[Stargazers]

When all hope is gone and the burdens are too heavy to be lifted, take off your shoes and walk on this field like we used to. Remember when the stars twinkle up above you, remember the serenity of lying on the grass and leave the world behind you. When there’s nothing else exist, but you.

The stars and you.

The stars and us, two.

 

Remember when the night was so cloudy, until none of them appeared? And you said, “It’s too dark, I see none!” Them stars came not into our sight, but I caught a glimpse of them in your eyes. They shone brighter than anything that twinkles in the skies. They did and they will always belong to you.

Remember when you were crying so hard and I failed to soothe you? The stars did better job than I do. We play confessions, we count the stars, and them stars resemble hopes, you said. And I believed it dearly.  Do you?

We are so different now. The vistas between us stretch for miles. But we are still the stargazers; the dreamers when the pitch nights envelope the skies. We are the fields’ warm intruders and the night’s storytellers. We will always be.

You are like them stars.

Please. Don’t wander off too far.

 

 

+ Snippet

[SomeSpace]

Some space, meant not for you. Some space was left untouched since you slammed the door shut.  Forget about coming back, because you no longer my life and soul. Pretend not, my baby. We were blundering in the darkness before and second chance is a futile anticipation; the same mistake that about to commit once again. We just can’t live a lie.

The tenderness, the happiness, the laughter in the past is now locked in time. Some distinct spaces yet clear. Some space is all the spaces we can never return to.

It’s a new day. Let the ray of sunlight slice through our muddy mind and wash everything away.  Ignorance is not always a sigh of bliss, after all.

 

+ Snippet

Because in the end, you don't choose Art. Art chooses you. .

[Wena Poon, author of Lions in Winter]

[MyDecember]

December greets me, once again. Time flies, that what they said.

Another year is about to pass by. Leaving a trail of memories behind. So breathless whenever, wherever I see you, so wordless I became each time your simplicity haunts me. An almost lover? Nah, we were never that close. Sigh.

December meets me, again. It’s time to ponder upon what I’ve done, throughout the days, throughout the year. It’s time to forget anything, everything but you. I can't pretend. You painted Love all over me. Yes, you.

Another year is about to emerge from its deepest sleep. The sound and sight of a new day and year frightens me.  Getting old, but am I a wise man now? Or am I in no wise at all? Ah, me.

Another year is leaving. And as it goes by, I promised myself to tuck my God, family and friends deeper into me. This coming year, let it be no more chasing, no more fighting, no more shitty feelings. No. Nothing. . And I’m all psyched up for another year, another journey, and another different story.

It’s December, once again. The long walk throughout the year is quite tiring. Now, I put everything on hold and just do nothing, but thinking.  Because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.

p/s: I'm tired of shovelling tasty food here, in my home. Guilty.

Credits: Pagnolle via Flickr.com

[HappyEid]

[TatieTulis]

Tatie wrote us (my friends & me) the best post everrrrr!

click, here.

Thank You, Tatie!

[AspiringAviator]

I want to be a pilot!

Diego Quemada-Diez's award-winning short profiles Omondi, a 12-year-old boy living in a Kenyan slum, one of 15 million sub-Saharan African children orphaned by poverty and AIDS.

Credits: Youtube & Sundance Channel

[Phonography:KLCC]

Location: Kinokuniya & London Fish Tales, KLCC
Date: Thursday, December 5, 2008
Comrades: Aimi, Tajul, Moja Amin
Photos by Moja Amin & Aimi

For full report: Visit Aimi’s Kindly Unspoken, here

[Mirror,Mirror]

Few hours ago, I went to Maybank to cash in some money to pay my rented house. As soon as I make my steps towards the bank, I was greeted by a kid, maybe around 9 to 12 years-old who was trying to sell religious books and CDs. He was clad in tucked-in red and white collar shirt, with a 'songkok' and a huge sling bag, I politely smiled and say 'no' and strode into the bank. In my head, wild thoughts started to pop-up, here and there. A lot of whys and wherefores emerged in my medulla oblongata.

After I cashed in the money, I took several minutes to observe the people who went out from the bank, and of course, the kid. He was busy trying to sell his books and CDs, and that's a good sign- he won't aware of my watchful eyes. His gloomy face vividly show tired he was and my main point in writing this is, please be considerate and sympathetic, people. I saw people being out-and-out insensitive, selfish and unsympathetic. The LEAST you can do is look into their eyes, and say thanks or smile-don't just walk away like he/she's not even worth your eyeballs to see or your voice to say thanks! Urgh.

I can't describe how shitty I felt because;

1. I am almost have it all, ( a family, friend, laptop, etc.) but I keep whining for more- How grateful I am.
2. Sometimes, I have extra money. And I wasted them all by buying unnecessary things and lavished myself with luxuries.
3. I was born under a lucky star, but hardly feel thankful for that.

And as I rode my motorcycle to Nazri and Tajul's home, I wonder why can't we nurture some sort of culture in Malaysia to give shelter to these unfortunate kids? A "Foster a Kid" campaign, maybe? Whomsoever you and me, will turn out to be in the future, I hope that we can always be grateful and be mindful of the unfortunate ones. I hope that God will always bring such thing to our mind, in the future, InsyaAllah. Quoted from, Mamma Mia!;

Money, money, money 
Must be funny 
In the rich man's world 
Money, money, money 
Always sunny 
In the rich man's world 

[Money,Money,Money by ABBA]

 

Owh. Darn you, MONEY!

+ BritBiggestFan!

You HAVE to watch this!

The scared face: PRICELESS! 

Hahahahahaha!

Cute!

[Phonography: IKEA+HibiscusGarden]

Location: IKEA,Mutiara Damansara & Hibiscus Garden, KL
Date: Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Comrades: Aimi, Tajul, Azri, Moja
Photos by Azri & Aimi

For full report: Visit Aimi's Kindly Unspoken, here

+ HappyBirthday,BritBrit!

... and this is the greatest present for you, this birthday:

Source: iTunes

[Phonography: Putrajaya]

Location: Masjid Putrajaya, Putrajaya
Date: Saturday, November 29, 2008
Comrades: Aimi, Tajul, Nazri, Firhan, Moja
Photos by Moja Amin

[Fang-less!]

Yes, fang-less.  The newly released "Twilight" has dashed my hopes to see this phenomenon saga do well on the silver screen. All I've got is a typical, weak, corny movie-  a far cry from what's in the books. I am a bit (not entirely) upset with was put out.

I am one of gazillion of readers out there who fell in Love with the Twilight saga, and throughout the year, we've been patiently waiting for this movie to come out, and follow every single trailers and spoilers of the movie, the official ones also the fans-made. I put Paramore's "Decode" on the 'repeat' mode on my iTunes to cure the yearning towards the movie. And million of readers out there, who has bought the album movie soundtracks, MONTHS before the movie was due for release. Geez!

The script was weak, weak, weak!  Kristen Stewart's (Bella) narration throughout the movie irritates me, big time. The script and the scenes were not effectively and properly elaborated. And you should properly watch the faces of the vampires; I can vividly see their make-up lines! I know that the ( hot) vampires should be milky pale, cold and blah,blah,blah, but they should properly do the make-ups! The milky pale,  with pink lips Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullen) looks like those junkies model in Calvin Klein ads. And Bella's MAS luggage bags under her eyes, were vividly seen (maybe Edward consumed too much make-ups, nothing left for Bella). And not to forget, the scene when Edward revealed his darkest secret in the woods, and show Bella how his skin will look like under the sunlight; it was unforgivable. What's the heck with the cheap-glittery-fairy-tale effects? God.

The main character in this movie is EDWARD CULLEN. He was described as a handsome, unblemished,  rich, good-looking, and very attractive young man with impeccable, perfect fashion sense (see how many times I use the Adjectives?) And the Edward Cullen in the movie was poles apart from what was portrayed in the books. Edward, in the movie, clad in the same, boring, dull gray peacoat and worn-out jeans. Urgh!

It's a BLAH!

I can't type about this any longer. I need a good sleep. I'm frustrated! and I mean it. Maybe I should continue by typing the positive parts of the movie tomorrow.

 

p.s: Maybe I should wait and leave this movie review-ing task to Hafriz. I sound so silly and totally suck in this.
p.s.s: I put Paramore's "Decode" with 'repeat' mode on. Again.

[BritBritUK]

Subject: She's Everywhere, peeps!

Now, click to stream her next performance at X-Factor show in the UK. She looks uh-mazing, I must say. No golden globe on stage this time around, but she still nailed the show! Simon 'blabbermouth' Cowel and the other udges gave her a standing ovation. Owh. Seriously, what else do you want from that Silly Simon? A standing ovation. Period.

She's everywhere, and she shows no sign of slowing down, people. Hahaha!

5/5 (again!)

 

Source: BreatheHeavy.com

[BritBritFrance]

Subject: I don't need more reasons to like her.

She's all psyched up for the next tour. Here is Britney Jean Spears, the new Queen of Pop (Make way, Madonna) perfomance in Star Academy in France. Click to stream:

This time, 5/5!

She killed it!

 

Source: BreathHeavy.com

[Twilight]

Two more days before I hit the cinema and watch the movie. Two more days. I can't wait any longer, and maybe I should buy another one ticket for the following day, yes? Twilight has totally changed the definition of chic-flic, and before this, I would feel a bit embarrass by reading books that fall under such genre, but I've totally made up my mind regarding it. 

To the Twilight guys out there, there are rumours that, maybe, I repeat, maybe, this whole Twilight thing will be re-told from Edward's point of view, and the draft of it is called "Midnight Sun". Yes. I had the similar idea that this pop-culture phenomenon should be written from Edward's POV, so the male readers (and females too, of course) may get better, and fair picture of the saga. Geez. 

p.s: Thanks Aimi for the pre-order tickets.
p.ss: And sure, Nashrah, I will watch this movie on your behalf !

[BritBritBambi]

Subject: Do I need anymore reasons to like Britney Jean Spears? (I think not)

Here is Britney's perfomance at the Bambi Awards 2008 in Germany few hours ago. She has performed "Womanizer" and I can't describe the thrill of her perfomance (watch and learn, Aguilerra). She totally looks at her best, but I believe that she walked too much on the stage and the dance moves were little. Click to stream:

 

 

But overall, 4.75/5 for her and the crews (and Yes, I'm biased)
The circus has begun!

 

Credits: BreatheHeavy.com

+ Condolence

انّا للہ و انّا الیہ راجعون
"Truly to Allah we belong, and truly to Him shall we return"

Brothers and Sisters,
Please be informed that, my Noona (IN/NUR A'IN)'s MOTHER
has passed away on Friday, November 28, 2008.
Please, please, please pray that Allah gives strength to my Noona and
her family to bear the loss and place her mother's soul in peace. InsyaAllah.

Al-Fatihah

[Lumpur]

Aku adalah lumpur hitam
yang mendebu
menempel di sandal dan sepatu
hinggap di atas aspal
terguyur hujan
terpelanting
masuk comberan
siapa sudi memandang
atau mengulurkan tangan?
tanpa uluran tangan Tuhan
aku adalah lumpur hitam
yang malang

 

Words by Fahri "Ayat-Ayat Cinta"
Photography by 945ontwerp
Design by Moja Amin

[The Guy Who Chooses Friendship Over Love]

Don’t forget to breathe. Don’t forget to text her every night. Comb your hair, put on some cologne. Yes, my boy!

Speak up with confidence; don’t let her see the flaws and your heebie-jeebies: kill the butterflies. Yes, my boy!

Time flies and Sparks fly, too. It’s time for him to go; and you’ve started wiping your brow. The words were exchanged, emotions were unleashed.

    “Why you should leave? Just stay. Just stay”

    “…”

The guy walked away.  With a broken smile, but he knows that Life is full with Poisons and Honey. He just needs to choose the right elixir. And searching for happiness and Bohemian haven in a grain of sands.

    “Please stay”

    “…”

Darn you. I am me, and I trade nothing for that; and he left in silence."What we had was all we ever need"

 

Photograph by Cordelia
Design by Moja Amin

[IKEA]

For full report of the journey, click here.

+++

Photographs by Aimi Jamshah
Design by Moja Amin

 

[EverythingNice]

Being alone at home does have many advantages. The day seems longer and the tranquility captivates me to watch movies, series, lectures and read books. 

Finally. I've finished re-watching korean soap opera; 'My Girl'. This is so embrassing; but I really hooked to the series. I can watch it over and over again and laugh my head off. (Don't forget the crestfallen, sadistic part!). I plan to watch House season 4 and 5 after this, and maybe Supernatural later on. Geez. 

I've wind up reading two books, Sharma's "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari" and Hosseini's "A Thousand Splendid Suns" (yay!) and currently, gleefully reading Randa's "Does My Head Look Big In This". I hope I'll able to finish it by this weekend. I vowed myself not to buy any new book(s), not until I finish the unread ones that I've bought. I am so in the mood of reading now.

Kenny started this. I have to start thinking about my next year's resolution (and yes, you too!) The garden-fresh salad days is diminishing every day. Plus, I have no resolutions last year (2008), and yes, I'm a major procrastinator in doing things that I should work on. That's me.  

p.s: I've downloaded Circus. Illegally. Ah me.

+ Brothers

"No one of you shall become a true believer until he desires for his brother what he desires for himself."

[Sahih al-Bukhari]

 

[LettingGo]

Life sometimes can turn us into the darkest pit of despair. And sometimes, you're attached to a person or a thing or your ego so dearly until you feel so damn hard to build up a new life. It's so painful to walk the path we used to take, to listen to her favourite songs, to watch her favourite movie. It is hard to move forward. Your heart still belong to the past. Prisoned. Chained. You just don't want to feel the pain, you want to let everything go and put them in the past. But the heart is too good in playing tricks. Too agile in cards that It dealt.

We cling ourselves to the past. We cling to everything that is no longer applicable, relevant to ourselves. We cling to everything that we familiar with, places that we're used to. We can't be someone new. We are still here. We are not moving. Not even an inch. Saying goodbye is easy. Letting go is almost impossible.

 

Sometimes, someone holds to much space when she shouldn't.

 

[Lion+Lamb]

Edward Cullen: And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Isabella Swan: What a stupid lamb.
Edward Cullen: What a sick, masochistic lion. 

 

[TheDaysII]

Day 3:The Sweat

After I posted the blog in the afternoon, I decided to re-watch 'my girl'. Yes, the Korean series. I had my lunch and yes, it's Nasi Goreng again. I'm so thrilled of cooking/goreng-ing of late. And by the evening, Azri, Aimi, Nazri and me went to the faculty and play badminton. When the pros (Azri and Naz) were playing, Aimi and I sneaked out to the gym and sweat buckets. Hehehe. Bdw, Aimi and I planned to pre-order the TWILIGHT ( now, screaaamm!) tickets this Sunday. 7 or 8 tickets including 'the Beaches' too. And Aimi and me have planned something fun too. I'll reveal later.

 

Day 4: ikaIKEA

FINALLY, ikaIKEA revealed the exact location of her 'paradise' through an e-mail. Yes, e-mail. I think it would be safer if we learn and use Morse code, Ika. Hahaha.  For some legitimate reasons, jalan ke sorga can't be revealed to the public. Hehehe. And by night, while I was enjoying 'my girl' and get carried away by emotional and laughed my head off, Farah, Ina, Bob and I had some 'conversation' via YM. Geez. Good ol' days. Hahaha! Aimi and me planned something for today's activity;

We're going to IKEA!!

InsyaALLAH, Aimi, Tajul and me are going to IKEA (ikaIKEA) this afternoon. Why afternoon? So I can have my lunch at home first, to cut off some budget. Hehehe! Now, It's 8;16 am. Maybe I should doze off for a few minutes and dream about IKEA. Not ika. Hahaha! bye!

p/s: Azri's going home today. Gonna be alone at home! 

 

[TheDays]

Day 1: The Arrival

I arrived in Shah Alam around 3 p.m after a 5 hours nauseating journey from Gerik-Ipoh-Shah Alam. I took a cab and to my suprise, my housemates, Azri and Fifi was still here in Shah Alam. Azri and me went to Tajul's penthouse to 'burn' series of HOUSE. Whilst  criticizing the tidy-ness of Tajul's house, Tatie called me to ask us out to catch GP-506 at Sunway Pyramid. And the movie was great (except there were moments I feel like puking or closed my eyes). I'm not a big a fan of horror/thriller movies, but this movie possessed a quite good story-line and numerous of adrenaline-pumping scenes. Disturbia.

I still wished we watch Madagascar 2 that night. Hahaha.

 

Day 2: The Hanky-Panky and Yusuf Estes

After we 'survived' watching the movie, around 1:30 am, Azri, Tatie, Nad, Fifi and me still can't get enough, so we decided to roam around a little bit. So we went to Hartamas (Harta-emas?) and grabbed a drink while watching Manchester United's match there. I was informed that this is such a hip place for the rich and famous. Well, you can see people in the same age of me wearing stylish, skimpy cloth. Eventually, I was busy observing people around there than the MU's match and chatting with friends. We went home around 5 am and get some sleep.

After 2 hours of sleeping, I woke up to perform my Subh prayer (around 7am!!!!). Thanks to Tajul for the missed call to wake me up. I took another 1 hour sleep after that.

I re-woke(?) up at 8 am and prepare myself to go to Sheikh Yusuf Estes's talk. I arrived at MBSA around 9:05 am and I bet people can see the red-ness in my eyes due to lack of sleep. Luckily, Sheikh Yusuf Estes was late, so I felt better. Around 9:15 am, he arrived with his daughter and some other fellas and he went straight to the sofa and sit. (yes, he sit whilst preaching). He started everything by teasing the MC of the event, who is a one-year old convert from Haman, if I'm not mistaken. Yusuf Estes is the best preacher/dai'e I've ever listened too. There are two things that I thanked Allah many times in my heart and head;

1. Thanks for dragging me here, to listen and attend this wonderful event,
2. Thanks for the gift of my language, so I can break the language barriers and comprehend the speech.

Initially, he told us the etymology of ISLAM itself, so we will get the real picture of what IS Islam. And he told us something very,very crucial, ISLAM IS NOT A TOLERANT RELIGION. Yes. Because once you devote yourself to Islam, you MUST obey the God's words. There is no choices, no compromises. ISLAM ONLY TOLERANT TO THE OTHER RELIGION, which explained the Quranic verse that told us for centuries that there is NO force for anyone to embrace Islam. Maybe I should explain all these in another special post. Maybe.

Fast forward. I came back home with a real empty stomach and cook NASI GORENG for the very first time. Thanks to my mom who showed me how to. Since this is my maiden trial in preparing fried rice, I classified my cook as 'edible' or fit to be eaten. At least, neither Azri nor me got diarrhea. =)

In the evening, Azri and me went to Tajul's house and bring along the leftovers and chicken nuggets and fries to his house. And by night, we sent Fifi to the bus station and he went home.

Day 3: Undecided

I woke up at 12! And Azri is still sleeping whilst I'm typing this. I'm going take my bath after this and prepare some food because I'm starving. Geez. Everything else is still remain undecided. 

 

=]

 

[Holiday!!]

Holiday can lead me to fatal boredom. In few hours, I'll be boarding a bus for home. Yes. Home sweet home. But I'll be back in Shah Alam soon, very,very soon which id on Saturday, InsyaAllah. On Monday, Nov 23, I'll be attending Sheikh Yusuf Estes' talk at MBSA and I really-really hope that I can shake hands with him. Hehehe.

And by 26th, 27th and 28th November I'll be helping Liyana and two other seniors in an event at Concorde (If I'm not mistaken) Putrajaya. I don't know whether they will provide us with rooms or not, but I really hoped they will. So I can roam around and meet my friends a little. Owh. Not forget to mention, according Miss Witch in High Heels, they'll be paying us RM 100 per day!

RM100 (+ free food/rooms maybe) x 3 = RM 300! Ka-Ching!!
Easy money isn't it?

After that, InsyaAllah I will work on Ethos! Book Club's little bloggie and spruce up my house! I'll be alone at home, so it would be easier for me to tidy up everything! Hehehe! I'm going to turn this house to be a spick-and-span tidy home! ( yea rite!) 

I'm going to sweat a little to drop some weight (and unnecessary fats) and wind up my remaining, untouched novels. Geez! I can't wait! Nazri and Tajul are also gonna stay at their home, so I can pay them a visit if boredom started to lurk inside me. No qualms! 

 

In conclusion, this is my what-to-do-while-holiday-list!

1. Attend Sheikh Yusuf Estes's talk! (anyone who's interested, buzz me!)
2. Help out Liyana at RM3OO-event!
3. Ethos! Book Club's blog!
4. Sweat a bit! You're getting fat!
5. Tidy up my (our!) little habitat!
6. Wind up books + movies!
7. Re-think, Re-contemplate, Re-everything!

 

p.s: Owh. Thanks to Izza for (un)willingly search for Van Gogh's posters for me. I'll pay them back! Promise!

 

That's all, Thank You! 

Have a nice holiday, peeps!

 

[Musafir]

Musafir
(beri kekuatan, Ya Allah)

Harusnya ku bisa melupakan,
kerana terlalu penat diri
melantunkan rindu.
Acap kali lidah ku kelu,
terinjak maruah serta imanku
kerana terlalu asyik memburumu.

Kini ku lelah.
Ku kembali menjadi musafir,
haus, letih namun girang
kerana ku pasti,
Hidup adalah merjan-merjan kemungkinan
dan dari seribu kemungkinan,
pasti terpasak satu harapan.

 

 

+ Snippet

ما زنده به آنيم كه آرام نگيريم
موجيم كه آسودگي ما عدم ماست

We are alive because of not to stay,
We are waves, so our stagnation is our death!
- Saeb-e-Tabrizi

     2008 sudah hampir tiba kepenghujungnya. Saya kini mengira hari-hari yang tersisa sebelum pulang ke kampung halaman mungkin beberapa hari sahaja lagi. Banyak aktiviti yang akan diusahakan sewaktu cuti ini! Dan perkara yang paling tidak sabar dan membuatkan saya sedikit tidak keruan adalah kehadiran Sheikh Yusuf Estes tidak lama lagi. Aduh... rasanya seperti menantikan Britney Spears yang datang dari Tinseltown! Haa.. terlepas kata tentang Britney Spears, ada kawan-kawan dan pengunjung blog saya yang menegur bahawa blog saya kelihatan kurang... hmm.. ilmiah kebelakangan ini. Maaf saya pohon, terutamanya kepada mana-mana pihak yang terasa dengan post saya yang lalu; [Dogs]. Terlampau emosional, saya akui. Mana tidaknya, kepala ini sesak lagi sendat dengan subjek psychology dan buku yang terakhir saya baca adalah bulan lalu. Surat khabar jangan harap untuk dipegang. Majalah pula hanyalah Galaxie. Movie pula, Sex and The City, yang saya sudah tonton buat buat kali ketiga. Patutlah terpasung minda ini. Ish.

 

 

P.S: Saya juga sedang menilai-nilai untuk berpindah ke casa (rumah) yang baru; blog maksud saya. Mungkin. Kita tunggu dan lihat sahaja, sebab bukan senang mahu memindahkan segala posts dan mengheret segala memori yang saya kongsi selama hampir 1 1/2 tahun ini. 

Selamat Bercuti!

+ CircusUpdates

"Ha ha he he ha ha ho."

In less than 24 hours, Circus has intruded to the top 10 album on iTunes! And at this very minute, she has moved to #3rd spot of the iTunes (and she's still climbing). Why is she so amazing? Geez.

These are the tracks in the 8-minutes sampler mix:

+Womanizer
Superstar/ Where you from, how's it going?/ I know you / Got a clue, what you doing? /You can play brand new to /All the other chicks out here /But I know what you are /What you are, baby

+Circus
I'm like the ringleader/ I call the shots /I'm a firecracker /I make it hot

+Out From Under
I don't wanna dream about/ All the things that never were/ Maybe I can live without/ When I'm out from under/ I don't wanna feel the pain/ What good would it do me now/ I'll get it all figured out /When I'm out from under

+Kill the Lights
Kill the Lights!/ (Take 'em out, turn 'em off, break 'em down) /Kill the Lights!/(Don't be scared, make a move, see me now?)/Kill the Lights!/ (I've seen you, watching me, watching you)/ Kill the Lights!/ You can't handle the truth/ What happened to you?

+If You Seek Amy
(will be added soon)

+Unusual You
Baby you're so unusual /Didn't anyone tell you, you're supposed to, break my heart?/ I expect you do, so why haven't you? /Maybe you're not even human cause/ Only an angel can be so unusual /Sweet surprise, I could get used to / Unusual You.

 

=]

 

[ZOMG]

zomg!

Breatheheavy.com has just received a new 8 (EIGHT/LAPAN) minutes exclusive CIRCUS tracks!

I'm dying for this album. She's definitely at her best.

 

Click here to download the eight-minute wonderment!

 

Now, I'm all psyched up for the next hurdle, psychology!

=]

 

 

+ Snippet

It's becoming a habit of mine, collecting nice pictures around the net. And because I've saved an immense number of photos I somehow don't even know where's the pictures were from. I found this in my "Trash can" and there are several things that I pondered upon whilst looking at this picture:

1. God is GREAT.
2. Look at the skieeeess! It's soooo bluee!! (notice the excitement!)
3. The clouds are so fluffy and I feel like jumping on them!
4. Such a vast river(?) down there.
5. Some lucky people are enjoying the view and the breeze caresses their body!
6. Where is this place?
7. Where is this place?

 

 

=]

 

 

[Say]

Say 

Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration 
Take all of your so-called problems, 
Better put ‘em in quotations

Say what you need to say

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead, 
If you could only . . .

Say what you need to say 

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You’d better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open 

 

Say what you need to say

 

John Mayer

=]

[Dogs]

I'm quite upset. So I wrote this...

 

Dogs, eat this.
Life is supposedly to be easy with too many things to enjoy, but sometimes, something can turn to be quite not right. One words you said, dogs enjoy the scuttlebutt about you with 100 other words, and manipulating your emotions. Your words are like bones, they just Love it. They drool for it.

Sometimes they come in nice outfit; another breed of dogs; puppies, chihuahua, labrador, shepherd, etc. 'Owh, they're such a cutie!", and you get yourself fooled. They bit and they pooped, but it's all right, let us clean it up the mess because we know, no matter cute they are, they're still just dogs. woof! woof!

I will give you all the words, I mean the bones, for you to carry home and feast after you're tired searching in every nook and cranny for them. I pity you so much, dogs. But why are you still biting my butt, hands, and legs? Are you still hungry? Maybe I should grab my bow and arrows to shoot you down. Because I feel sorry for your futile efforts. I'm so sorry.

Dear dogs,
I'll always treat you as my pets. Because I knew that you created yourselves that way and you want to be treated that way. Work harder, dogs. Keep biting. Keep kicking. Keep struggling. Maybe you will be lucky enough to get my flesh and bones after this. Who knows? Come on, let me see what you can do. =)

It's ok, dogs. It's my job to forgive you (for now).

 

I still love you still, dogs.
(as my pets)

Let's go for a walk! Shall we?

 

 

p/s: Beware of whom you are bartering/exchanging the bones with. Because they might bite your tail back. Well, that's what your karma bitches and buddies do. Aite?

=]

 

[TheAnswer]

 

[Dandelions]

I want to be like the dandelions. Once the wind blows where it wishes,

I will go and drift myself closer to you

 

[MojaWroteThisForYou#1]

+ PromoPoster

 

 

The circus is coming to town!

WOMANIZER - Main Version
Written by: Briscoe, Nikesha / Akinyemi, Rafael
Produced by: K. Briscoe / The Outsyders

CIRCUS - Main Version
Written by: Claude Kelly / Gottwald, Lukasz / Levin, Benjamin
Produced by: Blanco, Benny / Dr. Luke
Guitar: Gottwald, Lukasz
Keyboards: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Percussion: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Background vocals: Claude Kelly / Dennis, Cathy / Marie, Myah

OUT FROM UNDER - Main Version
Written by: Birgisson, Arnthor / Hector, Wayne / Peiken, Shelly
Produced by: Sigsworth, Guy
Guitar: Page, Andy
Keyboards: Sigsworth, Guy
Strings: Sigsworth, Guy
Background vocals: Haywood, Leah

KILL THE LIGHTS - Main Version
Written by: Araica, Marcella / Boyd, Luke / Hills, Nathaniel / Washington, James
Produced by: Danja / Beanz, Jim

SHATTERED GLASS - Main Version
Written by: Claude Kelly / Gottwald, Lukasz / Levin, Benjamin
Produced by: Blanco, Benny / Dr. Luke / Claude Kelly
Keyboards: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Percussion: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Guitar: Gottwald, Lukasz
Background vocals: Claude Kelly / Wagner, Windy

IF U SEEK AMY - Main Version
Written by: Kotecha, Savan / Kronlund, Alexander / Martin, Max / Shellback
Produced by: Martin, Max
Background vocals: Kinnda / Martin, Max / Spears, Britney

UNUSUAL YOU - Main Version
Written by: Jonback, Henrik / Karlsson, Christian / Livingston, Kasia / Pontus Winnberg
Produced by: Bloodshy & Avant
Guitar: Bloodshy & Avant / Jonback, Henrik
Keyboards: Bloodshy & Avant
Background vocals: Livingston, Kasia

BLUR - Main Version
Written by: Araica, Marcella / Barthe, Stacy / Hills, Nathaniel
Produced by: Danja
Background vocals: Boyd, Luke

MMM PAPI - Main Version
Main Artist: Spears, Britney / Let's Go To War
Written by: Gough, Adrien / Nicole Morier / Peter-John Kerr / Spears, Britney / Walter, Henry
Produced by: Let's Go To War / Nicole Morier
Guitar: Worthy, Chris

MANNEQUIN - Main Version
Written by: Fauntleroy II, James / Knox, Rob / Mason, Jr.,Harvey
Produced by: Knox, Rob / Mason, Jr.,Harvey

LACE AND LEATHER - Main Version
Written by: Gottwald, Lukasz / Levin, Benjamin / Jackson, Ronnie / Storm, Frankie
Produced by: Blanco, Benny / Dr. Luke / Claude Kelly
Keyboards: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Percussion: Blanco, Benny / Gottwald, Lukasz
Guitar: Gottwald, Lukasz
Background vocals: Nova, Debi / Sebert, Kesha

MY BABY - Main Version
Written by: Sigsworth, Guy / Spears, Britney
Produced by: Sigsworth, Guy
Guitar: Page, Andy
Piano: Page, Andy
Stings: Page, Andy

RADAR - Main Version
Written by: Karlsson, C. / P. Winnberg / H. Jonback / Lewis, E. / Muhammad, B. / Nelson, C. / Que, J.
Produced by: Bloodshy & Avant
Guitar: Bloodshy & Avant
Keyboards: Bloodshy & Avant

 

Spin it like a hurricane!!

=]

 

+ Tatie

Hari ni saya berpuasa. Isnin katakan. Rasa dosa dah tambah, berat dah naik, so kena puasa sikit. Acad pon berpuasa jugak, so kami (saya, acad, chip) menjemput Tatie untuk menyertai pasukan kami untuk berbuka puasa di PakLi.

Tengah-tengah sedap menjamu selera, tiba-tiba suara comel Tatie kedengaran, "Kenapa korang takde awek aa? "

Moja tersedak.
Chip terdiam.
Acad buat tak tahu.

Terima Kasih diatas soalan itu, Tatie.

You've just made my day.

=]

+ TeoriLucu

Another friend of mine, Chip/Kucin/Jebon/Chippolicious has joined the world of blogosphere.

*ClapClapClaps*

Click here to be redirected to his TeoriLucu!

 

=]

 

 

+ Snippet

 

This pic was taken by me at my faculty. The sky; never failed to impress me. 

One more hurdle to go (Psychology) , and I'm off for a sky blue holiday!

 

 

[the'H'word]

Hijab.

I try hard not to write anything about this, but since I stumbled upon many blogs about this, I think I should give my opinions about this. This going to be long, I warn you. And I am breaking my promise while typing this.

Here in Malaysia, we have a lot on our platter to feast on. The ‘multi-everything‘ society offers you more than you might see in the neighboring countries. When we talk about women in Islam, it is almost impossible to disconnect the hijab issue that created such huge outcries from the four corners of the world. We can vividly see on the television how the Muslim women fight against the government for their right in donning the headscarves in France. The same issue also risen in Singapore, Canada, Turkey and other countries. And such women who fight for the holy cause, never failed to impress me. And as a Muslim, I'm beyond proud of them.

Malaysia, that's so-called a Muslim country, the hijab is still can be considered as an issue. Indeed, for some Muslims, they consider the obligation of donning the hijab as a ‘litmus test' as whom devout, and who's not. But I strongly oppose that idea because, here in Malaysia, you still can see Muslim girls, clad in Islamic outfit; Hijab and Baju Kurung, commit nasty acts at the park or in the car. These girls, in my opinion, better properly fold their headscarf and put it in their closet because it's such a disgrace to the other women who donned in their Hijab and try hard to preserve the good name of Islam. Period. "At least I wear hijab", that's what some said when they commit such lewd sinful acts in the public.

I try not to prejudge women that clad not in Hijab, because sometimes they are much, much better than those who donned the hijab but knows nothing about the sacred name that tags along with it; Islam. One thing for sure, the debate on Hijab or headscarf or tudung or whatsoever you may call it, will never end. I will never know how hard to put the scarf on because I'm a brother, but I am beyond proud and gratified for you, sisters who donned in hijab and proud of it.

 

 

يَا أَيُّهَا النَّبِيُّ قُل لِّأَزْوَاجِكَ وَبَنَاتِكَ وَنِسَاء الْمُؤْمِنِينَ يُدْنِينَ عَلَيْهِنَّ مِن جَلَابِيبِهِنَّ ذَلِكَ أَدْنَى أَن يُعْرَفْنَ فَلَا يُؤْذَيْنَ وَكَانَ اللَّهُ غَفُورًا رَّحِيمًا

"O Prophet! Tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks (veils) all over their bodies. That will be better, that they should be known (as free respectable women) so as not to be molested. "(Al-Ahzab: 59)

So, to those who's wearing Hijab and preserving their religion's dignity, I would like to say thank you and may God always give the best for you. And to those who are still hesitate to clad in it, take your time and find some concrete reasons before you make any decisions regarding it but remember, it's a fard. 

 

=)

 

+ Tag,Tagged

I was tagged by Hamzani, 7 things about me.

1. Sometimes, I wished I can turn back time.
2. I need some space for myself, I Love to be alone, sometimes.
3. I have a web account for house designing website. I can design my future house whilst dreaming.
4. I already have names for my future sons/daughters in my phone.
5. I Love watching nice things, that's why I Love IKEA.
6. The hijabists are perfect in my eyes. I admire the way they stand their ground.
7. I want to go to the Holy Land as soon as possible. I don't want to only visit Mecca when I am old and haggard.

 

=)

[7/11]

 

Happy 20th Birthday, Ban!

I'm bad in memorizing anyone's birthdates, even my mom's and that's why I need an organizer. But, this time, I'm so full of myself because I remembered yours even though I still have to ask Farah and flip my organizer to make myself sure about it. My brain cells are getting older. My bad.

I'm not giving you any presents because I'm broke myself, so I give you some of my words, here in my blog. This is our friendship for the past two years; absurd. There were so much joys and laughter back then, but time changes. Whatever happened between us, three, is too complicated to be understood by others, therefore they jumped into idiotic conclusion. So, we left the memories in silence and sew our mouths shut; because people won't understand anyways. Heck, we did our best to live for tomorrows and leave the past behind, but its clearly easier said than done, right? But still, here we are, still breathing, still kicking and still discovering the secrets that life may offer for us.

You are one of the nicest, honest people I ever met, and please keep yourself that way because that's the best present from a true friend may offer towards the others. Keep your faith strong in God and may Lady Luck be with you throughout the thick and thin.

O joy! Now you're another bloody year older.
Welcome to the club, brotha!

(Hahaha!)

 

+ ForHer

+ Syukur

Senarai Kesyukuran Saya.
(disuruh oleh miss Jane)

 

1. Saya bersyukur saya study sampai jam 4 pagi tadi dan akhirnya berjaya menjawab soalan Phonetics and Phonology dengan jayanya. Alhamdulillah.
2. Allah berikan saya cukup pancaindera untuk melihat, merasa, mendengar dan paling penting, berfikir. Alhamdulillah.
3. Allah masih belum benarkan saya berpacaran, mungkin Dia simpan wanita untuk saya as a surprise. Hope so. Alhamdulillah.
4. Saya bersyukur pencuri motor mencuri motor EX5 buruk ayah saya. Allah ganti dengan yang baru. Alhamdulillah.
5. Saya bersyukur saya suka membaca. Membaca bagaikan berkomunikasi. Menulis bagaikan berkata-kata. Membaca dan menulis adalah segalanya bagi saya. Alhamdulillah.
6. Saya bersyukur menjadi seorang penulis blog yang tak seberapa. Sebab tak seberapa lagi baik dari tiada apa-apa. Alhamdulillah.
7. Saya bersyukur saya akhirnnya kenal sejadah. Satu tahun boleh merubah segalanya. Terima kasih kawan. Terima kasih Tuhan. Alhamdulillah.
8. Saya bersyukur saya seorang yang kuat berangan. Sebab, tanpa angan seperti hidup yang kosong tanpa teman. Alhamdulillah.
9. Saya bersyukur saya punya keluarga. Sekurang-kurangnya, saya bukan hidup bergelandangan. Alhamdulillah.
10. Saya bersyukur saya seorang Muslim. Saya punya Tuhan. Saya punya Rasul. Saya punya dunia dan akhirat. Saya ada segala. Alhamdulillah.
11. Saya besyukur setiap nafas, setiap tawa, setiap hiba, setiap pahala, setiap dosa, setiap segala-gala. Alhamdulillah.

 

Terima Kasih, Allah.

 

+ GoodRead

Cinta Adalah Sekelompok Tahi
karya: Hafez Iftiqar Tarmizi

+++

Dia terbongkok-bongkok di hadapan saya. Asyik dan khusyuk. Dalam keadaan begitu, saya pasti dia tidak mahu diganggu. Saya menjadi hairan melihat dia mengutip setompok demi setompok tahi kering yang berjajaran di tepi jalan raya. Tidak seberapa jauh dari tempat kami berada, ada satu papan tanda besar tertulis di atasnya, ‘Jalan Menuju Kejayaan.' Saya sepatutnya ke sana, menelusuri jalan menuju kejayaan, kata orang, saya perlu mengutip seberapa banyak ilmu dan pengalaman untuk ke sana. Tapi sekarang saya terhenti disebabkan hairan melihat dia yang saya kira umurnya sekitar hujung belasan tahun atau awal dua puluhan. Tangan kanannya mengelek raga berbentuk hati. Tangan kirinya digunakan khusus mengutip tahi yang berbaris di sisi bahu jalan.
"Oi! Apsal ko kutip tahi?" Tanya saya penuh minat.
"Tengok betul-betul! Ini bukan tahi! Ini cinta!" Katanya separuh memekik, ada menyampah di hujung nada.

Masakan! Saya sudah berumur 23 tahun. Tidak mungkin saya tidak mengenali mana satu tahi dan mana satu bukan. Matahari sudah meninggi. Saya semakin jijik melihat tahi yang sudah pepak dalam bakul berbentuk hati. Pagi itu, saya mengetahui bahawa cinta adalah sekelompok tahi.

"Oi! Aku nak gerak dulu!" Jerit saya.

"Pergilah! Jangan kacau aku, aku tengah kutip cinta!" Dia membalas.

"Oi! Selamat kutip tahi!" Tempik saya.

"Ini bukan tahi! Ini cinta!" Dia bertempik dengan nada marah. Kali ini dia geram betul lalu dibalingnya setompok cinta, bukan, setompok tahi. Saya mengelak.

Saya terus berlari menyusuri jalan yang panjang itu meninggalkan dia yang khusyuk mengutip setompok demi setompok deretan tahi buat memenuhi bakul berbentuk hati. Pun begitu, saya masih percaya dia salah mendefinisikan cinta. Cinta sepatutnya putih dan bersih. Cinta bukanlah kawanan tahi yang busuk lagi membusukkan. Apa-apalah.... 'Selamat mengutip tahi,' bisik saya, lirih.

 

 

[Book-ing]

Finally, I successfully wind up wrapping all my (new) books. Now I have plenty of time to start reading, maybe I will kick off with R. Sharma's book first. I missed this month's Readings at Seksan. I really want to go there, and meet some local bloggers and writers. Belum kesampaian hajat dihati ini.

These are the books that I've bought and one of them, "A Beggar at the Gate" is actually a gift from Aimi. Clap! clap! I am looking for more books and more books. I hope I can finish them up this holiday to kill my boredom whilst at home. Here is the list of my money-sucking books:

Pile 1

1. A Beggar at the Gate by Thalassa Ali.
2. Marley and Me by John Grogan.
3. The Monk who Sold his Ferrari by Robin S. Sharma
4. The Fifth Mountain by Paulo Coelho
5. Does My Head Look Big In This by Randa Abdel-Fattah
6. Dewey by Vicki Myron
7. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time by Mark Haddon.

Pile 2

8. Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer
9 Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer
10. New Moon by Stephenie Meyer

*****

 

p/s: InsyaAllah, all these books will be available in Ethos! Book Club next semester.
p/ss: Does anyone ever read The Prophet? Buzz me. =)

+ Snippet

I took this picture while Herne was busy persuading the kids during my Champs' part-time job.

I wonder what he was thinking.

=)

 

 

+ Playlist

 

Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy

You fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never let forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

 

******

 

 

p/s: Thanks to Nashrah for this song!
p/ss: It's 2:58 a.m, and I still can't sleep!

 

 

 

 

 

[TableForThree]

Time has made fun of us.

We laughed, we wept and we hurt each other. It doesn't matter no more. The heart is too tired to think anymore, but there's always a space for another precious two. The irreplaceable two; and yes it's you.

Time mends.
Everyone says it and we tried so hard to believe in it. But it just won't go away. You wore my heart on your sleeve and it felt so good. Sometimes we just want the good old days back in our life, but regretting won't bring any good. So we just let the feeling pass, letting it go.

The years have been cruel to us. The urge to forgive ourselves for what we've done. It's not easy but it's not supposedly being that hard. We said to ourselves, "It's time to let go. Let go". But we still gripped it firmly. I won't let it go. Will you?

Another chapter is about to come to an end. And words are all the things that I had and have. I'm no a wordsmith. I'm no good in words, but believe me this table is the only place I call home. And it will always be. I have no more Love stories. I don't want one too. Because I have no one to share with. But, hey! Life is full with surprises, we'll never know when He will play His tricks. Till' the day our Friendship speaks louder than words.

We are young.
But we are getting old.

You said, "Let these years be a remembrance for us in the future". I agreed. Without friends, no one would want to live, even if he had all other goods. And then we'll have a cuppa, here.

A place for thee. A table for us three.

 

"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."
Walter Winchell