Looking back at Sri Ayehsa

My brother asked me last night, "Why don't you go back to Sri Ayesha?"

I smiled at that question and said, "That's a very good question. You know what, the answer will be in my blog."

The idea of writing it didn't came until today when I visited Sri Ayesha. If you guys want to know, Sri Ayesha is a school that I attended to when I was year 4 (4th grade) until year 6 (6th grade). You might as well say that Sri Ayesha had teach me a lot of things but it wasn't enough to mature me. But, I like the school nonetheless.

It was a very quick visit because I only came to pick up my siblings, but you might as well say many things did happened. Sri Ayesha was so different yet still the same. I don't know what's the difference,but I could feel it in my heart. It is so weird to be back to a place that you supposedly belong, but didn't feel the belonging. That's how I feel. A foreigner. You might as well accused me crazy, but I could not deny the feeling of uneasiness and anxiousness. 

Really, I plan my visit to be a happy fun times thing. It will be full of rainbows and unicorns and lush green flowery view, but nope. I felt ridiculous, vulnerable and stupid. So, I asked my best friend's sister to go find my little sister. But before that, I met one of teachers when I was year 4. My BM teacher. She was shocked to see me again and yeah, she asked me a question, "Which school did you go to?" When I answer, I cannot help the feeling of regret. I thought why my school didn't sound so good and professional like MRSM or a boarding school? I met with my sister and when upstairs to find my brother.

My brother is being a complete dick and his friends are also dicks and well, basically all boys are a dick to me except my father. Hey, if it sounds offensive to you, then, I'm sorry, you lousy dicks. I know the girls and boys have separate class in secondary, but I didn't know it's forbidden to go there. I was thinking, that's silly. How I am supposed to get my brother if he was in the other side of the hallway? I was like F you rules I didn't go in this school anymore and let's get this boy and leave. I know it was stupid of me to think of that, but really, I could tell this visit is not going the way I was planning to. 

My brother's friends is being disturbing for not letting me get my brother. Really, I know he is there. He just laugh his head off when I entered the room. They thought they could lie to me, so I could downstairs to find him my brother? Do they think I am stupid? Really, boys, I bet you don't know what are the organelles in a cell.  I strode in there and they visage changed like, "Hey, you cannot come in here!" "She's coming! She's COMING!" "Forbidden, girl, get out." I get my brother but he keep stalling! Talking to his friends like there's no one waiting for him! My little sister was acting like a five year old and I cannot stand when she act like that. Disrupting my progress of getting out of here and you know what happened next? There's this boy just walking past and my sister pointed at him and said, "He's your boyfriend!" I was like damn it. My sister is being embarrassing to me again! I didn't know that guy's name and she just shouted like that! Doesn't she have a thought that I and whoever that guy is have feelings! Really, whoever you, the guy, are, I am truly sorry. I was hoping my unluckiness will end but nope. There's a dick bloody A-hole saw me. 

This guy recognized me in some way and he said, "Huh, you still exist.," and strode away like he didn't have a care for the world. Curses were playing in my head, directing to him. Hey, that guy use this tone of voice that made me want to punch him in his face! You might say I am violence or bad but no! Just no! He have no respect in women! He is being a dick to me and I don't like it! Now, I realized I should be off. I want to be off and away. You know what guy, I am going to apologize you for your....disrespect. But, revenge is bittersweet. I am sorry that I don't your name or recognized you, but if I did, I would have post all around the world that you have no respect to me. 

I cannot believe my little childhood school had become a hell. I wish my visit had become a little bit happy. You know, just a little bit. I didn't even find my friends or anything. I was wondering if they even remember me. I was wondering if the teachers even remember me. I don't know. I was hoping to see all my teachers on that visit, but it didn't went that way. 

My brother's question was the same question that he ask me a long time ago. I was, "Why don't you want to go back to Denver?" My reason will be the same. I really want to go back to Sri Ayesha, but I know I didn't belong there. People there they know each other and I know if I went back they will all like "Fatihah!" and then after a moment or two, they went back to their friends. I know that because it happen to me when I first came back from US and I went to my neighborhood school. They act exactly like that. I don't want to have that feeling again. The feeling of knowing that you know this people but that people is not making themselves know me better. I do have friends in Sri Ayesha but I bet they rather spend more time with their friends rather than me who just somehow disappear from Malaysia for two and half years and somehow reappear again. Anyway, I didn't leave a legacy at Sri Ayesha. I bet no one wants to see my unlegacy face and action in Sri Ayesha. Eri, Wani and Kak Kamalia leave a legacy and you could see it because their face is everywhere in the school. 

Man, I don't get how my brother get along with people so well. Maybe, he is a boy and I am self-pitying myself. Huh, I been self-pitying myself for the whole time in this blog. Anyway, I want to send something to you guys before I leave. Please have a respect towards girls because you might not know that the girl you just tease might kick you in the balls and flip the middle finger at you. Second, don't self-pitying yourself like me. You don't go anywhere if you self-pitying yourself. Really, just think you can do it. But, don't overconfident. Three, you need to learn more about legacy. Legacy is big or small imprint that you left behind and yeah, I am self-pitying myself that I didn't leave a legacy in Sri Ayesha. I am really sure I didn't leave a legacy behind because I didn't do something big. I got average on everything. I bet my teachers were like, "Umm...do you remember this kid who is normal and average every time?" Shucks, all I want to say is be yourself to leave a legacy. You might say "no, it doesn't work" but believe me, I am myself when I was schooling at US and I didn't know I will get that much attention. And yes, I leave a legacy behind there and I hope my friends and teachers will remember me, as the first Malaysian to go to TJ and one of the smartest, kindest, different person they ever know.

Hey, I didn't self-pitying myself in the end. 

Well, I wish you all have a nice wonderful day.

Wish Well Wisher    

A situation that makes most people "Uh...What should I do?"

There's this one situation that happened to me a few days ago. It takes time for me to think about this situation. I went it again and again in my head and I couldn't make sense to it. The situation was like...a message or somewhat. I cannot place it in my mind and it keep whirling around me and so, I talk to my father about it. As I try to get some sleep last night, with my father thoughts echoing around my mind, I thought that this situation was a decent thing to write in my blog today.

It was school at that day and I was sitting down at my desk, reading my textbook while waiting for the teacher to show up. Then, this asshole guy show up at the front of desk. Well, he's lucky that I don't know his name or not I would post his name on here with big bold red letters. Anyway, he asked me what I got for PMR. It is a routine that I do and it's kind of inevitable to not to say, "Oh, I didn't take PMR." Before I could even finish my sentence, he cut off and said, "Hah! You don't take PMR," and stalked off. Most of the time, I would have felt offended or cried because I have a sensitive soul. But, instead, surprisingly, I smiled at myself and said, "Funny."

As I replay that situation again and again, I felt like I should have said something better like "F you in the A and have a nice day," like Markiplier did when he was some of his games or meet some ghosty-goo. But, I rethink again. I might have offend that guy. I don't like breaking hearts, not even a scratch. I know he is a boy and a dick, but offending people was not my thing to do.

So, let's say you in a situation that makes you say this one comment and somehow the person whom you're talking too pulls a sour face. What do you do? Do you just leave it and pretend, "Oh, I didn't see that,"? Or, you'll say your sorry? People in the right minds would have said their sorry, but some people are so clueless in their surroundings that they even know they had offended someone and that's a sin. Well, to me in most part. You have to be aware what's happening around you, so you don't make a silly mistake...or a permanent one.

If you have offended someone, say your sorry. I know the person you just offended will say, "It's okay," but you don't know what he or she thinking at that time, so make your sure your sorry sound genuine or give a reason why you made that comment. Really, "sorry" is powerful because "sorry" doesn't mean "Oh, yeah I offended you sorry, won't happen again." I know it means like that, but it has MORE meaning. "Sorry" it's a way of rebuilding the relationship or connection between you and the other person. Okay, let's say your is a picket fence and you some guy. You had offended someone. It will looks like you had destroyed the picket fence. When you say your sorry, it will looks like that you are rebuilding the fence back. Something like that.

Okay, let's say you end up in this situation like me only worse. People bully you and someone make some stupid crappy jokes about you. The first thing you have to keep in mind was not to use violence. Violence doesn't answer everything. Of course, you have to stand up for yourself, but really don't punch the person in the face. It will make you end up in the principal office or jail. You have to use something funny to ward off those stupid jokes. Say something funny or something reassuring that makes the bully think, "Aw, this is not fun." Okay, let's say you are not some guy who makes jokes. It is best to tell an adult or a reassuring friend about this problem, so both you and the person you consult with find the solution of the problem. Remember don't put a problem at the back in your mind. Solve the problem today.

Happy January People!
Happy School year too!
Wish Well Wisher

My Review of 2013

It’s December 31, 2013 and tomorrow or at least at 12 midnight tonight 2014 dawns in our lives. I felt that time flied so fast this year, but I know a lot of things happened and it will all become my cherish memories.

I rarely shared my personal life to anybody and I sometimes hesitate to tell my friends and family what happened and what my feelings are. But, today I felt that I should share to you guys what happened to me in this 2013 year, you know like what google and YouTube did. Looking back into the year, picking out one of the best and memorable events of my 2013 life.

On January 2013, when the state I was living in US, was filled with snow, the second term of my high school started. One thing that I remember the most at that time frame was that instead I have JROTC as an elective, I have art. I love art. You could see it clearly in my blog. Although it doesn’t look professional, I love doing it when I have no idea what to do. But, I felt this belonging when I think about JROTC. I know I had no place in the army or in the US, but JROTC changed me. It found my friend that I hang out every day throughout my freshman school year.

So, I decided to go back to JROTC. Even though it is strict and we had to wear uniforms every Tuesday, it doesn’t matter because I have my friend and I know I belong there with the students who have low grades. I’m not sure that I picked the right choice until one day major asked me if I want to be S1. I have no idea what is that at that time until Sergeant told me that S1 is someone who keep up with the Cadets file and all those keeping files in computer stuff. It was an easy job actually but you have to do it with accuracy and come to think of it I have to keep up with about 300 cadets’ files. Many, of course, but it is a sign that my teachers are starting to trust me.

From February to April, it is just school. I remember that I was getting ready with the S1 job. I could feel that my sophomore year was going to be a great year and I cannot wait for it. Of course, there’s the part that my friend will move to somewhere. That was the only sad part for my sophomore next year but I could make new friends now that I had confidence. I was having fun at this time frame. The Interact club was going to help my country and I will be the leader in that project. My parents actually give me a phone that I can use and call people. I don’t really have grand time in tennis though but I made many friends and gain many experiences. Every week it snow. I had an eye on some guy that I had no nothing about. Yes, it was fun and that’s when I feel the high school feeling.  Learn, study, make friends, fall in love, sports, test.

Oh, yes…test. I sometimes have stress about it, but I know I could get it through. May is the month that is full of test. Not just school test but also life test. The school test was fine. I get A’s for all of my subjects and I got 2 for my AP test. I did a mistake in the AP test and I learn from it. I just hope I am not stupid enough of not doing it again. This month was also the month when I get to know that my family and I are moving back to Malaysia. When my mom told us that, I was full of mixed feelings. I am happy that we are going back home, but I was sad that I am going to leave US. I was sad that I never got to get that S1 job. I was sad that I cannot learn more of CCT stuff. I was sad that I cannot continue the best Taekwondo class ever. I was sad that I could never live in the new house that we just moved in.

June dawn. We were packing like crazy because stupid effing Petronas give us so little time to pack. But, it doesn’t matter. We are going home. There’s no place like home.

August to November was nothing but a breeze. The fasting month went and gone. Eid was fun and memorable with new members of the family. I went to the school that I went to when I was Form 1. Nothing change that much. I met some old friends and some new friends. I find someone to crush on and also someone to jealous on. I don’t feel different because there IS a kid like me. You know, moving from another school to this school. In coincidence, she had the same name as mine! The only difference I am not going to take PMR and she will. I miss being different. To be the only one who wears hijab in the class. To be the only one that had such inexplicable name to say. To be the only one who have a name that has a meaning. To be respected and known by teachers.

I have no experience in PMR. You might laugh at this. I am not lucky not to take PMR. I am unlucky. Not to experience was unluckiness.

December. Season Holidays in US. Malaysia…nothing but staying at home and do some chores. I am not excited for the next school year either hate it. I feel bleh. I would like to learn the new stuff, but I need to get myself together. I need to accept reality. I need to find out my approach for the next school year.

PMR results. Congratulations to my very best friend. She got 8 A’s. I felt so happy for her. I felt so happy for everyone that took PMR. I am so happy that they had the courage to take PMR, not like me. A coward.

My 2013 year is and was eventful.  The first year was one of the happiest things in my life. My teachers believing in me had a powerful feeling in me and I really want to thank them to believe in me. As it goes on, it was started to dull me and made me rebellious which is uncommon for me. I want to stay in US, but I know it already change the minute that I left. I am trying my best to accept that I am here in Malaysia, not living in the powerful US anymore. Pray for me… that I could accept this.

Well, that’s pretty long. I hope you guys don’t mind. Here’s a YouTube video that gives a review of 2013. Well, in YouTube anyway, not real life.

Lol...I like this video..

Okay I have a big sense of what's happening around the world. I felt is a sin not to share this to you guys too...although you guys already watch it so many times.

So, how your 2013 look like?

Wish Well Wisher 

Oh...Happy Hew Year People! Hope you like your 2013 year and have a grand time in 2014