DAY 3 – cooking/ baking (COMMUNITY SERVICE)

The kids at PDK are more familiar with us on day 3. The moment I came in they would say “hi kakak!” It’s pretty funny, that they call me kakak when most are older than me. They are 22 to 44 even, yet they call me kakak. It’s really respectful even when they know I’m younger.


We baked cookies and prepared all the food we were bout to feed them. There were a lot of kids, around 35 and we made extra for the teachers too. I had Azmir, one of the autistic student with me to help me, he listened to me very well and knew how to follow the given instructions. Though he repeated everything I said, every single time. He echoed EVERYTHING, even Okay. I asked him to have a bite of everything we were making and he tasted everything as we made them, and said all the food tasted delicious which was good to know. It was really sweet how excited he got when I gave him his plate of food.

After feeding everyone, I was pulled by Nazirah. She has Down syndrome and was very caring towards another child whose mother was late. She kept asking me to comfort the child, and to call his mother to pick him up. It really shows that, though they are limited in other areas, they definitely do not lack affection nor empathy. I also found out that she was a child of one of the teachers. So I had a talk with Nazirah’s Mom and she told me that Nazirah was all they have, though they tried to conceive another. You can really see how precious she is to her mother. Her mother did not treat her any differently, there was no sympathy in her eyes when she looks at Nazirah. But only love and truly she saw Nazirah for who she is – cheeky, sweet and playful.

My 3 days at PDK was definitely a humbling experience and also an eyeopener. Not only did the kids and teachers at PDK made me grateful for what I have been blessed with, they made me grateful for life itself. They are so content with life, and it’s not ignorance – I can tell you that. They really showed me that it’s up to you how you deal with your shortcomings. If you want to see the greatness of life, that’s what you’ll see despite the bitterest lemons you’re given.

This sums my 3 days spent at PDK Diary. If you’d like to know more about PDK Semenyih – their Facebook page is Pdk Semenyih.

Also, Im asking everyone to help PDK Semenyih, by spreading the word.

They are a non profit organisation, which means that they rely on people like us. You can buy the childrens’ art works, and also baked goods made with love.

Here is their bank account:
Agro Bank
No Acc: 100556100005060-1 (Anak Anak Istimewa PDK Semenyih)

Any contribution would be much appreciated.

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Summer 2k17

I’ve always waited for inspiration to kick in before I start writing. BUT BLANK. My mind has been blank. Thus, no update since the last post in April. IT’S JUNE ALINA. But I’ve been meaning to write about my few final days before the summer holidays. So here is the post, that will commemorate my Summer 2k17

 

To start off, it’s difficult being friends with international students. Once it’s summer, they’re all gone. Each and everyone boarding on a different plane going back to places they each call home. Be it Singapore, Brunei, Sri Lanka, Dubai or even Jordan. Spread across the world, all we had was our shared final night in Nottingham. It was my final night at the place where I spent the first few weeks crying and struggling to find comfort in a home away from home, only to find myself surprisingly… dreading to leave.

 

It’s surprising what a foreign place can turn into when you put the right people in it. A room is only a room, but with the right people it’s a home. I discovered my love for my first year of degree reaching it’s peak during the final weeks of exams season. This is where we bond most I guess, while everyone face their own struggles. We tend to depend on each other more for emotional support. The Core Crew (lame I know), but we literally spent everyday with each other – breakfast, lunch, dinner. With piles of books, and empty packets of snacks on the table. Sharing movies in-between revision breaks with 12am quizzes, and 2am naps. Stress was instantaneously paired with laughter.

 

 

Other than my friends, I did fall in love with the place too. I found comfort in Nasi Kukus in front of Tesco, RM4 uber rides to McDonalds, RK Fatima Roti Telur for 3pm breakfast and all-day fluffy Pancakes at Breakfast Club. Although, I hated how far away UNMC was from the city, and I’m sure I’ve mentioned this numerous of times previously. But being in the middle of nowhere do have its perks. One major one as the visible starry sky. The stars that would accompany me during my pitch black walk back to my room from the Core, made me want to study longer into the night. Because the later the night, the darker the sky – hence, more stars. It would scatter all around, and sometimes cluster at one side. At the UNMC bridge, I would stand there for hours feeling so small comparing myself to the universe.

 

 

 

On my last night in UNMC, we did exactly that. But rather than standing on the bridge, we sat at the rooftop. Lied on the metallic roof, with the sounds of sniffling mice and stepping into the unseen puddles on the floor. We stayed there for the whole night. Only left to eat right before dawn. We lied flat on the roof, and tilted our head up to look above and noticed how infinite the universe is – realising the sphere shape of the world. Contemplating the existence of other creatures of God and how lonely it would be if we were the only living thing in the entire universe. Whenever, a bird would fly across we would be startled and, if we were quiet enough we could hear every plane that flew above us.

 

 

 
However, it was Aimin’s Penis shaped constellation, Izran’s philosophy class and Mali’s laughter echoing across the night – that made it an incomparable night. The comfortable silence, of nothing but our heavy breathing accompanied with Coldplay’s music. I also finally found the sole purpose of it, it’s to be played for moments like this. To feel nostalgic for something that hasn’t passed yet, but we know will. We were harmonising to Yellow, and whispered all together “I want something just like this.”   And in that moment, while we stared into “forever” and celebrated each shooting star we didn’t miss – I felt both immortal and mortal all at once.

Being a “Notty” Girl?

I gave the whole uni life 3 weeks, before I decided to judge and update you guys about it. LOL YEAH RIGHT, I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to update my blog. Anyways, let me sum up my 3 weeks here in some pictures

WEEK 1


WEEK 2


WEEK 3


It’s hard to adjust to. I’m so used to my tiny daily routines at home, like where I put my keys in my room or where I put my water bottle – the distance needs to be arm length for me to reach in the middle of the night without having to move from my sleeping position. LITERALLY MICRO DAILY ROUTINES. Now it’s all different, and I have to start fresh and it feels foreign. Living alone. Like my phone was dying when I was out at night and I didn’t have to worry about my mom wanting to call me…?? Like whutt. Coming back to an empty house..well room. It’s lonely?

On a brighter note, my timetable is pretty great I gotta admit. I only have classes Tuesday till Thursday, which are mostly half days. Technically, I should be spending more time in KL with my 4 day weekend, but I’ve been spending Mondays and Fridays here to chill and prepare myself for this life. I try to make my days as full as possible, so I won’t have time for that I miss home or miss my cats moments. I joined a lot of clubs. I joined rugby club (Nottingham Royals) the girls’ touch team, I also joined Zumba (Fitness club) – what scoliosis prob right? , Ignite (Nottingham Magazine) and Aiesec.

It’s getting better though. Uni life is when you meet all kinds of people – Some are looking for what to label themselves, some eyes focused on the finish line of “first class degree”, some just craving to make memories. BUT me? Someone that wants to go back home everyday after class.  The only thing I learnt about myself is that – I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE CITY. I guess I never thought that I’d ever be away from the city, and now I am. Man, oh man I MISS THE CITY. I’ve never lived away from the big buildings and busy street. Even when I lived in UK, I lived in smack bam centre – Baker Street. LIKE GURL, you hear sirens in the middle of the night and wonder what drunktard hurt himself. In Malaysia they’re building a mall right infront of my house !!! I miss the city, I miss the jam, I miss the over priced food – the mall. THE MALL. Amirul brought me to Tesco for grocery shopping, and I spent so long walking around the “mall” because I just miss window shopping.

For some reason, I have more time here than I do at home. I can’t explain that. But at home, seems like after I come home from school the day’s just short and I don’t have time to do much. Here I’m just trying to fill in time –  playing fussball, pool, rugby, zumba, dinner, darts, library. When it reaches 10-11pm, Boom BED.

So far, being a “notty” girl ain’t bad. Cheap food, healthy lifestyle, and that independent woman life. I can do this, right?