Saturday, May 31, 2008

Lucky number sleven

I was tagged by Safwan. so here goes!


 


7 Perkara Tentang saya.




  • saya tak suka orang ubah nama saya. tak kirala ejaan atau sebutan.

  • saya bukan orang pagi (morning person). orang malam pun tak. hmmm.

  • saya sangat suka biskut. terutama biskut penghadaman (digestive).

  • saya mula tertarik kepada doktor sejak saya jumpa doktor tu kat hukm.

  • saya rasa orang sering tersalah anggap terhadap perlakuan dan keperibadian saya.

  • saya sebenarnya tidak berbangga yang saya kurang pandai menulis dan memberi ucapan formal dalam Bahasa Melayu.

  • saya mempunyai masalah untuk membuat keputusan. pendapat saya selalu sahaja bertukar-tukar. 


 

7 Perkara Menakutkan saya.




  • hukuman daripada Allah

  • kehilangan orang tersayang

  • ulat, cacing, lintah, ular, belut dan apa-apa yang berbentuk panjang dan bergerak seperti mereka

  • matahari (takut menjadi lebih hitam)

  • tak dapat keputusan peperiksaan yang cemerlang setelah berusaha bersungguh-sungguh

  • ayah saya apabila dia sedang marah

  • ketinggian. saya gayat


 

7 Lagu buat masa sekarang.




  • I'm Yours- Jason Miraz

  • Heartbreaker-Will i am

  • Mercy- Duffy

  • I'm in love with a girl- Gavin DeGraw

  • Home- Michael Buble

  • Take a Bow- Rihanna

  • Leavin'- Jesse McCartney


 

7 Perkara yang saya Selalu Sebut





  • ya Allah

  • Maaa..

  • tapi kan


  • I mean


  • kan?


  • tu laa


  • really?/ey?


 


7 Perkara yang Amat Bernilai




  • keluarga saya

  • beg beg saya

  • album album gambar serta video

  • surat surat, sistem pesanan ringkas (SMS) , dan lain-lain hasil tulisan yang saya masih simpan

  • rakan rakan rapat

  • bantal squishy saya

  • cuti cuti di mana saya dapat tinggal di rumah


 

7 Pertama Kali dalam hidup saya





  • mempunyai duit sendiri dalam bank walaupun duit itu duit PTPTN


  • tidak menambah nilai kad prabayar saya selama hampir sebulan (telefon saya pun dalam mood cuti)


  • menunaikan umrah


  • memandu kereta di jalan raya tanpa lesen L


  • menjawab soalan soalan seperti ini


  • berjumpa dengan seorang yang terkenal yang saya benar benar minat


  • merasakan kegagalan dalam pelajaran yang membuatkan saya sangat kecewa


 


7 Orang Yang anda mahu tag




  • Aminah

  • Kak Piah

  • Sabeera

  • Herne

  • Laili

  • Kak Nad

  • Azam

Friday, May 30, 2008

I can't work at Memorylane

my mom has been insisting that i do something to my room. she says it looks too dull. and i agree. it does look dull. she's been telling me to do these craft projects like in the magazines that she likes to buy. she just finished her project yesterday. its a pink pencil case. very cute. it has those flowers embroideried all over. she asked my opinion to either put a zipper or make a flap cover. i said do both. but she ended up making the flap cover. she says its more pretty. and it is. very cute. it has "cikgu faridah" at the flap.



i know that my mom wishes that i could have as much enthusiasm in sewing and crafts as her. its not that i dont. i do actually. but i guess im just waiting for the time for me to feel creative. i wonder when will that be.


anywaaay, i did something today. to make my room less dull. i wrapped boxes. dont laugh. wrapping boxes is a hard thing for me. i have these magazines scattered all over my room and i decided to buy those cute boxes in the gift stores so that i could just put them in there. i told my mom about the idea and she said,


"nanti mama bawak balik kotak kotak kertas A4 kat sekolah tu. ada banyak. pastu nanti kaklang balut jelaa."


"ha ah, btul jugak. bolehla kaklang pilih wrapping paper yang cantik cantik sikit kan? good idea ma."


i kinda forgot that ive never been good in wrapping. in school, i used to ask my friends to wrap my books or files. and sometimes they do it with their own will after looking at the ones that i did wrap myself. same with presents. to those who have recieved presents from me, its not that i dont want to make your presents appear less obvious and have a little bit of surprising factor, but i just think they would look better in paper bags.  


but somehow i thought wrapping boxes would be easier. i took my mom's glue gun thinking that it would be cool to use it. i could pretend that i was young martha stewart.


so i cut the aeiou wrapping papers after measuring them on the boxes. then when the glue gun was hot enough to melt the glue stick, i started applying the glue on the boxes. thats where the horror began. it looked so much easier when martha used it. the glue was very very hot. so i had to be extra careful to not touch the glue when i smoothened out the paper on the box. so it was kinda hard. i mean, how can you wrap something if you can barely touch it?


and as im an 'expert' in wrapping, i find this quite irritating. but i continued anyway. repeating "i can do this! no more dull room!". i dont know why i wasnt wearing my glasses when i was doing this. when i noticed that everything was just so blurry, i put on my glasses. minus the blur, i finally noticed. another disaster. i had put the glue gun on the table when i wasnt using it. how was i to know that the glue would be dripping out when its not used? but yes, silly me. when doing craft work, you should always have newspaper covering the table so that things like this wouldnt happen. even kids in 1st grade know that. and oh yea, the table that i was using isnt actually a table. i was using my iron board. well, the glue gun required electricity and the plug near the table had my charger on. so i used the plug near the iron board. so there it was. glue all over the iron board. a few seconds later it would dry up and stick there forever. and whenever i wanted to iron my clothes, the glue would melt and there would be glue all over my clothes and people would call me sticky azie because anything that touched my clothes would stick. 


but alhamdulillah that wont happen, you guys wont be able to call me sticky azie because to my relief, the glue actually easily peels off on fabric. but perhaps the glue is the cheap kind as it happens to peel off easily on papers too.(i wonder why is it called glue at all?) so each time i applied glue on one side of the box, the side that was just glued before would fall off. it was really frustrating. but i kept my cool. i was thinking if i sticked the paper faster meaning immediately after the glue was applied, it may stick and dry at the right time and not cause the paper to peel off. but no, it still peeled off. i dont beleive in martha anymore.


 no more glue guns for me.


i searched for real glue. the ones that dont require guns. the ones that used to cost just 1 ringgit at my school koop. but i couldnt find any in the house. the only glue that i found was glue stick. we all know that glue sticks are for kids that have just been introduced to art. whenever the tail of a dinosaur is mistakenly assumed as the horn, they can easily peel the tail and put it where it actually belongs. they dont need to cry because they mistakenly put the tail at the dinosaur's head beacause as soon as they realize their wrong assumption, they can slowly peel the tail without damaging the paper and put it at the dinosaur's butt which is where the tail belongs. or in simpler words, glue sticks dont stick!


so after getting fed up of the paper falling and falling, i searched for tape. and i found one. so i had a plan. i put on a bit of glue stick just so that the paper wouldnt budge, and then i put on the tape. and walla! the combination of both, it sticked! yeay! and then just as i was about to finish wrapping the second box, i was out of tape. im soo lucky in this wrapping thing, kan? i refused to let the box unfinished so i used this brown tape that people usually use to seal boxes when they're moving houses. i cut them into little pieces so that when people dont look too closely, they would think its just a part of the design of the paper.


so finally, alhamdulillah after 2 hours my boxes were beatutifully wrapped. its beautiful because i say so.  okay?


do these two boxes make my room less dull now? hmmmm. 


 

 

*do notice that i only write about things like my box-wrapping project when i have nothing better to do. ;p

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The next generation of Kulaan Harmine



i said, "semua buat muka cumell!!" and these are their cumell faces.

(from left, adam, maisarah and aqif) adam and aqif are brothers and they are cousins with maisarah.


 maklang and aishah maisarah :)

 adam took this photo. their maklang loves to teach them how to take photos. ;p adam's shot is not bad kan?

 

 *photos taken at yong asmi's masuk-rumah-baru kenuri last saturday.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Muuuuus, Soooo, Azie rinduuuuuuu.


cepatla baliiiik :(

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Terlajak perahu boleh diundur. Terlajak kata?

SH: x_x dah agak dah it's a bad thing to publish this one


SE: its ur blog la
SE: y shud u care if i like it or not?
SE: publish anytg u want
SE: write anytg u want
SE: n kalau i terasa
SE: its my problem


SH: :|


SE: not urs


SH: jgn laaa mcm tu


SE: SH!
SE: u said it urself
SE: u wont pujuk n all that
SE: then dont
SE: im okay


SH: i said if u didnt tell.. then i wont pujuk laaa
SH: now i know.. i MUST pujuk
SH: sorry okay.. really2 didnt mean it


 

blogs are not meant to be places to break people's hearts. writings are expressions that could last for eternity. you could pretend that you misheard a speech but you cant pretend that you've misread something thats perfectly stated in written form. unless you have dyslexia. yess, its ur blog. you can write as you wish. but if you're going to break my heart, dont write it to me. say it. so you could see how hurt i am. ok, SH?

and the pujuk memujuk thing. im not dying for it. if u think u need to pujuk, then go ahead. i may get easily hurt but the good thing about it, im also easily softened. a sincere "sorry" is all i need sometimes. but if ur doing it only because u think i want it, then dont. i'll just hate u even more.

Anyone needs some love?

honestly i dislike this theme. the ones that i do like dont have certain widgets that i need. i wanna create my own theme. and i've been trying to change the image header but i dont undertstand why would it want to crop my image. dont crop it. just resize it. like what they do in bloggers. (no, im not moving again. too tired to pack). and i just discovered how to put the links here at the sidebar. was easy. just needed a little exploration to do.

anywaaaay, if there is anyone that would be kind enough to personalize my blog for me, do tell. i'll love u forever. and i'll even leave a comment in each of ur posts. great deal huh?

anyone? ;(

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Boy friends.

i just finished reading Where Rainbows End by Cecilia Ahern. the same author who wrote P.S, I love You, which i also love. but i love this one more. yeaa, guess this will be another book review. i loved the book so much! i wonder why i didnt discovered it earlier.

the novel is about family and friendship. beautifully told through letters, emails, IMs, SMSs. yupp, every single thing in that book was from all those written sources. no normal story telling with the narrator point of view and all that. guess thats why it was so interesting. i loved it. i loved the beginning, middle and end. i loved the way Ahern described the characters. the way all of them ended up being great writers (i mean almost everyone in Rosie's family could write. maybe not Kevin. well almost).

i loved the way Ruby gave her honest but always sarcastic advice to Rosie. thats what real friends should do. be honest, i mean. being sarcastic is tolerable. i laughed all the way through. and the relationship that Rosie had with her daughter, Katie, just proves that not all mistakes should remain being a mistake. not that im saying its okay to make the mistake that she did that "produced" Katie. well, you know what i mean. and the conversation in the Relieved Divorced Dubliner's chat room made me rolling on the floor laughing. hilarious! and then, of course the relationship between Rosie and Alex. they were bestfriends since they were 5! i know its just a story. but still, it can happen. boys and girls can be best friends and love each other. just not in that kinda way.

i have several guy bestfriends now. im not sure what will happen to us in another 10 years but what i do know is i would never ever want this friendship to end. i'm going to be with them until we've graduated and have our own jobs (maybe we'll end up working together?), when they have their own girlfriends and when they become husbands and then daddies. i wanna be with my kids one day and tell them about him and they will know him. not because they've seen him in photos. but because we still keep in contact and still meet and all. so i wanna be friends with them forever.

yeaa, i cant gossip with them, share with them my biggest secrets, or hug them when im happy or sad. absolutely no physical bonding whatsoever. but it just makes the friendship even more facsinating, doesnt it? its the way their brains, hormones, etc function thats interesting and useful because its different. and being a guy, they provide what we, girls, cant. like serving us the sense of security when we go out until its dark and late. (not that we do go out till late, ma). and like fixing the door knob of our room. ;p  or giving manly advice about stuff that needs their 'manly' point of view, concious or unconciously. boy friends and boyfriends are different. boy friends are not the people that we'll marry so we act different with them. we dont try to please them 24hours. and we dont care if he's looking at another girl when he's with us. or if he doesnt pay for our meals when we go out.  so there are less conflicts with boy bestfriends. ;p 
my girls are great bestfriends too. but between me and them is another story. guys or girls, best friends do what they do. they're always there for laughter or tears. so bff! ;p


in conclusion, read the book! Where Rainbows End. i love it, i love it, i love it! ;D

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Wasiat Nabi junjungan kepada Saidina Ali R.A

For those who happen to stop by here. Read this.  I know that we often ignore things like this assuming that its copied and pasted for a thousand times and have been forwarded to almost everyone in this web community thus making it too... unimportant? well maybe its vice versa. maybe its actually really worth reading. thats why people pass it on. after reading it themsleves that is. lets just make these hadith and riwayat and Quran pharases as our once in a while reminders. after replying to all those comments in frenster and poking and sending cookies in facebook, whats a few minutes of reading these few sentences that could make us realize a few things, right? its just to make sure we have that balance. just ask ourselves are we or are we atleast close to being a mukmin, alim, takwa, jujur or an ahli ibadah? well i know im not. need to do something about that.

 

 

Wasiat Nabi junjungan kepada Saidina Ali R.AWahai Ali, Bagi orang mukmin ada 3 tanda-tandanya :
1) Tidak terpaut hatinya pada harta benda dunia
2) Tidak terpesona dengan pujuk rayu wanita
3) Benci terhadap perbualan dan perkataan sia-sia

 

Wahai Ali,
Bagi orang alim itu ada 3 tanda-tandanya :
1) Jujur dalam berkata-kata
2) Menjauhi segala yang haram
3) Merendahkan diri

Wahai Ali,
Bagi orang yang takwa itu ada 3 tanda-tandanya :
1) Takut berlaku dusta dan keji
2) Menjauhi kejahatan
3) Memohon yang halal kerana takut jatuh dalam keharaman

Wahai Ali,
Bagi orang yang jujur itu ada 3 tanda-tandanya :
1) Merahsiakan ibadahnya
2) Merahsiakan sedekahnya
3) Merahsiakan ujian yang menimpanya

Wahai Ali,
Bagi ahli ibadah itu ada 3 tanda-tandanya :
1) Mengawasi dirinya
2) Menghisab dirinya
3) Memperbanyakkan ibadah kepada ALLAH s.w.t.

 

 

btw, thanks wan! :p

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

It was a dream.

my dream finally came true. firdaus told me that Dr Sheikh was coming to uitm and immediately i became hysterical. well, not really. but almost. Dr Sheikh! MY Dr. Sheikh was coming to meet me! i was so excited. we had a gazillion assignments to complete that weekend so i finished them all during the weekdays so that i could go meet my Dr Sheikh at pusat sukan uitm.



April 6th, there we were, me and syiqin at the pusat sukan's hall. i was screaming. but not loudly. only to syiqin. i couldnt believe that i was in one room with him. like under one roof. there he was, as alive as can be. not a photo. not even a moving object in the tv. but the real him. infront of me! looking as tall as ever. i know that he's tall but man, he's tall!



he gave a speech. oh, that voice. that voice that i have heard over and over again. i was like the only one in the hall clapping till my hands hurt. its weird that these other people come to meet him but were acting like he was talking another language. they didnt give support at all. only several clapped. and they didnt reply his questions. like when he asked, "sape kat sini nak jadi angkasawan?" and only me and syiqin raised our hands like 5year olds and screaming, "saya!!!" i mean why bother coming if you guys are not interested.

anyways, he's so cute. i know that people say he's like lembut and gay and all. well, he's not. i just know that he's not. he's a real man. and he's perfect.

then when the speech ended, it was time for the autograph session. oh God! i was shaking already. i was going to get the chance to be with him face to face. i was so excited! but then, only those who have bought his book could get his autograph. which was kinda like being an opportunist. nvm. i bought the book for So. who is another crazy fan of his. i just knew that So would scream when i told her i bought that book for her with his autograph in it.

there was a verry long queue to get his autograph. and his bodyguards! there were like 20 of them. covering him like a tent. the autograph was taken one person at a time. and when it was my time. my hands were sweaty. i was nervous! he smiled at me and asked my my name. i said write soraya. and for the posters, write my name. azie. and he said my name. azie. he said my name!!! he said my name!! then, it started. i became like a robot talking nonstop. i said, Dr Sheikh, "its such an honour to finally meet u. congratulations for everything. i read all ur blogs and i think ur a superb writer. and i know that u said u read all our comments and i just think that its very sweet of u. but why have u stopped  writing?" okay, those words came out waaay too fast and i knew that he only caught like the last sentence. so he said, "i still write.. i still write.." with the sweetest smile. this whole process was happening with his bodyguard pushing me aside. but i just stood there talking to him while he signed all my posters. got 3 of them. but i stopped when his other bodyguard came to me and almost grabbed my hand and was like going to throw me out of the hall. so i left. God! these bodyguards. dont they have better things to do.

but i got the chance to talk to him!! and he talked to me back! but it happened so fast! i know that Dr Sheikh wouldnt even remember that kid who mumbled too much. bu t oh well. doesnt matter. my dream came true. not all of it though. like he was actually supposed to have a real photo with me and say thanks for being such a supportive fan and say that he recognizes me by all my comments in his blog. well that didnt happen. maybe some other time.

 

only got the back view of his head. but its not JUST a head. its Dr Sheikh\'s head! ;plook at all those bodyguards!

The Orphanage

we had our community outreach project in April at an orphanage in Klang. it was my first time visiting an orphanage and honestly these kids didnt look like orphans to me. they looked so happy. not that being orphanage means thay they cant smile or laugh but well, i just thought orphanage homes would seem a bit different. they're home was in a very good condition. not like those that i see in tv. so they're very lucky.


it was a great experience. an eye opener too. im grateful that i have my parents and my own home. alhamdulillah Ya Allah.












Tuesday, May 13, 2008

I will clean my room, ma. I promise.

Rasulullah saw once said:

1. Oh Women, are you not pleased that when any women becomes pregnant and her husband is pelased with her, she will get the sawab of one who fasts in the path of  Allah and one who stays awake all night performing solat.

2. When the pain of birth comes, the sawab is so great that the abodes of the sky and earth cannot come to know of it.

3. When she gives birth, she gets the sawab for every drop of milk that the baby drinks.

4. For staying awake at night because of the baby, she gets the sawab of setting free 70 slaves in the path of Allah.

5. During pregnancy which is when she endures great pain and is in constant difficulty, continuosly sick, does not enjoy her meals, and has very little sleep, she will get the sawab of staying awake all night performing solat.

6. In one hadith, the sawab of breastfeeding has been mentioned as one giving life to another living. When the period of breastfeeding is over, she has been promised Magrifat (forgiveness of all her sins).

7. At the time of childbirth, she handles pain that can cause death. Therefore, she gets the sawab of shaheed.

8. As she has to put up with and endure the bitter ways of her husband, she gets the sawab of one in Jihad. Great sawabs and rewards have been promised for being obedient and good to her husband.

9. If she dies and her husband was pleased with her, she would enter jannah.

10. If she performs solat, zakat, guards her honour, obeys her husband, she can enter any Jannah through any door that she pleases.

 

there you go. the most Gracious, Allah SWT has made it clear of how lucky it is for us, ladies to one day become mommies and wives. Allah made women mothers because Allah knows that women can handle it. gentle, loving and sensitive. yupp, thats how Allah made women. but just look at all the sacrifices that they had to endure to make their children's lives a better place. its not easy to be a mom. more so if she has to deal with immature teenagers like moa.(and my brothers. cant take all the blame now, can i?). but i know that everyone of us havent actually been the best anak mithali. we do know that our moms work so hard to make us happy but still, we give her 3782 excuses to not do the laundry or even the simplest thing like cleaning our own room. cleaning our room is not for her anyway. its to make us comfortable staying in our own room. but still we refuse. well i dont know about u guys. but im one of those daughters who welll.. lets just say i hope i have enough money to hire a maid when i have my own house. the point is, the sacrifices that our moms have done for us is just unbeatable. showing that we love them is the least that we could do. so go tell your mom, I LOVE YOU, MAMA. yes, now! go!

mama, you're the coolest.  you're my best friend. i wouldnt be me if i dont have you. i am me because you are you. i know that i can be a total brat sometimes but believe me ma, it is nothing because of you. i learnt being a brat from the tv and like other bad things. but not from you. you are the greatest. if i ever become a mother and wife, i will be totally like you. the abundance patience, care and affection that you have for us and papa is unbeatable. and for that, i pray that Allah grant you happiness dunia and akhirat because you very well deserve it. 

i love you, ma. HAPPY MAMA'S DAY!