Black Pearl

Assalamualaikum, Although I've been using Blogger for almost 2 years now, I don't actually know how it works. At least not completely. I mean, I can do things but there are some tasks that I have no idea how to do. For example, getting a notification when someone leave a comment on any of my blog post. So, how do I know when a person commented? I don't. Haha. Unless I notice something strange about the total number of comments. Usually that happens when suddenly my sense is perfectly senseful. Basically that happened last night. I accidentally looked at the total number  of comments and felt curious. So, I checked and found this comment; I know I shouldn't be too worked up over a random comment from an anonymous but I actually felt delighted reading it. You may ask me why? Well, in the negativity-filled internet where people hide behind their computer screens and send hate to other people, I am quite surprised there are still this kind of people.

Assalamualaikum, I'm counting the days. I so am.  I bought everything.  The forms are in the process of being filled. Semua nak tanya macam macam kat group tu. Pasal kolej, pasal outfit untuk minggu orientasi (Minggu Perkasa Putra), pasal permohonan ptptn.  Aku cuma nak some of my questions to be answered. Soalan yang betul betul aku nak tahu jawapannya. Tak nak tahu detail sangat sebenarnya. Sebab aku rasa aku ni memang jenis suka surprise. Nak experience semuanya first hand for the first time. Hm. Excited tapi at the same time, takut. Mulalah otak ni create macam macam complex.  'Roommate aku camne ek nanti?'  'Senior senior okay tak?'  'Bilik pulak best ke?'  'Emm, macam kat palam ke?' Palam tu kolej yang agak baru. It raised the bar for me. Sebab dah tentulah aku akan bandingkan any universities with the first university I've ever lived in and studied at.  But, you're going to learn. Kat mana

Assalamualaikum, I have so many drafts. Too many gibberish to have the honour to be published, maybe.  I'm just taking my mind out of thinking about THAT thing happening in less than two days. I guess writing really does helps psychologically. Taking mind off of things we'd rather not think about.  Yesterday's open house was hectic. It was the very first for my family. Ibu never agreed when Kak Long brought up the topic about throwing an open house for hari raya simply because she said it would be exhausting. My oh my, she can't be more right about that.  The cleaning up after all the guests leave was the most challenging part and I actually detest cleaning the most out of all house chores. How convenient. I woke up this morning feeling like I had been ran over by a car or something xD But then, I think that's the only 'bad' thing about it. I mean, the good things more than overshadowed the former. I did learn some Dos and

Assalamualaikum, I just finished reading a book entitled 'Gravity'. It's a fictional novel about spaceships and astronauts. Hm. Who would've thought I have a thing for that. Well, I don't. As a matter of fact, I actually bought that book because it's dirt cheap at a book fair and from its summary I found out its heroine's name is Emma Watson. I mean, nothing else could top those reasons, right? ;) At first, the pace is kind of slow, I almost stopped reading because there are too many complex scientific terms and abbreviations that I didn't bother to check their definitions at the given glossary at the back of the book. Oh, and if you're like me, had a basic knowledge of pure science, then there are many instances where you would just stop and realize, "Woah, I know that. I've learned about it"  When you continue reading, it will start getting interesting.  Maybe it wasn't written by a Muslim but I could learn a thing

Assalamualaikum, For once I refuse to write an intro telling how I've been because maybe I just realized that no one care. So, to stick to what was supposed to be the main purpose of this 'thing', I might as well just rant about things that I think is worthy enough. On the 27th, I was quote "invited" to an interview for a degree program at a local RU. This was my second one. The first was on the 23rd May. Before this, I've only experienced an interview once, that was for a foundation program that I didn't manage to excel but that's totally a different story because it was held just a stone's throw away from my house. Different from the 23rd  May interview where I stayed at a hotel near the venue with my family, the 27th May interview was such a challenging if not one of the most independent experience I've ever been through. Because it was held on a school day, my family couldn't tag along. The interview is at noon

Assalamualaikum, Berdirinya aku di sini, sebagai seorang bekas palamian, nak cakap pasal tempat aku belajar untuk 10 bulan tu. UiTM Puncak Alam atau lebih familiar dengan nama PALAM. Bukan palam socket tu ya adik-adik. Puncak Alam. Hence, PALAM.  SPM LEAVERS: "WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?" Honestly, lepas habis SPM , aku buntu tak tahu nak sambung belajar kat mana. Mana lagi aku nak rujuk kalau bukan dekat internet kan? Aku rasa tak ramai yang terdedah dengan pilihan sambung belajar ni sebab kat sekolah dulu kita cuma tahu belajar je. Skema je. Buat homework je. Baca buku je. Ceh, ye ke? So, apa aku nak cakap kat sini, kita tak didedahkan sangat dengan benda ni. Ni lah nak tolong sikit. Setakat apa yang aku tahu. Basically, ada 4 pilihan. 1) Asasi 2) Matriks 3) Form 6 4) Diploma Result SPM pun dah dapat kan? Naturally, orang akan kata kalau someone tu dapat result level cemerlang, suruh dia masuk asasi tak pun matriks. Tapi, boleh je kalau nak sambung fo

Assalamualaikum, Remember that time when we didn't know each other? When we had no idea who were we facing, What were in store, Where was it heading, Which were going to stay. You and me, We have the same dream, Might not be completely the same but a dream nevertheless, We wanted to be big, We wanted to make it there, We wanted to make history, For ourselves, For the country maybe. You're from Terengganu, I'm from Johor, She's orang Nogori, he's from Selangor, Differences were what made us close. Remember teasing each other about our roots and no one took it to the heart?  Remember getting on each others nerves just to prove our points right? Remember singing continuously like mockingjays when one of us start? How I miss those moments. I miss that chatterbox Ada. I miss that almost all the time clueless Izzah. I miss that no filter Atiqah. I miss that tease but I know she loves me Ateng. I miss that quiet genius Aina. I miss that wond