tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62559989623561226172024-03-14T17:28:56.385+08:0010 Songs & A Volume Louder~It is not what you do, it is how you do it. It is not what you see, it is how you look at it. It is not how your life is, it is how you live it.~Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-70367611667163629612011-08-15T14:20:00.005+08:002011-08-19T08:33:03.205+08:00Between his Alice and my David Copperfield"... istikharah tu kita mintak kat Allah for anything that we can't make our decisions on so that we may find peace within...iA..."
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<br />"... istisyarah plak is we ask people around us..people yang bole dipercayai dari segi agamanya and takde niat2 yang tersembunyi or kepentingan peribadi bila nak bagi pendapat. Tak bole nak istikharah alone je ..."<div>
<br /></div><div>And then there's wisdom...</div><div>
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<br /></div></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-75292786489858763652011-08-12T09:19:00.009+08:002011-08-12T19:17:18.059+08:00Therefore remind (men) in case the reminder profits (them).Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh
<br /><div><i>Yes, sopan kan di bulan Ramadhan yang penuh keberkatan ni? Ahaha...</i></div>
<br /><div>So many things I've learned yet so little time I have to share them here... Research and things at home are currently preoccupying most of my time. </div>
<br /><div>But today, nak mencuri a bit of my time (sebab baru lepas jumpa supervisor and ilham untuk buat the newly assigned task belum datang lagi) and share something that I learned from yesterday's tazkirah given by this one lecturer-cum-Ustaz from UKM.
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<br /><i>Kadang-kadang rasa macam nak bawak camcorder je time dengar all those tazkirah given at the surau in my neighbourhood.</i> <i>Saya tau saya semangat...biasala, orang baru nak belajar kan... lepas tu bila dapat tau rasa teruja pulak nak share...</i>
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<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"><i><b>Sabl bin Mu’ddh bin Anas narrated from his father that the Prophet S.A.W said: “Whoever teaches some knowledge will have the reward of the one who acts upon it, without that detracting from his reward in the slightest.”</b></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">( Sunan Ibn e Majah, Book of Sunnah, Hadith no 240, Classified as Hasan By Allama Albani)</span></b></i></div>
<br />(Kalau ada salah silap in my attempt untuk berkongsi apa yang dipelajari, apologies in advance.)
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<br />The topic was about how during this holy fasting month, dengan Syaitan dirantai di neraka dan pintu neraka ditutup serapat-rapatnya, masih ada berlakunya kejahatan dan jenayah-jenayah tak berperikemanusia such as an Ustaz caught sexually abusing a 13 year old student (that was the example given).</div><div>
<br />So the Ustaz, (the speaker) explained that yes, setiap satu Syaitan memang dirantai dan diikat sepanjang bulan Ramadhan yang mulia ni. <i>Nafsu</i> yang tak diikat.</div>
<br /><div>Nafsu itself is a makhluk. When we say makhluk (Allah's creation), automatically dalam kepala akan bayangkan something physical, yang boleh nampak depan mata. But he goes on and say that within us resides 2 other makhluk.</div><div>
<br /><b>Akal</b> and <b>Nafsu</b>.</div><div>
<br />Once there was this dialogue between Allah, Akal and Nafsu after Dia menciptakan both of them:</div><div>
<br />“Siapa kau dan siapa Aku?”. Lalu dijawab oleh akal tadi, “Kau ialah Tuhan Yang Maha Mulia dan aku ialah hamba-Mu yang maha hina”. Kemudian, Allah memanggil pula Nafsu. Ditanyakan kepada nafsu soalan yang sama yang ditanyakan kepada akal sebentar tadi. “Siapa kau dan siapa Aku?”. Dengan sombongnya nafsu menjawab, “Kau ialah kau dan aku ialah aku”. Allah pun menjadi murka and He sent Nafsu untuk diseksa di dalam neraka for 1000 tahun. After 1000 tahun, He called upon Nafsu again and asked the same question. Still Nafsu gave the same haughty answer and again it was sent to neraka for another 1000 years. Selepas tu for the third time Allah asked Nafsu again and finally Nafsu answered "Kau ialah Tuhan Yang Maha Mulia dan aku ialah hamba-Mu yang maha hina”. </div><div>
<br />(Nak tau lebih lanjut, boleh la google kitab karangan Ustman bin Hasan bin Ahmad Asy-Syaakir Alkhaubawiyi.)</div><div>
<br />So, the ustaz emphasized betapa degilnya Nafsu ni in comparison to akal yang by default memang akan taat pada arahanNya. </div><div>
<br />Puasa bukan sekadar menahan diri dari lapar and dahaga. It is a constant battle with our own nafsu/lust/worldly wants. Backbiting is a Nafsu. Liat nak tinggalkan comforter yang oh-so-comfy di waktu tengah malam to perform solat Tahajjud is a Nafsu. Melambat-lambatkan waktu solat sebab tengah nak komen status kawan kat facebook is also a Nafsu.</div><div>
<br />Sekadar memberi contoh that I myself can personally relate to. Guilty as charged! Hence, this also serves as a reminder to my own self la jugak...</div><div>
<br />Okay, dipendekkan cerita, and to agree with what<span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span><a href="http://sphinxi.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/on-the-12th-day-of-ramadhan/"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffff00;">Farihna</span></i></b></a> wrote on her blog, fasting should not be a reason for one not to perform or carry on with the daily routines or activities se-optimum mungkin. In fact, bulan puasa ni, kalau kita buat suatu kerja tu niat sebab Dia akan jadi ibadat and pahala memang... goodness gracious besar. Semua ibadat, even tidur (kalau tidur ikut sunah Rasul) akan dapat pahala. 70 kali ganda okay... </div><div>
<br /><i>Masa mula-mula dapat tahu, rasa macam rugi je tahun-tahun sebelum ni tak menghayati betul-betul maksud beribadah di bulan Ramadhan.</i></div><div>
<br />Tu belum masuk lagi tang pintu syurga and langit dibuka seluas-luasnya untuk Dia terima semua doa-doa kita. Direct contact. Ask for anything yang baik-baik from Him, mengadu la pada Dia, rintih la pada Dia to ask for forgiveness...belum tentu we'll live long enough to see the next Ramadhan. </div><div>
<br />Okay, I could go on and on...but I think I should go and hadap my research task now.</div><div>
<br />The first phase of Ramadhan is over. We're now in the second phase, Pengampunan.</div><div>
<br />Jom dating tengah malam nanti dengan Dia okay?
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<br /><div><i>Jangan lupa mengaji jugak. Quoting Hlovate, verses of Quran are like Allah's personal love letters from us.</i></div>
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<br /></span>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-60755377913943920362011-07-19T12:53:00.000+08:002015-05-27T16:09:49.574+08:00Let's make the best out of our lives<div>
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Okay. This will be a short and quick one.<br />
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There are currently 2 new additional things yang "<i>menyerikan</i>" (for lack of a better word) my life right now.</div>
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One is I've just joined an Usrah group. Berguru dengan Dr Harlina Siraj. She is amazing. The first time I went to her majlis ilmu, I was hooked on to her every word. 2 jam punya talk yang my mind literally tak menerawang ke territory yang tak patut diterokai.</div>
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The best part it, free ilmu. Rasa macam di-blessed sangat-sangat sebab diberi peluang to gain more knowledge from such a prominent figure in Malaysia. Boleh google nama dia ok? She has won numerous awards.</div>
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I'd write more about my first Usrah experience but time does not permit me to do so.<br />
So I'll quickly move on to the second thing that is currently my sole reason of living and breathing. <i>Bila bangun teringat kat dia. Sebelum tidur pun teringat kat dia. </i><br />
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<i>Dia</i> is my research project. Yes, I've started on my research. Kalau nak bercerita pasal si cinta hati saya ni, I've no idea where to even begin.</div>
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With the help of my kind supervisor,Dr Nazean Jomhari, insyaAllah I'll be developing a courseware that teaches deaf kids in Malaysia to recite the Quran. It'll be a pioneer project as no such system has ever been created in Malaysia or in any parts of the world. Credit due to Ustazah Nor Aziah for creating the technique that allows the disabled children to learn from the quran just like normal kids do. Bila dapat tau I'll be attached to her, and the opportunities I get to explore with 2 such great academicians, rasa takut ada, nervous ada, teruja dan blessed pun ada. This will definitely be an enriching but also challenging journey for me. I can only pray I'll be able to shoulder the responsibility that is being given to me. </div>
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Again, I could go on and on "bercerita" about my research. There's more that I want to tell about my supervisor and my client, Ustazah Nor Aziah, but masa memang dengki habis dengan saya. One of the research tasks is sitting right in front of me menunggu untuk disudahkan.</div>
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Saya cuma nak cakap saya teruja dan rasa seperti energetic untuk buat research (See, the one thing that you will never be able to run away from being a research student is kadang2 rasa macam bersemangat pasal research, other days rasa macam bakar je journals tu and pi berjimba sampai tak ingat dunia) sebab I now have my enthusiastic mojo back. Many thanks to this one blog I found. A friend told me about it. May God bless this girl for sharing her knowledge about the to-do's in a research.</div>
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So sekarang saya dah tau pasal Dropbox, LR matrix dan Mendeley.</div>
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There's one thing these two things have in common. Kedua-duanya somehow "memaksa" saya untuk menjadi lebih sociable. Yelah, bila pergi Usrah, nak kena beramah-mesra dengan the other sisters, kongsi knowledge. Bila buat research, tak boleh la jugak bertapa dalam bilik yang sekarang dah macam gua, tak keluar langsung sampai tak notice kat rumah sendiri dah upgrade ke Astro beyond kan?? Kena bersosial dengan the other researchers jugak.</div>
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Why am I highlighting about the social theme here?</div>
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because if you know me, you'd know my social skills is bad. I'm the introvert. Kalau ada satu perjumpaan atau gathering and I'll be the only one there yang tak kenal orang-orang yang lain, instead of approaching that big group of girl yang sedang berborak dengan gembiranya, I'd sit in one corner pretending I'm extremely interested in studying the karipap I'm holding in my hand.</div>
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Eh, apekah??</div>
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Okay, kata nak buat short post. Ni dah panjang dah.</div>
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Kerja tepi saya dah memanggil dah.</div>
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My research project is my amanah. I pray to Him to give me the strength to laksanakan ia sebaik mungkin.<br />
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Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-25344887874260041962011-07-12T09:12:00.013+08:002011-07-12T11:03:55.640+08:00She whom I look up to.<div>In dealing with a difficult situation, "<i>Listen. Then respond with compassion</i>" is what I hold on to. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nak meluahkan ketidak-puasan hati atau teguran, there are appropriate ways to do so. Kalau marah-marah, membebel, throw tantrums, buat tunjuk perasaan, hantar long, nasty e-mails with harsh bolded words in it, walaupun akan rasa lega sebab dah diluahkan apa yang terbuku di hati tapi there are chances mesej yang diketengahkan tak sampai kepada si pendengar. Because all he or she is hearing is the <b><i>noise</i></b>, not the <b><i>content</i></b> of your message. </div><div><br /></div><div>I usually avoid confrontations. I walk away. I am always open to a rational discussion atau teguran berhemah between 2 people. For that, I usually will stay.</div><div><br /></div><div>I believe in being <i>beradab</i> in everything you do. <i>Adab melambangkan keperibadian seseorang.</i> Adab shows how civilized you are as a human being.</div><div><br /></div><div>Surah an-Nisa. <i>The Women</i>. A surah that He has specially given to us. Even dalam tu ada diterangkan pasal pentingnya beradab.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">" When a (courteous) greeting is offered to you, meet it with a greeting still more courteous, or (at least) of equal courtesy. Allah takes careful account of all things. "—Qur'an 4:86.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm glad she feels the same way too.</div><div><br /><br />" Dan hakikatnya kita semua manusia biasa. I love them all and will continue to do so. Ini asyik nak gaduh je kalau berlainan ideologi. Saya akan buktikan kita masih mampu berkongsi pandangan dan BERKAWAN walaupun hakikatnya kita tidak bersetuju dengan pihak yang lain. We can agree to disagree. <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Dengan hikmah dan penuh adab. Dengan akal dan santun. Dengan sifat budi bahasa dan menghormati perbezaan pandangan.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"> </span></i><i>"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Wardina Safiyyah (2011)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">** Would like to emphasize that this has nothing to do with any political matters or the recent BERSIH issue. Sekadar pendapat ikhlas saya tentang dealing with sticky and messy situations in normal, everyday life. **</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-25389233737097712302011-07-07T15:14:00.012+08:002011-07-07T18:12:29.722+08:00My favourite love letter from Him is No.94<div><br /></div><div>I think life isn't all that bad if you take everything that happened in your life as a lesson, as something that you need to learn from. Of course, I'm also still learning as I go here... </div><div><br /></div><div>Sungguh saya cakap, banyak yang telah saya pelajari through everything that has been going on for the past 6, 7 months... Perspectives have also changed. That much I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>The biggest lesson that I've learned up till now is when faced with tests or trials by Allah, one should see it as a hidden blessing. That through the difficulty of the trial, He is actually giving you an opportunity to get closer to Him.</div><div><br /></div>Another friend of mine also said, "<i>Sebab Dia sayang kita la Dia uji kita...</i>"<div><br /></div><div>People say it's easier said than done. <i>"Senang la cakap banyakkan bersabar, tak jadi kat awak..." </i></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Betul. Memang betul. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>Which then comes to second thing I've learned : tests from Him come in many different shapes and sizes. <i>Tiada yang lebih tahu mengenai kemampuan seseorang untuk menghadapi ujian atau dugaan melainkan Dia.</i> Because He created us. Only He knows the appropriate type of ujian untuk diberi and mengikut kemampuan hamba-hamba Dia.</div><div><br /></div><div>So just because A's current trial isn't as big as the difficulty B is facing now, does not mean it's less hard for A to get through it than it is for B.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back when I was a realist, when life threw me a setback, a challenge, I'd go and think, "Somewhere out there, someone is fighting a bigger battle than I am. Suck it up je la..."</div><div><br /></div><div>(Of course, you could always find me bawling my eyes out in the nearest washroom/bathroom available. I'm a girl... And old habits die hard...*shrugs*)</div><div><br /></div><div>It has never been my intention to preach in this post.<i> Sekadar nak berkongsi pengalaman.</i> Islamic Thinking @ Twitter.com said, "Sometimes in order to wait for the sun to shine, you have to stand under the rain just a little longer."</div><div><br /></div><div>True. But I think it'd be awesome if whilst standing in the rain, you have an umbrella with you. <i>Takde payung nanti sakit la kan, tunggu lelama bawah hujan???</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>Surah al-Inshirah is the best "umbrella" there is. It makes the waiting bearable...</div><div><br /></div><div>I could be biased since it is my favourite surah. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Terpulang pada setiap individu</i>, what is you're preference of the Quranic verse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Waiting is hard, but He will make the journey worthwhile for you. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Kena have faith...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, this also serves as a reminder for myself too. Saya tak sempurna, and wanting to improve towards the better is never easy. </div><div><br /></div><div>********************************************************************</div><div><br />On a completely different but somewhat related matter, one of my close friends-cum-<i>saya-sendiri-appoint-dia-jadi-therapist-saya</i> once told me the concept of Catharsis. Ni yang susah bila you have a friend who's darn good in reading your internal turmoils... LOL!</div><div><br /></div><div>More about Catharsis can be read <a href="http://sphinxi.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/catharsis/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">here</span></a>.<br /><div><br /></div><div>And while I was doing random web-surfing, I stumbled upon something that I could relate close to heart.<span class="Apple-style-span"> <i><a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/english/lifestyle/luv-a-teen/448-the-story-of-the-sad-sadness.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">The Story of The Sad Sadness</span></a></i></span></div><div><div><i><br /></i></div></div></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-62351107845523577102011-07-05T10:10:00.007+08:002011-07-05T10:52:42.963+08:00“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold”<div>I've not written for a while.</div><div><br /></div>Some days,I feel so happy and blessed that all I want to do is spread the happiness to everyone else. If I were still working, that meant I'll be serving a customer extra chirpy. And that I wish God would bless them with the same happy feeling that He has given me.<div><br /></div><div>Other days, I feel so sad it almost breaks my heart and all I want to do is crawl under the covers of my bed and weep. And that I wish Allah would take the pain away.</div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Someone told me that nobody can give me the best respite except for Him.</div><div><br /></div><div>94:5-6 is the current solace. Balm for the sore, yes?</div><div><br /></div><div>I've a long way to go. That much I know.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"When Allah created his creatures He wrote above His throne: Verily, my Compassion overcomes my wrath." (Bukhari & Muslim)</i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-44064888069884492352011-06-22T23:52:00.003+08:002011-06-23T00:06:08.336+08:00Of 2:216. And her.<div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"I see there are so many people. So much drama and energy to find someone who's almost never the right person anyway. It just shoudn't be so hard... bila percaya manusia lebih daripada Tuhan, jadi bodoh. So, ask to God not to His slave." (Nurliyana, 2011)</i></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-92226606265601444572011-05-06T13:05:00.006+08:002011-06-11T19:06:55.963+08:00And if Allah touches you with affliction, none can remove it but He...<div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">(cont) ...But if He bestows upon you a favor, remember that He is the Possessor of every power to do all that He wills. (6:17)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyone has problems / deepest darkest secrets / burdens. And some people, they're so good at hiding these things that they seem almost somewhat normal to you. They'd joke around with you, make the most random conversations with you, and even smile at you as you pass their way. You can never tell they're just one nerve away from breaking down, losing it for real.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kadang-kadang, kita memilih untuk keep the problems or secrets to ourselves sebab it's not easy letting others know about them. Be it your family, your best-est of friends or your loved ones. You rasa macam takut nak deal with how they would react towards you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kadang-kadang we keep it to ourselves because we are so used to "keeping it to ourselves", it becomes a part of us. It is not some martyr act to prove that we're strong enough to carry these burdens on our own. No. Sometimes, the simplest of explanation is because we were brought up that way. Maka "old habits die hard".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kadang-kadang we just don't feel like telling anybody about our problems or secrets bacause we would think, "Everyone has problems. Terima je la. It's not as if the world is making a special exception for me pun."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kadang-kadang, it's because we know people might not understand the real situation, as much as they try to convince us that they do. Sebab sebenarnya, semua orang bila berdepan dengan masalah, the emotional reactions are never the same. I can't explain why and how are they different, I just know it for a fact.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And there are probably a hundred other reasons why we choose to do what we do. And how we choose to face the problems or deal with the burdening secret is a whole different story pulak..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For me, I just want the person to tell me, "You're going to be okay." It does not matter if that person can't understand my situation. I just need that person to convince me that things will be okay. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kena have faith that things will be okay. Allah has said it in both 8:46 and 94:5-6.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"You're going to be okay" is always more comforting to me than "I understand".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But like I said, lain orang, lain la the preference..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes, it amazes me to see such a strength inside of a person, nak pulak if it is coming from a woman. She could've told her friends or family to help her get through it, but instead she "<i>went in</i>" alone, for reasons one might not comprehend but should respect. I can tell it broke her heart. Mine nearly did just by listening to her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Being a girl at this age, I belum pernah ada such a friend yang kena melalui benda-benda sebegitu. So I can't even begin to imagine how terribly difficult it must've been for her. But the feeling of pain, one should never wish it to another person. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is during times like these one would think, "Just when I think I'm having it bad, someone else is having it worse".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And it is during this time one finally realizes she should be thankful with this current life Allah has so generously blessed her with. She could have had worse. And she'll pray so hard that if He decides to test her with such a "dugaan", she'll be as strong as the woman who "<i>went in</i>" alone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Have to be constantly reminded that with each test, Allah has given one an opportunity to get closer to Him through the trials. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-401415680383363422011-04-30T09:29:00.008+08:002011-05-06T13:26:23.744+08:00I’m trying hard not to resist the joy...When I first heard this song, I knew lagu ni described dia. <div><br /></div><div>Just like how <i>Trouble Is A Friend</i> used to describe Voldemort.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did say lyrics of songs usually best express how I really feel kan? Only because I'm not the most articulate person in the entire world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Double LOL.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenka sure does understand a girl's heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>I asked my friend to check out the song. And then....</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Babe.. i just saw the mv for lenka's my heart skips a beat... how appropriate was the video with all the medical props and dancing stethoscope? hahahaha"</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Farihna, I copy paste. Am making full use of modern technology. Haha. Okay, tak related.</div><div><br /></div><div>Point is, I haven't watch the video prior to her saying that. And when I did...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="460" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DW8rg6XeP3U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br />Nak tergelak.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />Because he's a medical student.<br /><br />Thanks Lenka.<br /><div><br /></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-2183575967606029922011-04-19T14:20:00.004+08:002011-04-19T15:04:30.746+08:00The more you thank Me, the more I give you. (14:7)Tweet from LOVE_<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">THETRUTH</span> :<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Dreams start with love, grow with pain and ambition and come true with courage."</i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I really really want this year to be a good one. Last year was awesome, but I'm praying that 24 will be better. That this will be the year I get to do good things. For myself. And for others as well. And I have all the plans mapped out. I'm just praying for the strength from Him to execute them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Five years from now, I want to be able to look back and think, "Yeah, 24 was definitely a good year for me."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last year was awesome because for once, I did something that made ME happy. For the first time in my life, I was doing something because I wanted to do it. Not because he or she or you told me to do it. Not because I'm obligated to do it. It was entirely my choice. Mine alone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It felt liberating.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If I have to work hard to achieve something this year, I want it to be for something that I love. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe I'm tired of being a realist. Where everybody keeps pointing out that the world is a tough place to live in and if you don't work your *bleep* out you'll be left behind. That if you don't conform to what people think you should be, then you are nobody significant. Maybe, for once, I just want to take a step back and be thankful for all these little things Allah has given me and all the big things He has generously blessed me with. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Food for the soul :</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHdzjRByH5ri6wPVr8scX8dRMm-iuPEKXUX_Ji-GlB1Ji_l-ZZpI484qFiyIRELeuDgeo7cUTJgVDASWKTgKoNNR7zoxb-i_OPCIlNYtpL37KyRam1RF5wEj1RoCAmTj8FVSVH9Xwb_A/s1600/quote.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHdzjRByH5ri6wPVr8scX8dRMm-iuPEKXUX_Ji-GlB1Ji_l-ZZpI484qFiyIRELeuDgeo7cUTJgVDASWKTgKoNNR7zoxb-i_OPCIlNYtpL37KyRam1RF5wEj1RoCAmTj8FVSVH9Xwb_A/s320/quote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597186190531394658" /></a></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-71188686378634224482011-04-18T20:34:00.013+08:002011-04-19T19:35:26.105+08:00"Patience is not about how long one can wait, but how well one behaves while waiting."As of 2011 semester break for both IPTA and IPTS will start from May to September. As much as I love the holidays, the fact that my brain and body will be put under "<i>hibernation</i>" for more than a month worries me actually.<div><br /></div><div>Thankfully the faculty has organized a 12-weeks workshop for the postgraduate students. At least that will force my brain not to go into <i>sluggish</i> mode.</div><div><br /></div><div>And working back in Borders will most probably tire me out physically so I don't actually have to worry much about being a total<i> sloth</i> at home during the holidays.</div><div><br /></div>Short term goals for the next 5 months : <div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">1) Get through my final examination week. Alive, that is. (25th April 2011 - 5th May 2011)<br />2) Work part time in Borders. (May - September)<br />3) Participate in my faculty's "Postgraduate Research Excellence" workshop (May - August).<br />4) Ada rezeki lebih, I'd like to enroll in Al-Maghrib's double-weekend-Degree-seminar in June. $$-$$ kenala kumpul dulu...</span><br /><br />I'd love to elaborate more about this one organization that I recently got to know of but was afraid I might not do them justice. This organization is big in the US and UK but only recently did it arrive in Malaysia. So here's a link. Could check it out, if you want. <a href="http://almaghrib.org/">http://almaghrib.org/</a><div><br /></div><div> The first Degree seminar they held was in UM but I missed out on it since classes were in the way of things and all.. But the second seminar will be held this June. </div><div><br /></div><div>That aside, I'm glad I have all these plans to keep myself busy for this coming semester break. Then it's, "Hello Final Year and Research Project and no social life till God knows when".</div><div><br /></div><div><i>And tiba-tiba rasa takut and macam tak boleh nak bernafas....</i></div><div><br /></div></div><div><i>*I came across this picture, and I've decided it will be one of the places I'd like to visit someday. The Qolshariff mosque in Kazan, Russia. The inside is just breathtaking...*</i></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFHAYf5RsaLMiLleqEBYSkfLtnmx18Jsoee6GacOBEteQks42yyyTnkJAt-DfWQoQ9Wh-RtruhP7Q762o7w2LoiUcGpI5xzwY8q6xz4u1crI0YfMKGrqeJ25u6Uz4wpe5OjJu0Q6iC2k/s1600/tumblr_lgl7edviD61qfvlsy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFHAYf5RsaLMiLleqEBYSkfLtnmx18Jsoee6GacOBEteQks42yyyTnkJAt-DfWQoQ9Wh-RtruhP7Q762o7w2LoiUcGpI5xzwY8q6xz4u1crI0YfMKGrqeJ25u6Uz4wpe5OjJu0Q6iC2k/s320/tumblr_lgl7edviD61qfvlsy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596938926237077442" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNa4dYkmWLTlYVLAT2JwyAqL4Q5tP_TVTV7mxXizEr8SFcB7ds4BGEQj3Q08NwNodYPEU-SA7Bh5ZExEnoTfWtnlURKbpZ3EIDDb29gndOUtZHGyXIWCkac5PRL6vMevaO4ars4gVOso/s1600/tumblr_lgl7hzC1ic1qfvlsy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNa4dYkmWLTlYVLAT2JwyAqL4Q5tP_TVTV7mxXizEr8SFcB7ds4BGEQj3Q08NwNodYPEU-SA7Bh5ZExEnoTfWtnlURKbpZ3EIDDb29gndOUtZHGyXIWCkac5PRL6vMevaO4ars4gVOso/s320/tumblr_lgl7hzC1ic1qfvlsy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596938928635266130" /></a>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-35073639038447978992011-04-13T10:06:00.002+08:002011-04-13T10:10:59.561+08:00Hebah Ahmed is awesome. Period.<i>"Basically, I want people to know that when I choose to cover this way it’s because I am fighting against a systematic oppression against women in which women’s bodies are being sexualized and objectified. This is a different perspective and a different form of empowerment in which I think when I’m in public, my sexuality is in my control and people have to deal with my brain and who I really am and not judge me by my body. And if we want to really talk about the oppressive situation of women, let’s talk about all the eating disorders, all of the plastic surgery, all of the unhealthy diets that are being done, all in the name of having the perfect body. To me, this is liberating and this is empowering."</i><div><br /></div><div>Full transcript : <a href="http://muslimmatters.org/2011/04/12/cnn-hebah-ahmed-muslimmatters-blogger-debates-mona-eltahawy-over-french-niqab-burka-ban/">http://muslimmatters.org/2011/04/12/cnn-hebah-ahmed-muslimmatters-blogger-debates-mona-eltahawy-over-french-niqab-burka-ban/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Niqab is banned in France. Appear in public with one and you will get arrested.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not wearing a Niqab but I am wearing a hijab. And I absolutely adore how Hebah Ahmed articulated her points. </div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-46510644702473956742011-04-11T19:06:00.000+08:002011-04-11T19:06:00.179+08:00Food for the soul<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Nobody Can Remove Hurt Except Allah. Even if someone tries to cause you any hurt, stay firm in your belief and remember that no one can cause you any pain if Allah does not desire it for you. And if Allah touches you with hurt, there is none who can remove it but He; and if He intends any good for you, there is none who can keep back His Favour; He brings it to whom He pleases of His servants; And He is the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful. </div><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>~Surah Yunus 10:107~</em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them and let them hurt me.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">~<i>Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)</i>~</div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-72235893506225999752011-04-10T09:17:00.003+08:002011-04-10T10:02:43.800+08:00Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Senang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nak</span> relapse to your old ways?<div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lagi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">senang</span> once you remembered how good it felt.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm human. Bound to make mistakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just wish people would understand me. That I don't have to tell them. That all the times we've spent together, growing up and all are enough to make them understand me. My discomfort. My silence.</div><div><br /></div><div>But we're all human beings. Bound to make mistakes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would really like to meet Jonathan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Safran</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Foer</span>. I'd like to know what goes through his mind every time he pens down all these beautifully crafted words that struck my chord.</div><div><br /></div><div>And jumping to a completely random topic....</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Suka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">jugak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">baca</span> these two particular blogs : <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><i>Alkisah</i></span> and <i>my:lullaby</i>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Letak</span> link <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nanti</span> they might sue me for invasion of privacy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">pulak</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><i>Haha</i></span>. But yeah, one has a wicked style in humorous writing. The other one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">tu</span>, I can't exactly figure out what is it about her blog that I like. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Dia</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">macam</span>, ethereal-like but can also toss out the cold hard truth about what's happening around us in a perspective way.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">dua</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">dua</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">orang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">ni</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ade</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">personaliti</span> yang <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">menarik</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>This week is killing me. Figuratively speaking. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Sebab</span> lately <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ade</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">je</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">orang</span> yang always take everything yang I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">cakap</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">secara</span> word for word. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Haih</span>...rolling my eyes. Literally.</i></div><div><br /></div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-12643189801433117492011-04-03T18:22:00.004+08:002011-04-03T18:28:17.871+08:00Get to know Him in moments of ease. He will know you in moments of difficulty.Yesterday was my birthday. <div><br /></div><div>Allah has blessed me with another year to live. To make a difference. To improve. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not to change. I won't say change. Change means becoming different in essence; losing one's or its original nature.</div><div><br /></div><div>I knew I've always had a good life. But I think it was only last year that I realized I'm blessed (<em>it's actually my current favourite word</em>) with a good life. Along the way, I think I also realized 2 other things : One, I should not have to change myself. What I need to do is to improve myself. For the better. Two, in trying to improve I've to take baby steps. Wouldn't want my soul or bodily system to go into shock pulak kan? <em>Haha. </em>You need to take one pace at a time when you're ready to let something go and embrace something new. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was indeed a good day. Had class from 12-3. I know, a drab right? <em>On a Saturday pulak tu.</em> But actually it was a blessing in disguise. After the class ended few of my classmates invited me for lunch which turned out to be a treat for the birthday girl. They even bought a cake. <em>Baik kan diorang??</em> Only Allah can repay them for their kind deed. Then around 4, Claudia my old friend texted and we went for tea and an early dinner. <em>Pun dia belanja jugak. Murah rezeki betul semalam..</em></div><div><i><br /></i> <em></em><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFO7spQLZ1y4X-__hiWSLB7lX7aNSLCayoApncz2FipDgt1kqRy2JqMRM2ixatmCp_lZPvocSzMCkJH1FgNrBJoUZNQW6C9mogEAbt-sgRY3liPlRr1PkyXiwYYTwHfvtz8tUvvsBKfg/s1600/Photo0049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591289683275953074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFO7spQLZ1y4X-__hiWSLB7lX7aNSLCayoApncz2FipDgt1kqRy2JqMRM2ixatmCp_lZPvocSzMCkJH1FgNrBJoUZNQW6C9mogEAbt-sgRY3liPlRr1PkyXiwYYTwHfvtz8tUvvsBKfg/s320/Photo0049.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div>The birthday wishes were the best of them all. Because wishes are like prayers. Ellina called, Sarah sent a semi-long wish all the way from UK, Amal tried calling but I was in class so she sent a very heart-felt birthday wish instead. And Ain, I baru dapat your text today. (<em>Lambat la Ain. Ni yang sedih ni.. Haha</em>). This is going to sound cheesy (or sappy, as Ain puts it) but I don't care. My bestfriends' love are one of the best gifts from Allah to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>All sappiness aside, another person also made my day. Well, night actually. Yes that person was late but that person felt kind of guilty I almost felt sorry for that person. Haha.<em> Still, dapat jugak another dose of endorphins kan?</em> </div><div><br /></div><div><em></em>And for all the well-wishers, whether it's through Facebook, texting or calling : Thank you so much for your kind words. Definitely made my day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Michael Althsuler said, <strong>"The bad news is time flies. The good news is you're the pilot."</strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong></strong>Now I don't know who Michael Althsuler is but I think he is one wise dude. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to do good things with the year 24. I want to become a compassionate Person, a kind Sister, a good Student, a loyal Friend and an amazing Bestfriend. But above all I want to be Allah's best and loving servant. </div><div><em><br /></em></div><div><em>Macam susah kan?</em> </div><div><br /></div><div>But please pray for me that I can become all that. </div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-66827577205039016432011-03-26T18:24:00.002+08:002011-03-26T18:39:47.857+08:00Of doughnuts and a balloon.I think I am addicted to Twitter.<br /><br />Setiap satu minit kot...<br /><br />And I am simply in love with all the quotes from https://twitter.com/IslamicThinking<br /><br />Goodness grief.<br /><br />Need to find something else to do.<br /><br />On a happier note, last night somebody made my night.<br /><br />A perfect ending for what seemed to be a really tiring and depressing Friday.<br /><br />Depressing because I dented my Savvy.<br /><br />That aside, did I mention somebody made my night?<br /><br />Cool like tak boleh nak berhenti wear a ridiculously dopey smile.<br /><br /><em>(Ugh. I really have to bang my head on the wall.)<br /></em>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-35149503840957569412011-03-22T22:19:00.006+08:002011-03-22T23:07:33.838+08:00And verily, your Lord will give you (all i.e. good) so that you shall be well-pleased.<em>"Sometimes it's easier to smile even if you're hurting inside, than to explain to the whole world why you're sad." ~Anonymous~</em><br /><br />I agree.<br /><br />Plus, it's a whole lot easy to fake the tough exterior.<br /><br />This could be a test. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. Right?<br /><br />And if the worst comes instead of the best?<br /><br /><em>My threshold of physical pain has always been comparatively higher than my emotional pain.</em><br /><br /><em>Maka?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Kena have faith la...</em><br /><br />Allah never tests His servants with more than they can bear, right?<br /><br />And there's always a <em>hikmah</em> for everything that happens to us.<br /><br />As for now, I'm fine. That is what I always tell, and will continue to tell them.<br /><br />Fake it till you make it.<br /><br />On a completely different but somewhat related matter, yours truly stumbled across this one page the other day. <em>Sangat suka</em>. Especially this one particular bit that I'm re-posting down here :<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em>The stronger the faith you have the more difficult the tests/trials you will face, but if you see the hidden blessings of the difficult trials then you have the potential to increase your wisdom, increase your faith and develop your personal character, so be happy when Allah SWT tests you with difficulties as he has given you an opportunity to get closer to him through the trials. Allah is the Most Wise.<br /></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff9900;"></div></span><br /><br />Taken from http://islamicthinking.tumblr.com/Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-22208297823518212032011-03-20T22:58:00.003+08:002011-03-20T23:15:56.093+08:003 Sundays in a row.Either it was just a random coincidence or that person is onto me.<br /><br />If it's the latter, macam agak cool la that the person actually remembers about it.<br /><br />See, when one is not thinking logically, one would spurt out nonsensical things like that.<br /><br /><em>Note to self : Sila jadi level headed balik. Like, STAT.<br /></em><br />On the other hand, if it was just purely coincidental, then I've to say : I'm loving life's simplest pleasures.<br /><br /><em>Nak lagi next Sunday boleh? (Haha)</em>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-80257283435138380312011-03-17T00:07:00.008+08:002011-03-20T23:19:58.628+08:00Solace.<p align="left">I once read in a book that said all the verses in the Quran are like personal love letters from Allah to us. If you want to find solace and balm for the sore, the words will heal it straight away.<br /><br />Then I found surah ash-Sharh / al-Inshirah.<br /><br />It has become my favourite surah. </p><p align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">1. Have We not opened your breast for you (O Muhammad (Peace be upon him))?<br />2. And removed from you your burden,<br />3. Which weighed down your back?<br />4. And raised high your fame?<br />5. So verily, with the hardship, there is relief,<br />6. Verily, with the hardship, there is relief.<br />7. So when you have finished (from your occupation), then stand up for Allah's worship.<br />8. And to your Lord (Alone) turn (all your intentions and hopes and) your invocations.<br /><br /></span></em><p align="left"></p><p align="left">I realized that in life, you will reach a point where you can no longer rely on your iPod's playlists to make the pain or sadness go away.<br /><br />The verses of that surah are my solace.<br /><br /><em>**3 bulan macam tak lama kot. Besides, patience is a virtue, no? And good things always come to those who wait. Patiently. I just need to bear that in mind.**</em><br /></p>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-50536990460854005722011-03-13T14:17:00.004+08:002011-03-13T14:49:23.650+08:00And Lenka said, "...but I'm a sucker for his charm..."Amal, this is for you.<br /><br />Only because I tak buat a secret blog like you did am I doing this here. (LOL)<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>iziezubi : eh, yeay finally dpt baju biru<br />iziezubi : mesti kacak mcm voldemort<br />iziezubi : eh sorry<br />iziezubi : cute<br />Farihna : lol<br />iziezubi : haha<br />Farihna : hahaha<br />Farihna : i'll try to be dark and brooding for u when u come around next<br />Farihna : unfortunately i can't do the tall part<br />iziezubi : tak bley sbb u tak tinggi<br />iziezubi : haha<br />Farihna : me vertically challenged<br />iziezubi : hear hear<br />iziezubi : lol<br />Farihna : but u do go for dark skinned guys eh<br />iziezubi : why do you say that?<br />Farihna : *bleep* and *bleep* are dark guys<br />Farihna : i don't know ur taste prior to these 2<br />iziezubi : eh ye? i pun tak tau<br />iziezubi : i like *bleep* sbb dia tall and mysteriously comel but ala2 pemalu<br />iziezubi : haha<br />iziezubi : yg *bleep* tu..well<br />iziezubi : ntah<br />iziezubi : kebetulan je kot<br />iziezubi : i tak letak type<br />iziezubi : physically i mean<br />iziezubi : well, with the exception of kalau dia tinggi dia dpt extra points la<br />iziezubi : haha<br />iziezubi : but usually i go for the "internal" attributes<br />Farihna : ok<br />Farihna : u go for his charms<br />iziezubi : aaa! yes...<br />iziezubi : pandai pun<br />iziezubi : sbb tu u awesome<br />Farihna : mmg pun<br /></em></span>.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><em>iz</em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>iezubi : and sunday got discussion<br />iziezubi : last sunday pun discussion gak<br />iziezubi : sunday morning some more<br />iziezubi : nasib baik sunday morning u dpt free endorphins<br />iziezubi : *tu<br />iziezubi : lol<br />Farihna : hahaha<br />Farihna : tulah i was like... masa bile sunday i dapat endorphins<br />Farihna : hehe<br />Farihna : u taw u je yg dapat endorphins<br />iziezubi : lol. but the ironic thing abt the whole situation is<br />iziezubi : dia comment pasal my endorphins<br />Farihna : i baru je nak tanya u<br />iziezubi : but i rasa dia tak tau dia yg bg i endorphins<br />Farihna : dia x taw ke yg dia endorphin u?<br />iziezubi : so mcm kelakar la<br />iziezubi : tapi tak bgtau dia la<br />iziezubi : nope. tak rasa dia tau<br />iziezubi : cool in a twisted way kan<br />iziezubi : haha<br />Farihna : agaklah<br />Farihna : hehehe<br />Farihna : u and ur endorphin shots </em></span><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />That's about it Amal. Hope you find it entertaining. Haha.Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-5943271772502680662011-03-09T01:12:00.003+08:002011-03-09T01:18:32.091+08:00I am a glutton for punishment...I laugh about it.<br /><br />I even make a joke out of it.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />But it does not mean I'm not hurt by it.<br /><br /><em>Dah cakap dah jangan cari pasal.</em>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-47521887756100100192011-03-04T16:04:00.006+08:002011-03-04T16:20:11.139+08:00Distracted... And likewise attracted.<em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"..... i am kicking all the others out except u..i am dragging u in ....."</em><br /><br /><br />I left my "level-headed and practical" mojo at the door on the way in.<br /><br />Have to get it back.<br /><br />Kalau tak.....<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />I'm screwed.Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-82429963127303616602011-02-24T23:08:00.003+08:002011-02-24T23:27:36.948+08:00Precisely at 10:31:15 pmI don't think I'm special.<br /><br />When I'm sad, I know there are other people out there that are going through worse things.<br /><br />My friend once told me, "<em>In the grand scheme of things, hal kteorang ni kira picisan je</em>."<br /><br />So yeah, the one thing that always make me sad ni kira a speck of dust je la kalau nak compare dengan other bigger things. War, Egypt crisis, the flood that devastated the people in Johor Bharu.<br /><br />But I guess, being human...well, sometimes there's a point where you think you can't control it anymore. Macam nak break down je. Sekejap pun jadi la. Lepas tu put on balik your tough exterior.<br /><br />I was sad tonight. And I asked Him to take the sadness away.<br /><br />He answered it right away.<br /><br />Terkedu sekejap. In awe? Terkejut?<br /><br />I can't think of a better word.<br /><br /><em>Rasa macam diri ni kecik.<br /><br /></em>He loves me. Macam Allah sayang hamba-hamba Dia yang lain. (Amal, 2011)<br /><br />I've a long way to go.Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-880561877501684182011-02-07T00:05:00.006+08:002011-02-07T00:25:00.854+08:00When you don't even know where to begin.The change is hard.<br /><br />And they're not helping.<br /><br />I need someone to believe in me. Someone who thinks I can be better than the person I am now.<br /><br />I need someone to show me the way.<br /><br />Because I don't know how to.<br /><br />Have been contemplating lately.<br /><br /><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nak</span> shut down the social account. And this too.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tapi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">masih</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ragu</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ragu</span>. 50-50? 60-40? 70-30?</em><br /><br />I was suggested to "<em>privatise</em>" it. This.<br /><br /><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tengokla</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">macam</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">mana</span>...</em>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255998962356122617.post-9851031871707344232011-01-30T00:02:00.005+08:002011-01-30T00:24:22.178+08:00He said, "Don't give up on me baby."I listened to this song<strong> <em>for the first time</em></strong> petang tadi and entah kenapa tangan ni sampai sekarang tak boleh nak berhenti tekan butang replay.<br /><br />Over and over and over again. Still.<br /><br />He's telling a story from the first verse to the last.<br /><br />I love it.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3DTQsJ6ZaOQ" frameborder="0" width="440" type="text/html"></iframe></div><div align="center"> </div>Her Jaded Playlisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02506565934961404184noreply@blogger.com2