Saturday, April 30, 2011

And they tied the knot =)

...So yesterday was a very prosperous and delightful day for the British citizens,partly [I'll get back to you on this], the royal families and not to forget, the worldwide entirely.

I was among the virtual spectator for that momentic event, I was in awe looking at the tremendously big crowd whom I got to know that some of them had been camping for days just to witness the wedding [ni kita panggil semangat kentang!]

Waiting for the groom and the bride to be, it was a very boring and draggy sight. Were just observing the arrival of special guests into the church, some were well-known figures like ex-jersey no.7,David Beckham, Sir Rowan Atkinson [Mr.Bean!], Guy Ritchie, Elton John and wifey/hubby [I don't know he functions as what,LOL]. Ahh not to mention, I was totally disturbed at the sight of HIDEOUS hats worn by the ladies. I know it's a protocol to put something on their heads but they were putting on ridiculously-looking rubbish-like hats!  [pardon me for my extra work on negative lexicals ]

After a while, the royal guests arrived....I love the organization of guests arrival; commoners with titles,royal families,Kate's family, the princes, Prince Charles&wife, Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip and lastly the bride herself

Upon the arrival of Kate, I don't need to comment here, but I'm pretty much sure that most if not everyone were enchanted by her beauty and her stunning wedding dress. YES, the first time I was really really interested with a wedding dress and the details  [what ghost came into me IDK].

After some biblical sermons and a lot of choir singing [boh-ring!], they finally tied the knot and both seemed so in love and happy.

So, congratulations to both Duke and Duchess of Cambridge! [among their given titles]. Please stay happily married until death you apart.Do not cheat and betray on each other. And may you continue doing charity works to the needy people  =)) [just like Lady Diana...pleaseeeee]

Plus, commoners tax money were being used just for that matter, see how much money were wasted when the other parts of the world are suffering great loss and need figures to re-make their life. So, having that sum of money just for a wedding, don't go into divorce  [advance thinking this is],ok?  [harapan menggunung tinggi depa akan baca :p]

the day I fell hopelessly in love...with a wedding dress,LOL

It was good recalling back the history of the British monarchy and I just love Britain! THE END.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Love is in the air~~~~


The Royal Wedding would be tomorrow [29th April,2011]

The closest I got to Prince Willy would be....

HIS WAX!!!lol

Bet the air in Britain, especially in London would be so lively and flaggy  [bendera UK sini sana as from what I saw in tuh-em-blur :p]

Lady D would be so proud of Prince Willy if she was still around. Hopefully they will lead a life long marriage until they die.

Shaadi Mubarak Prince Willy!   :D

Prince Willy was a pet name me and my bestie Anjali gave to him when we were little...huhe~

still reigning

gorgeous Lady Diana

Don't play dirty,please!

I personally think it is best if they put a 18SX warning sign at the beginning of the TV [thy-shall-not-be-written-of] news segment. Today was just way out of line,wayyy wayy out of line. Enough said.

Mr.Z out of nowhere made a claim that Sheikh Sudais is Wahabbi and trying to spread "wrong" ideologies.

Why are the big/well-known people becoming so clever and attention-getter-ish?!!

never insult,just be sarcastic..hoho

one positive thing that I got from watching the tv today:

"Kalau lu tgk lu susah, orang lain lagi susah" kata aunty [forgot her name] during "Bersamamu" segment. A very motivational reminder from a person whom we may see as less fortunate but still knows how to be grateful.

Oh oh....

Prince W is getting married on the 29th of April. I loved Lady D when I was little.Miss K got Lady D's ring.The people of Britain want Prince W to be their king.

the older we get, the more we realize how not all people play a clean'uzubillah min zalik



Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Beautiful [poem]

It is only a tiny rosebud,
flower of my Lord’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
My Lord opens this flower so sweetly,
When in my hands they fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of my Lord’s design,
Then how can I think I have wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I’ll trust in Him for His leading
Each moment of every day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the pilgrim’s way.

The pathway that lies before me,
Only my Compassionate Lord knows.
I’ll trust in Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

~ Author Unknown

Monday, April 25, 2011

funny exam answers

One of my lecturers in my FB loves to post funny answers made by students in their American Literature final examination paper.

We call her "Kak Mei" because that is how she wants us to address her. She's one krezeh lecturer I've ever known. I don't know whether she knows how to be sad because she's so bubbly, cheerful, cheeky, hilarious, friendly and many more attributes you would like in a "teacher".

She does this thing in class where even an extremely shy student has to,by hook or by crook talk once in awhile. I think I was less shy in her class because the atmosphere was very lively and the class was supposed to be at the peakest sleepy hours  [tengahari terik]

Coming back to the exam papers, below are the posts she's made for this semester's exam. I LOL'ed reading them:

omg patriotic much?

maybe the kid was thinking about upgrading his/her comp's RAM :p

confused with a mixture of movies,lol


omg! another movie enthusiast :P

that's racist! LOL

Can read more funny statuses in my friend's entries:




I really don't understand how on earth did they come up with such funny answers?!! Or maybe they were blanked and thought that Kak Mei wouldn't mind reading ridiculous answers. If other lecturers,I DARE say they won't have the guts! ha...ha...ha

I really enjoyed this class  :D



Sunday, April 24, 2011

Bila rakan sepermainan berkahwin

Seorang demi seorang sahabat seangkatan yang sudah dan bakal melangsungkan perkahwinan. Invitation di FB sudah berderet-deret. Lagi-lagi yang jemput mcm "surprise" gitu...Lagi-lagi kalau kawan sekolah,rendah dan menengah. Kenal dari zaman pakai tudung punyalah selebet, main kejar-kejar,main lompat getah, main dam haji,main ceper, beradik angkat, laki anti perempuan, kena denda dengan cikgu dan macam2 hal lagi lah....tapi tetap kesayangan cikgu-cikgu  :D

yang dah berkahwin:

Zaid  [one baby girl already,mabruk!]
Ali Mahfuz  [one baby boy,mabruk!]
Eizaz&Sajidah  [ni pasangan yang sekelas dari darjah 5, baby on the way inshaAllah end of May or early June, kan Sajid?  barakallahu lakuma! xsabar nak timang baby 6pintar! :D]

dan juga yang bakal2 berkahwin xlama lagi :P  [krel dan syahir OTW  inshaAllah ]

Tak lupa juga kawan-kawan sekolah menengah. Time ni fasa insaf tangan nasheed sikit...huuu. My batch di smih memang ramai sangat dah walimah dan menimang anak pertama dan seterusnya. Latest update ada 3 lagi dalam tahun ni.

banat form 3

yang dah berkahwin:

liyana  [baru dapat baby boy,mabruk!]
husna  [baby..girl? mabruk!]
zahura hani@ayu  [baby boy,mabruk!]
sarah rashid  [baru nikah bulan lepas]
hairani @noni  [baru juga nikah]
farihah@eah  [inshaAllah walimah 8 mei ni]
Maimunah @mai  [rakan semeja ni....T_T]
Syazwani @wani  korea [ xlama lagi..hee]

yang lelaki memang xingat lah sebab ramai betul dah walimah walhal ada dua kelas je my batch :p

Wah ramainya! X masuk lagi kawan2 di starp dan smkaBP! Happy tengok bila kawan-kawan masuk fasa baru...mengembangkan empayar Islam,inshaAllah :D   *titis2 air mata*

Semoga berbahagia hingga syurga,ameen  =)



Friday, April 22, 2011

My life as a translator


It's been a while since I wrote anything specific about my working life per say. If I browse back to my earliest entries,I did mention of  writing about my work every now and then.

Well, here goes.

It's nothing much or interesting. Not a popular work like being a doctor, engineer, accountant, economist,lecturer, teacher, excetera2.

People who wishes fame shouldn't enter this field because it doesn't give you fame.

If you wish for a good night sleep during bedtime, then you shouldn't consider this field also.

I'm not sabotaging or degrading this job but I have to give a sneak peak of what to expect.

Frankly speaking, at first I really loved being employed as a translator because of the jobscope that doesn't require me to deal with...ermmm...PEOPLE?

But then,I got bored and stressed out. I'm actually an In-House translator. Whaddaya mean In-House? It means I work from home/at home.

My means of communication with my colleagues are through SKYPE and OUTLOOK email. NO,not calling2...just typing2  [glad for that!]

Colleagues are scattered in Egypt,Japan,UK and I'm not sure where else but throughout the world lah. So, we could identify the first mishap, DIFFERENT TIMEZONE

My official working hours should be, 9-6 but actually it goes way beyond that. I'm not saying they [superiors] are pressuring me to work late at night but the situations make it to happen so. My friends get weird when I'm quite active in fb in the morning and then I say, today I had to sleep at 3-4 AM. During the active moments in fb would be the time I don't have any tasks to do at all. I always receive tasks during late evening or night time because in their respective countries, it's still early in the morning.

I'm a very responsible and dedicated employee  [cewahhh masuk bakul seh!!] and I don't do fbs,tumblrs and what not whilst working. If they give me late tasks, the deadline for submission would suffice me to finish it in the morning but I'm not the kind who can sleep peacefully thinking I have something pending. I'm just weird like that T_T  

So,what do I do as a translator?

I translate, of course!hahaha...No really, I kid you not.

I translate from BI-MALAY-BI [depends]

If not translating,I'd be reviewing/editing other translators works. Something I help around with the Malay contacts. I have translated for some big and well known companies...awal2 dlu memang cuak tau! Among them would be Nokia,Samsung,HP,Sony, yang lain2 cheq lupa. It also requires me to do a LOT of researching via the internet to see whether a word I'm using is used correctly in that specific manner.

No I don't translate leisure story books or novels.I translate formal and specific terms, which makes it more difficult and challenging T_T

Hmm..what more what more?

The pay is OK lah for a newbie like me plus I work from home so I save transport and food expenses,alhamdulillah after a few months,I got my baby Suhaan =)

But to consider it as a long term work...not really...I kinda miss socializing with people eventhough I'm shy in nature [omaigod wTfish?] plus my parent wants me to have a work that has more employee benefits.

Imagine if I want to be a lecturer??? the world would break into two! I won't believe it myself..hahaha

It has been 7 months already....How time flies by, I'm proud of myself  [who else wants to be proud of me T_T] because I didn't rely on anyone [kronies] to get this job. I'm grateful to Allah because he settled me with a nice job for my first official job after graduating, Alhamdulillah  =)....I'm thankful to my parents though I know they want me to work elsewhere, they never pressured me in doing so and they supported my decission. I'm one stubborn homosapien  :P

What I've gained from this job? Priceless experiences of handling communication with superiors, using challenging translation tools like SDXL,TRADOS,WORDFAST,DEJAVU,etc2, searching for words via online dictionaries/hardcopies, dealing with challenging specific terms/jargons especially involving MEDICAL and MONEY terms  [ berpeluh bulu mata ok!]....I also gained eye power  [SAYA SI BUTA], frequent headaches but in the end, it's all worth it =)

I may be complaining every now and then....but deep down inside, I love my job!  =)

I think everyone should love their jobs...because Allah made it happen for us and whatever happens to us, will turn out GOOD eventually =)

What a long rant,am I right or wrong?

Okay okay....I'm almost done.




I still have a long journey to go and I pray that whatever I do, may Allah bless me,ameen

p/s: I didn't take time to browse through any grammatical errors...pardon me any language experts reading this,too tired to read back :p  [ tulis xpenat :p]



Thursday, April 21, 2011


Today I've come to realize that so many of my friends will be pursuing their Master's Degree [M.A] this coming September. Some will be continuing it locally while some others will be flying off to foreign countries like UK and OZ [jeleznya jeleznya T_T]  

And here I am, all lost and left behind. What happened? Maybe I got caught up with work and next thing you know, it's already near May.

To fulfill my eagerness to study, I should just pick any local Universities and proceed,

BUT, I have a dream...and I don't want to make it to "I HAD a dream"

Allahu Musta'an,He knows best...

Whatever I decide in the near future, hopefully I have gained  peace at heart while deciding...Don't wanna rush into things.

Maybe not this year...maybe this year...still have time

And now, I'm beginning to have questions


So...2011 is a year where most of my friends are getting married, expecting first child, working, and pursuing MAs....

Enough venting  =)


can't deny that I AM feeling a bit stressful about this matter though....



Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Ku kongsikan dengan semua

copy-pasted from: SERENDIPITY

**read until finish...sangat2 menyentuh hati  T_T



Ini adalah cerita benar. Cerita benar seorang penulis yang berjaya. Beginilah kisahnya...

Entahlah apa yang selalu bermain pada fikiran ayah. Apabila saya ingin pulang kembali ke kota, dia kerap meminta duit. Seakan-akan mendesak.... "Ada duit? Minta ayah sedikit..."

Saya masih ingat waktu itu kehidupan saya terlalu sukar. Untuk mendapat seratus ringgit di dalam poket pada satu-satu masa pun payah. Kalau balik kampung selalunya duit yang ada hanya cukup-cukup tambang. Mujurlah, isteri dan anak-anak saya sudah faham. Alhamdulilah mereka 'sporting' dan tidak banyak meragam.

"Emak, ayah asyik minta duit. Bukan tak mahu bagi, tapi saya memang tak ada duit," Bisik saya kepada emak. Emak seperti biasa, berwajah selamba, sukar ditembak reaksinya.

"Bagilah beberapa yang ada," cadang emak pendek. "Takkan 5 ringgit?"

Emak mengganguk. Saya rasa bersalah untuk memberi ayah wang sebanyak itu. Apalah yang boleh dibeli dengan wang 5 ringgit. Tapi kerana tidak mahu menghampakan harapan ayah dan ikutkan cadangan emak, saya gagahi juga memberinya.

Ayah selalunya tersenyum menerima pemberian saya. Tetapi yang mengejutkan ialah apabila kami sekeluarga berada dalam perut bas dalam perjalanan pulang ke kota. Di kocek anak saya sudah terselit wang sepuluh ringgit. Siapa yang bagi kalau bukan ayah? 10 tolak 5, saya masih 'untung' 5 ringgit. Geli hati mengenangkannya.

Begitulah selalunya tahun demi tahun. Apabila kami pulang ziarah ke kampung, saya akan memberi pemintaan ayah. Kadangkala terlupa, tetapi ayah akan selalu mengingatkan. Akhirnya, saya memang sediakan peruntukan khas untuk diberikan kepada ayah setiap kali pulang kampung. Kedudukan ekonomi saya yang masih goyah kadangkala hanya mengizinkan wang dua ringgit untuk diberikan kepada ayah. Ironinya, ayah tetap dengan pemintaannya dan tetap tersenyum apabila menerima. Tidak kira berapa jumlahnya. Emak terus-terusan selamba. Saya masih sukar menandingi ketajaman rasa seorang isteri (emak) dalam memahami hati suaminya (ayah).

Begitupun setiap kali dalam perjalanan pulang, kocek anak saya akan jadi sasaran. Kadang-kadang itulah duit pelengkap membeli tiket pulang. Ayah akan siap memasukkan duit yang melebihi jumlah yang saya berikan kepadanya. Saya tidak mengambil masa lama untuk memahami apa maksud tersirat di sebalik perlakuan ayah itu. Dia meminta wang pada saya bukan kerana 'tidak ada', tetapi dia ada sesuatu yang lebih besar ingin dicapainya atau disampaikannya.

Namun, secara bertahap-tahap buku tulisan saya semakin mendapat sambutan. Bukan itu sahaja, perniagaan yang saya mulakan secara kecil-kecilan semakin membesar. Kalau dulu kami pulang ke kampung dengan bas, tetapi selepas beberapa tahun saya pulang dengan kereta milik sendiri. Saya masih ingat komen ayah ketika saya pulang dengan kereta kecil Kancil milik kami sendiri.
"Nanti, besarlah kereta kamu ini...." ujur ayah sambil tersenyum.

Apapun saya tetap memenuhi permintaan ayah setiapkali pulang ke kampung. Wang saya dahulukan kepadanya. Dan ayah juga konsisten dengan sikapnya, ada sahaja wang yang diselitkan ke dalam kocek anak saya.

"Eh tak payahlah ayah..." Sekarang saya mula berani bersuara. Ekonomi keluarga sudah agak stabil. Malu rasanya mengambil duit ayah walaupun perantaraan pemberian datuk kepada cucunya. Saya tahu dan sedar, hakikatnya ayah hendak memberi kepada saya sejak dulu, tetapi sengaja atau tidak ingin, saya merasa segan, duit diberi melalui anak.

"Kenapa, dah kaya?" usik ayah. Namun, duit dikocek anak tetap diselitkannya. Cuma sekarang bezanya, duit itu tidak lagi 'dikebas' oleh saya. Dan dalam hati, saya mula berasa senang kerana jumlah yang saya berikan kepada ayah, kini sudah melebihi apa yang mampu diselitkan ke kocek anak saya. Tidak macam dulu lagi, duit pemberian ayah kepada anak saya sentiasa melebihi duit pemberian saya kepadanya.

Masin sungguh mulut ayah. Tidak sampai tiga tahun, kami bertukar kereta. Di samping menulis, saya menjadi penerbit. Perniagaan semakin rancak. Oleh sebab bilangan anak bertambah dan keperluan kerja yang meningkat, saya sudah membeli MPV utuk kegunaan harian. Anak-anak mula menjejakkan kaki ke menara gading. Kehidupan semakin laju dan aktiviti semakin rancak. Namun sibuk sekalipun saya tetap pulang menziarahi ayah dan ibu. Anehnya ayah tetap memberi kepada anak saya walaupun kini saya telah dikenali sebagai seorang tokoh korporat yang berjaya. Rupa-rupanya, ayah memberi bukan kerana kekurangan atau kelebihan kami,

Tetapi dia MEMBERI KERANA ALLAH. Mencontohi Allah al-Wahhab itu.

Anda ingin tahu apa pesan penulis itu kepada saya? Ya, mari kongsi bersama :

"Kini aku benar-benar faham bahawa ibu ayah yang tua bukan beban dalam kehidupan di dunia, lebih-lebih lagi dalam kehidupan di akhirat. Mereka bukan 'liabiliti' tetapi sebenarnya aset untuk kita (walaupun istilah itu sebenarnya kurang atau tidak tepat kerana ibubapa bukan benda). Rugi betul siapa yang mempunyai ibu bapa yang telah tua tetapi mengabaikannya.

"Memberi kepada ibu bapa hakikatnya memberi kepada diri sendiri. Walaupun itu bukan niat kita ketika memberi, tetapi percayalah rezeki berganda akan pulang kepada kita semula. DOA MEREKA MUSTAJAB. Harapan mereka kenyataan. Kasih mereka bekalan. Benarlah seperti mana sabda Rasulullah s.a.w, keredhaan Allah terletak kepada keredhaan ibu bapa."

Baiklah, inilah sebenarnya rahsia 'perniagaan' yang jarang-jarang diperkatakan oleh tokoh korporat. Juga tidak pernah ditulis dalam mana-mana buku perniagaan. Masih punya ibubapa? MEMBERILAH KEPADA MEREKA. Tidak ada? Tidak mengapa, memberilah kepada anak-anak anda. Tidak ada juga? Memberilah kepada sesiapa sahaja. Kita sentiasa berfikir untuk memberi. Memberi kepada orang lain bererti memberi kepada diri kita sendiri walaupun itu bukan maksud kita ketika mula memberi.


Cerita dibawah menjadi IBRAH bagi kita semua.

Apa yang paling utama dalam memberikan khidmat terakhir kepada ibu ayah ialah MEMANDIKAN JENAZAHNYA, MENGKAPANKAN TUBUH MULIANYA,MENYEMBAHYANGKAN JENAZAH NYA DAN MENGKEBUMIKAN JENAZAHNYA. Lakukan dengan tangan-tangan kita sebagai anak-anak. Lakukanlah sahabat,lakukannya jika ditakdirkan ibu ayah kita meninggal dunia.

Saya menangis apabila ada sahabat saya menceritakan bagaimana ibu kepada Tuan Guru Dr Harun Din meninggal dunia. Bacalah wahai sahabat, pengalaman Dr Harun Din dan keluarganya.

Jiran kpd ibu Dr Harun Din (DrHD) menziarah ibunya pada waktu petang selepas asar. Beliau memberi salam tetapi tak bersahut salamnya.Beberapa kali salam diberikan tetapi tak ada jawapan. Maka jirannya itu mencari ruang mencari ibu DrHD, akhirnya terlihat ibunya sedang sujud dalam solat. Lalu jiran ini balik ke rumah dahulu. Beberapa minit kemudian, datang semula berjumpa ibu DRHD, dilihatnya masih sujud. Firasat jirannya, ini ada yang tak kena. Lalu masuk ke rumah untuk melihat dari dekat ibu DrHD. Rupa-rupanya, ibu DrHD telah kembali ke rahmatullah dalam masa ibunya sujud menghadap Allah. Ya Allah mulianya kematian ibu DrHD.

Perkara yang paling comel yang dilakukan keluarga DrHD ialah,menyempurnakan dengan tangan-tangan anak-anak jenazah ibunya. Mandikan ibu, kapankan ibu, sembahyangkan ibu dan kebumikan tanpa diusik orang lain ke atas tubuh ibunya. Ada jiran-jiran yang ingin melakukannya tetapi ditolak oleh Dr Harun Din, Hasan Din dan Ishak Din dengan hujah,"BERILAH SAYA SEKELUARGA PELUANG MEMBUAT KHIDMAT YANG TERAKHIR UNTUK IBU". Ketika hujah itu diberikan, seluruh masyarakat yang hadir melinangkan air mata kerana tawaaduk dan alimnya anak-anak ibu itu. Paling menyayatkan hati masyarakat adalah apabila ketiga-tiga adik beradik ini iaitu Harun Din,Hasan Din dan Ishak Din turun sendiri ke lubang lahad mengebumikan jenazah ibunya. Ada beberapa orang yang hadir, memohon dan berkata;

"Wahai Tuan Guru, biarlah kami buat semuanya ini menurunkan jenazah ibu Tuan Guru." Permintaan ini ditolak oleh DrHD dgn hujah yang sama "Berilah kami adik beradik peluang mengebumikan jenazah ibu ini kali terakhir". Seluruh yang hadir di kuburan ketika itu, mencurahkan airmata tawadduk di atas akhlak anak-anak ibu yang diasuh
hingga se"alim" sedemikian. Peristiwa ini disempurnakan hingga selesai.

HEBAT IBU ini membina akhlak dan keilmuan anak-anak mereka, maka tidak hairanlah kita semua bahawa DrHD , Hasan Din dan Ishak Din memang disegani oelh kawan dan lawan di Bumi Malaysia ini kerana "AKHLAK"nya yang mulia dan "ALIM" nya mereka.

Terus terang sahabat, ketika saya mendengar cerita ini, air mata saya berlinangan apabila tergambar ketika saya dan 11 orang adik beradik menguruskan jenazah ibu bersama Februari 2009 yang lalu.

Ya Allah, rahmatilah ibu kami semua. Rahmatilah mereka dan Ampunkanlah kami.

Wallahu A'lam.
Baca, hayati, selami dan insafi. Amalkan. Sesungguhnya doa ibu bapa amat mustajab. Bahagia dunia akhirat.


Ya Allah, jadikanlah aku anak yang diredhai ibubapaku kerana RedhaMu terletak dalam redha mereka,ameen



Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Now I know how to display larger pictures in my blog =)

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Playing with Suhaan

Mode Aperture, F 5.6, ISO 800

see the bright and beautiful moon ,subhanAllah

Went to AEON AU2 ( JJ ) [planned]  and KLCC  [impromptu plan]. The sky view last night was, subhanAllah,amazing! Love KLCC during night time with all the lights.

How do people put big pictures in their blogs eh???? Not satisfied with the size, if I select original size then it'll exceed the right side.



Saturday, April 16, 2011

It's BEAUTIFUL to love the ORDINARY~

memori daun pisang

“Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It is ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.”

Friday, April 15, 2011

Inspiration [6]: Optimistic

Just wanna share something that hopefully might inspire any of you reading this.

I'll just copy paste the write up:

This is Lizzie Velásquez. She’s a 22 year old, motivational speaker. She was born with a very rare syndrome that only 3 people in the world have. No name is given for the syndrome. She has been bullied throughout her life for all the wrong reasons. Nobody should be judged. She’s beautiful. She doesn’t have any eating disorder, she actually has perfect health. She has NEVER weighed more then 62 pounds in her entire life, but seems to enjoy every minute of being herself. She would never change herself if the world depended on it.

GO TO HER PAGE ----->  Kelik!

Despite the fact that she might be "different" from what people perceive as "normal", she managed to grow up healthy, optimistic and excel in life, and she's only 22!

Someone like her and other inspiring people GMH   :D

Heads up guys!

Be grateful, Alhamdulillah


[[[[[THIS]]]]]]    "Ehlam ma'aya ya sodiqi", beautiful ~



Thursday, April 14, 2011

I Miss Dublin!,again

indikalam's latest entry made me melancholic for awhile :), So, don't bother wasting your time reading this entry if you are busy or wanted to read something "beneficial"...this is just a reminiscing moment for me :D

It's spring and last year, I,alhamdulillah, happened to experience it in UK and Ireland [lol, Dublin je sempat pergi].....Being there when I was little wasn't big of a help as I can't remember the exact feelings nor details except the pictures my parents took so...yeah,last year was a big luck for me *syukur* :)

It was chaotic just for the purpose of "whether I should go or not" because if you can still remember,there was the exploded volcano case last year where most airway travels were interrupted.

My bestie came first to Manchester to visit us. She was scheduled to arrive quite early so my dad told her to take the bus from the airport to the city and we'll fetch her there. AK, you still remember that windy morning when we finally met after a long separation,don't you? hehe

Had tons to talk about, went here and there, ate so many things and oh yeah, someone went crazy over long dresses/ potential engagement outfit,hohoho  [ wink2 :p]

Then,we departed and the further plan was, I repay her a visit to her place, which is, Dublin...

Surveyed the RyanAir ticketing and it was expensive at first so I just went through the page from day to day until a satisfied price came up. Parents weren't letting me go that much due to the sky weather  [the volcano thingy] but a promise is a promise,teheeee :p

Dad also extended my stay in Manchester and changed the flight date when they dropped me at the airport. After that I was all alone  [ surprisingly, I am very independent in other people's country but not my dah lah]

RyanAir was like Air Asia  [not that I've taken any flights with AA], the seats were first come first served basis. I sat beside a young urghh so in love couple but they were nice. The flight was so short and we boarded safely at Dublin Airport... It was night time [around 10.45pm] and OH MY GOD jauh giler nak berjalan dari plane ke counter okay!!! The officer in charge asked some questions bla3 and there was this one nonsense question,LOL  [ AK, you still remember right? not gonna disclose it here]

Ada orang sampai lambat despite the fact I was a first timer there and it was late at night,grrrr! [but I wasn't mad lah :p]  Took the last bus trip and it stopped in the middle of the city...Mesmerized with the buildings already,took a taxi back to her house, ate dinner, and zZzzz...

Next morning, it was "PUSING2 SAMPAI KAKI TERCABUT DAY"...haha...AK made breakfast  [if I can still remember, it was fries, salami and...bread] and we packed the leftovers and brought it with us  [which then was our lunch at the park and a bribe to the squirrel].

We walked from her house...YES,Walked...HAHA.... went pass the Dublin Mosque which was a little church before, her school, the medical schools and first stop was, Stephen Green's Park. Activities involved: taking pictures, camwhored, sat on the benches and admiring the cute babies with their parents, excetera2

Next stop was; Botanical Garden but before that, we went to buy some souviniers for my family, drinks to quench our thirsts and also ramlers  [mcm kad touch & go utk bas]. Asked direction from someone because someone didn't know the whereabouts of that garden....hahaha...took the bus and we arrived at National Botanical Garden:

welcome to earthly paradise

where to go first?

dua jam "berehat" di bawah pokok ni :D


Selangor much?

squirrel makan fries

We didn't manage to go to Pheonix park as it was evening already and I was told that it's a huge park! Patah kaki den we went  back to the city, changed some money, walked some more and AK treated me with the 6.5 Euro buffet... Saw some fellow Malays, and it was time for us to............

this was second round!!hohohoho

some more pictures....

so sad cannot enter this library! it was a longgg queue :(
sungai "I don't know the name"
weekdays school weekends tourist spot,TCD

the city

as stated

We arrived at her house late evening...................and the next morning it was time for me to say "baibai"

Oh I so miss that place!!!!

Hope I'll have the chance to visit there again in the future, inshaAllah....harap2 bakal akauntan kita leh sponsor penginapan ke? time I go, I want to make it a long trip, and I want to visit the big cliff in Galway. enough ranting....tasks arrived in my mail already,gotta go!



Nice Article

"Why Do People Have to Leave Each Other" by Yasmin Mogahed

When I was 17 years old, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was sitting inside a masjid and a little girl walked up to ask me a question. She asked me: “Why do people have to leave each other?” The question was a personal one, but it seemed clear to me why the question was chosen for me.

I was one to get attached.Ever since I was a child, this temperament was clear. While other children in preschool could easily recover once their parents left, I could not. My tears, once set in motion, did not stop easily. As I grew up, I learned to become attached to everything around me. From the time I was in first grade, I needed a best friend. As I got older, any fall-out with a friend shattered me. I couldn’t let go of anything. People, places, events, photographs, moments—even outcomes became objects of strong attachment. If things didn’t work out the way I wanted or imagined they should, I was devastated. And disappointment for me wasn’t an ordinary emotion. It was catastrophic.

Once let down, I never fully recovered. I could never forget, and the break never mended. Like a glass vase that you place on the edge of a table, once broken, the pieces never quite fit again.

But the problem wasn’t with the vase. Or even that the vases kept breaking. The problem was that I kept putting them on the edge of tables. Through my attachments, I was dependent on my relationships to fulfill my needs. I allowed those relationships to define my happiness or my sadness, my fulfillment or my emptiness, my security, and even my self-worth. And so, like the vase placed where it will inevitably fall, through those dependencies I set myself up for disappointment. I set myself up to be broken. And that’s exactly what I found: one disappointment, one break after another.

But the people who broke me were not to blame any more than gravity can be blamed for breaking the vase. We can’t blame the laws of physics when a twig snaps because we leaned on it for support. The twig was never created to carry us.

Our weight was only meant to be carried by God. We are told in the Quran: “…whoever rejects evil and believes in God hath grasped the most trustworthy hand-hold, that never breaks. And God hears and knows all things.” (Qur’an 2: 256)

There is a crucial lesson in this verse: that there is only one handhold that never breaks. There is only one place where we can lay our dependencies. There is only one relationship that should define our self-worth and only one source from which to seek our ultimate happiness, fulfillment, and security. That place is God.

But this world is all about seeking those things everywhere else. Some of us seek it in our careers, some seek it in wealth, some in status. Some, like me, seek it in our relationships. In her book, Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert describes her own quest for happiness. She describes moving in and out of relationships, and even traveling the globe in search of this fulfillment. She seeks that fulfillment—unsuccessfully—in her relationships, in meditation, even in food.

And that’s exactly where I spent much of my own life: seeking a way to fill my inner void. So it was no wonder that the little girl in my dream asked me this question. It was a question about loss, about disappointment. It was a question about being let down. A question about seeking something and coming back empty handed. It was about what happens when you try to dig in concrete with your bare hands: not only do you come back with nothing—you break your fingers in the process. And I learned this not by reading it, not by hearing it from a wise sage. I learned it by trying it again, and again, and again.
And so, the little girl’s question was essentially my own question…being asked to myself.

Ultimately, the question was about the nature of the dunya as a place of fleeting moments and temporary attachments. As a place where people are with you today, and leave or die tomorrow. But this reality hurts our very being because it goes against our nature. We, as humans, are made to seek, love, and strive for what is perfect and what is permanent. We are made to seek what’s eternal. We seek this because we were not made for this life. Our first and true home was Paradise: a land that is both perfect and eternal. So the yearning for that type of life is a part of our being. The problem is that we try to find that here. And so we create ageless creams and cosmetic surgery in a desperate attempt to hold on—in an attempt to mold this world into what it is not, and will never be.

And that’s why if we live in dunya with our hearts, it breaks us. That’s why this dunya hurts. It is because the definition of dunya, as something temporary and imperfect, goes against everything we are made to yearn for. Allah put a yearning in us that can only be fulfilled by what is eternal and perfect. By trying to find fulfillment in what is fleeting, we are running after a hologram…a mirage. We are digging into concrete with our bare hands. Seeking to turn what is by its very nature temporary into something eternal is like trying to extract from fire, water.  You just get burned. Only when we stop putting our hopes in dunya, only when we stop trying to make the dunya into what it is not—and was never meant to be (jannah)—will this life finally stop breaking our hearts.

We must also realize that nothing happens without a purpose. Nothing. Not even broken hearts. Not even pain. That broken heart and that pain are lessons and signs for us. They are warnings that something is wrong. They are warnings that we need to make a change. Just like the pain of being burned is what warns us to remove our hand from the fire, emotional pain warns us that we need to make an internal change. That we need to detach. Pain is a form of forced detachment. Like the loved one who hurts you again and again and again, the more dunya hurts us, the more we inevitably detach from it. The more we inevitably stop loving it.

And pain is a pointer to our attachments. That which makes us cry, that which causes us most pain is where our false attachments lie. And it is those things which we are attached to as we should only be attached to
Allah which become barriers on our path to God. But the pain itself is what makes the false attachment evident. The pain creates a condition in our life that we seek to change, and if there is anything about our condition that we don’t like, there is a divine formula to change it. God says: “Verily never will God change the condition of a people until they change what is within themselves.” (Qur’an, 13:11)

After years of falling into the same pattern of disappointments and heartbreak, I finally began to realize something profound. I had always thought that love of dunya meant being attached to material things. And I was not attached to material things. I was attached to people. I was attached to moments. I was attached to emotions. So I thought that the love of dunya just did not apply to me. What I didn’t realize was that people, moments, emotions are all a part of dunya. What I didn’t realize is that all the pain I had experienced in life was due to one thing, and one thing only: love of dunya.

As soon as I began to have that realization, a veil was lifted from my eyes. I started to see what my problem was. I was expecting this life to be what it is not, and was never meant to be: perfect. And being the idealist that I am, I was struggling with every cell in my body to make it so. It had to be perfect. And I would not stop until it was. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears to this endeavor: making the dunya into jannah. This meant expecting people around me to be perfect. Expecting my relationships to be perfect. Expecting so much from those around me and from this life. Expectations. Expectations. Expectations. And if there is one recipe for unhappiness it is that: expectations. But herein lay my fatal mistake. My mistake was not in having expectations; as humans, we should never lose hope.

The problem was in *where* I was placing those expectations and that hope. At the end of the day, my hope and expectations were not being placed in God. My hope and expectations were in people, relationships, means. Ultimately, my hope was in this dunya rather than Allah.

And so I came to realize a very deep Truth. An ayah began to cross my mind. It was an ayah I had heard before, but for the first time I realized that it was actually describing me:  “Those who rest not their hope on their meeting with Us, but are pleased and satisfied with the life of the present, and those who heed not Our Signs.” (Qur’an, 10:7)

By thinking that I can have everything here, my hope was not in my meeting with God. My hope was in dunya. But what does it mean to place your hope in dunya? How can this be avoided? It means when you have friends, don’t expect your friends to fill your emptiness. When you get married, don’t expect your spouse to fulfill your every need. When you’re an activist, don’t put your hope in the results. When you’re in trouble don’t depend on yourself. Don’t depend on people. Depend on God.

Seek the help of people—but realize that it is not the people (or even your own self) that can save you. Only Allah can do these things. The people are only tools, a means used by God. But they are not the source of help, aid, or salvation of any kind. Only God is. The people cannot even create the wing of a fly (22:73).  And so, even while you interact with people externally, turn your heart towards God. Face Him alone, as Prophet Ibrahim (as) said so beautifully: “For me, I have set my face, firmly and truly, towards Him Who created the heavens and the earth, and never shall I give partners to Allah.” (Qur’an, 6:79)

But how does Prophet Ibrahim (as) describe his journey to that point? He studies the moon, the sun and the stars and realizes that they are not perfect. They set.

They let us down.

So Prophet Ibrahim (as) was thereby led to face Allah alone. Like him, we need to put our full hope, trust, and dependency on God. And God alone. And if we do that, we will learn what it means to finally find peace and stability of heart. Only then will the roller coaster that once defined our lives finally come to an end. That is because if our inner state is dependent on something that is by definition inconstant, that inner state will also be inconstant. If our inner state is dependent on something changing and temporary, that inner state will be in a constant state of instability, agitation, and unrest. This means that one moment we’re happy, but as soon as that which our happiness depended upon changes, our happiness also changes. And we become sad. We remain always swinging from one extreme to another and not realizing why.

We experience this emotional roller coaster because we can never find stability and lasting peace until our attachment and dependency is on what is stable and lasting. How can we hope to find constancy if what we hold on to is inconstant and perishing? In the statement of Abu Bakr is a deep illustration of this truth. After the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ died, the people went into shock and could not handle the news. But although no one loved the Prophet ﷺ like Abu Bakr, Abu Bakr understood well the only place where one’s dependency should lie. He said: “If you worshipped Muhammad, know that Muhammad is dead. But if you worshipped Allah, know that Allah never dies.”

To attain that state, don’t let your source of fulfillment be anything other than your relationship with God.
Don’t let your definition of success, failure, or self-worth be anything other than your position with Him (Qur’an, 49:13). And if you do this, you become unbreakable, because your handhold is unbreakable. You become unconquerable, because your supporter can never be conquered. And you will never become empty, because your source of fulfillment is unending and never diminishes.

Looking back at the dream I had when I was 17, I wonder if that little girl was me. I wonder this because the answer I gave her was a lesson I would need to spend the next painful years of my life learning. My answer to her question of why people have to leave each other was: “because this life isn’t perfect; for if it was, what would the next be called?”

source:  HERE



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Posto to A.K

Dear you,

Ace everything with an A!!! =)

Miss you yaar ~

Monday, April 11, 2011


A pleasent weekend indeed ,alhamdulillah =)

A sweet dinner treat by pashuwarya and breakfast by enigma...

KLCC- Suhaan's moment-Tutti Frutti- JJ AU2- capek :p

ok malas dah  nak taip..huhu

playing with the shutter speed

candle light pizza ;)

more in my tumblr....



Saturday, April 9, 2011

If there is one thing that I could not accept, it would be BETRAYAL

Friday, April 8, 2011

Bread Pudding bersama Kureena

Bahan A:
- roti 8 keping  [ sbb nk hbskan leftovers so xkira berapa keping]
-susu segar 500 ml  [ me guna low fat sbb tu je yg ada dlm fridge..haha]

Bahan B:
- 2 sudu besar butter  [ better you melt it on the stove first]
- 4 sudu besar gula
-2 biji telur  
-2 sudu besar tepung jagung
-esen vanila  [x guna pun tadi]

Bahan C:
-Susu cair/sejat  1 tin
-2 sudu besar tepung custard
-2 sudu besar gula  [nk manis lebihkan but highly not recommended]



-koyak2kan roti and soak dengan susu for about half an hour  [xkisah pun asalkan roti dah lembik ok je]
-campurkan bahan B dan kacau rata
-campurkan bahan A dan B ke dalam loyang,mampatkan, tabur kismis secukup rasa dan bakar dalam oven sampai masak 
-bila dah masak,angkat,biarkan kejap sebelum masuk fridge...[me mkn panas2 td,nyum2]

Untuk sos:
-kacau bahan C atas api  [dlm periuk ye] sampai likat2 gitu

So, dapatlah hasil mcm gmbr di atas....malas nk makan nasik punya pasal...hoho

resipi adalah ambil dari  [google je] dan alter2 mana yg patut...

Selamat mencuba! ^^



Tell Me Why

In my dream children sing a song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue and fields are green and laughter is the language of the world
Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don't understand.
When so many need somebody we don't give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

Everyday I ask myself what will I have to do to be a man?
Do I have to stand and fight to prove to everybody who I am?
Is that what my life is for to waste in a world full of war?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don't understand.
When so many need somebody we don't give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(together) just tell me why, why, why?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don't understand.
When so many need somebody we don't give a helping hand.

Tell me why (why,why,does the tiger run)
Tell me why (why why do we shoot the gun)
Tell me why (why,why do we never learn)
Can someone tell us why we let the forest burn?

(why,why do we say we care)
Tell me why (why,why do we stand and stare)
Tell me why (why,why do the dolphins cry)
Can some one tell us why we let the ocean die ?

(why,why if we're all the same)
tell me why (why,why do we pass the blame)
tell me why (why,why does it never end)
can some one tell us why we cannot just be friends?


Thursday, April 7, 2011

birthday Masihi- Bahut Janamdin Me-

Happy sweet 17 to me! =)

I am grateful to Allah, my Creator, for blessing me and showering me with His endless love.

My parents, for raising me up so wonderfully and providing me with the BEST =)

beautiful friends...

suffocated with the wishes I've received in FB...haha..although it's just a FB tradition but I appreciate the wishes and du'as  [especially the jodoh part,amboi2 kemain!]

the years I spent in UIA, these two person never fail to surprise me so I'm waiting what they've got for me this weekend....ENIGMA and PASHUWARYA, love ya till jannah inshaAllah =)

I pray that I can improve myself as a human being, a daughter, a friend, an employee, and most importantly, improve my Imaan from time to time, inshaAllah, ameen



Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Suhaan again

Entri untuk diri sendiri in case terlupa...hoho

The plan was to save up my salary and buy Suhaan around June when AK returns back to Malaysia.

But then I became more and more impatient. So, I revised back my expenditures and see whether it's enough [with leftover savings] or not so it turned out to be, I can buy it in April,alhamdulillah =)

Plus, it would be a great birthday gift from me to myself  ^__^

So, I started doing some research on where to buy it and the best deal I can get.

Started reading the discussion on photography forums and asked my friends.

Then, this one day, my dear friend Has gave me a link about Nikon's 10th Anniversary that will be held at MidValley so there's gonna be a promotion, ka ching ka ching! :p

So, I went there with Enigma, straightly went to level 3 and to the exhibition centre and there were so many people there with all sizes of DSLRs. Some were handling an insanely BIG SLRs  [like gler panjang and besaq lense dia!]

Went to the SLR counter and took a pamphlet and then a promoter came to me. I asked him for Suhaan's model and he gave me all the details  [price and free gifts].

I was so happy with the price that I asked him three times in case I misheard it...haha...I wanted to look at the model but all of them were occupied for other enthusiasts like me but nevermind because I have seen and held it with my bare hands at TS before.

Without delaying time, I said "ok,saya mau angkat ini" and he wrote the receipt for me. Nice fella, he attended me to the number counter and the payment counter so didn't have to queue hoho...maybe because I xbanyak songeh kot :p

At the counter, paid and asked the other fella to pasangkan and ajarkan the basics for me. Everything went fine in just half and hour. After that,we went to the food court to refresh our stomach and throat  [details yg penting pun...kui3], went to La Boheme for some bakeries and went home.

I really love KTM for their Ladies Coach but I still don't understand some GUYS who seemed confused with their own gender  [like the really heterosexual ones...shame on you dude!]

So, officially I am the proud owner of Suhaan which I bought with my own salary =)

I will be a selft taught ladygrapher so......

**bulan 6 bakal tolong shoot2 gambar for someone's E-Day....nebes gilos!! kt bako je!!haha


Apparently the mainstream newspaper here has lost all it's integrity and honorship,period.

Sunday, April 3, 2011



My baby Suhaan is finally with me!!!

with a great deal!!

Now it's time to practice2 and more practice  [kekok deh! ]