In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful
"Lesung pipit adalah kecacatan pada otot zygowaticus di bahagian pipi,iaitu ia pendek dari normal.Jadi apabila tersenyum akan berlaku ‘lekuk’ di bahagian tersebut.
Namun ternyata ia satu ‘kecacatan yang indah’,kan? ^__^ "
Found this somewhere in tumblr.
Ye. Saya cacat. Cacat yang indah :')
Okay, bukan nak perasan.
Tapi , Alhamdulillah for this gift :')
#sayaadalesungpipit !
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
#np : Bilakan Damai - Hafiz Hamidun
Mentari menangis di senja memerahBumi anbia menjadi padang jarakPuing-puing runtuhan berserakanHanyir darah menyesak dadaTubuh layu gugur bergelimpanganBertindih dalam kubur tanpa bernisanDi hujung sana berjuta kelaparanDi dera wabak yang menyiksakanAnak kecil bertanya bimbangMengapa lena ibu terlalu panjang?Di Wajahnya mencerminkan kedukaanBilakah pula ayah akan pulang?Dia yang tak mengerti apaMenjadi mangsaSuara tangis syair senduMenghiris kalbuBilakan berhenti kekejaman?Bilakan terhapus penindasan?Kemana hilangnya kemanusiaan?Entah bila akan pulih keharmonian?Sampai bila bersilih penderitan?Bila pula akan muncul ketenangan?Bilakan damai akan menjelang?Soalan yang masih tiada jawapan
cr: tumblr
Friday, November 23, 2012
Kurang
In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful
" kerana saya penuh dengan kekurangan.. takut tak mampu jadi yang terbaik "
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errr sekadar berkata.
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OKAY. abaikan.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Alamak !
In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful
#erk !
saya malu. emotional breakdown saya terlalu obvious ke?
okay malu !
#erk !
saya malu. emotional breakdown saya terlalu obvious ke?
okay malu !
Rahsia
In the name of Allah , the most Gracious, the most merciful
hehe :P
I would like to tell something to you, dearest blog. and make sure you don't tell to anybody :p
rahsia.secret.
selimut hijau bulat bulat biru saya (tiada unsur politik di sini ) sebenarnya dah lama tak basuh :)
berapa lama ?
hurmmm lets see.
saya masuk KMKN tahun 2010, July. Sekarang dah 2012 November.
*tak perlu ambil kalkulator * hehe :P
umurnya-dah-tak-dibasuh ialah :
2 TAHUN 4 BULAN ! ;D
maaf, jika tindakan dengan tidak membasuh selimut hijau bulat bulat biru itu terlalu tidak matang, tapi itulah buat saya tidur lena setiap malam. Kasihanilah saya kalau takde dia :P
kalau nak dia basuh jugak, awak teman lah saya tidur pulak. make sure, bau kena sama :P
ehhey, maaf merapu sikit.
ayuh mulakan tugasan ! Bismillah ...
hehe :P
I would like to tell something to you, dearest blog. and make sure you don't tell to anybody :p
rahsia.secret.
selimut hijau bulat bulat biru saya (tiada unsur politik di sini ) sebenarnya dah lama tak basuh :)
berapa lama ?
hurmmm lets see.
saya masuk KMKN tahun 2010, July. Sekarang dah 2012 November.
*tak perlu ambil kalkulator * hehe :P
umurnya-dah-tak-dibasuh ialah :
2 TAHUN 4 BULAN ! ;D
maaf, jika tindakan dengan tidak membasuh selimut hijau bulat bulat biru itu terlalu tidak matang, tapi itulah buat saya tidur lena setiap malam. Kasihanilah saya kalau takde dia :P
kalau nak dia basuh jugak, awak teman lah saya tidur pulak. make sure, bau kena sama :P
ehhey, maaf merapu sikit.
ayuh mulakan tugasan ! Bismillah ...
Saturday, November 3, 2012
#np Lafaz Yang Tersimpan
Lafaz Yang Tersimpan
Luluh hatiku yang sayu
Menatap wajahmu tenang dalam lena
Kasih zahirkan laku
Sedangkan bibirku jauh dari lafaznya
Dan raut tuamu membekas jiwaku
Meredakan rindu mendamaikan kalbu
Tak mungkin kutemu iras sentuhanmu
Biarpun kuredah seluruh dunia
Mencari gantimu
Betapa sukarnya menyusun bicara
Meluahkan rasa menuturkan sayang
Kasih yang terlimpah hanya sekadar tingkah
Cuma ungkapan kebisuan yang melindungkan kalimah rahsia
Masih kubiarkan waktu
Melarikan lafaz kasihku padamu
Mengapakah sukar menyusun bicara
Meluahkan rasa menuturkan sayang
Kasih yang terlimpah hanyalah sekadar tingkah
Cumalah ungkapan bisu kalimah rahsia
Apakah yang hilang andai dilisankan
Bait penghargaan penuh kejujuran
Tak mungkin terlihat cinta yang merona
Jika hanya renungan mata yang bersuara
Bukan tutur kata
Tiada lagi ertinya pengucapan
Andai akhir nafas di hujung helaan
Sebelum mata rapat terpejam
Usah biar kehilangan
Menggantikan lafaz yang tersimpan
- UNIC -
Kalau fahami betul betul lirik ni, menangis jugak lah kita. Dah replay banyak banyak kali, terus call mak and alhamdulillah. saya dapat lafazkan rasa yang tersimpan. Selagi ada masa, selagi tu saya nak mommy and daddy tau yang saya sayangkan diorang fillah :")
Tambah emosi tunggang terbalik sikit dua tiga minggu ni, mendengar suara dan nasihat orang tersayang soothing my mind.
ayuh, bangkit nad ! Kerana anda perlu berjuang untuk ibu ayah mu bukan untuk menyenangkan hati mereka yang mahu melihat anda jatuh !
Seindah Mawar Berduri 2012
In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful.
Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah.
Jazakallah buat semua yang menjayakan program ni. Another new different perspective as a facilitator for orphanage.
Tarikh : 19 - 20 Oktober 2012
Tempat: Kem Intan Suraya Sungai Siput
Buat adik adik mawar Bakip, moga kalian berjaya dunia untuk akhirat. Moga kalian mendapat pengajaran setiap masa kita bersama :) InshaAllah, doa kami sentiasa bersama anda.
Luahan Rasa
In the name of Allah. The most Gracious, the most merciful .
Being a good sister is not what i'm capable of but i try my best. I don't have a little sister to be annoyed with and do all the girly things but, Alhamdulillah, to have my elder sister is more than enough * i can't believe i wrote this ! * HAHA . We used to fight over stupid things and she was once my first death note list. err, seriously. But things change. People always said that to me:
" Nad, tau tak, kalau masa kecik kecik kita tak rapat dengan adik beradik, nanti besar kita lah paling rapat "
I somehow don't believe with this statement but time proves this to me. We have our on way when we got into secondary school. Me with hostel life in Balik Pulau and she with her nusrsing study and i can barely remember what we have for our eid for few years. We don't really spend our time together and for few years, I don't feel like I have a sister. No sisterhood in my life. What I remember, I love my three monsters at home and I even named each of them with different name HAHA. Well, people don't really know that I have this kind of habit. Naming your things with cute names, maybe? HAHA The three monsters is my three little brothers. and yes, things change when she become a nurse a year ago and I got into RCMP.
So, as we can see, I'm the kak ngah in the family. Second daughter out of five. Alhamdulillah. My parents also the second daughter and son . All my cousins will call the pak ngah and mak ngah :) heee. Beautiful coincidence that make me feel special. errr HAHA. And every each of us have a story behind our birth date.
My sister was born a day before christmas and nothing is significant about that :P . I was born 5 days before my parents anniversary. see ! another beautiful coincidence :p ! Nadzrul was born on Eidul Adha. Najmi was born the same day as my mum birthday and the smallest Nazrin was born two months earlier than expected. erk. Yup, he was born at 7 months old with a lot of complications but Alhamdulillah, he survived healthly and active :')
Well, this is not the story I want to tell. This is not the luahan rasa that I feel. I'm a daughter with high expectation from my parents. They expect me the most and to be perfect in everything. I grow up with the feeling of not to make the they dissapointed with me. My sister was a naughty when she was kid so my parents so so so sad about her and I have this kind of feeling that I should not make they feel that anymore.
I don't want the worry about me. So I tend to solve my own problems. I grew up in this way and matured.
Until there is a part where I can't hold them anymore. The problems are too much and i will end up crying till I sleep. I don't usually tell story with my family. The feeling of inferiority and I maybe will put them in trouble so I decide to solve them on my own.
Stress is my best friend and sometimes I don't notice that saya sebanarnya sangat tengah stress until my body react uncomfortably. So, sejak masuk RCMP ni, saya terasa stressnya bila almost every week saya akan demam. Dan, jarangnya saya bagitahu kat parents. iyelah. Risau pulak nanti. Cukuplah sekali saya buat mereka risau waktu itu.
Okay, apa yang saya nak luahkan sebenarnya, kalau sesiapa sahaja yang berada di tempat saya pasti ada kawan kawan yang akan tolong. Bukan saya tiada kawan. Ramai. Tapi saya ada trust issue. erk. satu lagi masalah. And bila saya dapat luahkan kat Iman and semalam kat kak hidayah, I'm quite proud of myself.
Saya tak tahu kenapa tapi, bila orang buat baik dengan saya, saya mudah jatuh hati dengan kebaikkan orang. Saya bukan jenis orang yang suka bercerita dengan masalah. Jadi bila ada orang dapat tahu saya ada masalah, saya akan mudah menghargai mereka. It shows that how concern they are. Bila perempuan, it's okay for them to show their concern tapi bukan lelaki. Tidak mengapa untuk saya suka perempuan itu sebab kebaikkan dia tapi apabila lelaki, saya keliru.
iye. Suka itu satu fitrah, satu perasaan yang Allah kurniakan. Tapi perlu disalurkan sebaiknya. Kita tidak boleh mengawal kebaikkan orang. Dari sesiapa sekali pun. Saya mudah terharu. dan perasaan itu buat saya rasa bersalah. Allahurabbi. Setiap kali perasaan itu datang, saya beristghfar panjang. Mungkin niat mereka memang ingin membuat kebaikkan, mengambil berat sebagai sahabat, tapi saya yang mudah terasa dengan kebaikkan orang. erk. macam mana ni ?
Jujurnya, susah ada perasan macam ni tambah tambah bila orang yang tahu kita ada masalah tu dekat dengan kita dan kita tahu perasaan ni salah. Saya kerap berkata kata sendirian. Macam mana saya suka Iman, sebab dia tahu saya ada masalah and dia direct je tnya setiap perubahan saya. Tiada masalah sebab Iman itu perempuan, tapi kalau Iman tu lelaki ? apa saya nak buat ?
Saya keliru sebenarnya. Bersalah. Kenapa mesti orang sebegitu?
Wallahua'lam
Being a good sister is not what i'm capable of but i try my best. I don't have a little sister to be annoyed with and do all the girly things but, Alhamdulillah, to have my elder sister is more than enough * i can't believe i wrote this ! * HAHA . We used to fight over stupid things and she was once my first death note list. err, seriously. But things change. People always said that to me:
" Nad, tau tak, kalau masa kecik kecik kita tak rapat dengan adik beradik, nanti besar kita lah paling rapat "
I somehow don't believe with this statement but time proves this to me. We have our on way when we got into secondary school. Me with hostel life in Balik Pulau and she with her nusrsing study and i can barely remember what we have for our eid for few years. We don't really spend our time together and for few years, I don't feel like I have a sister. No sisterhood in my life. What I remember, I love my three monsters at home and I even named each of them with different name HAHA. Well, people don't really know that I have this kind of habit. Naming your things with cute names, maybe? HAHA The three monsters is my three little brothers. and yes, things change when she become a nurse a year ago and I got into RCMP.
So, as we can see, I'm the kak ngah in the family. Second daughter out of five. Alhamdulillah. My parents also the second daughter and son . All my cousins will call the pak ngah and mak ngah :) heee. Beautiful coincidence that make me feel special. errr HAHA. And every each of us have a story behind our birth date.
My sister was born a day before christmas and nothing is significant about that :P . I was born 5 days before my parents anniversary. see ! another beautiful coincidence :p ! Nadzrul was born on Eidul Adha. Najmi was born the same day as my mum birthday and the smallest Nazrin was born two months earlier than expected. erk. Yup, he was born at 7 months old with a lot of complications but Alhamdulillah, he survived healthly and active :')
Well, this is not the story I want to tell. This is not the luahan rasa that I feel. I'm a daughter with high expectation from my parents. They expect me the most and to be perfect in everything. I grow up with the feeling of not to make the they dissapointed with me. My sister was a naughty when she was kid so my parents so so so sad about her and I have this kind of feeling that I should not make they feel that anymore.
I don't want the worry about me. So I tend to solve my own problems. I grew up in this way and matured.
Until there is a part where I can't hold them anymore. The problems are too much and i will end up crying till I sleep. I don't usually tell story with my family. The feeling of inferiority and I maybe will put them in trouble so I decide to solve them on my own.
Stress is my best friend and sometimes I don't notice that saya sebanarnya sangat tengah stress until my body react uncomfortably. So, sejak masuk RCMP ni, saya terasa stressnya bila almost every week saya akan demam. Dan, jarangnya saya bagitahu kat parents. iyelah. Risau pulak nanti. Cukuplah sekali saya buat mereka risau waktu itu.
Okay, apa yang saya nak luahkan sebenarnya, kalau sesiapa sahaja yang berada di tempat saya pasti ada kawan kawan yang akan tolong. Bukan saya tiada kawan. Ramai. Tapi saya ada trust issue. erk. satu lagi masalah. And bila saya dapat luahkan kat Iman and semalam kat kak hidayah, I'm quite proud of myself.
Saya tak tahu kenapa tapi, bila orang buat baik dengan saya, saya mudah jatuh hati dengan kebaikkan orang. Saya bukan jenis orang yang suka bercerita dengan masalah. Jadi bila ada orang dapat tahu saya ada masalah, saya akan mudah menghargai mereka. It shows that how concern they are. Bila perempuan, it's okay for them to show their concern tapi bukan lelaki. Tidak mengapa untuk saya suka perempuan itu sebab kebaikkan dia tapi apabila lelaki, saya keliru.
iye. Suka itu satu fitrah, satu perasaan yang Allah kurniakan. Tapi perlu disalurkan sebaiknya. Kita tidak boleh mengawal kebaikkan orang. Dari sesiapa sekali pun. Saya mudah terharu. dan perasaan itu buat saya rasa bersalah. Allahurabbi. Setiap kali perasaan itu datang, saya beristghfar panjang. Mungkin niat mereka memang ingin membuat kebaikkan, mengambil berat sebagai sahabat, tapi saya yang mudah terasa dengan kebaikkan orang. erk. macam mana ni ?
Jujurnya, susah ada perasan macam ni tambah tambah bila orang yang tahu kita ada masalah tu dekat dengan kita dan kita tahu perasaan ni salah. Saya kerap berkata kata sendirian. Macam mana saya suka Iman, sebab dia tahu saya ada masalah and dia direct je tnya setiap perubahan saya. Tiada masalah sebab Iman itu perempuan, tapi kalau Iman tu lelaki ? apa saya nak buat ?
Saya keliru sebenarnya. Bersalah. Kenapa mesti orang sebegitu?
Wallahua'lam
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