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and did I tell you how i miss to write again?

i am yellow, what's your colour?

i chased the world and blissfully ignoring the hereafter.

i feel i can live forever, hell yeah let's enjoy this.

i am so brave, i forgot the One that created me.

i do the don'ts. and, i omit the do.

bad girl, went even bad.

yes, i am a sinner.

but mashaAllah, Allah SWT is all forgiving and indeed He is the only helper, isn't it? i am blessed with my family and friends He gives to me. He gives me blessing, He gives me hikmah, He gives me everything that i needed. i am inspired with the ni'mat He gave to me, mashaAllah i'm inspired and very thankful to Him :')

He doesn't leave me, even i'm the one whom always keeping distance from Him. He is always be there, for me. mashaAllah, "everything belongs to Allah from the heavens to the earth, and that other than Allah you have no other helper, because it is only He who can help and save you." (credit)

"Dan orang yang berjihad untuk (mencari keredhaan) Kami, akan Kami tunjukkan kepada mereka jalan-jalan Kami. Dan sesungguhnya Allah bersama orang yang berusaha membaiki amalannya" - Al-Ankabut 29:69

let's make a change from now.it's never too late, inshaAllah :')

one of the picture snap at Kumon. she tried to lompat katak but tak berjaya. mungkin saya patut join berlompat sekali? *pandang lemak bergeleberan di perut* oh, imma miss this girl so bad after this :'(

because when the world pushes you to your knees, you are in perfect position to pray

"Masha'Allah you are very brave, have you no fear?

You say Iman is in your heart, but is your heart sincere?

What if you were a hypocrite and didn't even know it?"

as quoted from the poem. indeed something to ponder upon :'(

when the little woman letters, speak herself

i was alone, walking along a street. until i came to a junction, i saw he was standing on the other side. i watched him, luckily he cannot see me. i whisper to myself, what an opportunity to observe him now, without having been caught for doing so.

i stuck for a moment. the mild wind brushes his hair, giving the wavy effect to his hair. i smiled, he never failed to look smart with the hair. he wore a shirt, a stripes shirt where he folded the sleeves up until his elbow, and style it together with a faded jeans. he then completes the attire with a pair of sneakers. simple, but it looks neat and classy. he was holding a book, well..i wish i have a pair of eagle eyes to overcome the distance and catch the glimpse of the book's title.

the next second, i realized i was taking the right side of the road and he makes his way to the left side.

it has been years, and we are not seeing each other. even when we are that close.

do you ever realized that, dear?

disclaimer: again, this isn't my story.

to be continued.

ain't nothing but a heartache, ain't nothing but a mistake

high-5 if you still listen to backstreet boys.

or the beatles.

or jackson five.

:)

PS: i'll be working tomorrow at Kumon centre for a month. just to share the news and i promise i'll blog later. take care of yourself readers.

it's plain to see, that baby you are beautiful

it feels so surreal. to get back home, to be able to watch the sky while indulging upon bubur jagung specially cooked by mom, to have usual fight with your siblings and finally, to feel vulnerable upon your parent's lap. i'm living my dream. shah alam does not, or never offer any of these treatments apparently.

hello kedah, do you miss me? because i certainly do.

PS: to those who are reading my blog, i'm able to catch you all (by the traffic feed of course). i wonder how you all stumbled upon this unknown blog, and continue to follow the updates because i don't expect people to follow my stories. you know who you are and i just want you to know, i feel honoured. thank you.

and it hurts like hell, but i can deal

stranded at the airport, with 4 hours due before my flight is scheduled to be arrived. being a lone ranger is not bad at all.. in fact i love it and oh, i am well-used to it. and apparently, my observation rate has rapidly and furiously increasing here. my eyes are glued to the different culture, faces and the style each of them possess.

ironically,my laptop battery doesn't seem to cooperate with me. now, i am left with zero entertainment and pleasure, except with my book newly brought and another observation yet to discover. will blog later, have a happy holiday every(one).