Interview Asasi TESL UiTM

Hi assalamualaikum :)

dua tiga hari kepam baru nak update. malas kau ye. :3

nawwar pergi iv uitm sabtu lepas. kat kuantan. omaigadd masa tau dapat tu kemain excited. pastu start kalut nak prepare sijil2 semua tu. nasib baik dah photostat awal2. pheww. uitm kuantan 2(fakulti pendidikan) ni dalam 1km je dari rumah ayah sedare nawwar so kitorang stay situ je. kitorang bertolak hari jumaat.malam tu tidur awal sebab esok iv :/

pagi sabtu, ibu hantar. didn't have my breakfast sebab ai kalau nervous cepat je sakit perut. kejam. makan roti 60 sen je buat alas perut. 

oke back to the iv. iv ni ada dua sesi. pagi dan petang. mine started at 8.30 a.m. and ada dua part. 

part 1 : essay and reading comprehension

reading comprehension tu average kot. tak senang, tak susah. tapi vocab harus la vast. essay pulak, my cup of tea. bhaha. bukan nak show off ke apa tapi sebab memang nawwar suka tulis essay. and mula2 tu takut jugak dapat tajuk social networking(i've been told that iv's essays are mostly about this particular topics). tapi tak! nawwar dapat tajuk " descrice your most meaningful achievements and relate it to your future goals ". alhamdulillah. lega je bila baca arahan tu. 

yang tak best pulak, dia bagi arahan suruh tulis essay tu approximately 250 words. amboi. dah la lama gila tak tulis essay, kena tulis pendek. terhad. nak kena pandai bajet berapa words per paragraph. still, bersyukur sebab dapat topik senang. ^^ oh yang ni korang ada masa sejam. lepas dia kutip answer sheet kita, diorang akan bagi instruction nak susun sijil macam mana.  pastu ada la dalam sepuluh minit sebelum part 2. 

part 2 : interview sorang2. horror!

sangat horror. nawwar dapat num 11 so lama gila nak tunggu turn. demi menghilangkan nervous yang bertapa*ewahh*, nawwar tegur la perempuan kat seat sebelah. mula2 sebelah kiri, dari terengganu jugak. pastu tegur sebelah kanan, tudung pink comel, dari kuantan je. bila sampai turn num 10, dapat la dua tiga orang kawan baru -.-'. oh lupa, nawwar kemain prepare nak bagi intro macam mana. tuptup takde pun dia tanya intro. 

ivwer 1 : *smile*you're from besut. when did you arrive here? and you stayed at what hotel?

me : *smile*yesterday. i stayed at my uncle's. 

ivwer 2 : oh. dia duduk kat mana?*sorry tak ingat dah ayat english dia. hehe*

me : tanjung api. 

ivwer 2 : this is tanjung api.

me : err, yes. his house is about one kilometre from here.

see? mukaddimah tu *smile* tu je. pastu meleret tanya pasal sape yang ikut sekali. tanya pasal how it feels to have an elder brother. tanya nawwar apply mana lagi. one time dia tanya, " dah kalau awak dapat uitm, pastu dapat pulak ipg, awak nak pilih yang mana?*again, sorry tak ingat dah ayat english* ". nasib baik nawwar tak jawab ipg! :O pastu tanya pulak "what if ipg offer to sent you for oversea programme?". again nasib baik tak tersasul pilih ipg! :O redah je jawab oversea tu not now, tu maybe untuk masters. :D

nawwar punya la nervous sampai tertukar younger dengan elder. hadoi. time dia tengok sijil2 pulak dia berminat dengan sijil essay US Embassy tu. kena la jawab pasal diversity pulak. *sigh*. 5 minit je duduk dalam bilik tu. tapi kalau boleh nak keluar cepat2 . haha. takde la pulak nawwar kena tanya pasal politik ke nama pengarah uitm ke. memang dia nak tengok macam mana kita handle situasi tu je. 

oleh kerana ombak big bad wolf membadai kuantan ketika daku berada di sana, amatlah rugi jika daku melepaskan peluang tersebut. maka pada petang jumaat daku telah merelakan diriku hanyut di tengah2 deruan ombak fenomena serigala tersebut. dan daku selamat!*rujuk fridge magnet di atas*

beli 5 novel. kakak 5. semuanya 10. macam menarik je terus ambik. macam rugi beli sepuluh je novel since harga rm8 je. tapi apakan daya, kewangan tidak mengizinkan daku yang menganggur ini. sobs. ah. 5 hari baca baru khatam satu novel kut. cukup la tu. :D

now I present you

the budaks. my anak sepupu. sangat tak adil letak gambar 3 orang je. malas dah nak edit2 gambar -.-'. 

yang kat atas ni cuma ada Batrisyia, Auni dan Aufa. Aufa si baby kuat nangis. >.<. best je ada budak2 ni, hilang stress iv. haha

oh kalau rajin nanti nawwar buat entri tips untuk iv ye. kalau rajin -.-'

SEGMEN : WONDERFUL PHOTO MEANINGFUL

Hi assalamualaikum :)

harini nawwar join segmen Blogger Setiasmile ni. segmen gambar. hihi. nawwar tak kenal mana pun blog setiasmile ni. baru je tengok. pastu abg Nu'aim ni update pasal segmen, nawwar terus la bookmark. huhu. takpe tak kenal lagi pun, nanti kenal la kan abg Nu'aim? T.T

banyak sebenarnya gambar bermakna. ni salah satu. nawwar suka gambar ni sebab gambar ni masa waktu graduasi. rasa hebakk lah kot graduate dah, sebab tu suka -.-'. walhal sekolah menengah je pun, SPM pun tak lagi. dahla takleh pelajar terbaik subjek English. Abby yang rampas. wuwuw. 

dari awal tahun berebut dengan Abby sape yang dapat markah paling tinggi. sampai frust gila bila tak dapat A+ tapi Abby dapat. haha. masa trial ni masing2 dapat A+, tapi Abby tinggi lagi. nak buat macam mana, rezeki dia. syukur dah dapat A+. alhamdulillah. 

now, another reason nawwar suka gambar ni sebab Madam Azimah ada sekali. hewhew. nawwar suka gila kat madam. rindu gila nak belajar dengan madam. sangat*nangis*. madam la yang buat nawwar makin tergila2 kan subjek english. haha. madam tak pernah marah student dia. maybe ada, tapi kitorang tak perasan sebab takde la pulak kena tengking ke apa. haha. 

madam selalu je bila ada hal, suruh nawwar handle kelas. suruh nawwar jadi teacher, sebab madam tahu nawwar memang nak jadi teacher. padahal nawwar tak mengajar pun, sebab malu dengan rakan sekelas. madam la yang buat nawwar rasa okay bila nawwar mengadu ada orang tiru essay nawwar. intro je padahal, tak matured sungguh. haha. madam la tu, madam la ni. macam2! paling best sekarang ni madam dah compile essay2 nawwar jadi booklet. terharu sangat bila tahu karya nawwar tu boleh jadi rujukan adik2 Le' Best :')

I LOVE YOU, MADAM AZIMAH DOLLAH <3

p/s : menangis masa taip semua ni. rindu sangat nak belajar dengan madam :'(

Hey Hey Big Guy :D

Hi assalamualaikum :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAIZ TAJUDIN!

birthday boy :D

I like him. He's like the best boy friend I never had.

Paih Paling Putih. wahh! 3P

bhahahaha. note : boy friend, not boyfriend. there's a difference. 

boyfriend yang sweet2 tu. boy friend, kawan.

nak bagi biodata paih pun serba salah. sebab nama penuh dia pun nawwar tak tahu eja macam mana. T.T kang salah eja merajuk pulok pakcik tu. haha. tapi yang pasti, kalau sekolah ada event ke majlis ke acara ke*sama je -.-*, he will be there, with his bapak's DSLR. huehuehue.

comel handguard kaler oren. gambar hiasan nak tunjuk jari runcing ai. -.-

ni masa sambutan raya kat sekolah.

with his ibu.

ibu paih ni, senior ibu nawwar kat SMSD(Sains Dungun). nama nak glamer je kan -.- . rasa macam best je anak kawan duk sekolah  sama. *tengah imagine jumpa dengan senior masa mesyuarat PIBG sekolah anak. aww*

with his bapak

yang ni the best part. nawwar bukannya kenal mana dengan family paih ni. tapi tengok dari fesbuk, dari cerita paih, dorang berdua ni macam bros for life ar. cool dok? sporting je en. Tajudin ni.

SEM exhibition. hebakk ar pakai jacket batch. 

gambar hiasan lagi. -.-

tu jela. gambar culik dari fesbuk paih. 

buat pe nawwar nak simpan gambar dia. creepy :O

motif buat entry letak gambar paih banyak2? 

sebab nak promote paih.

paih ni single lagi. huehuehue

nah num paih. 019957***8. 

mati nawwar kalau bagi betul2. :O

happy birthday sekali lagi paih! semoga dimurahkan rezeki, boleh belanja aku :D

semoga perjalanan hidup dipermudahkan.

semoga bahagia sokmo.

semoga cepat kawen, nanti biar aku jadi pengapit :D

p/s : sape puasa harini? nawwar puasa. best sebab harini ada pasar malam kat kampung. jalan kaki je. :D

p/s kedua : tadi tengok laki kerdil. cute je jalan kedek2, comel sungguh. tapi bila tengok betul2, rupanya kaki dia kena potong. tetibe rasa insaf dan bersyukur sangat ada kaki. walaupun tak cukup ketinggian model -.-

Essay #7

Hi assalamualaikum :)

this is a story i wrote just for fun. hope you like it :)

"Here, I want you to have this"

"?? A letter?"

"Uh huh. Um, I better go. Take care, Fakhri."

Eh wait! That was it? Me, going out with Erika Abdullah was just for a two minutes conversation? Erika really did change. Change for the better. Hmm. I still remember the first time I set eyes on her beautiful Caucasian face, her golden hair. She was an outsider, of course. None of my schoolmates had the resemblance of her appearance. Regardless of her weirdness, I fell in love with her. I know it was so wrong. The thought of her not being a Muslim sank my heart in dilemma. Two different religions were never meant to be together. And along with the fact, I tried to bury my desire for her love. Plus, I was two years ahead of her. Soon, I would be leaving her, I thought. But no matter how hard I tried, sometimes I still thought about her, sometimes I still had the urge to make her the queen of my heart.

         The angels seemed like they were on my side. After the SPM result were announced, I had the opportunity to further my study at Curtin University, Australia. To my astonishment, Erika followed my footsteps two years later. The feeling of homesick tied us-the Malaysian students together, creating a strong bond between each other. and of course, I seized this chance to get to know Erika. What shocked me the most was the fact that she is a Muslim all along. The boundary that seemed hard to overcome was just a simple misunderstanding. Without delaying any minutes, I confessed to Erika. I told her that I had been loving her from the very moment I saw her and I was not able to tell her about this feeling earlier for I was afraid of rejection because of our differences. Erika paused for a minute before saying yes. And she said that she too, had the same feeling toward me. Our love story then began.

           We were the happiest and sweetest couple living on earth. Everybody talked about how we complete each other and how the were green with envy with our fairytale-like-relationship. Life was like a bed of roses during those times. I had found my missing puzzle piece and Erika stated that I was another half of her life. We fantasized about how we were going to lead a wonderful life together through one sacred bond, marriage. We dreamt of loving each other for the rest of our senior life, till death do us part. We went out on a date like normal couples did. We always dressed up on Halloween looking like Barbie and Kent. And although we were Muslims, we celebrated Valentine's Day like most lovebirds in campus did. I was her Valentine and she was my loyal companion.

              But after three years going out, Erika started to change. After the three years of sparkle, Erika was never the same and the story of us looked like it was the end. I hated the difference but I knew it was the best for her. Erika started covering her aurah properly, she went to the mosque to pray and she avoided talking to boys when there were no necessities. Her change made me upset for I was not able to be her best buddy anymore but ironically, my heart grew fonder towards her. Most important, I started to change too. After years leaving my obligation towards my religion, I started learning back about how to perform my prayers. I repented. I cried almost every night for a week, regretting my sin. But I knew, everyone deserved a second chance. If Erika could have a new life, why couldn't I? I thought. And so I changed. 

              Before I knew it, it was time to leave the land of Down Under and headed back to Malaysia. As for my relationship with Erika, we stayed as friends and rarely met. But last night she rang me and asked if we could meet. Now here I was, on my bed, after the two minutes talk we had had. Slowly I opened her letter........

Dear Fakhri,

           How are you doing? I surely miss the time we had together. I'm sorry that I could not be your girl anymore. I think this is the best fir both of us.

Fakhri, 

          I never told you this before but now, I want to let it all out. I want you to understand my condition. I want you to know the reason I changed.

          Since I was a baby, my family and I lived in America. My Papa had a company there. We lived our life with no religion as guidelines. We were atheist. But six years ago, Papa decided that our family needed changes. With zero knowledge about Islam, we converted and tried to live our life as real Muslims. Things were difficult for us at first. Our new lifestyle no longer fit for the United States. I could no longer party, hang out with my boyfriends and girlfriends, and I missed prom, the most important night for a teenage girl. In search of a more condusive Islamic environment, Papa found Malaysia. Using his savings, he opened another company here. We moved to Malaysia with our new identity. Papa as Abdullah, Mama as Ameena, me, Christine as Erika and my twin siblings as Zara and Adam. We left America with no regret and hoped for the best from this country.

             But I was stunned when I first laid my eyes on the scenery of Malaysia. "Where are the characteristic of Eastern people?" I asked myself. Papa was very disappointed at that time. Just imagine, he was outcasted  by his family after converting into Islam. And when we reached here, he found nothing! The whole family almost gave up being Muslims. Luckily, Mama, being the toughest among us, said that we have chosen this new path and life, must go on. Still, my family live on without no guide. We were too, somehow, afraid to ask local people about religion. We were scared of the impression towards people like us.

Fakhri,

         Indeed, there is light at the end of the tunnel. After six years living in uncertainty, I met Izyan. And that, was my call. My shopping cart bumped into hers when I was buying groceries with Mama. The first time I set my eyes on her, I knew she was different. So I asked for her phone number and asked for her to guide me, lead me through the correct path. Thank God, she was willing to help my family to get to know Islam more. I knew by then, Allah had sent me His "nur". Izyan came from family with strong religion background. Her mother taught me how to recite the Quran, and to pray, and all the sunna. She taught me to be a better "an-nisa". That was my turning point. I'm sorry I did not tell you a bit about this, I guess I'm afraid of what you will react. Sorry again.

         By the way, I heard that your father will send you to Canada to further your study. All the best to you, my darling Fakhri. As for me, I have my own mission. I will fulfil my childhood fantasy, to save the world. They were reports on terrorist and I have decided to be one of the volunteers. And if you still love me even after you finished your studies abroad, in the name of Allah, ask my hand in marriage. I'll be waiting for you. Till next time, take care. Uhibbukafillah, Fakhri. 

as salam, 

Erika Christine.

                

           The end. Sigh. I miss my girl.

"If you still love me even after you finished your studies abroad, in the name of Allah, ask my hand in marriage."

          That's it! I will! I will propose Erika, but only after I finished my studies. I promised to myself that I would do my bets in Canada, so that I could provide a bright future for Erika and our family. 2021, I left Malaysia for Canada. During the first year, I still kept in touch with Erika through the internet. But later she went busy with her volunteering works so I thought it would be better if I stopped bothering her. I also gave her my words that I would be counting the days for us to meet again. Days, months, and years gone by. After three years struggling, I managed to finish my Masters. Erika, I'm coming home :)

          What awaits for me in Malaysia was beyond my wildest imagination. 

"She had been in coma for three months already. She was fighting and struggling hard to save the Muslims. When she was out of energy, the terrorist caught her. She was, she was..........."

         Aunt Ameena fainted without finishing her sentence, leaving me in full anxiety. What had happened? Zara, Erika's sister came and explain that Erika had been crucified and then beaten with a whip heartlessly.  The doctor said that she would not make it. God have mercy. Zara then took me to Erika's ward. Seeing her lying hopelessly broke my heart, and my dream shattered into pieces. I neared the pallid body.

"Erika? I'm back. I've finished my studies. Now, we can get married. Just like we planned. Please wake up, Erika. Don't do this to me...."

Tears and silence.

"Erika! You've promised that you would wait for me, right? Don't break your promise now, please. You know how you urge me to live my dream, to have my Masters finished so that I can be what I wanted to be? Well, I lived my student's life thinking about you, about us! You are my intrinsic motivation, you are my dream, Erika! Don't leave me, please....."

         I was drowned in my own emotion when I heard someone calling my name. A familiar voice, a voice that I have been missing for so long. Erika?

"I, I tried to help them. I want... to find my Muslim side... by fighting for the Muslims... But I can't... I'm not... not tough enough... "

"No, stop! You need to rest, please don't talk much... "

"You need... to listen to this, Fakhri... I want you... to continue... to save them... Will you? I love you until Janna... Uhibukafillah, Fakhri..."

"Erika! Erika!"

           Doctors rushing in, sobbing were heard and the air was chaotic. But the only feeling I felt was emptiness. Erika had left the world. My Erika. 

"Hey Erika, do you still love me?..."

"Of course I do, Fakhri. But I'm trying hard to love Allah more. And I hope you love Allah more than you love me too. So that if I die, you have Allah to give all your love to :) "

"What are you talking about? I don't like to hear that kind of thing coming out of your mouth..."

"Fakhri, everyone knows that death is certain. But one thing I know for sure, I want to be the girl who died in search of Allah. Hee..."

            Erika. The girl who died in search of Allah. Rest in peace. Uhibbukifillah, Erika.

****************************************************

"Mama, what kind of diary is this? Your Uncle Fakhri is so weird, Ma. Huh? I know Ma, I know! So that's why he was so happy in his sleep yesterday. He's going to meet Erika! Maybe that's why you said he is never coming back. Hmm..."

"That's Aunt Erika for you, young lady. And you' re right. Aunt Erika is waiting for him in Janna..."

"Aww, so sweet! When I grow up, I want to have my love story as sweet as your Uncle Fakhri's. Can I. Mama?"

"Yes, you can, dear. Whatever you say."

             And they both smiled.

fuhh. letih oo nak taip essay ni. malas dah nak check typo. hehe. by the way, ni essay yang nawwar tulis lepas baca novel VT-Hilal Asyraf. penangan novel islamik. siap berangan nak elaborate lagi pastu nak jadikan novel pastu nak hantar kat syarikat penerbitan. heh. angan semata. cuti empat bulan tak buat apa2 pun still takde progress. kalau baca balik banyak gila kekurangan essay ni. tak detail, kabur. macam2 la. tapi tuan tanah malas dah nak edit. hehe

SWEET LIZAHANUM'S GIVEAWAY "Suka-suka nak bagi hadiah.........."

Hi assalamualaikum :)

harini nawwar join GA ni. tapi yang ni lain dari yang lain tau. sebab kita boleh tulis apa yang kita nak. ala2 wishlist jugak kot. hahaha.

so, nawwar nak novel ni. 

nak sangat. nawwar mula2 baca novel ni sebab bosan. masa tu duk dalam library. masa form 2 rasanya. mula2 tengok novel ni nawwar rasa macam "ceh. dahla nipis. cover tak menarik langsung. gambar bunga2." letak la gambar orang tengah kissing ke, peluk2 ke hoi tu tipu -.-' tapi seriously memang pandang sebelah mata jela kat buku ni. 

tapi betul la omputih kata, don't judge a book by its cover. ni literally, jangan nak menilai dari kulit novel gambar bunga2. sebab cerita dia best sangattttt! nawwar tiap2 kali baca, tiap kali tu lah menangis. nak2 part alfarabi luahkan isi hati dia kat miss juliana masa miss juliana masuk wad. sayu sangat! hati tisu khonn -.-'

addicted nye nawwar dengan novel ni sampaikan tiap kali masuk library, mesti cari novel ni. dua tiga kali pusing kat rak novel tu. pastu kalau takde merajuk taknak baca novel lain. haha. paling jahat, lepas dua tiga bulan, nawwar berani seludup novel tu keluar dari library sekolah. muehehe. dah kalau pinjam mesti minggu depan kena hantar balik. tak syok arr camtu. tapi sebab nawwar ni kudus, nawwar pulangkan balik novel tu. dua bulan lepas seludup. letak dalam library asrama. -.- ahhhh. yang penting dah pulangkan. hewhew.

tapi taboo tahu. lepas nawwar buat camtu, novel tu hilang terus. HILANG TERUS! dalam library kat sekolah takde. kat asrama yang nawwar seludup tu pun takde. hukhuk. ada penunggu kot buku tu. -.-

nawwar teringin sangat nak baca novel tu. sampai nawwar cari online kot2 ada yang nak letgo. ada satu, tapi dah lama. entah aktif tak lagi blog tu. huhu. :'(

nawwar dah tekad, kalau sampai sudah tak jumpa. nawwar nak buat syarat hantaran. hewhew. gila tak nak buat hantaran novel nipis tu? biar orang yang nak kahwin dengan nawwar usaha sikit. muehehe. 

tu jela. hehe. ni first entry giveaway panjang2 kot. hihi

Defend Yourself, girls.

Hi assalamualaikum :)

menarik gambar ni. muahahaha.

situasi 1 : dalam lif with strangers.

kalau korang nak masuk lif tapi nampak ada orang mencurigakan ikut korang ala2 stalker takpun asylum takpun psycho takpun orang gila yang obvious gila, jangan hesitate. masuk je dalam lift tu, wat lek wat peace. tapi tekan semua button floor tu. kalau korang nak ke floor 7, tekan jugak floor yang lain sebelum nombor 7. boleh la jadi budak2 main lif bagai. ni salah satu cara nak defend diri korang la. mana ada orang nak serang korang kalau tahu lif tu berenti setiap floor. gila apa. hardcore sangat kalau tetap rompak korang or whatsoever. heh.

situasi 2 : strangers in the house.

first, lainkali sila ingat nak kunci pintu dengan 7 mangga lain jenis, pasang alarm plus cctv terus. hewhew. kedua, sila ke dapur dengan kelajuan cahaya sebab kat dapur ada macam2 barang berguna. rumah korang, mesti korang tau kat mana korang simpan pisau, serbuk cili, pepper semua tu. takpun korang pecahkan pinggan mangkuk korang, lagi mahal, lagi hebakk ah -.-'. biar bising satu kampung/taman perumahan. tapi kalau rumah korang terpencil, harap maaf lah ye. huhu

situasi 3 : naik teksi malam2.

heh. sekarang ni naik teksi siang2 pun bahaya kan. macam2 taktik perogol/perompak tu tau. bijak nauu. solution dia, sebelum naik teksi tu, tengok dulu nombor pendaftaran teksi tu. pastu telefon kawan ke family ke boyfriend handsomee ke and bagitau dorang nombor tu. pastikan driver teksi tu dengar dan faham. cis. mesti terbantut niat nak buat jahat kat korang. yela, dah orang tau detail dia, takkan berani lagi. telefon hang? jangan risau, driver tu tak tahu. so just pretend korang tengah bercakap jugak. hehe.

situasi 4 : kalau teksi tu masuk lorong yang tak sepatutnya

ni memang driver teksi ganas, tak gentar. haha. if you feel that you're entering danger zone bila driver teksi tu tak ikut jalan sepatutnya, sila guna handbag korang untuk cekik dorang. guna shoulder bag? takpe, tarik kolar baju dorang. pun boleh. agak2 dah tercekik tu mesti driving pun jadi kalut. this will attract orang. masa ni la korang boleh bagi sign mintak tolong. kalau berani, lompat keluar je dari teksi tu. and pastu pergi balai, report. tadaaa! -.-'

situasi 5 : rasa diekori

let say, korang tengah syok jalan sorang2, tetibe korang rasa macam ada orang ikut je. jangan panik. masuk je dalam kedai yang berdekatan. kalau rumah pun boleh. terangkan keadaan korang, mesti tuan rumah tu faham. lebih elok kalau korang simpan pepper spray dalam handbag. spray apa2 pun boleh jugak, sebab setahu nawwar jenis2 spray ni memang buat pedih mata. 

special : 

kalau rasa dalam bahaya, keluarkan phone pastu buat as if tengah bercakap dengan ayah ke, abang ke. lagi best buat pulak dialog palsu " eh apasal bapak kat police station?" dengan tone suara tinggi seoktaf dari biasa. confirm orang tak berani buat jahat. valid in any situation.

nawwar pernah dulu masuk bilik ATM. tak lama pastu crowded dengan laki. dahla nawwar sorang je pompuan dalam tu. gila berdebar. nak je buat2 call ayah. paranoid? no. berjaga-jaga. hehe