Every hearts that He pumped for those who lives
every melting smiles on every faces
every filled stomach with His rizq
and ones who can still feel His love and mercy today and everyday,Insyallah!

Recently, through experiences, Masyallah I learnt abundant of the way things are,
and for that, thank you Allah

From what I’ve learnt,
In life, we’ve got to go with the flow.

We don’t receive everything we want in life. Because Allah doesn’t give us things that we want, instead He gives us the needed ones. Of course because He knows what would be the best for us.

A patient suffer from heart attack end up died in the OT.
A man who had succeeded in his life despite he never beg at Him, turns 180° and became a pious guy.
Things weren’t end up as the way we planned.
Mom’s best vase custom-made from China was broken into pieces because neighbor’s cats were chasing a mouse.
yadda yadda yadda yadda…

Come on, who are we to whine and question The Almighty Allah?
and..
for that,like an old saying, don’t ever cry over spilt milk!
Because the greatest thing behind every incidents is that everything goes with Hikmah, Subhanallah.

So, I learnt to accept things that beyond my abilities. I shouldn’t be a ‘whiner’. I do whine a lot sometimes. Oh Allah, forgive me when I whine, please..please..please.. :’(

I’m also having some difficulties accepting my parents’ decisions sometimes. But, in the end, Allah knows best, Allahuakbar. I have to accept every facts that my abilities are very-very limited.

That includes the abilities in making my own decisions

But,
In life, we sometimes have to experience something new like being forced to go to a military camp far from home or maybe being accused for juvenile and end up in the prison. But somehow, at least we have an interesting story that can be shared with people in the future, right?

Life is too short to be regretted ey!

In the mean time, we naturally more independent than before. Maybe being in the comfort zone is much safer by the thoughts of majority, but eventually Allah will test you with struggles and hardships, at least during the un-comfort zone before, we once had experienced one and went through this much better

A quote says, anything that doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger!
So,
Let’s conquer our minds and beat negative thoughts all the way!

Frankly, I was instantly inspired just by reading “The 15 Muslim’s Rules” by Brotherhood Arts. It was simple, but special as the way it was. Masyallah, and for that I would like to share it with you.

Remember, sincerity comes first, so if you are not at this moment, don’t bother yourself reading it because you’ll get nothing but some waste of time.

I would like to take this moment,apologizing everyone for betraying everyone’s rights :’(  [friends,teachers,readers and everyone]

I think, that’s for now.
I’m spreading Allah’ words.
I am pleased when He is pleased
Allahumma solli ‘alayh.

.please point out any mistakes I’ve made, .

[p/s:post kali ini hanya gambar.maaf tidak menarik *_*]

second nephew.
lil’ brother of  abe  Fakhry,
name  Furqan ;]

this guy really loves talking and mingling ;]

abe at the back!

Fakhry during infancy

“The best of you are those who possess the best of Akhlaq”

[sahih Bukhari&Muslim]

anda berdua,

be ummi+walid’s little helpers!

Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realised it
And now it’s too late
Forgive me

Now I’m alone filled with so much shame
For all the years I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
Mother I’m lost without you

You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who’s going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
Mother I’m lost without you

Ummahu, ummahu, ya ummi
wa shawqahu ila luqyaki ya ummi
Ummuka, ummuka, ummuka ummuka
Qawlu rasulika
Fi qalbi, fi hulumi
Anti ma’i ya ummi
Mother… Mother… O my mother
How I long to see O mother
“Your mother, Your mother, Your mother”
Is the saying of your Prophet
In my heart, in my dreams
You are always with me mother

Ruhti wa taraktini
Ya nura ‘aynayya
Ya unsa layli
Ruhti wa taraktini
Man siwaki yahdhununi
Man siwaki yasturuni
Man siwaki yahrusuni
‘Afwaki ummi
Samihini…
You went and left me
O light of my eyes
O comfort of my nights
You went and left me
Who, other than you, will embrace me?
Who, other than you, will cover me?
Who, other than you, will guard over me?
Your pardon mother, forgive me

hari itu, Tuhan izinkan saya bertarawikh di surau.tidak lagi berdiri sendirian di dalam bilik.hari itu,saya berjalan sendirian menuju surau.sengaja,supaya setiap langkah saya, Allah kira sebagai yang tidak dicampuri yang haq+batil.kerna saya tahu,apabila saya berjalan bersama orang,akan ada perbualan lagha.

oleh kerana hari itu, alhamdulillah.

saya belajar erti dunia yang benar² Allah tunjukkan hikmahnya.sepanjang fardhu isya’,saya bersebelahan dengan kaum muda.dimana, saya teramat bersyukur berada sebaris dengan yang sebelia dengan saya.

laungan tarawikh tiba² membuatkan saya mahu memecut,berada di barisan hadapan.

berdiri bersebelahan dengan warga emas yang sudah tiada terdaya untuk mendirikan solat.lalu, solatlah ia dalam keadaan duduk.bongkok tulang belakang ia terserlah dilitupi telekung putihnya.figura kurusnya menyerlahkan kitaran manusia yang mengecil di usianya. kedut seribu wajah putihnya membawa 1001 pengalaman pahit+manis dalam dirinya.

“aku kelak akan berada di dalam kasutmu suatu hari,wahai makcik tua”

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Di rakaat ketiga sunat witir.imam berhenti selepas i’tidal untuk berqunut sejenak.semua jemaah yang berjantina lelaki mahupun perempuan menadah tangan membentuk mangkuk di tangan masing².memohon dengan sebenar2nya pada yang Maha Memberi.

makcik tua dan aku tidak terkecuali.

walaupun tangan ia bergeletar akibat penuaan,dirinya tetap tegar melaksanakan perkara sunat tersebut,turut serta mengerah daya untuk  menadah tangan pada Yang Esa di atas sana.tangan yang bergeletar itu mengajar aku erti dunia.

yang disimbahi hikmah serta nilai tersembunyi,walau pada sepasang tangan yang bergeletar.

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apa erti dunia apabila riya’ melata.

apabila suatu zaman itu tiba saatnya.pabila si hamba tidak pantas lagi menadah tangan,merendahkan serendah²nya hati memohon pada Si Pencipta Yang Maha  Esa.apabila hanya tangan² yang  bergeletar berasa  layak untuk  memohon pada Yang Esa.

di situ,saya tersedar.selama ini,do’a² harian tidak diiringi dengan tangan yang menadah.penunjuk kehambaan yang merendahkan hatinya itu,diabaikan.

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tangan itu perlahan menyapu raupan mukanya yang berkedut itu.amat terharu insan yang berdiri di sebelah ia.

tiadalah ertinya hidup tanpa penyerahan segalanya pada Yang Esa.

tiada ertinya hamba apabila Tuhannya diabaikan.

dan tiada ertinya dunia pabila riya’ melata.

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usai du’a dan selawat ke atas nabi S.A.W,perlahan makcik tua bangun dari kerusi itu.sepenuh kudrat diberikan bagi mencapai suatu nikmat bersifat sebentar, berdiri. makcik tua telah mengajar erti hidup dalam salutan rahmat Tuhan.

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alhamdulillah.

Allahumma Taqabbal minni solati tammah waghfirli zunubi  ’aamah !

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Jadikanlah aku dikalangan mereka yang menyedari hakikat dunia ini lalu bersyukkur Ya Allah.

Dear readers,
I’m fulfilling a person right who’d prefer call itself as ukhti.which when she said about a week ago,she needs an entry about friendship.I assume,she’s asking me to fill up her empty cup about friendship which was spilt somewhere, Allahua’lam. May Allah bless you ukhti and gives your soul ease.

ukhti,
as the basic in any relationship,there would be time of ups and downs in friendship.
when we said “ukhwah fillah abadan abada”, we have made an agreement to bear with each other.it brings a meaning of we are ready to be tested by The Almighty up there upon our sincerity and respect.

in addition ukhti,
as Allah has created us as a human not an angel,we do make mistakes.and every each of us has our own weaknesses.yes,sometimes,our weaknesses cannot be accepted by our friend.this is why Allah has created us different from others,so that we can complete each other!

plus ukhti,
you know what our prophet p.b.u.h said,the lowest level of friendship is good thoughts while the highest is ithar.how do you think we would go to Janna with her when we can only think of bad thoughts of our friend?

my dear ukhti,
in whatever condition you’re having,which I’m not clear of it,try to understand her,so you will be understood as well.you know,syaitan would always take advantages in your friendship.because we as a muslim,our base of friendship is Iman.when we aren’t comfortable with them, being ‘honest in a good way’ is the best step to keep an everlasting bond Insyallah..

ukhti,
this time,I would like to share with you my experience with my very best friend.She is 2 years older than me.She was the one who have tried so hard trying to change me from a jaheel person to a person with basic understanding of islam one time ago ‘we love each other because of Allah’,that what we would always said every year and every time we change letters.

then,all of sudden.

I doubt her.

no.no.no.correction,I simply had a bad thought of her.I was trapped by the great devil of all,syaitan.I start avoiding her.I don’t want to even look at her.Every time her name mentioned,I would feel sick and annoyed.It was the craziest feeling at that time.Hatred.I was confused with myself.

until one day,I try to normalize my mind from all negative impression towards her.It was nothing.She’d done nothing actually.The problem is me.Who failed at the first level, good thoughts

It’s actually Allah’s doing. He’s trying to test us from our words,
“uhibbuki fillah jiddan”
I failed at first,but Alhamdulillah,I know what is the main value Allah has shown me.;)

so ukhti,
may Allah’s words transferred from me to you would bring ease and satisfaction.because every hardship comes ease.If you are still unsatisfied, I’m terribly sorry.I will pray for you and your friends,Insyallah…

and of course, Love of Allah is all we need

.docorrectMeplease.

[you may want to read this post while waiting for this video loading.. ]

[p/s:this video may not be so connected with this post.I'm just spreading the words ]

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kadang² saya berasa pelik,amat musykil+aneh berperasaan.

bila sahabat² mula berbicara soal keakraban mereka dengan sepupu silang jantina mereka.begitu mesranya kedengaran cara berbual. dah macam adik-beradik berdialog.

.lelaki+perempuan.

bukan akrab bersentuh-sentuhan,

tetapi pergaulan yang persis tiada terselit sifat malu sebagai insan yang bukan mahram. saling bersahaja+begitu spontan dalam berkata². wow!

kakak ipar saya sebenarnya adalah kakak saudara saya sendiri. [so?!]

tidak pernah sekali² islam mengharamkan pernikahan sesama sepupu, makanya batasan dalam pergaulan antara kita+sepupu kita yg silang jantina sama sahaja seperti mana² silang jantina yang ada di dunia ini.

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mari dengar saya bercerita.

sepupu saya belah bapa, memang islamik.pergh,Allahumma solli ‘alayh.kadang² dalam dapur rumah opah+atuk saya pun mereka masih sarung stokin. [perempuan]

Subhanallah.

seingat saya,bila sudah meniti usia baligh,tak pernah saya berbual² dengan sepupu silang jantina.nak pandang pun ditegah keras sifat malu.

Masyallah.

tapi sekarang,telah karamnya sifat malu kita sedalam²nya akibat satu ideologi baru,

.kita ber atuk+nenekkan insan yang sama.

ingatlah,

bila hati tidak dijaga,tidak ditatang dengan penuh berhati²,lama² hati bertukar hitam+keras.

yang haq+batil jadi berkecamuk+sukar dibezakan.

hanya kerana kita ini yang tidak berapa nak  sensitif + memandang agak enteng dalam memeliharanya.

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bila hati dah macam tu,hidup tak tenteram.

rasa tak tenang semacam+berat sangat nak teruskan kehidupan normal.

masyarakat selalu sebut²,’mendalah’ [baca;hati] tu adalah refleksi kita.

7 saat dari sekarang, cuba refleks.

“hati,kmu sihat ?”

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Allahu ta’ala a’lam.

.do correct me if I’mwrong,please.

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On the journey back home,in the bus,I feel like wanted to communicate [texting]  with mama.Eventhough I’m lack of credit at that very moment,I feel like this is the quality time should be spent with mama.

”ma,frustlah.”

“uisyh,that’s a bad loser…come on!just have fun!”

“i don’t know how to be a good loser..”

“learn to accept by saying this is Allah’s will! Haiyaa..then smile..don’t frown!”

In my entire life,mama has always been my strength when she found out I’m in the state of despair.That fact makes me love her even more.I love you mama,big tyme! May Allah  grant Janna for us all to be together forever+ever,Insyallah.

ini hanya selingan² gambar karnival mgb sim.gambar tak banyak.dlm 1:45..kih.kih.kih

ini adalah bilik dorm kami ber 21 orang.

tengok jadual dah gentar tahap mega. [cuak]

warm up! sedut feel!

mlmh ros salwati adalah guru+insan yang paling pemalu [pst,depan kamera ]

mudirah+bodyguardnya,mlmh rohida+k.izyan turun padang juga!

lepas ni kurangkan pilih air panas.supaya tak main tiup-tiup dah

wooh!all tyme favourite ↑

habiskan wang saku minum ice blended dalam dorm,atas padang,waktu break,nak tidur,nak balik&etc.

Pure Love.

khadijah zulkifly+gubahan bunganya.simple,but special.

sebelum beransur.memoria. all 20 of us. [Aqilah Alim As-Sadiq is M.I.A]

Last but not least,a very special gift.

kih.kih,kih.tak disangka²  teramat rajin anti ni.

“ini handmade tau.tak ada dekat mana² kedai “

terima kasih sangat Iennah. Jazakillahukhair..

wa! uhibbuki fillah…  **,

siapa nak kesemua gambar,rajin²lah mintak dekat ana

.sekian.

[i'm sory, this post has a very few amount of pictures]

haaaaaaih… [very super mega extremely long sigh]

…

yes readers,it has been ages since I publish an update.

dan memang ramai dah mengaku bosan tengok title ‘LOVE IS ALL WE NEED ‘.yg hanya gambar+gambar ²+gambar²+gambar² lagi..

frankly,me too

Recently,there’s nothing in my mind to share for my readers.I honestly don’t really know what is the very best excuse to back up my reason for not updating this blog.

Maybe the emptiness filled inside me effect the whole action of mine.Includes updating my very own blog.

Let us begin with bismillah.May He leads my words.

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One day,a friend of mine said to me.no³, express her thoughts actually.Since I’m a friend of her,so expressing to each other is something common for young lady like us

“Have you ever feel like doing something for the sake of others instead of Allah?”

I asked her to explain deeper.

“It happens when you did your Qiam because you are afraid of being ashamed of your Naqibah or your friends or maybe your juniors?

Because sometimes,I did that. I mean,the first reason of me,waking up at 4.00 a.m was because of did not want to be ashamed of my friends the next day for not Qiam-ing that night.And after that,I focus back and intent it because of Allah.”

After seconds,

“My friend,that’s syirik-khofiy [syirik kecil]“

Actually,the issue is,there is an institution. Live a person who really cares about the students’ deeds.So, as a well+responsible leader,often this person asked the students about their Qiam, Sunat Prayers, Qur’an Recitation, Dhikr and etcetera.

My friend’s problem is, she thinks that she has problem with the leader-who-frequently-ask-their-deeds  issue as she is not the person who does all that  often.So, she finds it kind of hard to accept the way that leader trying to approach her to do sunat deeds.

Get it? It means that the leader did not approach her individually.Instead the leader asked publicly and leaves them with words and words and mooooooore words…

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Ehhem,I’m clearing my throat and renewing back my intention.

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Second story,

there is a young girl.In the age of 12-13 something. Her situation is like the season of spring. She receives tarbiyyah with enjoyment and taste the sweetness of  tarbiyyah happily. Yes,she’s a new gal with new experience in the school of tarbiyyah.

Once upon a time,she has a lot of seniors which she adores so much. Unfortunately,the seniors in the other hand were thirst of respect so much until  they forgotten to give love for the young as they expected the young to  respect them first.

So,live all of them in a gloomy environment where the juniors need the seniors’ love and care.

Where the juniors are still looking and still searching for shoulders to lean on and cry to.

Where they still wondering,where are the seniors that they can ask questions once they couldn’t answer

and a sister to hold hand when struggle comes.

Where is my naqibah?Aren’t she care to know what am I feeling right now?

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See my point ?

The only problem between two stories up there is, the bond between human.

The leader in the first story should  try to approach my friend individually. Show some love and care. Make some sacrifices to show how really determined the leader is  for my friend’s success in her life+hereafter.

No  judging.Oh my Allah. Judging deeds is the last thing should be done.

Not just give more words+abundant her with more responsibilities that she has to carry herself. Unless by motivating her personally day by day,that seems better.

Trust me,people get bored of words.

The second story is about a naqibah who care less of her little sister. Which also about approaching individually.

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For seniors,

stop asking for respect as it will strikes you when you show love+care for them. They need you.Every each of you.Seniors are big sisters at school. So, act like a proper sister.

Juniors,be more open-minded+don’t be shy+chill down with seniors as they will show love+care when you are comfortable with them.

I am so sorry and I apologize for my words.I am not the best,I may not be the perfect person to say this,but someone has to say it..

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There is a quote,that I paste it on my shelf. It’s ending goes like this,

“Alright! enough..enough..enough..words sometimes are hard to DIGEST! so,try reflects yourself in front of the mirror! POINT to the person you see and say it out loud!

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO GOTTA GIVE LOVE+CARE MORE,because if it’s not you,who else?”

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so once again, Love is All We Need!

.correct me if i’mwrong,do comment me .

Moh dengar cerita sambil mengisap-ngisap chupa-chup yang manis. Task ini sebenarnya disuruh oleh seorang senior kami yang suruh tulis diari setiap malam dekat sana.Bukanlah diriku di kalangan mereka yang berdiari.Kali ini akan kuceritakan dengan bahasa bercerita.Susah sikit nak faham cerita ni bagi mereka yang tidak pernah merasai.Selamat²lah membacanya.

Amaran keras 1: Sila tunaikan solat fardhu dulu.

12 March 2011

Pukul 10.30 malam sampai sekolah.Pengetua serta Guru Besar pun ada struggle datang malam² sebab nak hantar kitorang punya pasal.Tak lupa pelajar² lain yang duduk berdekatan dengan sekolah dan mereka² yang rasa rajin nak lambai tangan dekat kami atas bas. Nak mantapkan lagi kemahiran BaSeD serta kawad kami, berlatihlah kami sebelum bas yang janji sampai jam 12 itu bagi mengisi masa kosong . Pengetua dan Guru Besar khusyu’ perhatikan ketidak serasian kami dalam berkawad.

Bas sampai jam 1.00 pagi dan kami berlepas! Dalam bas aku potong²  kuku dulu..check mesej..reply sane sini dulu..lambat sikit tidur dari yang lain..

13 March 2011

Dalam bas yang terketa’-keta’ setiap jam, terjagalah aku setiap pukul 2,3 dan 4 pagi kerana jiran sebelah kerusiku yang melayan i-phone di tangannya mengeluarkan banyak bunyi dan kejap lepas tu bercalling² dan mengganggu konsentrasiku untuk bermimpi jauh ke hadapan [mintak ampun mlmh engku ]Pukul 6 pagi kami sampai lalu terus mencari tandas.Oleh kerana urinary bladder kami yang penuh terisi, beghebutlah kami semua ke tandas dengan budak utagha,timur,selatan dan baghat…

“awat hang,kami sampey dulu.hang tak beghato’ dulu ka?”

“Mu dah makey ke belung?”

“mu ‘ABC’ tokse masuk,moh aku dulu”

Kuh.kih.kah..sedikit dialog² yang tercipta. Lepas solat,sarjan² pergi ke Pulau Pangkor dan kami pun survivelah sendiri… Kami pun binalah pangkalan. Tengah² bina, sekolah lain pakai stok khemah iglu²  je. Sekolah kami pakai mendalah bernama canvas. Sekolah sediakan iglu, tapi tak sediakan batangnye. Dah tu, canvas pulak, pacak yang mike tak sediakan.

Haih,memang hati diuji betul..

[gbr di sekolah]

Haghi pertama tuan cakap,

“hari ini adalah ujian PC ,Ikatan dan ujian bertulis.esok ujian kawad dan BaSeD. Kamu semua datang untuk diuji,bukan lagi untuk dilatih! Faham semua?!”

Gurlp,Yes!

“mapuhla kami! level duo belum hadey lagi!”

“ sio-sio datey sini kalo gaga..abih dua ghatuh gitu jo..”

“diey ler mu..mulut takdo lese betu..”

Aku tak sempat nak risau. Tergelak dengan bahasa²  asing yang pekat teramat laju.Gaya macam kem bahasa dah bagi aku! Pehe dok?!

Bagi kadet fatayat sek. kami, ujian PC dan ikatan berjalan dengan smooth je.Sekolah lain kabut jugak ler bile puan mintak buat simpulan ‘abah-abah’. Depa dok pehe baso melayunye gapo,tahu rope ladders je…

Malam tu canvas kami kendur, bukak pasang ler semuler dengan ‘sabarnye’…

14 March 2011

Pagi²  lagi dah kena denda guling² jadi macam kuih onde²/melaka.sebab lambat punya pasal.biase ler tu,kem nak jadi tentera Allah bukan mudah.Ujian BaSeD dan kawad disaster.Sebab kami tak berseni dan tak belajar level 2. Apa²lah.

jam 6/7/8 tu, hujan lebat..kami² ni lari masuk kanvas yang sempit macam sardin seghamai 10 orang..memang struggle buat pintu pakai plastik sampah dan usaha menutup lubang² yang ada..dekat setengah jam duduk dalam tu..sempat kami merapu bagai.. bising macam apa dalam tu..cipta elek guna barulah..itu dan inilah..itulah namanya bonding..

15 March 2011

Tarikh ni, hari ulangtahun Masturina. Malam pukul 12 semalamya dia menanak nasi dengan tegarnya menjaga api walaupun mengantuk tahap mega.Biasanya orang yang nak bertukar usia ke usia yang lain ni akan mendapat sejenis tenaga pukal yang luar biasa [ecey,teoriku sendiri] tapi nasi dia menjadi dan terpaksa diakui lebih enak dari aku punya.

Kali ini kami tiba berhimpun lebih awal daripada semalam dan lebih baik. Aktiviti air bagi fatayat dan orienteering untuk syabab.Masa taklimat air,tuan azrul memang ‘masuk air’..budak utagha pi tanya..

“tuan,tali tu nak taghuk tang mana??”

Dan mulelah adegan² sarkastik tuan yang sangat ‘masuk air’ walaupun time tu tak masuk air pun lagi.selalunya budak² kedoh,peghleh,pineng,peghok,sg. petani..budak² utagha ni,loghat kelakar diorang kena sakat teghok dengan tuan..tahu²la tuan ape..tyme tu,memang hilang tensi!

Time buat rakit memang gila..nampak macam kukuh.sekali masuk air, tak kukuh ..mujur masih boleh survive..lambat bukan mainler tapi nak paddlenye..lepas berkayak pulak memang terasa muscle pain pada lengan..otot gaya macam nak menonjol je..:D

Floating paling best..pergh,river crossing..tapi tak sungai,cross laut..cross menghadap langit memang menghitamkan mukaku yang sedia sudah mulai menghitam..sinaran UV yang direct memang jahannamlah mukaku.. tapi still the best.

16 March 2011

Orienteering kali ni kami yang buat trek,bukan cari trek..best tapi tak cerita panjang…petang tu jugakla sarjan² dari pulau pangkor balik..turun je dari bas,lari² semua pergi sambut..tengok situasi tu,pilu pulak rasa macam sambut mak ayah dari pagar dekat airport baru balik haji..

masa memasak malam tu,makan roti sardin dengan telur ,

“weyh,rase macam hotdog lah..”

Nilah namanya hamba yang bersyukur.macam²  perisa ada pada lidah,betapa hebatnya kuasa psikologi pada diri! Kuh.kih.kah..air paip pun rasa laici..ape²lah..malam tu adalah malam persembahan dan malam terakhir kami ..yang bestnye,malam tu, adalah pulak sekolah kasi khemah iglu sebab kesian sekolah kami pakai canvas..haha! bermaharajalelalah aku malam itu dalam khemah itu setelah 3 hari tidur luar!

17 March 2011

Hari pentauliyahan..selepas dapat, ada yang puas,tak puas,nangis dan marah..yang gagal memang sedih tengok..kawan aku dari sekolah smart,gagal.mujur dia kuat,positif memanjang..hari selamat tinggal,hari menyayi,hari bergambar, hari terakhir dan hari rembat ABC dekat gerai masa balik ke tapak pangkalan..kami balas dendam sebab setiap hari lalu jalan tu tengok orang enjoy makan ABC..dush! kali ni mujur ada yang belanja..memang ni’mat all the way!

Sampai pangkalan habis packing muncullah bas jam 2 petang…nak salam kawan aku soghang ni susah betul..dia yang emosi lebih..kelakar betulla orang yang kasar ni.. tetap dia best.. sempat lagi tuan² jual coklat almond ‘aqso syarif’ dengan semangatnya..kami belilah dalam sedozen.. perjalanan balik sembang sakan..riuh rendah cite pengalaman ngarut..sampai R&R isoma kejap..naik bas layanlah pulak HKLBR dengan mlmh sekolah rendah pakai laptop..memang ngarut tahap ‘masyi’ lagi..

Dekat sekolah di sambut lagi oleh Guru Besar,pelajar²  yg rumah berdekatan pun datang.balik rumah berbekalkan muka dan tangan ibarat choki-choki susu coklat serta tangan yang penuh dengan bintat² angkara nyamuk yang ganas dan sebuah pengalaman indah  yang tiada ternilai..all I can say is,

Alhamdulillah ‘ala kulli hal…

*THE END*

Semoga mereka yang meminta ku tulis diari puas dengan cerita/catatan ini..nak dengar dan tahu dengan lebih lanjut,emosi dan semangat,silalah jumpa salah seorang dari kami..bahasa campuran ini sebab terpengaruh dengan ahli kumpulanku yang stok oghang2 utagha…terima kasih.