holiday and trip

We met again. Firstly, I want to apologize for not updating my blog for last weekend. It is because I have been out of town for last weekend. I think it is not too late to wish Happy Chinese New Year. I hope you have a nice holiday even though you didn’t come back to your hometown.
This week I’m going to write about my trip with my family during this holiday. Last Friday, I went to Padang, Indonesia for three days and two nights. Particularly, my family and I stayed in Bukit Tinggi which took two hours journey from Padang International Airport. When we arrived at Padang International Airport, a worker from the hotel that we were supposed to stay for the rest of the trip picked us up. The journey from the airport to Bukit Tinggi was so thrilling and exciting. The breathtaking views accompany by the isolated and undisturbed environment amazed me the most. Along the way, you could see the untouched waterfall and river as well as the splendid view of mountain surround the place. After half of the journey, we stopped at a famous traditional restaurant called Pak Datuk. The uniqueness of this restaurant was the way they served the dishes. They put all the dishes they have on the table that we were sitting and we had to choose what we want to eat. After that, the waiter will count the dishes that we have eaten only. I think, it was a very good way to persuade the customers to eat everything on the table because everything on the table looked tasty. Besides that, the price was very cheap and most of the food was hot and spicy. If you want to try the food, I suggest you to go to the branch of the restaurant in Melaka. After that, we continued our journey. As we all know, most of the people in Indonesia were dependant on agriculture, same goes to people in Padang. So, during the journey, you could see a lot of paddy fields and also ponds at almost every house there. Furthermore, the soil was suitable for agriculture activity because the land result from volcano eruption was very fertile. For your information, Bukit Tinggi is one of the places in the world that have an active volcano until today. It was the first time I saw a volcano with my own eyes and the feeling was indescribable.
On the first night, we stayed in Grand Malindo Hotel. The hotel was situated near the town and also near to a few interesting place. Right after we arrived at the hotel, we went to the nearest market in town called Pasar Atas which was popular with various type of kebaya. It was like a large boutique but with a very reasonable price. Can you imagined, you can get a new styled and fine cloth to make baju kurung for only RM 15. I even bought one for myself. Not just that, you could get a well hand-made kebaya for not more than RM 50! Believe it or not, believe it folks! After we took first sight of Bukit Tinggi town, we went back to our hotel to take same rest.
The next day, we woke up early and had our breakfast first before we visit other places. On that day, we decided to spend the whole day shopping at Pasar Atas and also Aur Kuning. Both of the markets are popular to tourist because of the reasonable price and the product that they offer. After we took our breakfast, we went to Pasar Atas again and we bought a lot of kebaya and Baju kurung. In fact, my aunt bought her wedding dress there and it was so beautiful yet a lot cheaper compared to Malaysia. Then, we went to Aur Kuning by angkut-angkut. Angkut-angkut is small red van that looks like a taxi. It takes us to the places around the town and the fee was Rp 2000 per person. At Aur Kuning, the product sold there was different from Pasar Atas. Pasar Atas sells various type of baju Kebaya and Baju Kurung while most of the items sell in Aur kuning were telekung and scarf. They are complement to each other. My aunt bought dozens of it because she wanted to sell it back in Malaysia. After one whole day shopping, we went to KFC, which was situated at the middle of the town, to have our dinner. What special about KFC in Bukit Tinggi was they have no nuggets in their menu but they replace it with Pekerdel. In Malaysia, Perkedel is usually eaten with soto and we found it mostly during festive season however, in Bukit Tinggi, perkerdel is a substitute food for nuggets. Moreover, the taste is delicious and everytime we want to buy it, there was only six pieces left.
The next day, no more shopping but we went to some historical and tourist spot around Bukit Tinggi. First, we visited Lobang Japang, which is situated 500 meter from our hotel. Lobang Japang was a historical place which was a hiding place for Japenese during world war two. It was a 5km tunnel and 500 meter under the ground. What amazed me the most was the structure of the tunnel which was so strong and even stronger than the concrete that the Indonesia government built to protect the tunnel. After several hours, we went to Danau Maninjau which took 2 hours to get there. Danau Maninjau was my favourite place throughout the whole journey because it was a lake that are formed at the mouth of an inactive volcano. The view was spectacular and the water was crystal clear. After that, we went to Ikan Sakti which was also took two hours journey from town. Ikan sakti is actually a pond and it has its own history behind it. People believe that long ago, there were two siblings drawn in the pond and they turn into two big fish. The fish was only seen appear to the surface during certain event. The whole journey was tiring but it was all worth it.
After three days we stayed there, it was time to return to Malaysia. It was a whole new experience to stay there. I met a lot of people and they taught me something about life. They are very poor and they work hard to make a living. They grab every opportunity to make their life a little bit better than before. They give me a different perspective about them. Now I know what Indonesian’s lifestyles are and I will never look down on them again.
That’s all from me and see you again next week.

my hero

It’s Saturday. I don’t know what exactly to write today. I have been thinking since yesterday, crushing my mind to generate Idea, yet I end up staring blankly at my laptop and finally I gave up and joined syireen watching South Park hoping that maybe I can do it better tomorrow. So today is the tomorrow and here I am doing the same thing.

I’m not feeling very well today, not physically but mentally. I feel something is missing in my life, something really important and something that I missed so much. I can’t exactly figure out and describe what it is but it makes me feels like home. I don’t know what exactly I want to do in my life, what is my goal, what I want to be in the future. Now I have second thought about the path that I have taken. Is it exactly what I want to be in the future? But now it’s too late for turning back. I’m not the kind of girl that will give up easily. I’ll find my way to make it a success. ‘it’ is the thing that keep me on the right track. Even though now it is thousand miles away from me but it still give me strength and support me from far. ‘it’ that I was referring to is the undefined love from a person that we call ‘mom’

Today I’m going to write about my mom. Her name is Rozi binti Ahmad, nice and simple. This year she is 42 years old. She bore seven children including me which I think pretty amazing for a not-so-old-woman like her to have a lot of child that for a fact, enough to build a netball team. Now she lives thousand miles away from me and I only got a chance to contact her for once a month and that if I’m lucky enough. However I never blame her for not calling me because I’m really understand her situation. In January 2006, she and my other siblings followed my father to Sheffield, United Kingdom as my father want to pursue his studies there. Apparently, I’m the only one who remained in Malaysia and later on my sister joined me, the lonely child, in Malaysia after studying in the UK for two years. Ever since my mom when to UK, I stayed with my aunt in Melaka.

I’m very proud of my mom. She is a great a woman and she is my source of inspiration. Even though her education background is not so impressive, but she succeeds to raise her child well. So far, all of us are doing great on our own field. My eldest sister got a place in one of the best medic university in UK, I’m a government sponsored student to pursue my studies in Australia, my brother is announced as the best goalkeeper in his club in Sheffield and entered Manchester City Sport academy, and my other siblings always became the best student in their school because of good behavior. We are nothing without her. Another thing that makes me look up on her is her patience and hard work. I never blame on why she contact me very seldom because I know she work all day to make a living. And all of the money that she got is not for her but for her child. I remember one time when I got a good result in SPM and at the same day it was my birthday. I never got birthday present from my mom in my life because she never worked before and I never complain anything about it. So that day, my mom gave me a hand phone as a present. Even though I know how hard she work, but she still put her child needs first. My mom never asked money from my dad.

She thought me about life that I never realized before. Women should never fully depending on her husband. They have to make a living on her own as to protect herself if something unexpected happen. My mom is my hero. She gone through a lot of bad experienced in her marriage and she never stop to give advice for me and my siblings. She doesn’t want her child to experience what she had gone through. Even though I never say it out loud how much I love her and appreciate what her deed but the only thing I can do as a reward after all sacrifices she made to our family is to excel in my studies. Mom, I wished you hear me, I’m always here for you and I will pray for your happiness and forgive me if all this while I’ve been a bad child and make you life even harder. I never meant to hurt you and I want you to know that I always love you.

I think I’m going to end my writing now. Thanks Mr Derick for reading and I will write more.

introduction

First and foremost, I proudly tell you that this is my very first blog and probably it would be my last blog. I never interested in blogging and honestly I’m not good at it. I warn you earlier, reading my blog would be the last thing on your mind. Since you said that “a very good way to improve your English is to write a reflective journal once a week” , so here I am, writing a bunch of crap about myself, believing it will improve my English (surely it would). I’ll try my best to improve my English and I will give my full effort to make this this blog a little bit more interesting (which is impossible)

First of all I would like to tell you about myself (boring…). My name is Nur Nasuha and you can call me Nasuha. I live in Melaka but currently I’m staying with my aunt in KL. I’m the second child from seven siblings. My family, except me and my sister are now live in United Kingdom as my dad pursuing his study there. Hmmm… I think that is enough about me and now it’s time for the serious part.

Honestly, English is one of the tough subjects for me. It’s not like science subjects where you can learn about it in short period. English needs skill and you have to practice it every day in order to improve it. I have some weaknesses and I have to overcome it real soon. Mr. Derrick, I hope you can help me to excel in English and I will learn from you as much as I can.

There was nothing much happened in this week as it was the first week for the new term. I’m glad that I got interesting lecturers for every subject. I think, it would be fun to learn from them and I’m sure all of them are very professional. A part from that, this week there was a physic test and thank god I’ve done pretty well (yay me!). Apart from that there was nothing significant happened in this week.

I hope I could enjoy myself studying here besides, getting a good gred in all of my subjects. I think I would end this blog right here. I’ve told you that you will be suffered to read my blog. But I hope I can write better next time. See you Mr. derrick.

“Teacher is like a candle that burn itself to light up a dark room. Teachers sacrifice themselves to teach the student so that the student would have a bright future”

Is it good enough? :D