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Assalamualaikum wbt and good day to everyone.

"Sorry seems to be the hardest word"

Nope, it’s not about that song, I am just quoting the above mentioned lyric, and just that.

Some people find this very agreeable, while I used to think differently.

I mean, what’s so hard about asking for forgiveness? I used to think that people who refuse to apologize are selfish people, and why would people want to be selfish and willing to take the pain of arguing back and forth when they can simply end it by saying “I’m sorry”, "Je mi lito", “It’s my fault” etc (you can add them up as you wish, the apology words I mean)

But, little did I know that I was partly wrong (and partly right), which goes down to :

1.       Asking for forgiveness is indeed hard.

2.       People who refuse to apologize are extremely selfish people, and that selfish people are willing to have endless arguments, just to prove that they are right and others are wrong.

It never occurred to me that the song by Elton John and (insertthegrouphere) [eden terlupa pulak, BLUE? Ade ke? CN BLUE memang ade. BLUE? Erm..] actually directed to those who are close to each other, I mean REALLY close.

Tapi kan, sebenarnya memang that song meant to be that way, tapi tu la, being the ignorant me, I just take the song at face value. (plus the only line and tune I know from that song is just “sorry seems to be the hardest word). *gelengkepala*

Okay, what I’ve been trying to say is, we find it really hard to say SORRY (and in addition, THANK YOU) to those people who are close to us, be it family or friends. Why? Here goes my explanation.

It is hard for us to apologize to family and friends after we did wrong because we don’t feel that we need to. Because, well, they are our family and friends, they are CLOSE to us, they KNOW US WELL. So if we did wrong, it is given that they will forgive us, right? So, why should we bother to apologize? 

It is hard for us to thank our family and friends after we receive help or something from them because we don’t feel that we need to. Because (again) they are our family and friends, they are CLOSE to us. It is given that they should help us when we are in need. So, why should we bother to thank them?

Note the bold words. That’s how we people become selfish; selfish people who take things for granted, not appreciating things we have. Because we always justify that things should be our ways because we deserve it.

People, be nice to your family, and be nice to your close ones. They are all we’ve got.

Try to be the ones to apologize first because you won’t lose anything. Instead you will gain more love and respect.

Don’t forget to be thankful to those people around you, because you won’t lose anything. Instead you will gain more love and respect.

Think how magical those words are in mending our relationship with people around us.

Actually this realization hit me after I myself got into conflict with somebody close to me. Aha, no detail of course, but it is fair to say that I’m trying to improve myself. *senyumdenganmatapandangkirikanan*

Dan sebetulnya, tak guna kalau kita beria-ia minta maaf dan berterima kasih dengan orang luar, kalau orang yang dekat dengan kita tak dilayan sebaik itu. Tak adil kan? 
(Betul, betul, betul – Ipin)

This is Diyana reminding you (and myself); just in case you (and I) forgot.

Sabda Rasulullah SAW yang bermaksud:

“Orang yang paling baik di kalangan kamu ialah orang yang paling baik (pergaulannya) dengan ahli keluarga dan aku adalah yang terbaik dari kalangan kamu dalam pergaulan dengan ahli keluargaku.”

(Ibnu Majah dan Ibnu Hibban).

It’s late, I know, but,

SALAM MAULIDUR RASUL.

And I miss the 9 girls dearly.
And I miss ex-occupants of Vyšehrad.
And I miss the girls in Apt 4 and 10.
지지 언니,당신을보고 싶어요.

emirates, tanah melayu and me

Bismillah
I bought the ticket yesterday.
I'm going back to tanah melayu tomorrow.


After went hunting high and low for ticket 
(even considered helsinki, seoul, beijing and hong kong as transit),
akhirnya ada jugak tiket emirates 
(the regular ones with transit in dubai)
*insertmygrinhere*

The confirmation email 
(bragging here, because I'm a brat at heart)

Bukan sedikit orang cakap how fortunate i am to get the ticket for 800 euro in this peak season.
True, there could be a silver lining in my (dark?) cloud.


I was contemplating whether nak balik atau tak, and i said to kak alia that i'm scared my decision to go home for a while is not the right choice at the moment.
But kata-kata kak alia (as usual), left me with overwhelming feelings :
"Allah mudahkan awak untuk dapatkan tiket, Diyana, dengan harga yang murah pulak tu. Sedang kawan-kawan awak duk struggle cari tiket. It could only means that keputusan awak untuk balik tu adalah keputusan yang betul." 


I had a sharing session with kak alia (and few friends), and this video really pings my heart. Motivation for all hearts!








"Accept Allah as your Master, and accept yourself as a Slave" 
The second part is always the hardest one.


To Zizi 언니,  감사합니다  for the message. 
나도 사랑해요 =)

pain is a part of growing up

"Gagal sekali, bukan bermakna gagal selama-lamanya"
Ever heard of that?
It WAS my favourite quote (when I WAS back in school)
Ahh.. The innocence of childhood and teenhood.
I was too young, too idealistic back then, or perhaps, too optimistic(?)
Sebab? Jarang menghadapi kegagalan.
"Gagal sekali, bukan bermakna gagal selama-lamanya"
Kalau gagal berkali-kali? Macam mana?
Won't it be the sign that the thing I'm doing and working for right now is never meant to be my fate?
That perhaps I chose the wrong path?
That perhaps I should stop?
Perhaps I should turn my way back?


Baik, kenapa entri Cik Diyana sangat-sangat negatif pada kali ini?
Bad news, peeps.
I failed.
Gagal.
I know, it's not the end of the world yet.
Sangat tahu. Sangat faham.
Sebab ini bukan perkara biasa bila belajar di sini.
Semua orang rasa benda yang sama.
In fact.
I feel nothing right now.
Mental and emotional numbness.
Disebabkan dah terlalu banyak menghadapi mehnah & cabaran sedemikian rupa, dah tak tahu nak rasa apa.
As if my feelings have been drained out of myself.
Pasrahkah?
I was too calm when I accepted the failure. As if I lost hope.
No tears at all, just a lifeless sigh.
I was emotionally numbed, till I saw that tears.
My dear friend's tears when she learns about my failure.
I was emotionally numbed, till I heard her voice talking to me.
My dear sister's tone when she learns about my failure.
It made me realized that at this faraway land, I should be thankful that I have these precious people to be my crutches and pillars.
Jazakillah Sab, sebab menangis untuk kami.
Jazakillah Kak Alia, kerana kata-kata akak sentiasa menenangkan saya, dan mengingatkan betapa sebenarnya saya kuat kerana dipilih untuk diuji.
Jazakumullah semua, kerana sentiasa berada di sisi. 
Terkadang rasa kalian lebih dekat dari keluarga sendiri. 
Kalian sebahagian daripada saya, 
dan saya sebahagian daripada kalian.




These words are for my present and future self 
(should my future self encounter the same thing again)
Dearest self, these were the things you asked. 
Now listen to the answers.
Kalau gagal berkali-kali? Macam mana?
Won't it be the sign that the thing I'm doing and working for right now is never meant to be my fate?
Says who? Lot's of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
Would you like to be those people? 
Persevere just a bit.
That perhaps I chose the wrong path?
When Allah made you choose something, He is with you, and He will always be with you along the way, as long as you believe in Him. 
Him being always with you, what more could you ask for?
That perhaps I should stop?
Yes, you should stop once in a while. Take a breather. 
Perhaps I should turn my way back?
Yes, do turn around. But don't walk back. 
Just turn around. 
And reflect.


p/s 1 : Yikes. My future self might be embarrassed to read this entry again. This post might get deleted anytime. It is written when I was overwhelmed with emotion.
p/s 2 : Called mak today. Told her that perhaps I'm coming home before taking the next exam, and she asked, "bile akak nak balik? esok?" 
[Myself, "uh-oh,makbuatlawak" (dalam hati)], 
and I answered her, "Mak, orang balik ni bukan naik bas transnasional boleh beli tiket balik esok terus," 
Mak gelak =), Sab yang tengah mendengar pun gelak sama. 

of bunga telur and bally shoes

bismillahirrahmanirrahim

fuh fuh fuh (tiup sawang-sawang yang bersawang di laman sesawang ini)

assalamualaikum wbt

hi, hello, dobry den, and good day fellas!!!

(kini saya kembali setelah setahun berhibernasi daripada dunia penulisan.. eheh, rase macam self proclaimed celebrity pulak.. =p)

setahun berlalu, apa yang berubah?

banyak...... but let's save them for the next topic, shall we?

so mengapakah setelah setahun menyepi diri, cik diyana memulakan entry baru beliau dengan tajuk kontroversi sebegini?

who remembers the title above? (raise your hand, peeps, if you do)

anyways, for those who remembers, you guys are surely awesome nerds (and that, includes me, coz even after 10 years, i still remember the story)

for those who don't, do not feel sad just because you can't remember, but be glad because you just experiencing the symptoms of normal physiological process, called ageing.. XD

okies, back to the main topic..

well, as now i'm about 21 years 11 months 14 days, i'm about to enter the new era.. era of BIG TWO TWO..

sekarang ni banyak members yang dah kahwin, baru kahwin, plan nak kahwin etc...

no,no peeps.. i don't have any problem at all with all this people with marriage issues..

lagi suka adalah, sebab membina masjid, meramaikan umat nabi...

the only thing that i hate is that the fact that i cannot join the kenduri/celebration.. (melepas makan nasi minyak orang kahwin.. it's been more than 3 years... *cries*)

so what leads me to talk about this marriage thingy?

well, i had this conversation with my friend about marriage: whom to marry, when to marry, preparations yada yada..

this friend of mine ni ade somebody someone yang basically study the same course ngan die, n study kat tempat yang sama ngan die (and don't ask who! korang bukan kenal pun... btw let's call her miss A)

A told me about her and and noticed that i seemed a little bit displeased(?)..

but seriously i'm not being jealous or anything (okay, a little, i admit.. (-_-)"),

but hey, sape x cemburu bile tgk kawan2 dah start proceed to the next stage of life? mesti ade, walaupun sedikit..

but of course, tak lama.. why? because i have friends with me, whom will always be there with me, come hell or high water.. (insert MJ's "i'll be there" here)... okay girls, group hug please, group hug... \(^^)/

long story short, A asked me if anything gonna change between her and people around her if she changes her status from single to marrried. basically she talks about how her friends la..

initially i answered her question, playfully, but as i talk, the discussion gets real..

i told her that if my close friend gets married, something will change for sure..

for an instance (and indeed, i only gave her one example), her world will not only revolves around her family and girlfriends, but her other half too (the Mister Husband).. her centre of attention will be changed...

and i found myself giving a very weird analogy, but it served the purpose well..

"kalo dulu kitorang yang kawan-kawan ko ni jadi matahari kat tengah cakerawala ni.. lepas ko kahwin, kitorang ni jadi planet-planet je.."

and she ROFLed.. (okay, i was exagerrating)..

well peeps, basically this entry has nothing intellectual.. just want to ramble (publicly) after one year abandoning my lovely sanctuary..

to A, be grateful because you are the reason for my re-blogging activity..

insyaAllah, next entry will be more interesting, and informative, and lots of story.. =)

p/s : btw A, kalo kitorang jadi planet-planet pun x apa lagi, janganlah jadikan kitorang ni asteroid atau komet ye.. XD

r.A.n.D.o.M.n.E.e.S.s

Love these random pics..

Especially the first one.. \(^^)/

Credits to david & goliath (claps)

And of course, todd goldman..

B.i.T.t.E.r.S.w.E.e.t

Assalamualaikum wbt..

It's been a while since i last updated my blog..

Just now, I log into my Friendster (yg dh lama bersawang), and i noticed one unread message sent to me since, say, more than 6 months ago?

Well, who was it from?

It's my primary school friend. A friend of 4 years. (Darjah 2, 3, 5, 6.. well at that time we still have PTS)

Honestly my primary school isn't an interesting topic to talk about.

Have u ever watch @ read about a nerdy - country bumpkin - who - constantly - being - bullied - by - others?

Well fellas, that's me.. (gosh, tears starting to well up)

When I was a six-grader, I got "promoted" to an elite class. (We used to have double standards for students with different level. I bet our education system still have it now). The so called "promotion" separated me from my dear friends. Being clueless in my new "elite class", I tried to make friends with my classmates. But everything went wrong. I don't know whether it was because my inability or lack of creativity to make friends, or perhaps they were just too elite to be my friend. (You see, my father was a mere taxi driver back then, and my classmates parents are all profs, teachers and docs..)

You may think that such bullying doesn't exist, but hey, it happened to me! For real!

So since I couldn't make friends with them (and since I can't hang out constantly with my old friends), I go to the last resort --> the teachers.

But hey, I'm not the type of person who'll complaint about other's wrongdoings and smearing other's reputation.

So what did I do with the teachers?

I befriended them. Why? Because I hope that when I'm in good terms with teachers, I could make friends with my classmates.

But the plan backfires.

It's just fair to say that being a favourite student doesn't make you a favourite friend either (oh wait, I'm just a mere classmate to them, aren't I?

But you see, I was being "used" the whole year by my class. How? Let's put it this way : My elite friends, ironically, are the troublemakers in the school. So whenever teachers get angry with them, I will be sent to apologize. Call me fool, people. I admit that I was a fool. I was just too desperate to be accepted as part of their "society".

I didn't remember how many times I cried in silence for all the things that happened to me. Why was school is so horrible? The only thing that makes me go to school everyday is because of the teachers and my mom (and also my dad, to prove myself to him. That's off topic). Do you wonder who stood up for me when I was bullied? It was my younger sister, a sister whom I have a constant fight with. Yep, I was such a weakling that I couldn't talk back whenever I'm being bullied. That was me, the old me.

My mom used to say that although I never tell her about my problems, she knows it, all this while. She says that my "experience" during primary school - particularly 6th grade - molds my personality.

Yep, I know.

I have a hard look, I have a serious expression, I constantly glaring although I don't mean to, I don't smile, and I'm unapproachable.

All these were initially my defense mechanism for the bullyings that yet to come in my high school life. And believe me, I think I survived because of that.

But unfortunately, these "defense mechanism" slowly turn to become my trait.

Particularly towards XY creatures (no offense, friends). I can't help myself being serious and stern to them whenever they are around. And sometimes towards my XX friends too. But I tried to change myself for better, to make me fit enough in the real world. I tried, and still am.

So, I'd like to :

1. apologize to those who might have been hurt by me (be it my words @ actions), for whatever reason. I'm trully sorry.

2. ask whether should I keep in contact with those people in my primary school life? Because if it comes to my un-common-sense, I'd like to forget everything, although they are trying hard to re-connect with me. (aish.. macam nak berpatah arang lah pulak)

3. If someone from my primary school happen to read this, and think that I was and am wrong, please let me know.

4. If someone not related to my primary school life but would like to spill their thoughts, please have your space. I need an advice for the resentment I harbour for years.

p/s : this is the most honest post I've made about myself, I think. There are lots of emotion. (aww cheesy la pulak), and I don't think that I'll be able to put such post again.

salam perantauan..

Assalamualaikum wbt..

Just wanna put a short note on this video i sent to harian metro..

(dah lama dh hantar, igt hmetro x nak kluarkan ke, ape ke)

currently we can see this video on harianmetro punye homepage..

nevertheless, i'll just try to post it here..

(1st time post video kat blog, ntah menjadi @ x)

walaupun agak lama laman sesawang ini dibiarkan bersawang, saya masih ingin mengucapkan :

salam ramadhan al mubarak

p/s: credit to my cute junior, sara hanapi for telling me bout this video.. ^^

p.A.k - M.a.L.a.U

Assalamualaikum wbt.

(Malay mode activated. My English was too rusty currently. Why? Beats me.)

Alhamdulillah, sekarang dh hmpir 1/2 bulan kita berpuasa.. ^^

Baru tadi buka puasa dengan nasi dagang (hence the title Pak Malau.. kalo korang tengok cite Sri Mersing, try ingat balik dialog Nordin Ahmad.. hehe)

Ade dekat setahun kot x makan nasi dagang. Dah lupa macam mane rase nasi dagang yang sepatutnye. Main combine & mix resepi-resepi dari mesra.net & myresepi.com.. hehe.. Alhamdulillah, "menjadi" jugak setelah bertapa satu malam buat kuah ikan tuh.. (hyperbola, i know) Plus, kire berbaloi gak buat nasi dagang nih lepas sesat di Krymska last week gara-gara nak cari ikan.. hehe..

(jeritan batinku)--> Mak!!! Orang berjaya buat nasi dagang akhirnya!! For the first time!! (toothy grin)

Komen dari sahabat serumah :

Yan --> OK (kirenye huge success la sebab beliau orang Ganu. kalo mung kate gitu doh, doh nok kate gane lagi?)

Azhani --> [non-verbal response] (beliau menambah portion nasi... hihihi.. berjaye!!)

Ain --> sedap, sedap (beliau merujuk kepada kuah ikan especially.. hehe)

Lyn --> Thanks Di... (dengan wajah "comel")

Komen dari satu-satunya tetamu:

Kak Firyal --> Alhamdulillah, lepas "hajat" nak makan nasi dagang. (mengidam kot sebenarnye.. hehe)

*hajat hati nak jemput adik-beradik kat Jana Masaryka... tp x dpt, sbb x cukup portion nasi.. (beras pulut udah kehabisan dong.. mau ke Krymska lagi aku udah enggak larat deh..)

InsyaAllah, kalo ade masa lagi, kite buat nasi dagang lagi ek.. hehe.. but honestly, buat nasi dagang ni agak cerewet la.. i wonder what gives me the determination to keep up along the process.. erm, perhaps the immense crave drives me, since i last ate nasi dagang for, say 1 year? (garu kepala)...

p/s : time habis makan tadi, duk layan fb, tgk satu video yang telah menjentik naluri ingin tahu ku..

ingatkan pure video seram.. alas, it was a prank video.. well, it has the same essence : create "something" yang kononnya mysterious, berhenti kat babak tertentu, ulang tayang babak tu beberapa kali sampai mata naik juling sebab nak fokus punye pasal, and at the time when u don't see that coming..

POUUFFFF!!

keluar gambar orang terbeliak biji mata n terjelir lidah with an "awful" audio of woman screaming..

and it had me screaming too, alone in my room, when ain was doing the dishes, yan was in the toilet whilst azhani n lyn were in their room.. what the fish.. -_-"

anyway, it leads to one discovery. never once in my 20 years of life, jerit macam tu sekali.. it's not like the feminine cry or masculine shout or whatnot.. it wasn't a shriek either... entah la.. dah lupa macam mana bunyi jerit tadi.. yang pasti none of my housemates could guess that the one who was screaming was me..

Azhani actually came barging in my room, with "ko ape hal?" look. she was in total disbelief (or so i thought) that she just heard me screaming with that kind of voice..

ugh, terjejas imej macho-ku... what a jest, what a joke, what a lousy joke.. can't believe i fall for that one..

-_-"

~Someone once said that the only two things that motivate an enlightened person are LOVE and CURIOSITY~

But beware with curiosity, coz curiosity killed the cat..

H.a.N.d.i.C.a.P.p.E.d.?

Assalamualaikum wbt...

Recently, I stumbled upon these sayings, kinda hit me right in the face..

"Everyone is handicapped in some way"

True...

Nobody's perfect.. That's why everyone must be together, come hell or high water; because we are imperfect, but we could perfect each other (dunno if I got the grammar right, but I hope you got the message).

Well, let us put it this way.. A piece of jigsaw puzzle is nothing more than a mere, meaningless paper. But, if we put all the pieces together, it turns out to be a meaningful picture, aye?

"Everything has it's beauty, but not everyone sees it."

True...

Everything = segala-galanya, be it good or bad thing. Okies, cut out that good part. Berapa ramai orang yang masih boleh tersenyum bila ditimpa kesusahan? Berapa ramai orang yang boleh terima musibah tanpa bertanya "Kenapa mesti aku?". Berapa ramai orang yang cakap "Alhamdulillah" bila ditimpa nasib malang? And one last question; Adakah kita tergolong dalam orang-orang di atas?

"Everyone has skeleton(s) in their closet"

True...

It's just the matter of how big and how much "jerangkung" we have in our closet. Although you think that your secrets are safe with you, be thankful that HE doesn't blow your cover up. (Yes, we are players on the stage, so said Shakespeare). Be grateful that HE keeps your secret, because HE loves you and gives you chance to change yourself for better. So that if your "closet" is opened and the "jerangkung" is out on THAT DAY, you wouldn't be too ashamed to say that you have changed for better.

"I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I wish to be something for someone"

True...

We can't even satisfy our needs and wants, so how is it possible to satisfy other's? Yep, we cannot be everything, but we can be something; and that something means "some"-->plural.

So, expand your view, vision and mission! But let it be one at a time. After your current task is done, start with a new one. ^^

فَإِذَا فَرَغْتَ فَانصَبْ

Therefore, when thou art free (from thine immediate task), still labor hard, (94:7)

وَإِلَى رَبِّكَ فَارْغَبْ

And to thy Lord turn (all) thy attention. (94:8)

Sekian...

Below is a gag for my dearest sisters slash best buddies in Apartment 7 Karlovo Nam. and Jana Masaryka :

Insan yang cemerlang datangnya daripada akal yang sihat, hati yang bersih, dan jiwa yang tenang.

Renung-renungkan. Selamat beramal. ^^

his-sto-lor-jee

Assalamualaikum wbt..

Today was hard. I had a histology exam, with Prof Martinek as my examiner. It was hard. He was hard (or so I thought). I can answer the questions ON the paper, but when it comes to oral exam with him, he starts to explore the question in broader sense (and deeper too), and that make me go blank and feel like a fool.

Then I try to nail down my problem :

1. I wasn't prepared enough (I should go with the book rather than the otazky)

2. I had a problem in conversing with my examiner

3. I was super-scared.

Enough said. I am the only one to blame. -_-"

Nevertheless, everything happened with reasonS. And there must be lots and lots of good things awaiting me ahead. In a way, I am grateful.. Perhaps this is a reminder for me..

Bila engkau memandang segalanya dari Tuhanmu,yang mencipta segalanya, yang menimpakan uijan, yang menjadikan sakit hatimu, yang membuat keinginanmu terhalang, serta menyusahkan hidupmu, pasti akan damailah hatimu kerana masakan Allah sengaja mentakdirkan segalanya untuk sesuatu yang sia-sia, bukan Allah tidak tahu deritanya hidupmu, retaknya hatimu, tapi mungkin itulah yang Allah mahukan kerana Allah tahu hati yang sebeginilah lebih mudah lunak dan mudah dekat dan akrab denganNya...

"Ya Allah, jika rezekiku masih di langit, turunkanlah, dan jika di dalam bumi, keluarkanlah,
jika sukar, permudahkanlah, jika haram, sucikanlah dan jika jauh, dekatkanlah."

Alhamdulillah, after several talk with several people, I'm back to myself. Thanks fellas.. U know who U r.. ^^

P/S : Kakak saya akan menuju ke gerbang alam rumah tangga pada 17 Julai 2010.. Weee... Mabruk, mabruk Kak Alia!! ^^,

(feels like singing Maher Zain's right now)

Barakallahhulaka wabaraka 'alaika wa jama'a bainakuma fi khoir

“Semoga Allah memberi berkah kepadamu dan atasmu serta mengumpulkan kamu berdua (pengantin laki-laki dan perempuan) dalam kebaikan.”HR. Penyusun-penyusun kitab Sunan, kecuali An-Nasai dan lihat Shahih At- Tirmidzi 1/316.

7 visas, 1 tree, 1 hill

Assalamualaikum wbt..

Last Wed (9th June 2010), the tenants of Apartment *, Karlovo Namesti ** went to renew their visas. They went out at 5.00++ am (o_o), boarded the tram 54 (if i'm not mistaken, but the most important thing is it was a NIGHT tram) and arrived there at about 6.00 am.. [Well fellas, I know this is a report-like post, beats me]

They queued for about 2 hours (standing in lineS) JUST to wait the Foreign Police Office to open at 8.00 am, and queued for another 1 hour (approx) in that office JUST to get their numbers.

2 of them (Bon-Yang and Hoeny Bee) spent a good time went back to Praha 2, to obtain student confirmation letter from the Student Affairs Department (SAD), whilst the remaining fellas (5 osob) waited in silent, praying so hard that they can make it through. [They made a friend with a Cambodian guy who studies in Charles Uni too, archaeology, perhaps?]

They [the 5 fellas] had their brunch at the bench outside the office, with their umbrellas opened. Those Czech people stared with wonder at them as the Czechs never use umbrella for shielding them from sun. [Well, we are already tan enough, you people! No need for sunbathing..]

After having such delicacies made by one of them (the Pawang), 4 of them (Teletubbies, Mai-mon and Kak Long - including Pawang) went for a walk, just to kill the time. Ned-Mon couldn't join their company because she had a stomachache. They walked, walked, walked, walked.. After they walked, they walk again, and again, and again.. And suddenly :

Teletubbies : Hey, let's go to the small hill!

The rest : (Stared at Teletubbies, unblinked.)

Teletubbies : We are looking for a grocery shop, right? We can see lots of them from up there!

The rest : (Continue to walk)

Suddenly...

Kak Long : Look! A shop!

Teletubbies : Buy anything you wish. It's on me..

Kak Long & Pawang : (grin)

They bought 1 juice, 1 chips (original) and another chips with onion and garlic flavour.

This is the HIGHLIGHT. They went up the small hill, found a cozy place to lie down, and found themselves drowned in a not-so-deep-sleep-but-still-satisfying for about 3 hours.

The only tree on the so-called HILL.

Take a closer look.. They slept peacefully for about 3 hours under the shades.

Ignoring passers-by (not in the pic) that stared at them, wondering if they are bunches of homeless people..

REFLECTION:

[Sometimes being abroad make you don't care much about what people think about you, as long as it makes you happy. Cut out the piercing-stares, the pointless murmur or critics. BUT!!!! Always remember tha you represent the 3 M's : Muslim, Malay, Malaysian]

MUSLIM : Do not live as an illusion Muslim, but a true one. in and out. [MASUK ISLAM SECARA KESELURUHAN - 2:208)

MALAY : Do not forget your root; of who you were, and who you are. (You are a Malay, not Malayalam whatnot).

MALAYSIA : Malaysia Boleh! yeah right, but look out for the do's and dont's..

(report, continued:)

They succeeded in making the visa renewal at 4.00 pm (it took almost 11 hours to complete it, but we still thanked God for making it possible for us). And owh, the Cambodian guy was nowhere to be found.. 0_o

Yang benar,

KAKI RETORT & TRIPOD

Pardon for the grammar error.. Dah lame tak buat karangan, dah lama tak bercakap bahasa inggeris, duk bantai cakap melayu je (bahasa czech sikit2)

For Bon-Yang

Assalamualaikum wbt..

New look on my blog.. Refreshing, ey?

Thanks to a certain someone (Bon-Yang) of my house.. *wink*

That person "tacap" my blog, that it comes out like this..

Arigatou, komawo, dekuju moc, thanks!!!

Honestly, I'm pretty lousy at blogging.

I don't know how to edit the layout (wait, I do know some basic stuffs, does it count?), and I have bad taste in choosing the background, etc as well.

Not to mention the grammar errors etc.. (My English 1119 teacher will surely chase after me when she sees how I've become a grammar-butcher).

I have lots and lots to say and write when I'm not in front of my lappy, but when I am about to write a post, all words are gone.. Result --> piles of drafts that are waiting to be published.

Thank god this post made it's way through.

Blogwalking? No.

This is me --> The world's lousiest blogger

Okay, I was a bit exagerrating.. Cut it out now.

This post is made for that someone (Bon-Yang), who claims that she did this to release her tension (a unique way of doing it, but beneficial to others... XD)

Little deeds of kindness,

Little words of love,

Brings the Earth to happiness,

Like the Heaven above.

Thanks Bon-Yang.. Kak Long sayang Bon-Yang... XD

R.a.M.b.L.e

Assalamualaikum wbt..

Just wanna shoot a random question in this boring night.

Which one fits you?

a) Absence makes the heart grows fonder

b) Out of sight, out of mind

As for me, I'm more to B-type. Why? Dunno.

There's more than what meets the eye.

Less is more.

Ooo.. Lala..

Assalamualaikum wbt..

Wee... The awaited parcel from Msia finally knocks the door!!! =)

Yep, I ordered these books online and asked the company to post it all the way from Msia to Prague.. Costly gak r..

Berapa?

I'm not gonna tell..

Silly!

Yeah right, but this is my self indulgence...

Tak boleh tunggu sampai balik Msia dulu ke?

Yezza!!! (tanpa ragu2)

Read, and then you'll know... =)

Anyways, I haven't read them yet.. I've got to "khatamkan" Histology (chapter Special Sensory Organ) first.. Or else, Prof B will haunt me in my dreams... -_-"

What a tough week, I supposed.. T_T

Verily, with every difficulty there is relief, with every difficulty there is relief (94:5-6)

P/S : Honestly memang akan rasa lega gile bile baca these verses time2 tgh down..