Saki Rosli

Maher Zain - Insha Allah (french version)

2011-08-21T08:27:00.001+08:00

Si parfois tu as du mal à avancer
Si tu te sens seul, si tu te sens paumé
Quand la nuit s'éternise, que l'obscurité t'oppresse
Même désemparé, même si tu ne sais quelle loi suivre
Ne baisse pas les bras, et ne perd pas espoir
Car Allah est toujours proche de toi

Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah tu trouveras ta voie
Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah tu trouveras ta voie

Si parfois tu commets tant de fautes
Que pour te repentir tu penses qu'il est trop tard
Tellement confus des mauvais choix que tu fais
Qui hantent ton esprit et emplissent ton cœur de honte
Ne baisse pas les bras, et ne perd pas espoir
Car Allah est toujours proche de toi

Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah tu trouveras ta voie
Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah tu trouveras ta voie

Va vers Allah, il n'est jamais très loin
Fais-lui confiance, lève tes mains et prie
Ya Allah, guide nos pas, protège-nous de l'errance
Tu es le seul qui puisse nous montrer la voie,
Nous montrer la voie, nous montrer la voie, nous montrer la voie

Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah nous trouverons notre voie
Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah nous trouverons notre voie
Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah nous trouverons notre voie
Insha Allah, insha Allah, insha Allah nous trouverons notre voie

Bila Allah nak bergurau dengan kita,

2011-08-20T12:37:00.000+08:00

jangan pulak nak marah-marah, ketawa saja... gerenti nampak cool.

ini mixed feelings namanya.

The Power of Bismillah

2011-08-18T08:14:00.000+08:00

Subhanallah. Allahuakbar.

Mak selalu pesan sebelum tidur baca doa supaya tak mimpi benda-benda mengarut berimaginasi tinggi high definition

2011-08-11T13:26:00.008+08:00

"Amin Hamzah, kenapa kamu tidak hadir ke sekolah semalam?" Tanya Cikgu Jamilah.

"Cikgu mahu versi full episode atau episode telenovela yang bersambung-sambung?"

"Saya tidak faham. Em...baiklah full episode versi movie high definition." Jawab Cikgu Jamilah yang tidak mahu kalah kepada generasi Y yang memang pandai menggunakan ayat power lagi berasap. Dirinya juga mahu kelihatan muda cool walaupun umurnya akan mencecah 54 tahun bulan depan. Kita semua tahu itu saja tidak memadai, Cikgu Jamilah.

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Cerita Amin Hamzah:

pic source here

Seperti kebanyakan malam, malam itu aku tidur bermimpikan sesuatu yang mencabar jiwa lelaki berdarah muda seperti aku. Malam itu aku bermimpikan James Bond. Sudah tentu akulah James Bond itu, versi melayu. Dalam mimpi itu aku ditugaskan untuk menyiasat dan menyamar sebagai seorang chef di sebuah restoran mewah di hotel 7 bintang di Paris. Yang peliknya, muka aku ala-ala Chef Wan. Bila ditenung lama sikit, macam Chef Ramsay pun ada juga. Ah, tapi itu tidak penting. Yang pentingnya, senyuman aku memang deadly menawan.

Sedang aku membelek buku menu dan meneliti menu masakan mana yang sesuai untuk para tetamu VVIP yang akan hadir untuk dinner malam ini (eh apa aku buat ni), aku diserang seorang pembantu dapur bertaraf low-class yang rupa-rupanya seorang perisik musuh aku. Maka bermulalah babak pergaduhan sepak-belasah-abuugen. Yang tak boleh blah nya adalah senjata kami. Si dia guna terung, dan ditangan kirinya pula memegang penutup periuk sebagai shield. Aku pula, kedua-dua tanganku memegang jagung mentah. Memang tak cool. Kejantanan tak ada di situ.

Wow. Pantas dan tangkas betul musuh aku ini. Berkali-kali tangan aku ditetak terung. Boleh jadi terputus lengan aku kalau ku biarkan saja. Lantas aku hayunkan kakiku, memberikan sepakan maut muay thai kepadanya. Bagus, sepakan mengena. Si dia menjerit kesakitan. Macam perempuan suara jeritannya itu. Kurang pasti.

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"Dan cikgu, sebab itulah saya tidak hadir ke sekolah semalam. Menemani emak di hospital ... yang sememangnya adalah mangsa keadaan."

"....Alasan diterima.... Tapi kenapa pula dengan mata kamu tu?" Tanya Cikgu Jamilah sambil menunjuk ke arah mata kanan Amin Hamzah yang biru purple lebam itu.

"Oh, walaupun saya memberikan sepakan maut muay thai kepadanya, si dia sempat juga memberikan tumbukan double fist Jackie Chan kepada saya."

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Saya dan Nenek. OMG nenek ku.

2011-08-10T21:58:00.002+08:00

nenek saya orang jepun tapi x penah nak mengaku dia orang jepun -_-" mungkin sebab dari kecik dia diambil sebagai anak angkat oleh pasangan melayu kot. Yang kami (saya dan cousins) minat bahasa jepun. jadi selalu bila kami cakap b.jepun nenek akan menyampuk. haha. comel betul maktok (nenek) ni..

Diari seorang muslim yang cool.

2011-08-10T01:08:00.009+08:00

Dan jangan kamu fikir sifat cool itu hanya untuk orang tertentu sahaja. Kamu juga boleh jadi orang yang cool. Muslim yang cool.

New Muslim Cool. Jason Hamza Perez and bro.

Pukul 5.40 pagi aku bangkit dari tidur dengan bergayanya. Rambut ku selak ketepi, bibir mengukir senyuman misteri, hati memanjatkan ~~seribu~~ sejuta thank you kepada Allah. OK. Subuh prayer. Dalam mamai aku menuju ke bilik air, terpijak pula permainan kereta Ferrari adik di lantai. Aduh bro, sakit betul. Ehem. Aku muslim cool, tak perlu marah-marah. Aku ketepikan saja. Adik aku yang comel dan cool juga memang selalu sepahkan permainan merata-rata. Nanti aku beri advice kat dia lagi. Terus ke bilik air. Air di bilik air sejuknya hingga ke tulang. Bila difikirkan balik, nasib baik bukan panas hingga ke tulang. Perlu maintain cool.

Seorang muslim yang cool dan segak tidak akan ke masjid tanpa membawa teman yang cool dan segak juga. Lalu aku mendukung adik lelakiku yang sudah berwudhu bersama-sama ke masjid. Seorang muslim yang cool semestinya juga seorang abang yang cool dan segak. Dan handsome juga. Itu sudah tentu. Baca Al-Quran jangan pula lupa. Sesudah itu ku persiapkan diri dan juga adik untuk pergi berjihad. Menuntut ilmu. Cermin tidak ku hiraukan sangat kerana lelaki yang cool sememangnya sudah kacak.

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Setelah lelaki muslim yang cool ini menyediakan sarapan untuk adiknya dan menghantar adiknya ke tadika, lelaki cool ini mengatur langkah handsome berjiwa kental menuju ke universitinya pula. Alamak, kereta aku dilanggar kereta belakang. Dengan senyuman melekat di bibir tanda salam perkenalan, aku menyusun ayat berbicara dan menyelesaikan masalah yang sebenarnya tidak rumit jika kedua-dua pihak cool bercampur baur dengan handsome dan juga semestinya tidak melenting. Senyuman itu penting, melambangkan sedekah. Senyum itu sentiasa dibibir orang muslim yang cool. Kemudian aku bergambar pula dan bertukar no telefon dan facebook dengan bro yang melanggar kereta aku sehingga pecah lampu cermin belakang. Dan kemek juga. Perkenalan yang tidak diduga boleh berterusan menjadi hubungan persaudaraan hingga ke mati. Muslim yang cool harus berfikir begitu. Dan dari fikiran, terbit dan terzahirlah apa yang difikirkan itu. InsyaAllah. Terus ke universiti. Seorang muslim yang cool adalah seorang muslim yang sentiasa menepati masanya.

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Seorang lelaki muslim yang cool dan segak sudah semestinya menjadi perhatian dan bahan bualan wanita-wanita atau saudari-saudari sekampus. Walaupun aku seorang muslim yang cool tetapi jika ia melibatkan larangan dan amaran dari Allah, hati lelaki muslim cool mana yang tidak gentar? Harus peka terhadap hasutan iblis juga. Jika iblis itu aku nampak, sudah tentu aku kamehamehameha seekor-ekor. Celaka dan durjana kau iblis, mempermain, memperkotak-katik dan menghasut perasaan seorang lelaki muslim sejati cool dan segak ini.

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Waktu zohor. Waktu zohor adalah waktu yang agak sibuk buat pelajar universiti. Tidak, itu bukan ayat pertanyaan, itu ayat penyata. Kenyataan. Tapi sebagai seorang muslim yang cool dan alim (cewah), mana mungkin laungan azan dan panggilan masjid ku tolak. Jika tiada aral melintang, sambutlah seruan dan perintah Allah ke masjid terutamanya dan khasnya kepada aku dan kawan-kawan lelakiku yang cool. Dan semestinya perintah Allah itu membuatkan kita lagi cool dan tenang. Dan kacak juga. InshaAllah. Itu janji Allah.

Ku teruskan lagi mengulangkaji pelajaranku sebelum kelas terakhir bermula. Kali ini dibawah pohon rendang menjadi tempat berteduh. Hinggap pula seekor burung comel ciptaan Allah yang tiba-tiba dengan selambanya melepaskan hajatnya (buang air besar) dan terkena di lengan bajuku. Aiseh. Aku, seorang muslim yang cool perlu mengekalkan sifat sejati seorang muslim yang cool. Tidak perlu marah-marah. Tak cool. Lantas ku pandangi burung comel yang sedang membuat muka seposen itu, dan berkata sambil tersenyum, "Nasib aku baik. Kalau kau lembu, tentu saja habis semua baju serta muka aku kotor dengan najismu itu." Tersenyum sipu si burung itu. Allah Maha Besar. Tentu sahaja ada hikmahnya perkara ini terjadi. Ya, sememangnya untuk menjadi seorang muslim yang cool tidak mudah. Namun ia juga tidak sukar, InshaAllah.

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Dalam keadaan suci dan bersih, aku kemudiannya menunaikan fardhu Asar bersama hero aku a.k.a adik lelaki segak aku yang baru ku jemput dari nursery sebentar tadi. Dan kemudian, setelah men-transformasikan diri kami ke versi atlet negara yang menutup aurat, kini tiba masanya riadah time. Seorang muslim yang cool tidak sahaja cerdik malah cergas juga. Kami disertai jiran kami yang merupakan seorang warga eropah, Uncle Jared kami panggil. Beriadah bersama Uncle Jared menampakkan diri kami agak macho. Cool itu ada, tapi macho lagi terserlah. Uncle Jared tergelak besar bila mendengarnya.

Pulang dari riadah tepat pukul 6.30 petang. Terus mandi dan berwangi-wangian. Seorang Muslim yang cool tidak akan mempertaruhkan waktu solatnya hanya kerana ingin badan menjadi fit dan mantap. Perlu bersiap-siap ke masjid dan solat berjemaah juga.

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Selesai solat maghrib, membaca Al-Quran dengan adik, menegur dan menasihati adik yang membuat huru-hara dan kacau-bilau di masjid dan selesai solat isya', kami pulang ke rumah dan makan dinner yang semestinya aku, seorang muslim cool ini yang masak. Kemudian aku meneliti dan membantu adik mengulangkaji matapelajaran tadikanya dan aku sendiri pun mengulangkaji juga. Adik aku yang kacak ini amat pandai, seperti abangnya juga. Alhamdulillah.

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Pukul 10 malam. Abang yang cool ini menidurkan adiknya, membacakan kepadanya sejarah nabi-nabi Allah dan para sahabatnya. Seorang Muslim yang cool tidak akan membacakan kisah dongengan khayalan kepada adiknya. Sebaliknya menceritakan kisah-kisah benar agar dengan harapan adiknya yang cool itu sedar dan tahu, tersentap jiwanya bahawa dunia ini bukanlah semudah pari-pari melambaikan tongkat saktinya untuk si cinderella mencapai cita-citanya, dunia ini bahkan lebih hebat dengan cabaran di setiap penjuru. Dan orang yang berjaya mengharungi cabaran dunia ini; semestinya berpandukan petunjuk dari Allah, adalah orang yang bukan sahaja cool malah auranya mampu dirasai berabad tahun lamanya, MasyaAllah.

Setelah adik aku yang cool dan comel itu tidur, terserlah lah ke-innocent-annya di wajah nya yang letih itu. Lantas ku lafazkan kalimah Ya Latif berulang kali dan menghembuskan ke ubun-ubun adik aku yang cool itu. Adik, semoga hati adik lembut; mudah menerima ilmu, mudah menerima teguran dan nasihat dan sentiasa dilindungi Allah. Amin.

Aku muslim yang cool ini meneruskan mengulangkaji hingga ke jam 11.30 malam. Kadang-kadang hingga ke 12 tengah malam. Kadang-kadang melarut hingga ke 1 - 2 pagi. Tak mengapa. Sebagai muslim yang cool, ilmu itu wajib dipelajari, diamalkan dan disebarkan walaupun kadang kala keletihan itu terasa. InshaAllah. Kamar memanggil, katil melambai-lambai. Terlelap sudah mata aku. Alhamdulillah. Selamat tinggal dunia keletihan.

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Tepat pukul 3.00 pagi, lelaki muslim cool itu bangun menunaikan solat tahajjud di tengah malam yang sunyi. Melenturkan semua sifat-sifat ego dan cool yang ada pada diri, menangis memohon keampunan dari Allah S.W.T untuk dicurahkan keampunan dan diberi kesenangan dan ketenangan kepada kedua arwah ibu dan ayahnya di sana. Lenangan air mata mencurah-curah membasahi pipi. Di kala itu, sifat cool lelaki itu cair, yang ada hanya sifat-sifat seorang hamba yang lemah meminta secangkir keampunan dari tuhannya.

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Dan itulah diari sehari seorang muslim yang cool dan segak. Tentunya keesokan harinya, dia kelihatan extra cool. Allahuakbar.

p/s: Tips untuk menjadi seorang yang cool, hanya perlu jadi seorang muslim yang sejati kerana secara automatiknya anda akan jadi cool. Dan segak. Dan kacak juga. Sudah pasti tenang juga. InshaAllah.

Saki Rosli

Pelangi

2011-08-09T02:41:00.001+08:00

I took this from my Indonesian friend facebook's wall post. Thanks Mohd Sofyan!

Terjadi sebuah dialog.

Teman: Mana yang kau pilih, kapsul warna putih atau hitam, Putih kau wafat, Hitam kau tak berdaya.

Sofyan: Aku pilih warna pelangi yang kau sembunyikan itu.

Bintang-bintang

2011-08-09T02:17:00.001+08:00

I took this from my Indonesian friend facebook's wall post. Thanks Mohd Sofyan!

Ketika aku berbaring di kamar, kupandangi bintang-bintang yang indah di langit sana, lalu ku teringat "Astaghfirullah, mana atap rumahku?"

A thank you and farewell letter. Made for you.

2011-07-27T15:18:00.002+08:00

One must say thank you to show gratitude and one must say goodbye to move on.

To IIC 's lecturers and friends.

Peace be upon you readers, Insya-Allah. For a few reasons, I need to write this. I need to tell you this, to let this out from my chest. To put my mind at ease and finally rest the case. Your role is nothing more than to understand me, accept these feelings. And this is me begging you. Please.

The past few months have been too harsh on me. Believe me, I’ve been faking the smiles and surprisingly, I’m pretty damn good at it. Since then, my life has never been the same again. What goal to be scored, what aim to be achieved? I can never trace back the sparks I’m missing and the excitement I lost. I felt horrible and terrible, like a monster inside me. All praises to you almighty, you did a very excellent job in testing me. Was it a sign for me? Was it a reminder? I have no clue. But I guess it’s time to say I’m sorry.

Hence, with this opportunity given by Allah, I wrote down this letter as a mean to apologize and to thank you all. To untangle the hatred feelings we once had for one another or to ever strengthen the beautiful friendship we had. Well, maybe to jab a little hope and wakes up our hidden spirits too; thus continue living a peaceful life in this beautiful world. Yes, I am a dreamer. Aren’t we all?

So here it goes.

To my ever beautiful and handsome lecturers. Oh I can see you smiling there. Aren’t you glad I labelled you that? :D Scratching and scrubbing the board again and again, you served us cases to crack on. And our brains went wilder as the neuron sparks, giving a no-no to lose. Tell me, how many questions have we solved together? How many answers have been debated? And how many ideas and theories have we produced altogether? Countless. But along the way, you guided us. And side by side, we defined life as we talked and laughed. No possible thing can steal away those sweet moments we had. I thank Allah always. For letting me evidence your enthusiasm, your existence and the awesomeness in each and every step you took; the unique approach of yours. Alhamdulillah. It’s not your duties that amazed me but it’s the responsibilities you carried with you that astounded me. To repay you is unthinkable; unimaginable. For now, thank you is all I can say. Thank you.

To all my friends, companions, comrades, pals, soul mates and amigos. Go out there, look for a success to bring home. Ransack each and every corner of your life to search for that promised success. Lit up the happiness your parents have always had for you. Like Sirius and Rigel, enlightened us in darkness with its glorious lights, always. But bear in mind, this is just a beginning. You’ll meet a Fagin that’s for sure. He who show you the path to darkness and evil; strikes when you are zooming out. Therefore, head up my dear friends, be safe and wise. Be safe and sound. In this heart, always I fear for what might happen to us one day. But in this heart too, always I know we will make it through and we’ll show the world what we are made of. For we are nebulas, yet to be a supernova.

Forgive me dear lecturers and friends, if I ever hurt your feelings in any possible way. From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. This is no laughing matter, I'm sorry. Seriously. I'm sorry. Okay, I think you got that. Alhamdulillah.

You need not to know what happened to me and don’t even bother to guess. I guess it’s a surprise what immaturity and stupidity can do to one’s life. In addition to that, I will not attend the graduation ceremony on this coming 30th July 11. So this is a goodbye. Don’t worry about me, InsyaAllah I’ll be creating success in some other places. And you too. Most definitely, I put my faith in that. Let the time do the ticking. May Allah forever bless us. Forever. Amin.

Happy graduating.

I heart you, always.

Sakinah Rosli DCE071192

International Islamic College Malaysia.

In case you've forgotten me;

Bonjour ke tak bonjour ke, itu belakang punya citer.

2011-07-15T19:23:00.000+08:00

Bonjour. Boleh kembalikan semula realiti saya? Tolong ya.

Okay. Saya dah kira dah. Secara rawaknya, ada kira-kira 500 buah buku kat dalam bilik saya. Diluar ruang tamu atas pula ada lebih kurang 500 - 600 dan ditingkat bawah pula kira-kira dalam 300 buah buku. Jadi kalau dicampurkan semuanya, dapatlah kita sebuah mini library ya kawan-kawan. Ehem. Ke situ pulak. Maksud saya, jika dicampurkan kesemuanya, dapatlah lebih kurang dalam 1300 - 1400 lebih buah buku. Dalam 1300 ni, ada buku bahasa Melayu, Arab, Inggeris dan Jepun. Dan kadang-kadang tu terselit juga buku bahasa mandarin. (Mak dulu belajar bahasa cina mandarin). Tapi satu pun takde buku bahasa perancis. Toksah kata buku lah, movie-movie and lagu-lagu dalam laptop ni takde yang guna bahasa perancis pun. Tetiba ni lak, kena amik bahasa perancis. Major lak tuh. Jangan cakap 0ne sentence, sepatah haram one word pun aku tak faham. Aiseh. Habis lah. Lepas ni citer Banlieue 13-Ultimatum terbakor aku replay. Gasaklah.

{tapi apa-apa pun alhamdulillah, dapat gak sambung belajar. Alhamdulillah}

Read!

2011-07-14T17:52:00.000+08:00

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Read! In the name of thy Lord and Cherisher, who created man out of a clot of congealed blood. Read! And thy Lord is Most Bountiful - He who taught the use of the pen, taught man that which he knew not. Nay, but man doth transgress all bound, in that he looketh upon himself as self-sufficient. Verily to thy Lord is the return of all. (Al-'Alaq: 1-8)

If war you want, then war you get.

2011-07-06T09:17:00.002+08:00

let the march begin.

The darkened has to be whiten,

And we'll fight till half beaten,

Save up all your ludicrous threaten,

For we ain't chicken.

To the battle we're heading,

No longer suffering and restraining,

Hell yah we've done training,

Oh this is just a welcoming, with words of warning.

Because we're all His slaves

2011-07-06T08:01:00.001+08:00

be humble, know where your place is.

Keep your head down,

Let pride no rise.

Keep your head down,

Be nothing but wise.

Pathetic Planner

2011-05-30T15:52:00.000+08:00

Dia yang luluskan plan you tuu.

I once had a plan A, B and C. Plan A was, you know, the original plan that didn't work. Therefore I came up with Plan B. The purpose of having a Plan B is to back up whatever it is that supposed to be backed up. Plan B was supposed to work. I had faith in it. But that Plan B crushed my faith into little pieces. So then, here comes Plan C. Ceh, Plan C was way too embarrassing to be told. Kick you Plan C, kick you!

Next time, I'm going to make sure there is Plan D. And perhaps Plan E too.

Masalah saya dengan reality show. Kami tak bersefahaman.

2011-05-14T14:19:00.001+08:00

Dia yang mulakan dulu.

Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera. Cewah. Terasa seperti pembaca berita pula. Ya, anda di sana, terima kasih kerana menjawab salam saya.

Jarang sekali saya menulis entri dalam bahasa melayu. Bukan lupa daratan atau lautan tetapi setiap kali mengarang menggunakan bahasa melayu, saya selalu merasakan seperti sedang mengarang karangan Bahasa Melayu SPM di dewan peperiksaan. Tambahan pula, grade Bahasa Melayu SPM saya tidaklah begitu membanggakan. Ini menambahkan kepayahan, kesulitan dan perasaan tidak yakin untuk mengarang dalam bahasa melayu. {ehem. macamlah bahasa inggeris saya power sangat, ke lautlah sakinah..} Dan setiap kali saya ingin cuba membuat entri berbahasa melayu, secara tidak sengajanya saya akan berbahasa formal. Jangan tanya mengapa. Saya sendiri kurang pasti.

Ah. Persetankan semua itu. Masalah saya dan bahasa Melayu bukanlah isu utama di sini. Apa ya dan apa tidak dengan bahasa melayu bukanlah agenda utama saya mengarang entri ini. Topik saya pada hari ini cukup jelas di tajuk atas sana. Ya, kami tidak bersefahaman. Setiap kali saya terlihat si dia (reality show) saya akan mula membebel dan mengumpat. Si dia pula akan terus membengangkan saya atau ayat powernya menghunus pedang terus ke jantung saya. Itu hanya hiperbola saja, jangan difikirkan sangat.

Sekarang, dengarkan pendapat saya. Jika ingin berdebat dengan saya, di comment box bawah ya. Ingat, bahasa melambangkan peribadi.

Reality show has been booming in the recent times. It started out with the premise of bringing the real life people live everyday to the screen for an interesting new show but now, most viewers are finding that reality TV shows are still faked. However, the truth is, no matter the subject, reality show manages to capture loyal fans following that guaranteed high TV ratings.

Oh maaf, saya mulakan dengan bahasa mat salleh. Tapi anda faham bukan? Ya bagus. Grade A untuk anda dalam pemahaman. Kita teruskan.

Di sini, saya akan menggunakan Rancangan Realiti Akademi Fantasia (AF) sebagai rujukan khas dan reality tv yang lain sebagai rujukan amnya. Ini perlu bagi saya kerana secara jujurnya, si dia adalah sebenarnya AF dan penting bagi saya untuk meluahkan segala perasaan yang terbuku di hati dan jiwa saya untuk mengelakkan tekanan yang berlebihan. Saya bersifat begitu. Bagi peminat AF, jangan cepat melenting. Lepas selesai baca barulah melenting di comment box bawah sana. Tapi sekali lagi ingat, bahasa melambangkan peribadi.

~Isu No 1~

Rancangan realiti tv ini sering kali mengatakan bahawa tujuan mereka adalah untuk mencari bakat dan mempertontonkan kepada dunia apa realiti itu sebenarnya. Mereka berdebat tentang realiti itu dan ini, yang disana dan yang disini. Tidakkah mereka tahu kita juga hidup dalam realiti? Dan percayalah, realiti kami ini lebih hebat dan mencabar berbanding realiti mereka yang kadang-kala hanyalah lakonan semata-mata. Boleh jalanlah.

~Isu No 2~

Bagi peminat kipas-susah-mati (die-hard fan) si dia pula, isu mengeluarkan duit bagi SMS untuk peserta kegemaran mereka, pembaziran masa dan tenaga, kesusahan dan keresahan mereka terhadap peserta kegemaran mereka mungkin tidak begitu memberi impak kepada mereka tetapi ini amatlah memberi impak yang tersangat amat bagi mereka yang lain. Sudahlah kami cukup-cukup makan saja, mereka pula menghabiskan duit macam tu saja. Tekanan sekali lagi kepada bukan peminat rancangan realiti.

~Isu No 3~

Unjust advantages. One side party taking advantages of the other side. Sebagai contoh, si dia sering kali highlight constant fights or disagreements between a group or individual and even telecast certain embarrassing moments of the participant. Kata si dia, ingin mempertontonkan bagimana peserta dapat memperlihatkan keazaman dan kekuatan untuk menghadapi segala rintangan. But the real and ugly reality they are hiding is that they just want to make high TV ratings. Sampai berkelahi peserta-peserta. Tuduh si dia dan si dia tuduh si dia pula. Depan bersahabat, belakang pula mengumpat. Sungguh tidak professional.

{Baik buat pau dari tengok realiti show. At least penat-penat pun, perut kenyang, hati girang}

Akhir kata dari saya,

❤Sayangs, not all reality meant to be viewed❤

★Namun, bukanlah semua rancangan realiti tv seperti ini. Ada juga rancangan realiti tv yang sejuk mata memandang seperti Imam Muda, Akademi Al-Quran dan Akademi Nasyid★

The Confused Giraffe

2011-05-10T20:54:00.006+08:00

Don't blame them. They're animals after all.

{This is a fact, seriously}

*Giraffe*

hi cute guys *wink* (hahaha..)

♦The giraffe looks so unusual with its striking colouring and elongated neck and legs, towering over all other animals living in the African Savannah, that the ancient Romans didn't know quite what to make of them♦Thinking they must be cross-breeds between camels and leopards, they called them 'camelopards' (This explains the giraffe's species identification of Giraffa Camelopardalis)♦

giraffe = camel+leopards

you've gotta be kidding me

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{This is another fact}

*Leopard*

hi. my mom is a panther, daddy's a lion. how cool is that?

♦I read from somewhere that leopard, in the other hand, got its name because at one point it was commonly thought to be a cross between a lion and a panther or 'pard'♦

leopard = lion+panther

rephrase: you've gotta be kidding me, again

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So, that makes the Giraffe is a combination of camel+leopard+lion+panther

WOW. Congrats Giraffe.

I read these facts from some book I came across with but I don't think that they actually you know, cross breeding. But who knows kan?

{Loveknowsnoboundary?}

Giraffe: ya know, *munch..munch* I'd never thought I would say this but, I'm confused. So how come lions, leopards and even panthers do eat us? *munch..munch* I mean, we're supposed to be a one big happy family right? *munch..munch..* I feel the urge to kick them hard. Lets go kick some big cats boys.

Zebra crossing

2011-04-30T14:14:00.002+08:00

What is the difference between a zebra and a horse? A zebra has its pyjamas on.

{This is a fact}

Zebra

Young female zebras leave the family at 2 years old. They must then search for a new family to join.

♦I'm just glad we are not zebras♦I can't imagine a 2 year old girl wondering around to find a new family. That's just sad♦

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Nala : This is a zebra crossing, Simba..

Simba : Great, then where's the lion one?

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What did the lion say to his cubs when he taught them to hunt?

★Don't go over the road till you see the zebra crossing★

{zebracrossing}

Guinea Pig yang tak berapa nak puas hati

2011-04-29T21:32:00.001+08:00

the truth is out. someone's not very happy.

{This is a fact}

*Guinea Pig*

Despite their name, guinea pigs are not related to pigs.

a guinea pig : Oh this is a humiliation! Can someone change our name please? I demand a lawyer!

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{Now here's another fact}

*Hippopotamus*

Their name come from Greek which means 'river horse'.

It is said that Hippos are related to pigs.

a guinea pig : Oh this is unbearable. And they call us guinea 'pig'. This is unfair.

a hippo : Take it or leave it, PIG.

a guinea pig : ~Hey, watch your mouth! *show off fist* Karang aku panggil geng wonderpets kang...~

a hippo : ......

{I believe that guinea pig don't know how big that hippo really is}

★Oh ya, it is true hippos live near river, but what's up with that horse?★

Mole You!

2011-04-29T05:24:00.004+08:00

sometimes, you make me wonder why I'm with you.

{husband&wife}

Johan : ©Honey, we have been married for 8 years and I didn't realize you have a mole on the tip of your nose©How can I miss that?

Linda : Seriously? It's been there since I was 5!

Johan : Do you know that people used to make clothes from mole fur?

Linda : ÜMy mole don't have fur!Ü

Johan : What are you saying? Of course mole have fur. It keeps them warm.

Linda : +My mole don't need fur to keep me warm!+

Johan : You have a mole? Where did you get them? Oh, you bought them? They actually sell mole?

Linda : *sharping a knife*

Johan : ©Oh, what are you cooking for dinner?©

Linda : ~YOU!~

Johan : OMG! I know you are a mole, but I don't know you are a murderer! You mole!

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{NLoveCanKillN}

{englishohenglish}

I ain't white swan. You are.

2011-04-29T04:19:00.001+08:00

no kidding.

『This is a fact』

*Swans swallow stones to help their digestion*

¨Just imagine if humans too need to swallow stones to help our digestion¨We'll have to stay in toilet longer than we usually do¨

{therearelotsofanimalswallowstonestoo}

�should we provide antacids for them�

Lets go back to year 1996, and meet my hero.

2011-04-27T16:55:00.003+08:00

Do me a favour, if you can build a time machine, let me know.

♥I was an innocent little girl back in 1996. Skinny, not chubby at all. It was my first year in primary school. Unlike some of the first graders, I had nothing to fear. Nothing except for Puan Chua. She was a real scary teacher. Well, at least that was my first impression of her. But later on, I discovered that she was okay as long as you don't talk during lessons. Other than that, I was a member of a gang. Yes, you heard me right. In fact, if someone messed up with me, I had a whole gang to back me up♥

[Nah, I'm not talking about that kind of gang you have in mind, it was more like a sort of a family gang. Hmm... lets see, I had 5 cousins and a brother which were all 'seniors' and an aunt which was a teacher {still now, at the same school}. So, if you happen to be a student in that same school back in 1996, you might not want to pick a fight with me. But oh but... later in that same year, an incident happened. I was bullied by a third grader.]

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So the story goes like this.

The school bell rang, end of a day. M {my classmate, a newcomer} was running towards the school gate. Z {my other classmate} and I were behind her, running also. It was like ♥mari kita berlari bersama-sama menuju kejayaan yeah♥ kind of run. Suddenly, M fell down and bled her knee. Instead of crying, she was laughing hysterically. Z and I were shocked. We offered our help to get her up and not sure whether to laugh or not, but she looked like a total insane maniac if we left her laughing all alone. So we laughed too.

~Like a flash of a thunder, her face changed~

She cried and accused me of pushing her down. Everyone was looking at me. She had a very convincing face not to mention the StearsS. I was shocked and Z defended me. It was neither Z nor I pushed her. And it was the truth. However, Z and I apologized for laughing.

Before she left,

Nshe managed to terrorize me with a threatN

Z told me not to worry. But Z didn't know what comes next.

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The next day,

I arrived at school and placed my bag at the assembly hall. From afar I can see M and her third grader sister. They were waiting for me. M whispered something to her sister and she gave me a death look. I wanted to run but it was too late as they were now standing in front of me. M's sister, still with that death look asked me why I pushed her sister. Without giving me a chance to reply, she moved to her next question which was why I laughed at her innocent hurt little sister. And again, without giving me a chance to say anything she kept asking me this and that, threatened me again and again.

¨All I can remember was everything that came from her mouth that day was terrifying, horrible and the look of the people surrounding me was nothing other than pity¨

I almost cry but I didn't. I wished for anyone to help me.

«And that wish came true«

My brother, also a third grader at that unforgettable year came from behind me. The first thing that came out from his mouth was "Hey whats going on here?" and with just that M's sister kinda shocked and lost her words. "Don't tell me you're ACTUALLY BULLYING my little sister?" the next question.

©I didn't know my brother was watching me all these while. And I can see my cousins too, sitting at the canteen's table, watching us. They were all wearing that serious, death and don't-you-dare-mess-with-us mask©

My brother stared at M's sister, waiting for her reply.Unlike M's sister, my brother didn't threaten M at all, he totally ignored her. Although M too was cursing me. He didn't bother to pick a fight or bully a 7 years old - first grader, to him it was not cool at all. M's sister didn't managed to reply, I think my brother scared her. My brother had his serious face at all times {even now}. He isn't the type of guy who laugh and jokes, he's more like a silent killer type. But he's nice. With that, M and her sister just ran away. Without saying their apologies. Ah, who cares.

«"Sakinah, inform me if someone is bothering you okay? I'll whack them up."«

{brother}
J

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*Well that day, I met my hero. He was there all along, keeping me safe and sound. He was taking care of me from afar, and take action only when needed to. Thank you brother, for just being you*

«What about you? Do you have a hero too?«

♥To heroes all over the world, you guys are awesome. We felt your love and we thank you♥

{youmaketheworldabetterplacetolivein}

{We♥Heroes}

The love is in the air. Can you feel it?

2011-04-27T01:02:00.001+08:00

I choose to love.

I love

and

and of course, you too

what's up with that face lil kitten?

{becauseiamapeacelover}

What's up, Prof

2011-04-26T22:57:00.005+08:00

Life has never been this good.

we make our own rules. because we rock! XD

{youcanjoinustoo}

Trusting You, Trusting Me

2011-04-26T19:14:00.003+08:00

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none - William Shakespeare

Reading Anwar Hadi's post : Can We Trust? really makes me wonder how Malaysians can be so much opposite! Ahhh... I guess there are some things that we can't just change huh? And here we are, clicking and typing, be it chatting, encouraging, whispering, screaming, {monologuing} and bla bla to our people but the truth is, it's not easy to change the attitude that's in our blood for decades.. o_o

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"A pretty obvious thing about Australia and Australians in Sydney is that people here have very high levels of trust. Not only do they trust their friends (because you're supposed to be able to trust your friends), they trust their customers and even complete strangers." - Anwar hadi in Can We Trust?

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,

and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I hope we can change the future together.
For us, for Malaysia.
{We♥Malaysia}

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I trust you + you betrayed me = War
You trust me + I betrayed you = War
I trust you + You trust me + no betrayal = No grilles on windows and doors

Chess Burpp + Fly and Mosquito

2011-04-25T23:12:00.000+08:00

From AhXuan Ogreth's wall post.

I had lunch with a chess player yesterday. It took him thirty minutes to pass the salt.

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What is the difference between a fly and a mosquito? It's simple - A fly can fly but a mosquito cannot mosquito.

Diputusin Pacar?

2011-04-25T21:42:00.005+08:00

I took this from my Indonesian friend facebook's wall post. Thanks Mohd Sofyan!

Mumun Marpu'ah baru diputusin pacarnya, dia menangis tersedu-sedu dan lari ke hutan, didalam hutan dia berdo'a, "Ya Tuhan, daripada hidup sakit hati, mending aku mati diterkam macan," baru selesai berdo'a tiba-tiba ada macan yang mau menghampirinya, dia berkata lagi, "Ya Tuhan, gitu aja diambil hati".

*macan = tiger

It is time to give up.

2011-04-25T16:11:00.003+08:00

This is my fate.

I am a black sheep.

Alone. Invisible.

Unnoticed.

Thank you for your love.

Goodbye life.

The black sheep is giving up.

Science VS Allah SWT

2011-04-16T00:42:00.002+08:00

Assalamualaikum.. Take your time to read this forwarded message. There is no regret. It’s about us, science and The Almighty Allah. All Muslims should read this. Fantastic use of logic.

*red – professor

*blue – 1^st Muslim

*green – 2^nd Muslim

Science Vs. Allah S.W.T.

At an educational institution. Professing to be wise, they became fools..

“Let me explain the problem science has with God.” The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

“You’re a Muslim, aren’t you, son?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So you believe in God?”

“Absolutely.”

“Is God good?”

“Sure! God’s good.”

“Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?”

“Yes.”

The professor grins knowingly and considers for a moment.

“Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? Would you try?”

“Yes sir, I would.”

“So you’re good..!”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Why not? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could in fact most of us would if we could.. God doesn’t.”

[No answer]

“He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Muslim who died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. How is this God good? Hmm.. Can you answer that one?”

[No answer]

The elderly man is sympathetic. “No, you can’t, can you?” He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. “In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. Let’s start again, young fella.”

“Is God good?”

“Er.. Yes.”

“Is Satan good?”

“No.”

“Where does Satan come from?”

The student falters. “From..God..”

“That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he?” The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen.”

He turns back to the Muslim. “Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? Did God make everything?”

“Yes.”

“Who created evil?”

[No answer]

“Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things – do they exist in this world?”

The student squirms on his feet. “Yes.”

“Who created them?”

[No answer]

The professor suddenly shouts at his student. “WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!” The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim’s face. In a still small voice.. “God created all evil, didn’t He, son?”

[No answer]

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerised.

“Tell me,” He continues.. “How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?” The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. “All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn’t it, young man?”

[No answer]

“Don’t you see it all over the place? Huh?”

Pause.

“Don’t you?” The professor leans into the student’s face again and whispers, “Is God good?”

[No answer]

“Do you believe in God, son?”

The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. “Yes, professor. I do.”

The old man shakes his head sadly. “Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. You have never seen God, have you?”

“No, sir. I never have seen Him.”

“Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your God?”

“No, sir. I have not.”

“Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your God.. in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?”

[No answer]

“Answer me, please.”

“No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.”

“You’re AFRAID.. you haven’t?”

“No, sir.”

“Yet you still believe in him?”

“…yes…”

“That takes FAITH!” The professor smiles sagely at the underling. “According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?”

[The student doesn’t answer]

“Sit down, please.”

The Muslim sits.. Defeated.

Another Muslim raises his hand. “Professor, may I address the class?”

The professor turns and smiles. “Ah, another Muslim in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering.”

The Muslim looks around the room. “Some interesting points you’re making, sir. Now I’ve got a question for you… Is there such thing as heat?”

“Yes.” The professor replies. “There’s heat.”

“Is there such a thing as cold?”

“Yes, son. There’s cold too.”

“No, sir, there isn’t.”

The professor’s grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold. The second Muslim continues.

“You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 – you see, sir, ‘cold’ is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir. Just the absence of it.”

Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.

“Is there such thing as darkness, professor?”

“That’s a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn’t darkness? What are you getting at…?”

“So you say there is such a thing as darkness?”

“Yes..”

“You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you… give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?”

Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him. This will indeed be a good semester.

“Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?”

“Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error…”

The professor goes toxic. “Flawed..? How dare you..!”

“Sir, may I explain what I mean?”

The class is all ears.

“Explain.. oh explain..” The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue.

“You are working on the premise of duality,” the Muslim explains. “That for example there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it.”

The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbour who has been reading it. “Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?”

“Of course there is, now look..”

“Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?” The Muslim pauses.

“Isn’t evil the absence of good?”

The professor’s face has turned an alarming colour. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless.

The Muslim continues. “If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if He exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? Islam tells us it is to see if each one of us will, choose good over evil.”

The professor bridles. “As a philosophical scientist, I don’t vie this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable.”

“I would have thought that the God’s moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,” The Muslim replies. “Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?”

“If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.”

“Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?”

The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare.

“Professor, since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going Endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?”

“I will overlook your impudence in the light of our Philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?” The professor hisses.

“So you don’t accept God’s moral code to do what is Righteous?”

“I believe in what is – that’s science!”

“Ahh…science!” The student’s face splits into a grin.

“Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..”

“SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?” The professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Muslim remains standing until the commotion has subsided.

“To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?”

The professor wisely keeps silent. The Muslim looks around the room.

“Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen air, oxygen, molecules, atoms, the professor’s brain?”

The class breaks out in laughter. The Muslim points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor.

“Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain.. felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain?”

No one appears to have done so. The Muslim shakes his head sadly. “It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor’s brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain.”

The Muslim sits.. because that is what a chair is for!

_______________________________________________________________________

Now it is everyone’s chance to learn more about Islam, about God, about the purpose of existence, creation and life, about the prophets of God and about his holy books especially the Holy Qur’an. Then it is your choice to become a Muslim, or not. Allah says in the Holy:

“There is no compulsion in religion; truly the right way has become clearly distinct from error; and he who rejects false deities and believes in Allah (The God) has grasped a firm handhold which will never break. And Allah is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.” (2:256)

“Allah is the Protecting Guardian of those who believe. He brings them out of the darkness into the light; As for those who disbelieve, their guardians are false deities. They bring them out of light into darkness… (2:257)

please forward to others!

And when you think everything is going smooth, think again.

2011-04-10T08:55:00.006+08:00

Friendship is like money, easier to made than kept - Samuel Butler.

To equalize friendship and money is kinda like to think that all you care for is the value of something. Not to say it's a bad thing neither a good thing. Well today I'm not gonna preach you about value or something like that, instead, I would really like you to meet Mira, a girl that has something to say about friendship. A girl that found and lost what you call a friendship.

Mira is an ordinary-nothing-special girl on her lucky days and pathetic loser girl on her worst days. She enjoyed making friends, chatting with her girlfriends and please her friends. She wanted them to feel that they are precious and loved, safe and sound. She somehow believed she has made a good job doing all of that. Poor girl, little did she know.

But like any other girls, Mira had times where she felt threaten and scared. Sometimes she lose her temper and hurt her friends' feelings. A time where she had nothing to offer, and nothing to comfort. She felt guilt and guilt only, and apologized again and again. Until days passed her by like they always do that she realized everything went wrong. Everything just went wrong. Though it was a heart-breaking confession, Mira had to admit, she is not a good friend to her friends. She screwed up most of the time and the rest just went wrong itself. She never knew before that she tried so hard to be acceptable and now she felt pity to herself.

And whenever she tried to fix her mistakes, they became even worse. When she apologized, she can see that her friends hate her more. They tried to fake it but she can see through their eyes. The friendship they shared was impossible to be saved. Nothing else can be done except to step away from their lives and stay invisible. Sometimes Mira wanted to vanish away and start a new life somewhere and just forget all of this ever happen but no can do. Because one can never survive without a company and when she makes friends again, the same thing will repeat over and over again.

She never blame anyone for that matter because she believed it's a world she created herself. However, the worst part of all the worst, she didn't even know what she did wrong. And believe me, it felt horrible to not know what went wrong.

{shewasonceastrongoptimistgirl}

Fake it till you make it.

2011-04-09T15:18:00.002+08:00

Asam dan garam kehidupan. Mana hilang gulanya? - Ardhi Tect

When you think you can't handle certain things and get afraid of every seconds of it that sometimes you wish you are not in that uncomfortable situation, you might want to consider faking it. Fake is not a good thing but sometimes it sure does gives you the strength to move on.

You can do it. Fake it till you make it.

I never knew that chicken can be a topic. Until now.

2011-04-08T23:28:00.007+08:00

I'm not a chicken.

It's Friday night and I had chicken for dinner. Oh you don't know? I haven't been eaten chicken for the past few months. The thing is, my mom and dad have this concept of not buying chicken from markets or grocery store as we have a chicken farm near here somewhere in Puncak Alam which is far more convincing in terms of halalness =p. Apparently they sell ayam kampung, ayam biasa and ayam bandar.. okay, that doesn't sounds right. You just have to give them a call and make your order and tadaaah.... they'll send it over to your house in just no time. And I tell ya, it's fresh and halal.

So Saki, whats up with the I haven't eaten chicken for the past few months? Ya, I know you would came up with that question. It's because my mom and dad is pretty busy with works and stuff that we only usually buy veges, fish, meat, eggs and other kitchen groceries. Sure we can just order during weekend but weekends never feel like weekend. Nah, I'm happy with the way they are. Oh wait, did I just use the word weekend three times in a sentence? Awesome.

Actually I myself can call them anytime as the house is my workplace, my university and my house obviously, but I have Xenophobia. I'm afraid of strangers. Well, I never once discuss this matter with a doctor let alone diagnose this behaviour, and to say that I have this Xenophobia is way too harsh, unrealistic confession and so on but no one knows me better than myself kan? So I didn't make the call and will never make the call. Thus, the result is no chicken meat for lunch or dinner. Haha.

Oh for the dinner today, my mom bought nasi bungkus with chicken at some random restaurant. Hmm... I wonder where did the chicken came from?

{sakitperutfeeling}

It's killing me

2011-04-08T07:42:00.006+08:00

And you think you are an angel.

Shaddup!

Whose fault do you think that I'm stuck like this?

You might want to think before you speak!

I'm sorry that I can't forget things easily. I can't seem to forget past. And you never say sorry. Not even once. So shut your big mouth so I can move on!

{Idon'tlikethisfeeling}

We Are What We Are

2011-04-07T00:06:00.003+08:00

Nothing else matters.

Don't look down on us. We are awesome.

You just don't see that yet. Perhaps you should open your eyes wider. Expect the unexpected.

We are freaking awesome. We are.

Welcome Home, Saki

2011-04-06T22:35:00.004+08:00

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one - Jane Howard

No matter where I roam,

this is home.

{Pulanglah wahai si perantau}

It's Friday yo!

2011-04-02T11:28:00.006+08:00

Friday is such a fine day. I love Friday. I love what you've done to this song. Thanks for making Friday a day full of surprises. - Saki Rosli

Birthday! more birthday!

2011-03-30T18:56:00.003+08:00

That's the funny thing about birthday, they're kinda of an annual thing - Rapunzel

Hey You

Yes, you deserve everything and anything birthday girl.

{Happy Birthday sweet honey dear!}

Rock

2011-03-30T11:17:00.004+08:00

Rock is the new Gen - Saki Rosli

you should rock too. lets rock together.

I belong to a country, Malaysia

2011-03-27T01:18:00.002+08:00

Because this is who I am - Saki Rosli

Nice to meet you!

Happy Pills

2011-03-26T18:02:00.013+08:00

You don't know me. You don't. - Saki Rosli

Mr. Pharmacist, how much is this? Is this

will make me

and will I be able to

and

and stay

Will it ease my

and put an end to all my

+ + +

Mr. Pharmacist : In your dreams, Saki. No pills can do that. But it'll help. And the rest is up to you.

Books and Buku-buku

2011-03-26T01:02:00.006+08:00

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana -Groucho Marx

I must be high or in delusion. I'm actually craving for my SPM (Malaysian Certificate of Education) books, though I left high school for almost 5 years already. God, I wish I could turn back time, be a high schooler once again. I can make it right this time. Oh stop it. Who am I kidding? You wish Saki. You wish.

My room is pack with books. But I'm not a book worm. Irony isn't it? It's messy, I know.

see what I found on the internet. Science note. Oh wait, now I'm googling it? This is serious. I need help.

Sometimes, English makes no sense.

2011-03-24T00:09:00.004+08:00

it's complicated.

♥ There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger.
♥ There's neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
♥ A guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
♥ Quicksand only works slowly.
♥ If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth?
♥ One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese?
♥ If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?

Heaven must've programmed you

2011-03-23T23:20:00.002+08:00

I go where true love goes - Yusuf Islam.

The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you.

The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you.

The moment I looked inside your eyes
I knew that they told no lies,
There would be no good byes - ah,
'cause Heaven must've programmed you.

Your World, My Happiness

2011-03-23T22:58:00.007+08:00

Fia, you made world a whole lot better place to live in - your sis, Saki Rosli

Me: Oh, you drew a fish.
*take a look at the title at the back of the drawing block* My Pet.
Me: Hmm, My Pet. Interesting. What fish is this, Fia?
Fia: A Shark.
Me: oh.. okay then...

You know lil sis, cute girls don't have shark as a pet.

Pray For Gaza

2011-03-23T08:24:00.003+08:00

for the heart of a Muslim must be strong - Zain Bikha

Never to forget the extreme suffering of Palestinians for years. Gaza, you are always in out heart and will always be. Never give up Gaza!

Pray For Japan

2011-03-23T01:55:00.006+08:00

Do not pray for a lighter load, but for a stronger back - Phillips Brooks

Japan has always been an inspiration for me, in doing everything. Thank you for that.
Be strong, Japan.

Checklist. Things to do when you're bored

2011-03-22T21:10:00.009+08:00

Go to the kitchen. Find something to eat. (Not recommended for those 60 kg above)
Take a look at your bookshelves. read something.
Wash dishes, clothes and stuffs that can be washed. your pet maybe?
Re-watch your favourite drama or movies. and again.
Face-booking, face-palming.
Paint your bedroom's door. Make it shinny and glossy girl!
Tell all your secrets to your pet.
If you don't have one, borrow your neighbour's pet. I'm pretty sure they have one. Just make sure that the pet stay alive and don't let it die of shock. Secrets CAN DO harm. no seriously.
Watch Rapunzel. She'll tell you what to do. She's a pro when it comes to this.
Write a love note to yourself. (That's desperate)
Take a 4-5 hours of nap. You know, just to kill the time.
Start to write a diary. But I bet it will turn out like..."Dear diary, I am so bored I don't know what to write next...erm.." Kick that. Write a novel instead. You can pretend that you're the hero. But if you suck in writing, please stop. Nobody's gonna read it anyway.
Create a new recipe. Just don't add aubergine in. please. with cherries on top.
Start a blog. But you'll end one if you don't have any idea what to write next.
Make a wishful list. Just make sure you don't make stupid wish like "I hope I'll get a Ferrari for my upcoming birthday!" It won't happen. No boy, life is fair.
Tell your parents you want a brand new super expensive handphone, laptop. Be bold boy. You're their son, anyway.
Go to Youtube. Check out IniAnwarHadi or Matluthfi90. Be awe.
Visit the T.O.I.L.E.T. Take a shower you smelly thing!
Exercise. exercise. exercise.
Take a piece of paper. write down your own 'Checklist. Things to do when you're bored'.
Oh yeah, and lastly, if you are a muslim, kick all that first. take a quran and read. At least a few pages. Then you may continue.

The Wall with no E

2011-03-22T21:09:00.008+08:00

Mom: What's that big round thing?

Me: What big round thing?

Mom: You know, the bubble-cloud thingy.

Me: Then maybe it is a bubble-cloud thingy.

Mom: I'm serious.

Me: And this is me being serious, mommy darling.

Before & After

The Combat of Colours

2011-03-21T06:12:00.012+08:00

Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship - Rick Blaine in Saloon Owner (in the film Casablanca)

To be a good daughter sure is a tough job. Endless job. Obligation and duty. The vow of a daughter. Okay, I think you got that. So the Queen a.k.a Mommy left me a task of making a 'Reading Section' and a sort of everyday calendar for her kindergarten. The Queen requested for a harmony-flowerish and fruits theme. As for me, I was confused by the crystal-clear description of the themes the Queen gave me. Typical me. It took me one and a half week to finish the task. Again, patience is the key.

You have no idea what i'm facing with. The smell of the oil paint. Gracious, I'm still alive!

Supposedly it should be reading corner. I wasn't paying attention to the Queen's command. I was busy playing with my pencil and my scissors and the paint. The Queen was a bit disappointed. But she said it's okay. She's a kind-hearted Queen. I love her.

The Fruit calendar. The Queen and I had different styles of
arranging the fruits. But my 7 years old sister 'Fia' came up with this
idea and silently arrange this herself.

My everyday love-crush

2011-03-21T06:08:00.006+08:00

Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship, never - Charles Caleb Colton

Cute stuff can be dangerous sometimes. But I'll endure the pain.

Samsung camera S760, Jewellery Box

Marker Pens and Colour pencils, Pencil case, note-book coloured
papers

Jar of bracelets

LG's Ice-Cream, rainbow Handphone case, 8GB USB thumb drive
and my everyday red-diamond necklace

The Art of Possession

2011-03-21T05:45:00.008+08:00

Lucky to have been where I have been - Jason Mraz in Lucky

Lately I've been possessed by a demon named blog. No worries. I've survived. Surely it will be much easier if I just upgrade my template so that everything I do restricted to only clicking and typing. But being me ain't that simple. I love challenges. ~~Physically~~. Therefore, I spent hours no, days making correction and try-and-error to my basecode programming template. Don't blame me for my stupidity in IT Programming. I didn't further my studies in that area. Yet it turns out well. And that is what I like to call - Patience.

The Netbook, Programming sheets, My other two blogs: kick-regrets and sakirosli.

Things That You Don't Know About Me

2011-03-21T05:43:00.007+08:00

If patience is something you can buy from store, I'll get 10 packs everyday - Saki Rosli

I miss Art Attack and Neil D:

I prefer Vanilla more than Chocolate.

I have 19 Rabbits. 12 gone, 7 left.

I adore Shirota Yuu + Kim Soo Hyun.

When I have problems, I want people to ask what are my problems. (Most of the time). Or I'll just talk to the mirror. Don't really like doing that.

My blood type is B+

Dragon Ball is my all-time most favourite anime.

I watch Phineas and Ferb. Still now.

Love CSI's Series. Especially CSI:NY

I love Celery so much.

Involved in a car accident when I was 7 years old. It wasn't bad. I got up and walked =D

I DON'T have passion for Bollywood stuff.

But I love Amir Khan's "Taare Za Men Par" and "3 Idiots"

My favourite food are Bihun Sup and Tomyam.

I think most of J-dramas are inspiring. and funny.

I want to take japanese language course at IBT!

I love Coffee-O. Hot.

I love How To Train Your Dragon and Rapunzel - Tangled!

Detective Conan comic collector.

I think Flynn Rider from Rapunzel is extremely handsome.

Double Kicks?

2011-03-21T02:26:00.002+08:00

stop being regretful and be awesome instead - Saki Rosli

Double kicks? sure. when a kick doesn't seem to work, why not?
Hey, I'm new here. and this is my first post.

"Hi, nice to meet you!"

{sakirosli}