Hakuna Matata

hello assalamualaikum hoho, such a good day today ! particularly because of getting kad raya from my beloved zayani and hajar ! gahhh, u guys are gorgeous ! truly ! i didn't even imagine of getting any kad raya this year but suddenly my cucu and nenek sent a card. thank u thank u thank u ! *weird ada nenek , then cucu pulak, for those who don't know, they are apart of my family at school* (will be sharing about them next time, inshaAllah) this is the lovely card , woohoo ! sorry, bad quality, webcam~ anyways, selamat hari raya to both of you, maaf zahir and batin this post is dedicated for both of u *aww, sumpah terharu *

hello assalamualaikum i, i am just totally empty right now, sad too. it's really weird how time can change things, not just us, but the relationships we had. i found my child-hood friend's blog, and it just triggered so many memories suddenly. it's funny how we were so close like sisters back then, but now we're almost like strangers. it's just sad to loose a relationship like that. i wonder, how do we loose relationships that we built. does growing up has anything to do with it. or did time pull us apart ? actually, the blame is on me ~ looking back, i smile. why ? because we used to have the greatest time ever together. we were the three best friends. even though they are sisters, i never felt like an intruder. i felt like i was a match to them. those time were great. my most favorite game, was of course playing the water hose and also pretending to be spies, hide and seek, playing in the small pool. ok , i can't decide which one i liked the bes...

hello assalamualaikum the good things we've done in the past, the mistakes we've woven into our lives, the happiness and aches that lurches deep in our heart, are all a part of an experience that we have gone through , or even yet an experience we long to gain.  that's a pretty bad written poem right there, whatever lah. is it even a poem ?       today i read some blogs *because i have the time to do so*, and then i realize i get really excited when i read things i've never went through and i start imagining and anticipating how would i react to a similar situation as the writer. but the truth is, i will never know how i would react unless i go through it myself. yet as human, we are merely weaklings that surely are not able to actually have all the experience in the world. therefore, we can only anticipate. that's why there is a saying that says *lebih kurang camni lah*  " u can't have all the experience in the world, so use othe...

hello assalamualaikum Alhamdulillah, we manage to meet ramadhan again. What  a big opportunity we have here right ? The month where we just have to force ourselves in doing ibadah, if we don't push ourselves, then it is a really and i mean like REALLY big loss, u get what i'm sayin here ? Now, talking about the first sahur, such a memory to me. Why ? well, honestly. I've never really woke up to help cook for sahur, i just usually get up and eat. but this year, its quite different. Suddenly i realize that i have this responsibility without anyone telling me. today i woke up early and i cooked. My mom slept happily till it was time to eat. Not to feel proud or what ? but i was like, FUYOHH2! im cooking alone ! for sahur ! in the kitchen ! woweee ~ maybe i was  really  excited , excited for another small change in my life that will affect my whole life. as we grow up, a lot of thing changes ( and i really hope that all the change...

hello assalamualaikum i'm a baby sister to four brothers. *baby ?* . ignore that please. i get a lot of good things and bad things being the little one and the only girl. but the bad things are not bad at all, just a little against of what i want some situations that happened recently really touched me a bit. me and samir were talking about life lah, in the future or something like that shkrh : i don't like to make people have a hard time because of me eventhough all my brothers do have     a hard time because of me samir : what do u mean ? shkrh : well, u guys always have to pick me up, send me there, buy me this, take me here and all that. samir : well it's not u that gives us a hard time, it's us who wants to give ourselves a hard time for you. we just want to do it. and i was smiling all by myself all the way back home. life is good with siblings, yeah sometimes we fight, sometimes we sulk but in the end, u can always rely on them. that's love....

hello assalamualaikum, yeah, as u can see, i lost my passport. my INTERNATIONAL PASSPORT. not good at all so folks, don't ever loose ur passport. the process to make a new one is actually simple, but when u do it alone at an age like me, where i have never really settled important matter like this by myself, it becomes quite hard lah.  firstly , i had to go to the POLICE STATION to report that i lost my  passport ,  even though  i just misplaced it at home. actually my mother misplaced it. but whatever. as there was only big old cars at home which i don't dare to drive, i walked to the section 6 police station. it's not that far, so i was fine. i was so relieved the minute i set foot there, unfortunately when i explained my situation, they said they could not help me cause their computer got struck by lightning and so their system is temporarily down (great, on the day i decided to go on report it, their computer got struck by l...

hello assalamualaikum i lost my diary, and i am totally crushed~ this is not good at all. "why do  u even have a diary when u already have a blog ?" good question. well that was my diary during the whole semester 3 at CFSIIUM. semester 3 was the best sem ever, yet a killer sem, and with all the things that happened in my life which made it harder. as i can't blog as often as i would at home, i wrote in a diary instead. and the diary is important because my deepest darkest feelings are all in there. my blog is not a place for me to express EVERYTHING, not really. or is it ? *wondering * so i really put a whole lot of effort in writing the diary, because it is filled with lovely quotes, cute doodles, colourful writing and a lot of other stuff too. but now, it is gone. A diary, is really helpful to me. if i am desperate, a piece of paper would do. why is it helpful ? well, i tend to be more rational and serene when i am writing, so it really helps to bl...