Facebook 'like' button gone wrong

i gonna continue my rants here. Since i kinda annoyed seeing points i brought up in facebook being liked when im expecting a discussion or conversation.

Facebook supposed to be a social hub, currently it is more of pinboard or art exhibition. Where people come and say "i like it!" and done.

At times when people were announcing something bad "my cat is missing" or "my cactus just died" some of morons did clicked the 'like' button. I know like can be seen as 'noted' or 'i support u'

People nowadays are all politicians (including me), we play safe and avoid two way conversation. We just want people to 'listen listen listen' but no arguing, no objections. Well i can see that is totally healthy, we don't want to see emo statuses on facebook as well, right? But in a way,we are avoiding conversations. And conversations are necessary in resolving conflicts. No wonder nowadays i see more and more people just put up emo statuses toward each other. (and here i am, eating popcorn enjoying the scene)

For example, below are facebook statuses of Ali and Abu after they 'selisih bahu' over a thing.

Ali's : "Biarlah orang salah faham dengan kita, tapi kita cool, Allah knows. :')"
Abu's : "Susahnya orang perasan good-good ni. Positif manjang, sampaikan buat salah pun tak reti-reti nak sedar."

Halo? Ali and Abu kalau nak bergaduh berdepan boleh tak? kalau konon malas nak gaduh, tak usah letak di status facebook kasi satu dunia tahu. Mengadu dengan orang sebelah sudah.
(nota:sila baca dengan nada calm, penulis senang terpengaruh dengan gaya bahasa blog yang dia baru khatam)

I remember reading a blog, (kak senduk's i think), he said that when u were asking opinion like "did anybody knows who sells blueberry crepe around here?" and what he received, just likes.

Imagine going out of the street
"pakcik tahu tak mana masjid terdekat"

and the pakcik smiles and say "LIKE!"

We can understand why being on Facebook might inspire one to try and turn the conversation to more serious matters. A global network fueled entirely by users' self-absorption and their desire to pretend to be farmers can't help but make you want to throw out a few reality checks. But when you're battling for attention against an endless stream of cat videos and "Me and my girlfriends doing body shots" photo albums, no one's going to click like on your attempt to elevate people's minds. If you're lucky, your words will fall on deaf ears.  credit

*dont take this seriously, this is a rant. I dont direct this to anybody and of course, im a 'liker' too.
* i got annoyed reading posts with crappy english, and now i am doing exactly the same.oh well..

Pergi Tak Kembali

"dan apabila tempoh mereka datang, mereka tidak akan mengundurkannya sesaat, dan tidak juga mendahulukannya." 16:61

Raya tahun ni, pasti tak sama dengan raya tahun-tahun sebelumnya.

Selalu rutin pagi raya saya dimulakan dirumah, solat raya di masjid jika tak uzur dan terus ke rumah tok belah abah yang selang beberapa biji rumah saja dari masjid. Usai bersalaman, ada sesi tangkap gambar. Sekejap saja, keluarga kami tak berapa gemar bergambar, walau golongan muda beria-ia mengusung dslr ke sana ke mari. Layan tetamu, berkunjung ke saudara mara sekampung. Salam, makan, minta maaf. kalau dulu, kutip duit raya. Kalau sekarang, menjawab pertanyaan cepumas macam

"bila nak habis belajar?"
"nak jadi dokor di mana?"
"dah ada boyfriend?"
"'kawan' orang mana? doktor juga?"

dan lain-lain. Kemudian usai zohor, berangkat pula ke Felda Bukit Tembaga untuk beraya rumah sebelah mak. Sama juga, bersalaman, Ke dapur, makan. Aktiviti berziarah, kurang sebab saya kurang kenal orang kampung sini. Tunggu saudara mara bertandang sendiri. Malam, layan sepupu kecil-kecil main mercun Belah mak meriah, lebih 15 orang cucu kalau sekaligus balik. Tapi zaman berubah, kalau dulu kita main tanah dan lumpur, beraya seharian kumpul duit, mereka main PS dan laptop dalam rumah. T_T

Rasanya dah lebih 3 bulan tok kembali kepadaNya, kalau waktu arwah sihat, dia sibuk memasak untuk anak cucu. Favourite saya, gulai ikan temenung dengan roti arab, roti jala arwah. Kalut dia, nak jamu cucu dia makan. Kalau sembelih itik, ayam, dia paling bising suruh telefon anak-anak balik makan gulai.

Sebelum tok, adik arwah yang selalu balik beraya menetap di rumah tok pergi meninggalkan kami. Dalam kesibukan berulang alik ke hospital kerana tok yang uzur dengan sakit buah pinggang, dikejutkan arwah Tam chah masuk hospital, radang paru-paru.  Tam chah selalu ligat di dapur goreng mee, kalau dia ke villa kami di Padang terap, saya tak payah susah melayan. Dia sendiri masak. Arwah selalu berhubung dengan mama, bercerita dan berkongsi. Arwah suka dan fancy dengan ubat supplement selalu berkongsi dengan kami khasiat dan kebaikan supplementnya. Suara kecoh riuhnya di dapur kini hanya tinggal memori.

8 Ogos, 19 Ramadan, Allah duga kami sekali lagi, Pak Ndak adik mama pula dijemput Ilahi sebab kemalangan.. Pak Ndak yang saya kenal, selalu tersengih, spontan kelakar orangnya. Selalu hari raya dia akan angkut anak-anaknya yang masih kecil dan ramai ke rumah tok. meriahlah sekejap. Dengar suara budak-budak bermain, bergaduh, bersembang entah apa topiknya. Kali ni, entah macam mana.

Moga Allah ampunkan dosa-dosa mereka, rahmati mereka, kasihani mereka dan moga Allah ampunkan dosa-dosa kami, rahmati kami dan kasihani kami, dan temukan kami dalam syurga abadi kelak.


Baginda Rasulullah kekasih Allah, sepanjang hidupnya orang-orang yang baginda sayang satu persatu pergi meninggalkanya.  Subhanallah, apa junjungan kita kata?

“Mata ini boleh menangis, hati ini boleh berduka. Tapi kita tidak mengucapkan kecuali apa yang diredhai Allah” ucap baginda Rasulullah atas pemergian puteranya Ibrahim.

 
*Apa yang kita miliki, hanya sementara. Isi keluarga, ibu bapa, atuk nenek, nyawa kita sendiri, semua pinjaman dan nikmat dari Allah semata-mata. Nikmatnya entah per berapa dari nikmatNya yang banyak sangat. Kalau kita tak letakkan kasih sayang kita yang nombor 1 kepadaNya, Allah tarik nikmat yang kita sayang sangat tu, mahu kita jadi gila.


** Dan kau pula mahu jadi lemah kerana cinta manusia?

Rants : Stop Complaining, Find A Resolution

I've started a bussiness, selling 50/60 inches hijab online. And I get my stock from Jalan TAR.
before I started by bussiness, i've calculated much, the pro and cons and the limitations.

The BIGGEST limitation im facing here is I DONT HAVE PROPER TRANSPORT.

By proper, i do not restrict transport to cars only, bus and taxi also included.

taxi, it can surely reach jalan tar by fare barely rm20 provided traffic is fine. if not, i'll losing profit just by sitting in the taxi.

by bus, i regret that rapid is not that accesible in Selayang. Or it might be that i've not learn about bus route much. I do love how things are in Shah Alam where I can be totally independent. I can go to KL by myself,by cab train and bus. I can walk my muscles out to seksyen 9 without hassle. Some girls just hate walking, and sun ( no offense, people). Fortunately im not a beauty queen, im a village girl with avarage ( of below avarage look) so I dont give a damn about how sun may affect my skin and how sweating may make me look err uninteresting. ok skip that babbling part, that is a self-mutilation for self-motivation.

I dont fancy asking people around for favour. I HATE being dependent to others as I myself not that fancy of people being dependent on me. But thats not applicable to family members, I JUST LOVE being dependent to them. That makes me feel that i have somebody to rely on even when the world is falling apart.

I think the worst time in life is around my age. You are not that young to ask all things from your parents, and in the same time you are not that capable to do so on your own.

As for me, if i've been saving a lot i'll buy myself a car. But I cant, first is im a broke, i cant even manage my own money. I think i've keep them somewhere in the bank, at the counter of supermarket somewhere. Or I think i've invested too much on comics and books. (well i dont regret that) Second is I dont master driving skills just yet.

The downside part of being a GIRL is that you cant do this and cant do that because of safety reason.

Like today I showed my dad the route i've taken to 99 speedmart, which is just near my college. And he asked if I usually went there alone.

i said, nope. usually 2.
He forbids me from going there, walking but .

"IT IS OKAY IF YOU GO THERE BY CAR, NOT BY WALKING" not intended to raise attention for self pity (or buat kesian), i reply slowly, well not all things sold just by the road. You've to go here and there a bit to complete your shopping list. Eg-like buying catfood.

I do want a great coffee sold in Giant Batu Caves, sometimes I want to buy whole chicken for a cheap price  so I can have my atkin's meat stock for 4-5 days. I want to go to IKEA to hang out, eat meatballs and Daim cake in the weekends, went to spree in Daiso in the curve or OU, go to watch a movie when its out. Well yes, i am aware that you have to separate the needs from the greed.


"ITS NOT WORTH IT, TO BE KILLED FOR 50 cent, 50 ringgit. It is just not worth it." Abah replied . I sensed worry in him. I smiled in vain, in pain. What can I do? I hate that too, how neighbourhood can become a corpse-dumping ground nowadays? When im  a kid i can ride a bike whenever i want, to the paddy field, deep in the 'kebun getah', near hutan buluh with nothing to worry.

"A 22 years old lady just found to be chopped to 8 parts, and dumped to a river near One Selayang today. The motive however unclear, but her purse was missing, and there was catfood found near the river bank." LOL

I dont have a car and I cant drive well, I live FAR AWAY from dad, and I dont have a husband.

so either 1 from the 3, please grant me at least one.





*pardon my grammar, i dont bother to correct it now, maybe sometime later, someday.

Personal rants : Motherhood

This time around i've been wondering a lot what if one day i become a mother?
I even imagining what if one day I've come back from class and there is a baby on my bed. OMG
















Can I still behave as usual, the bujang version of me?
I bet not.


Responsibility changes people. thanks goodness!


I remember the conversation i've had with mum last night, how im bit different when abi was with me, and when he is not.
And also the phrases people usually utter when it comes to lazy anak dara "kahwinkan dia aja, taulah dia rajin lepas tu." LOL

Ok back to main idea.

i've read Dr farnaza blog, my lecturer in PCM posting, and she portrayed parenthood in a very good and realistic way. I do say, WONDERFUL.

How kids make parent lose temper (aha! sorry ma and abah), and how to cope with them. How they are learning and their perception towards surrounding..How parents might imposed their beliefs/worries in their kids resulting in insecurity. In many ways i was touched to deep. There are ups and downs in everything, even in parenting.

At one time she wrote about after prayer she'll sit with her son, and ask him to recite short surah from the quran, and she discussed the meaning of the surah with her son. I was amazed....

And ashamed of myself.

If i dont have the knowledge of tajwid and little bit about hadith and quran,regarding its meaning, what is the story behind it, all the basic stuffs, how im gonna teach my kids?

then i have to depend to my spouse. What if both of us are noobs? Luckily, there is never too late or too early in learning something. unless you have deadline, EXAM, wait, can death be a deadline too? T_Tok let me end things here.

p/s -cuteness!

The Family

 

the family

 

the anak and mak bapak 

the cucu and cicit

reminder for me, i need to take more nostalgic pictures, so the future generation will have the chance to see their ancestors. Better start with tok wan's house. ^_^

I have the dream, not the attitude.

I have the dream, not the attitude.

I remember last week, when i went shopping with my dad, lil bro and lil sis at Pekan Rabu,
i've met a boy.

From his figure i guess he is a teenager.
His sclera was jaundiced, and there was prominent frontal bossing.
Great marking for a child with thalassemia.
I was astounded, as even i wards i seldom missed thalassemia patients.
Now i've one in public, if the time and place are convenient enough, for sure i'll talk and chit chat with him.

If u had seen the commercial on tv (which channel im not sure), a thalassemia patient need to do blood transplants, which the duration of each sessions is determined by the severity.
If severe enough, we might also palpate the liver and spleen, which will not be in normal people like most of us.


gambar ihsan google

So, i keep telling myself, dreaming alone, will never be enough.
I need the attitude, tho. I might not care much to be the best, but al least, i should try the best.

If u ask me, why i have chosen this path,
i will answer,
it is there in me, since forever.
The more i know, the more anxious I'll be.
The more i know, the more observant I'll be,
The more i know, the more the feeling of wanting to help l've felt.

all i need is the attitude.


O'Allah, grant me things that i needed, let em be in my heart, and let me be strong to perform and fulfill em, and do not let me be far from your path. Amin

Its about Din Again.

Assalamualaikum...

Lately im keeping this blog as my 'diary hati'. Please bother with me bit more as i plan to write more about
knowledge rather than thoughts after this. Perhaps.
( for me, thoughts are knowledge too, but we have to carefully choose which is which)

if you read my blog, you might know who Din is..
For now he is Din, and i like that name because it is simple, and how it is close to Deen.
I pray to Allah, give me a husband who can show me the Deen, rather than a lover lead me for nothing.

Its Din and Din and Din.

I asked too much i think.
I asked for a man who people might tell me
"Its ridiculous! A man such that kind wont exist. It'll be in your imagination forever."
Then i keep telling myself this
"If that man exists, he wont choose you. Why choose from the likes of you where he has plenty of other which are better?"

Then we understand, that is why Allah is the one who chooses for us. Right?


Nite all.
Fever is going down, Feel all better. new symptoms, vomiting, nausea, and abdominal pain.
Alhamdulillah.

Bila Mama Approve Skill Saya

Assalamualaikum..

Mama saya unik. Hee
Seingat saya dia jarang memuji anak-anaknya. Jarang memuji secara berdepan, maksud saya.
Macam "cantiknya lukisan adik" atau "comelnya hari ni?"

Semalam, bila saya bagitau mama yang kali ni, saya berpeluang berpuasa seminggu di rumah. Reaksi mama :

"Alamak mama dah pesan kuih banyak tahun ni!"
Saya pelik, kenapa kalau saya balik tak boleh pesan banyak. Sayakan hantu kuih?

Saya tanya kenapa? Mama kata,


 "Yalah, kalau kakak balik bolehlah buat kuih raya!" Terus saya senyum sampai telinga.

Rupanya mama approve kuih raya yang saya buat!
memanglah rupanya hodoh sikit.
Senget, tak sama saiz, hangit terlebih.  Selalu saya memang tak akan hidang. Malu.
Masalah besar saya bila memasak rupanya langsung tak boleh masuk market.
Tapi selalu mama akan paksa saya hidang. Nak jugak kasi kawan dia tau, anak dara dia ni bukan tahu baca buku aja.


Kata adik, "Rasa sedap, rupanya alahai..." haha

Saya mula minat buat kuih, biskut dan roti agaknya sejak sekolah. Cuma lepas matrik betul-betul saya buat.
Saya beli buku resepi. Kata mama, bukan boleh pakai sangat resepi dalam buku. Sukatan tak betul.
Dan dalam 5 buah buku yang saya ada, (dari mini size, free dari cornflakes, abah belikan),
ada sebuah buku yang jarang menjadi kalau saya buat.
Akhirnya kena alter sikit resepinya.
Jenis mama saya, kalau mintak di ajar, dia tak akan ajar.
Katanya dia tak reti. padahal dulu dialah yang sebenarnya inspirasi minat saya.
Kecil-kecil saya tolong golekkan doh dalam cornflakes, cukup seronok dapat tolong. kadang-kadang ke rumah jiran,
sebab nak tengok Cik Na saya bakar kuih. (dan rasa sekali. hehe tak puasa)

Bila satu ketika saya asyik 'buka kedai' , mama sudi sponsor sebuah oven untuk saya. betapa seronok.
terus shopping barang . Jauh di bandar (lebih kurang 1 jam 45 minit dari Kuala Nerang nak ke Alor Star)

Itulah, mama tak perlu direct cakap, saya tahu. Sayakan anak dia. Diakan mama saya.
ada sesetengah perkara memang mama tak perlu cakap, saya akan faham sendiri.
Ada ketika, saya harap saya lebih kuat dari mama untuk sokong dia dari belakang.
Kalau saya tak kuat, dia akan rebah bersama saya.

 ok yang cantik itu mama. yang sememeh tu anak dia. 

(semasa tengah kurus sikit, skang cam kena pam)

Kesimpulannya. Saya sayang my mama. Hoyeh!