Archive for November, 2010


In the name of Allah.

We are faced with many challenges and risks everyday. There are ones that we can barely keep up with and ones that sometimes we don’t even realise their existence.

Upon facing them, there are many of which we don’t realise their level of intensity, ignorant towards the possibilities that the challenges and risks have towards us.

Memang, it is never easy to know what’s to happen with every action that we take. But it never hurts to ask others of their opinions and seek rationality from the people around us.

However, even when one thinks that the best solution has been found, one can never be certain of the results that he/she expects.  There is always possibilities for things to go wrong, thus causing crushes at many hearts.

But, when one is  aware that such things could happen, one can always be prepared. Not to put too much trust on others. Not to expect the best although the best effort has been put into the work.

Ada faham ka?


Malaysia suda~

In the name of Allah.

Praise Allah!

I was out today after several days keeping myself inside the house. here in Ampang! Wooo. Cna you actually believe it? One minute I’m in the Southern hemisphere, now I’m in KL. hah 🙂

Anyways, I arrived like, a week back. I think. Arrived on Eid day itself, memang macam dendang perantau.

Owh. Yup. I have been keeping myself inside the house since I got back. (except for one day, though, when the sistas ajak shopping*can anyone resist that?).

But today, I went outing with mom. Alhamdulillah! It rained at around noon, which made the weather quite bearable. We were out and about, going all over KL.

And the best thing is, when I reached home, I opened the mail box, there it is. The letter I’ve been waiting for the past few days. My job offer! all the way from Dunedin.

Well, it’s actually  a one-off job, working for the course approval 2011. More like an orientation assistant in Malaysia. Just to get extra cash.

But the thing that bothers me now is, how do I get the letter back to Dunedin by this Friday. I already checked the fastest most affordable post services and found out that the best service is Post laju. Costs only RM55 and should arrive in 3 days.

SO, tomorrow,  I will be stopping by the NZ High Commission to certify my IRD copy and sent all the documents back to Dunedin.

Pray that everything will turn out right, ok?

378b, Leith Street.

In the name of Allah.

Since today is my last day here in Dunedin, I would like to dedicate this post for my flat. 378B, Leith Street.

The first day I stepped into this flat, it was on 12 of February 2010. It was around 9+ p.m and it was cold. Uniquely it was summer, but the weather was …  So, the very first lesson is, New Zealand is unlike any other country. Dunedin especially. The weather’s so unpredictable that you could have 4 seasons in a day.

Anyways, I was greeted by 3 of my best friends who had arrived before me (we came in several batches). They helped me with my super big luggage to my room, where all of us then, realized was the biggest of the five. Lucky me!

As soon as I started to unpack my stuff, I got my laptop out and immediately connect with the net. Update la, ape lagi!

That night, I wasn’t able to sleep. Culprit identified: time diff.

Anyways, that night, the five of us (riby, dib, yanie, nas + moi), thought of how lucky we were to be given the opportunity to be here. to study here. No longer were the phrase, ” Kau rasa kita fly tak?” was heard.


My flatmates and I did soo many memorable things inside and outside this flat. We made karipap until 2 in the morning in this house and it also became the headquarters for our West Coast trip back in June.

I have to say that I will miss the noise of the boys playing ball in the evening.

I will miss the concerns and care from everyone around, when our kitchen window was broken by some drunk guy.

I will going to Rhenu’s place, Azman’s place, playing Cranium.


This flat has witnessed many things. The laughter, the joy and all the good things. The tears, the sorrow, and all the ugly things.

This year has been a good one. I’ve learnt a lot, met many interesting people, and get to do many stuff.

Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah for such grace.

before I return

In the name of Allah.

Despite the fact that I will be leaving Dunedin for the year, I have to say that I am quite calm. Alhamdulillah, I managed to fit EVERYTHING (including kiwi fruit, cookies etc) in my super small luggage.

My housemates and I had some friends over today. Kak Azam and Kak Rahmah were among those who came. They will be leaving after graduation this year. *sedih. Obviously their absence next year will be felt by many, including me.

To tell you the truth, I can’t say that I am super excited. Not that I am not happy to head home, being with my loved ones. Maybe it isn’t the time yet. I hope the time will come.

Perhaps it’s the post exam stress that I am feeling now. The nervousness didn’t stop after I capped my pen on October 30th. Even thinking about the date 29th November makes me sick. Pray for my success for the paper ok?

Long way home.

In the name of Allah.

Today would be my last day in Dunedin. Well, maybe tomorrow is. My flight to Christchurch would be tomorrow at 8.50pm. Then the three of us, Nas, Azreen and I would have an overnight at the Christchurch airport. The next morning, at 10.30am, we would be on a flight to Auckland to catch our plane to Malaysia at 6.50pm… But before reaching Malaysia, another connecting flight in Melbourne.

A looong way home. But I know it’s worth the time.

If the Earth was a village…

In the name of Allah.

If we could shrink the earth’s population to village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratio remaining the same, it would look something like the following:

There would be:

57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 Africans

52 would be female
48 would be male

70 would be non-white
30 would be white

70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian

89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual

6 people would possess 59% of the entire world’s wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.

80 would live in substandard housing

70 would be unable to read

50 would suffer from malnutrition

1 would be near death

1 would be near birth

1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education

1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.

The following is also something to ponder…

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness…you are more blessed than many others. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation…you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death…you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep…you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace … you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married … you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don’t need the money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt.
Dance like nobody’s watching.
Sing like nobody’s listening.
Live like it’s Heaven on Earth.

Author Unknown

It’s been a hectic week, isn’t it?

In the name of Allah.

Can I start counting days till I go back? 🙂
I forgot to update my status regarding the summer holidays. Yes, I am going back and will be in KL from Nov 17 to mid February. Looong vacation. I will be going back with Azreen and Nas, on the 16th from Auckland and will be arriving on the 17th (Raya Haji) @ 8.25am, insyAllah.

POST- EXAM stress.
I can’t say that I’ve done well in my Crime paper. Cause I seriously think that the questions were sooo hard. Although I did all the questions, I can’t say that my answers were all A-typed answers. They were awfully critical questions which we have neither encountered in the pas year papers nor discussed in the tutorials. They were hard-core questions (so much for the hard-boiled crime fictions). I really hope that I pass the paper, that’s all I’m asking. I don’t even mind getting a fat, big C, as long as I pass. Cause if I don’t I’m in big, big, big trouble. Doakan aku oke? Pretty pleasssseee

It has been three days. I was in room 7, with year 5 and 6 children. It’s a totally different school from the one I went on the previous semester. But, it good to learn something new. Maybe I’ll put up some more photos (kalau rajin nanti).

I am super duper excited about going back and at the same time, worry about my results. It makes me want to throw up.

Allahumma yassir wala tuassir. Permudahkan Ya Allah. Lembutkan hati pemeriksa Ya Allah. Amin Ya Rabb.