photo. I say, Memang lah, sebab it's my photo!! Then Some other claimed that the photo belongs to the bride because its her bunga telur. I say , sejak bila pulak ada rules mcm tu?





All i am saying is, confirmkan la dulu gambar tu ambik dari mana (which is still a mystery that the bride pun tak tahu), i mean, if its from your instagram wedding hashtag pun, check la siapa user nya. A simple credit would be nice rather than bashing and memalukan orang. There are rules and formality for this kind of things. I know some people were telling me to let go, and it is not worth my time. But it kills me to see this kind of things. Nak kata tak educated, masuk uni, google ada, guna laa.

Yeah i did confront her as well and her bestfren. But no sorry no nothing after all the bashing. The bride replied to me but still she made it as though she donno anything and her intention was to eat the choc. Well let me get that straight, i dun care if u wanna eat chocs but you dont simply use people's photo. And when somebody tegur and say the photo belongs to someone else, say sorry or do some investigation la about it. Not just simply play 'i dunno' and let your followers bash me. I have to admit, i am upset about it. Some of her followers even asked me why i did such things this to their idol. I was like 'what????' I am the one to be blame now? Serious sedih kot!

But then, i did let it go until today. I decided to write about this in my blog. From the moment I let it go , keeping quiet during the incident, i have learned and seen a lot of things. Valuable things and life lessons. I redha dgn apa yang terjadi. Nobody says sorry, nobody contacted me. Fine i redha. ALLAH maha adil.

Someone brought the matter up again and i accidentally come accros it on her sister's IG a few weeks ago and it brought back bad memories to me. I was kinda defending myself when a follower was talking bad about me. She claimed i am 'makcik yang meroyan pasal bunga telur tu'
But its okay. I dont wanna start more drama. As i've said, i redha dgn apa yang terjadi.

I have nothing to say to the bride or anyone anymore. Plus, anything that i have to say or convince her wont make me look good, i will still be in the wrong. I am not a popular person that have so many followers to back me up even when i am in the wrong. I am happy with my life and i hope you are happy with your life too.


Disclaimer : all photos in this entry are mine and taken from my instagram snapshots. ( hahahahaha siap bubuh disclaimer okay!!!)







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Kitty cat

Hitler


Pingu


Cleo


Aboo

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Chapter 1 - page 17 - NEW YEAR, NEW TEMPLATE

Happy New Year to all !!!

A New Year brings with it a new opportunities,
It is the time to make a new beginnings,
as you open the new chapter of your life


And also a new template to the blog !!!

The Note

I was in the midst of marking the exam papers now, its crazy !!! I've got 7 bundles to mark and it is within one week duration only 😓

But bila dah penat marking, and suddenly terjumpa notes mcm ni, terasa berbunga bunga hati hehehe






Sweet je budak ni... Nasib baik dia memang perform well for final exam..




And this became a laughing stock at bilik gerakkan today!! Hahahaha depa kata depa tak pernah dpt jawapan tied up with ribbons mcm
Hantaran... Hahahahaha 😂😂😂😂😂


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Work !!! Finally !!!

On my way to work on my first day.


My work place ^___^


My first FWIS shot on my first day of work hehehehe


My desk and room tht were given to me on the third day of work :-)


My stuff ( my office mate asked me 'you suka kucing eh? I tgk smua nya kucing atas meja you' hehehe i ofcourse smiled and replied 'Yes !!! Sukaaaaa sangat !!' )

So, bermula lah episode bekerja saya !

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Ramadhan Mubarak

Aminnn...


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The article

Found this article that I can relate to.....Yeah... it's true...


That Awkward Moment When You Realize You’re No Longer A Priority In Everyone’s Life

My sister and I used to be each other’s number one priority. As not just family, but best friends too, we both would drop whatever we were doing to be there for each other. Then she got married. I thought for sure I’d lost her, but we still remained constantly there for each other. It was when she had my nephews, Jackson and Elliot, that what I had always feared finally happened: I was no longer priority number one. I had slipped down to priority number three behind those two ridiculously adorable monkeys.

As a woman in her early-30’s, my priorities are my family, friends and career. I do not have a husband with whom I have to cater, or kids I have to take care of and nurture. As I watch my parents age, they are my number one priority, as well as my sister, but since that has changed on her end I wonder if I should change it on my end.

This is just something that happens with a sibling, it’s also something that happens with friends. There was once a time when something monumental or even trivial happened, you could call your friends and they’d be there for you in a heartbeat, and vice versa. But as I watch my friends get married off one by one, and end up preggers, the tide is changing. The fact that I was stood up on a date or wasn’t offered my dream job no longer gets the same quick response of, “Oh my god! Let’s get a drink and talk about it!” Now I wait for a couple days, sometimes even a week or more, before I even get a call back.

I wish I could say that I fully understand, but I don’t. I don’t, because I’m not married and I don’t have kids. I can see how difficult it is to be a mom, but because that part of my life is still faraway I can’t fathom just how much my life will change. I know it will involve lots of spit-up and sleepless nights, but I like to imagine I’d still be there for everyone at the drop of a hat, if they needed me.

It’s not easy trying to maintain the close relationships you once had with friends or family members who have married and evolved into that stage of the game. When they do call you back, a lot of the time they spend the majority of it either cooing over their newborn or reprimanding Suzy and Bobby for getting into the cookie jar. Then, of course, is that part where they put Suzy or Bobby on the phone and you’re trying to be nice, but when Suzy and Bobby have a vocabulary that consists all of 30 words, you just end up asking the impossible, because you don’t know what to say: “So, ah, what do you think of that Paul Ryan character? You know, just mommy back on the phone.” The rest of the conversation is mostly one-sided with more reprimanding of Suzy and Bobby and when you finally get off the phone you realize that the input you wanted from your friend was never received because Suzy and Bobby have become priority number one and you’re somewhere else. You don’t even know what slot you’ve been downgraded too, but it’s evident and you slump over on your coach and wonder if maybe it’s time to shift your priorities around, too. Everybody else is doing it.

I’ve asked my mother why this is, as any confused child just might. “Because this is what happens in life – it’s called growing up. You should try it sometime.”

“But I still have interesting things to say,” I respond trying to defend myself.

“Mandy, it’s no longer about you. Why can’t you understand that?”

“I’m your number one priority, right?”

“Yes, but only because if you’re not at least someone’s number one priority, you’ll probably throw a fit like a three-year-old getting her way.”

And, of course, she’s right.

Since living in New York, I have gone through several groups of friends. It’s not like it is in high school or college where you to cling to your friends in this impossibly devoted way that has no room in adulthood. People are constantly coming in and out of your life, people are changing, people are moving, people are mostly out for themselves, and at least that I understand. I guess it takes a selfish person to understand another selfish person, as opposed to one who has moved on to the next chapter of their life.

I have not spoken to my sister, whom I used to speak to almost everyday, in almost a month. I know this is because she has a lot of shit on her plate. She’s dealing with an extremely sick sister-in-law, a dog who was just diagnosed with cancer and two sons who are that age that they’re pretty much hell on wheels. And while part of me is sad and misses her, as I’ve been unable to hear her voice and share what’s been going on with me, another part of me is doing her best to truly understand. I need to comprehend that this is just how things go. I need to grasp the fact that I haven’t heard from my best friend Thal in months is because she and her husband thought it would be a great idea to take their 10-month-old to Paris to expose him to a city he’ll never remember having gone to in a first place. But hey, George is her priority now and that’s that.

I’m the first to admit I’m selfish and self-involved. I’m the first to admit to all of my flaws, because I am overly aware of them and try my best to have at least somewhat of a handle on them. But still, I’m at a loss sometimes and feel truly alone. So I call my mom and have her explain it to me again:

“I can’t believe we have to go over this once a week.” she always says. “Where on earth did you come from and why can’t your brain accept reality.”

I don’t know, but understanding people who don’t think like me has never been my strong suit. At least I’m aware of that, too.

Read more: http://www.thegloss.com/2012/09/14/culture/that-awkward-moment-when-you-realize-youre-no-longer-a-priority-in-everyones-life-104/#ixzz2ZgsX51oB

Salmony snicket

Went to giant in the afternoon with mak and turyati. Saw this fresh salmon fillet, bought it straight away !!! Hehehehe

So, salmon for berbuka puasa it is...





With roasted legums hehehhe





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5th Ramadhan

Made roast chicken based on a recipe i got from a fren on Instagram. The recipe is good ayam turns delicious !!



Also made another round of jelly




Agar agar kepala

Went to mahnaz with Alin and my bro the day before. My bro went all crazy buying this




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