Help me, Ya Allah :(

This is stupid because I'm too scared for something like this.

Ya Allah, give me the strength to go on tomorrow. Give me the will to succeed tomorrow.
Ya Allah, make tomorrow easier for me. Please oh please, ya Allah.

Stupid, I know. JPJ je pun. But you have no idea how freaked, scared, horrified, feared, terrified and NERVOUS I am. Pray for me, thanks :'(

When Colours Speak More than Words

Assalamualaikum and a very good day.

These past days I've been doing this 'job'. It's not a business but it's a hobby I've been into. It started when I showed Kina this blog of my friend's and the business she was running. I haven't played with these stuff since a long time ago, so I gave it a try.


So, these are beads. I've played with them since I was very very tiny. I bought about 3 or 4 containers of these. Usually I do them for fun and then it will eventually decay somehow or just shatter into pieces. But now I'm all grown up pff and I've decided to make necklaces out of them!

Yep, One Direction haha

This is my sister's. I'm selling it to her for RM3 ! Haha, she is very the kedekut :)

Specially made for Kina :)

So those are some of the ones I'm making. Some of them didn't turn out so good and some of them kind of did. I showed some to my sister and she asked me to do some for her. A thunder. And I did do it but it was smaller than I thought it would be. I charged her rm3 for that tiny thing! Haha, okayy. This is no business or such, just a hobby. Yet if I'm selling them to some people (my sistah! :D), more like forcing her to pay. My dad said, 'buat la business.' Ah, business? If someone is willing to pay rm3 for one I don't mind muehehe but a real business? No way ho zey. I'll end up bankrupted! Maybe after this I'll start making key chains instead.
Oh yeah, remember when I said my friend was running this kind of business (scroll back up if you have short term memory), here's her blog.

www.naqibahnordin.blogspot.com

Well, I hope my hobby lasts. So far I've made rm6 from my sister! Yeay me! :D Adios.

Marshmallow Disease

Those are marshmallows. Yummy, right? I've never eaten them before. I don't know how they taste like. When I was small, my parents told me that they weren't halal. Of course, we were not in Malaysia so mostly everything was not halal. But I assumed ALL marshmallows were not halal, until now. Then I figured that Gelatin in those marshmallows made them not halal. And that gelatin is extracted from beef. We have no idea if those beef has been slaughtered or not according to the right principles of Islam. So, are you 100% sure you're not eating marshmallows containing beef gelatin? If you eat those with vegetable gelatin, then it's fine. I'm not being hysterical or anything but that's why I've never eaten marshmallows. And that's why I seemed surprised why my friends eat marshmallows without looking at the ingredients. And that's why I seemed surprised when Walls ice cream inserted marshmallows in their ice cream. Just to be sure, look at the ingredients of the things you put in your mouth, to be 100% sure it's alright. Not to scare anyone but that's why I never crave to eat marshmallows even though some of you love them very much. Opinions, that's all. Adios.

Give me the marshmallow or I'll blow your head off

Do you recognize ze intro?

I was bored and I haven't played for some time. But when I did, this song came up.
I slowed it a bit though and look at me fingers, zey are like ze dark chocolate :)

6 Haithams and the 3 Exs

Assalamualaikum.

Early in the morning I went to the bus stop to wait for the 500 Nadi Putra bus with Kina, Sal, Sab, Mas and Alia. I got there at 8.10am and waited for them. A bus came and waited for about 5 mins yet the girls still didn't come. I was devastated haha. But then they came and we waited for a few minutes. We were worried that the bus had a delay till 915am lol. Lucky. And we got a perfect 'pak cik drebar' that took us around Putrajaya, then finally arrived at Taman Botani. There, we met Faiz Aqeel, Kurus and Joko.
So, it was time to cycle! It was pretty cheap, RM2 for a bike. We took 3 singles and 3 doubles, which I highly regret :/ Why? Because the gear was ?$#!@. We could have changed it but we were already far. So, wth. And seriously, I sweated A LOT! My shirt was soaked. Don't blame me, blame the bike :)















Well, after that we hit Alamanda to bowl. It was 4 on 4, kind of. It was Sab, Mas, myself and Kurus. Then, Faiz, Joko, Sal and Kina.



Results?
Then off to Rasamas, which made me eat soup AFTER eating the rice.


Then we just took photos :) And waited for a bus for an HOUR. Pheww. But it was an awesome day with them. Hope to meet again guys. Till then, adios.

I will improve my expressions while taking a photo LOL and I didn't put every single picture here jyeah

Bring Back the Old Times

I don't know why but it's 2.47am and I have to wake up pretty early tomorrow yet l I'm typing. And I'm waiting for The Big Bang Theory to download.

I'm not good in essays usually and I always come to dead ends when writing something. But I want to write a lil' on my old school days. Why? Because for goodness sake, I miss school. It's been a few months since the last day of my schooldays. And for someone who's been praying for it to end at that time, is now missing it very much. Believe it or not, I've been to five schools since i was young.

Central Public School, Kingston, Canada

Sekolah Sri Murni, Cheras

Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Putrajaya Presint 16 (1)
Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Putrajaya Presint 16 (1)

Sekolah Menengah Sains Bagan Datoh

If you ask me, I've been to many types of schools. From a public one, to a private one (which is now an international school), to a government one and to a boarding school. Fuh, I've been through them all. Schooling in Canada is more than you can imagine. I stayed there until I was in Grade 1 but I've learned so much. And seeing back the photos, I couldn't help but to smile. Then when I moved back to Malaysia, I had not learned Malay that much. I could understand it but I couldn't speak very well using it. So schooling in Sekolah Sri Murni (SSM) was hard. The first week I cried like hell. And one time I didn't know that the Muslims had to be separated to learn Agama, but I stayed in class. And I learned Moral! Every single time the teacher asked me to read a Malay passage, my answer would be, 'I don't know Malay'. So the first few weeks, I was lost and scared. Plus, some of the girls gave me a hard time then. Until now I can't remember when I started to learn Malay. But who ever is the one who taught me, THANKS! :)
Moving on to my third school, it was fine. That time it was called SKP3 and I was sent into 5 Luhur. Not many friends at first but then I met a few. The first test passed and I remembered what happened. For my English test, I got an A if I'm not mistaken, and my classmates where like, 'she has beaten Movindh!'. I didn't know who Movindh was so I kept quiet. Then I knew that he was an Indian boy from the first class and was very very good in English (until now). No wonder he was so famous. Later, my friends said I have been chosen to become a prefect. I had no idea but I actually thought it was for just a day! LOL But then I realized it was kind of permanent. So, I became a prefect and later the Assistant Head Prefect (didn't do much work hihi). From form 1 to form 3, I stayed at the school beside it, which was the secondary school. No words could describe that school. It was a bunch of everything. And Form 3 was amazing! Luckily my friends from there are still my friends now :)
For the life in a boarding school, wow. From being nothing to actually turning into someone, I'm grateful. Alhamdullilah, SABDA has brought so much change in me. To talk about the whole experience is not possible. It's beyond amazing.
Who can ever bring back those memories? Me? You? However, the best thing I have since all those years are my friends.

Thank you guys, for making school easier for me :')