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i've been hiding in my cocoon and it hasn't done me good.those who have been sticking up for me ,for the past several weeks , thanks a bunch kay! and now i choose to go back to my old URL and just act like nothing has happened,i hope this does me good in the end.insyaAllah

such a beautiful week,yet it ended ugly

last night was a blast,spent the whole night at mimi's and I felt free to pour her with my super sad feelings.how devastated I was that day because I just felt dumb.DUMB.i'll tell you briefly about the situation .when you learn something , you may get into confusions.its ok to have misconceptions at first.but as you tend to get along the learning system and unfortunately you tend to always I repeat well nearly always have misunderstandings its sickening!its almost making me bonkas knowing that I always have misconceptions in learning , but to be TOLD straight on my bloody face that I'm always facing misconceptions makes me feel like a damn klutz!after that,I became irrational and spent the hours in a tale of woe and puddles of tears.no one cared and no one listened.it took me times to knock some senses out of me and realise.He was with me all along.through joys and sorrows He was always with me.How self-centered i was all along.i know some may see
'nah,its not a big de…

24 12 09 an amalgamation of blissfulness

dear ifah,


happy birthday~
thanks to Allah you've reached 17
its not like everyday you get to be at this particular age
may your wishes come true
and be delighted of what you've become,
know that we all love you ok!
i love you so much!
be a darling ~





and

dear una

congratulations dear
for getting 9As
reminiscing the good old days when I was at you place
still...
there's so much a head
don't feel cosy and tend to sit down and relax
buck up and prepare for next year,
being a form four student is way tougher and challenging
but then again
enjoy the days of victory and never forget Him who answered your prayers,alhamdulillah!





from aqeelah the kakak mithali
call me a bummer or even a wimpy head.no matter how bright the sun shines or how wonderful the day was,i just can't seem to get out and generate sweat.i'd rather sit at my cosy place in the corner of my apartment or rather get exhausted from running upstairs and downstairs of the staffroom staircase,or else be at the freezing library till late evenings but to see me at the field, i don't think so.i know you need to at least,get out!capture some fresh air,they always try to convince me to get out and run around,but i politely deny and escape myself.well,lets call it an end for 2009 which means an end for the monsoon season in simple words goodbye rainy days.and to think for three consecutive days,my housemate,well not entirely all but one of them has been playing around getting all muddy and sweaty at ktt's fine field.she even came back with a grin last night,saying she won over futsal 6-2 and scored nearly half of it.bullseye!so yeay!i'm happy for her alright.but t…
I go to malls, I see christmas trees everywhere and glittery decorations dangling here and there.I here christmas carols at every corner and every shops seem to be having mega sales(I guess I'm counting on that one).but deep down in me,I still don't see the rational reason why we actually have to do all these things and decorate thoroughly.wait!this has definitely got nothing to do with racism.of course not.its just,whats up with the christmas tree,santa and rudolf the red nose reindeer thingy?It's not like Malaysia's going to be snowing this december(and everyone knows that)!Unless,I definitely mean unless,Allah wants it to snow here,then it'll snow.Regardless,what's the fuss about it?I reckon I should sit back and think again.Have a merry december.




credits to patty
should have done this ages ago...
and i do really mean long time ago
oh well here goes nothing


presenting

All 12

from left : fauzi,safwan,amirul,nuril,zulhilmi,wafie,zaim
miss halimahtun,sufian,faizal,idris,zakwan

from left (behind):nadirah
adilah,nabilah,khairunnisa,alyani,anis,me,miza,harisah
nadiah,ayunie,jawahir,miss halimahtuh,zuraidah,nabila
zawani,azila and ilani

salam maal hijrah

salam maal hijrah to all muslim readers out there!Its good to start a new year with a new refreshing goal.today is already 2 muharram 1431,and yet if we reflect the islamic history,we realise that islam has always faced its ups and down.it started ages ago when our great great ancestors prophet adam (as) was sent down to earth from heaven.him and eve help make the earth alive with the help from our creator, and since then islam has been evolving.every prophet had there own teaching style of the ad-deen accordingly and our generation as we are all well awared,that obviously we are following the Al-Quran and sunnah.we heard sometimes about sacrifice of the sahabat to protect islam , how bilal bin rabah managed to yell Ahad! Ahad! eventhough the musyriks was jeopardizing him.and to think many more of these cruel intentions and actions done by the musyriks in order to weaken the muslims,but alas! none gave up nor did they step back,but Rasulullah and the sahabat became more determined tha…
try putting three adorable little kids in a room
what do you get?
sweet chipmunks!
















ainul mardhiah
ainul madihah
sumayyah adni


kudos to their parents for raising three sweeties as healthy as ever!
suddenly i feel like humming this song
again and again
and
oh no...
the tears are flowing again
i'm heart broken...
i know ... its a christmas song
but try read between the lines
all i want for christmas is YOU
jolly i need the love of my family back
is there something really wrong
or i'm the one who's fidgeting!!!

rise and shine people!its such a wonderful day today.and it is the feeling that you gain whenever you are in cloud nine.its not everyday you get to be on that cloudy you know!its nearly a week the curtains of the new semester has been pulled open.and as everyone in sepang knows.the weather has been always bright and shiny as always.so are the days there.just got all my results.i guess i'm going to be a permanent library consumer.well what do you expect!its only average but above my own par.I aimed for 70 above and alhamdulillah I got all B's.
I feel so grateful to Allah for giving me the opportunity to get this kind of result.i know its not a big deal and WTH its not like I got all As.duh...still can't seem to beat the awesome loony or even pass the cut off point,pity me.But when you are the kind of student,who always stares dumbfounded at the board whenever lectures over,the regular faces seen in the staff room,always difficult to understand a topic and typicallyslowin eve…
I was blog walking and I came across this blog who i obviously don't even know.then I suddenly couldn't let my eyes off a caption he wrote

to stalk is capricious , being stalked is a compliment.
it is a little preposterous, yet funny.


LOL!
it's raining cats and dogs with thunderstorm whacking your bedroom window every hour.you are scared to death and try to curl yourself  as small as possible because you feel you're as cold as ice cubes and wish you had fur like the polar bears to resist the coldness.you wander in your labyrinth of thoughts and end up drift off.the moment you awaken,it has stopped raining.what a relief!you peep out of the windows and is mesmerized too see the most captivating rainbow ever!you are in cloud nine and the whole world is enlighten by the smile on your face.



*sighs*


voila bean.literally-rainbows are AWEsome and they can put a smile on anyones face.figuratively-life has the ups and downs in it.if you always face the dark side.don't sink into misery.there will always be the bright side in it.no matter what.


its been long and i really mean  L O N G time since i talked to you bean.and i enjoyed every minute.

~

venue:school
time constrain:a couple years ago
damsel A and damsel B were walking hands in hands.they knew they were going to be best pals forever.both were noisy and sometimes a little outrageous but they were definitely the down to earth type.they had differences that were negligible enough to complement each other.they were each other's shining armour and shared giggles,tears,gossips and the list goes on.but one day which turned out to be a turning point towards their friendship,B was asked out and began courting.Their friendship started to mess up and A and B wasn't seen anymore holding hands.

ironically

venue:college
time constrain:a couple of years after school
damsel A and damsel C were always seen walking twosomes.they still weren't best friends yet,but A secretly adored C.whenever C was distressed A felt the pain too.she didn't know about C but she just had to protect A.one was loud,the other was a little quiet.one loved to talk and she could bear talking til…

thanks for the poem abah!

How does it feel when the amalgamation of sadness and joy linger together?How can you cherish love to the beloved ones?What do you do when you request for something and straight away get it?absurd,overjoyed and bizarre is what I can merely say for now? Since little,I was the apple of the eye.I get what I desire.They play the games according to my rules.I can boss anyone I like.I conquer everything.But sadly,due to all these,I lose respect,they don't turn to me,and the most thing I fear is they will hate me so much.That is why,day by day I'm determined to change.yet,I've never change but continue being a pain in the ass!I love these people.Terribly love them that if I lose them I end up shattered into pieces and i don't think it's going to be an easy task to fix me up again.Enough said!
Pin-drop silence
I need to get back into reality,I splash water to my face to wake up.To realise where I am standing and obviously to get going.So, while the time continues tick-tickin…

think about it

On the authority of Abdullah bin Abbas, who said;One day I was behind the prophet and he said to me:
"Young man,I shall teach you some words[of advice]:be mindful of Allah and Allah will protect you.be mindful of Allah,and you will find Him in front of you.If you ask,ask of Allah;if you seek help,seek help of Allah.Know that if the nation were to gather together to benefit you with anything,it would benefit you only with something that Allah had prescribed for you,and that if they gather together to harm you with anything,they would harm you only with something Allah had already prescribed for you.The pens have been lifted and the pages have dried."
narrated by Termithi,who said it is true and fine hadith.
there's this new thing I just love doing right now.searching for super-duper cool icons.i'm going to paste some here and the person who designed these icons,thanks a bunch.you did a great job!

credits to : 750virago
when will A levels end?the journey's too long and I just can't wait to  


INDIA.here I come

credits to 750virago
when I was in primary,the first time I went in front of public was during a story telling competition.how I stammered and  tears of sweat dribbled down my body.I totally freaked out at first and nearly passed out.my heart ached of misery and I felt like I better climb into my show boat and row all the way out of school!but deep down in me,something whispered,'just bear for one second,its nothing' and what shocked me was that I survived the competition,not only that I sang and did funny stunts that I had practiced with my abah and ummi.gosh,wasn't that a nice piece of experience i went through.and when I tend to think back about it,I chuckle to myself!I even remember the so long story's title.The Gingerbread Man
.

credits to fanel
i feel a little down today
does someone care to delight me with some candies?

credits to fanel

p/s thanks a bunch najwa!
I just love white so much...





credits to quatrex
the holidays are coming to its end.i guess i'll be closing the curtains of this year with piles and piles and definitely more piles of book




credits to quatrex
current addiction:

never take someone for granted,hold every person close to your heart because you might wake up one day and realize that you have lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones.

srebrenica massacre

I was helping myself with this heartbreaking documentary.It was about Serbia or it used to be known as srebrenica.it was particularly about ethnics cleansing. I realised that Bosnians Serb's didn't only act as villains to the Bosniaks (muslim) but they commited the attack in a very indescribable way.this massacre in serbia happened more then a decade ago yet ironically it happens everywhere,anywhere.the issue is simple,non muslims hate muslims and want to get rid of the muslims so they do anything as long as no muslims are left on earth!Iraq,afghanistan and now the latest news is regarding gaza in palestin.what's wrong with the non muslims?after torturing,tormenting,assasinating, what do they get?seeing rivers of bloods streaming within their feet,hundreds of bodies stacked high enough to build a mountain and people here and there dreading for their loved ones.I repeat,what do they get?satisfaction!fame!glory!Sadly in Malaysia,the citizens here just adore these west peopl…

speechless

still under some ferocious attack
I can't even ventilate my air breathing properly
millions of thanks to ummi and abah for the support
I'll utilize it to the maximum and never again
will you hear any whining or grumbles
OMG what have I been doing???



suddenly start thinking to make this blog a private blog.should I or should I not.(while plucking out petals)

guilt

I tend to blog every hour.whats wrong with me!but I must say my posts sometimes are super-duper lame.I want to write freely.I want to use English.I repeat proper English!yet how do you write posts that use appropriate language at the same time come out looking superb!I'm influenced by writing details of what happen to me that bores people to death.who the bloody hells want to know whats happening to your dead boring life.
Then again,the guilt has creeped in me again.Its like a silent killer.why should i care about what people care when they don't even care about you.fuh...thank god I stpped,it nearly turned into a tongue twister.
why do I blog?
for my own sake.
there's just this feeling when you spill everything out,you get a satisfaction that you get once in a blue moon.I must continue blogging.never ending posts.

To-Do-List
get my own Pc
volunteer somewhere,somehow
get a sling bag
read bio,chem,physics(duh..it's the holidays!get a rest!)

lament

Waking the girls up was quite an exhausting thing to do.they'll just peep behind their duvet and continue their so long never ending dreams.
*coughing*
well that includes me.and it nearly took the whole morning for everyone to get ready for breakfast.abah took us to uitm's cafe and everyone started choosing what to gobble up.i was totally ravenous,so i decided to have cheese omelet.and i must say if you mix it with baked beans,toast and sausage what do you get?a classical english breakfast, which leads to SUPER-LICIOUS.while waiting,ifah was suddenly Berita Harian which she took out of no where and started to pre-occupy herself with it.while flipping the pages,something caught my eyes.
*eyes shining*
Anugerah UPSR Negeri Terengganu 2009.
Abruptly I started to find my former primary school's name.after torturing the poor little newspaper,at last I caught the name of my school Sekolah Kebangsaan Sura.proudly,they produced many 5As kids.i must say Well Done to the adik-adik.
*sighi…

PICNIKing

i was going through pictures that i put up on friendster and i found out too many memorable pictures,with families and friends.still i need to reminisce the days when i was addicted to edit photos or picniking,nearly every picture that i took was edited.i guess i should store them here after series of computer formatting ,my pictures have been deleted numerous times and i cant afford to lose more!!






with Tun Dr M during 2002 for the LHDN essay award


motivational quote during SPM



best buddy :shakira


English Language Society High Committee



sista's at school,kak long-farah,me and adik-meyo


a will by our debate leader kak ain

internet clan FAQE-farah,ezza,munira and me




my sisters for life-me,ifah,una,maryam


cousins

thats all for now
it's a reminder for me...to always demolish any temptations either physically or emotionally to still perform the solat.InsyaAllah

going bonkas!

I've just found out my holidays has been extended!
how good does that sound!
great!
now i have to alter my plan before i end up hibernating this whole month
i thought beavers were just like that
didn't know I'm following their footsteps
anyway,if we sleep too much,is it going to deteriorate our mind?
hope not though.and i'm still wondering about the volunteer stuff,where am I suppose to do it?when should I start?am I going to finish up my days in front of the pc?

p/s i love questioning myself,yet no answers seem to pop up.my soul is going dry and mind is clueless.really missing usrah's with sisters.

question mark

the insanity of being outrageous has to be put to its end.
the feeling gets numb if it happens frequently
the fact of being uncontrollable isn't a good omen
the solution needs to be done immediately
do i have the will to do it
how on earth should i do it
please tell me

without words the heart knows

after tormented and battled through Finals,I'm currently home and addicted to the drama you're beautiful besides my routine that is arising at midday.the plot is cliche where the lady mi nyeo who has to possess as her brother mi nam being a singer of the most loved boy band of all time ANJELL.When the members end up to know shes a girl ,they all end , well what else can you think of,loving her of course.well theres of course the leading cast where the lady is acted by park shin hye and the man is jang geun seuk and they are pertty hilarious.its a mix of a pinch of coffe prince with some spray of boys over flowers,so why dont you give this a try.

theres this one scene that actually turns out to be the scene that makes me fall for this drama.when mi nam has to debut a song wrote by tae kyung.at first she was pushed by her manager to sing it with her heart because they say she sings it monotonously.so she goes back to her village where in coincidence was her father's funeral a…