Ombak Windu

After so many cancellations to watch this movie at the movies with my girlfriends, I finally got the chance to watch it. Somehow, this movie made it's way to 'Youtube' , so I grabbed the chance to watch this movie of the year.
I wanted to see what "Ombak Rindu" is all about. I wanted to see if it's sad love story, just as so many has claimed it to be. I also wanted to watch it because, I'm a huge fan of Aaron Aziz, Lisa Surihani, and Maya Karin.

I'm not going to give a movie review, because I know that I'm not a good reviewer, and there's probably hundreds of reviews out there about this movie. So I don't want to waste my time writing a movie review.

I don't normally watch malay movies, because :

1. All malay movies have more or less likely the same plot line.
2. It's always the same actors on the silver screen.

When the movie was first promoted, I got quite excited to watching this movie. Why? Well first because they had such great line of local actors in this movie. They had Aaron Aziz, Lisa Surihani, and  Maya Karin as the stars that starred in this movie. 

Aaron Aaziz and Maya Karin played their role well. Miss Lisa Surihani on the other hand played the wrong role. Seriously...Mr Ombak Rindu director why did you choose her? She so does not suit to play a spoilt, man obsessive bitch. The role does not suit her. She has a pure innocent girl next door look. She shouldn't have played the role of Mila. They could have at least chosen people like Fasha Sandha, Nur Fazura, or Nora Danish.

 Lisa Surhani? Na ah!
She can't act as the villain. She's way too cute for that.

Another actor that shouldn't have played the role of 'ibu' was Azizah Mahzan. Every malay movie that I've watched, she's there. Seriously. I'm sure there are hundreds of veteran actors that are as good as her. She also needs to learn to cover her self properly. It was quite a turn off having to watch her show the  body parts that shouldn't be showing.

Talking about turn off, there were quite a lot of it  in this movie. First off, there were too many "sex scenes". I was quite surprised that the censorship board didn't rate this movie. It should've been rated 18SX. There way too many hugging, and almost kissing scenes, and scenes where they almost had sex. Not good for kids under 18 to watch. Malay movies are getting more daring I must say.

This movie was suppose to make people cry. Well it failed to make me cry. I almost cried. But I didn't. To me it was not as gempak as people has been saying. It was just blah, but okay.

I must say, Kudos to the actors that did a superb job in making this movie successful.

I've watched the movie, now I'm going to read the book. Well, I've to polish my bahasa first before reading the book.

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I am a Khalifah of Allah

I want to be a Khalifah Of Allah.

In order to do that I must strengthen my Iman and Dean. I must learn to banish and ignore all the evil whispering in ears. I must learn to be a positive thinker. I must learn not to skip my prayers, another words learn to perfect. InsyaAllah.

I want to make myself good. I want to have the feeling of happiness and satisfaction whenever I complete my obligatory solat and duty. I want to learn to erase my habit of procrastinating, and be more organised in my life. I just need to be a positive thinker, and be positive in everything I do. InsyaAllah.

I need to help others be good. I must be sincere in helping others when they are in need. I don't mind helping kids that's in need, and doing charity work for their benefit. Because I naturally love children, they make me happy when I'm down.  But helping adult that is need, is a big problem for me. I don't naturally get along with adults. I don't like adults. But I must learn to help other be good no matter their age. I will try insyaAllah because I want to be a Khalifah of Allah. InsyaAllah.

And last but not least I must make the world beautiful. I must plant and care for more trees, care for Allah's creatures, help clean up the environment. Another words I must learn to be Nature Smart, bak kata Encik Howard Gardner. I shall try InsyaAllah to make this world beautiful. InsyaAllah.

So these are all the ciri-ciri to be a Khalifah Of Allah.

Oh this is way out of the topic, this year is 2012 (duh!), so it means I'm going to be old. 27 je. But still that sounds old. It's like 3 years away to the big 30. Takut takut. Mak dah bising suruh kahwin. She reminded me way too many times to get hitched. I keep telling her, that I'm waiting for the prince to come with a kasut kaca. Yes...I live in a land of fantasy. That's what happens if you work with kids.

My point is. I don't want to be 27. I'm going to lie about my age to people. I'm going to tell people that I'm 25 years old this year. *Evil smile*.

Geek In Pink

I love pink. Those who knows me well will know that I love pink. So I've decided to change blog title to GEEK IN PINK.

Who would've known?

Aminah Munirah, had conquered all her fears during an intensive training last week.

As part of teacher's training, I was told to go to FRIM. Scared and the feeling of nervousness were running all through me. I had no idea what was in store for me that day.

There were lots of people doing tai qi on that morning. It was pretty exciting thing to watch. I waited for the queen to arrive. Whilst waiting for her, my friends and I decided to go up to the waterfall.

The sounds of the water falling from the rocks, the birds chirping, and the insects singing were peaceful. I just love that nature makes in the green forest. I could just lie down, shut my eyes and sleep for hours here. But I couldn't. We all sat, posed in front of the cameras, and listened to nature's music in silence. We sat in silence for half an hour, before the queen bee arrived and gave briefing to us on our upcoming adventure in the forest.

She briefed us on what to do, and where to go. She handed a map to us, and told us to navigate ourselves using the map. She wanted us to work as a group, meaning that no one gets left behind, and to make sure that every body sticks together, and no one gets lost of collapsed during the course of the training.

So off we went. Seven ladies in tracksuits and shoes, all nervous to go in the forest all alone. I was nervous because I didn't think I had enough stamina to walk and climb more than 500 meters high of mountain.
I walked up my normal pace and managed to get to the top of the hill in half an hour.

That's right baby! I managed to walk a 3 km trail and climbed a 500 meters mountain in half an hour. I walked on a suspension bridge that was hanging 30 meters high from the ground without scream. I was actually terrified when I walked on the bridge. The creaking sound that the bridge made every step I took on it freaked me out. And the fact that I'm a bit scared of heights. But I managed to walk on it, without looking down, and I kept telling myself that I could do it.

Alhamdullilah, I did it.

After the terrified walk on the bridge, I had to walk down the hill which was another 500 meters down. Walking down was worse than climbing up. The ground was slippery and muddy. The rocks were big and were blocking the paths. The rivers that I had to pass, was no easy task. But I cleared my mind, took off the fears and just went with the flow.
In half an hour, I made it to the finishing line.

I was proud of myself. Never in my life, had I thought that I'd hike in forest, go through a river, without falling and hurting myself.

That day I discovered that I can actually do things if I set my mind to doing it and  throwing all the fears away.

So world I'm ready to do more hiking and have more adventure with nature.

Father and Mother I Love You (F.A.M.I.L.Y)

I recently went to visit my Ma and Pa in Songkhla, South Thailand. I stayed there for a week. I'd probably have to say that it was probably the best week of my life. 

I spent quality time with my family there. Which I rarely get to do. After all the dramas that I went through, the Almighty, has allowed me to spend some good quality time with my family, without any dramas. Alhamdullilah, aku bersyukur sangat sangat because for once I was truly happy.

The weather over there wasn't good. I was actually planning with my sister to go for a beach holiday. We were berangan-ing to check in a hotel near by mum's house, and have a pretend beach holiday. But the plan all hancurs because the weather was depressing. It rained the whole week I was there. Which kinda sucked. 

And plus, Abah was being a busy bee. He spent most of the time working. He had to close up all the accounts and buat budget 2012 for the office. Kesian dia, he had lots of works and he was stressed.

At first I was bored, so I ate rice every half an hour, and I was craving for sweet delicacy. It was that time of month, so my sweet tooth was looking for his friend. 

So to keep myself entertained, I decided to venture on something new. Baking. 

I totally sucked at this. I baked cuppies. 

Mak made me nervous at first. She kept going in and out of the kitchen, and yelling at me, whenever I made a mistake. And when the cuppies were in the oven Mak kept saying "Tak jadi ni kak. Kita kena buat baru. Ni keras, sebab dia kurang telur."

But you know what, the cuppies turned out okay, sebab Abah ate a couple. He seemed to like it. Alhamdullilah. 

Cik Samah, my uncle gave me a word of encouragement in facebook  when he saw the picture of my cuppies. He wrote "bagus.. banyakkan amali utk buat kueh ni, nanti boleh jadi tauke cup cakes" 

To be honest, I was quite happy with my product. 

My cuppies yang tak berapa jadi.

The next night, we all went out to dinner, in Sami's Kitchen. It was a last minute plan, but was worth it. The food was awesomely delicious. We had Tom Yam campur (was spicy but delicious), some sort of udang with minced chicken (I didn't eat it, as I'm highly allergic to prawns and shrimps), kangkung goreng belacan (again I didn't eat it, because it had shrimp paste), chicken patties (this was superb) and steamed fish (it was spicy and sedap gila). We had rice to accompany the dishes.  

It was actually quite alot. But we managed to finished all the dishes, sebab mak made us finish it all. That is why we all big big one. 

Chicken patties

 The next morning, we all hopped in the tuk tuk to go to Hat Yai to purchase my tickets. Since it was Amir's birthday, Mak treated us all with KFC. It was basically the only clean Halal restaurant in the area. And after purchasing my tickets, we didn't know what else to do, so we went to do what we do best.

Makan!

Us Nasir clan, love nothing but eating. We went for desert. We had gelato. It was awesomely delicious.I had green tea gelato, with green sour apple and whip cream for topping. It costed me 65 Baht, which is roughly RM 6.50. Considered cheap. And delicious. 

My green tea gelato

Girls posing for the camera. 

This is how we eat our gelato.

You want some?

On my final day here in Songklah, my siblings, and Alfred (kawan adik) went to Khao Tang Kuan. It was just across the street from our house.This place is basically a historical Buddhist temple located on top of a hill. Entrance is 30 Bhat (RM 3). To get to the top, one must ride an old fashion elevator. It's a bit scary. But it's worth it.

Once you get to the top, you can view the whole of songkhla. And the view from the top is serene. It so breath taking seeing the view from the top of the hill.

The place basically is both a temple, and a historical place. Every corner you go, you'll find a buddah. At the center of the venue, you'll see a statue of a black monk sitting and facing the sea. And sometimes you'll find a group of people praying. It's a quite a beautiful sight to see.

The Thai Flag

Wishing bells...I think

The statue of the monk that's facing the sea.

Budhah.

Stairwell to the bottom of the hill.

There were stairs there that lead us on the bottom. Beware it gets slippery during wet season, so wear the correct shoes.

Does this not remind you Melaka? Beautiful isn't it?

 As you go down the stairs, you'll find a red building. It's empty, and beautiful. I've no idea what it's for.

Elephant in a wired container. This was found infront of the temple. I guess it was for well wishers.

This bell is also for well wishers.

Two dragons to guard the stairs. The dragons somehow remind me of Bali.

I guess my point of this post is that, I actually had a wonderful holiday.Even though I tak dapat pergi mana mana, but I truly enjoyed this time off.

For once my mind was off work, and was off KL. I didn't think of anything. I just sat and enjoyed my time with my family.

God is great. If you're patient, and keep praying to Him sincerely, he will answer your prayers. For awhile I prayed to God, asking Him, to have let me have a peaceful holiday with my parents. He granted my prayers. But, before granting my prayers, He tested me and my patience. Without realising I was being tested by the Almighty, I went through dramas at home, and at work, I finished all my work that was piled up for me. I replaced my friends for work, I managed my boss's kindergarten, and went through a whole lot of other stuff  without whining. And Alhamdullilah, I got what I wanted. I'm grateful, and blessed to have such a wonderful parents and family.

This holiday has really taught me the true meaning of Family and Love. And it has taught me to cherish their love and time, before they are taken away. Thank you Allah, for granting me a holiday that I truly enjoyed, and loved.

And I'll just end this post with a quote by DYAM Tunku Mahkota Johor Tunku Ismail :
""Time and Love is the Greatest thing in Life. We have No idea of what's going to happen in life and we never realise what we got until its gone. The Rules are very simple. Live Positively, Loved your Loved Ones. Remind Your self how lucky you are and count your Blessings. Remind Your Loved Ones how much You Love Them. Atleast when our time is up. We don't go with Regret. We Go with saying Alhamdullillah We Lived, and We Loved. Learn from Yesterday. Live for Today. Hope for Tomorrow."

Next weekend, I might balik Johor, to celebrate my cousin's anak (Rayyan) birthday, and her brother's reception. She texted me a few times to go back to Johor. I'm thinking of balik-ing Joho. No promises. If I do balik, than I'll have the chance to rekindled my relationship. Who knows.

Aye! Yai Matey!

"Learn your history properly before coming up with an answer of what you think we are. Yes we are Warriors. Yes we are Brave. And whether you like it or not, Yes we are Pirates. But there's a Name for all that. We Bugis are Buccaneers! What is Buccaneers? BUCCANEERS ARE PIRATES WHO ARE MORE CIVILIZED!" -DYAM Tunku Ismail Ibrahim (Tunku Mahkota Johor)

Years and Years ago, I asked my dad "Abah, bah...where does your ancestors come from?"

He looked at me, and answered "Hmm....Tok Ona is chinese and arwah Tok Awang is orang asli?"

I looked at him confused whether to believe his answer or not, because you see my dad has always been a joker, even though he has a muka garang . Than he gave me a look of annoyed and I left. And I have always believed that I'm a mixture of Chinese, Jawa and orang asli. Until a few years later, dad's sister (my aunt), came to stay at our house for hajj.

During her stay at our house she told alot of stories. Stories about her family, about her childhood, about politics and religion. It was quite an entertaining. And it was through her that I found out that my dad is not from orang asli, but from bugis.

Hah! I knew it. Dad was joking about him being an orang asli. Hahaha...abah oh abah, the the things he would say just to shut me up.

So, I finally learnt I'm a mixture of Bugis, Chinese, and Jawa. But believe you me, that time I had no idea what bugis was. I was young and naive.

Upon returning to Malaysia to further my studies, I learnt from friends and lecturers (who are Bugis descendants), that Bugis people are naturally "ganas", or aggressive when they are angry. And they say that it's quite a scary site to see when they fight.

So that stuck in my mind for a long long long time, until a few days ago, I was browsing the land of the famous blue bird and read a tweet from His Royal Highness Tunku Mahkota Johor, Tunku Ismail, twitting that "Bugis are Buccaneers! What is Buccaneers? BUCCANEERS ARE PIRATES WHO ARE MORE CIVILIZED!"

Now that seemed like a more logical answer for me, to what is Bugis. Haha

ha....after I read that tweet from his Highness, this song came singing in my head:

In my little world, the title would be changed from " I'm a pirate you're a

princess" to " I'm a pirate you're a prince"...

And after reading it, this man popped in my head:

Jack Sparrow.

Now I can proudly tell people that my I have a blood of Jawa, Chinese and pirates (Bugis). Hardiharhar!

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Tweet Tweet

I think I'm getting addicted to Twitter.
It's only place where I can pour out my thoughts and no one cares about.
Which I love.
It acts like my little journal. A place where I write everything for memory sake. Hahahaha....I lap twitter.

I saw the devil

I saw the devil is a really sick movie. I didn't finish watching it because it was bit too scary for me watch.
I know I sound like a little girl, but believe you me, thriller movies aren't my cup of tea.
A friend once told me about it. But I never got around to watching it. I didn't really bothered.
Today another friend of mine told me watch it because Lee Byung Hun is in it. I was excited and happily looking forward to watching it, because of that 1 actor that I adore. I forgot that the movie is a thriller. Half way through the movie I felt regret. The movie really isn't my cup of tea. Too much blood, violence and scariness for me. I didn't and I do not want to finish watching.
One thing I must say, Lee Byung Hun is one damn good actor. I refuse to believe that he's 40.

Otosan

I personally dedicate this video to the man of my life: Abah aka my father.

Yes he was a very strict father and a firm teacher, but he was also a father that protected his princesses and loved them unconditionally. I love u bah.

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Long live the prince and the Sultan.

This quote was taken from Mrs. Wardina Saffiyah tweet:

"Takut tgk fitnah, cacian & persepsi buruk sesama Muslim makn menjadi2...mcmna nak suburkan sayang & hormat jika benci & prasangka yg dibaja?"

I love this quote. This quote is like a smack on the face. I agree to what she says, because I have witness this right before my eyes. It's happening within my family, my friends and my work. It's a habit that has been developed amongst us that cannot be avoided, if your faith is weak. It's a common thing that' happening right in our society, especially amongst politicians. That's the main reason why I hate politics and I don't vote, unless the great Tun Mahatir is our PM than I'll vote. Politicians play such dirty games to get attention. We either ignore these things or live with it.
My dad told me if I read something or anything that is eye and ear soring than I should ignore it and shut it out of my life. He says the author is probably orang tak pandai, and if we keeping reading nonsences than we'll also be tak pandai.
That's the best advise ever that's given to me by my dad. I love u Abah. =)

Hijrah

Last week was the new years in the Muslim Calender. And normally, I don't do new year's resolution, because I know I wont end up fulfilling it.

But on the eve of Muharam, mum texted me saying I should "berhijarah" to be a better person, and strengthen my Iman.

So I read the text a few times, and thought about it long and hard. After what seems like hours of long and hard thinking, I sat down and jot a few things.

Some of the things I wrote down as my resolution to berhijrah was:

1. Strengthen my Iman and Strengthen my relationship with Allah. InsyaAllah.
2. Try to khatam the Quran as much as possible. And understand the meaning of the Ayats in the Quran. InsyaAllah.
3. Memorise as much surahs in the Quran as possible. InsyaAllah.
4. Not missing my solats. InsyaAllah.
5. Ganti-ing my puasa early, and try to puasa sunat on Mondays and Thursdays. InsyaAllah.

So these are just a few things I need to accomplish this year. InsyaAllah. I hope I do fulfill them. Hahah...And I hope I don't cross any barriers that tries to stop me from doing these things. InsyaAllah.

Oh there's also other things I need to accmpolish:

1. Get rid of my phobia from driving, and finish up my driving lessons.
2. Ignore the people that talks badly about me and about the people I love and care.
3. Strengthen my relationship with my relatives.
4. Strengthen my relationship with my besties.
5. Be a better teacher to heaven's little angels (children).
6. Be a positive person.
7. Reduce my sleeping habits.
8. Exercise more.

Wahh...so many things I need to accomplish.

hahaha...I hope to get it done this year. InsyaAllah.

InsyaAllah

This song is the song I listen to whenever I miss my down syndrome student. He knows every word to it, he even sings along whenever it is played on radio. It's the song that cheers him up, when his upset.
Point is I miss him.

Gibberish

I have finally gotten my passport renewed after 2 days of going back and forth to the Jabatan Imegresen.

I even "ponteng-ed" my work just to renew my passport. I'm so going to get my ass kicked on Monday.
But if I don't get done, than I wont be able to go to Thailand, and I'll be forced to go back to Johor (which I don't really fancy).

It's not that I don't like going back to Johor. I love Johor. It's the place I was born. Most of my relatives are from there, and I love them too. They're flesh and blood. They always remind me of asal usul (does that make sense?). :)
I don't really fancy going back there, because, some of them seem to back stab each other. The minute you turn your back around, they'll stick a knife right at your back. Don't get me wrong, not all back stab though. Only some.
And some seem to love playing the game of chinese whispers. Which is why I don't really fancy going back.

I'm very thankful that my parents are now staying a drive away. I now have legimate reason to go raya-ing or holiday-ing else where besides the south.Hahaha...

I can't wait to go to Thailand. I can't wait to spend my week long holidays with the people I love. I can't wait to spend my week long holidays without having to worry, on getting your back stabbed, or being stared at. It'll be a worryless holiday. I'm going to really clear my mind there, and really spend my time wisely.

Kites-U2

Powerful song by the most awesomest band in the world-U2.

I wish I can directly tell him this:

'you...I miss you. I miss talking and chatting with you'.

But I can't. I aint got no guts.

I wish I can say:

'wow....you look so handsome in your pictures.'

(Even though you're dark, but I kinda find myself attracted to you)

But I can't say it. I don't have the guts.

I wish I can say:

'when can we meet up? I really want to see you and meet you.'

But I can't. I don't have the guts.

I wish I had the guts to tell him. But how to tell him? I think he's avoiding me. I think, I wish he's not.

I can only wish at this moment.

Lee Byung Hun ♥

I just got back from twitter land, and i found out the ever so hot and oh so sexy Mr Lee Byung Hun is trending world in tweet land. I felt like a teeny bopper screaming my heart out, when I saw my 'idol' trending. Ofcourse, I screamed in my heart. Oh Mr Lee Byung Hun, if only you had twitter. It'll be awesome.
Oh yea, speaking of twitter, I found out that the crown prince of johor, Tunku Ismail, is own twitter. Not sure if it's really him. I tweeted him, but he never replied. Huhuhu.....

Johor...Southern Love

I'm proud to be a Johorean. My family is actually a 'rojak' family.

Mum's side is pure jawa. My late great grandma came directly from java. She has a pure jawa accent whenver she converses in bahasa to us. My grandparents call each other by their jawa names 'wak ngok'. And they always speak bahasa jawa early in the morning during breakfast. I call my granduncles and grand aunts 'tok wak'. I.e 'tok wak singerpore, tok wak skudai, tok wak kluang' and etc. Basically i call them 'tok wak' and whereever they're located. I don't even know their real name. My late great grand ma was called 'tok yot' or 'boyot' which literally means great grandma in jawa.

Now dad's side, my late grand dad is bugis, and my grand ma is of chinese heritage. I don't really know dad's family history because I'm not close to them, and dad never talks about it to us.

The great thing about going back to Johor, is that both my grand parents are next door neighbours. How my parents met, I'll never know. It's still a mystery to us. Hahaha....

Okay enough of my family.

Let's talk about the language of Johor.
Unlike other states in Malaysia, we johorean don't have a distinguish slang. We have certain words that other states don't use. I.e.

-Geboh: blanket
-Gerobok/robok: cupboard.

Our food:
Goreng pisang cicah with sambal kicap or condensed milk.
Goreng keledek, goreng sukun, goreng keladi is all eaten dengan sambal kicap.
Nasi briyani gam. Only true johoreans know how to cook this.
Laksa johor.
Kacang pool.
Sambal goreng. And many more.

Our unique dance and music:
The zapin and ghazal. Oh and kuda kepang also. Haha...

Our royal Sultan is: Tunku Sultan Ibrahim.
He was announced sultan after the late sultan passed away earlier last year.
One thing about the Johorean royal family is that, we Johorean have one hot sexy prince: Tunku Ismail.
Hahaha....forget about Prince Harry and Prince William. We have one hot prince here.

I read somewhere, 'you can go out of Johor, but you can never bring the johor out of you.'

Which is true. Am proud to be a johorean. :)

Hijab

I'm proud to say that I cover my hair. I used to cover my hair so my parents would not yell at me, but now I wear the hijab for the save of the Lord.

My Name is Munirah

I've always wanted to write a biography about myself. I'm going to write a little bit of my life here.

Okay...

My name is Aminah Munirah Binti Mohd Nasir. I'm not going to tell you my age. I'm quite sensitive about that.

I'm Malaysian, but I was raised overseas. My Abah works for the Kementerian Luar Negara. My Mak is a house maker. I'm thankful to Allah, that HE has blessed me with such wonderful parents, despite the tough childhood I had.

In my household, Abah, is a disciplinarian. He has taught me, what it's like to be "orang susah". Even though I grew all over the world, Abah has never pampered me and never gave me what I wanted.

He never bought me all the branded stuff, shoes was only bought once a year, that was during raya. And school shoes, selagi tak koyak, than selagi tu la dia tak akan beli yang baru. Same goes for stationary and school bags and clothes. He wanted me to appreciate what I have. But back than I never understood til now.

So Abah thank you for teaching me the hardship of life.

Mak on the other hand, was a softer disciplinarian. She never sounded or looked 'garang', but she was. Only mellower. Before going to school, she always me do the dishes, and my bed and room was always neatly done.

There was always consequences if I had not done my chores. If I did not complete it, she would throw every thing on my bed, and sometimes she'd throw my things outside.

Socialising with friends outside school was a big no no. Abah never allowed me to go to school dances, camps, shopping with friends, go to birthday parties or sleep over friends house. He was very strict about that. Even if he allows, he'd get the contact number, address, parent's name, and the length of time I'd be out.

My parents taught me to be punctual on everything I do. If I was a minute late, abah would leave me. I got left behind a few times going to school, because I was late. I had to find my way to school by myself. And sometimes Abah would check on me at school.

And whenever we go visiting relatives and friends, my parents would make sure, I'd help in the kitchen, and do all the dishes after we eat and also clean up the table. If I refuse, mak would quietly cubit me kat peha.

Oh yea, my parents made sure, we were strong in our iman and deen. I remember in Australia, my parents would send us to sekolah mengaji every sunday kat masjid. And they made sure we never tinggal our solat. If we did, we'd get in big trouble.

Other than that, I was always taught to respect orang orang tua. Whenever I balik kampung to visit relatives, my mum always make sure, I salam dengan ikhlas to everyone. Especially to my AUNTS and GRANDPARENTS, be it belah Abah or belah Mak.

Mak always makes sure that I ni BERHORMAT DENGAN ORANG2 TUA even though I was raised kat bandar. I have never in my life disrepect the elderly.

You my dear Readers, I have a very big external family kat kampung. I love each and every single one of them. Well I love most of them anyways.

Let me introduce you to my BIG external family.

I'll start dengan belah mak first:

1. Atuk Besar
2. Atuk Jamil
3. Arwah Pak long
4. Pak Ngah
5. Mak Anjang
6. Pak Itam
7. Pak Uteh
8. Cik Ari
9. Bikcu
10. Cik Amat
11. The cousins, my uncles' wives and my aunts' husbands.

Belah My Dad pulak:

1. Arwah Atuk Awang (My deceased grandad whom I've never met. Heard he was strict).
2. Atuk Ona
3. Pak Long (My uncle from a different grandfather. Same grandma though).
4. Mak Ngah
5. Mak Mor
6. Mak Ndak
7. Cik Ain
8. Cik Samah
9. Ucu
10. Cik Apoh
11. The cousins, the cousins' kids, the cousins' spouses, my uncles' wives, my aunt's husbands

Big big family huh? Hahaha....

Just imagine during raya..very chaotic. Well that was during the old days. Now no more.

My point of writing this is that, I just want people out there to know, saya ni BUKAN orang yang SOMBONG.

Mak would slap me on the face if I was, and Abah would rotan me kalau aku ni orang yang sombong.

Yes I grew up overseas. Doesn't mean aku ni orang sombong. Yes, I did not grow up amongst my cousins, aunts and uncles, but I NEVER NEVER NEVER once looked down at them nor have I forgotten them, just because they are orang kampung. I don't judge people easily. I am proud of having relatives staying in kampung. My parents originated from kampung. I myself wish I had grown up in a kampung instead of the bandar.

I can also say that I'm proud that my cousins are successful, and most of them have wonderful careers and families.

And every raya, I make sure I visit most of them at their homes, especially my makngah and my mak anjang. Because from my understanding, mak ngah is close to abah and she is a milk mother to one of my siblings. Just this year I didn't get a chance to visit her, because of time constraints. Sorry Mak Ngah, I didn't visit you. I still love you with all my hearts though. You will always be in my Doa. InsyaAllah.

And mak anjang is very close to mak. She's like my second mum. So you you see world, my parents have raised me well. Alhamdullilah.

Well let me point to you one thing. If you dare to kutuk and berfitnah about the people I love and care, especially about my Abah and my Mak through any medium, whether it's through your dirty mouth, your FB or your Blog, I WILL shut you out of my life. I don't care who you are, whether you are my saudara, my kawan or my colleague, if you dare to hurt my abah and my mak by FITNAH, I will forever shut you out of life.

Oh yea, aku memang menyampah kalau orang talk about me and my family, when they don't even know the facts. So pleasela get your fakta right before you talk about us behind our backs. If you don't know the facts you either shut up or you ask. If you're a true Muslim, you know that Fitnah=Murder. Right.

If you are alim, warak, or religious, or you just keep talking about Allah (SWT) and you fitnah you are a hypocrite...a munafik. And I just don't like low minded people.

I'm by nature orang yang keras hati and kepala batu (bak kata mak). If I despise that person, I will shut them out of my life forever. That's why I don't have alot of friends, because of the hurts that they've caused to me.

I don't forgive nor do I forget my enemies. Sedangkan the Nabi (S.A.W) boleh forgive his enemies. Why can't I ek?

Maybe a alot of shaitan in me kot.

To end this rantings, I'm going to say that People should stop judging people. Only Allah has the rights to judge people.

People should just stop backbiting and berfitnah about people. If you are a Muslim than you should always keep this hadith in your head:

Abu Hurayrah narrated that the Prophet said: "Do you know what Backbiting is?" They said "Allah and His Messenger knows best" He than said "It is to say something about your brother that he would dislike." Someone asked Him, "But what if I say what is true?" The Messenger of Allah said, "If you said about him is true, you are backbiting him, but if it is not true, you have slandered him". (Muslim).

I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone. I didn't mean to. This is me. I've allowed you to get a bit to know the real me .Saya ni bukan orang yang sombong. I originally wanted to block this blog from the world, because I was initially emotionally hurt, not because I was takut that people read my blog. But than I thought about it, and have made up my mind to allow the world to read my crappy blog again.

As the saying goes:

"Sticks and stones may break a bone, but words don't mean a thing."

I have also decided to shut off a few people in my life. Useless low minded ones. Like I said earlier, if you hurt me or the people I love and care I'll hurt you back. Mentally that is. I'm a person that loves revenge. I know it's not good. But that's just me. No one can change me, except for the ONE above.

Sarang Iris

I've officially stopped watching "A 1000 days' promise". The drama's way to sappy for me.

Anywho's I've recently turned my attention to Iris.

Yes that's right people. It's an awesome k-drama. It's old. I know. But I love. I've downloaded the whole series, and I've watched the whole thing 3 times already. Yes I'm obsessed I know. Oh well. Hahaha...

A Thousand Days' Promise

I've caught that fever again. My addict to korean drama is back. I shouldn't be watching it. No not this time of year. End of the year is always a stressful thing for me, assessing the kids, compiling their work, concerts, parent-teacher meet ups and whole lot of shit that is stressful.

SO in order to shake the stress off, and forget the load of shit that I have piled up at work, I decided to watch some of my ol' time fave korean drama. Oh yeah not to mention, I still have yet to make up my mind whether I should resign or not.

Any who's, as I was hunting for my favourite dramas, I came across this show, which is currently airing in Korea. It's called "A Thousand Promises". It's about a girl (Soo Ae), who's suffering from Alzheimer, and a guy (Kim Rae Won) who is deeply in love with her. There's a catch to this drama, the chick is the guy's affair. The guy is forced to marry his childhood friend whom he doesn't love. It's pretty sad, but at the same time it's pretty good. It's addictive. The drawback to this drama, is that it's slow, and there's a lot of flesh backs and emotional tantrums here. But all in all I love this drama. It's awesome. So far. I might change my mind to not watch it, if it gets too boring.

Kim Rae Won-Park Ji Hyng

Soo Ae-Lee Seo Yeon

Lee Sang Woo as Jang Jae Min

Jung Yoo Mi as Noh Hyung Ki

The Catalyst, Words I Never Said

[Skylar Grey]
It’s so loud Inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
I can’t take back the words I never said

[Lupe Fiasco]
I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a full clip
9/11 building 7 did they really pull it
Uhh, And a bunch of other cover ups
Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place, thats on the up and up
Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust
You get it then they move you so you never keeping up enough
If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the f-cks”
Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such
And that aint Jersey Shore, homie thats the news
And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit
Thats why I aint vote for him, next one either
I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.

[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
I can’t take back the words I never said

[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 2]
Now you can say it aint our fault if we never heard it
But if we know better than we probably deserve it
Jihad is not a holy war, wheres that in the worship?
Murdering is not Islam!
Lupe Fiasco Words I Never Said lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/lupe-fiasco-words-i-never-said-lyrics.html

And you are not observant
And you are not a muslim
Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them
Walk with me into the ghetto, this where all the Kush went
Complain about the liquor store but what you drinking liquor for?
Complain about the gloom but when’d you pick a broom up?
Just listening to Pac aint gone make it stop
A rebel in your thoughts, aint gon make it halt
If you don’t become an actor you’ll never be a factor
Pills with million side effects
Take em when the pains felt
Wash them down with Diet soda!
Killin off your brain cells
Crooked banks around the World
Would gladly give a loan today
So if you ever miss payment
They can take your home away!

[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said, never said
I can’t take back the words I never said

[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 3]
I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you
Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few
My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through

[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
It’s so loud Inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said





God bless us everyone
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought
It can't be outdone
It can't be outmatched
It can't be outrun
[x3]

No
And when I close my eyes tonight
To symphonies of blinding light

God bless us everyone
We're a broken people living under loaded gun

Like memories in cold decay
Transmissions echoing away
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky

[x2]
God save us everyone
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hands
The sins of our tongues
The sins of our fathers
The sins of our young
No

And when I close my eyes tonight
To symphonies of blinding light

God save us everyone
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns

Ooh

Like memories in cold decay
Transmissions echoing away
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky

Lift me up
Let me go
[x16]

God bless us everyone
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought
It can't be outdone
It can't be outmatched
It can't be outrun
No
God bless us everyone
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought
It can't be outdone
It can't be outmatched
It can't be outrun

So Long, Fare The Well

Hello.
A few weeks ago, a relative of mine, was laid to rest to her final resting place.
She was my great aunt.
I called her tok Busu. My grandma calls her Busu Zizah.
You want to know what's sad?
I have a super big extended family, and not a single one of them called me or messaged about her death.
It's sad.
Yes I gotta admit, I'm not close with them, especially my dad's side.
I can never have a good conversation with them. This is because I was raised overseas and would only come back every few years.
But than there should not be any excuse to why they don't tell me when somebody passes away.
It breaks my heart when people don't tell me things especially about someone's death, and I gotta find out through the world wide web. Thank God for the world wide web. Without it I'll be lost. I found out about her death today.
Yes, I only balik kampung once in while, and yes, I don't go around house hopping, I only visit those whom I'm very close to. And ofcourse I visit both my lovely grandmothers when I go back to South.

Anyways, this is not the first case. A few months my late great grandma past away. We weren't told about it til a week later.
Just like the news about my late grand aunt, I broke down to tears minutes later and cry like a child. I'd tightly hug my pillow, burry my face, scream and cry, for the loss.
I was quite close to the two latters. I just don't get it why they don't tell us things.
K....I'm gonna stop, I'm crying like a child as I'm writing this. I can't see the words anymore, my tears are blocking my eyes....

Fitrah

I got lectured by my boss the other day.
Why?
Well because I refused to go to PTM (Persatuan Tadika Malaysia). She was furious about. Yes, I only have to do the last step, than I'm officially done with PTM.
Hallelujah! \(^_^)/
But, as I've mentioned in my previous posts (as if anyone reads 'em), I have a habit of procrastinating.
Yes, I like everyone else have a habit of procrastinating my work. And I've myself into trouble thousands of time because of procrastination.
In the words of my boss, who is also my mentor she always tells me "Break the habit". Whenever she tells me that this song comes playing in my little head:


Anyways, my boss asked me if I have problems entering churches.
I shook my head.

FYI, PTM holds their training session in churches,and temples. They hold it here, because these places have offered PTM for free. It just makes me wonder, why mosques can't do such offers. It would be nice to show the world that Muslim love to charity. It's part of our religion.

Ok, back to the story.

She than asks, if I have problem entering temples.
I shook my head again.

Than she asks what my problem was?
I told her I just can't be bothered attending those boring PTM training anymore. I hate them. They bore me. I always get bully to do presentations because I speak english.I hate it.

She shakes her head in dismay.

I smiled.

She than started to 'berkhutbah'.

She talked about Fitrah.

"You know what fitrah is Teacher Aminah?"

I shake my head.

"We're all born with a fitrah. Fitrah is part of our DNA. You get what I'm saying, teacher?"

I quickly shook my head.

She than continues.

"Fitrah tu cik Aminah is nature. Allah (SWT) has keyed in your DNA for you to complete your PTM. If you go what Allah has planned for you, than stresslah awak jawapanya. So another words, it is fate that you must complete your PTM, or else you'll be stress. Faham?"

I nod my head to tell you the truth, I didn't get it. So I went home and did a research on Fitrah.
Heres what I came up with:
The term fitrah basically means creation,causing a thing to exist for the first time, and the natural constitution with which a child is created in his mother's womb. One can refer to the Quran (30:29).

Therefore, my boss lecturing me about fitrah is basically wrong. She needs to read up again, or I must have misunderstand her.
God knows.

Soul washing

I recently have done a little rehabitilation for my soul. You see I'm not a perfect Muslim. People assume I'm religious because I cover my maine, but I'm not.
At times I feel like a munafik, I act as if I know things, but I don't.
So recently, Allah gave me a hidayah to go and clean my filthy soul.
I've went through the net and read a few articles on soul cleansing, and read the meaning of each doas thats recited during the prayers. I read a few times.
After reading the articles and the meanings, I finally understood the importance of prayers. I've focused hundred times better during prayers, keeping the meaning inside my head. I've valued my prayers better.
And what's more I'm also reading the translation of the quran as I go reading the holy book daily.
Alhamdullilah I've come to appreciate more as I know the meaning of the doas the and the surah's in the quran. I don't do things blindly anymore.
I remind myself I'm being watched closely by God on every movement I make. I also remind myself that sleep is death's twin and thus I've to make sure that I've completed my five daily prayers before I shut my eyes to sleep. I tell myself that I may not wake up tomorrow and that I'm lucky if l'm alive.
After each daily prayers I ask Him to grant my a life partner who's deen are better than mine, and who can help me stay in a path that leads to heaven. And he must not smoke. That's important.
Amin.
I hope He grants me my wish.
Amin.

Dear world,
I oficially am tweeting my thoughts in twitter. Twitter is now my platform for my thoughts. I'm going to stop updating my status on FB. FB is boring me...so I've decided to pour my thoughts and feelings to twitter, even though I don't have much followers. But hey who cares. Oh if you want to read my tweets, click on that little birdie on the right column, or just go straight to: www.twitter.com/Munirah85.
Arigatoo. Sayonara!

Rants

It's beautiful Sunday mornining, birds are chirping, sun is shining and the sky is blue.
Today is just a perfect day for spring cleaning. Bak kata mak bilik ni dah macam kapal karam.

Kids say the darndest thing

I was drinking water and a child approach me said : "Teacher...perut teacher kembong la..."

Another child approaches the same child and said to her "Bukan la wak...teacher pregnant la...teacher ada baby dalam perut dia la. Ish! Tu pun tak tau".

Upon hearing their conversation, I stopped drinking, bend down looked at each child's eye smiled and said "You're both wrong. Teacher bukan pregnant. Perut teacher bukan kembong. Perut teacher buncit saja...hehehe" They both laughed and walked away.

Moral of this story is I really need to lose weight....hehehehe

I wish...

I wish I live in a world where people from the opposite sex, does not smoke, does not depend on women to do all the house work, does not depend on us women to pay the freaking bills, does not depend on women to be the dough maker and most importantly is not a bum!

Sorry just lepas-ing my geramness at a certain sect of the opposite sex.

Aidilfitri

I'd like to wish to all the Muslims out there SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.

This year I'll be spending my raya in Songkhla, Thailand. :)

Cheers!

Melayu

So, a few weeks ago, a few of us, were assigned by the big boss to do an assignment on "What is Melayu/Malay" and who is "Hang Tuah".

Working in a Malay environment, I thought this assignment will be kacang punya kerja. Oh boy, was I wrong. This assignment was a tough cookie. There was no proper guideline to this assignment. It was practically our opinion, on "What is Melayu?"

Being a Malay myself, I really had to dig up history on my own race, which honestly I've little knowledge about. So it was a big opportunity on searching up facts and history about the race I belong to and I lack knowledge of.

All I know is that I have a "Jawa" blood, "Bugis" blood and some "chinese blood" in me. That's all. So I did research (which I've not done for a long long time) on the history and origins of orang melayu. I actually learned alot from this research.

I've learned that there's a whole different groups of Malays that's dispersed around this world. That's why we all look alike. Hahaha....

I've also learned Malays around the world come from different religions, not just islam. And the malay language is one of the most ancient language in the world. *Pat's myself on the back*

So after so much headache and so much research I've decided to send my finalised work. Here it goes:

"After doing so much research I've come to conclude, that Melayu consists of different groups, and there many different types of melayu. There's a small group Melayu ethnic group in Texas, USA, Hawaii, and other pacific islands.

There's also Melayu living in Indonesia, Cambodia, South Thailand, Sumatra, Borneo, the Philippines and Oceania.

The Malay language is a member of the Austronesian language. It's one of the most ancient language in the world. You can read more here,

Around the world, Melayu generally have different religions, ie christian, budhism, hindus, and of course Islam.

Since we're living in Malaysia, I'm going to elaborate, the Malaysian Melayu.

Here in Malaysia, the Malays or Melayu make up the majority of the population. (that's what they say). The Malays here are Muslims. (The majority of them). Malays according to some resources in the world web are, "lemah lembut", "sawo matang", and are medium in height.

They also stick to the "adat strongly" as the saying goes "Biar Mati Anak Jangan Mati Adat". I don't really know what that means as I've not really research the meaning behind the peribahasa.

But as far as I'm concerned us Malays stick strongly to traditions and culture. It's part of our blood. That's what they say.

I.e my grandmother never lets us anak dara sit on the stairs or between doorways, she says nanti kalau beranak susah, anak tak mahu keluar. And us youngsters have to always bend down when passing by elders.

These are just some of the adats that my grandparents have taught me.

Religion also play a major role. We sometimes follow the sunnah and we sometimes follow the adat, for example, the tahlil is actually bid'ah. According to the real islamic teaching, tahlil is not encouraged as we are following other culture. I guess the tahlil is an adat...kot.

In conclusion, the Malays in general are from a big ethnic group that have spread across the world. Malays in Malaysia (which originated from Yunan, china and some of us have jawa blood and in indian blood in us.), have a strong belief in the adat and agama. These two beliefs plays a major role in our lives. And some of these adats are dying as people from the younger generation aren't practicing anymore.

I hope my explanation makes sense. These are just my opinion. "

That was my piece of work. I wrote that in 20 minutes. Hahaha...but again that just my opinion, on what is Malay. To tell you the truth, it was one of the most interesting research I've done. I quite enjoyed it. I learned alot while doing so.

Diberkati

Today marks the 18th Ramadan. It also means that muslims all around the world have been fasting for 18 days.

My oh my how time goes so fast. This year Ramadan is like no other Ramadan in my life. For the first time in years, I actually got to spend the first few days of Ramadan with my Mami and Papi (Alhamdullilah), and I had a chance of breaking my fast with my really close friends, who are more like a family to me. We broke our fasts together almost every week.

Ramadan this year have taught me alot of things.

1. I've learned to be blessed with own life. I mean I'm blessed on everything I have right now.
2. After 6 years of being an early childhood educator, I've finally came to realise to why I have passion towards heaven's angels.
3. I learned the true meaning of friendship and the true meaning of family.
4. Most importantly I've learned not to waste food.

Why I gave out these pointers, as a lesson I learned through out this holy month? Well the Almighty have made me opened my eyes, and realised that my life is far greater than than I thought.

A colleague/friend interviewed a girl in her late teens recently. She applied for a job at my workplace. And apparently her family is going through a rough time, her father lost his job, her mum is a homemaker, she is a high school drop out. Her family is currently depending on her grandma to survive.

Any who's hearing her story has made me realise that my life is blessed. I'm blessed to be living in a warm house. I'm blessed to have a sturdy job. I'm blessed to have a house that is fully furnished. I'm blessed to be eating good food everyday. I'm blessed to be surrounded by great friends. Amin!

This holy month, is month of giving. So my boss has assigned us teachers, to go hunting around K.L and search for a home or an institute that is in dire need of help. So like last year, I chose Rumah Nur Salam, or now the name has changed to Yayasan Salam.

This center basically caters, to "anak-anak lorong","stateless children", "anak-anak yatim"and the list goes on.

My colleagues and I have prepped 50 cleanliness bags and 50 duit raya packets for these innocent souls. I called up the center and they told me, that they're only be expecting less that 5o children. I was disappointed. So I prayed to God many many times, and so that my sincere intentions to make these 50 kids happy to come true. I didn't want less than 50, I didn't want more. I just wanted 50. So I kept praying.

And Alhamdulillah, I was happy. God had answer my prayers. 50 angels turned up at the center, to receive their goody bags. I was happy. I wanted to jump for rejoice. But I retained myself. Seeing these happy children being happy was more than enough for me. I wanted to cry for happiness. But I didn't I held myself back. That very day, I realised why I love children. I love them because I love to see them happy. I love their innocence and their honesty. I just love their presence. I love kids as a whole.

Besides being charitable this year, I've made an effort with my friends, to break our fast together. My colleagues are not just my colleagues. They're my friends. They're also like my family. Hehehe
I felt that this month have brought us closer together as friends and family.

Less than 10 more days, and this holy month will be over. I'm sad to see it leave. I hope and pray I'll get to see it again next year, insyaAllah.

A Month Of Soul Cleansing

Ah.......the long awaited month have arrived.

Alhamdullilah. I'm so happy the Holy month of Ramadan is finally here.

Every year I make a resolution for myself to accomplish during this Holy month. And this year I've decided not to do any resolution.

InsyaAllah I'm going to try my best to cleanse my dirty soul, and pray to the Almighty to accept my prayers. And insyaAllah I shall try to be more patience with my students, and pray to Him that they don't test my patience whilst I'm fasting.

And I hope that Aunt flow don't visit me during this soul cleansing month, and I hope to go for the taraweeh prayers every night during this month.

InsyaAllah.

To all the Muslims out there, I wish you a very Happy Ramadan. Make this Ramadan like it's your last Ramadan in this world. ^^