that moment

when you've to keep the sadness yourself.

cz people are not suppose to know it.

alQalb

bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

sakit. pada fizikal itu biasa. pada hati , itu luar biasa.

sedih, pada fizikal itu biasa. pada hati , itu luar biasa .


*kenapa rasa nak menangis ni?
kenapa , kalau sedih tu tiba-tiba je semua masalah datang.

:(

malam kan berakhir , hari kan berganti . takdir hidup kan dijalani .

all is well. all is well. everything is gonna be alright . :)

flipping back the memory when i found this..

pengumuman PMR

pengumuman SPM

ahha! nampak tak kat situ ? no, i didn't plan to wear the same baju kurung.

kebetulan !

mungkin , lepas ni dah tak kebetulan kot. 

boleh pakai mase graduate kat U nanti XD

*yang penting nak cakap : baju tu muat lagi. eheh.

politics

The mentality and Malaysians behaviour upon politic cause hectic and caos..

that cause youngsters to put themselves on the exemption..

whereas political, not simply a question of partisan but it is MORE than that!

why I choose to post about this in the blog instead of Facebook?

since I began contaminated with

EXCLUSION .

-,-'

aku impikan keamanan 

dimana kita tak perlu mencarut dan berbahasa kesat untuk menegakkan 

apa yang kita rasa benar.

 fight for peace . fighting in holiness 

coincident

assalamualaikum wbt. :)

            Years before, there was a fine fair girl – my schoolmate. She was so independent that made me green with envy. While the freshies were surviving the secondary life style with friends, she made it alone. She went to school alone. And she sat in a corner of the mosque alone. She looked tough enough for me. Whenever we had events, she tried hard to have the front seat.

She impressed me a LOT!

           Second year, I was opted to be in AlQuran class, which is the same class as her. The first day, I could see that she was not feeling good with my existence in that class.

           One day, coincidentally I found a diary on a table next to public phone. I looked around but no one was there. Concerning that it was a PERSONAL DIARY, I decided to keep it before anyone else found it and read it. ( bajet baik lah sangat )

          In order to find out the owner of the diary, I scrutinized the first page and I knew that it was hers. The naughty side of me urged me to get a slight review from it. Suddenly I was stunted when I realized that my name was there.

          The next day, during the recess time when there was no one in the class, I went to her seat and put it in her bag.

         It was years ago, the moment when I know she hated me so much that she cried to the counsellor and her naqibah. I could remember what she wrote :

 I don’t know why I cried and why I hate her, all I know is I can’t accept her to be my classmate and I HATE HER SO MUCH !

Well, it was years ago, we end up being best friends by the way. :)

and the disappearance of the diary remain mysterious to her. :D

‘that moment..when you love someone that actually hate you’

arah . ^_^