Inspiration, yeah!

Assalamualaikum dear owls, it's 1.40 am :/

~Today- 21 August 2013, I'm lying on my stomach, having neck cramps as I'm typing this entry in hopes that this someone will read it as I give him this link.

I have no other weird intention that all of you might be thinking of right now, 
I just want to express my thanks to you, you special person.

*To all the other 'you' out there, you might be wondering, 

"Who the HECK is this guy?"... 

~Don't worry cuz later in the second paragraph... you WILL know, except for those who has been with me on that day I met him or on the days after it as I kept on saying that I want to tell him so badly how thankful I am to him, you already know him ;P 
bear with me now for just a FEW paragraphs more... 
okay? hehe :)

so.....this is it.....ready?
enjoy reading, ea?

my lust is for coffee :)
oh sorry, what were we talking about?

ooo 

I have many friends and relatives. 

Many of them can be taken as a role model who gives me inspiration. 

But among them, there is not but one soul who stands above all. 

Unlike my others, it only took a day for me to look upon him as an inspiration. 

His name is Afif Ridhwan. 

He was a genuine gem student in SAS during his years. 

His achievements were what made him so. 

Surprisingly, that was not what inspired me yet his words of wisdom and creative thinking about Islam did. 

I asked him a simple question. 

“How come you’re never stressed out about studying?,”

I expected him to act high and mighty due to his achievements yet he said, 

“How can I when Allah gave me this knowledge for free without ever paying him anything in return aside from solat?”

    

How can he ever not be my inspiration?

ooo

~I submitted this entry as a short essay in one of Dena Bahrin's many writing contests during the fasting month.The reason why I wanted to join this contest is because I hope this essay will inspire everyone as they read it. 

I never had the intention to join this contest to win but to hope that somewhere out there, Afif might read this. This is the only way I could ever tell him thank you, for being an inspiration to me, even if we only had 1 single day to meet. 

You never know what 1 sentence can do to a person, right?

xxx

I would have written a longer post...but, yeah... 
it's a school night -or rather, a college night- where I'm TOTALLY tired, so I'm just writing a short one just to deliver the general message to you :)
yeah, you... so be thankful.

It might not be as dramatic or as meaningful as your posts, Afif, but this is sincerely from the bottom of my bottomless, fragile little heart.
*bottom. heh. hahaha :D -minions (me, myself and I)*

So right now, if you're reading this, I thank you, Afif... for being my inspiration... even till now...

Hope you have a great day :3 

p/s: Afif, you remember me? I bet you don't, ahaha!
The girl who came unknowingly :D

TM Tower girls :D

It’s almost 20 weeks now, since I’ve been in a society with loving people…. 

And by that, I mean school and hostel.

I loved being in school and living in a hostel for 5 years, if you don’t include the exam periods and having to face my plunging grades. 

There’s always so much fun everywhere I go. 

I know it’s because I have my friends around…

I’ve been living with all of them under the same roof for 5 whole years. During those precious, unforgettable years, never have I realized how important it was for me.

It still is.

Sitting here at home, doing nothing but house chores, drowning myself in the sea of dramas and movies, I knew that something was missing.

Something that could make these 20 weeks less boring, was missing.

You know when you feel bored and tired of school, wanting to go home, watch movies, goof around and just stuff yourself with junk food? 

And now when you’re doing those exact things, suddenly it just turned out to be…boring.

Writing this, right now, I know that feeling. And I realized it turned out that way because when you were actually picturing the fun time at home, you pictured it with your friends in it.

That was it. That’s what was missing. Friends…!

At first I didn’t realize it. But after thinking about it for so long, I admit, that there was that one time when I actually did picture it that way.

But it wasn’t at home. It was at the hostel.

Yes, that 4-stories TM Tower in Taman Melati.  

I actually imagined, that we were all there, on a long holiday where we could just go hang out without the warden’s permission, come back late and just goof off. And in the morning, we could spend hours and hours just lying on the bed, playing those stupid games we invented, telling past time stories while eating snacks we gathered by the bedside and laugh about every little thing that sometimes, wasn’t even funny…

Can you picture that? Picture it like you see it in movies, all dreamy and awesome at the same time.

If I could, I would capture and then develop those moments into real pictures and 

hang them on my bedroom wall, with the most mesmerising frame I could find, so it would catch everyone’s eye as soon as they walk in.

If I could, I really would do it.

You don’t know how much it matters to me. Sometimes, I even think that my friends can give me much more life lessons that those school textbooks. 

Remember I said ‘sometimes’. Well how could I not?

My friends taught me so many things that I can never forget, not ever. 

Living with them for so long, I opened my heart and mind to a point I never thought it would ever reach…! They changed me.

I may not be ‘that’ much better than before on the outside, but if you could see me inside, this mask of flesh and blood taken away, you could say that my soul has turned itself into a canvas of a beautiful painting with so many bright and fun colours to see.

And looking at that canvas, that very moment, I swear I can say that those strokes of colours were infinite.

That, was how much they have changed me.

Right now, I don’t know how to end this post… because all of those joyful feelings 

I had when I was writing before, suddenly transformed itself into a really dull feeling of regret…

Regret that I didn’t do my best, my very, very best to appreciate my friends.. Regret that I didn’t spend those special golden moments with all my heart… Regret that I wished for school to be over so so so very soon…

But like they say, it’s no use crying over spilt milk.

I was too slow and too stupid back then.

That’s why during these 20 weeks, whenever you ex-TM Tower girls asks me to hang out or go shopping with you guys, I would always try my best to come and be as lively as I can so that I wouldn’t miss out a thing.

I’m sorry all I could ever do to tell you girls how much I love you and appreciate you is by writing down another boring post on my boring blog.

It’s the only thing I’m good at, remember? Writing. 

And…this is the only space where I can write as freely as I want. 

AND(!!!)…this is the only thing that I can offer you without ever moving an inch from where my butt is glued to all day.

So that’s it for now.

If I would have to write more, I don’t think I can stop anymore. 

You see, my friends are somewhat unpredictable and wittily crazy, so I can never just stop writing about them with a single post.

But this single post is just to generally express my appreciation towards them. Also to tell them how much I miss them all.

Okay, so maybe they’ve known that I miss them, but this is just to lay them out so you, reader, -which will be most of my friends- can understand why am I writing a seriously long and boring post.

Yes, it is just to say that I miss them. I miss you. Yeah, you. 

You girls, the ex-TM Tower residents. 

If only we could all meet up again, and I hope that time, EVERYONE would be there. Not a single soul left behind.

I do hope you enjoyed reading this post, as well as enjoy watching your faces featured on my blog –if you are in the pictures-.

I’ll see you all soon, okay?

Boredom Strikes!

I have no idea what this post is about.

It's simply to get rid of the boredom that's been trapping me.

you know, sometimes when I get bored, there are things that I do 

makes me think of it as "not boring stuff to do".

For example, drawing.

sweet seekers

i Love coffee

i Love u !

home sweet home

I enjoy drawing as much as anything else that I like to do.

it releases my stress and opens my many doors of imagination :)

sometimes I take advantage of this hobby of mine to create

handmade gifts for my friends' birthday or for some special occasion 

like Mother's Day and stuff.

It's fun, when you really enjoy what you're doing.

Other than that, I also enjoy doing things like cooking.

sometimes it's things like chilli-grilled beef or roasted chicken

to eat under the porch on a rainy day...

sometimes it's more to the traditional dishes in Malaysia...

like lontong (on of my favourite trad food) and beef stew (sup tulang?)

:D

at some point I tried western food...

such as lasagne, spaghetti and sometimes the all time favourite 

mexican chilli with pasta and lots more :)

also, not forgotten, I also do baking...

but it's not much though, as I've only started this part !

it's not really easy as to all the recipes that I'm following uses 

different type on ovens so the heating setter is a bit messed up..

so sometimes, my cookies might turn out a bit soft or might come out a bit hard...

but like they say, 

"Practice makes perfect !"

oh these few days, I'm trying to bake cupcakes 

starting with the classic red velvet cupcake !!! :)

nyummm

oh ! last but not least...

I am also trying frozen desserts and delight !

currently I'm trying to make home-made ice cream based on 

my friend's recipe that she tried :D

hope it'll come out great like the usual ice creams we always buy !

wish me luck !!!

x LOVES x

My 3 Jerks

For now, I have nothing to write about.

But I do have something to tell. Bhahaha which requires me to write it down here. 
Or in this case, to type it down.

Do you know the word "siblings" ?
oh screw that, do you UNDERSTAND it ? 
I don't. Well, at least, not before this. 

If people talk about their siblings, I would always remember the ludicrous things 
my brothers have said and done to me.

The annoying birthday presents they got me, the bad timing they took to piss me off, the words they sputtered when they got so angry at me, the glares and the punches that i took and even gave some too when we thought we were fooling around which turned into fights.

Yes, those ludicrous moments.
I have 3 brothers, so the fun never really stops.
Did I say fun ? I meant torture.

I hated it. I hated their very guts when I was still sailing that boat.
But now I realize, how much I miss it. And I bet I'm gonna miss it even more pathetically when I get older and older by the day. Huuuhhhh....

It really lightens up my memories.

It's like I've painted a lot of things on my canvas of life and they throw in more strokes with too many of other hideous colour, which in the end, makes the painting even more beautiful.

How cheesy. 

That didn't even count the other stupid yet wonderful memories those jerks gave me.
Maybe some of the times were painful to bear but there really were times when I enjoyed our fights and quarrels. But the fun times were the best times.

The times when we played UNO in the car and everybody flipped when the cards fell as the game was getting good. The times when we all ran in the rain and got scolded by mum, when we helped dad wash the car just so we can go to a great place during school holidays, when we tricked that bellboy in Melaka saying our room was on level 10 rather than telling him it was just on level 1. 

Ahhhhh.... good 'ol times, huh ?

What I'm saying right this very moment is the very thing that my friends' older sisters and brothers are thinking about as they slip into their wedding dress and leave the house to surrender their being to the people they devoted their lives to.

I guess it's what all of us would think of when we get older and busier with our lives as we leave home and our memories behind to build a home of our own...

Why ?

Why won't you realize it now ? Now, when the sun is still bright and the birds are still sleeping ?
Capture the moments and keep the memories in your heart, not your mind.
Don't wait for tomorrow when all you have is today ?

Hey I'm just saying, okay ? Who knows when we'll die ?

So seize the moment, spend a lot of time with your beloved ones, especially your family.
Your mum and dad, your siblings and even your maid, if you have one.
Because one day, when you think back on these memories, you would never say you regret not having time to spend with them.

"Don't cry over spilt milk", they say. Because it's no use.

Don't wait until something bad happens to them, or you.
Don't wait till one of them say they have some serious, incurable sickness.
Don't wait till you've done something so wrong to them and needs to apologize.
Don't even wait till the next celebration that requires the whole family to come home.

Need I say more ?

You don't need to do big things with them, just small little things that will matter to them.
10 minutes of UNO or badminton or even ps3 when you're free.
Share a bucket of ice cream with them while watching tv when they're feeling down.
If you have siblings that are married, then try calling them once in a while asking anything.

It's always so simple but we humans, tend to make it hard.
With the egos and the shyness and the "no time"s and the "i don't care"s...

Put it all aside, before you really do have no time for them.