my problem

i have problem saying no to people






which sometimes put me in a really difficult situation




"No I dont want to! Just because I dont want to! And no I have no reason or justification to say no to your request, any problem?"

if only I can say that right at their faces


but
I
cant

When you being special is an understatement=)

Today is the day where someone very special to me was born, 24 years ago (woah umur makcik ;p)
She is my best friend: Miss Ernie Syahida

So nah, a present, a special poem specially picked for you:

Friends like us

Friend like us dont need to see each other everyday

no matter how long its been since we were last together,

we just pick up right where we left off

Friends like us  dont need to ask for help

we just know that we'll always be there for each other,

anytime anywhere.

Friends like us dont need to apologize for our bad days or our bad moods

we just understand that life isnt always the brightest 

and we take turns to cheering each other up

Friends like us dont need to tell each other how much we care

we can just feel the strength of our friendship in our hearts

Friends like us..

are the very best kind of all

-Rachyl Taylor

nah, have your cake=D

Ernie Syahida,

I am one of the many people who are glad that you were born

Thank you for bringing the light and laughter into our lives

I pray that you will be blessed with happiness, good health, wisdom, prosperity, success and every good things in this world, and more so in hereafter

Semoga berjumpa prince charming yang beriman, kacak, tinggi dan kaya cepat cepat;p

Although I dont say this often, 

I Love You my dear friend

and have a happy birthday!!

mmuahs<3

we look good together huh? *perasan*

p/s- I write this entry 3 days earlier as my school's internet connection...hmm paham2 je la haha.

Hello impersonator

assalamualaikum

Hello Hello Helloooooo

Hi all

I know ive been quite quiet (ha hows that for a tongue twister, or even an eye twister? heheh), its just that living in the area where the phone coverage is almost non-existence, let alone having an internet connection is really not a good booster for blog-writing. Yup im back in Malaysia and right now I am doing my practical in MRSM Kuala Kubu Baru, a cute, peaceful and beautiful town where you can take a tour around the whole city in less than 10 minutes but I must admit it bores me to death. That is the reason I come back home once a week, just because I need to recharge myself and find the strength to continue fighting on, week in week out.

Anyway, the thing that has made me wanting to write again is because *surprise surprise* apparently i have been informed by one of my friends that somebody actually took pictures and entries from this blog and put it in her blog, as if that is her pictures and she is the one writing the entries. Ok to be honest I've actually read about this kind of thing before, in one of the blog im reading. One of the bloggers writes on how the story of how she met her future husband was totally being  copied by this one girl (but she changed the pictures) as if it is her love story. But I never would have thought that someone would copy the entries from my blog, cause its not that great a blog anyway (I write merapu kerapu stuffs).

Now I totally understand why the blogger was pretty upset about her stories being stolen. True, there might not be a big harm being done to us by someone copying our writings. Looking at it in a different perspective, we should also be flattered that somebody somewhere in the world are wishing to lead the life we are leading that they are actually stealing our stories. But the thing about stealing the stories is that they actually mock our sincerity in writing those entries. When I read back my entries that she has chose to put into her blog as her entries, I feel upset because those were the entries I wrote when I was feeling really emotional (be it happy, upset, sad, excited, etc.), those were my entries about my loved ones-my family and my friends (how could you copy my whole entry about me missing my family and and put the pictures of your family instead?? Thats quite cheap dont you think?) and I wrote them from my heart. You might think it is so easy to pen anything in a blog but it was not easy for me. Its not often that I have something to say and when I do say its because it is something really meaningful to me. It is special, its my brainchild, no matter how stupid and menial it seems to others. What the blog theft is doing is not just stealing writings, she is actually cheapening the value of those memories.

And dont you think its weird too? Why would you need to have someone else's pictures in your blog to claim that it is you? Are you that unhappy with your life that you need to pretend that you are living in a different way? I only have one advice for you dear Miss Blog Theft if you are reading this, no matter how boring, uneventful you think your life is, it is the life that Allah has created for you, and the fact that we are alive as the most perfect creature  (according to Quran) on this earth means that it is special enough. Having an interesting life does not have to mean you need to have an eventful life, day in day out, but it depends on how you look at it and how you appreciate the life you are having, every single day. Try writing your own entry, biarlah stupid pun, at least its your own entry, its something that belongs to you, and only you.

So there, I have said what I wanted to say. If u happened to read this dear Miss Blog Theft, I forgive you. But could you please please delete the pictures of me with my friends on your blog? They are my friends you know, not yours=) And thanks for copying the "about me" part. I took some time and thought hard for that and I thought its pretty lovely too (perasan) but I am sure you can come out with something as nicer or even nicer. One tip: do it from your heart.

Amik kau skali tulis panjang berjela jela. ngeh2. huwahh it feels great to write again=)

".. Or maybe it was just that when people are lonely they cling to anything not to feel that way any more.."- The Book of Tomorrow, Cecilia Ahern

Maybe, just maybe thats what I've been doing all along

dont judge a book by its cover

insyaAllah, this is for the best as Allah knows best=)

i dont wanna get fat (fatter). Sob

assalamualaikum to all readerss(bajet. ceh mcm la ada orang baca pun)

anyway, here I am, writing this entry from the khatulistiwa (ape eh benda ni in english?) country- Malaysia oh tanah airkuu! I'm back, and its for good this time. I'm still finding it hard to digest that my time as a university student has finally over, i guess when its time for me to enter classrooms as a pratical teacher, only then I will realize that "this is it man, im an adult now"

its my fourth day in Malaysia now, and I think the activity that I have done the most is eating. Yes, eating eating and more eating. Since I have nothing else to do at home, to kill the boredom or to avoid more sleeping, I eat. Which is not a good thing considering that not only my mother is commenting that I am fat upon first seeing me at the airport, but also the mothers of my other friends (how is that for lowering your self esteem?). Tapi rasanya mengembang sbb pressure dalam kapal terbang la. Kaki and tangan semua jadi mcm swollen (alasan lagi).Haha. It has made me scared of going out in case I will meet my old friends, and receiving the same comment. I am also trying to brace myself from future comments that I would definitely get from my relatives soon enough when I get the chance to meet them. HUAAAAAA.

To tell you the truth its not like I wasnt aware how much weight I've been gaining during my stay in NZ (blame NZ for making me fat!) but its just that people are not commenting as much there as they are seeing me on regular basis, so they are not really aware of my proses pengembangan. Obviously that is not the case for people who havent seen for quite a while. Huaaa sempat ke nak kurus before jumpa sedara mara (berangan. joging pun malas). Takpe, berusaha!

You know one thing I actually have been wanting to talk about (related to my homecoming) is how touched I was by the love and care people had actually bestowed on me during my stay in NZ. And ive only realized that when I was about to leave NZ. I had people who honestly feel saddened by the thought of  me leaving, who actually cried at the airport as we are hugging for the last time. And I am totally humbled by the experience because I feel that I honestly dont deserve their love. I havent really done a lot for them, and I dont think I've been a very good friend, or a sister to them but they still place me as a significant someone on their heart. and everytime I though of this, I am reminded to this ayaah:

"dan ingatlah nikmat Allah ke atas kamu ketika dulunya kamu saling bermusuhan maka Allah telah menyatukan hati - hati kamu, lalu dengan nikmat Allah itu kamu bersaudara sedang kamu telah berada di jurang api neraka, lantas Allah menyelamatkan kamu daripadanya. Demikianlah dijelaskan oleh Allah kepada kamu ayat - ayatNya, mudah - mudahan kamu beroleh petunjuk" [Ali Imran: 103]

Indeed, the one who connects our hearts is Allah. Kalau aku tak join usrah dulu, mungkin tak tergerak pun nak kenal orang2 lain selain dari clique sendiri. Tapi Alhamdulillah, through usrah I dont only get friends who would love me because of Allah, but sisters for life insyaAllah..And I'm really grateful and thankful for that Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah. I will always remember you guys as long as Allah allows me to. 

Thank you thank you thank you for all your love.

oh sarah anda sungguh random. tajuk lain cerita lain

nah gmbr gadis gemuk:

tak lupa juga, gmbr2 orang yang dikasihi yang ditinggalkan:

last but not least, gmbr makanan kegemaran di restoran kegemaran (ok ni tiba-tiba)

ok bye. 

humans, we are vulnerable creature

we are, believe it or not, we have too many things at stake which often is, beyond our control.

but of course as human, we tend to forgot that. we think we are invincible. we think nothing can hurt us. but do u know just one stroke of fate by Allah can change your life in a blink of an eye?

we can count how many times actually in a day we truly remember Allah. If we are honest we'll admit that even while praying our mind wanders away

but in adversity and in desperate times, we WILL for sure remember Him

we can count how many minutes in a day we remember Allah (if we are really honest, we'll admit that we even think of something else when we are praying), but in desperate times, we'll always, always come back to Allah and pray hard for His help.

only in times of adversity (death, natural disaster, etc.) we will, for sure remember how powerful He is, and how very weak, powerless, vulnerable we are, to go against the fate that has been stored for us

may we be amongst those who wont only remember Him when we are in difficulties, and may we always be strong in facing His trials in life