We Are the Torchbearers for the Ummah...Really?

Well, where should I start?

Let me warn you that this is going to be quite a long post. All my thoughts and rantings for the past few weeks are being squeezed in one entry.

Well, I've already told you that I experienced homesickness even before I entered CFOS IIUM.

Fine, fine..

DAY ONE

Inside the car, I was crying. No one saw me, I think. Or at least I hope so...Registration day. Oh man..I forgot already. And yes, I'm too lazy to type.

After registration, went to my room. So SMALL! But, never mind, I'll survive! My room mate is Syahidah, a physical science student.

Tok Uda Noriyah and Zainal (my grandaunt/uncle) brought us to eat Nasi Dagang. Seriously, I DON'T HAVE ANY APPETITE TO EAT! I kept on rubbing my eyes with the handkerchief. I will surely miss my siblings and parents, definitely...

The cryings and emo moments stopped suddenly. And yes, I CRIED, AGAIN! When my whole family sent me to my room. Okay fine, you get the picture.

It's quite difficult for me to type using this keyboard.

Actually, I don't have any mood to write and my writing skills are urm....diminishing. Bit by bit.

We have to perform the congregational prayers with everyone downstairs...

Oh yes, I'm staying in Mahallah Zainab Jahsy, Hotel Zainab, if you ask me...It looks like a simple 3 stars hote if you ask me..And it is located on the top of a hill, which makes it in the highest position or something like that. Told you my vocabs and writing skills are deteriorating!

Okay, first night. Found Husna, what A NICE GIRL!!!. She's taking ALLHS, same as me...

Then, there's another Syahidah(her room mate), a St Georgian who got Pharmacy but planning to switch to Medic later on...

Okay, I confess. I ALMOST cry before going to bed but when I woke up at 4 in the morning, I feel nothing. It's as though I have grown accustomed to the surroundings...LOL.

Ah, I don't want to tell about the bloody tiring taaruf week activities. Let me summarize it in just ONE WORD.. LETHARGIC!!!!

Don't have time to sleep(duhh!!!) , to EAT! (seriously, one girl was admitted to the hospital because of this) and yes, the other reason is that she was feeling stressed out. Blah-blah-blah... I totally understand her. We are in the same boat.

My mum called me everyday. She told me that my FATHER cried in the car..Woohooo....

And when they reached home back in SP, they said that they could still see the dent on my pillow..Huhu...And my father began reminiscing my childhood days...Of course la I CRIED!!!

And...yes, got the stupid EPT and APT tests. I left the room earlier than everyone. I DID MY BEST already...AND I GOT LEVEL SIX??????? Okay fine, one must not complain. I FIRMLY believe that there are BLESSINGS in disguises or at least.. TRYING to believe..Where as someone that I know....got LISTENING AND SPEAKING! WTH....ONLY FIVE PEOPLE GOT L/S. Haih....

And Arab level 1, definitely...Oh yeah..I changed to Pharmacy.

First weekend, sleep over at Tok Uda's house. She bought me a book..A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Quite an enchanting tale. I read it twice already...Just a reminder that there are lots of other people (women) out there who suffered misfortunes and unfortunate events throughout their lives.

to be continued....