I miss him. uhuk3

Status: Mood jiwang+homesick

Music: Skyscraper by Demi Lovato.

Danish wore my headphone. I didn't even turn on the mp4. ^^

Me and abangman membuli Danish by made him wore the small
towel as the tudung. hahahaha

Waaaa~ Seyesly, I miss this budop so much! I wanna go home, I wanna play with Danish. uhuk3

My umi told me that Danish can already call her Nek!

Being at Ky so boring because all we have are the kittens in front of our DH.

Danish upgraded himself as a successful model for abangman's classic car.

Amik ko, post yang dipenuhi dengan gambo-gambo si budak kecik neh!

heheheehe~ Well, biasa laa kan bila dop sorang-sorang dalam chalet kat Ky neh, kebosanan mula melanda. Lambatnya bebudak Arabic fellowship nak balik daripada ber'trip'! Hopefully Fad ingat kat aku yang menanti-nanti kepulangan beliau ke tanah hijau Ky neh.

Haih.

Yet another year

Bismillah, all praises to Almighty God.

He had awoken me today so that everyday of my life, I feel grateful, say my thankfulness, alhamdulillah to Him. 13/02/2012, I am a 19 years old girl now. I should grow up, become more matured, one thing for sure. 

Selepas berpenat lelah menjahit kerompol-kerompol baju boria pada malam hari, terasa sangat letih walaupun aq sudah teramat 'pro' dalam jahit menjahit *ihsan 5 tahun ber'KOT'. Soalan chemistry masih lagi bertimbun tidak berjawab lantaran menyibukkan diri pada pagi Ahad menerawang ke Kolej Tuanku Jaafar for the sake of nak tengok festival nasyeed laa konon. Pada malam itu, tiba-tiba.....

Telefonku berbunyi.... 

Aq mengangkatnya, kedengaran satu suara sumbang yang agak familiar pada pendengaran ku... 

"Happy birthday to you,,, happy birthday to you,,,,, happy birthday to Cipa.... Happy birthday to you......"

That was Nisaa's voice. Terkekek-kekek nak wish birthday kpada ku. hahaha~ 

Thank you so much Nisaa, one of the most nicest, closest buddy I've ever had

Eza too did called me during the evening (yang ni lagi  xsabar nak wish, thanx Jaa ^^ ) . 

Then, Kak Kd came to my chalet, giving me a cute, warm birthday note and a sweet birthday present. Sayang Kak Kd. huhuhu. 

"Moga Allah rahmati dirimu, berkati usiamu, pelihara iman dan hatimu......." Bait-bait kata dalam note Kak Kd.

The night was continued with non-stop messaging tone from my phone. Sahabat-sahabat Faris Petra, SKT, mula menghantarkan all the greetings. Thank you all of you, Paa, Yuni, Kak Adah (thank you for the gift  ^^), Ppayah, Fadhlin, Mekyam, SyazaSyamimi, Fadhlin, Murni, Affan, Syafiq. Facebook lagi laa kan, too many to mention. A bunch of thank you should I gave to all of you. And today is also my former dorm-mate, classmate, prefect-mate, bed-mate 's birthday, Maizatul Farhana. Yeah, we shared the same date of birth.

But the most wonderful, happiest moment was when I received text messages from my beloved Umi, the most handsome man on earth, my Abah, the most weird, annoying brother but one of the important persons in my life, Abangman, my best friend in the bedroom since I was a kiddo, a pillow-talk partner, Kak Cik (my younger sister), also Adik my tempat maen gocoh-gocoh not to mention my mainan bulian (loyal reader for my blog)  and my elder sister together with my nephew, Danish. They wished me happy birthday! They are the most precious, valuable treasures that Allah swt had granted me with.


InsyaAllah, I'm trying to grow up wiser and wiser.
"Ilmu adalah lebih baik daripada kekayaan. Kerana harta perlu dijaga, tetapi ilmu menjaga mu."
~Saidina Ali bin Abi Talib~


I have been blessed with so many amazing people around me. It is ashamed for me not to be grateful with all the rahmat He gave me. I may not be perfect, but I always seek a room for improvement. If there are some of my mischievous words or behaviours, do forgive me. If I behaved wrongly to any of you personally, before or recent, do tell me. Because I am an imperfect human being, a slave of Him. I tend to make mistake. May I asked a favour? Can you pray for me to become a better muslimah scholar. Thank you.


May Allah swt bless all of us.
Selawat dan salam ke atas junjungan besar Rasulullah saw.

some of the gifts ^^

P/s: I'm so sad. I suppose to publish this post yesterday but something ain't right with Ky's connection the last nite. Oh yaa, thanks to all my Ky friends whom gave me all the flowers for my birthday. Terkejut gak, apsal tiba-tiba banyak jer bunga aq dapat hahaha boleh buat taman plak. However, happy 19, teens!

A Hyperventilating LOVE STORY

Status: I don't feel like posting but I just think that I need to. Having the bless for the past three days, it is such a stingy thing for not sharing. I joined an awesome usrah. I am so happy. I called it my 'bulatan gembira'. I do not know why the phrase is so famous, so it is a right time to use it. ^^

I love sirah since a long long years ago. I remembered when I was in form one, I did not go to dining hall or cafe during recess because I addicted to library. I went there and I sat on the floor between the PAI/Islamic reading materials and Malay reading material shelves. Then I took those books about Uhud, Khandak wars, to Hamzah bin Abdul Mutalib to Abu Ubaidah bin Jarrah and etc and read them. I do not even notice the bell rang and my class already started as being in library, I didn't hear any outsiders' sound. Luckily my class PMR 1Beta was just behind the library. I entered the class with innocent face and my teachers just let me in. (I have Cikgu Ramli as my Pendidikan Sivik teacher tau!)

As years passed by, my classes were getting further and further away from library. The high school years continued with me was getting bored to go to library. Arghhhh.... Teenager. Why you no kept the reading habit? After those days, a bookworm is not cool anymore. Huge mistake. I only read the newspapers which were the girls and the boys arguing all the time to read it. We even hid the newspapers so that we can read the nice, clean news before the guys took over the throne and beginning to conteng with all those unfunny dialogues on the newspapers. Real mature.

Yeay for me! 1Malaysia voucher for good. 

Recently, I bought a book which was Fikah Perubatan at Kelantan along with all the stationary that I'd possibly get. I gave RM50 voucher to my sister. Then, the left one hundred ringgit, I spent during my visit to the PWTC. They held a book fair. Rejoicing my eyesight with tonnes of books, I felt like grabbing all the books that I was intending to buy. But you know how fast the money/voucher flowed. I bought six books. Alhamdulillah to the Almighty God.for His rezeki  

Hopefully the habit drains into my blood again, triggering the adrenaline every time I saw books causing my brain to fall in love with reading once again. And for God sake, I shall let this love story between me and the reading habit last forever. Happily ever after. 

p/s: insisting to go to BookXcess but I do not know when. InsyaAllah soon.

If only you see it

Bismillah.

Mood: I'm confused. Yeah, I truly am.

Status: Lots and lots of things going on nowadays which weakened me to death *being dramatic. I feel so weak.  Dear Lord, I'm sorry and ashamed for my misbehavior. 

I went to arabic class. As for you to know I am a member of Arabian fellowship now. So, I entered the 'beginner class' and I felt no ashamed to admit that I have to recall all the basics again. The last time I learnt arabic was when I was in form four in order to please myself with the mumtaz certificate. And I got it. But today, I felt like I have nothing in mind at all about it. Who to be blamed? It is I. I felt like if Ustazah Fatimah Noriah was acknowledged about my arabic, she would be so disappointed in me more than I felt to myself. 

Ashamed on you girl!

Dear Blog *I am thinking to give my blog a name, And it is VP. Stands for Van Persie. 

I really need to polish as well as sharpen my English. I am a terrible English learner. I do not even have the courage to use this language which I had already learned for almost thirteen years of my life. Why is that so huh? Is it because I am lacking of reading? Yes, I have to confessed, I am  never a bookworm. I felt bad to myself for letting me into this messed. I should do something. And I must start now!

"It is never a dream-come-true if all you can do is dreaming. Do something to make your dream is real to life. Then only would there be a happily-ever-after ending."

~Author of VP~

So, Syifa, you know what I remind you of everyday. WAKE UP!