Just what I need

Salaam Alaik

Great! Just great! Ramadhan is here and I thought I can start Ramadhan nicely.. profoundly . But I can't.. for now. After half day of fasting, suddenly I can't. Who am I to complain? At least I can have my lunch after this. Haih~.Well, my tummy is grumbling and start to berkeroncong after knowing the fact that I can't fast. Sep sep with all my sisters too.

Then this blog thingy, Why oh why u lose all my links and comments. Now I have to do them all over again. It is going to take a lot of my time, now. I hate to do them again. It will take me ages to finish them all!!! Maybe later I will. Dad is fetching me this evening, I hope. Tomorrow, she will be going back to Ukraine after missing the supposed flight last Friday. Really, she is actually happy she missed the flight. The reason? She can actually go to Bazaar Ramadhan though the fact that she can't fast.

I really can't wait for this A-Level to end. It is going to be 8-month-long holiday! Muahaha.. Imagine the free time I am going to have. Nicey nice. I can't wait. Woohoo~

p/s: did I ever mention I have my trial exam this wednesday?

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Salaam Alaik

I am currently on hiatus

See you soon people with the sun always shine brightly on me hopefuly.

Love you all lots.

And yes,

do pray for me please.

toodles~

Risau tak sudah

Bismillah and Salaam Alaik

Dad came home yesterday from Indonesia safe and sound. Alhamdulillah. Thanks to Allah for granting my prayers of him coming home safely. It reminded me of the time he was about to be back from his Umrah recently. He was an hour late from the time he was supposed to arrive. I sms-ed him and I got no reply. I called him and yet no one answered me. I called Mom and from the sound of her voice , I knew that she was worried sick. I worried so much that I could not even concentrate in doing my homework. I constantly peeked at my phone, waiting for any calls from home. I called Mom again and we talked and I was trying to console her saying Insya Allah nothing will happen to Dad. Then her voice changed to sunshiney yellow voice. I knew now that Dad was home. Still, it made me restless till I heard Dad's voice. After 10 torturing minutes, I called him again. Only then I could continue my work as usual that night.

What I am trying to say here after so much blabbering is..

Sometimes, we think too much of something. We burden ourselves when nothing really is happening. We are worrying over something that we never knew it will happen or not. Only He knows. We keep on thinking about that thing until we can not do anything else. It will be bothersome as we are not being productive by just thinking of it

The moral of the story is..

Tawakkal is the best option here. It is when we really really do depend on Him alone after all the efforts and du'a put together. It is hard. Doubts will keep on trying to discontinue our belief in Him. But at least we try than keep on doubting.Right?

Well, today is Saturday. Unfortunately (or should I say fortunately?), we had replacement class for Raya holiday. I envied others who did not have any classes at all. Penat penat penat as my class was from morning till the evening.

I think I am going to have my sleep now. and I hope and pray that Mom Dad Akak and Haziq will come here tomorrow. Tata everyone.

Kedutan kulit mukamu bertambah

Salaam Alaik

I was asked to do a foot- long birthday dedication for someone in Australia

Should I do it?

Yeah I guess so

SO

here it goes



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I think that is enough. Although it is not a foot long but it is enough, right dear sister?

It seems that Dad's new PC does not have your pics. So, I have to grab this picture instead.

Hehe

I love you!!! Selamat Hari Lahir! Semoga ALLAH berkati dan redhai kamu sentiasa.

Saya menunggu

in a week, my sister will be back in Malaysia.

I am happy

I am happy

Happy I Am

They asked me,

Awa nak pergi Perth tak?

Of course I do

Tapi..

Tapi..

Pictures are enough

Haziq,
you surely did break the record of your sisters. my BM is not good enough plus the komodo thingy that has been a laughing stock till now, still i could not "beat" you my dear brother.

I hate the Siamese virus in YM

I hate people being suddenly angry or emo-ish with me without any particular reason. I felt like slapping their face , shaking them and yelled, "GET REAL FOR GOD SAKE"

yet sadly

I am turning into one.

I got emo with everything, everyone around me... for the time being. I guess it's the PMS kicking in. but still i hate to be one with uncontrolled temper. The whole day my mood swing has not been very good. I simply could not keep my temper. I cursed badly to the computer, luckily there were no one around listening to me cursing all the way with foul words. I could not believe myself for it, later when I am in the reflecting mood. Mulut jahat hari ini. I lost my temper so suddenly to Mum. I am sorry my dear Mummy. I did not know why I raised my voice and answered your questions with a slightly irritated tone. I really am sorry. I yelled at Haziq a couple of times today. I yelled at him because he asked me to do Roti Telur. I am sorry too dear brother. Dad is not around today. He went out apparently. If not, bertambah lagi dosa aku.

I hope my sorry state is only for today. I do not want to turn into an emo person. It will be disastrous.

Maybe I am bored.
Maybe I am a bit off today.
Maybe a screw get loose in my head
Maybe~
Maybe~

which reminds me of Annie's Maybe.



I changed to black. No, I am not mourning.... probably I am with the sorry state in Malaysia, with all those price hikes, with Pak Lah yang kononnya nak turun tapi tak turun-turun, with so many things, I guess.

I hope tomorrow is all sunshine for me. Who knows tomorrow I might change the template into bright yellow sunshine?






oh wait

i feel like cursing again

bodoh punya blogger aku nak letak gambar kau tak bagi apasal ha?

ehem..
pardon my faulty language.

rumah pangsa is not up to Haziq's standard apparently. An apartment does. No, it seems "apakman" does.