Sunday, December 27, 2009

BUMPED!

I woke up at 6am this morning for my Subuh Prayer feeling kinda sleepy. I didn’t really have a goodnight sleep last night. I don’t know why I kept hearing knocking on my door every time I fell into my sleep. When I got up to open the door, there wasn’t anyone. Probably my subconscious mind was playing tricks or telling me not to sleep yet. LOL!

After my subuh prayer, I couldn’t go back to sleep. Besides at 7.45am I needed to get myself ready to go to work. Yes it’s Sunday but every Sunday I have to work now since I am handling SMS for the talk show on RTM1, APA KATA WANITA. Was feeling melancholic and suddenly the thought about death came to my mind. Probably the past few days I had been reading this book TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE and it really got into me. And also the cancer made me think about death more often now.

Lying down on my bed, looking at the dark sky with a little bit of orangey, my mind wondered if when the time comes for the Angel of Death to take my soul, how will he look like? Will he come in the form of an Angel with the wings or will he look scary (for the bad soul) or will he look like a handsome man? And my mind got into deeper thoughts about death.

My chest started to feel tight when I thought of the day when my time is up, where no one will see him except me alone. That’s the time I can never tell him to wait because it has been fixed on the day the soul of individual was blown into the mother’s womb. Not a second early and not a second later. I continued looking at the dark sky and wondered, after the Angel of Death has taken my soul out of my body, he will bring it up to all level of the skies where he will knock on every door of the sky with a Salam. I wonder if my soul will be greeted with a warm SALAM or rejected.

I read a book called ALAM BARZAKH where it said if the soul is not welcomed by all the Angels, then u know your soul will be in trouble. The Angel will then throw back the bad soul into the grave where the 2 Angels will come and start the Q & A. Then my chest got really tight and so I decided to sit on my bed to ease my breathing and asked Allah to guide me through out my life here on this earth. I couldn’t go on with the thoughts about death anymore. Pulled my towel and took my shower to get ready to go to RTM.

On the way to RTM, my mind was still wandering……

Friday, December 25, 2009

The Best of A Week Vacation

This video is specially dedicated to Qel and his whole family for the warmest hospitality during our stay at their place for the whole week. Looking forward to go there again next month and this time will be with my niece Tiara.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

DEJAVU

DÉJÀ VU

When the first time Qel sent me “request for friend”, I said to myself, “I think I know him from somewhere but I just don’t know where and when”. The thing is that, it’s like I’ve met him before. Then on the 13th November Nini and I went up north for our vacation, he picked us up and told me that his dad would love to have us staying at their place and so we stayed at his place the day we arrived and that was the first time I met him in person. The first day I was there, that particular moment where Nini and I woke up and we sat outside with baba, fahmi and Qel, suddenly this 20+years old boy who’s mentally challenged I would say came to the house to buy some snacks and drink.. I’ve seen that moment and I knew he was gonna come again the second time which he did and the whole conversation is so familiar.

I kept telling Nini that I saw that exact moment before, the whole particular moment plus the whole conversation. So Nini told me probably it’s what they called DÉJÀ VU. I tried to just ignore it and let that thought just passed by. Then yesterday, my son Ridhwan asked me, “Umi when can we go to Uncle Qel’s place again?” Ridhwan is a boy who doesn’t easily like a person. What more having to stay at stranger’s place? So is Sarah. And for him to ask that question was absurd. So I asked him if he really like Qel’s place and they both answered at the same time with full of excitement… “YES UMI, We love it..” and Ridhwan continued saying that he doesn’t like staying at places like KL or Subang.

I asked him again if he likes staying at his grandma’s place at Malacca which is also sort of “kampong” and he said NOPE. That really puzzled me because I thought it’s the kampong ambiance that they like. And today he was lying down on my tummy; suddenly he got up and again asked me the same question?

I sat next to him and this time I asked him what exactly made him really want to go back to Qel’s place? His answer really gave me a shock. He said he dreamt of Qel’s house many times before and it’s the exact house. Not just any house but that particular house and he said he felt like he has met Qel before too. On top of that, he said “Uncle Qel is nice and funny”. Wokayyyyy…that’s creepy...MOTHER SON has the same DÉJÀ VU…eeeooouuuucchhh!!!

Whatever it is, I think its Allah’s way of telling me he is the one. Because I have always told Allah that, if He is going to open my heart to any guy, OPEN TO WHOM HE KNOWS BEST FOR ME, otherwise close it permanently.

I guess DEJAVU or NO DEJAVU, I leave it up to the ONE up there. He knows what’s best

Monday, December 21, 2009

I Finally Got The Book....YAY!!


Yesterday, Nini's daughter called me from Bangsar Shopping Complex. She told me that she found the book that I wanted so badly to own...."Tuesdays with Morrie". The book was recommended to me by my ex-GM when he found out about my cancer. We were in the car on the way back from visiting a friend who lost her husband when I told him about this book I read titled "My sister's keeper".
"My sister's keeper" was about Sara and Brian live on an idyllic life with their son and daughter. But their family is rocked by sudden, heartbreaking news that forces them to make a difficult and unorthodox choice in order to save their baby girl's life. Their parents' desperate decision raises both ethical and moral questions and rips away at the foundation of their relationship. Their actions ultimately set off a court case that threaten to tear the family apart, while revealing surprising truths that challenge everyone's perception of love and loyalty and give a new meaning to the definition of healing.
Then my GM told me, if i like that kind of story, then I should try reading this book titled "Tuesday with Morrie". "ITS A MUST HAVE". I have been looking for the book at MPH for weeks. Went to couple MPH and it wasn't available until Juria(Nini's daughter) went to TIMES Bookstore at Bangsar Shopping Complex yesterday. She called me last night and asked if I still want the book. I told her..yes!yes! yes please. She got me the book as a present from her and her boyfriend Matthew.
A wise and loving that teaches us those things we ought to know already but have somehow forgotten. A wonderfully honest exchange between a terminally ill professor and his successful student. They both gave and both received a wonderful gifts of love and friendship.

2nd Radiation Day 1

Couldn't sleep last nite till this morning at 4.30am. Was supposed to take the kids for McD breakfast at 6am but I overslept till my alarm clock woke me up at 7.15am. Got myself ready to go to the hospital. Since this would be my 2nd time, I knew what to expect and the fear wasn't there anymore. Hospital is like my 2nd home now. Last night i received dozens of well wishes from my bosses(including my new CEO), my MAS batch girls and not forgetting my schoolmates MGS'87. Since I got back from Kulim, today was my first day of getting stuck in a traffic jam. One week at Kulim, no matter at what hour, there wasn't any traffic jam.
I only look at my phone after the treatment and saw one SMS from Qel which he sent at 8.23am and I only replied in the afternoon. I was touched when he said he actually fasted today just because I had my first day treatment and he couldn't be here and hoping the Almighty would cure me. How can I not love this guy. Just as I'm writing this, he called. He just "buka puasa". Dear Allah, please bless him always and put him under your protection.
I slept the whole entire time after I reached home. No vomiting, thank God but my throat felt so dry and it hurt even when i swallowed my saliva. One of my client called today and he said i sounded terrible with my husky voice. Finish 2 bottles of mineral water. Hopefully tonight i will be okay as tomorrow will be my 2nd day of treatment. I really pray that this will be my last radiation. They will monitor for a year after this before they can declare that I am cancer free.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My new family member

Shall I say this is the continuation of the journal below. This journal is specially dedicated to my new family..Qel's parents.
Baba enjoying my cooking while Mak was peeling "temulawak" to eat as "ulam" and me...still in my pajamas. Just after cooking brunch. The only thing i havent done was baba's favourite "EllieCafe". I managed to even make baba loves spaghetti during my stay there.


This is Mak peeling "temulawak" to eat as "ulam". Tried it on the first day but just can't seem to like it but one thing...I brought back a lot to use it as my face mask. It look like kunyit but taste different.
Baba eating the nasi lemak I cooked. Simply love him. During my stay there, I just love listening to him reciting the Quran. Hehehe but when he teaches the neighborhood kids to read Quran, they better pay attention otherwise.....

Showing Baba some of my family pictures on my Lappy...


Qel just can't stop snapping candid pictures...at times feel like skinning him alive. Taking my pictures in my pajamas...GOSH!He is one crazy guy i must say

Some people call me "CRAZY"...and seriously I am proud to be called that and I am a "HIPPIE ECCENTRIC" and really happy being one. And even though I am crazy, I don't make a fool of myself like some people. LOL! I am crazy but harmless nut case..

Both muka tak mandi (we both woke up late after challenging each other with the pick up stick game- yeah at times we just acted like kids..but to some people who doesn't enjoy life will definitely say we are crazy but who cares....so what if we are crazy kan?kan?kan?)

I forgot what I was talking about but sure put a smile on Helmi's and mak's face....

A wonderful one week of my life

On Saturday 12th December, my 2 kids and me woke up really early as we had to catch a 9.30am train to Bukit Mertajam to spend our whole week at Qel's. Bought the ticket all the way to Butterworth actually but we stopped at BM because its nearer to Kulim. It was the kid's first long holiday with me. God has helped us a lot..I was kinda broke actually because this month there was a deduction of RM500++ for my kids insurance and on top of that on the 21st of December which is tomorrow i will have to go for another 5 more radiation treatment. The last radiation didn't get rid of the whole cancer.
My boss En Azli has "sedekah" me RM1,000.00 for my radiation(God bless him always) and Tuan Alwee has given the kids a couple of hundreds for their holiday(Allah blessed him too).Its all Allah's help and i can never thank Him enough. Took 2 weeks leave. First week was to spend my time with kids,Qel & family at Kulim and 2nd week will be one hell of week as i have to go for my treatment daily(Monday to Friday).
Train departed on time (09.30) to Butterworth. The kids were so excited as that was their first ride on a train. But only the first 2 hours..after that they started to get so restless and the question like "Are we there yet" was repeatedly asked. The train ride to Butterworth took us 8 hours. Should have bought the sinaran malam but the night before that i had to bake 100 chocolate muffins for a Christmas party.
So had no choice but to go early in the morning and the morning train has no bed.
At 4.30pm we reached BM.


Qel and his nephew Helmi were already there. They arrived at the train station just 5mins before our train arrived BM. I still had butterflies in my tummy and really felt that i was gonna poop butterflies anytime then and only this time my best friend Nini didn't follow me for this trip to calm me down. And to make double butterflies syndrome in my stomach,this time his mom too will be around. The last trip I came with Nini, there were only Helmi, Qel's dad and him. And it was only over the weekend that Nini and I were there but this time it was one whole week at Qel's house.
Finally at 5.15pm we reached Qel's house. We were greeted by the warmest smile of an elderly couple.(His mom and his dad). Put all our stuff in "our room" and we sat outside with Qel, Helmi and his parents. The kids took awhile to warm up as this is their first time meeting Qel & family.
The first day we rested. The kids slept early but Qel & me spent time together til 4.30am catching up on stuffs.
I am so blessed to be loved by his parents and they accepted me just like their very own daughter. The father (Baba) especially has shown me so much love and wants me to call him Baba instead of "pakcik"(uncle). I felt so overwhelmed by the treatment received from his whole family. We cooked together, laughed and joke alot. His parents are so loving and Helmi was funny too. They are just fun to be with and full of happiness in them. They have the simplest life but because there are so much love in their heart, that what makes them very pleasant to be with,That explained why Qel is such a loving and funny guy. The kids got along well and actually like him a lot.
When Allah sent Qel into my life, I knew things were gonna be so okay. I know that things arent always gonna be smooth but I know he is the right one for me. Spending the whole week at Kulim with him and his parents and nephew has given me the 1001 reasons to even want to spend my remaining life with him. He might not be the richest man on earth when it comes to material and financial but he and his family are the richest people when it comes to love, giving, respect and all the goodness anyone can offer. Not saying this because I am madly in love with him but its the truth and that's the reason why I am so head over heel for him. And i simply fall in love with his parents and nephew too. Just the perfect family....






The kids wanted so much to go to the beach so on Wednesday (5th day) we went to Pantai Bersih. Mom prepared "keropok ikan", bread with butter and jam, and also the fried meehoon i made earlier. Just after Asar prayer, we made a move. The kids were so excited and the joy on their faces can never be bought with any amount of money in the world.





I am so thankful to the Almighty for the most beautiful gift call "Life". No matter what I do and no matter how long i fast and pray, I can never repay Him for the blessing He has bestowed upon me and my kids. Guess it's true, when you are patient with all His test, you will be rewarded with His blessing dunia akhirat.






Finally the time has come for me and the kids to go back to KL. The kids requested that we take a bus instead of a train. They wanted to experience the bus ride instead. Bought a ticket to KL which departed on Friday midnight. Wanted to stay longer but i have to work on Sunday and on top of that Monday 21st, i have my treatment to go to. The bus arrived Pudu at 5am on Saturday and my best friend Nini came to pick us up at Pudu Raya Bus Station. On the way back we stop at Mc D to have our breakfast. We were the only at McD as it was only 6am. Thank you Allah for the trip and the gift called "LIFE".





Saturday, December 5, 2009

Papa and daughters day out

Today, took papa to KL to meet my sister for lunch. Had lunch at Tempayaki Pavillion. Mind you, its not Mr Tempayaki but TEMPAYAKI. The food is simply delicious, yummy yummy yummy. Just the 3 of us, papa and her 2 daughter(the sane and the insane one- me the insane one of course). Papa really enjoyed his Lamb Chilli with Garlic and my sister and me had Beef Chilli and Garlic. Cant believe it, but I had 2 bowl of rice.
After our meal, we took papa to Starbucks also located at The Pavillion. Papa suddenly told us, "It was just yesterday i told myself that i feel like having coffee at Starbucks"...So I told him, The Almighty has granted your wish pop!





Im so glad God has given me the most wonderful life anyone could ever ask for. No matter who tried to hurt me, it has no effect on me because it only be a waste of time. Life is too short to be bitter and be angry.
And having the sickness is actually a privileged. When one is not sick, they tend to forget to appreciate life. I was once that way. I take things for granted even though i know every one dies. But ever since being sick, i know i have a time bomb inside of me. Clock is ticking every second of my life. Therefore, I learn to appreciate the littlest thing in life. i.e when Im stuck in a traffic jam, I would look at the surrounding and appreciate the landscape, look at every single thing my eyes can see, because someday when Im gone, i will be at a different world. So enjoy life and at the same time perform what is required by Him...life can never be greater.
Now i have a wonderful family(my dad, my sibblings, my kids), my best friend Nini, Fahmy, Tokwan, Ariff,Ain, Rahmat, and now I have a very very very special person, Qel who has been very supportive and accepted me with the whole package- my sickness, my craziness and my 2 kids...
Thank YOu Allah for the life You has given me....can thank you enough..Luv u always, my Lord!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Today from 09.00am -17.00pm I was at *** (one of the government agency) for the cable installation. Was really a tiring day having to climb from one floor to one floor and with my lappy bag on my back all the time. Started from the North Wing ground floor then to South wing ground floor. Ground floor to 2nd floor and finally to 3rd floor..oh then back to "N*** room" which was located at the North wing.
I dont know what is wrong with *** security guard but the pass she gave me can't seem to open any of those doors on that block and that made our job difficult as I had to look for any of the staff there to asked to open doors. Then the light bulb appear.."TinK"..idea came. I told those guys to wait while i ran to 3rd floor to borrow Kak Siti's pass.
8 hours i was there, i was so 'flabbergasted'. I mean every week at least twice i have to go to *** but just never get the chance to actually observe people there. Today, i was there for 8 hours...i see how people at this agency work. This is like during office hours ni, these 2 ladies sat at the stair case gossiping for hours and I mean really hours. I dunno how many times i had to go up using that stair case but each time i used that stair case, they were still there.
Then i sat at the place where i had to install the work station and where i put the server...all the ladies there seem to be relaxing, jalan-jalan cari makan, gossiping, and some even take a nap. Really really flabbergasted with what I saw today. And they get bonus, pay increment like every year. WOW! Now i know why many people want to go into the government sector. 4.30pm everyone will be rushing to the punch card machine and "geduuung".punching their card.. I wonder if ever a minute that came across their mind that the money get every month on the 21st will be used to put the food on the table for the family?
About 17.00hrs finally the guys finished with the installation. Packed everything and made a move. It started to rain so heavily as if the whole Klang Valley was gonna be wiped out. The sky was so dark and heavy black clouds and down pour. Got stuck on the highway and by the time i reached Subang it was 18.20pm so i decided to just go home to pick up the kids for a happy meal at McD.
Had the happy meal at Mc D and went home just in time for Maghrib. After Maghrib, just knocked out. Guess must be tired because yesterday i got back from work at 7am (22 hours working straight) and by 11.45am back to the office and today another early start.
At 8pm, my phone rang..was still in my deep sleep but managed to wake up in time to answer the call from Tuan Alwee. Wanted to go back to sleep but somehow couldnt. Dont know why, i got up, climbed my bed and opened my top closet where i called "My treasure spot". Took out one of the box. Sat on my bed and slowly i opened it. Found all the old letters..first one i found was the letter from my ex husband when he first made a confession about his feelings. I read one by one and wonder where that person he used to be gone to. Then i found one big envelope, opened it and this time it was from my ex fiance. The big envelope has got all the cards he gave me and i found one letter..a long one. An apology letter telling how much he was sorry for hurting me and beating me.
I just had to keep back everything when i started to feel kinda melancholic. Put back the box in my treasure closet and wish i hadn't opened it in the first place coz then i wont be feeling like this.Ooouuch!


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Do Not Expect Gratitude from anyone

Really love this book "Don't Be Sad". Each Chapter I read is giving me all the answers to my personal questions during my private moment with The One . And each chapter when is read carefully with an open heart and understanding and accepting our own weaknesses, it will make us a better person. And now it also gives me the answer to all the test( or rather to some they call it "Issues" and "Dramas" of life)that I have to go through.
Now that I am able to see things clearly, things are actually better now for me. I always believe that He will take something or someone or some people that we care for because He wants to replace with something or someone or new group of people that will make your life even better and even more beautiful than before.
Yesterday will never come back and tomorrow is not here YET. Live this moment and never procrastinate in telling those you care how much u love them and don't ever hurt someone ON PURPOSE. To tell someone you are sorry is one of the hardest thing to do but again NEVER procrastinate.

This is taken from Chapter 6:
Allah, the Almighty, created His slaves so that they may worship and remember Him, and He provided sustenance for them so that they may be grateful to Him. Nevertheless, many have worshipped other than Him and the masses are thankful not to Him, but to others, because the characteristic of ingratitude is widespread among human beings. So do not be dismayed when you find that others forget your favors or disregard your kind acts. Some people might even despise you and make you an enemy for no other reason than that you have shown them kindness.

And they could not find any cause to hear a grudge, except that Allah and His Messenger had enriched them of His Bounty. (Qur'an 9:74)

From among the ever-repeating pages of history is a story of a father and his son: the former raised him, fed him, clothed him and taught him; he would stay up nights so that his son could sleep, stay hungry so that his son could eat, and he would toil so that his son could feel comfort. And when the son became older and stronger, he rewarded his father with disobedience, disrespect, and contempt.

So be at peace if you are requited with ungratefulness for the good you have done. Rejoice in your knowledge that you will be rewarded from the One Who has unlimited treasures at His disposal.

This is not to say that you should refrain from performing acts of kindness towards others: the point is that you should be mentally prepared for ingratitude.

Perform acts of charity seeking Allah's pleasure, because with this attitude you will assuredly be successful. The ungrateful person cannot really harm you: praise Allah that that person is the transgressor and that you are the obedient servant. Also, remember that the hand that gives is better than the hand that receives.

We feed you seeking Allah’s Countenance only. We wish for no reward, nor thanks from you. (Qur'an 76: 9)

Many people are shocked at the nature of ingratitude in others, as though they had never come across this verse and others like it:

And when harm touches man, he invokes Us, lying down on his side, or sitting or standing. But when We have removed his harm from him, he passes on his way as if he had never invoked Us for a harm that touched him? (Qur'an 10: 12)

Hence do not be in a state of agitation if you give someone a pen as a gift and he uses it to satirize you, or if you give someone a walking stick to lean upon and he strikes you with it. As I pointed out earlier, most human beings are ungrateful to their Lord, so what treatment should you and I expect?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

How to Deal With Bitter Criticism

I was at MPH lining up to pay for some books that I bought when I saw this book by Dr Aid Bin Abdullah Al Qarni. I just flipped through a couple of pages and found it interesting and beautifully written. It discusses Happiness from an Islamic perspective. Just had to buy the book. I love what I read in Chapter 5. Again He is telling me to let things be and let people say what they want to say. I just had to read this chapter 5 again and again...this is taken from Chapter 5 of this book :

Those who are ignorant have uttered curses at Allah, the Exalted, the Creator of ill that exists, so what treatment should we, who are full of faults, expect from people. You will always have to face criticism, which in its onslaught is like an interminable war: it shows no sign of ending. As long as you shine, give, produce, and have an effect upon others, then disapproval and condemnation will be your lot in life. Until you escape from people by finding a tunnel in the ground or a ladder leading to the sky, they will not desist from censuring you, from finding fault in your character. For that reason, as long as you are from the denizens of earth, expect to be hurt, to be insulted, and to be criticized.

And here is something you should contemplate: a person who is sitting on the ground does not fall, and people do not kick a dead dog. Therefore their anger toward you can be attributed to you surpassing them in righteousness, knowledge, manners, or wealth. In their eyes you are a transgressor whose wrongs cannot be atoned for unless you abandon your talents and strip yourself of all praiseworthy qualities, so that you become stupid, worthless, and to them, innocuous. This result is exactly what they want for you.

So remain firm and patient when facing their insults and criticism. If you are wounded by their words and let them have an influence over you, you will have realized their hopes for them. Instead, forgive them by showing them the most beautiful of manners. Turn away from them and do not feel distressed by their schemes. Their disapproval of you only increases you in worth and merit.

Verily, you will not be able to silence them, but you will be able to bury their criticisms by turning away from them and dismissing what they have to say.

`Perish in your rage '. (Qur 'an 3: 119)

In fact, you will be able to increase them in their rage by increasing your merits and developing your talents.
If you desire to be accepted by all and loved by all, you desire the unattainable.

Grieve not over criticism from the jealous and the weak-minded

You will be rewarded if you show forbearance to their criticism and to their impertinent remarks. The more they criticize you, the more you are increased in worth, because only someone who is unaccomplished has no one who is jealous of him, and according to the Arab saying,

"People do not kick a dead dog." One poet said:

"They are jealous of he who has surpassed them; People show him enmity and opposition,

Just like spiteful women, who speak of the fair maiden, with jealousy and malice that she is of a low and base character." Zuhayr said:

"They are jealous of that which he has been blessed with; Allah will not take away from him the cause of their resentment." Another said:

"They will envy my death, what wretchedness is this, Even in my death; I am not spared from their jealousy." Another poet said:

"I complained about the injustice of gossip-mongers, and you will not find,

The honorable and successful person who has escaped from jealousy,

You remain, O' honorable and worthy friend, the victim of it, yet no one begrudges the one who is miserable and wretched." In another poem:

"If a person reaches the sky with his nobleness,

Then his enemies will be the numbers of the stars in the sky, they shoot at him using a bow with every kind of persecution, yet their abuses will never bring them to the level of his nobility."

Prophet Moosa (Moses) asked his Lord to prevent people from abusing him with their tongues. Allah said, "O' Moosa, I have not done so for myself. I have created them and provided for them and they blaspheme and curse me!"

It has been authentically narrated that the Prophet (Blessings and Peace be upon him) said,

"Allah says: `The son of Adam curses me and blasphemes me, and he has no right to do so. As for his cursing me, he curses the time, and I am the time: I alternate the day and night as I please. As for their blaspheming me, they say that I have a wife and a child, and I have neither a wife nor a child. “

You may not be able to prevent people from attacking your honor, but you are able to do well and ultimately, to ignore and turn away from their criticism and scorn. Another poet said:

"I move past the fool who curses me,

And I continue on my previous course saying: he does not refer to me!" And yet another said:

"When the fool speaks, then do not respond to him, for better than to answer him is silence."

Idiots and fools clearly feel insulted by those who shine, those who are noble, and those who display genius.

"If the strengths and good points that I possess,

Were my sins, and then pray tell me, how I can make amends.

“Woe to every slanderer and backbiter who has gathered wealth and counted it. He thinks that this wealth will make him last. Forever! Nay! Verily, he will be thrown into the crushing Fire. (Qur'an 104: 1-4)

A well-known western writer said,

"Do what is right, and then turn your back to every vulgar criticism."

Do not respond to an injurious statement that is made about you. Forbearance buries faults, tolerance is superior, silence conquers the enemy, and forgiveness is honor for which you shall be rewarded. If defamatory remarks are printed about you, know that half of those that read such things quickly forget them while the other half are uninterested in the first place. So do not create further noise and fuss by refuting what has been said. A wise person said,

"People are oblivious of you and me, and are busily striving for their bread. And if one of them is thirsty, he will forget my death and yours." A poet said,

"Do not broadcast your affairs to your sitting companions,

Because they are jealous and will rejoice at your misfortune."

A house that has within it serenity and bread is better than a house that is replete with many kinds of expensive foods, yet is a place of trouble and unrest.

Monday, November 16, 2009

My North Vacation With Nini- Thank You Allah


Rearranged all the 'Asam & Jeruk" from Penang while waiting for our train to arrive. There was a slight delay. Guess Allah was giving me that extra time to be with my darling Qel....He knows I am sooooo soooo soooo on cloud nine now..hehehehe...Tinkerbell is always on cloud nine now


My sayang, his daddy and me....he has such an adorable dad. And soon will be my dad too. Glad to have him as my father in law soon.


These are the people that i truly love beside my own family. These are friends of mine who accepted me the way I am and not judge me and wants to see my happiness. Love u Nini and Fahmy. U both are sooooo terrific.


These are my 2 best friends that only wants to see my happiness and would do anything for me. I will do anything for them too. Nini just couldnt stop smiling since knowing about me and Qel...and Fahmy said he will slap my bloody face if ever i walk out of Qel's life...LOL!!!

Fahmi and Nini having Ice Kacang at Qel's house before leaving for the train station. This was taken on Sunday night before Nini and I left for KL.

Taken at Butterworth Train Station. Only God knows how i felt then despite the smile on my face. Having to go back and leave Qel behind...God! it hurt so bad.


My sweethaert Qel and me at the train station.....I will come back insyaAllah...


Nini and me excited to go home..yet for me torn between excited and sad...This moment, my heart was singing "Can't smile without you...by Barry Manilow"....


Pray to Allah to protect our friendship and may Allah bless our friendship with lots and lots of His love.