Yes, Im human too...

This early morning, I've read an online article about how 3 girls of the same religion approached each other.

I personally considered myself as a stone heart-ed woman. I hardly care what others thought about me, and seldom take notice of those minor selfish happenings around me. But when i read this article, it made me reminisce the times before i wore my hijab.

The story of the article took place in a local college in Malaysia (obviously, because the scenario is familiar to a Malay environment). A young hijabless woman wanted to perform her prayers in a surau, but she accidently forgotten her telekung. She asked another young woman (who looks like she's done her prayer) if she can borrow her telekung for awhile. Instead of lending the hijabless woman, she dissed her so bad about her not wearing a hijab. She gotten so angry but she said nothing, until approached another well hijab-ed woman. Apologetically, she overheard the disses and scolded the mean woman for being rude and disrespectful towards another sister of the same religion. Egotistically, the mean hijab woman kept on saying that the hijabless woman is a disgrace to the religion and she doesn't belong in the surau. The nice woman reminded her that, even in hijab is worthless if their character (akhlak) is bad. The mean woman went away resentfully. The nice woman lend her telekung to the hijabless woman, and they prayed together. After their prayers, the hijabless woman thanked the woman who saved her, and the nice woman praised her thoughtfulness. The hijabless said she wasn't worth the praise as she is sinful towards Allah for not covering up. The nice woman said,

"The soul is much more beautiful if its protected. I understand that we need time to change, but bear in mind, that time doesn't wait for us."

This simple story almost brought tears to me. Why? Because it really happens.

I was one of the women who was often dissed and shun away by this community of hijabis. I dare to say that they are so pretentious, they stopped and was friendly as soon as they knew my celebrity parents. How 'nice'.

These narrow minded people are one of the reason i stay a low profile during my years of studying. One minute they hate you, talk behind your back, next minute, they want to be your best friend. fakers! Me, just being who i am, don't really take notice of what they had to say about me, but what's annoying is when they hover around, being close to me like flies afterwards.

No. I don't hold any grudge upon them, but knowing how these community works, they're giving muslimah a bad name, and i'm ashamed of it. That's why i had this ideology of, why should i wear hijab when looking like them is making me like one of them? Of course, that's wrong to think like that, and i admit i wasn't mature about it. Wearing hijabs or covering our aurah in general is wajib, and has nothing to do with others. We are judged (akhirat) as an individual.

What im trying to say is, there is ALOT of mean hijabis out there that would diss you so bad. But lets not forget about the nice hijabis whom are willing to guide people like me sincerely. People like my best friend, CheQin. Just thinking, how lucky i am to got stuck to my CheQin so early, that these other mean girls doesn't mean a THING!!

As i go along the story, as soon as the nice hijab woman came in the story line, whatever she advised or said, is almost exactly as what CheQin told and taught me throughout our whole friendship. She prayed and advised me nonstop, and never scolded me for being an airhead. I guess, her prayers are semi-answered (along with people who cared to pray for me, like my mom) (its semi-answered because i don't pray as well as i should.. still a big sinner).

To mean and judgmental hijabis, reflect yourself, and your tongue. Approach and don't shun us. And don't be a hypocrite. Nobody likes that. And to all non hijabis, its ok. Find a friend and ask for guidance. Its not that hard when you're doing it with a true friend. And to nice hijabis, help us, and in syaa allah, we too can show you the way towards Allah together. Islam is a Beautiful religion. Let make it happen altogether and maintain brothers and sisters till Jannah. Ameen.

Don't forget the Lotion!

I randomly remembered one funny scene during my e-day (seriously random)...

Topet bought my engagement ring, about a month earlier before the actual date. So i got a bit worried about my finger size (well, actually about my whole body weight).

Afraid that the ring won't fit my finger during the ceremony, my mom advised me to apply lotion on my hands, just to make it a bit slippery (bonus: soft hands.......).

Well, i was so nervous, i immediately forgot the tip!

So, when the ring wearing event took place (i was already nervous), my mom (who was sitting beside me), whispered harshly behind my back,

"Lotion!! I told you to apply lotion!"

OMG!! In that split second, i wanted to scream STOOOPPP!!!

I CANT BEAR THE EMBARRASSMENT!!!








but the ring fits anyway...
i wasn't that fat after all...



LOL! worrywart...

Out of Glass

Dear future hubby,
             You should know by now that I'm a Disney fan.. and now, so you know...

Can you please get me a pair of these? (sparkly eyes)

with Love,

Puteri Nurul

p.s: delusional much, aint I?

Pemimpi 2.0 Photo Memories

Practice The Right Phrases!

Pemimpi 2.0

Over the last weekend, I went to a reunion gathering party held by the Pemimpi people (which are ex students of UiTM Graphic Design, Shah Alam). Though, I'm basically an outcast in the group, but majority of the people are my friends i made along the way from Diploma years to Topet's Degree years. 

I thought that, i left graphic designing a long time ago, and the people there knew each other more than me, i should feel left out of the group somehow. How wrong i was. They are all so welcoming and so much fun. I was announced as Topet's fiancee, but they knew better that i'm more than that to them. I knew them before the event, so things were less awkward. I just go with the flow (and also wouldn't wanna waste the fee that my fiancee paid for me, just to see me bored).

So, as soon as we arrived, we were greeted by the early comers (the event was held in Melaka btw, so we had few separated convoys). There was a small pool there, so as soon as the other boys reached, they hopped in straight away! They were like little rascals in the water. Us women, we were setting up with the kitchen and stuff, and we sure were excited to meet one another, especially my 6 month pregnant bestie!!

Dawn came, and the guys set up the barbecue. The smell of marinated chicken filled the area almost instantly! Oh! And Dya, our very own patisserie, she brought over her famous pavlova, brownies and chocolate fondue fountain, along with everything else sweet! We also had homemade ice cream and watermelons, and I was in charge of tomorrow's sandwiches for breakfast. Feels like summer and camping. Feels like youth. Reliving youth all over again.

We had karaoke sessions, with ALOT of cheering! It doesn't matter if you're singing is bad or good, as long as we all had fun, laughing and singing together. Soon, Topet and Eno hosted a guessing game, where we acted out the words and everybody guess it. It was hilarious! They sure had different actions for different things (like dog, king and tree). True enough, my team lost, and we were punished to sing the UiTM song, but who knew, that it would be so epic, everybody starts joining in and soon, started marching, circling the pool. Its too bad we can't held another game after that since everybody was exhausted from excessive cheering and singing, and being thrown in the pool, LOL.

The rest of the night, we just chilled. There were people who sang karaoke. There were people continued eating. There were people playing mini games among themselves. And there's me, lying on the carpet, outdoors, gazing at the stars and moon, feeling the breeze and singing along to Pijan's guitar tunes. It was heavenly. I was so grateful to attend the event. I was grateful to Eno who had thought of this. Everything was peaceful and nice. Wishing that time would somehow slow down just a little bit for us. Oh well....

Next morning, i woke up to make breakfast, only to witness a massacre scene in the living room! LoL! Its the boys. They sure can sleep just anywhere. Not just that, some of them, still have the energy to go swimming! Or tossing people in the pool! Oh well, they need to shower anyway...

Just before we check out, we had our final group shot (wajib)! I was a bit weary, though. So, as soon as we start convoying in Melaka city, I took a nap. I woke up in the middle of the convoy and they were still discussing where to head for lunch. They even accidentally left Pijan at the gas station all alone! Cruel much! But these are the things that jot the dot in our memories.

After lunch, we head to the desert of Klebang, where we had beautiful photo sessions all together. But it was so hot and dry!! The sand were soft and there's some got into my shoes. So i walked bare footed, but it burns!!! But better than having sand in my shoes though. Just after the scorching heat of the dessert, we had COCONUT SHAKES!! It was so heavenly, i had brain freeze! It was extra tasty when we drink with friends all around. As dusk shadowing the land, we decided to head home.

As we were driving home, we had news that 2 of our friend's car broke down and can't start at all. But since we've gone too far from them, we decided to wait for them at the RnR station. There i took a shower in the public toilet. Even after all that fixing, our friend's car still can't seem to be done. The rest decided to stay and help, and they told us to go ahead home rather than wait for them. Feeling helpless, we head home.

As they all say, in all matters, there's a silver lining. The rest had so much fun hanging out in Melaka still until dawn, and i'm really jealous! We should have turned back, just to see what we can help mentally and be a team about it. pfftt!! And Dya cant seem to get enough about rubbing the fun they had to my face... LOL!! Worse come to worse, they manage to solve their problems, and all is home safely..

I had so much fun writing this post, as i reminisce the good times we had. Reality may be harsh, but being a 'dreamer' makes everything possible. Thank you all for giving me the opportunity to feel energetic and positive! And i wish you all a happy life, until we all meet again soon, for Pemimpi 3.0 perhaps?

p.s: i wasn't invited to Pemimpi 1.0 because i was in Puncak and that was meant for AD students. But now, what the heck! ;p

What did i do?

Was it something i've said?

Was it something i've done?

Was it about me being close to someone?

Was it about that one time i said you were wrong?

I seriously don't get it...

I won't understand if nobody tells me..

Then again... Sigh...

Why has it come to this?