My Friends

I am supposed to do this post last week (or is it another week back?) but I totally forgot about it and I don't have the materials yet. Plus with the slow wifi connection, I am very demotivated to do it.

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I consider almost everyone I know as my friends. My whole course mates are my friends. What matters are whether they are close to me or not.

If we're talking about close friends, I certainly have some which I consider as my close friends.

I don't know whether I am considered as their close friend though.

Let's start with my best friend from my school days.

Photo courtesy of Facebook since I don't have any picture of her or with her. oTL

Her name is Nur Alia Syuhadah Alias.

I call her Alia or simply Al as in 'Ael'.

She is currently studying in Bachelor of Applied Language Studies (Hons.) English For Professional Communication at Universiti Teknologi Mara Shah Alam campus.

If you still remember my previous post titled Myself again, she's that best friend I made when I was around 16 y.o. 

Life made her (and myself) busy and it has been a long time since I talk and chat with her since I didn't want to disturb her. D'8

Next is my close friend when I was in Universiti Teknologi Petronas.

I started to get close to her when I was about to quit the university.

She's the one who comforts me during that time. She listens to my story and my problems when no other friends bother to give me any attention or care about me.

Facebook courtesy again. oTL

Her name is Allia Ellysa. I don't remember her full name it seems... I'm the worst omg oTL

I call her Allia of course with emphasise at the double 'L', All-ia.

Life made her very busy and I didn't dare to disturb her so...I haven't talk and chat with her like, long ago. D'8

Since she have same name like my best friend, I have this small wish to get them meet each other and told them that they are precious to me.

I have several friends that I consider close to me here in Universiti Pendidikan Sultan Idris. 

I started to get close to them by the end of last semester; Semester 2 and the start of this semester; Semester 3. 

They are Siti Nur Kamilah, Elina Fazliana and Nur Ameerah. We kinda form a 'gang' too this semester. Hahaha~ 

But I knew this 'gang' will not last forever no matter how much I wish for it so I will appreciate every moment I have with them.

Courtesy of Ameerah. Please ignore the fact that I edited it.

Above is a picture of me and Nur Ameerah.

We knew each other since 1st semester. 

We're once close but something happened and uh, I kinda get away from her. Not because I hate her but because I care about her.

No details for you.

We became close again at the end of last semester when she have some problems and I kinda be there for her? (I don't know...)

Again, no, I'm not going to tell you the details.

She's like a mother or sister figure to me, to look over me, to take care for me (Since I can't take care of myself and I'm childish remember?) and I appreciate it very very much.

Just the feeling of being there for her and seeing her happy is satisfying for me. I won't ask for more.

I hope our friendship will last forever.

Why do I put some kind of timeline here such as age and period? Because most of the time I am alone and my memories comprises of myself or none at all. I don't have that many close friends and I don't really enjoy people's company. My life is actually boring and repetitive. If you can get me talking to you, you better appreciate it.

Do you know what is painful for me?

Separation.

Reflection...Again...oTL

WEEK 4

Let's see....
I'm supposed to do an entry titled My Family this week but I already covered that last week that's why this blog is so quiet this week. Going to be busy again next week with a new entry titled My Friends.

So, on last Monday's Multimedia and Web class we were presenting a presentation using Prezi about types of essay.
Everyone needs to choose one type of essay from what was given in the first class. 
There are narrative, descriptive, process, cause and effect, compare and contrast, and argumentative essays.
I choose to do a cause and effect type of essay because it seems like an easy type of essay.

I wanted to do the narrative type in the first place but I realise that many of my coursemates will be doing the same so I switch to another type of essay. 
I said this, because narrative is a choice to many people when it comes to writing an essay and with that assumption, I just knew that many people will be doing a presentation about it.
In order to avoid a clashing with other coursemates' presentation's content thus making the class boring because almost everyone is doing the same type of essay presentation, I decided to change and choose others.
Cause and effect essay is the second choice if I were to choose between other type of essays.

I'm not the type to be the first to present something. 
Even though I've finished the slides earlier than everybody else, this doesn't mean that I want to be the first to present.
I let about half of the class to present first before deciding to present mine.
And it was after I was referred to my lecturer and after the 5 mins break.
Thank you for saying my name before you went out for the break, Madam Nadiah. If you didn't, I wouldn't be presenting my slides that day, so truly thank you.

As I predicted, many of my coursemates chose narrative essay as their presentation topic. Heh.
It was a boring one because many of us talks about the same thing and duh...narrative essay. It's like the easiest essay in the world. Although I agree that there are people who can't do narrative at all but why can't they choose other type of essay? Be adventurous a bit here. We're just doing a presentation and do an essay sample for it. We're not going to write it for an examination so do other type of essay for a change.

I wanted to say that to their faces but I did not dare because I was retreating to another easy type of essay too to avoid the clashing, so I'm not worthy of saying it. 
I wonder what was going through my lecturer's mind during this whole class with almost everyone doing the same type of essay in the presentation.
Must be boring.
I'm sure many of my coursemates were also thinking the same thing. It's boring.
If it's not, then why there were people who were talking among themselves, finishing their Prezi presentation, browsing the web, looking through their Facebook and even playing games and not paying attention to the presentation?

Even I find it hard to pay attention to my friends' presentation especially the ones doing the narrative type of essay presentation but at least I tried to pay attention to them. I'm sure many of us were also like that, struggling to pay attention to the presentations.

All in all, I don't think it's a bad class. While many of us choosing the same type of essay, there are also others choosing other type of essay to present. The one I remember the most were Andy's presentation because he was the only one doing descriptive essay. I think he was the only one. I don't really remember but yeah, I guess. His presentation using pictures really grasp what is a descriptive essay and I'm happy for it. Someone finally doing things differently! That's what I thought at that time.

Stay awesome Andy!

:3

Refelction...Refletionc...REFLECTION

Reflection.
As the title suggests, this post will be about a reflection.

This is the third week of the semester.
And this reflection is for the Writing for Multimedia and Web subject.

I don't know what I should write here.
Maybe about the experience?

Let's see...When I knew that we will have to fiddle with multimedia and web in this subject, a part of me is excited. I love things like gadgets but I don't have much luck with them.
When I knew that we need to write a blog, I feel a bit disturbed since I never did a blog before. I did Livejournal and Deviantart journals too however. I felt excited too because I know I like to write aimlessly. With a new spirit, I started the blog immediately. But days after days, the spirit became lesser and lesser. No decent wifi connection at my hostel makes it worse because I can't do the blog.

We have to do a prezi presentation too. With the spirit I have earlier, I start it early and I have finished it. I'm satisfied with it. Hahaha~

One of the things we have to do is karaoke video. I am excited because I can fiddle with Aegisub to do the karaoke and I am determined to make the best out of it but I'm worried because I can't act. We have to act out a story according to the song chosen by us and record it to make a video. Do I have to act? TT_TT

That's all for the reflection. Short? Well, I'm sorry. I don't like to do reflection.

Please don't be mad...

My Family

I have a family of seven with five siblings including myself.

Let's start with my mother yes?
Siti Aina binti Jani @ Mohd Jani is my mom's name.
She is a secondary school teacher.
She is caring but strict if she has to be.
She loves flower and chocolates.

My mom used to be so slim and small build.

My father

His name is Osmera bin Jalani.

He works as...a technician. Well, he did various work other than a technician but none ever seems to give him what they were supposed to give.

I don't have any picture of him because he didn't like to be pictured.

Let's move on to my brother.

His name is Muhammad Shauqi bin Osmera.

He's a year older than me. So do your calculation. He's May born same as my father.

He's not the caring type of brother and he's always jealous of me for no reason. I sure am don't hate him but I'm afraid of him since he used to hit me hard in the head when we fought last year. We have fought several times and all of them must do me some injury since he likes to use his body strength to me. Better stay away from him than try talking to him and suddenly making him mad for no reason.

This is last two year's Raya Holiday. Apparently he's in a good mood...

This is last year. God...My memory is so bad

Me

Uh....I don't like picture. Enough said.

My younger sisters.

They are identical twins.

Hamimi and Hamiza. Hamimi is the older one.

Both are very cheerful and joyful.

They are 15 years old this year and are waiting for their PMR result which will come out on 26th 19th of December.

They are October people.

Try to guess which is which. 

Hamiza and Hamimi

Last but not least, my younger brother.

His own selfie. Posing with a pair of spectacles when I said he looks handsome in one.

His name is Muhammad Shoffi Zikri bin Osmera.

He's 11 years old this year and he shares the same birth month as my mom, the August people.

He's a sensitive person. He knows how to treat people with kindness but he's also a touche person. Sometimes he's selfish when it comes to food. He will finish everything if he's not reminded to share the food with everyone. He will also took everything he finds in the refrigerator without asking and eat them which will in result making other people angry if it's theirs.

<3 MY FAMILY <3

MySELF again

Seeing my friend's post encourage me to write better in my blog as I'm usually go astray when writing something and frequently went out of the topic and said something insignificant and have no meaning at all.

To AmeeMera, thank you for your good blog posts.

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MYSELF

As in previous post, my name is still Hanis Sofea binti Osmera. People usually call me Hanis. Simple and I like it better than Sofea. I used to hate my name, Sofea because it sounds too elegant and is not suitable with my personality. Furthermore, my mom once said that Sofea means tenderness or in Malay, kelembutan which from my point of view is the opposite of me. I still remember one time when I have a younger brother I asked my mom why didn't I have a traditional nickname like angah or along because my friends have that kind of nickname at home. From then on, my family calls me Angah because I was born second. When I entered university, I started to introduce myself as Sofea because at first I thought there would be many people who have the name Hanis and I didn't want to be confused with them. I am also strict when it comes to calling Hanis. I want them to call me HAnis and not Anis. This is because when I was in Form 5, there was a classmate of mine with the name Anis and we're always confused when people miscall my name. Plus, I want to live by the name Sofea and wishes for me to be a bit, tender with everybody. Now, when people call me Hanis, I feel a little bit awkward and sometimes I feel lonely because that's what my schoolmates call me. Hanisu was derived from Hanis, but when it is written in Japanese.

I was born at 16th July 1993, in the Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah, Klang, Selangor, around 10.30 a.m., Friday morning. My mom said when I was born my father missed the Friday prayer because he has to find a milk bottle since he forgot to bring them along. I was raised in different part of Selangor. My first home I recognise was in Petaling Jaya. When I was a baby, I lived around Subang. At that time, I was the last child of the family and I am what you will call as anak manja. No, not spoiled. I'm just manja especially with my mom. I will always hug her. When she sits and when she lies down, I will lie ontop of her while hugging her. Hahaha~
We will always go to Carrefour Subang (Mom do shopping there), Shah Alam Lake and the PKNS for a weekend family trip. Usually we eat though, at the McDonald. My brother and me will get toys from every trip and the toys we collected from back then can fit in a big bamboo basket (All were thrown when there are no more small child in my family and my mom thinks it’s a wasteful of space). My mom also said that she will take us to the PKNS McDonald in the night if my brother (and me, sometimes) wanted it so much. Sometimes when we arrived, the McDonald would be on the verge of closing time but we will still buy and eat outside. I still remember one of the night when that happens. I received my early kindergarten education here. I entered kindergarten at the age of 5 because I have to accompany my brother who is 6 at that time but he cannot speak very well. My mom sent me as his guardian in that kindergarten. I don't remember very much because I was still small at that time.

My second home and my third moving place was in Tanjung Karang. We moved when I was entering 6 years old and my brother was 7 years old. We moved urgently so I didn't get any certificate of attending kindergarten and I didn't finish my kindergarten too. During this time, my father loses his job at the Philip Factory so we moved in hopes of something new. This was during the Malaysia economy crisis. Tanjung Karang is also my father's place. He said he wanted to do some paddy farming at his village. My mom helped him buy the tools but in the end he didn't do anything and the paddy field was full with grass and weeds. My mom was very dissappointed. You can say this period is the depression period for my family especially my mother because she alone have to raise my brother and me and also my father (If it counts as raising him). Nearer to the end of this period, I got a pair of younger sisters! Yes, twins. One zygote twins or normally known as identical twins. Starting from this I learn how to be a sister and notably I learn how to fold clothes to help my mom in house works.

We moved again for the fourth time to Banting. This is my hometown now. We moved when I was entering 7 years old. I didn't get to finish my kindergarten again when we moved so I didn't have any certificates to verify that I've attend a kindergarten before. I attended Sekolah Kebangsaan Sri Langat. Moving to Banting was my mother's choice. She bought a house there for us to live and Banting is also her hometown. She was born and raised in Banting and she wishes to be nearer to her mother. My father got a job in Megasteel factory several years after we moved and my mother is a teacher at one of the secondary school in Banting. 

Moving to Banting was actually the starter of my depression personality. I felt very different from all of my schoolmates because I just moved to Banting. When I enter the class, they would talk with each other gleefully because they knew each other since they entered the same kindergarten in Banting. I was the odd in the class because I attend a different kindergarten and I didn’t make any actual friends during my time in kindergarten or rather in my early childhood. But of course, when I first enter the school I didn’t really felt that way. I started to feel very different when I learn to think about myself and my surroundings. About how different I felt when my classmates start to chat about their kindergarten friends and memories and I can’t chat together because I don’t have any close friends in kindergarten and I attend a different one. I didn’t make any close friend until I was 11-12 years old. I start to have two close friends during that time and it started when we were seated together in class. This relationship however doesn’t hold long when we grow up and when my depression hightens. I don’t know why but the differences I felt when surrounded by my classmates since I was 7 years old was brought up until I was 14.

Childhood memories are supposed to be the best memories of a person because of the friends they made but this is not the case for me. Childhood for me; holds the source of sadness and the depression in me. Even though I said I made two close friends but during that time I always question myself,

“Are they really my close friend?” “What if they have other person that is closer to them and I’m actually not their close friend at all?” “What if I’m the only one feeling this way?” “What if…”

These questions haunt me over and over and over. This is due to me not being able to keep in touch with them after the school ends. My house is far from others, far from where my schoolmates live and I wasn’t allowed to go out to play even though I have a bicycle which I use to go to school. Trapped inside my home, not being able to socialise makes me a total opposite of what I am in my early childhood. I smile less and less and I hate almost everything and sometimes I cried when I was alone, when I remember that I’m different from anybody else.

I attended Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Banting for my secondary level of education and that’s also where my mom teaches. I commuted with my mom every day to school. It was being in this school I began to open my heart bit by bit but not until I was 15 years old that I began to open up more widely to people. I began drawing when I was 13 and that’s how I overcome the loneliness I felt at home. I don’t care about others and keep improving my manga drawing skill (Manga is comic in Japanese) and I live with my hobby because I was at home all the time. No outside activity. I adopted my hobby also due to the time I spend at home; I spend them to watch the television, specifically to watch the cartoons. I also read Japanese romance graphic novels that was translated to Malay. Many of my friends felt that I was childish compared to them. Even my mom said I was childish because I like to watch cartoon. But for me, to keep myself entertained and not that depressed was to watch cartoons and forget that I’m alone. I guess it’s my way of running from reality.

I started to have a best friend when I was 16. She shares the same hobby as me, watching cartoons from Japan and reading comics and she likes my drawing. We often listen to each other and chat with each other. When I was 16 also, I began to open up with more friends but all of them either are friendly to me or have the same hobby as me; reading graphic novels and watching cartoons.

Now.

Being in the university changes me a bit. I spend less time watching cartoons and reading comics but I still love them because they are my passion. How long will it be my passion, I don't know. Maybe forever. Maybe until I started working. My personality? Nothing much changes except for the fact that I become less depressed because I am used to being alone. I keep my mind from thinking about it too and I have found some friends here too. Different friends with different personality but I like and love them all. I wish to myself that this me will not change to worse again but for a better me.