tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218458646263454172024-02-29T15:25:24.045+08:00Nabihah ZaidThe girl who loves to ramblebhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-29203512155227091042019-11-30T15:00:00.003+08:002019-11-30T15:00:54.145+08:00My First Freelancer Review! So, last week I entered a Voice Artist contest on Freelancer. I submitted my first 2 takes and was planning on submitting a new, and improved take this week before the contest's closed, but I received an email stating that the winner has already been selected. I'd be lying if I say that didn't put me down - but I decided to move since that's the best thing to do. 5 minutes later, I received an offer for my entry - turns out I was a runner up for the contest! 😆<br />
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I am <b>unsurprisingly happy</b> eventhough I first signed up on Freelancer in 2017, I never did do a job on it, and never bothered to try. But I don't know why I've been ecstatic about giving it a go for the last week and this is pretty much my first achievement on Freelancer! 😆<br />
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I've been asked to narrate a company app's video before this and it was then the video maker told me I'd do great as a narrator or a voice artist. I was happy he said that but didn't think much of it since I was busy with <a href="https://qualcase.com.my/" target="_blank">Qual Case</a> at the time. And now, he're my 2nd go at narrating/voice acting!<br />
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Plus, this is the first review I've received on Freelancer. Truthfully, I've never bothered to bid for projects on Freelancer because I had no review, hence I was sure my success rate was zero to none in bidding projects. But now that I have one (even if just one), I'm getting more confident to bid on more projects!<br />
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Psstt: If you or anyone you know needs a voice artist or narrator, hit me up! Pricing is negotiable 😁</div>
<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-84538560437441238042019-10-08T07:41:00.000+08:002019-10-08T07:41:08.987+08:00Recipe: Lempeng Campak CawanOkay. So, this is a recipe I came up with at 6.30 in the morning when my mum asked me to "masak pancake untuk Naufal kaklang". Since he's having his 2nd last day of PT3 today, I figured why not?<br />
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I say I came up with the recipe but I didn't actually. It's a modified recipe from my mum's old one as I've forgotten that one. Dulu resipi main campak2, sekarang modified jadi campak from cawan 😁<br />
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2 Cawan Tepung Gandum<br />
1 Cawan Gula<br />
1/6 Block of 250g Butter (Melted)<br />
1 Telur<br />
1/5 Teaspoon of Salt<br />
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1. Gaul sampai sebati<br />
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3. Tabur bagi flat and rata<br />
4. Flip2 sampai golden brown<br />
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Ummm. Sedappp 🤤<br />
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<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-15985201687796216522019-09-23T07:45:00.002+08:002019-09-23T07:45:36.708+08:00RedhaYesterday, I read a post about Redha. This guy lost his job and started doing Grab and other minor work (if I'm not mistaken) just to earn a living. And one day, after Subuh prayer, he sat down and said "Ya Allah, jika ini ketentuanMu, aku redha" and right after that, he received a request for a trip to the airport (high Grab earnings, yay!), and soon after his days were filled with 20-30 requests - he earned more with Grab now than he did with his previous job. That's beautiful, I thought. It really was. And I'm happy for him, of course, but I don't think I've ever thought about redha and how I see my life.<br />
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Haze? Doesn't affect me as much as I'm normally indoors. Getting told off? Well, that's normal coz I like doing things my way. I don't think I've ever felt complete acceptance of what's happening in my life - because I don't really think much of it.<br />
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But this morning has been a real test to me. I don't always cook for my mum's and my brother and sister's lunchbox but when I do, the dishes I cook normally taste great. (Confidence is a must!)<br />
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But this morning, I don't know what to say. It was all going fine until the last part of cooking Nasi Goreng. This salty sour sauce (which I didn't realise was not closed properly) spilled on my cooking. I was enraged! My Nasi Goreng! It's gonna taste badddd! I managed to keep my cool at that time. I told myself, this was a test of Redha. It really was. So I cooked a separate batch just to cover the flavour but it wasn't enough - and so I went ahead to get 3 eggs to add to the dish and guess what? One of them fell on the floor and cracked. I tried to keep my cool, I really tried. I said to myself "Redha, Bihah, Redha". But I lost it. I actually cried over that cracked egg. Seems so simple but I cried!<br />
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My youngest brother, who was the only one downstairs, sitting on the couch at the front actually asked "Kaklang, kenapa kaklang?" "Kaklang, kenapa kaklang?" I couldn't even respond coz it just seemed so silly. But I really believe it was a test of redha and I failed it - miserably. I was even sobbing while cleaning up the cracked egg on the floor and thinking to myself how I couldn't even pass that simple test.<br />
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I have a degree in Finance, and a business to run and yet this morning, I felt worthless, useless and any kind of 'less you can think of - Over a cracked egg. How redha do you think I was?<br />
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Maybe, Redha is not as simple as we think. It's not as simple as saying "wow, that's beautiful" when you read other people's post and hope that you'll get to experience that kind of feeling. Coz I was given the opportunity to have that feeling - but I failed - miserably.<br />
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Hopefully, I'll be able to get this feeling of redha soon - no matter how many eggs I crack or how many cookings go wrong. Hopefully. Pray for me.<br />
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In case you're wondering - the Nasi Goreng turned out fine (I think, from what my brother said) - pic below<br />
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Ps: I've just realised how long of a post I've written and I don't feel like reading and checking my writing right now. So yeah, if you see any mistakes grammatically or spellings - feel free to let me know. In any case, that's one thing I redha - my mistakes on my own post 😂<br />
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Pss: I watched One Piece : Stampede yesterday - it was amazing!<br />
<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-26864197431191376322018-10-09T15:55:00.002+08:002018-10-09T15:55:44.269+08:00No One Can Do Your Push-Ups for YouSo, I found a new book. Not very new actually - my dad bought it years ago. Just thought I'd have a read through, since my supervisor from Etiqa Takaful in my Intern days recommended the book as well. <i>How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be, </i>written by Jack Canfield. <div>
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I've not read the whole book yet, but that quote he shared was deep. So deep it hurts! As you all know, I'm working on losing weight, and working hard to realize my travelling dreams for next year and the years to come. The problem is, I've never actually stuck with my plans. </div>
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"That Milo is too tempting!" </div>
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"But chocolate's my favourite!"</div>
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"But that bag's so cute!"</div>
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And then it hit me. I've not taken any serious steps to burn those fat, or save my money! 😱 </div>
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That's it! On to the treadmill!<br />
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P/s: Any ideas on how I can lose 20kg in 3 months? and maybe making money whilst travelling? <br />
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bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-32567612853413967332018-09-27T16:04:00.003+08:002018-09-27T16:11:09.535+08:00Our "Secukup Rasa" "Agak-agak" "Campak-Campak"Last weekend, my mum cooked <i>Nasi Daging </i>following my dad's request for one. It was good - nothing short of perfection (<i>Mama, nak duit raya</i>).<br />
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What really was interesting was how us as Malaysians have this <i>secukup rasa</i> kind of measurement. So, there I was trynna be some help to my mum (just a bit) and she asked me to make this <i>air asam. </i>So I googled the recipe, and guess what I found?<br />
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Yes, these were the exact ingredient the site listed out. No unit of measurement whatsoever. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to attack this site. I just think this goes to show why Malaysian dishes can be very unique.<br />
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I for one, can never replicate my mum's dishes. Why? Coz we play <i>agak-agak, campak-campak </i>in our cooking. Hence why my cute little brother likes to complain about my cooking. "It's good, but it's not as good as mum's". That ungrateful brat.<br />
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Did you know that Gordon Ramsay himself was taught this while learning how to cook Rendang? Right here in Malaysia! Watch down below:<br />
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Oh, before I go. Here's one piece of advice, if you want someone else to cook for you - make sure he/she is in a good mood. Otherwise, you'll taste the horror in their cooking (in exceptions to mums' of course).<br />
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Cheers,<br />
Nabihah<br />
<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-7112495505700341592018-09-24T16:03:00.001+08:002018-09-24T20:09:47.855+08:00Life's Goal: To Marry or To TravelFor those of you who don't know me - I'm Nabihah and I'll be turning 26 years old this year. End of year. 30th December to be precise.<br />
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Anyhow, why am I telling you this? Well, first I'm making up for missing a post last Friday, another is because I wanna share with you what I think most people my age finds to be an issue.<br />
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The Moment I Fell in Love with Travelling</td></tr>
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I bet you've wondered at least once in your life - I'm pushing 30 but what have I been doing all my life? I know coz I've shared this kind of thought with my sister and friends. It seems like a question we like to avoid. Being a person who takes everything which covers anything seriously, I asked myself this question and thought long and hard about it.<br />
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Let's face it. Most of my friends are already married. Some even have 2 kids already. You might think that's not a big deal, but in Malaysia - it definitely is. I've had people asking me "Why are you still single?" "When will you get married?" "You have to get married!" Calm down, ladies. The world ain't gonna end just because I'm single. I've thought long and hard about this, and I'm not ready for marriage.<br />
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Like I said, I asked myself what I've been doing for the past 26 years, and to be fairly honest, I can't remember every single detail of the past years. What I do know is - what I want to do now, and what I wish to achieve!<br />
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When I see my friends getting married, I'm happy for them. I really am. But I know that I am not ready. Thinking of the responsibility is too much for me. Besides, I've just realized my passion to TRAVEL!<br />
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I was never interested in travelling. When my parents wanted to take me to attractions back in the UK, I wasn't that excited over it. I even went to Paris, Amsterdam and many other places in the Europe in my teens. - I just followed along. I questioned why people get excited over such petty things. In fact, I didn't even take that many pictures since I couldn't be bothered to. Which turned out to be one of my life's regrets (no surprises there).<br />
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At Hobbiton Movie Set, New Zealand</td></tr>
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But then I went to New Zealand - everything was just BEAUTIFUL! I don't even know how to describe it in words to be honest. It was like someone gave me the best formula to lose weight, while allowing me to eat to my heart's content! Yeah, I think you know what I mean.<br />
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Anyhow, because of that - I now have travel goals that I want to fulfill. Maybe you start realizing nature's beauty with age, or maybe when you really open your eyes and look around you start admiring the beauty of seeing the World with your own eyes. I guess I'm in that phase.<br />
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Now I'm thinking of travelling every quarter of the year. I have 4 planned out for 2019, and Switzerland and Japan on my priority list though Japan would have to wait until 2020 as I've already booked for Korea in Spring 2019.<br />
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I used to be a big spender, but I won't be now that I have my goals. Now, ain't that a good outcome? Any other ideas on where I should go?<br />
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Cheers,<br />
Nabihahbhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-36435780145562940202018-09-24T15:23:00.003+08:002018-09-24T15:23:41.013+08:00TOFD: Mind your languageLast Friday, I was scheduled to write a post. I couldn't. My head was so messed up coz I was too upset to even do anything. Why? Coz somebody decided it was okay to talk down to someone else only because they can.<br />
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I was hurt. I was upset. Badly.<br />
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If it was some stranger on the streets, I wouldn't mind. But this person was my one of my loved ones. I couldn't help it. I was so upset that I locked myself in my room. Even my hunger couldn't get me out of the place.<br />
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I think the experience kinda shed some light on me. Maybe, just maybe - I may have treated others like that without me realizing it. Maybe I've been a prick once and got away with it. And I think I did. I may have.<br />
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Do I regret it? I do. What can I do about it? I don't know. All I know is I need to better myself to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. Which is arguably hard, considering how short of a temper I have.<br />
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But, I'll try. Fighting!!<br />
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Cheers,<br />
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Ever worked within a team and have one member just sit back, relax while others do the work for them? It's annoying but you can't do anything about it coz you you've still got to get the work done. Well I say enough!<br />
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If you see that kid taking advantage of the situation, tell them straight that it's unacceptable. Either get work done or get out! Dramatic - I know. but I'm a drama queen so yeahhh.<br />
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I've had people taking advantage of me but that's fine. It was a lesson learnt. Which is why I'm sharing this thought on this post. Looking at the brightside, I learnt a lot more from covering other people's share of work than I imagined. So yeay for me!<br />
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So if you know that one person who likes to slack and expect other people do their work for them. Remember, "either get your shit done or get out!"<br />
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Cheerios,<br />
Nabihahbhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-88036516591582314912018-09-19T16:00:00.002+08:002018-09-24T20:10:17.418+08:00RANT: What Happened to Manners?So err. How long has it been since my last post?<br />
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Well, I'm back and I'm planning on staying, baby! Just last night I decided to sort my daily schedule out since I've recently realized some goals I wish to achieve. Here they are:<br />
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* Learn the Korean Language (since I'm planning on going to Korea next year)<br />
* Save *a certain amount of money* per month - for Haji, Travel, and extras.<br />
* Lose weight - God knows how long I've wanted to achieve this!<br />
* Blogging/ Vlogging - anything which will make me write and share my thoughts - anything!<br />
* Start a travelog - since I'm addicted to travelling nowadays - since my previous trip to New Zealand opened my eyes to a whole new definition of beauty.<br />
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Anyhow, those are my personal goals. I'll share my business goals some other time (hopefully, possibly?)<br />
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Now, after I set those goals, I wrote a schedule which I hope to follow - so that I know I am working towards all goals at one time, not leaving any of it behind. Mind you, I planned on learning Korean since July but kept on holding it off because of work and stuff. Not a very good start, considering how excited I was at first.<br />
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So, what exactly is the purpose of this post? Well, as a way to keep myself busy writing, writing a post a day is my target and on my schedule - 1 hour per day. But since I just got back, I didn't exactly have any idea on what to write about. Thus, allow me to rant to my heart's content.<br />
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I run a business. An online business - selling customizable phone cases in Malaysia. Business has been good and I like running a business - since I'm more free to do what I want to do. But, wanna know when it turns into a sour experience? When some people don't have any manners.<br />
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I get it, you might have had some bad days and you decide to bring other people's mood down with yours. But believe me when I say, your disrespect towards others reflects you as a person - NOT the person you're cursing!<br />
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I was planning on expanding this post to share an example of my experience but I only have 2 minutes left before my blogging schedule ends so, here, have a smile.<br />
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<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-12429733267880046062017-09-05T09:00:00.002+08:002017-09-05T09:00:54.366+08:00Tips Makan OatsAfter 3 odd years off blogging, harini nak tulis sikit tips2 makan oats. You know, the type yang ramai taknak makan sebab<br />
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1. Tak Sedap<br />
2. Tengok pun tak naik selera<br />
3. Memang tak sedap<br />
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If you're the type yang suka makan oat, dah boleh stop baca. Yang ni aku tulis untuk orang2 mcm aku ni yang punya susah nak makan oats - tapi TERPAKSA makan disebabkan diet punya pasal.<br />
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<br />Aaanyhow, aku baru implement tips2 ni tadi and berjaya habiskan oats untuk breakfast! Yeay! Doakan la dapat istiqomah dalam ujian menguruskan badan.<br />
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<b>1. START SMALL</b><br />
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First time aku fail makan oats masa aku try makan kuantiti sama macam nasi, yakni sepinggan. Memang give up awal2 lagi. Punya la tak sedap sampai satu suap terus aku give up. Memang serius tak boleh masuk tekak.<br />
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So, tadi aku buat oats 3 SUDU sahaja. Letak air panas pun bagi cukup2, taknak bagi lembik sangat. 3 sudu pun bila tambah air boleh jadi suku mangkuk jugaklah. Tadi pun susah jugak nak masuk tapi sebab awal2 aku dah set kan dalam kepala by hook or by crook nak habiskan jugak. Muncul lah tips2 di bawah ni untuk membantu aku habiskan 3 sudu oats ni. Punya la tak boleh masuk, rutin makan aku dari 1 minit jadi 10. 10 kot, tak rekod pulak masa tadi. Tapi, for sure memang LAMA GILA.<br />
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<b>2. TEPUK LUTUT</b><br />
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Aku tak tahu la kalau orang rasa tip ni pelik tapi tadi memang aku buat. Sepanjang mengunyah tu aku memang tepuk lutut aku, especially bila aku rasa nak buang balik yang dah masuk dalam mulut. Punya la lama sampai naik merah lutut aku. Tak tahu la macam mana, but it worked. Sakit punya pasal engkau lupa kurang enaknya makanan.<br />
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<b>3. DISTRACT YOURSELF</b><br />
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Okay, on top of menepuk lutut tu kau fikir la pasal benda lain - macam mana nak cari duit ke, nak kumpul untuk pergi haji ke. Ikut selera fikiran kau. Asalkan kau tak fikir pasal oats tu dalam mulut kau masuk dalam perut kau. Aku waktu phase ni memang merata2 mata aku gerak. Taknak give up tengah jalan punya pasal. <br />
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<b>4. NEVER GIVE UP</b><br />
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Hahaha. Ayat cliche, aku tahu. Tapi ni la ayat yang aku cakap dekat diri aku sepanjang aku mengunyah, menepuk and memikirkan benda lain. Tak habis2, "don't give up, bihah", "you can do it, bihah", "think of your goals, bihah". Ni pun jadi pembakar semangat jugak waktu makan oats aku tadi. <br />
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Panjang jugak aku menulis rupanya. Well, hope this post helps geng2 yang tak minat makan oats macam aku. Ciao! Nak sambung kerja. <br />
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PS: Kalau korang nak cari tempat untuk beli custom phone case, jemput la tengok <a href="https://qualcase.com.my/">website</a> aku k.bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-14388232397933811252013-12-21T22:30:00.002+08:002013-12-21T22:30:31.159+08:00TARGET: LOSE 20KG by Next SEMESTEROkay, so right now, my weight is 67kg - was actually, it's gone up to 68kg after I've just had my dinner. Am I worried? Of course I am! I remember my days in England when my mum told me I was getting fat - I was only 40+ then. If I was considered fat when I was 40kg. Now, what am I? *sobs* T.T<br />
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Since I considered myself rather slim back then in England, my aim right now is to lose 20kg.<br />
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Alright. So, the picture's me babysitting some cute kids, so it's no surprise that I'd join in the fun with them, right? Anyways, all I know right now is I want to LOSE WEIGHT!! And what will I do to get myself there? Of course, EXERCISE! hehe. People say exercise is important as well as a good healthy diet, but I think the latter's a bit hard to work on. But, I guess I'll find a way somehow. Maybe eat more fruits rather than takoyaki I suppose. Or, maybe not.<br />
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All I know is, I'm DETERMINED to lose weight! Not only because my parents keep on telling me to, BUT, I have some other reasons which only a few of my friends know. hehe. And plus, it's not so bad to lose weight and be healthy, right? And so, from now on, I will try my BEST to<br />
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bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-13896353205003087792013-12-20T01:24:00.000+08:002013-12-20T01:24:06.498+08:00Bloggy, I miss thee!Bloggy, I really do miss thee!<br />
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It's almost been like what? A year since my last post? Not almost actually, it's been more than a year judging from the date of the previous post. Oh well, I'm back now! :)<br />
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Well, just as an update, I've finished my A-Level and am currently doing a degree in finance at UiTM Shah Alam, Malaysia. Currently in my 4th Semester. Yeah. 2 rough years have passed. Am I lovin' it? Of course! The chilling out with friends bit anddd..that's about it. Do I love studying? NO! I love learning, but not studying!<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Studying VS Learning</span><br />
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So, what's the difference in these two words? Well, it may give the same meaning to some people, but to me, these two words gives a whole of a difference.Simply because one's studying and the other learning. See what I mean? Come on, people! It's not so hard. :)<br />
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From the <i>Advanced English Dictionary </i>I have installed in my phone, studying means <i>reading carefully with intent to remember, </i>while learning means <i> the cognitive process of acquiring skill or knowledge. </i>In my view, studying is like me forcing myself to remember things I don't necessarily need while learning is me trying to find answers to my questions and curiousity. In other words, me looking for knowledge willingly, and since I don't like being forced to do things - no matter how big or small, I never like studying. NOT EVER!<br />
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But hey, since my final exams are coming up in about a week's time, starts on 30th Dec to be specific - FYI, on MY BIRTHDAY! I guess there is nothing else I can do BUT study! I guess to sweeten it up, I can try to entertain myself with made up songs related to my subjects and formulas. Possibly?<br />
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Oh well, I'm pretty sure I'll survive if it's just a couple of books on my desk. Besides, I got this quote to motivate me. :) Shared by an Islamic Speaker from a talk I attended before:<br />
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Well, that's all for today. (Midnight-ish day. 1.23am to be specific)<br />
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Tata tiTi Tutu<br />
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ZZzzzzzZZzzzz<br />
<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-29730494693618193742012-04-02T14:11:00.000+08:002012-04-02T14:11:41.463+08:00Di dalam hati ada taman : KawanDi dalam hati ada taman,<br />
Di dalam taman ada kawan,<br />
Kawan saya bernama Iman,<br />
Seperti biasa, perlukan makanan.<br />
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Makanan apa yang Iman perlukan?<br />
Itulah dia taqwa dan amalan yg penuh keikhlasan.<br />
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Wahai hati, berilah Iman makanan,<br />
Jangan biarkan Iman kelaparan,<br />
Agar taman tidak akan kehilangan kemanisan Iman.<br />
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<br />bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-10382800416838289862011-10-21T13:31:00.000+08:002011-10-21T13:33:22.807+08:001 Malaysia tak boleh 1 Bahasa?Hello. <br />
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Just felt like sharing my experience of going to the Maxis Centre at KLCC today. I went there to pay my Maxis Broadband bill - one that I've not paid since August, primarily because I thought Maxis Broadband was no good since it gives me a lot more problem than it does give me access to the internet and I planned to pay for it when I want to cancel the broadband with them - Dude! I use Celcom Broadband now! <br />
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Anyways, getting back to the title. It's not a massive deal. It's just, when I went to the Maxis Centre in KLCC, this Maxis man greeted me. I appreciate him greeting me, but I find it quite strange how he changed his language whilst talking to me.<br />
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So, the conversation goes like this;<br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Maxis man:Welcome to Maxis. Do you need any help. (I looked pretty lost at this time)</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;">Tiny me: Oh. (Surprised) Hi, Where can I pay my bills?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Maxis man: Oh. Dekat kaunter no. 22</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;">Tiny me: Kaunter 22? Kena beratur ke?</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Maxis man: Tak tak tak. Pergi straight je. (Friendly-ish tone)</span><br />
<span style="color: #bf9000;">Tiny me: Oh ok. Terima kasih. :)</span><br />
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See what's so strange about the man? What? you can't? Come on, people! He started greeting me in English and then all of a sudden he changes the language after I answered him in ENGLISH? If you want to speak english so much, carry on speaking english til the end of the conversation! Grr. hehe. Only joking. ^^ It just made me wonder why. ^^<br />
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Oh well. I guess that's Malaysia for you. ^^<br />
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Note: I wrote this to share and because I think I've left my blog unposted for quite a while now. Sorry bloggy, I've been busy (eating and sleeping). T.T hehe.<br />
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Til next time, Salam and a good day to you! ^^bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-759137481222940522011-06-12T18:41:00.000+08:002011-06-12T18:41:16.354+08:00Islam's beautyJust thought I'd share a poem I've written for a <a href="http://iluvislam.com/english">contest. :)</a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Islam's beauty</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Covers a lot more than covering the body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It lies in modesty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And modesty it teaches to society<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cannot be sold for fame or glory.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Because it's not about the money,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It's not about being fancy<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Not many can see,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But have a think and have a peek,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You'll find its beauty once you seek<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lies in believing in God,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The One and Only,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There is no God but He<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Is not compulsion of religion,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don't ever bump into confusion.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To force someone to convert is completely forbidden<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: center 225.65pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lies not in suicide bombings,<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Or killing innocent human beings,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Those are fanatics with bias knowledge into being<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Can be understood from the Quran and Hadiths only,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Don't judge its beauty from the people around,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They're too worked up to have the beauty found<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Brings the world in harmony,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Only when it is applied,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">That's the key.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Islam's beauty,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm sure you'll agree,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Needs no fee,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just a heart that can see<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-74580848965919923552011-06-02T09:28:00.000+08:002011-06-02T09:28:20.776+08:00Businesswoman - that's me!Assalamualaikum and a good day to you! (good night to me supposedly - or maybe night since it's 2.23 am atm)<br />
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I know, I know. This should be the Malaysia VS England : 5 Reasons (Part 2) entry. But, as you can clearly see, it's not. The reason's pretty simple really. I was on my third reason and I got stuck. I guess I don't want to stay here that much then. LoL. No worries, I'll think of my reasons some other time, eventually, hopefully.<br />
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Since I've not updated this blog for a while, I thought it'd be a splendid idea (not good, but SPLENDID!) for me to share an entry which was my first on my different <a href="http://i-am-ambitious.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. Hope you enjoy it!<br />
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</div><div>Businesswoman, businesswoman.</div><div>I want to be a businesswoman.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It's difficult, I agree.</div><div>But no success comes for free.</div><div>The stress and anxiety?</div><div>That's merely the fee.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It won't be easy, as I'll see.</div><div>But that's the sweetness of it, you'll see.</div><div>Without the stress and anxiety,</div><div>How boring it'll be?</div><div><br />
</div><div>So yes - I want to be a businesswoman!</div><div>Hard or easy - it'll be just right for me!</div><div>So, don't worry.</div><div>I'll be fine, trust me!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Because hey,</div><div>I'm a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;">businesswoman - that's me!</span></div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-89802350972694101432011-05-27T09:50:00.000+08:002011-05-27T09:56:20.503+08:00Malaysia VS England : 5 reasons (Part 1)Assalamualaikum and a good day! (Good morning to me since it's precisely 2.24 am). The reason I'm staying up and writing this? Well, revision has been going well and I want to get my head off revision for the moment being. And since I've been thinking more and more about Malaysia recently, I thought it'd be a good idea to list out my five main reasons why I want to stay and why I want to go back to Malaysia.<br />
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</div><div><b>Five reasons why I want to go back to Malaysia</b><br />
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</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">1. I miss my bamboo tree!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div><div></div><div>Weird? I know, but hey - when I miss the tree, I miss it - BADLY. The reason behind it is very VERY SIMPLE. I was 12 when me and my family moved into our new house, and my parents decided to put a bamboo tree on our front lawn. Me? Knowing that my fav animal, Panda eats bamboos, I asked my dad if we could have a panda as our pet. And any insane man would surely say yes. But, being a highly educated person, you can guess my dad said no. So, there I was trying to reason with him.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Me: Why not? We have their food? They eat bamboos, don't they?</span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Dad: They'll still die because of the climate here</span>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Me: What about China? They live in China, don't they? It's pretty hot there as well. RIGHT??</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>My dad then laughed and made me feel like a right idiot!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I can still remember - when we fist bought it, it was just a couple of inches higher than me. Now? After 4 years, it's as high as my rooftop. AWESOME!!</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">2. I miss my house!</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>It's surprising how I can miss my bamboo tree more than I miss my house. I can still picture everything - the sofas, the gardens, the park, the 10 minute walk to a waterfall. It was just PERFECT for me. Plus, the house we lived in there was bigger than the house we currently live in here.</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">3. I miss the neighbourhood!</span></div><div><br />
</div><div>Having a very friendly father is contagious. Because my parents were so friendly in our new neighbourhood, I bonded easily with our neighbours - old or young, I can talk pretty easily with them until I was known as </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"></span>4. I miss my friends!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Friends - no. 4 out of 5. How horrible? Devastating! Just FRUSTRATING. To elaborate why they're my no.4 instead of 1 would be too emotional for me. So, no elaboration on this, sorry. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">5. I miss my school! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Being in an all-girls school is completely different to being in a mixed school. And I mean COMPLETELY different. All I can say is - I miss my old school!! But then, God knows how I'd turn up if I were to stay, with all the problems I had with some teachers. Thank God I moved!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Since I'm getting pretty sleepy now, I think I'll end this post with a good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite. I'll talk about why I want to stay longer here in England on a later post, insyaAllah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Assalamualaikum. (^^)</div></div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-44329000209744912392011-03-13T18:52:00.000+08:002011-03-14T05:50:51.129+08:00Screw you. I've got tonnes of stuff to do!Hello. :)<br />
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How long has it been since I've posted? err..6 MONTHS? oops. Just realised that now. xP No wonder a certain <a href="http://kokoro-no-haiku.blogspot.com/">someone</a> told me to update more. hehe<br />
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Guess what? I have a new blog now! It's called <a href="http://www.nmzcode.blogspot.com/">Nabihah's Code</a>. I know what you're thinking, and I have not left this blog for the new one. The new one is for work purposes. You never know, it might be useful for me to find a job later in life. I'll include all my achievements and positive articles/ poems there (hopefully - when I can find the time). What about this blog, you say? Well, this blog is PERSONAL! Not really, but you know - I don't like mixing a lot of stuff together. And, as I've been reminded by the same certain someone, I need to update that blog as much as well! Ok, I think I'd rather stop myself from rambling further on now.<br />
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BUT, being someone who loves talking, I think I'll carry on until you decide to stop reading. Or, when I decide to stop typing nonsense.<br />
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OK, the title of this post? Pretty harsh? Well, that's because I initially wanted to write about someone who's been getting on my nerve like 24/7. But now that I've used my time typing about some other stuff, and figured it would be too emotional - I'm over it. *Clap-Clap* :)<br />
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And now it's goodbye. (SEE? I don't write that long, do I?)<br />
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Oh no, not yet.<br />
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Before I go, I would like to say THANK YOU first to all who's read until this bit and are intending to read until the last FULL STOP. If you don't read until the last FULL STOP, you ain't getting any THANK YOUs from me, tqvm. ;P<br />
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OK, here goes<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">THANK YOU</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Wait, wait.<br />
I haven't put the full stop in YET.<br />
FULL STOP<br />
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NO. not yet.<br />
That wasn't a full stop.<br />
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THIS is a FULL STOP.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">FULL STOP</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;">PS: To all who's been patient in reading this whole silly post. I thank you. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;">I think it's pretty obvious I'm quite bored atm.</span></div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-13692092950910245852010-10-21T06:22:00.001+08:002010-10-21T06:22:46.549+08:00Please don't cry... <p>Please don't cry,</p> <p>I've cried my tears out dry,</p> <p>It's not your turn now,</p> <p>So please don't cry.</p> <p> </p> <p>Deactivation seemed the best thing to try,</p> <p>In order to reduce the plight.</p> <p>But, oh how sly!</p> <p>He said that to make me forget my plan!</p> <p> </p> <p>Looks like you'll have to be stuck with me,</p> <p>Through laughters or cries,</p> <p>And don't forget to pay for my flight,</p> <p>If not to Malaysia, Spain would be alright. ;)</p> <p> </p> <div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"> <p>Here, have a cute teddy with a cute lolly. :)</p></div> <p><br></p> <p style="border: medium none; text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"><a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71qx2zGOhXBIIt0rJ_b3QqGFG-Ap-Lw1doqiWz52hxjgs6R3ge-TDpgXi2nCkqycZU0xyniKB7Q-E_g29Tf3RxoFIdhHclX7ynYddDBhlSH7Ma9quTkFLb14Wu2KmbcIdxOzclpWoLSo/s1600/Teddy_kuh_web-small-796741.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71qx2zGOhXBIIt0rJ_b3QqGFG-Ap-Lw1doqiWz52hxjgs6R3ge-TDpgXi2nCkqycZU0xyniKB7Q-E_g29Tf3RxoFIdhHclX7ynYddDBhlSH7Ma9quTkFLb14Wu2KmbcIdxOzclpWoLSo/s1600/Teddy_kuh_web-small-796741.jpg" border="0"></a></p> <p style="border: medium none; text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"><font color="#ea9999">Credits to Umar Mujahid for this drawing of his. :)</font></p> bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-51337950085109213572010-10-18T19:50:00.000+08:002010-10-18T19:50:13.219+08:00Atok!Stressed, bored and everything nice. All these bittersweet feelings mixed all together leads to - an entry! :D Not about anything serious, just a simple entry about someone really really special! :) He's cute, he's nice, he's everything adorable made into one. I give you - atok! :)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh23/bhahmz_photos/Adzwar/DSC_0201-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh23/bhahmz_photos/Adzwar/DSC_0201-1-1.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #ea9999;">Atok on AidilAdha :)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><strong>How old is he?</strong><br />
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Curently, he's 3 years and 3 months old! :) Cute, ain't he? :D His name's Adzwar. :)<br />
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<strong>Why I call this little cute boy atok?</strong><br />
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Well, it's quite a long story. It was on boxing day when I started calling him atok. I went to some shopping outlet or something and met his family there. Because I had no money and left the shopping stuff to my parents, I looked after Adzwar with his not-so-old sister. Apparently, I was an 'auntie' to him. OMG! I'm not even married yet, and he calls me auntie? huhu..Everyone else calls me kaklang and he calls me auntie? I was hurt. :'( But, at the same time, it started a fun episode for us. <br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Me:</span> <span style="color: #e06666;">Auntie? I'm still young. I'm not an auntie. :(</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Atok: Auntie! :D</span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Me: Humphh..Well, if you call me auntie, I'll call you atok then! :D Atok! Atok!</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Atok: Auntie! Auntie! :D</span><br />
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Starting that day onwards, I just called him atok, and some other people as well. :D So, if I call you atok, be honoured! hee~ :D<br />
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<strong>He's like a cat nowadays~</strong><br />
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Before this, if he was shy, he'd run to his mum and just never let anyone take his picture. And me? I broke the record - as can be read <a href="http://nabihahzaid.blogspot.com/2010/03/adzwar-budak-terpaling-mahal-di-dalam.html">here</a>. But, lately, he's been really really shy. Seriously, he acts like a CAT! He's cute like a cat as well, as I'm sure <a href="http://www.kokoro-no-haiku.blogspot.com/">Shu'bah</a> would agree. :P<br />
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Once, I was on my way to school - I was pretty late and hardly anyone was around the area. I walked hurriedly until, I came pass a cat. It was a black and white cat. It just stared at me as I was walking and after I passed it - that cat actually FOLLOWED me! It was adorable yet creepy. =.= I had lots of questions running in my head - do I smell like fish? Is it gonna scratch me? Is it gonna follow me to class? Is it gonna kill me? Yet, the cat was somewhat scared of me. Whenever I stopped and looked back, it'd stop as well. When I went to it, it ran away. But, when I went back in my direction, it started following back. Seriously, I was late and a cat was following me around. After a while, when the cat was quite far from its owner's home and in the pathway to my school, it stopped a I continued to walk and it kept on miaowing all the way through. Maybe it wanted me to feed it or something. But then, everytime I tried making my way to it, it just ran away. So, how EXACTLY CAN I feed it? <br />
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Ok, enough of the cat story. Back to atok - before this, after I've broken the record of being the person he doesn't mind taking pictures of him, he'd be very happy to see me and claimed I was his girlfriend or best friend. Now on the other hand, he's always shy nowadays and it's just weird how a 'best friend' can be this shy. On KAFA last Saturday, while I was playing with a little girl, Imanina, whom I played 'Big Bad Wolf' with before, atok's sister told me to go to atok and so I went. She literally pushed me to go to him and he literally RAN from me, screaming to his mum. Shocked, I said "I'm being pushed to come here" to his mum after feeling sorry for her as her son screamed for her to pick him up. That was weird but what was even weirder was when I got there. His screams wasn't because he was scared, he was just being playful and shy! :) The cute little boy! :) So, I made my way back to Imanina when atok actually came after me! :D<br />
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<strong>Why am I relating cats to atok?</strong><br />
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Because, there's this bigger atok who is like 20+ years old who loves cats. The way he talks about cats, the way he takes care of them is something quite extraordinary to me. It all seems quite unusual to me - It's as if the word atok can affect one's behaviour towards cats. haha. There's this other person who hates cats without any specific reasons - maybe I need to start calling him atok - maybe then he'll start loving cats! haha. But then, <a href="http://www.fatinzuaini.blogspot.com/">kak meow belang</a> seems to love cats - and I don't call her atok! Maybe it's just this not-atok's problem for hating cats. :P<br />
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Ok, that was the story of how I started calling people atok. :) Well, sort of.. :)<br />
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<div align="left"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTVFj67eE1fQ7b96iLT-gq2L9mkcKBYB1KYw7sU239lvHIKTpe3UokI70GD7O9x5On-VzBYAM2FNUxpnlZPT3_U5tYF27XSqr-_vzpd3Xp4ebulKuiIufY2LmwAZP0GddwhtAfoS8bYE/s1600/DSC_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTVFj67eE1fQ7b96iLT-gq2L9mkcKBYB1KYw7sU239lvHIKTpe3UokI70GD7O9x5On-VzBYAM2FNUxpnlZPT3_U5tYF27XSqr-_vzpd3Xp4ebulKuiIufY2LmwAZP0GddwhtAfoS8bYE/s320/DSC_0830.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-12544375863884859292010-09-21T02:12:00.000+08:002010-09-21T02:12:55.272+08:00"It's ok. At least I've learnt something new." :')<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Wc50clhDu9H-cLg0K2Kc4QwpABCj0xDs19kfguL3RN_vzxLcRNOXgJgvDTfYh3NLqFt6bAihC1rgsusC3KMFeXrmvHTUyiDmHYjZSFF09dt_rCrQ66wMt0_Enc57wM6XEvCZXNK99Ts/s1600/plain-8-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Wc50clhDu9H-cLg0K2Kc4QwpABCj0xDs19kfguL3RN_vzxLcRNOXgJgvDTfYh3NLqFt6bAihC1rgsusC3KMFeXrmvHTUyiDmHYjZSFF09dt_rCrQ66wMt0_Enc57wM6XEvCZXNK99Ts/s320/plain-8-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This happened last Friday after my Further Pure 2 chapter 1 progress test. The experience taught me one important lesson - just because I've revised and went through the work Sir's given doesn't mean I've mastered the subject, nor does it mean I need no more practice. In fact, I think I've learnt quite the opposite - no matter how much you've learnt, there will always be some bits that may have been overlooked or unnnoticed. <br />
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In this case, an unexpected, never seen before type-question popped out in the test. So, most of us was really quite stuck. As I've mentioned, it was a progress test for complex numbers. Before the test, I truthfully thought I was ready. I came in class with full confidence that I'd be able to ace it. Unfortunately, one weird proof question popped out - I had no idea how to do it, how I were to even start it. A couple of students asked Sir but being a girl that thinks asking a teacher for help during a test is cheating, I decided to ignore what Sir's answer was. Plus, I couldn't hear him clearly and I didn't have my glasses on to see what he wrote on the board (I think). So, I decided to just leave my answer to that question blank. Dissapointed with myself? COMPLETELY!<br />
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Sir said after we finish our test, we can leave the class if we choose to. And I was technically the last person to finish it - all because of that ONE question I had no idea HOW to work out! But, since I didn't want to be a loner, I handed in my answers and said "Sir, now that I've handed in my test. Can you teach me how to do question B please?" and of course, as always, being the helpful teacher he is, he taught me through the question. It seemed so easy after he went through it. How sad I was. In fact, I was sad even before I asked him to help me.<br />
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I think my disappointment was a bit too obvious since Sir said "I shouldn't have put that kind of question in", maybe after guessing I was upset with my 'failure'. Fortunately, I reminded myself to be thankful. Alhamdulillah. So, I replied "It's ok. At least I learnt something new :')" and Sir said "Yes, you have". Saying that really did help the burden off my chest, but I still had tears just waiting to get out and so I went to the loo - let the frustration out straight to my face. And yes, I managed to smile after that! :) Alhamdulillah. :)<br />
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Today, I got back my result as a C. It was a short test, I lost 3 marks on that particular 'difficult' question, and did some careless mistakes which costed me 2 marks on the next question and I've somehow lost a mark on a 7 mark question (although I'm sure I should've gotten a full 7 on that one), which gave me an overall mark of 10/16 - 63%. To say the least, I'm not that happy but at the same time I'm not that sad. I mean hey, at least I've learnt something new! :) Plus the fact that Sir complimented me on my 'honesty' for not answering the question instead of just giving what he claims as 'garbage' in order to gamble for marks like how some students did, I'm quite happy to say the least.<br />
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So, two lessons learnt:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><strong>1. Knowledge can never be achieved in full perfection, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><strong>so learn as much to cover the most that we can possibly can.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><strong>2. When failure comes, focus on the positives and work for a better future. :)</strong></span></div><br />
Salam~ :)bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-41724197553780940022010-08-25T08:44:00.001+08:002010-08-25T08:56:58.440+08:00Sehari dengan hati.Pagi,<br />
Syukur pada Ilahi,<br />
Diri masih bernafas lagi,<br />
Peluang keemasan untuk memperbaiki diri,<br />
dan tingkatkan iman di dalam hati.<br />
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Zohor datang ziarah lagi,<br />
Tertanya diri,<br />
Sudah sembuhkah wahai hati?<br />
Atau masih lalai dengan cinta duniawi?<br />
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Asar, lagi peluang yang diberi Ilahi,<br />
Untuk sucikan hati, perbaikkan diri.<br />
Selamatkan diri dari azab yang tidak terperi,<br />
Sudah insafkah engkau wahai hati?<br />
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Dapat berjumpa maghrib pada hari ini,<br />
Hari esok tidak tentu lagi,<br />
Diri, sudah cukupkah jasadmu berbakti?<br />
Ikhlas demi Tuhan yang Maha Tinggi?<br />
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Alhamdulillah, Isya' hadir sekali lagi,<br />
Namun diri, sudahkah engkau periksa hati?<br />
Cinta Allah-kah yang menjadi prioriti?<br />
Atau janji manusia yang tidak pernah pasti?<br />
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Itulah dia, <br />
Episod 'sehari dengan hati'.<br />
Moga episod ini sentiasa diulangi,<br />
Agar dapat ku insafi,<br />
Akan kekerdilan diri di hadapan Ilahi.<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;">A glimpse of Land's</span><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"> End, Cornwall. :)</span></div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-17055177013644775072010-08-24T00:58:00.001+08:002010-08-25T08:40:57.837+08:00Engkau NAK lelaki soleh?<div class="mobile-photo"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Siapa yang dapat jawab, kita hadiahkan doa" kata abang fasilitator tu.<br />
</div>Lantas, tanganku pun terangkat tinggi-tinggi. Dari tadi ada hasrat ingin menjawab, malu je - itu masalahnya. <br />
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"Ha, itu nak doa la tu. Bagus3. Datang sini, jawab dekat depan" Sambung abang fasilitator. "Nama apa?" dia tanya.<br />
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"Nabihah" senang aku menjawab. <br />
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*Ha? Itu je soalannye? hehe. takde5. itu dia bertanya nama je, takde hadiah untuk nama. :)*<br />
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"Ok, soalannya, kenapa kita lebih malu dengan manusia daripada malu dengan Allah?" abang tu tanya.<br />
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"err.." fikiranku kosong. Jawapan yang entah pape mengisi otakku. "entah. sebab dorg malu dengan manusia kot" Jawabku ringkas. Terdetik di hati "aik. bukan tu soalan ke?" Muka dah makin merah, berdiri di hadapan 200 lebih pelajar, cikgu pun ada. Buat malu je. T.T Takpe3. nak buat macam mana? Bila orang tanya soalan, tak habis fikir jawapan, terus rajin mengangkat tangan. </div><br />
Abang fasilitator tu pun, macam faham budak seorang ni dah malu, tanya lah soalan lain - soalan yang seakan-akan solan yang pertama, cume subjek malu ditukar jadi berus gigi. "Kenapa manusia berus gigi bila berjumpa dengan kawan2 dan manusia lain, tetapi tidak memberus gigi apabila solat?" <br />
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"hurrmm..sebab diorang malu mulut berbau kut. dah jumpa face to face dengan manusia. Waktu solat, diorang tak nampak Allah. So, mungkin diorang lupa kot yang Allah nampak diorang" jawapku, mengharap persetujuan dari abang fasilitator tu. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
"ok la jawapan tu." jawap si abang F tu. "Ok. untuk hadiah adik, jom kita semua tadah tangan, bacakan doa untuk adik Nabihah ni" Semua murid tadah tangan, pandang aku. Segan yang dirasakan tak terkata tingginya. <br />
Aku pun tadah la tangan, mengharapkan doa yang akan abang F tu baca doa yang baik2 dan akan dimakbulkan.</div><br />
"Ya Allah ya Tuhan kami, kurniakanlah kepada adik Nabihah Md Zaid ini taufiq dan hidayahMu, tunjukilah dia jalan yang benar. Perbaikkanlah akhlak dan ibadahnya. Jadikanlah dia seorang anak yang patuh kepada kedua ibu bapanya, <b>Kurniakanlah kepadanya lelaki yang soleh sebagai suaminya dan jadikanlah dia seorang isteri yang solehah. </b>Kurniakanlah kepadanya zuriat yang baik dan matikanlah dia dalam keadaan khusnul khotimah. Berkatilah, rahmatilah dan redhailah dia. Ameen" baca abang F. Kami pun turut mengaminkan doa tersebut. Hatiku waktu tu, bukan main gembira lagi, dapat doa sebegitu baik dan diaminkan oleh lebih dari 200 orang. Alhamdulillah. Moga Allah makbulkan. :)<br />
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Habis sesi ceramah tu, aku menunggu dengan kawan2 di perhentian bas yang terletak di seberang sekolah, menanti kedatangan ibu bapaku. Sedang kami gelak ketawa, bergurau senda, salah seorang dari kawanku, S, berkata "Nabihah. Engkau tahu tak tadi ramai orang aminkan doa tadi. Lagi tinggi peluang dimakbulkan."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
Pelik dengan nada S berkata, aku pun menjwab "Yeah? So? Bagus la tuh? :D" </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
"Engkau nak ke kahwin dengan lelaki soleh?" tanya S.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
"Of course la, siapa yang tak mahu?" jawapku ringkas.</div><br />
"Seriously? Nanti dia kongkong engkau kang? Suruh pakai tudung la, ini la, itu la" S bekata lagi.<br />
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"Aku OK je. Kalau dia lelaki soleh, of course la dia seorang yang baik. Kalau aku buat salah, dia perbetulkan. Kalau aku tak pakai tudung, dia ingatkan aku untuk pakai. Kan bagus? Ada orang yang akan mengingatkan aku bila aku lupa. Boleh selamatkan aku dari api neraka, InsyaAllah." jawapanku, panjang lebar.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
"Hmm. Engkau iman tinggi, aku bukan macam engkau la. Rimas aku kalau ada orang kongkong aku" jawap S.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
"Ha? Macam mana engkau boleh ukur aku punya iman pulak ni? Kalau dia kongkong, itu untuk kebaikan engkau jugak. Tapi, kalau dia memang betul seorang lelaki yang soleh, mana boleh dia kongkong engkau, dakwah perlu berhikmah. Kan?" jawap aku, mengharapkan dia boleh nampak kebaikan dalam 'lelaki soleh'. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Hmm. maybe." jawap S ringkas. Mungkin malas nak berdebat, mungkin dia dah nampak point aku. Yang pasti, aku harap doa tadi dimakbulkan Allah S.W.T. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71qx2zGOhXBIIt0rJ_b3QqGFG-Ap-Lw1doqiWz52hxjgs6R3ge-TDpgXi2nCkqycZU0xyniKB7Q-E_g29Tf3RxoFIdhHclX7ynYddDBhlSH7Ma9quTkFLb14Wu2KmbcIdxOzclpWoLSo/s1600/Teddy_kuh_web-small-796741.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508650736029171522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71qx2zGOhXBIIt0rJ_b3QqGFG-Ap-Lw1doqiWz52hxjgs6R3ge-TDpgXi2nCkqycZU0xyniKB7Q-E_g29Tf3RxoFIdhHclX7ynYddDBhlSH7Ma9quTkFLb14Wu2KmbcIdxOzclpWoLSo/s320/Teddy_kuh_web-small-796741.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: #333333;">Episod ni berlaku waktu diri ini sedang di bangku sekolah menengah. Mungkin waktu tu, umur baru, 13, 14 atau 15. Yang pasti, waktu sedang belajar di SMK St.Mary dan sebelum aku datang ke sini (England). Jadi, memandangkan sudah teramatlah lama episod ni terbuku di dalam hati, tak semua details boleh aku ingat, tak semua details dalam cerita ini boleh dijamin benar, doa tu pun aku tak ingat sepenuhnya. Yang memang aku highlight dalam doa tu, tentang lelaki soleh sampai sekarang aku ingat adalah kerana soalan yang ditujukan S. </div><div style="color: #333333;"><br />
Sampai sekarang aku tertanya tanya, jikalau lelaki soleh bukan menjadi pilihan para gadis, lelaki jenis apa yang remaja2 sekarang cari? Yang akan 'bersuka ria' sebelum kahwin dan meninggalkan mereka pabila sudah berkahwin? Itupun, KALAULAH sampai ke alam perkahwinan hubungan mereka. Jikalau tidak, siapakah lelaki yang mereka ingin dijadikan suami? Tidak terkejutlah bila makin lama makin banyak kes zina. Tidak terkejutlah di zaman sekarang, kanak2 di bangku sekolah rendah pun dah mula menjinak-jinakkan diri dengan cinta monyet mereka, bercouple sini dan sana. Siap bertukar-tukar boyfriend lagi. Iman sudah hilang nilaikah? Nauzubillah. Astargfirullah hal azhim. Aku berlindung kepada Allah daripada trend zaman sekarang yang rosak lagi merosakkan.</div><div style="color: #333333;"><br />
Akhirnya, saya memohon maaf kepada mana-mana pihak yang tersinggung. Entri ini ditulis sebagai peringatan kepada diri untuk memperbaiki iman dan sabar dalam menempuhi dugaan.</div><div style="color: #333333;"><br />
Sekian, terima kasih.</div><br />
<span style="color: #333333;">Salam~ ^^</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">This note is for all - mama, ayah, abg2, kakak2, adik2, nenek2, atok2, cucu2, moyang2 n all!. :) Unfortunately, I wanted to tag loads more people but I can't. T.T So, whether you're tagged or not, please read :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">I'd like to say I'm sorry for all my wrongdoings, my words which may hv upset you, acting like a kid, calling names that you don't like (do let me know), talking behind your back, not keeping promises, not paying back my debts and all the other horrible things which I may have done or put you through. Apologies from my hand, my mouth, my brain, my heart, my everything! I am so so so so so so SORRY. really I am. will you forgive me? :(</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Other than that, I'd like to say thank you to ALL for helping me, advising me, reminding me of the difference between good and bad and a lot of other good deeds you've done. :D Thank you! May Allah bless! :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">May we have a blessed ramadhan and may we meet lailatul qadar, insyaAllah. :) I pray you peace and harmony. :D</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">salam~ ^^</span>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121845864626345417.post-13531058743519942002010-08-05T07:08:00.000+08:002010-08-05T07:08:28.912+08:00This iPhone is for .....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAHyJrbJTUUhEZTBPoQCL3I13UFm4y4loosf546kVwGQCS2SjyR9g1Y1CCqDL6dQrbDT9VBtTyZ54qr2p__OhApyKC85g2TkrorPxTnovmwMUeNMVBipiPTzhT3xLC9BhU5PXYq8iobE/s1600/iphone-1-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAHyJrbJTUUhEZTBPoQCL3I13UFm4y4loosf546kVwGQCS2SjyR9g1Y1CCqDL6dQrbDT9VBtTyZ54qr2p__OhApyKC85g2TkrorPxTnovmwMUeNMVBipiPTzhT3xLC9BhU5PXYq8iobE/s320/iphone-1-1.gif" width="239" /></a></div>Correct. This iPhone is for the one and only 'BIG cucu' that I have, ojeesan or better known as <a href="http://kokoro-no-haiku.blogspot.com/">Munsyi</a> OR better known as, again, <b>bakal jurutera</b>. From the last name, I presume he dreams of being an engineer. He does automotive engineering anyway - so, I'm pretty sure I'm right to say he wants to be an engineer. :D<br />
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</span></div>Since it's your birthday, <b>bakal jurutera</b>, let me just say - thank you for all your help, ojeesan! What's that got anything to do with your birthday? Well, that's an example of how long you've helped me - it's been like what? 23 years now?! LOL. nahh..I've not lived that long. It's been for about a couple of months now? I ain't fooling - thanks atok (the name you refused to be called)!<br />
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Before I forget, if you're getting married before June next year, please do prepare a sum of money for my flight to your wedding! haha xD <-- No, seriously - I'm dead serious.! :)<br />
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Just a short poem for you:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Selamat hari jadi wahai bakal jurutera,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Syukur, umurmu panjang dengan izin-Nya.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Jangan lupa jemput obachan di luar negara,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Pabila kamu berkahwin dengan si dia.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Demi kebahagiaanmu wahai bakal jurutera,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>Doaku, moga kamu berjaya di dunia dan akhirat hendaknya. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>And here I end this entry, Assalamualaikum~ ^^<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">*****END*****</div>bhacosemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16253869256282428816noreply@blogger.com7