tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83161156301617694682024-03-05T14:19:50.873+08:00MY LIFEwhere stories and confessions are writtenTengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-78369212339916745572018-01-27T22:18:00.000+08:002018-01-27T22:35:56.153+08:00She wanted to help<center style="text-align: left;">
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<i>“Do you need anything? I don’t mind looking for them.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The girl offers her help. She couldn’t help herself asking
people what they need, or what they want. She wanted people to be happy, to be
at ease on their daily lives. She thinks that helping others can also help her at ease, to see people appreciate what she did. To see others happy
and healthy and well. But, not everyone is like she thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>This is why you shouldn’t always be nice to people. Some
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But, she never stops. She wanted to help. She just doesn’t
quit thinking people would need her help. She would do anything to help others,
despite getting talks behind at her back or being judged. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t say she never wanted to stop. She did actually. She
felt so empty. She felt her heart was calling her selfish, <i>why didn’t you
help them, why did you lie to them? </i>She didn’t intend to. She said she doesn’t
want to get hurt anymore. As soon as she touch her heart and close her eyes, a
glimpse of bright light appeared before her. The light was smiling at her,
touching her head and gave her a hug. She didn’t see the face behind the mask,
but the girl cried in her arms. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>Dear daughter, no matter how the world treats you badly.
Always remember that kindness is not to be judge by imperfect humans, but is
for you to believe that there are still good in this world to rely on. For you
to believe that kindness is to be touch by the heart, not for the eyes to see</i>.”
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That’s right. Kindness is a gift, whereby the eyes could
only see less than the heart could feel. The hands and smiles are gifted for the
sake of a better world. She did felt happy when she lend her hands to lift people’s
burden. She did felt happy when her smile lifted people’s sorrow. She did felt
happy when her silliness lifted people’s spirit. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now you know why she never stop, would you ask her again?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-28039764955433654252017-12-12T21:05:00.002+08:002017-12-12T21:05:38.226+08:005 Wishlist<center>
I was scrolling around through my 'memory box' as I like to call it. I stumbled upon a wishlist that I want to achieve before I reached 30. Here are the lists:</center>
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1. Travel the world.</center>
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3. Have my own house/ studio apartment.</center>
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Believe me when I said this, I actually laughed out loud. Then I paused. I realized that I have actually accomplished some of the wishlists. </center>
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1. I had traveled to Korea and China independently.</center>
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2. I actually had my own car few months ago.</center>
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3. I have actually done a part-time job as a waiter at a cafe.</center>
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Well, 3 over 5 of the wishlists accomplished is quiet the achievement. I am grateful that I was blessed with the experience and opportunity given. Looking forward to achieve the other two of the wishlist. Ameen</center>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-33305941443131030342017-03-04T21:11:00.002+08:002017-03-04T21:11:55.709+08:00My name is, "Tengku Nurathifi..."<center style="text-align: left;">
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This is what I have to deal with most of the time when people asked for my name. </center>
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Anonymous: What's your name?</center>
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Me: Just call me Fiffy. </center>
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Anonymous: I mean, what's your full name?</center>
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Me: Tengku Nurathifi.</center>
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Anonymous: (astonished) wow you must be related to royal family hah. which royal family you're related to? </center>
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Me: I never know about that.</center>
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Anonymous: Where are you from?</center>
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Me: I'm from Terengganu. </center>
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Anonymous: Then must be related to Terengganu royalty lah. </center>
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And then some of them would start bragging about how they know people who has royal first names and retell how I probably relate to any of them. However, there are also people who give different responses regarding my name. Because I am an introvert, I tend to only hangout with people that I really close with (and I just happen to only hangout with my Chinese friends because they're the only friends i had since kindergarten). But some people who don't even know me, pretended that they already know EVERYTHING about me. </center>
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"look, look. she's all alone again. never mingle with anyone else except with the Chinese. <i>sombong, tak nak lepak dengan org macam kita sebab tengku</i> (too arrogant to come and hangout with us because she's a 'Tengku'). </center>
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even worst, I was called as 'princess' in a negative way, because I don't mingle with other people other than my kindergarten friends. People tend to think i was too arrogant to make the first move to make friends, when in fact i was just too shy to! As an excuse, people tend to misinterpret my social circle based on my first name, just to make them feel better about it! After what i have to go through during high school (there were also during camps, trips, events etc), I started to stop introducing myself using my full name, and go with 'Fiffy' (the nickname I had since I was a baby). Unless I was asked for my full name.</center>
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So my dear readers, whoever thought that it was easy to answer your questions regarding my family history among the generations of royalty, it is not. It's not that we are too arrogant to tell you our family history, but it is because we only believe that we just happen to be bestow with the name and, have no interest of knowing why it was given in the first place. We were taught to be kind and humble carrying our first names, because of the negative responses we received from stereotype people like you. We want to show you that regardless of our name, we are just the same. We are also ordinary people who are living in an ordinary live just like any of you. So do not misjudged our personality and lives based on our names. It doesn't matter what we are named as, as long as it brings good meanings, that's good enough for me. </center>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-17676940038180985632017-01-08T02:13:00.001+08:002017-01-08T19:59:59.149+08:00I am Grateful. (Year 2017)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Late at 2.00 am,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly all my life flashed before my eyes,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I took out my laptop and my hands started moving on its own,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wanting to take this opportunity to be grateful<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have prayed and thank God for this gift He gave me<o:p></o:p></div>
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For all the hardships that I have been through for the past
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I have learnt so much<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cried, screamed, running away from my problems<o:p></o:p></div>
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Led to me to the greatest future that awaits me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wish I could turn back time<o:p></o:p></div>
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To tell the ‘past’ me that it’s okay to cry, <o:p></o:p></div>
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To scream your heart out in the middle of the night<o:p></o:p></div>
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To let go of things along the way<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because you’re doing fine now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Remember you said you might be left alone one day?<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re actually made awesome friends right now, and they
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Remember you said love was a stupid joke and you’re not
gonna fall for it anymore?<o:p></o:p></div>
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You actually found someone who’s willing to do anything for
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Remember you said how you wish to have those cool family
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You’re actually got your own cool family photos saved in
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Remember you thought your dreams crushed in your face?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guess what, the life goals you have right now are WAY better
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I am grateful of where I am now, so don’t worry alright?</div>
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We both learnt a lot, but yeah, we made it this far.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’re stronger than you look.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Love yourself like how I am now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because you’re actually enjoying what life throws at you and
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Thanks for standing strong to make me come this far,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am really grateful.</div>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-668221777587673742016-10-15T00:02:00.001+08:002016-10-15T00:02:39.909+08:00Letters to Juliet (#FreestyleFriday)<center style="text-align: justify;">
so tonight is Freestyle Friday, this is when i'll be making fiction short stories or just randomly shared what movie i just watched a few minutes ago. </center>
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first of all, i never ever get tired of watching this movie, EVER! you could say, i would probably saved this movie for future use, while cuddling with my husband on movie night. anyway, back to place, i L.O.V.E this movie so much! it's called Letter To Juliet, from the original story by Lise Friedman. okay, so this movie is about a girl named Sophie, who was supposed to be having a honeymoon with her fiance Victor, end up travelling all around Verona, to help an old lady Claire and his grandson Charlie, to find her lost love. it sounds romantic, doesn't it? looking for her lost love all the way across the sea, i mean literally, Claire was from England, and her lost love, Lorenzo, was from Italy. and she's an old lady, 65 years old!</center>
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in that movie, everything is just romantic! in the beginning, you can actually tell the honeymoon was just not going to work for Sophie and Victor. I literally didn't like the guy from the start, i mean, he was just not the best listener for a girl like Sophie that is passionate about writing and sharing stories. Victor is a chef, yea, still think all Italian chefs are romantic? I was really glad Sophie get to go to Verona to discover what she was missing in the relationship that she really wants. i mean, Verona, where Romeo and Juliet was born, where love is portrait as unbreakable souls and two hearts beat as one. i never ever get tired of the play, but i really hate the ending as well. i really hope Shakespeare would have thought a better ending than dying and bloodshed.</center>
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anyway, back to the movie, Sophie met with Claire, who wrote the letter to Juliet to ask for advice about her affections towards Lorenzo, that she thought was never meant to be due to her parents' disapproval. Sophie who found the letter, wrote back to her as Juliet's secretary, and Claire end up coming to Verona to search for her long lost love 50 years ago! along with her grandson, Charlie. and let me tell you, how charming a British man can be (especially their accent), but Charlie was totally different. he was not a total charmer technically, but physically, he is WOW indescribable.</center>
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so, the three of them Sophie, Claire and Charlie traveled around Verona to look for Lorenzo. it wasn't easy, but Sophie was smart to shortlisted all the "Lorenzo Bartolini"s by predicting how far he could have moved from the last time Claire and he met. and well, along the way, Charlie who was a total stubborn, actually felt for Sophie, despite knowing that she's engaged. </center>
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on 28th February 2016, thanks to our membership in Kelab Rakan Alam Sekitar, we are practically chosen to go to Zoo Negara as volunteers! man, i remember how excited we were waiting for this day to come. we literally thought of everything to do, what to wear, and have no idea what should we even bring. anyway, we were all dressed in our class jerseys and off by bus, from 7 am and arrived at 8.30am. </center>
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we registered, got our wrist tag on, just desperately waiting for our names to be called. we were going to meet all the animals up close, how's that not exciting! and the best thing about my part of the job, i get to photograph everything and everywhere I go. (since the zoo has the health policy of, you can't just simply come from one cage to another, cause there might be diseases that you carry with you while cleaning the cages. and yea, it's dangerous for certain animals). </center>
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so since i wasn't involve in cleaning cages, i got to walk around the zoo all by myself, going cages by cages to look at all the animals. i was stocked to see my favorite animal, the giraffe of course! you can actually feel how tiny and short you are just standing beside it. and, do you know, the elephants actually enjoyed bath! they even do tricks while at it, it was so adorable! and you have no idea how actually tamed the carnivores were at zoo! the lions were so tamed, they actually liked being rubbed on the head! but you don't want to mess with their tigers, they're kind of "unpredictable". the zookeeper told us the tigers have their own mood-swings, there'll be time they're playful and tame, but there're times they just feel like biting your hand off. oh, and they hate bath! </center>
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don't forget the deers, they're so funny, in my opinion. they love moving in herds, especially when they know when there's food awaiting behind the gate. they would just swarmed at you, for the food! and for a girl who never seen a camel up close, i really realized why the others were saying they're quite "slimy". it drooled a lot, especially while eating, and "poo" as soon as they just ate after (does that mean camel digest food quickly?). i didn't get to see the orang-utan up close, due to its tight security, cause' they are smart creatures. but my friends who were in charge of cleaning their cages, told us that the orang-utans are bigger than they thought! and have no toilet manners, especially there was this one orang-utan, who had terrible stomachache, and they say the smell was horrifying! they even liked to stare at people who cleaned it for them, probably knowing how honored to have their butts "wiped". </center>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-87332567975611845442016-10-12T00:34:00.005+08:002016-10-12T00:37:44.382+08:00Quick update: Life of a Blogger<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Just a quick update of how happy I am that my blog is completely changed! the layouts, templates and the best part, is my header! damn, it took me almost 5 hours to just create my own header to look the way i want it. and i can finally say how impressed i am for it. those photoshop classes actually paid off. </center>
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my housemates were amazed that i have my own blog, but they weren't impressed that it's not as famous like the bloggers they knew. it did hurt my feelings a bit, but in my opinion, blogging actually make me learned a lot of new things online. like coding especially. i may not be as pro as a real tech-coder (or whatever you call it), but being able to learn the basics all by myself, actually makes me feel good about it. how proud of myself for doing all this.</center>
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i know i am not about sharing beauty tips, fashion (i am terrible at it), or giving relationship advice, or family issues. but i like i said, i am more about telling stories and making confessions about what i am going through with my life. sure, they're not as cool as other people who went on adventures, travel the world. but, sharing my stories about what i can learn from it or what others can learn from it, is what i really aim for. i mean, if i get to travel the world, i would definitely post about it, i promised!</center>
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for the moment, I wanna be grateful of so far, my life is completely in order. more like back into place. and for this, I am so grateful for the people that has been a part of it.</center>
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So here's my million thoughts of the night: Friendship. looking back before I got this far into my life, I have pretty much go through loads of ups and downs, and believe me, i wasn't as strong as I am now. but, like they say, if you can make a change out of it, you'll be fine. and again, to get this far, i was pretty observant over everything that happened around me. i took notes (in my head, duh.) about how people make friends, what language they used, what topic they talked about, how they control their attitude, when and where is the best place for you to be crazy or polite. i was obsessed over everything everyone do, and start "coyping" a few things from it. i know i know, i sound like a crazy person. but hey, it worked pretty well in the end. but, there were things that i did "don't make sense" and was way out of my league. but then again, you wanna live, you need to get out of your comfort zone, just TRY EVERYTHING (this reminds me of Shakira's song). </center>
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along the friendship lane, there was this group of friends that i was so inspired of becoming. they are amazing people, believe me. the fact making fun of each other seemed bad at first, but it actually got them closer, helping out each other, got their backs. i mean, i never have the idea that making fun of people offensively can actually create bonding (sigh). what got me inspired? that aura and energy they released to the surroundings that make other people laughed with them. i always enjoy that, making people happy is what i always aimed for. but having the right friends to do it with you, just makes it thousand times better. everyday i pray that these bunch of friends can't never fall apart, ever. like literally nothing can't ever break this.</center>
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the million thoughts on the late late night, i really really prayed that i would still be inspired by the amazing group of friends, that i looked up to. even though the the downs part are remained hidden behind doors, but i always pray these people could bring happiness to all the people around them, get others to inspire as well, just like i did.</center>
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It has been three years I've been in this programme (waiting for another two years till graduate). Being an English teacher in training took a lot of hardship along the way. Actually, it doesn't matter what course we took, it will all go in the same process. But do you know, we have to take TWO different courses in one semester? In my situation, there is the TESL as the core subject, and there's my forever arch enemy, Science as my elective subject. </center>
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"<i>a friend of mine took Seni as his elective subjects. but it wasn't his first choice either. he didn't have the artistic flare, so we can't blame him, because it was either Science, Seni and P.Jasmani; so he has to make the biggest choice. we surveyed all the subjects from our seniors' experiences, and finally chose which one is more capable to handle. and as soon as we chose them, we soon realized that our RMK was totally different than our seniors above us. it really took us by surprise, it was like zombie apocalypse-kind-of-situation, we weren't prepare for the bad news. so this friend of mine, after two years taking Seni, it literally break him apart. believe me when I say this, their assignments are way tougher than any of us here. One task requires portfolios, lesson plans and artworks. so imagine having 2-3 tasks for one semester that they have to go through. he literally had restless nights and burnt the most midnight oil than anyone else. not only that, there was also the technology course that we have to take, and he didn't like that subject too. it made things worst for him. and today, he finally lose it and cried. we' all felt sorry for him. it was our first time seeing him 'losing it' in public like that, and it was our first time seeing him lost his confidence in scoring good pointers like he always do.</i>" </center>
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to sum it up, we're all getting ready digging our own graves for this semester. even the juniors below us were already expressing to us how hard it was to be in IPG. so easy to say, no matter you're ipts/ipta/ipg student, we're all going through the same thing. so don't ever doubt what other people do in life, because you never know what they have gone through to be there, especially us IPG students. </center>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-88478382871420583102015-10-09T03:00:00.000+08:002016-09-01T16:46:13.416+08:00Who Am I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can't believe I didn't slept yet. Just finish watching the movie Titanic. </center>
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wanna know what bugs me the most in life? is that i never know who i am and I didn't even take a chance to figure it out. people always said what they saw I do, but is that actually me, i wonder? sometimes i think so and sometimes I don't. </center>
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there's a whole lot big world out there that I didn't walk on. And a whole lot discovery to look into. Maybe that's how i find who i really am?</center>
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There's a whole loads of things that I haven't tried yet. And i never take the courage to do it. How am I supposed to know who i am again? i wonder</center>
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Live life the fullest. Be happy. Sure the world is a temporary setback, but that doesn't mean you're not allowing yourself to do things you want when it's right and good and happy, before you die, right? Heaven is a beautiful place to live the fullest and guaranteed, but the world is also providing things that we should probably do to make our life meaningful here before eternal life in the afterlife.</center>
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I don't know if this will be inspirational enough for me. but I'm just saying I don't want my life being old and worthless and later regret. And I don't want the people around me, the ones i love, felt the same. </center>
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everyone has their own choice in life to be happy. it's time, i find mine. </center>
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Define perfect relationship.</center>
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Fairy tales lie are the perfect relationship.</center>
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There's no such thing as relationship goals.</center>
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Just another disaster waiting to happen. </center>
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Crying all night, wondering weren't you enough?</center>
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Why did he do that? Pleasure? Fun?</center>
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Is there something that I didn't do that she can?</center>
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Was I being too complicated for him to deal with?</center>
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"I ain't no gentleman."</center>
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"I don't do romantic."</center>
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"I don't do surprises."</center>
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"I don't like being mature in this relationship."</center>
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What are these that I have to deal with?</center>
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Are those jokes, but why was I offended?</center>
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I can't stand of his jokes anymore</center>
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It hurts.</center>
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I'm tired</center>
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At shouting and yelling</center>
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And yet I'm crying now</center>
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Wondering was I not enough</center>
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All I ask was simple</center>
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I just want you to listen</center>
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Don't compare yourself to me</center>
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We're not the same</center>
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I'm not as strong as you</center>
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I couldn't keep smiling forever like you do</center>
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But there you are</center>
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Liar.</center>
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Listen if it's the best for us</center>
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I can't keep up</center>
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I'm tired</center>
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I know how much you love winning</center>
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all the time</center>
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I'm crying again</center>
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"i'll never let you cry."</center>
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Was I not doing enough?</center>
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Where you're at?</center>
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I can’t stop myself from talking about this post. I just had
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Lately this week has been so hectic for me. Believe me. Work
assignments tutorial tasks and many more coming each day. But even though how
much hectic we all were. There was something backing us up. Having that
particular someone to share it with. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That particular someone? Yeah we have family and best
friends. But what if I tell you that you can have that whole package into one?
I’m talking about having that one person who is your family and the best friend
you ever had. And the best part? You could end up falling in love with that
particular person. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Between the end of July and the beginning of August this
year, I’ve been seeing many of my friends started to share their pictures with
that particular someone that they stumble with. And they’re not strangers, believe
me. They’re once classmates, schoolmates or even their friends’ friends. In
that connection, they found each other and it was unexpected. Looking back,
have you ever thought of falling in love with your classmates or even someone
that your friends introduced to you? Obviously it will be awkward at first, but
then you slowly realise that you seemed to know that person since birth!<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was impossible for me to believe how my friends kept
telling me that they don’t believe in falling in love and some even intend to
not even try to look. The worst one was, they said they hated the opposite
gender. But I knew from the beginning, soon enough someone will break that
barrier between them. They will have to say yes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And now looking at them, I can’t stop smiling myself.
Scrolling through Instagram or Twitter, I’ve seen how they wanted to share how
happy they’re together. Some people might called them annoying, but different
people different perspectives, so that’s not my problem. Anyway, instead of
media social, their happiness in public seemed so obvious. And they don’t even
have to work hard to keep it that way, all they did was having fun like best
friends and be caring like family. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve to be honest. There’s no such thing as perfect
relationship. NO SUCH THING. Every happiness, there’s always sadness on the
side. There’ll be fighting quarrelling disagreeing and thousands of incontrollable
words coming out from each other. So what? When you love someone so bad, you’ll
crazily love each other as same as how crazy you guys hate each other. That’s
the secret. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not saying having relationship is scary, same saying as
not every part of the earth is beautiful. They can be scary but at the same
time you’ll realize how you can’t let him/her go because, you just literally
can’t! You’ll know what I mean.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Good night peeps. <o:p></o:p></div>
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What I ever do to you? </center>
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Where have I gone wrong? </center>
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Why you guys have to walk away pretending that I'm invisible?</center>
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Why did you guys weren't listening when I'm talking in the group?</center>
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I'm not appreciating of all the good things you did to me? </center>
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I'm not grateful to have people like you guys?</center>
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Is this what I have to go through after this five years in college? </center>
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Walking in the crowd where people staring at me with those smirking eyes?</center>
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I was being too different? I was the weirdo all over again?</center>
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Am I the only one that was crazy over guys when actually I wasn't? </center>
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Am I the only one that weren't being crazy and sarcastic when I was being myself? </center>
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Am I the only one that likes to be alone when actually I was waiting for companions? </center>
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Am I the only one looking for people to smile at me and wanted to be seen differently?</center>
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Maybe I didn't see what I done. </center>
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I wasn't being too good to people. </center>
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I was called the attention seeker for doing things that I loved. </center>
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I was called stupid for not thinking of others' feelings other than me. </center>
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What am I suppose to do? </center>
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Everything I done was wrong. </center>
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You guys slowly pushing me away. After all the efforts I've gone through. </center>
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For talking to people that I'm not suppose to talk to but you and they can. </center>
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So what happens now? Nothing was right for me to do. </center>
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Cry at someplace after the day was over? </center>
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Pretend to smile and be happy with my wrecked life outside home?</center>
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Be alone, away from the noisy crowd? </center>
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Is this what it feels like to grow up? Is this what you guys trying to tell me? </center>
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So when I do become this person soon.</center>
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Will you guys do me a favor? </center>
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Don't ask rhetorical questions about my improved attitude?</center>
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Stop asking me why I prefer to be alone? </center>
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Stop hugging me, saying that you care to listen if I got any problems?</center>
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Don't ask where I'm going when I needed it the most?</center>
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Don't ask why I was being quiet the whole day? </center>
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Why didn't I join you guys for lunch? </center>
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Why I looked so gloomy day by day? </center>
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Aren't you suppose to be happy now that I'm out of your way? </center>
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Finally you can stop controlling me because I'm not going to destroy your new life here. </center>
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Cheer. Be happy. That's what matters to me now. '</center>
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All I want was for you guys to be happy. </center>
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No worries of me wrecking anything that you put your effort on. </center>
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Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.</center>
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I'm going to be somebody I'm not soon.</center>
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I mean, that's life right?</center>
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To become somebody that I couldn't accept but you guys can?</center>
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To be the person that I hate the most in people?</center>
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But I'm still gonna smile. I promise.</center>
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Thanks for lessons you guys put me into. </center>
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Saturday picnic again! It's been a while since our last picnic together. So today, two days after our first paper, which was Language Developement 1, our dear friend here decided to have a class picnic at Hutan Lipur Sungai Kanching. </center>
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Early in the morning, we prepared our food at the campus's kitchen. The guys were frying sausages while the girls were frying rice. After everything was all set, we decided on our ride. which was Ruby's car, her best friend's car and Anis's car. It was half hour journey and we had fun along the way. Believe me, the best car pool I've ever had so far. </center>
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And yeayyy we finally arrived, parked the cars, took our stuff and climbed up the stairs to where the picnic site actually is. When we got to the picnic site, man it was so breathtaking! (not saying there weren't any dudes there too, i was talking about the surrounding.) Imagine this. Tall trees everywhere; water flowing between the rocks, falling into the pool; birds and soft insects sound. You get the picture. </center>
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As we're about to put down our stuff, we met ourselves with some "new friends". Instead of asking for food nicely, they end up stealing our food in pack. Man were we scared of them. So it was decided that the guys have to take turns watching over our stuff for us. Since everyone decided to play in the water, someone have to take charge right? </center>
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Water wrestling, jump-diving, hold-your-breath competition, swimming, splashing each other. The guys even borrowed Ruby's shampoo to wash their hair. Everyone was feeling young again after having so much fun playing in the water. </center>
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I'm really sorry that I have not much to tell. But it was really a long day and I really have no idea how to describe how our day was. If I got the power to record and playback my memory, I would love to let you guys see it too! I really gotta take a break now. I'm cold and got a major headache all of sudden. So, catch up later!</center>
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Weekend strikes again! But sadly tomorrow's going to be Monday, so booooo. But then again, I had fun today! </center>
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After having class discussion on group whatsapp and a lot of persuading, we finally decided to have a picnic together. (and also because that there were classes before us also had picnics, so why not we do it too right?) </center>
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So early morning at 10am, (kind of early) Huzaimi, Afiq, Asyraff aka Cerah, Tasha, Fatin, Aima and me decided to move out early to get some breakfast and do some grocery shopping for the picnic. Arrived at Amcorp Mall by LRT to Taman Jaya. We had breakfast at Atap-Atap Restaurant and it was delicious. The service was great too. We got our food real quick, or maybe it was because there weren't many people there. I had myself white rice with chicken lemon, and yeah it was worth 15 minutes wait, I guess. We took photos and took off to Giant to buy our grocery. Since I told everyone I'll be making egg sandwiches, I bought bread, eggs and mayonnaise. While everyone else was buying nuggets and sausages. And oh yeah, I can't believe someone bought chili sauce too. </center>
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We went back home to IPBA and prepared our food at the campus's surau. Oh forgot to mention that we had our own kitchen here at IPBA, so you can cook whatever you whenever you want. It's free to use! Everything you need are there, what's missing are the ingredients that you want to cook with. So anyway back to the topic, I prepared my sandwiches while most the guys helped us out by frying the nuggets and sausages. Once it's all complete, we all ran to the Kerinchi LRT station because we thought the clouds were going to pour out, but it didn't. </center>
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Rode the LRT to KLCC and walked to Suria Park. We found the perfect spot and laid all of our foods there. And like usual, wemake fun of each other, but as for Azlan, he prefer to play his video games more than chatting with us. So, I tag along. And as our class tradition, we took photos, Lots and lots of photos. </center>
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How's my readers doing? Good? Happy to hear that then? *smiley*</center>
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Wondering what's KPM stands for? aka Kementerian Pendidikan Malaysia at Putrajaya. And yeah, we had lunch there! Surprised? I'm sure most soon-to-be-teachers will be invited here someday, so be patience. </center>
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At one clock, everyone gathered at Block 4's ground floor for the IPBA buses. By everyone, I meant all of the PPISMP TESL Jun 2014 and most of the JPPs. The mini bus was for the boys while the big official bus was for the girls. It was a long trip, more like an hour or so. </center>
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When we arrived, everyone kind of looked like they just woke up. Man who wouldn't be sleeping in there? The soft comfty seats, adding on the a/c was set on the right temperature, makes the bus feels like a hotel suite! To be honest, I slept too! We all got off the bus and took a long walk from the front gate all the way to the main field, where the lunch was set up. And wow, the place was crowded! Food stalls everywhere! It wasn't an ordinary lunch, it was more like All-You-Can-Eat buffet! I was really pumped up when I saw the signs from each stalls. There were kebab, satay, cendol, roasted beef and many more. and by 'many more', i meant to say that because I didn't a get chance to look at all of the stalls due to the crowd. But the best part of the buffet was the fried ice-cream! I've been eager to have that for quite some time now, and finally I got it! Not just one, but two fried ice-creams per person! worth the queue *smiley with tears* I got myself oreo and chocolate ice-cream, my favorite!</center>
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Hey it's still Syawal month in Islam calendar right? It ain't over till the month reached the end of the day. So, Selamat Hari Raya and Happy Eid to my muslims friends and followers and readers all over the world! Firstly I would like to apologize for all my wrongdoings with you guys and hope you guys will forgive me. 0-0 yeah? *laughing with tears*</center>
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After I got back from celebrating Happy Eid at my hometown, I was really excited that there'll also going to be another celebration at IPBA as well! My first Aidilfitri celebration at college, isn't that great!</center>
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Early in the morning, everyone dressed their very best! oh how gorgeous my housemates looked! I wore my long blue jubah with turquoise-colored shawl and my blue shoes. haha go blue! Walking all the way to class, wow how beautiful and charming the seniors looked! It's like colors everywhere! Finally, as soon as I stepped into my class, man how my heart skipped a beat to see the guys looked so charming with their baju melayu and kain sampin. Well, you don't see that everyday right? Since I brought my monopod with me, I "bravely" asked everyone to take a group selfie together, and happy to say, they all agreeed! Well it took a while to persuade them, thanks to Tasha and Ruby. *smile with tears* At first we took group pictures in class until Tasha got a better idea by taking the pictures outside the class! Man it all turned out so well, almost like we're photo shooting for fashion magazine! </center>
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After all the picture taking, it was finally food time! It was a long queue, believe me! But luckily the food was worth the wait! There were satay, lemang, ketupat, rendang, soto, lontong and don't forget the biscuits and cakes! I took a big scoop of everything in one plate, and yeahhh I was very greedy and had my stomach full for maybe the whole day! Which was a good thing because I don't have to spend money on dinner tonight, haha! </center>
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So after we had our feast, we spent the time talking and joke around in class, with the lights off! Actually it was kind of mourning time for us cause' Afiq kept asking opinions either he should stay in IPBA or accept the offer letter from this university that he applied for before he was chosen to be with us. So, still thinking about which choices will he made. If he leaves, it's kind of sad cause' we'll lose a big brother in our family *crying* but we don't want to stop him from achieving his dreams. </center>
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How's everybody been up to? I've been doing great here so far. Just too many tutorial tasks and finally I was exposed to assignment work! Now I know why the seniors kept telling me good luck at surviving with the assignments and tutorial tasks at the same time! It was really hard but still, it kind of feels like doing school projects, only this one is so important that it will affect our exam grades! *freak out* I've been trying the hardest, so pray for me okay guys? </center>
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Anyway, happy saturday! yeah finally it's weekend! So instead of staying at the hostel and get bored to death, why not take a stroll around Kuala Lumpur with your closest classmates? So that's what we actually do! After group discussion on Whatsapp, Huzaimi, Tasha, Fatin and me decided to look for pamphlets for our assignment while take a walk around KLCC. And believe me, it was worth it! </center>
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We arrived at KLCC in the morning by LRT. As soon as we arrived, we end up going out at the wrong exit! man how we laughed about it! We started to look at the map on our smartphones and it was a very, i mean, a VERY retiring walk to Suria KLCC front entrance. We made it there, for pete sake, we were relieved! It was a very hot day and we were all very hungry, so we decided to have our breakfast at the food court on Level 2. I had myself a cup of cold chocolate from White Coffee while the others bought themselves chicken rice and nasi lemak. I almost chocked when they told me their chicken rice and nasi lemak costed them more than RM5! I was like, it was not normal for me who came from a small town in Terengganu, as those food only costs less than RM3 from my place! But luckily they were satisfied that they were really full. </center>
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After we're done, we got our pamphlets at the information counters and we got pretty lost of not knowing what to do next. In the end, Tasha decided to take us for a walk around the Suria Park. It was very lovely! It has been 12 years since I came to this place. Surprisingly it was as beautiful as I imagined it would be. There were family, friends, tourists, couples and pupils from school trips too! I'm not surprised that there were so many people during weekends. We took pictures along the way, even with tourists! Man how embarrassed we were that time, practicing our English to ask permission with the tourists to take pictures with us. But it was a good exposure as we met many amazing people along the walk. </center>
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Let's give a moment of silence for the tragedy of MH17. Al-Fatihah to the muslim victims who were involved in the tragedy. Deep condolences for the family and friends of the victims. It literally tears me apart after hearing the shocking news on TV while enjoying the night hanging out with my housemates at a nearby cafe. Just imagining if one of the victims is someone that I truly close with, eagerly waiting at the airport for their return, waiting for the souvenirs that they promised to being back from their vacation. It was just too much to handle it all in. </center>
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So for that, my batch was told by the campus's Student Council Department to ride the official bus today and straight to the parliament. At first we were really confused of thinking that it was going to be a field trip or something. But when we got there, we saw many students coming from different universities stood at the road side, chanting "Justice for MH17!" They were holding flags and wore the T-shirts that also said "Justice4MH17". Oh, almost forgot, they were given away boards with the same slogan as well. We got down for the bus and were told to tag along with the other students. And believe me, it was crowded and hot as well. </center>
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Let's see now, it's been three weeks I guess moved into IPBA. so far so good until this day arrived. Innovation day, the day where each class representatives from each batch show their innovative mind of making teaching fun for pupils. As a teacher-to-be, we have to think ahead than anyone else, they said. So it took us all night to finish the project last night. Really glad we made it. </center>
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So, we called our project, 'The Super Teacher'. Why do we called that? Very interesting project really and it was Huzaimi's idea. That ex-schoolmate of mine really got himself think too further than us. We were lucky to have him in our class. At least someone actually thought of last minute idea *smiley with tears*</center>
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So how did you go you asked? Well, it went well. Not all of our classmates have to appear for the exhibition. Each class must have four representatives, so we choose the boys to do it. And they did a pretty good job too!<br /><br />
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After the exhibition was over, prize giving ceremony. Or should I say a really boring ceremony to attend to. But luckily not everyone has to attend. But I end up getting myself involve by being a volunteer for the ceremony. Well, the advantage was the certificates. I mean when else would you get certificates other than being volunteers? So anyway, while we the volunteers, were organizing the certificates for the prize giving ceremony, we were really shocked to see the names from my class on one of the certificates! Our project got third place in the exhibition! How happy we were when we found out about it. The sleepless night that the boys been through really worth it after all. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hey guys? how is it going? Good? Happy to hear that. By the way, I got too excited to post about this because it was the best experience I've ever had! (Also, because I'm trying to improve my writing skills. Literally.) Here we go!</center>
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Today was twelve day for me staying in IPBA aka Institut Perguruan Bahasa Antarabangsa. How's classes so far? Well, so far so good I guess. The lecturers are super duper nice, if you get to know better though. Then there's the class you're asking about? Well happy to announce, every classroom has air conditioning so that we never complain about sweating in class and smell like stinking skunk! (hahaha kidding. but that's what they said.) Lastly, my classmates? Yeah they're super duper nice! Still trying to get to know them better till today, we decide to hangout at Mid Valley to have our first iftar together! What's iftar you asked? Iftar means breaking fast in groups. *smiley*</center>
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But sadly not everyone can make it. But I'm surprised most of the boys were able to make it. Only four girls came, which include me. *smiley with tears* We departed early but we didn't came all at once. The guys rode the KTM while for us girls we rode Ruby's car, which was really convenient and cheap LOL. We all arrived at Mid Valley three hours early before maghrib prayers so we all went to the MPH bookstore to get the books that the lecturers been telling us to get for class. It was funny that everywhere you go, you'll see your classmates' faces. It was almost like we're the only one there. But since I'm not a fan of educational books, I went to the comic sections and talked with some of the boy classmates there. (aka one of my crush was there too *stick tounge out*) We got our books and got separated cause' the guys was hoping to break their fast at the KFC while the girls decided to go to the Oasis Food Court instead. </center>
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When we arrived at the foodcourt, man it was crowded! so crowded that there was no empty seats and it was saddening. In the end, we all decided to pray first while the guys already packed their KFC meals. After we finish our maghrib prayer, we were relieved that finally there were many empty seats and we enjoyed our dinner. I had sizzling Yee Mee and it was delicious! We all had so much fun talking and making jokes at each other.</center>
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After dinner, we decide to pick a movie to watch together since it was still early to go back. Everyone decided to watch horror movies till they started to stare at me asking if it was okay. Turns out they can really tell that I'm not a fan of horror movie. At first they really forced me to watch it but I was still not convinced to enjoy the movie, and the fact it was night time. In the end, Ruby and Afiq decided to check out any movies available that EVERYONE can watch. Finally, they got tickets for Rise of the Apes (if i'm not mistaken) and it was at 12.30 midnight! We flipped out, especially Fatin and me! But it was also fun to know that if we got home late, at least the whole class will get in trouble. (once in a while right?) </center>
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while waiting for three hours to pass to watch the movie, we spent time walking around Mid Valley and it was kind of creepy seeing most of the shops were closed and not many people were around. We took pictures and finally we decided to separate again. Some of us hangout in front of the cinema tickets counter while some went to the empty comfty cushion seats at Noodle Station. I was at the Noodle Station. And the fact that one of my classmate was sick, I invited him too, so that he can rest and sleep at the couch. Oh how comfortable he looked, I mused. Literally sleeping like a baby while holding his phone in his hand. One true fact about him was he never, I mean so far EVER, let go of his phone or left it in his pocket. </center>
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And finally, we got to watch the movie and it was awesome! and surprisingly most of the guys enjoyed sleeping more than watching the movie. How can they even sleep with the sounds effect being so loud that even my seat was shaking that time? The movie ended at 3am and all the guys went home by cab while we rode Ruby's car home. It was kind of scary ride because I can tell Ruby was really tired. We got home safe in one piece and happy to announce, we didn't get in trouble. because according to IPBA's hostel rules, during fasting month we're allowed to move freely everyday but be home before 4am. So, we were one hour early. Thank goodness huh? </center>
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So that's how our days went. It was an epic day because I knew that I'll get in trouble if my parents found out about this. *stick tounge out* But hey, live while we still can. It's kind of okay to make certain mistakes in our life so that one day we can laugh about it together right? </center>
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Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-81388918534729517762014-07-03T11:16:00.000+08:002016-09-01T16:42:57.718+08:00I'm an IPBA Freshman 2014Assalamualaikum wbt<br />
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Hey guys! anyone missed me? sure you guys are! at least a little right? well enough bout this cause' I got something else to share, so keep your eyes peeled ladies!</div>
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I'm happy to announced that I'm moved to another college last week! I'm not gonna say I'm fuly happy cause' I was really looking forward to permanent-ly stay at CFS IIUM at Petaling Jaya. But Allah planned what's best for me. </div>
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so on 25th June 2014, my parents sent me few kilometres away from my previous college, to IPBA or also known as, Institut Perguruan Bahasa Antarabangsa at Lembah Pantai, Kuala Lumpur. It was really sudden when I got the offer to this campus when I was at CFS IIUM. I remember I cried all night thinking which one is best for me. I asked my parents, then my friends then my parents again LOL. In the end, the next morning after Subuh prayer, I made my choice and here I am! </div>
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You want me to share my expriences here at IPBA? wow I don't know where to begin but the whole orientation was really uptight but in the end it went awesome! The orientation wouldn't be awesome without the JPP of IPBA or also known as Jawatankuasa Program Pelajar. I finally understand why they say <i>don't judge a book by its cover</i> because the JPPs are just somebody that you don't expect to meet elsewhere. I am looking forward of volunteering in JPP one day or soon. </div>
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overall, after a week staying at IPBA, it's been amazing so far. I met great new friends and have the coolest classmates ever! I'll post the pictures of my classmates later cause' right now I really having trouble of organizing my schedule. In the first week of being here and we're already receiving so many assignments that need to be done due tomorrow. chat ya guys later!</div>
Tengku Nurathifi Tengku Amdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15469560094830615173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316115630161769468.post-64055457055007166232014-05-15T22:09:00.003+08:002015-09-16T03:10:13.843+08:00I'm Going To College Soon!Assalamualaikum wbt<br />
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hey everyone, how is it going? lately I've been really depressed, I didn't eat right, I never sit quietly, I never stop crying. But the positive side of me was, I never stop working out cause' that was the only was for me to let go my negative thinking. Ad I gotta say, I saw improvement on my body and I never feel so healthy :)<br />
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So yeah, as a kid who's about to get into college soon, I am pretty excited. I'm gladly to announce that I've been offered to IIUM, International Islamic University Malaysia, for Foundation of English. Well, actually my first choice was UITM for Foundation of TEASL , but I'm pretty grateful of what I already received. It was also kind of sad to see some of my friends weren't chosen to any universities that they applied to. oh yeah almost forgot, even before I even sat my foot into university, I've met so many new friends who's going to the same place on Twitter. I never feel so excited to go studying again after six months leaving my books at the dusty corner, hahaha. And the best part is, I'l be experiencing, driving my OWN car to college! this is the adventure that I've been waiting for! But first things first, I have to study abit for the EPT aka English Placement Test, so I can be in Band Six at college. So, on 7th June 2014, I'll be on my way to Petaling Jaya to register myself of becoming an official college student in IIUM. Pray me all the best guys!<br />
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Okay that's it guys. Hope you guys are excited to be reading more of my posts after I got into college. I'll be sharing my full experience at college so, who knows, maybe it'll be helpful for some new freshmans soon. toodles!<br />
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