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Take only memories, leave only footprints

Peace be upon you.

It has been a long time since I updated my blog. I was busy. I wanted to say “busy doing unproductive thing” like I used to but no. There were so many things happened to me, crossed so many things on my bucket list, traveled to so many places and I met new people along the way and it is not even the end of the year yet. Alhamdu’lillah.

I feel so blessed. This semester, I went so many new places, cities and get to meet new people compared to the past 2 semesters. Can you believe that?

I made some new friends from University Malaysia Kelatan and they are awesome. Furthermore, in just 3 months I had the opportunity to go to Terengganu, Pahang, Kuala Lumpur and Selangor! I still haven’t go to Kedah and Penang but let’s save the best for last. (Mau beli baju kurung Kedah dulu pastu selfie selfie tengah sawah padi.) However, the bad news is 2 days and sometimes 3 is never enough for each states. I want more time so I can go sightseeing and it would be wonderful if I went there for the sake of traveling and not for a test or anything. But oh well, wherever you go, go with all your heart and of course, there’s a good news. The good news is I have another 9 more states and 1 federal territory to go before I can cross my bucket list No. 27. Hewhew.

And then, Baamm! Bucket list NO. 28 – Be a member of Silat Cekak with a certificate (I don’t know what is Ahli Tamat in English. LOL)

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Front row: Saiful, Kak Syafiqah, Kak Qilah, Kak Simah, Kak Mida. 2nd row from left: Harith, Bidi, Shah, Abu, Yaya, Me, Kak Aisha, Azreena, Fiina, Kak Lin.

Not yet but almost.

19 November 2015, Night (or is it early morning)

I was thrilled, excited, fired up, tense, anxious, worried, restless and all of them at once. I said I was okay and I’m feeling fine when people asked if I was nervous for the Silat Cekak test. I lied. Well, technically, I was not nervous. Maybe I was high but I can guarantee you that I was not okay. I was not fine at all.

I was crying. For god sake, I’m such a cry baby. Please, someone help slap the hell out of me when I start to cry again. I was crying in the bus, it was dark and I was sitting alone and everyone was fast asleep so maybe that’s why I was feeling a little bit emotional. Damn it, Syerroro, you are such a drama queen.

I cried because I just couldn’t believe that I did it. It was hard. It was so hard and challenging for me. I thought of giving up so many times but I still continued. I didn’t give up when the rest left. I was so proud of myself. 

I’m 86 lbs and 5’1 and I suck but why not? I mean, WHY THE FUCKING NOT?

See, I’m getting emotional again. It was not something to be proud of but to me this is huge. I’m not this kind of girl who punches and kicks people and get slap, punches, pushes, reverse kick, all type of kicks without any reasons. I’m weak. Physically and emotionally. 

The training before the big test was harsh. 4 days straight every week. Bruises, blood, black and blue mark here and there but all is good. All is well. I survive and if I could do it all over again, I would. (Yekee ni?) Okay, maybe not but I miss training with just the 15 of us. It would be never be the same again and it’s true that you never miss what you had, ’till it’s gone and sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Thank you. Thank you for the tears, laughs and smiles.

20 November 2015, around 10:20 PM

If you suck at it, you might just as well enjoy it.

Before the test;

I was jumpy. I just couldn’t wait for them to call my name. “Let’s just get over it fast!” I want all of it to end quickly. My heart beat went dupdapdupdap like seriously dupdapdupdap. My heart was thumping fast. I was eager and impatient because all of this stress I had for almost 1 month of training was going to be over soon.

During;

“Syerr, do it faster.” “Syerr, punch harder.” “Syerr, you can do it but do it faster.” “Syerr, faster. Faster.” And that was the only thing I could remember and I showed him my “Tolonglah terima saya seadanya/Please accept me the way I am” kind of look. The head judge kept calling my name over and over again and I never despise my name but I felt like changing my name after the test.

After;

Hell, I was happy and shaking. I walk quickly to find my other teammates and I was so glad when I saw their faces, the faces that know. I called their name with my high pitched voice, smile from ear to ear like I just saw them for the first time after a very long separation. Again, drama queen. But that’s just how glad I am. I felt lost and so relieved when I heard people calling my name and then I saw them sitting together waiting the rest of us to finish. They are just.. love. Thank you.

I tried, I did my best and sometimes, that is enough but it’s still not over. I still have my theory test this 2nd of December at 9PM. LOL.

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Ahli Silat Cekak Cawangan Kelantan at Persatuan Seni Silat Cekak Malaysia, Kelas Latihan Shah Alam

Wish me luck and fare thee well.

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Never In My Wildest Dreams

I was known to be that one friend who always sit and just watch other people playing hand ball, foot ball and whatever during PE class since high school. I hate sweating, exercising and just simply moving! I mean, why do you need to move around when you can just sit and lay down?

During high school, I have a group of friends that I always hang out with and all of them join and practice Taekwando and they were really obsessed with it until now. I just can’t understand. Every time after their training or tournaments, they would showed me they bruises and injuries and that’s actually one of the reasons why I hate sports (and can’t ride a bicycle until now.)

YOU WILL GET INJURED!

Some even have a scar or permanent injury because of the tournaments. You guys need to love yourselves more! Haha.

I’m not scare of blood or whatever, I just don’t like hurting myself. Falling down and get kick for no reason is just a no-no to me. I even hate spicy food because IT HURTS. It hurts your tongue and my face will get red (my face get red easily actually).

Besides, I don’t have any talent in sports. I can not run really fast and I don’t have enough stamina or energy. Awkward turtle.

Well, I do feel jealous when my friends won medals or get certificates especially for sports tournaments because I know I would never get one but the future is uncertain and that’s the beauty of it.

And guess what?

Never in my wildest dream did I think I would join martial art club and actually won gold medal! I mean, what?!!

The first person from right.

MARTIAL ART TOURNAMENT. USMkk Group C. (The first person from the right.)

Back row on the left.

MARTIAL ART TOURNAMENT. USMkk Group C with Kak Billah. (Back row on the left.)

Look at that face, acting cute and stuff. My first gold medal. I’m so proud of myself. Haha. Good job, dear self! *Pat myself on the back*

I don’t have any special or fancy reasons when I decided to join *Silat Cekak like other people. “I want to learn to defend myself when in danger”, “I’ve always wanted to learn martial art.” or “I love to try new things.” bla bla bla because I just want the 6 units for Curriculum so I can graduate.

Again, the future is uncertain. I enjoyed it. The members were so nice and they really practice the Malay’s tradition.

Good manners and keeping with the adat. Even the moves were taken from Salat (Muslim prayers).

The classes were fun even though some of the move or we call it ‘buah‘ were kind of hard to do and hurt you. It felt really great when you do it right and felt like you have accomplished something huge. Haha. The first level, **Peringkat Asas was okay, I guess and I think I did great during the test. I’m currently in **Peringkat Jatuh and it’s really killing me BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.

You don’t really going to understand or know something until you experiences it yourself and I think I know why my friends were so obsessed with Taekwando. Even though Taekwando and Silat Cekak is really different, I get the feeling. Haha ūüėÄ

*Malay’s martial art.
** Both are the 1st of the 3 stages in Silat Cekak.

Socialite but at the same time, anti-social

The plan was to meet a friend from another university at Georgetown, Penang on the mid-term break but, sadly, it was cancel at the last minute. How disappointing! But on the bright side, I have 1 week to read all the books published by Fixi that I have always wanted and I can have the room all by myself. Eh? What a loser.

So yeah, I don’t have any plans for this 1 whole week (yet), all alone since all my roommates went¬†back to their hometown and I’m writing this because I’m bored. Boredom kills and I don’t want to die yet. I’m still using Samsung and not an iPhone.¬†JK.

One of my seniors ask¬†me to join this one activity with her for the mid-term break but Sodium Hydrogen.¬†There’s actually a lot of activities I can join during this break but my lazy ass just doesn’t want to move. (I’m so proud of you, dear self.)

I said yes at first to her but then cancel at the last minute by giving lame excuses (but she still bought it. Err, I think so.) because Azsyerrah is just being herself, an introvert and prefer to be alone in her room reading books and of course, she would rather be playing with evil cats on the street and get scratches by the furry demons on her already homely face than socializing with people.

Especially, with people who she can’t be herself.

It was a 1 week program and I was like already tired just thinking about it. I mean it is a mid-term break, a BREAK¬†for god’s sake! A break for everything. I have enough of pretending to like people for about, I don’t know, a month and a half, maybe?

I’m so beat. I do nothing but I’m dead on my feet.

However, I’m not THAT standoffish that you think I am. I can be a socialite (If I’m famous for no reasons, my reality TV show would probably beat KUWTK. Hey, a girl can dream!), I just need to find someone who I can socialize with. The right one and not just anybody. Haha.

By the way, where the hell is my travel buddy? I may not look like a fun person but I can be cool sometimes, you know. We have 4 years to wander. Hurry up and show yourself.

“Masih mencari yang satu cephalic.” -September 22, 2014 at 7:53pm.

Adieu.

Maybe It’s Just Me

I guess they were not so bad after all. –Out of Place.

Yes, they are not so bad at all. Instead, they are really buddy-buddy. Extra friendly.

All of them seems like they have known each other since forever.

It’s just me.

Anti-social? It’s not that, it’s just that the memories I had during my Matriculation year with my classmates were so precious. I don’t want them to be replaced or forgotten and this made me kind of hard to accept new people in my life. Silly me.

I consider my coursemates¬†to be a “temporary people” and I don’t know why¬†even though¬†I’m going to spent my 4 years with them.

Excuse after excuse. Gawd, I’m so good at pushing people away.

And damn, I miss my comrades, Jujul and Rus, How I wish you guys were with me, sitting with me in the back row, seeing Rus going to dream land during lectures and¬†laughing at¬†Jujul’s silly jokes. Matriculation year was fun and game. I’m glad I met them, all of them and I wonder if we’ll ever cross paths again. (Undoubtedly and unquestionably, I need to stop being so sentimental every time I want to write¬†something.)

Moving on..

The seniors here were really nice and helpful. They gave me a lot of their old notes and lend me their Anatomy and Physiology books. I’m really thankful and relieved. They really made my student life easier than what I had imagine. Haha.

Furthermore, I’m from Sabah so some people¬†tried to speak Sabahan¬†(major failure) with me but instead they speak Indonesian¬†and some even thought that I’m from Indonesia. Haha. I’m not mad at all.¬†I find it rather funny. ūüėÄ

Some even find my dialect really charming. I guess I like being Sabahan living in Peninsular. Haha.

330 words, I guess that’s enough for today’s entry.

Au revoir, my silent reader and keep reading, my blog has nothing.

Out of Place

Week 1 – 1532 KM from loved one.

I cried. Of course, I cried. I cried a river when I had to live without my family for the first time¬†even though Labuan from Beaufort was not that far away. I can just come home every weekend if I want to. Haha. I’m such a cry baby.

In spite¬†of that, I think I adapted faster in Kelantan compared to when I’m in Labuan. Maybe¬†because it was already my second time I had to live without my family.¬†Beside,¬†I have too.¬†I shed tears but not as much as the first time. Haha.

I’m still new with all of this stuff. Living alone, far away from my family and friends.¬†I miss Sabah. I miss my home, family, cats, friends and lecturers from Matriculation. I miss all of them.

My Sarawakian and Sabahan friends from Matriculation Labuan, they were the best. I had a wonderful time during our 1 year together. How I wish the time we spent with each other were a little bit longer.

See also: Batch 2013/2014

I guess a new journey has just begun. New friends. New environment. Everything is new and I’m all alone.

My first impression of Kelantan? Hmm, how do I begin? Well, I have¬†seen better. I’m not being biased but seriously, the mall, building, airport, roads, public facilities in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah is much better that in Kota Bharu, Kelantan.

My new classmates, well, I need more time to get to know them better and my roomy, I would probably hate you a little less if you are not so noisy and annoying. (Haha. Statement membunuh.)

However, I managed to keep my body and soul together and survived the orientation week. Tomorrow is the first day of class. Azsyerrah, fighting!

Wish me good luck and fare thee well.


UPDATED: Went to Pimpin Siswa (camping) for 3 days and 2 night, rode the same bus for an hour from Kubang Krian, Kelantan to Besut, Trengganu and slept in the same tent with some of my classmates, I guess they were not so bad after all. Heh? And I met 2 handsome seniors! Bonus.

Batch 2013/2014

A year had passed since I started studying in Labuan Matriculation College (LMC). I am now an Ex student of LMC and I made so many memories. I cried. Hari pertama menjejakkan kaki dan hari terakhir, yes, I cried. The only differences was I had someone to hold and hug me during my last day in LMC. Why do I feel like we have known each other for so long when we only know each other existence last year? It felt really nice to know you guys, Sabahan and Sarawakian. My favorite would be Si Roommate – Ash, Si Pilai – Ruszaimi & si Iban – Julius. Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I can be a pain in the ass but sometimes I can be nice too, right? Right?

‚ÄúAndartu‚ÄĚ ‚ÄúQueen control‚ÄĚ

Well, I still love you guys. Haha.  Deritaku Bahagiamu by Hafiz AF. I will never forget that song. The song that make us friends. Eww poyo.

And not to forget, Oliver, thanks for making Physics look so easy and Azuereen, why am I the only one who get excited when I saw you and you were like blah and just laugh like crazy? Haha.

BP3T11

Meet my new friends. All the way from Kapit to Semporna. The Genius, the Robot freak, the Clumsy, the Weirdo, the Class Clown.. Ahhh It was an honor to know and be your classmate even for a year.

Regrets? Except not studying hard enough? Well, not be able to learn photography under Sir Syed. In LMC, I had known so many awesome people and Sir Syed Nasir was one of them. Dia dengan Kamera dengan Tonka dengan Ground bla bla Vehicle.. I don’t even know . Hashtag Respect. Hahaha. He taught me a lot of stuff even thought belajar dengan dia kejap. Lol. Apahal kejap BM kejap BI. Choii. But seriously, even though I had known him for only a short time, he is  very talented and everyone agrees. Again, hashtag respect. Bahaha. He is also very scary. Kecut perut bila fikir balik.

Miss Choo, thank you for everything. There are no words to say how much I appreciated everything you do for us. Really, thank you, mentor.

BP3T11, stay awesome. Hope to see all of you someday. Till then, jaga diri :’)