Monday, 18 December 2017

I'm becoming WEAK . Urgh.

I'm no longer the strong woman that I always declared as. Not really sure if it is the 'age-ing' that got me; yeah, surprisingly, people get older very day... or that my perseverance is diminishing. It could be both, I guess there's no in between.

Thing is, I easily get tired. Haih.

Only this morning, I had a class at 8 and was the second in my class to do the presentation (everyone is presenting today- for our pronunciation class) and hence, by 8.20 a.m. I was already free. The class was two hours.
And guess what I did for the rest of the class?

I fell asleep!
I, Anis, freaking fell asleep in the middle of the class! Not a nap, not a forty wink but a deeeeep deeeeep sleep.
Never in my university years, have I ever done that. And I was sitting in the second row of the class, not at the back. God, I can imagine my lecturer judging my attitude during the whole class :(
I woke up after Park has finished his presentation (because of the loud clapping haha) and his name began with P ...
From A to P. Just imagined how long I slept. Goodness.

Not long after the class has ended, I had my brunch, walked home and before I could open my laptop to do my assignment, again, I fell asleep.
I mean, WHO IS THIS WOMAN ?!
Girl why you sleep so much? You no like this before. What's happening?



I wanted to blame the fact that I slept at 4 a.m. last night but then, this is my forth year of degree... When did I ever sleep early?
I used to be able to sleep half an hour a day and last night, I slept more than 2 hours, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT, ANIS?

So yeah, this is kinda a mystery that I can't solve. Is this how lazy people always feel? Not doing anything but too tired to do anything?

It's been a few months now and it annoys me that I also easily get tired with chores. Not the 'I'm bored-with-this' tired but the 'tired' tired.
It usually took me just one morning to get the whole house spotless, bathroom and kitchen included but these days... I just ignored the bugging thoughts in my head that kept on urging me to vacuum or mop; so not ready for the after effects and the ache that my body would receive.
Like last week, after scrubbing the bathroom, I got so exhausted that I had to sleep. I mean, who does that?
Before, if there's no one home, like all of my housemates have classes and I'm alone home, that's the first thing I would do - cleaning. In contrast, these days... I just sit on my bed, too tired to do anything, body aching and sore from I-don't-know-what, head spinning like I just rode a fast carousel and too numb to fight the urge to clean.
And all I could think of is ... am I getting too old?

Seriously,
I really need to find a muse and distract myself. This better ain't getting any worse cause girl gotta get her asses up.
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Wednesday, 1 November 2017

I'm currently sweating and panicking as I just realised that I forgot to include my conclusion in one of my assignments. And that workload contributed 20% in the particular subject.
Been trying to calm down, panicked even more.
I've never submitted unfinished work like that T_T and I put so much effort reading articles and journals to cite them in the essay.

K.
That's it.
This is how my semester is doomed, isn't it ?
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Thursday, 12 October 2017

Shila and her dUCk

As connoted in my blog throughout the years, you can see that I am so blessed in the 'FRIENDS' department. From roommates to classmates, I couldn't be more grateful. God has given me precious gems that I can claim as mine and keep forever. Hoyeah.

Also, if you've been reading this blog waaaay back (some posts might've been deleted tho hehe), you'll also notice that my friends are VERY generous, just name it and I think most of my things are gifts from them haha.

Thus, here's another appreciation post to Shila, who might have initiated my dUCk journey.

Frankly speaking, it has never occurred to me to that my first dUCk scarf is from a friend T_T . Was actually waiting for the right time to secure a job first before I can lavishly spend hundreds on just a scarf. Yes, I do wear scarves haha but to flaunt an expensive one just for my daily walk from house-class and class-house, I don't think I'm gonna be comfortable. Haha. So yeah, "Let's stick to the RM20-50 range for the time being," was what I always comforted myself with :P

Nonetheless, yesterday, as the class ended, Shila gestured us towards her car and took out three paper bags and we went OH SHILAAA! Hahaha. I mean, it's not even my birthday but hey, what's going on in here? One bag for each of us and peeping through the little opening, we saw the familiar purple box. Okay. This can't be right, "Silaaaaa.... What's this for? Why? You don't have to..." and Shila only smiled as she was bombarded with those questions.

We went home, still feeling like we were dreaming. Again, it was not even our birthdays T_T and I am so blessed that my friends always show that they appreciate each other without waiting once a year to do it, be it from their constant texts asking bout the days, showering each other with gifts or even simple things like tagging one another in memes hahaha.

To be honest, this post is not just an appreciation post for what Shila did to us but to all of my friends in general and of course,  they are in the list of things I should be grateful for; hoping that God will keep all of my friendships sincere and long-lasting :) Amin.

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Friday, 29 September 2017

So I made it to the final year!

Seems like only a few months ago when I created this blog after my SPM and now I'm in the final year of my degree. Was a curious kid back then; what kind of roommate will I get, what will I study and so on and so forth.
Five years later, here I am... with so many turns and changes in my life. It's a wonder on how very short period of time can change people so much.

Anyway, we (my classmates and I) thought that this semester would be the most free of all, with less subjects taken this year (we even took extra subjects for fun) but unfortunately, three weeks in, I feel like I can use some help from oxygen tank! Was seriously restless, even my sister and my housemate said, "Kenapa korang busy sangat?" because we rarely saw each other. Only last week, I went to see a lecturer to drop one of the subjects because the schedule was packed. On Mondays, we had class from 8am-10pm. AM to PM. Had to run during the break for prayers and didn't have the time to eat ! And that's only for Monday. Kept coming home during Maghrib hours and night was left for assignment time. Plus, most of our lecturers won't be available for a few weeks next month and I guess those extra classes and extra readings took the souls out of us.

Nonetheless, I woke up every day with excitement to go to those classes. Yes, tiring it might be but the fun of gaining new information overpowered the fatigue. Semantics had been VERY logical but the lecturer made it easy and God how she loves The Big Bang Theory and kept using examples from the series; I just loved it and understood better hahaha.

Learned more about phonology too but quite scared with the upcoming tests and quizzes. With phonology, you might think you answered correctly but be prepared to cry haha.

And my most favourite of all, Malaysian Literature. We studied literature across the globe for the past few years and only learn the literature of our own country in fourth year haha. I thought the class was going to be boring with so many History facts and figures involved but boy, was I wrong. Big time.  The lecturer revealed the truths behind the historical events which were not in the textbooks and I felt bad for my lack of conscience. Should have done more researches and readings on my own country before weighing the rights and the wrongs.
Plus, my tutor is Japanese. He's nice and his explanations on the literature in Malaysia were sooo on point. And he's a feminist too, even more than I am, I think. Haha. We were discussing a short story last week and he asked us to point out the gender discrimination issues from it. I noticed a few but it was not like it's a big deal. It was normal in the society. However, after he pointed out a few words used and the language described, I swear my ears were burning with anger (towards the character) haha. So yeah, can't wait to listen to his analysis in other oeuvres.


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Monday, 4 September 2017

Being short

All this while, growing up as a person with the height below 150 cm, I've always been looked down to, figuratively and literally. I was fine by it, really.
I'm used to people telling me, "Uh, you're short." Geez, thank you for the informative enlightenment 😍 I must've been blinded by the truth of a magical thing called mirror. Hahaha but seriously, I don't mind. At all. Pfftt why should height be a relevant issue anyway.

Plus, technology is growing rapidly, many inventions are launched to help the specials like us. People invented ladder for a reason, okay.
Also, we're living in a civilized world, people's rights are being heard and hence, no one is left behind...or in my case, under.

So yeah, I brushed off those negative jibber jabber and embraced my <150cm tall (nope. Not gonna give you pipol the exact figure) with pride and joy;

By sitting comfortably on the planes,
By curling like a caterpillar on the seat of the bus,
By winning hide and seek ALL THE TIME

In conclusion, the world I'm living in has never been better. I've always loved my height, until
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The lightbulb in our room died.

Since we're only renting, I don't get to bring my special ladder there 😢 and the bulb just decided to burst 😭 while I'm still there. Can't it wait another year. I'm moving out in a few months anyway 😒

At first, I planned to ask Abah to go there and do it for me but now that he's in Mekah for his haji, I have to do it by myself instead.

I totally forgot about the bulb until everyone was talking about the upcoming sem and Mayra asked, "Anis, how's the bulb in your room?" and

Being short is no longer fun, guys

So, any of you wanna come over and get this done ? Anyone tall enough wanting to prove their worth ?

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Sunday, 27 August 2017

I was reading Nurul's blog earlier and it touched my heart on how much struggles she had to endure to control her urge to shop... *shout "Long lost sister!" on top of my lungs

I had been following her on Instagram (Nurulism) for a few years now and I like how she handled her kids. I mean, how does she make her lil kids to like Qur'an hafazan time so much? What sorcery did she use? I remember crying a lot when Mak made me sit for hafazan time 😂😂😂. Haih. I was so mengada back then. She also ensures that her kids would bring their healthy lunch bag every day ( okay this one is like my Mak until I had to leave for boarding school haha).
Well, in another words, I followed her because it amazes me on how she takes care of the adorable Medina, Idris, Yusuf and Kamila.

Anyway, I didn't know she had a blog until Ety pointed a post talking about how she knew her husband in a compilation of love letters. Hmm okayla. Comel la. Haha. Can read it here.
Afterwards, I read her other post and it made me happy knowing that she liked to keep her memories in a blog form too. Some people blog to provide informative insights and some people blog things like tips, recipes and hacks. I however, don't belong to those categories 😂.

 Just like her, blog is a memory to me. I thought it was impossible, with my inconsistencies and all...but seeing someone as inconsistent as I am, I think I'll do just fine haha.
Here's to looking forward to an adventurous future 🍻 and not putting a truckload of hope to this blog 😂
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