The Time Keeper

Mitch Albom.
The Time Keeper.

this is his latest book. i started with Tuesdays With Morrie, couple of years back; that i finished in one night with red, swollen eyes due to crying. i never cried that much in my entire life for a character i did that night. it's such a good book. you can borrow from me.

so this time around, I didn't cry as much as i did from his previous books (Have a little faith, Five People you meet in Heaven, and For one More Day), however i shed some tears like it was obligated to do so after/during reading his writing. i mean, when people talk to you indirectly about hope, about being hopeful about how we spent our life, how we're gonna spend the rest of our life in a manner that speaks directly to your heart, you just cry, don't you? The Time Keeper mentioned about how we always rush into things, rushing to the end without wanting to enjoy the moment we ever had, or the one we're having now.

take myself for an example, when i start reading a book i want to know the end so badly. never once i did flip the last page, only i have this anxiousness that makes me read faster without really appreciate what's been told. so yeah, i rush things. i rush into making decision.

"Manusia itu sifatnya tergesa-gesa". one of the ayat in the Quran. (I'm very sorry, I forgot which surah it is). there, the theory of this book is proven.

Hence, from now onward, i'll make this as one of my small jihad to overcome my weakness. to complain less, and be more grateful for all the time i have in this world. for all the time my parents', friends', sisters', families' have for me. for us.

one of my favourite line from this book is;
Moment. you either let it pass, or grab it.

light up, light up, as if you have a choice.

light up, light up

as if you have a choice,

even if you cannot hear my voice,

i'll be right beside you, dear.

run, snow patrol.

i told myself to at least write a single honest entry.
just a simple and honest.
and for that, i tend to blog about my favourite songs. i think most of my readers (i doubt if there is any) are getting annoyed by my out-loud humming of Run and Littlest thing. truth is, those two are my fave. always have and always will.

it's far from reality, really. i dont know if you could such songs could suffocate you, but it sure does to me. i guess, i'm just emotional.

i'm about to hunt down to kill a mockingbird but refused to. most of the reviews say it's a thumb-up. being different and always on contrary belief side from people's view, i decided to hold that thought. i'm quite at loss reading catcher in the rye, last year and could not find any sparks of magic in it, contrariwise from the reviews. i'm sorry if we don't see the same horizon regards to books.

a week passed, and i'm still with shadow of the wind. how am i going to make a huge progress, bila saban malam aku menelaah pretty little liars? hehs.

i'm sleepy. good night :)



just believe in your heart, and mind that: i can do it.

shadow of the wind

i am quite into photo blogging right now. that's one obvious reason for my absence in blogspot; put aside my lack of idea/ability to convey my strewed thoughts into words. nothing much really.

unify is here. thus, the constant of online movies and tv series. it's pretty little liars, for now. after all, there's not a spark of charm left for one tree hill. goshh, i used to dote upon the main characters as much i could clearly remember. tree hill is definitely one. and once in a lifetime, at that. i shall resume watching. till then peeps.

by the way, for readers out there who necessitate for a spellbound work of fiction, i recommend you; the shadow of the wind. yeap, it's a translated novel. the original one is in spanish which obviously i won't buy as much as i wanted to. but rest assured, the translator did a good job i, i think. have a try.
i read only few pages and fell right into it. gahhhhhh

 i need a new bookshelf. a pink one.

image from google 

of today. of my birthday

assalamualaikum wbt
and hii people.

i love it when it's my birthday. i wish everyday is my birthday. i love the attention. and maybe that is one of the reasons why i am so much in love with events and weddings and such. you're the centre of so called attention and attraction.

i won't say much on the storyline of my birthday. i'm turning 23. two three. can you believe that. one of my closest friends called all the way from New Zealand yesterday. we talked like forever. it's amazing because whenever i am with my good friends, i never run out of topics. the conversation is never really turning to dry one. i think that might be due to the fact that we dont really see each other much and talk everyday. oh Allah, i do truly love my circle of good friends. they're just great. the bond is just unbreakable. thank youuuu.

i spent quite much on books these last few weeks.the loss of iphone is actually a blessing in disguise. well, you know, when i had one, it was be always with me. i go through feeds on facebook every few minutes. and other websites too. i've neglect my needs for reading for which i'd say, reading is actually oxygen for my mind to breathe new perspective. if not, i feel stagnant. and nothing is worse than a stagnant mind.

here's the list of books i've read for the past 2 months:
1. Brida. bought it the day after i lost my iphone
2. The lost Symbol.
3. Five People You Meet in Heaven.
4. The Alchemist

Current reading:
1. The Last Lecture
2.A Doctor in the House. (i should've finish it before my graduation. on my graduation day, i plan to smile widely and sweetly and say to TM "I finished reading your book. and you're such my inspiration")
3.The Message from Water.

i hate to be labelled as bookworm. but guess i just am. for my birthday, i wish i could spend my time and have the strength to read more on economics.

this is not a good time for a book review because i'm gripped by laziness to elaborate on what i've read, but seriously, A doctor in the House is a must-read. go get a copy or you can simply borrow from me.

see,my thoughts are scattered all around. the birthday post is turninh into book review. hehe..

till then peeps.
till then.

this weekends

hi all.
whoaaa it's been a while since the last time i blog. nothing much happened really for the past 2 weeks. works are piling up aligning with the responsibilities to hold too. not in the mood to whine on that because i know no matter what, it's life and like it or not, i do still need to entertain those said responsibilities. so leave it there and i shall let myself to learn bit by bit from it

yesterday was awesome. as early as 11 am (early??) we headed off to siti's open house. i swear her mother's rendang ayam was undeniably delicious. then, we went to alamanda to see Johnny English which obviously hilarious, dinner at Johnny. later that night, stuck around at intan's place- had a catch-up session with her mother. and i found myself home around midnight.

today is nothing much too, i pre-planned to re-watched Up however the clumsy me left my red hard disk in the office. what a klutz. oh by the way, for those of you, who haven't watched the smurfs, go lah watch the movie. it's very nice you know.

so now, i'm just with Robert Langdon to know more on the lost symbol. for the curious, well it's the book i'm talking about. go get a copy if you don't have one. seriously, best.

till then for now

p/s: Dan Brown's books are meant for reading, i think. since when it goes into movie like the previous two; The da vinci code and Angels and demons are just simply..hmmm less interesting. so please, read!

till then!

1st-please be bothered

I don’t really possess a decisive mind? do i?

Well, as I just decided to read more on non-fiction, (un)fortunately I pretty convinced my time will be occupied with reading my newly purchase books. Three (3) of them altogether.

 1. Mitch Albom; have a little faith

2. Jeffrey Archer; Cat o’ Nine tale

3. Dan Brown; the lost symbol

But hey, I’ve been craving for the lost symbol since forever and tell you what, it was in my list for a long long time. I shouldn’t let myself wait for that long, hence the book on my study table. Hehs

Do I really have to justify myself? Nah.. didn’t think so.

Lets moving on.

Does anybody care to tell me how on earth this yellow song is compelled to be so enthrall and spellbind? Errr..

I have a lot going on in my mind before I finally made myself sit down quietly on the floor, beside my historic study table, and now all I have is a blank mind;forcibly trying to string gushing of words together before the ideas slip away. The problem is my fingers can’t keep themselves from the delete button on the right side of this damn keyboard. So you tell me, how am I supposed to go after my celerity thoughts? huh..another phony excuse for lack of ability to really transform my thought into the form of words.

One good thing I’ve learnt along the years to pursue this one hobby of mine- blogging that is, that I cannot be afraid of what people are gonna say or usually judge on what I wrote. But of course, I must not consciously and purposely write just to sting people’s feeling which I won’t. I think I have a whole lot more to write about than just to entertain the fellow readers with calumnious entries. So there, my point is, usually we bloggers are judged by the way. Don’t take it too deep. It brings nothing but bitter, really.

Every so often, I got asked by some individuals on whether I’d be concerned on the subject of how many readers do I have. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t care less on that matter. I guess, it depends on your purpose of blogging. If you want to be gratified with constant feedbacks (which I don’t classify as bad either) for every post, in that case you may feel troubled if there is no reader. Unlike me, who just blog for fun, sharing morsel of my on-going yarn to some friends and even strangers. It’s good to have someone reading to my endless bellyache and grumble at the end, and it’s better when your good friends personally ask you about it and discuss over the phone or messengers. For what is worth, just do blog based on your intention and heed less on what others may think. if they do judge you, it's based on superficiality only. one can never be so damn honest in writing, revealing everything. and for that matter, they dont know you unless they're close to you personally.

On the other note, I couldn’t care less of my placement. Seriously. Ok, that’s one big fat lie. Of course I do seriously care about it. my life depends on it. haven’t I convinced you guys enough during interview? Now I think I should’ve really winked at one of them and flash million dollar smile. (did i wear lipstick on that day? errr do i ever have lipstick in the very first place??)  Just kidding.

I’m just hoping for the best from Allah. He knows best, that’s proven to be true scores of time in the past years. Have a little faith cuz it brings great deal of good.

p/s: just stop thinking what others may think about you, because more often than not they don't. just go on pursuing what you want to pursue, true friends stand by you. it all that matters. the rest, well.. you decide.

before dawn

"There is a distinct difference between a wise man and a clod. That can be heard when they are speaking. One shouldn’t look up herself or himself too high. You might stumble if your eyes are fixed to the skies instead of the front. One, might also trip if he walked while looking back."

Spread the florid table-clothe on the lush green grass under a yew tree, overlooking looming mountains on a fine day with some scones and a pot of tea should be lavish enough for a twisted soul like yours truly. A girl needs some nature therapy, trying to figure out her life; placing the missing puzzles. Oh, how I wished a plane ticket to Bristol or Bath mayhap, lying on my study table when I open my eyes in the morning. Too much of daydreams bring not so much good. Bear that in mind, girls (and boys).

I’ve been immersed myself into A Knight in Shining Armor until my eyes went red and moist. That’s the effect of reading from computer screen, so-called ergonomic. I put a halt on the reading and planning to venture into something else that usually comes up either watching movies or anything on TV; the two tedious options I pledge as boredom by heart.

Most of my friends took part-time job while waiting for our application or placement to be responded. At least, they do have something to do during the day and are enveloped with tiresome as the night approached. Thus, they easily drift off into a deep sleep. Unlike me, who is still wide awake in the middle of the night and only will be able to sleep when the sun rises from the east. Looking on the bright side, within a month I managed to finish my reading on some books that I bought like a lifetime ago. hehe.. Talking about procrastination, here’s the queen with enormous baroque pearl tiara on my auburn head. Auburn?? My ass, tummy. Just kidding.

It seems like reading is the sole choice I have to fill up my time besides watching TV which I have done more than a lot lately, and I have no desire to watch anymore series or movies that I fervently download before I kissed warm goodbye to UTP. Flashing back to the time where Gwyneth Paltrow still dated the foxy Ben Afflect, I think I’ve much more than reading to do during holiday. Oh yes, being a kid is very much wonderful, nay? and the perspective of paying my own bills, renting house or apartment, or going over for a visit to car dealer are still alien matters for me to swing. However, that’s how life going to treat me soon. Very soon.

So my friends, who are in the same heels, don’t waste and linger around your house without doing nothing if you too don’t have part-time job. Let us together pick a book from the shelf and read. Jadikan budaya membaca amalan kita.

a close friend of mine told me that there’s no such thing as nothing to do because there are many things that can be done. Such as, as a muslim, it’s good to read and understand the holy quran translation every now and then. After all, that is the greatest book amongst all. Even the big-time bestsellers cannot compete with that.

And thereby Hangs A tale

Just finished reading And Thereby Hangs A tale by Jeffrey Archer. The kind of book that will be picked up every now and then for reading, I must say. All the short stories caught my attention definitely but there are a few I sorted out to be my favourite.

I’ve to admit, this is my first time reading his works and captivated by his words. Nice one!

Happy reading everyone :D