Things In Europe That I Love

As many others, I see Islam in Europe.

I love it when I see old couples holding hands and they look like they are still in love.

One day, there was a couple, both walks ever so slow, the man holding a walking stick and his other half put her hand inside the pocket behind his pant.

I love the idea how they both support each other

The above average medical care has somehow increase life expectancy, so you will see many old peoples around.

Of course this is quite a sad phenomenon, because one lecturer said it's a problem because they need to take care of the olds

Imagine living, but not wanted

But I dare not say my lecturer is wrong

because I have never feel how it is to be taking care of old people

But then, I've twice experienced seeing old ladies fall.

One on her back, the other on her front

What I'm trying to say here is how the person who help both ladies back on their feet doesn't talk rubbish after that.

You see, I'm a regular public transportation user (btw, both incidents have something to do with this)

I saw how people were treated

Once, the bus moved when an old lady hadn't even fully disembarked

I was so sorry for her

They just say sorry and moved

Then there were some tourists who were going to Teluk Bahang, and pronounced the name quite funnily

They were being made fun of by the conductor

I am a foreigner myself and I know how much does it take for me to pronounce something in an alien language

And luckily, nobody make fun of my mispronounciation

I even get 'hezky, hezky' (good, good) for my poor Czech command

To these Czechs, the pronounciation is the other thing, what matter is you try

Talk about being supportive

And then it comes to the toilet

Most my Malaysian friends are disgusted of European toilets.

I must say, it's the opposite for me.

I love European toilets as much as I hate Malaysian toilets.

The reason for the detest of European toilets mostly being the usage of paper instead of water.

But I see no disgust in this.

Admittedly, at first, it was hard for me and I'm still using water

But somehow, I don't like the remarks "eee, dah la kencing berak tak basuh"

It sounds self centered, pardon me

Imagine people making a shit out of your nature of eating with your hand

Plus, I remember in Islam, even stones can be used for istinjak

So, we don't really have right to condemn these people for not using water

Are we suggesting that stones are disgusting too (even tho it does sound like it =p)

I wonder if we really know what respect means (that was applied to me too, what a brat I was)

Back to the topic, European toilets, most of them are really clean.

I heart the dry floor

So people, after U are done wudhuk, please, please wipe up the floor and sinks ok

Because I don't really like water drippings on the floor and sinks

If I don't like it, then the more do the locals

Another plus to European toilet is that most of them have nice handsoap and what's more, here we have green disposable towels to pat dry our hand

Now, talk about hygiene!

If there's one thing that I want to suggest to our government is that I want them to learn from most European countries how to provide our people with excellent public transportation

Should every YB and minister take the public transportation for a month or two back home

and then come here and take the public transportation for 3 days

I like how beneficial is the transport system to the people over here

And not mentioning, how punctual they are

Quoting a friend " Back home, the bus comes at whatever time they want to come and I also become tension"

That is a really hilarious sentence but it holds pure truth of what me mom have to endure everyday

I rarely get thank you from Asians, even though I've saved their bum from some tiring things

But for a slightest deed, I get thank you over here

I remember in a National day parade,I haerd the pak cik pembuat and pemberi Milo free during the national day parade said,

"this is the only one who say thank you" to the girl who just got her cup and there were about 2 dozens before her, who clearly took the cup and say nothing

Bad, bad, bad

What is it with Asians so hard to show their gratification

I know we tend to hide our emotion but would a thank you hurt our pride?

I've been hearing about Caucasians these and that

Bad things

I see those and I acknowledge

But if we give space to look at the positive side rather than saying bad things about other

It would benefit us more

Look, I'm loving their toilet right now and you, if u realise it or not, u r also acknowledging their punctuality don't you?

I hope we (anybody who feel he/she needs learning) can learn to respect other culture

Even tho we eat different things, talk different language,

we're still breathing the same air, look at the same moon and as a matter of time, be on a same ground on the judgement day

We never know what deed has any of us done when we only see his/her shortcomings

Give space to appreciate other and if needed, change them appropriately

; p

What doesn't Kill You Just Makes You Stronger

Summer semester will start tomorrow.

I'll be going to class like usual and labs will start the next week.

Some people get boring by these but as for me, these are what that keep me going.

Honestly, if I've got another 1 week free, I'm gonna have fever because of boredom.

As I'm typing this down, I'm thankful for what I have right now.

It's just that I'm a bit worried if I forget what path have I travelled to get here.

I worry that I'll forget how I fret over my clothes when most of them didn't fit me anymore now that I always have the money to buy one if any of my clothes doesn't fit me.

I hope I'll never forget how I put on a pant 1 and a half inch too short for me and a vest that hangs down my torso for nearly 1 year.

I don't want to forget how does it feel to be on the inferior side, how hard I push myself to keep going.

Never will I forget, that I was the one who put the scarves that I wear to school when I went for games too.

I borrowed sport shoes from friends since mine were plain too big or too small for me.

I've been laughed at when I took part in a running competition because I had a small shirt and a track suit that is too big for me.

On weekends, I would be staying in my dorm while others have picnic or the sorts with their parents.

I would sat on my bed, the speaker blaring, calling for students whose parents were visiting.

Sometimes, I got invited over to have picnic with my friends and their parents.

For that, I'm ever so thankful.

Did it saddened me?

Of course it did.

People whose parents were visiting will never know the feeling of the need to put up with ever so lousy Saturday dinner and Sunday lunch for 5 years straight in a row.

And the feeling of needing to put up with the dirty corridor dotted with overflowed bins, KFC boxes and McD wrappers lying around.

There was someone who liked me in high school and keept sending notes and stuffs.

I put up with that for 3 years.

All the teachers knew and almost half the students knew too.

Despite knowing that I never take anything from someone I don't like, my whole class who are supposed to be my friends took every packet of candies that being thrown via the back door every evening of our prep malam.

Which eventually led to that person being in charge of my class.

Imagine studying for PMR in a room with someone who U don't like.

I got preyed upon and my friends got candies!

Of how I managed to endure the 5 years, even I don't know.

Clearly it's a miracle.

Alhamdulillah, I went out sane and stronger.

Will I forget the journey that I had to take everytime I went home?

Journey back home would be ok though, since there were few girls going home by bus too.

And the number expanded as the months passed by.

In first year, I would go home sent by my friend's father.

I'll never forget the kindness.

It was not something that I wanted, going back home by bus.

It was scary and lonely.

A girl with a bag.

I used to cry most of the time.

U never know when the bus is coming and there'll be entah siapa2 sitting beside you in the bus.

Even I travelled the same roads for 5 years, it never shed the scary feeling.

Every journey was foreign to me.

Once I took a bus, praying that it goes to jetty because the usual bus that I take didn't come after 3 hours or so of waiting.

That is how I learn to follow my heart and be observant.

I've never took the ferry alone in my life and that was my first.

And I arrived to the security of home.

Going back home alone is nothing compared to going back to school.

It was the scariest of the two, with no one I know around me until I reached Summit.

The bag would be heavier and since it was always Sunday, the bus will be packed with immigrants.

In one event, the bus nearly crash onto the vehicle in front (that's how bad our public transportation is)

And once, the driver shouted police and almost 80% in the bus panicked and tried to run off.

Can U tell how I feel at that time?

And if U add another event when a man chasing another man with a knife on his hand passed just less than a meter in front of me, I'm amazed at how I'm still alive today. Wheww!

Everyone from my circle back in high school knows that I can't stand standing too long, be it hot or cool weather, but I preserved and never pass out when I waited for that tunggu masa nakroboh bas Rangkaian Setia to my school which comes, always every 1 and a half hour.

If people wonder how I don't give a fuss about carrying kilos and walk for miles, these people, are what that teaches me.

People can see me now and say, ah she's lucky, she's doing fine

People can say that I have everything that I want

People can be jealous and spread false stories about me

People can envy me for who I am now

Of course, as a girl, sometimes these get at me.

But upon reflecting, I know, I too like every other people carry my own burden.

It's just that I carried mine a bit earlier than others.

Creative Mind

Aishah, a friend from high school was here with her sister last week.

Will update on that soon.

Never imagine will spend holiday with a friend from high school in Prague.

Elegante!!

It was hilarious, a trip like no other.

When we went shopping for their souvenirs, we had tough time to find something suitable for their father.

I never know that black shirt attracts mosquitos.

Or was I lost when my dad told me that?

hahaha

anyway, new general knowledge for me.

But I wonder why my cousin and my last brother always pick black, among all the colour schemes in the world.

It feels like high school again to have girlie talk

To reminiscence the good-sweet-and-sour high school days

Which came down to wearing gold

I don't know how is it among others but most of the girls from my circle don't really fancy gold.

As for me, my mom had hard time making me wear one.

I had nightmares with gold, that's why.

When I was little,

I maked countless bend on my ring,

lost my bracelet,

and my cousin broke off my necklace when we played soccer.

The hilarious part is when the girls told me about their mom futuristic mind.

They gave in to their mother's words

"If u get lost and u have nothing on you, you can trade the gold for money and get home"

It sure is entertaining to know how other people perceive life.

= )

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