tinker bell

lv dz movie..i watched it recently in astro..and the song by selena gomez..just love the scenery in this videoclip..hope there were really places likes that which could be mine..only mine..so i can relax, read, cry my hearts out..scream and whatnot..jz kidding..



jz so u noe..i'm not worrying anymore...hehe..i jz got a phonecall..thanks god..haha..ya ALLAH..plz jz keep the one i love safe...

i'm at home

shocked? its true...
..right now i have 2 swollen eyes..both are extremely itchy and watery..
everytime i woke up i cant opened my eyes
i have headache, backache, stomachache
to top it all
.........
i am worried lyke crazy, but i dunno why
xxxxxxxxxxx
..hope the one i love is alright..

my driving skills was totally bad

now its 16:07 and i'm still at home..i was supposed to get back to derga today, but my mom said she'll send me and kausar to jetty after she was done with tuisyen..well, the reason was, we dont have to catch the bus, so theres no need to rush..hahaha..so here i am..vandalizing my blog with my babbling...i'm going to leave my blog for a long tyme..why not add another post..right? oookay, lets go trough a series of event why i say my driving skills were bad...

III
the front tyre of my car slipped into the drain in front of cawangan HPA in Shahab Perdana, luckily the abang from HPA's stokis helped us..but he laughed at me...huhu..*blush*

II
at traffic lights, engine will stop, 3 times in a row and i get honked every time..its just because i forgot to change the gear..silly me..

II
i almost slide back when stopped in the middle of bukit..i forgot the skills..luckily ayh was with me at dat tyme..not to forget..i get honked again..

I
dz i saved for the last..i had an accident with a motorist..huhu..chinese..at that tyme i was alone..i dunno what to do..i was driving and i came by a cornerand i go left into the main road without actually stopping at the junction..i didnt see the motorist..at first i hear series of honking and then..BAM!!!..the motorist hit me at the back of my car..i was totally afraid that i admit i was guilty..at that tyme two malay guys stop..at first, the chinese guys was nagging by himself..marah2...i was scared..after looking at me, he cools down almost immediately..thank God..the two malay guy who stopped earlier help me solved the problem, and dat chinese guy said, he would not charge me of anything just the repair's cost of his motor..unfortunately i dnt bring my money at that tyme..but before we could discuss more that malay guy suggested that we take this matter to somewhere else cz there was a traffic officer near..the older looking guy said to me, "adk follow jek dye pergi bengkel motor, pakcik follow blakang"..so i went, driving slowly, following the chinese guy..at the workshop, the mechanic says to repair it will cost rm28, still i dnt have money..and oh, the malay guy who follows me was not the older one but the younger loking one..he asked me how much, and i tell him, i told him bout me leaving money at hostels..the next thing i noe, he handed me rm50 note..cn u believe it? i gave the money to that uncle and it was settled..then i turned to that guy who was sitting on his motor with badminton bag around his shoulder..this was the conversation between me and him (i'm not translating it cz i'm exhausted now..cant think straight)..
terima kasih ea, saya nak ganti nie macammana?
eyh..xpyah..btol xpyah..
knape plak cam2, namenye ape ea?
awak bdak insaniah?
eyh, x..tahfiz..tahfiz derga..
owh kalu cam2 xpelah, xpyah ganti balek..sya dari insaniah
owh, blaja kat insaniah?
x bekas..baru jek habis..skang ckgu kat srida..yang tadi 2 pown ckgu srida..bru balek dari men badminton
owh..betul ke nie xpe?
xpe2...
terima kasih la ea..
and then i asked him how to get out from there..what? i dunno the road okayh...he shows me the way until we came back to the main road..-end of story-

what i learned was ALLAH wanted to teach me a lesson but He also gve me way out..i should be really grateful.and one more thing..my apperance was what saved me today..the older-looking-malay-guy said before," sbab nmpak adk nie yg terlibat, tu yg pakcik berenti 2" subhanallah..its a good thing i wore appropriate attire..nmpak sopan..chiiiwah, orang xkberatan nk tlg...hehe..joking..whatever it is..i know ALLAH loves me...guess i have to stop..i'm sorry cz less dramatic effect in my post..i'm a bit tired and my sight is a lil bit hazy cz..my eyes were swollen and ache and red in colour..so much of being strong when taking care ustzh n k.wan..need my beauty rest..till later...

hajar stories *updated*

its been so long sice i added stroies bout hajar..ok, actually hajar is me and i am hajar..its my ustazah's nickname for me..she said that farah doesnt suit me..farah means kegirangan(happy), well phsically i looked happy..well, for those who knows me, u'll understand right? but she said, inside..a total havoc..she was hoping dat i would be as strong as siti hajar when she was left alone with his son prophet Ismail a.s by her very own husband..well i guess most of the muslims are familiar with this story..guess theres no need to explain more..basically she (ustzh fatimah) wanted me to be strong cz honestly my earlier days in derga, i am a mess..a total mess..making jokes, attempt of laughter and smiles yet silently crying..seriusly dat was my dark ages...hope it'll pass soon..no need to revisit it...dats when lyfe taught me the first lesson...why is it in heaven, there are no bad feelings such as envy and stuff eventough we might see some other people get higher level heaven than us..the only not-really-that-bad feeling in heaven was regret..i must tell you..the feeling of regret was the worst...invisible knife which ept on slicing your heart ecspecially when its your own fault..eventough you still try to find others to blame..deep in ur heart u noe..u're the one..the only one that should be blamed..no one else..dats what i feel..and was hoping in the future i'll not be doing another mistakes which would make me regret ever so deeply..escpcially, i dont want to regret it when i was brought upon ALLAH for judgement..so i have to realize and keep thinking with my brain akal and not lust nafsu...ok..too many info..now lets start with the stories

the first week of january, i'm getting a bit tired whats with so many new student registered in MTQD..well, i'm not ustazah but i'm quite busy since ustazah rely on me a lot..well among all of her student i'm the most talkative..so talking to parents, ensuring the new students could blend in and adhust theirselves to new surrounding..bla..bla..bla..yeah, i noe, my job was boring...but dats fine...well, what can i say from my observation of this new kids, nowadays kids were spoilt..totally spoilt brat..hmmmm...and nowadys parents really soft..what their parents want, they gve even ridicolous request...whatever..anyway they were exciting group of people..most interesting was 2 siblings from indonesia..its hilarious..and i'm totally embarassed..really i do..why? well.. actually those 2 girls came with two women..and i asked are both of them siblings..and one of the women says "yes, they were siblings", so i ask one of them..(i picked the thin one as she knows more bout the girls than the plump one).."so, u r the mother?" she nodded, "yes" and my stupid mouth couldnt stop at that and asked the plump one "and..u are..?"
she laughed, and says "mamanye jgak, saya mama no 4 yang itu mama no 2" (i used the exact word and not translating it to preserve the dramatic effect) and, i was lyked totally embarassed..who would have guess they were madu..they get along just fine..and one of the girl who will be studying in derga is the daughter of mama no 3..OMG..i noe...shocking right..all mama no 1, no 2 and no 3 are currently living in Indonesia cz their father has a tahfiz school there..and mama no 4, who happens to not have any child is living in Malaysia..she took cares of every son and daughters of his husband who were futhering their study here in Malaysia and another trivia..all mama 1, 2 and 3 lives in the same house..wow..this shows that polygamy couldnt be that bad..maybe it wasnt that bad..if u're the first one..i wonder if i would handle my husband married another woman with so much patient..i know, my mom wouldnt even tolerate but ustazah saiid she doesnt mind..experiencing and knowing thoughts of different women make me think, who would i be lyke..right now, i may say lyke i..maybe, just maybe..be lyke ustzh..but i'm not really in dat situaion..i'm not married, so i dont know..well, i'll save the answer till later..after i get married, i'll tell whether i'm willing to share my hubby or not...yeah..later...
back to the girls, when i asked them, how many siblings do they have..they took about 60 seconds thinking with counting gesture using their fingers and finally said, about 22....OMG..i was shocked!..hahaha..

next, owh..about election..well basically with new students, we are now 16 people in the house not including 2 ustazah...well another one, ustzh salwa is not teaching..she is a teacher in local primary school..a friend of the principal's wife...she was lyke warden i must say...anyway with so many people the disicpline..urgh..bad..really bad..so many problems and fights among them..escpeial the 15-years-0ld-girls...there were 7 of them and yet friends problem still arise..when A close with B, C jealous and so on..urgh...and when they have problem lyke dat..they refuses to eat..majokla kononnye..i told u so..spoilt brat..silly teenage problem..as silly as it may seem, ustazah and i have a really hard tyme trying to solve it...*sigh*..to lessen the discipline problem (being late for class, late for solat, late for showers, forgot to do the dishes or cooked rice etc..well thats our kind of discipline problem) ustazah decide to set up a student council sort of lyke LDPs from our MRSM era..and the election was mengejut (i dnt have matching vocab, its better then if i used shocking or spot as in spot-election) even i didnt know..and the form, it was handwritten by ustazah..yeah, old school..we dont use cmputer or printer or photostat machine here...hehe..anyway the reasult, i won as head girl with 15 vote (come on, the other missing 1 vote was my vote..du'uh..i cant vote for myself...haha..even if i intended to do at first) and now i became head girl..hahaha..well i'm not the eldest but maybe i'm the mouth piece..every little thing with ustz or any male was handled by me..others was too shy..hahamaybe its the fact dat i have car..its not my car, its mama's..i was borrowing it..hehe..talking bout car..my driving skills completely bad..i'll tell about it in other post..

dats it..it brings us to the most recent week..ustzh and kak wan have red eyes problem..so, i'm the nurse..acting strong lyke i wouldnt get the same sickness..then, my tok wan is dead..and now i'm at home holidaying..dats it..end of story..

before i stop, i would really love to share a quote from one ustaz. he was giving lecture in menara zakat and i found this quote really interesting..think about it...

"dunia bagai penjara buat orang mukmin, syurga buat orang kafir"

holiday 2..pic from mama's cam...hehe

ooooookay, the electric is back on!! i'm uploading moore pic..yeay!!! behold dis were the first batch of changing caterpillar-me-...behold....haha

be4 gOing

fatin trying the cute post..she forgot the first step..biGgiNg her eyes...

bot rampasan..our transport to pRegNaNT MAIdEN IsLAnD...no roof..and its hot *sigh*

oN the WaYyyyYeaYY..

mama wat comel..less in 15 minutes, mama will changed into mermaid!! haha..mama goes with a mission...so that mama cn get pregnant..to gve me a new adik!!! YEAY!! haha..

kosar melayan jiwang...chiiiwah...

gurlz yg cute..(from below) jiha, ftn and..the cutest among all..me!!!
(note dat cute means; ugly but adorable)

ayh..ala2 hero hindustan gitu..*pheewiittt*

....kwn kosar..(they were cute tho and aggresive i might tell you)

the first thing i thought looking into this pic was -ganjil dlm kebiasaan-
what nabi Muhammad promises comes true..islam kmbali dagang..

well..thats my stories..till later..huhu...

holiday..

Its already 3 weeks in january 2010..i still cant seem to grasp the fact that we’re in different year..different era than 2009..haha..maybe dats why I cant get the-holiday-last-year-idea-for-post out of my mind…ok basically it had been long passed but I still wanted to write about it..since I don’t have time to get it right since I was busy..really, whats with my engagement party, election, fitting session with my wedding dress designer, appointment with my dentist..bla..bla…(doesn’t I sound really busy? Just joking…4 the record, I’m not engaged and so not getting married..yet…haha) actually I’m busy being me..u noe, all the typical teenage stuff..anyway back to the main issue..last December was the BEST holiday I ever had (it’s a bit hyperbolic..i noe..but I’m trying to make it sounds interesting..too much exaggeration I must say) for the first time, my family went for a family trip..seriously a family trip, for us to have fun together(most of it together ut at some tyme ayh prefers fish than us..huh..*pout*) no other motivation lyke it used to be with our so-called family trips before, before this…but its not just us..we went there with a friend of ayh and his family of course..our first stop was pregnant maiden island or better known as, PULAU DAYANG BUNTING…actually I was curious bout the lake..bout it was separated from the sea with barely sand..i was hoping I could see the magic barrier but till later I dunno that I cant..lets get back to it later…we went there with a boat..no roof I must tell you and basically that boat was actually a rampasan boat..it carries about 30 kg drug –morphine I guess..but when we board the boat its so not there..are u crazy? Going to dyg bunting with that much drug? I might be insane sometimes but I’m not crazy…long story short we arrived at pulau dyg bunting..but its very hard to fnd a parking spot cz theres already many boats around the small jetty..the boats were used to bring tourist who registered and paid them to be brought there..well this boats have roofs, ours don’t..so along the way going to pulau dayang bunting we had become the centre of attention(I thought so) I dunno why they were looking as if they had never seen a sweet girls lyke us… me and ftn and jiha(talking bout underappreciated..huhu) at first I thought they were just jealous since our boat was bigger with fewer people so we can moved about freely (but I don’t dare, I’m afraid of falling into the sea..i cant swim u noe..huhu) but then, mama said they pity us cz our boat doesn’t have roof..huhu..

After docking and we were out of the boat, ayh and his friend wanted to go fishing, which means leaving us here…if we’re ready to go back, just gve them a call..if only we knew at that tyme…arghhh..hehe..and then we walk and walk and walk to the “pelantar” going up and down so many treacherous steps, I feel lyke my legs might broke because of too much walking..we came to the “pelantar”…at last..huhu..there were solar boat, paddle boat, slipping ur feet into the lake where all the keli-looked-alike fish playing on ur feet (only if u have something to offer them such as bread or biscuits) atfirst I dunno what to do..and then I searced for my mama..and I was shocked, she was nowhere to be seen..just in a blink of eyes she disappeared..just lyke dat..at one tyme you see her and then she was gone..with a high level of panic I ran to the spot I saw her just a few seconds before..and oh my, what did I found? A round plumpy mermaid in the lake..haha..so my mama jump into the lake lyke most of the people there did..a very panic and mysterious incident indeed..hahahahaha…I almost get a heart attack..to see the magic barrier we have to rent the paddle boat..2 people rm 15..we’re 4 people at that time..me, ftn, kosar and jiha..we don’t have any money at all..we aske mama..and what shocked us she gves us the money enough for one paddle boat..so I was being a big sister and all said, “u all go ahead..akak xnk naik la”…hahaha..ftn refuses to go if I don’t..jiha too..so that leaves kosar alone..being a big boy and stuff, he’s a coward at heart..trust me!..so we try to apply a higher budget from the bank..and shockingly again..it was approved..now we have rm30, enough or two boats…yeay!!!..so we went there and asked for two boats..all boats have been rented, we have to wait another half an hour..huhu..so, we wander around..ftn ask me, if I wanted to dip my feet into the lake, but I refused since I don’t bring extra pair of socks..i don’t want to strip off my socks cz thinking bout it only make my stomach flutter..i’m embarresed..dunno why..so at last I’m the only one who had not have chance with the keli look alike fish..nah, its ok..maybe some other tyme..after messing around and taking afew pic..we went back..enduring another flight of disastrous steps…when we try to call ayh, wallah, no service!!! So we have to wait till ayh came..huhu..bored waiting we took pic..again..and listen to jiha’s singing and exchange ridiculous riddles..haha..

trying the cute pose..haha..lyke hazieqa said in her fb profile

"....bigging my eyes and pout my lips like most of you did..u know, the "cute" pose that is so popular with disney loving underaged immature teens"

ikan keli look alike

pelantar

disastorous steps..ftn in pink..kosar in green..me? taking this photo of course

love me some i..was thinking of another what not pose..but to many people around..huhu

After waiting for almost 45 minutes ayh came..excitedly we went to board the boat which will bring us to next stop..a beach..when we arrived at the spot, there were two choices, whether to go to the right side where all the tourists go..or to the left side where the beach is completely deserted..basically we went to the left side..haha..heaven!! we have the beach for ourselves, lyke our own private beach..it was the best..on this beach we don’t take any pic..since its inappropriate..haha..theres no one on the beach except us..what do u think we would do…hehe…actually, at first, I wasn’t planning on swimming, I was sitting on the edge of the beach to feel the waves..then, I thought, I brought with me another pairs of slacks, so it will be ok if I sit..just sit in the water..after some tyme I thought..lets go deeper, its ok..i wont let my tudung got wet..and so on..until at last..i ended up swimming with kausar..haha..so much of do not want to get wet..maybe that’s the best analogy on why we have to avoid syubhah’s stuff..it will led us bit by bit towars the haram’s stuff, until at last we’ll end up doing the haram’s stuff..lyfe teachec me a lesson again..we were at the beach from 12:30 to 2:00, imagine how dark I get basking in the sun lyke dat…huhu..i’m still hibernating in my house till now to get my light coloured skin back..huhu…without rinsing our salt-watered-wet body + clothes, we jumped on our boat and headed back..journey home was painful..cz the waves are rough and I get hentak2 on the boat..i suffered back ache for about 2 days after dat..it hurts..=(

Dats it..our little journey..owh..and the rm30 mama gives us, kosar lost it while swimming in our private beach..and we get to be scolded by mom all the way home in car..pity us? Series of unfortunate events….hmmmmm…well at least we enjoyed it..very much..and we make new friend with jiha and her brother…

p/s: actually theres so much photos left to be shared but i dont have tyme...its 2 minutes to 10 o'clock..and at ten..we will experienced blacklout...so..till later..tooodles..