counting days till I get my driving license.

I wonder when can I get my driving license. =,=

 

my little friend

I saw him playing alone. He is so playful but he doesn't have many friends to play, just Panda and his mother, Syasya. He can run and jump simultaneously beautiful. And he loves it. Whenever I open the main door, he will run as fast as he can, and get into the house like "oh yeah, he made it!" and everyone would shout "Pupu, get out!". but it took some time before we took him out as he is so adorable, he sometimes sleep in the house. I think he is so bored that he wants to play with us in the house. haha. I love to take his pictures and he would pose like a freak. Haha pupu you're so funny.

I cant forgive your habit which is biting people, it hurts >..< but I still play with you. I took revenge by pulling your bent tail. Haha serves you right!

when I get back to college, Ummi phoned me.
She said that a cat got hit by a car this morning.
And that was the saddest car accident I have ever heard.
I am very sad, pupu.
you leave us so soon.
*tears*

dream can be simple

as salamu alaykum

 

hey hey everyone. well, the holy month of Ramadan ends already. banyak orang akan doa banyak-banyak on that month. too many wishes and dreams. teringat masa tu Ramadan and aku tengah trial spm. fuh, terkezut den. tak pernah pernah dapat keputusan sebaik tu sebelumnya.

 

for mothers of little boys or girls, tell them. Ramadan is the month where most wishes will come true. you don't need to wait for a shooting star. Allah gives you one month of wishing and praying to him. many great things happen in Ramadan. whether you realize it, or not. it still happens. so, people! dream big!

thankyou, Ano-san! for showing me this pic

 

Syawal

entah lah. raya pertama was quiet fun. raya kedua, not really.
I almost forgot it's raya. harini(raya ke2). I spend most of the time doing coding. a little bit of programming basic. indeed fun.
www.code.org -- it's CodeAcademy teaching the world how to code. no prerequisite needed.

oh so, I slept until 3pm lebih. abah masuk bilik, suruh siap cepat nak pergi rumah maksu.
abah tak cakap bebetul, actually kita nak pergi rumah baru maksu yang tengah buat family gathering.
aku siap cecepat, solat. my ghad~ with a miserable get-up, aku pergi rumah terbuka.
tudung indon hijau, baju cekelat, anda a pair of trackbott. truly villager lulz
I feel like killing myself. x|

What most schools don't teach - Feat. Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Will ...

I am mentally breaking up with you. fullstop

as a typical teenager, aku pun ada perasaan yang inevitable that leads me to have a crush. and he crushes my heart. grr. we have so many things related and somehow I feel that he is tweeting everything that goes in my mind. cane eh, dia seorang blogger dan da'ie. he appears as a perfect stranger for me. literally flawless, and I know it aint true in reality. so dia membawa kesedaran juga untuk aku tentang ummah, agama Allah and our stand as a Muslim sampai aku rasa "oh man, he is the one". aku sort of obsessed with him, ouch susah nak mengaku ni but I think of him most of the time sampai terbawa-bawa ke solat. I followed his twitter and made his tweets to appear in my notifications.  kekadang dia tweet jiwang and aku perasan, kekadang he says he miss someone and got myself heartbroken ahh ok ini sangat emotional but its true. everything he tweets, is what I want him to talk to me. ghad~ I am mentally dating him.

in this holy month of ramadan, I finally took an action to "break up" with him. u huh, o yeah. *gedix*
aku sedar yang I taught he would took me closer to Allah, so aku pun minat dia. but things get out of control. ini bukan fillah . dah lama sedar, tapi nafsu menafikan.

aku unfollow twitter dia, stop terima his notifications. get out of his life and start to live up mine. I found a little peace after a while. ada kawan pernah suruh aku buat macam ni awal lagi, tapi aku belum ready gak nya time tu. so long, mr. perfect. thanks for the memories. you did make a change a little change in my life.

tapi blog dia aku masih follow sebabzz itu agak inspiring. but not twitter,

Harta karun abah

Assalammualaikum. Bismillah. Hi everyone, today's story is about today.

This morning. I was in my sister's room, reading a big fat book called khalifah-khalifah yang Benar by Abdul Latif Talib. It's a compilation of 4 books from the author, it's about the 4 khulafa ar-Rasyidin in Islam. A simple,  yet well written book. I Love it so much that I wanna dance. It gave me a different perspective of a friend to understand Rasulullah SAW 's life rather than came up a whole bunch of facts. I feel like I'm living that time. I saw his actions, I felt the characters' feelings, oh  I'd prefer to spend hours on that book than sleeping.

Okay, as I am indulging myself reading, ummi called me out. She wanted to show me something, so she took me to her room. She pointed her finger towards 2 plastics bags and asked me to lift them up for her. Err. I wondered what's the catch. "Darn, its heavy." I mean it kind of weighed more that 10 kilos." What is it ?"

"Don't open that bag!" ummi said, "itu Abah punya....................... "

Well, you see, one of the bag is transparent so I saw a lot of coins in it. No wonder.

Then ummi continued, "abah told me these are the coins he uses to buy water. You don't need a lot of coins to buy water. With only 10 cents you can get half a litter of water, so I don't think they are only to buy water, but also the coins he always bring for you when you were in MRSM. "

Oh

Whenever Abah comes all the way to Pontian to visit me in MRSM, he always brings a small pouch that contains lots of coins for me to call home. I feel like we were back to Chinese dynasty where I'll get rewarded with gold coins from the emperor. The thing is, in my MRSM, we can't bring cell phones to the hostel; its the biggest crime ever, so ya most of my friends there were criminals la. Well for me, I'm kinda adhere to that rule and be the good guy. Besides, I don't really need a phone, I usually call home once in a week. Oh oh, I almost forgot, I NEED those coins to use the washing machine too. Ooo..

Fathers; they dont talk much. But they love you more than you think they do

Rekod saya teruk

Assalammualaikum. Bismillah.

Sebaknya hati ini. Ramadan sekali lagi bakal meninggalkan kita. Well, boleh jadi kita yang tinggalkan Ramadan dulu. Astaghfirullah. Are you ready? Ajal kita, kita tak tahu. We're never too young to die.

Semua nikmat  kat dunia ni senanye sikit je berbanding di akhirat nanti. Dah lah sikit, tak kekal pulak tu. Tepuk dada tu, tanya diri sendiri. So Cinta aku sepatutnya kepada yang mana?

aku ni ekceli nak cerita pasal mutabaah(rekod) amal aku bulan ramadan ni. Kalau aku sendiri tengok balik, memang sangat layak lah aku dapat gred paling rendah. Nombor paling corot antara manusia manusia lain. Ahh! Memang. Memang aku tak layak ya Allah nak masuk syurga mulia Mu. Tapi... aku tak sanggup masuk nerakaMu. Lebih rela aku jadi debu daripada mendapat azab seksa sebegitu.

Ahhhh!!, saya tak mahu hi-5. *roll eyes dengan gedik* . Kita harus berubah.
There is a few more days before ramadan ends. When theres hope, theres a chance. Nabi tak pernah ajar kita terlambat. Nabi kata kalau ada benih kat tangan, tapi andai kita tahu besok nak kiamat, tanam benih tu. Kiamat mai ah, tapi jangan hilang harapan. I heard this from ustaz don and got myself inspired to always have my highest hope on Allah, while expecting the worst to happen. Dalam 10 malam terakhir ni, ada satu malam yang lebih baik dari 1000 bulan. Satu Malam yang penuh rahmat. The moment of forgiveness still could be there. Cmon.. Competitive lah sikit. Orang lain duk sibuk kejar malam tu, kita tengah duduk rilek2 makan kuih raya, what the.. ramadan is still here. Theres a lot more you can do. its not how you start ramadan that matters most but rather how you end it and how ramadan affected you afterwards.

Sungguh, aku sendiri pun lemah. Contohnya.. kepanasan Malaysia ni pun kekadang aku tak tahan, padahal lahir lahir je dah duduk sini. Ni Allah baru bagitahu, panas tu apa. Then Dia cakap, panas api neraka tu berkali ganda lagi panas dari kat dunia. Allah tak cakap benda ni saja saja nak takutkan kita, Dia tahu hambaNya ni lemah,. That's why Allah suruh kita berusaha masuk syurga. Tapi hamba Dia ni degil, belum nampak lagi kan neraka tu *piat telinga sendiri*

Sepatutnya kita takda masa nak dengar cakap syaitan; syaitan tu kau dah boleh cakap confirm maa masuk neraka, sebab Allah dah cakap dulu. but kita ni still ada 'chance' lagi. Death is chasing us every day. We're just lucky that we can't see the death angel who keep visiting us. If I'm not mistaken, it's 70 times a day. My brothers, sisters and myself..... Today is the another chance for us to be a better Muslim than what we were yesterday. Use it to the fullest, make each day wonderful. May you and I , inshaAllah will meet in Jannah. Amiiinnn.
. Jazakallah khyr.

Reading hearts

Assalammualaikum , morning people ! Bismillah,
Oh I just love mornings. I feel revived and , I don't know but I appreciate my morning day that I can't let it be wasted by sleeping untill noon. Oh I don't like afternoons,  that's why I often sleep that time. Err. What is this?

Yes, reading hearts--the title. Since I first get into college, I hardly found friends that I can get along with. People here are so different; that was my first judgement. Hm, I want to write about this girl whom I think I can never be close to. Just a few minutes ago, I found her instagram acc that lead me to her blog address. I read her blog, and I feel the same. She just doesn't express her feelings through her gestures and facial expressions (are they the same? Err). Well, me neither. When I read her blog, I feel like I'm reading her heart. As a teenager,  a girl, a friend and a Muslim. We're all connected by the same feelings. But what makes us feel comfortable with only some certain people? Maybe the weirdness of mine doesn't suit some people.

Sometimes, we do random things. We feel lazy, rebellious,  unappealing, disapproved, disappointed,  etc. Please know that there are many other teenagers feel that way. How you react defines who you are. Of why I wrote this is because I always feel less than everyone else. I get carried away with people's lives--how fun, interesting and successful theirs can be while mine is just dull and boring. While I am not appreciating my life, there are others who wish they could live mine. This sounds like a cycle of people who didn't realize that they should be grateful of what they have untill it becomes what they once had. Your life can be magical and fantastic too, only if you believe. Believe it is possible, believe in yourself; however, if you had tried your best but the result doesn't seem to satisfy you, please have your full belief that Allah always has a better plan.

This, widen up my mind. Indeed.