Hari Interaksi??

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim~ and Assalmualaikum..

 Well. The Maths Interaction day for 2013/14 session was held couple days ago which I have never bothered to even join. Erm. I hate the fact that I have to force my muscles work over ther limits ^_^ LOL what a reason. Well.. I don't really like how the event has always has to go, where the seniors has to be very open minded and the juniors will have to do whatever the seniors asks them to. 

Actually, it is not that bad. It's just me who hates interacting with people I'm not comfortable with. That's it. Yes. even though it has been a year since I studied here and be friends with my coursemates. Women coursemates are ones I'm jus okay with, but not the men. Not comfy at all. And I'm a lazy bump so for sure I want to spend my time on my bed more than attending the interaction day =/ 

I have no regrets to not attend the event, but to not own the member shirt. ^_^" but who cares. Maybe I'll not be recognized in the school scrap book or whatever, I'm happy with what I did. And to conclude, I'm not considering at all to join the next session's event. Unless I have to. =/ Hopefully not. LOL. Allah ma'a na~

That Uncle

Bismillah...

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu~ 

I have been coming to this small restaurant, I don't know if it's a stall but I guess the stalls are all bunched in a very tiny place nearby the 'mighty' Kayu Nasi kandar Bukit Jambul. So the customers could find variety food in a small crowded place. I feel so blessed seeing this one uncle, he runs a 'stall' and sells Nasi Lemak, Nasik Lemuni and some coconut pancakes I think. 

Everytime I come to the place, I will see him very diligently run his bussiness. He uses a coned shape filter funnel to shape the Nasi Lemak or Nasik Lemuni up, and lets the customers choose whatever side dishes they prefer n MashaaAllah sells them with a very low price. I wonder how does he live here in Penang, the very costly city, selling such cheap food. I like whatever sambal he makes because they are sweet and not spicy at all. Everything is just delicious. And I don't mind if I have to drive a little bit to get to his 'stall'. And I should have took pictures of the Nasi Lemak 'presented'. Next time insyaaAllah. 

This uncle, his dilligence and quality of cooking would surely attract some people to his 'stall'. I solute him for being so passionate in his job. I think it's a career in fact. This uncle, despite of his diligence and passion, he actually faces some problem which I think it is some sort of short term memory. He stutters a little and always forgets whether or not people have paid or what did his customers order. It's very pitiful seeing him in such condition since it may pretty much affect his bussiness. Hopefully not. 

That uncle, I pray the best for him. Hopefully Allah wills him to recover and if not, hopefully people will not take advantage of his weakness. 

Feels so weird writing, knowing this one 'aabid of Allah reads everything in my blog. 

Sexual Desire

Assalamualaikum.. <<Sexual Desire>> , a short video by Nouman Ali Khan which explains about we, human beings as Muslims and our sexual desires. Also, he explain the ayat from the Quran in which Allah commands us to not go near to fornication. Allah ma'a kum.

Life is a dream? No I'm alive.

Bismillah. Assalamualaikum.

I love the lyrics. Well different ones has different opinions and interpretations. Mine is maybe different from others. Just the right song at the right time. Nice. I don't feel like writing so I just print the screen and share. #lazy bump

How Can I Write Anymore??

Bismillah. 

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullahi wabarakatuhu.. 

I'm happy I have the strength to write. Even writing isn't a routine, I have write to get my head straight. ^_^" #silly. It is hard when we get disappointed by people around us. Yes. We can smile when we meet our friends and family, but just then, when we are again alone, the smile just fades like how the shore washes away the sand. =) Okay what a terrible comparison. Well, yes. I had the thought to just stop writing. Keep myself still and do nothing. But to think again, no I shoudn't do so. 

When I really feel disappointed, I get very disappointed like the disappointment is my  world. My sleep. My book. My Love. My house. My prayers. My life. Astaghfirullah. So it is crucial that I Istighfar as much as I can, keep my head up and move on. Of course it is hard. But till when shall I mourn on something not worth right? To do a lot of prayers, I am trying hard to do that. And to keep smiling, insyaaAllah I can do that.Plus, I have a lot more friends which can shine my world up. =) 

Disappointment. Yes. I know. How could you. Some friends are just meant to be friends and that's it. When you move on, if they hurt you, leave them behind. If they want to, they can follow but not with the same trust my dear friend. You totally abandoned me, so if you can absolutely abandon me, I can abandon you too. I am very strong girl, I can live without you. A friend won't kill my soul. So, so long~ =/ What ever it is, I pray the best for you. 

Allah ma'akum.

Why do I blog?

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim~

       Each and every human beings has their own way of expressing how they feel. How do I express mine? I blog. But usually, I blog to share something with people. Before I start blogging, I wrote diaries. Which happens to make me laugh every time I read them again. I laugh for how immature I was back then. Til one day, I found it hard to keep my diary from being read by my parents. See? How immature. hey girl, everybody on earth can read your blog, so why blog? Well. I don't know either. I really think it's complicated. I blog whenever I feel like I want to share something and I don't when I don't. 

       Well, even though I know there are millions, billions, trillions, gegillions and infinitylion of people on earth, having some people reading the blog is a great pleasure since I like to create and write nonsense and crazy situations, so having crazy works being judged and penalized, it is unique. =) Also, I blog to just try out things. Everytime I go online, I will learn something new. Other than having dozens of social network accounts, I blog to just experience things out. Alhamdulillah. 

       Some of my sharing on the blog are parts of things I like very much and would like to cherish. So I note them down into this simply dimply blog so that one day I can reread what I did and laugh, cry, smile, whatever it is to remember the ups and down I went through. Having a facebook account sometimes excites people to share something. So do I. But I do not want everything shared on facebook to be seen by all my friends there. So what I do is go anonymous blogging, and write what I want, say what I want. Same goes for my Instagram, Twitter, Whatsapp, Wechat, those internet stuffs. I act differently to my friends and followers. I am myself, not being someone else. I just address different messages according to different audience. 

       On top of that, I can really color my blog regardless of how creative and artistic I am (haha!), just customize everything according to my interest. So, I don't find any reason I can't blog. Ouh, of course, some people thinks blogging is time wasting. As to me, it is. But I need mind creativity to color my world. Looking for coriang colors to do so. My color book of life is far too dull compared to other's and this is how I do it. MashaaAllah. 

       Hopefully, I won't hurt anybody's heart by not following or friending with these particular peoples. Because once a friend said to me. It is okay not being friends online. Because not being friends online doesn't mean we are not friends at all. So I believe in the saying. 

To Muslimaat. للمسلمات

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahim~ and Assalamualaikum.

I came across these touchy lines a few days ago and I think is appropriate said to Muslim women. It is a shared post from a Facebook profile by my friend which happened to seriously had me carried away by what it said. So, enjoy the reading.

“The WOMAN” - The woman of the world. The Woman I admire  wearing her attire  hiding her figure,  thus, curbing my desire..  The Woman I desire fearing the (hell) Fire  is diligent in her prayers  for the rewards of life hereafter... The Woman I encounter is beyond bother  with the keen race  to beautify the face!  The Woman I ask  from dawn to dusk  is busy with ALLAH  murmuring, subhan'allah, subhan'allah, subhana'allah  The Woman I observe certainly deserves  better respect  than what she expects The Woman I listen  is very, very stern  for her it is a must to control one's lust But the Women I see  sad to say, most wear "minis"  alone I lament...  though they are not made for this!  The Woman I met  boasting her beauty most probably by surgery?  but does she know it is all temporary?  Hence, the Woman I know is advised to follow the sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah from head to toe....  The Woman I judge  often bears a grudge EQUALITY, she requests (or rather protests)  but please bear in mind ALLAH'S inquest!  The Women I hurt (by this article) please do not curse or smut  for it is better I warned before all is gone....

Allah ma'a kum.

The World I Live in

Bismillah.. 

Assalamualaikum.. 

       The new semester has finally started. The first week will definitely not be as pack as the next weeks. Ouh my. Things are getting more difficult as the level gets higher. So far I have learn pretty much about Statistics and World Languages and Multilinguism. Alhamdulillah, having my lecturemates from foreign countries, and coincidently having the class as our minor courses and are from the same class from the previous minor course, I didn't expect to have accompanies at all. So, I'm not so bored sitting in the class listening to the lectures and all. Also, I found a friend from the same village of my mom's, so we communicate in our common language, that is Bahasa Melayu Sarawak. She said I sound cute speaking Sarawak Malay. I know, I don't really speak it out well, but then she said, "It's okay, now you have me to speak to!" ^_^" Alhamdulillah lucky me. 

       And of course, new year, new semester, new courses, new friends and new challenges. My first challenge of the semester has started. May Allah shows me and my other friends the right path and right thing to do to go through everything well and smooth, insyaAllah. 

       I believe this phrase is worth considered. Sometimes, we plan and tend to do something this way, but Allah has arranged everything to be that way. Eika advised me, whatever it is, Intan, don't we ever go against what our mom and dad says. And yes I have went against something my mom and dad said to me. Am I regretting?? Allahuakbar. He knows me the best. I think the phrase says all in my heart. Another challenge MashaaAllah. 

      Plus, experiencing an accident on the very first day of lecture is so inexpressible. How it feels like. Ouh dear. I thought I was dying. LOL. Nothing actually happened to me but the car. Injured pretty bad. To me it is bad. I shivered all along the way home. Felt like taking a break, wait until I can deal with myself, then only I continue my another 10 minutes journey to get home. As soon as I get home, I searched for an ice cream tab, and eat. And as soon as I had my Isya prayers performed, I slept very tight until morning. ^_^" 

      Last but not least, Eika my friend treated me twice. The first time, she brought me to Ivory, a place located just in front of my campus, but I actually never went to -_- pathetic. So she ordered 3 plates of rice, one each for her, me and Mai, steamed siakap, tomyam, kailan something, fried egg, chicken kerabu. I think even if my family and I, five of us ordered those dishes, we couldn't have finished them all. Yet that night, since Eika was treating, we must have them all finished. The second time, we had noodles prepared in claypots, at Tesco. Thank you Eika. May Allah bless you. And may your students pass in their SPM and STPM. (she is a tuition teacher and since she was paid for the teachings she has done, she considered to treat us). How nice. I like Eika's world. So independing. Allahuakbar. 

      She said she likes my world better and I said i liked her world better. That is the fitrah, human beings won't feel satisfied for ANYTHING they own. It has always been so. Oh Allah, help us chase away all the greediness in us. Make us grateful people. 

Allah ma'a kum.