Happy Monday :)

somewhere only we know :)

beautiful view

French chick on the loose.

In all honesty and in deep frankly speaking,

I do truly hate doing presentation packs.

There! I said it.

As usual, whenever my mood seemed to be off for the day, the very first place i think about would be my bed, pillows and the piles of books that are waiting anxiously to be read by yours truly. I don't opt for mundane verbal communication unless it's all about jokes on this very special day because trust me, you won't like my reaction which usually would be less interested in whatever stories we are talking about because of my mind cannot focus when i'm down.

I love my bed and my pillows. Now i have new addition to the family which my pink teddy bear; the one that i dont hug very much. Pity you.

So today's reading is about how habits arw formed in our brain theoretically. The book tells which part of the brain that creates habits. Very scientific information yet nice to understand and tell you what, interesting. Happy points for today :)

With the purpose to elevate my mood, one of the suggested ideas is to do things you love. Then this idea came into mind.

I used to love listening to french songs so much back in school since the only time i could was in the frech class. Youtube was still pretty much alien at that point of time, so bear my appreciation towards every opportunity given for that purpose. My french teacher introduced us tovLara Fabian, might be one and only french singer i adored for years before i knew to do some research myself for a few good songs myself.

Listened to the good french oldies for a few good hours and now ready to depart to dreamland. I discovered ne me quittas pas was not originally from Nina Simone. It was Brel's. Cant remember his first name. I'm aware that my next statement would make Simone's fans beg to differ but really one of Brel's live singing that particular song all the way back in 1959 was just too good. So yeah. Thats about it.

Bonne soir!

Before ;)

I take train to office. Sometimes, i sing along with the songs played on my mp3. I dont intend to reveal the tracks i listen to because well, it'll bore this post. Sometimes, i would silently sit and read, not knowing what happen around.

And today, just like any other i take train go office. My thoughts shifting from Before Sunset that i recently watched and liked of course and also to do some mental calculation for my saving to somewhere only I know, and thinking on how Cinta Antara Benua has indirectly impacted my life regards the way i see London and the urge of wanting to go back there again. Soon, i hope.

It's true how different people have different view and perspective on things. That point itself, might be the solid reason of why Before Sunset has really caught up my attention. It's just different. Eloquently speaking your thoughts,in all honesty, and for the end side to actually perceive and understand your point is something that i'm lacking of, hence the favor goes to Celine.

I have to say that my favourite os Before Sunset,
1) the first movie of Before Trilogy that i watched
2) the contents and context of their conversation itself that really suits me and made me think the most.
3) Paris was the shooting location. You have no idea how i feel about Paris.

I've read once about how physical attraction is too common but the mental connection is rare. This movie pretty much sums it all.

Happy monday ;))

Friday morning

This reminds me of 500 Days of summer when Summer would sit and stare the city  with Tom.

Perspective.

Funny. 4 or 5 years ago, my view on Summer was so much different. I literally hate her for possessing such a fickle heart. And then, on the new year's eve couple of nights ago, i decided to watch the same movie again-out of boredom.

I noticed tiny details that i failed to realize before and that makes the movie is special and unique in its own way. It might be classified as just-another-american movie, a statement that is opposite of my personal view. There's more of if.

That is one of the reasons why i find the secret life of walter mitty is very much interesting. Frankly, my favourite scene of all; where my adrenaline rush gushing insanely- is the part where you would see Sean o'connell is actually standing on the small plane (whatever we call that) just to capture the scene of the volcano eruption. I love the idea of working hard, courage and determined. I always love that kind of attitude; values that i have yet to master.

Happy Friday!

Daisiessssss!

He waited for me near the coffee shop. the way he leaned against the wall clearly showed that my unpunctuality had gotten to his very last nerves and I could sense his rage from afar. As I walking towards him, gradually, of which my steps seemed to be like eternity, I tried to figure out what he was listening. Vindicated was the first scanty guess came to mind as he was rooting on DB for few weeks now. Covertly, I actually did fall for the band’s drummer who was a total dream, fitting just nice for a perfect crush. As much as I wanted to put a defence to my high-built ego, I feigned dull and dreary facial expressions for each time he brought up the topic.

So I nudged, and he looked down. Drenched from the afternoon shower while I was walking just now lessen down his fury due to my lateness. Not a word was spoken between us as a sign I got a free pass for making him wait.

So there, ladies and lads- my attempts to write as it turned out to be a half-baked story. hehe

I was frying my brain to come out with a simple short story but that’s all I got. Really.

That, put a big question mark on how we did really two long essays and how writers do write. Salute.

Ripped off from the news I posted on facebook and Instagram, the one that I consider its need to be mentioned in here too; Daisy. Well, the said particular movie was released all the way back in 2006. Had to admit that I built crush on the sniper (who’s also the main character) in the movie. You need to watch by yourself and go deep besides maybe trying to apprehend the meaning behind. Love, sadness, faith all are clustered and successfully revealed by acting especially from the actress. Frankly, I felt sorry for her as she left the impression to be seen as nothing but fragile and hopeless girl. Speaking of fictional epic of undying true love.

Kononnyalah. 

apa apa lah labu..

Finally, love & misadventure is safely in my possession. its maroon cover had obviously became one of the leading of some reasons of the purchase,  which seemed like essential. For the cheifreason is due to the fact that I’ve been following lang Leav’s quotes for quite a while now. suffice to say, since the beginning of my blooming interest in tumblr. Frankly speaking, there isn’t much that I adulate at heart, to my surprise because to in all honesty, I thought there is more to it. Expectation could really be a plunged killjoy. Nonetheless, it has been a warm read through hours on the flight to KK, last Thursday.

A poem entitled – A dedication, remains one of the brightest highlights of all.

I’ve always known of my doting towards the sight of sunrise and sunset (preferably from the rigs/platform), which I envision myself doing somewhere in the near future that is still impending by the way. That is a hurtful, acidic bitter fact to swallow and live with whenever insecurity takes over, once in a while. Suffice to say, that I love myself as a person a tad too much hence soaking into pitchy melancholia is somehow never conveyed as an option. Speaking of flecks of hope here.

(Dashboard Consfessional’s Vindicated is in the air)

After all, I do enjoy my job. The intermittent meaningless abyss that lunged are the curios of my longing to feel what it is like in a different environment. i think so. And for specifically that, I shall move forward, levitating my efforts to the so-called aims.

Random fact: I miss strolling Paris during the night overlooking golden and glinting Eiffel Tower. 

butterflies

I’m sitting alone in a café with iced cappuccino in front of me and the duet from Indigo ft Juliana Banos on repeat. You can go figure that particular song, if you want to. I can feel butterflies flying around in my stomach. That’s annoying, really. I meant, this phase – the kind of phase where you start to know a wonderful person in your term and you smile reminiscing about his jokes over and over again. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of the cliff, the kind of cliff that you can find in Ireland, and you almost fall down but something called “rationale” is holding you back. 

Don’t rush into love- whispers your heart.

I won’t – you brain murmurs in a soft voice, only your heart can listen to the sound of it. 

take five!

One.

It’s good to be back using the old number. I went thru with 3 different phones with it. Some things are really meant to stay, thru thick and thin.

Two.

I smiled reading one of my friend’s wish on during my birthday last month. That is definitely a quote I will always remember.

“…….. I’ve had one of the best trips in my life with you already”. My eyes filled with tears right there and then. I love you too, babe.

Three.

Today, I found out another one of many good reasons, blessing in disguise for not having him in my life. Honestly, a couple of months back, his happiness seems like a betrayal for me. The idea of someone else will be holding his hands till the end of time seems so much for me to bear, but being human I’m again being shown and led to the right track. And now, I want nothing else but a pure blessed happiness for you and me. I meant every word I said. We really should be with someone who inspires us, but the most important is, the one we can inspire too. No wonder my one of my most favourite scenes are from;

One tree hill; when Ravens won their basketball championship. Lucas came to Peyton and said

“ the one I want to be right next to me when all my dream comes true is you”

A walk to remember; the moment Landon had asked Jamie to stand between the borders and made one of her dreams come true.

Four.

The prettiest girl is the one who is happy inside and outside.

Five.

Have a great weekends you all.

what makes you, you?

What makes you, you?

I remember asking a friend of mine, what he would ask if he ever had the opportunity to talk to one of his most-admired person on earth and that was what he replied.

What makes you, you?

So yes, I did ask that question for him, in front of thousands of audience in one of the talks I never failed to attend during my stay in UTP.

I was overwhelmed. I never knew I had the courage to ask in front of the all the people, afraid if my question might be sounding so stupid comparing to the others’ which related to the current issues on economy and such. But I did, anyway.

I love this one quote from Winston Churchill, if I’m not mistaken;

Go to the direction of your dream. Live the life that you imagine.

That sounds firm and logical.

And now, let us define our dream. The ultimate dream so we can work hard and focus and be discipline enough towards those dreams. If they’re best for us, then i shall hope Allah make ease for us towards them, and if it’s not, the all the efforts towards that will be paid off with greater things that we've ever imagined.

Of Paris!

For blogging at this hour, I have not found any good excuse for this.

Hence, this is really an intended post, fresh from the office.

Today is Monday and surprisingly it doesn’t feel like one. There’s no draggy numbness or any other synonym for it. Wanna know why?

Because tomorrow is an off-day people.

There’s a slight funny in the way of people’s thinking actually. Mostly, it revolves around expectation and when you know what’s in the future is good, then you feel excited about it. That’s one or two points I’ve collected from my previous reading. It’s a good read, that one but I’m not very sure the title of the book.

But that’s not really the point I wanna write about.

During one of my trips to the toilet this morning, I realized that I haven’t convey much of my experience during the last trip.

I went to Europe people!

I think that I was very much overwhelmed by the excitement and incredulity until none of my drafts seem good enough to represent, let alone reveal my true feelings. Hence, the delay.

There were few cities all together. The chill air awaits me as I stepped outside from Heathrow Airport. It was very cold (at least, for me) and they call that summer. The wind blew softly against my face and right there and then I felt like kneeling down and wanted to cry.

“This is London baby!” – I told myself quietly.

If you knew me long enough, then you would know, for me, that London is not just a place for a visit, it’s so much more than that. basically, that city summarized partial of my childhood dreams, thanks to Cinta Antara Benua and Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayengge that I have this one solid dream to focus on and work on. I always thought it would take me longer to reach there but it was proven otherwise. Alhamdulillah..

From London, I took bus to Warwick where I would meet my darling sister and stayed there for a few days before we started off hour journey to explore Europe and discover of what it has to offer. We visited quite a few places nearby namely Birmingham and Oxford. It was good to walk along the quiet road in warwick alone since my sisters had to attend a few more classes and exams for the next 2 days or so.

From Warwick, off we went to London to catch our train to Paris. Phew!

Paris, here I come!

One of the main apparent reasons why I am so fond of Paris is due to the fact that I learnt that subject back in high school. Academically speaking, in terms of that subject, I was quite good. I enjoy the subject very much and looking forward for the classes. I wish I could say the same for the rest but well, i rest the case. I still remember how we used to sing French songs and watched movies. That, I enjoyed the most particularly.

After 3 long hours, we arrived at Paris and I was like,

Wow! Paris!

We walked straight to our hotel and with rusty French, I tried my best to converse in the local’s language, asking for directions. My sister stood there, blinking her eyes more than usual and raising her eyebrows when the locals actually understood what I was saying.

Not bad, I thought to myself.

Frankly speaking, the road naming in France was very hard to decipher. Like, really. We pushed and pulled our trolley bags around for almost one hour before approaching the motel’s doorstep. Our room was petite and very cute.

It was drizzle and scotch mist all around, the day we took long stroll along Paris. The road was slippery but that was not an excuse for tourists to walk around the city. My sister and I included. Let me tell you a bit of her. She’s different from me. Instead of walking, she prefers sight-seeing from the rooftop of the tour-bus which I am obviously against to. So I dragged her along to walk with me, looking at me sipping the hot steaming coffee/cappuccino. We had one of the best nutella crepes there, overlooking Eiffel Tower. There were a few kids running around, laughing. There was a couple with the little infant. If I were to freeze that moment for a while, that molded very beautiful memory and insyaAllah I will never let it slips from my mind. It’s one of a token that I should remember how wonderful Allah has been for me and my sister, and for us to be grateful.

In Paris, we’ve seen countless if (nude/half naked) paintings, and there was a point when I looked at my sister and said,

I don’t enjoy looking at half-naked guys these women with weird boobs anymore.

And then, we browsed through cafes and coffee shops for a quick caffeine consumption, basically it’s for me since my sister is juice of a person.

What else to tell?

Oh, the food. If you plan to visit Paris sometime in the future, Laduree is a must to go to! They serve like the best macaroons in town and I am glad my sister insisted and tricked me to go there. It was a blessing in disguise.

All in all, the trip to Paris was indeed a fun and memorable. I remember how both of us glued to the pavement the moment we turned around and saw those beautiful glinting colors of Eiffel Tower. I did shed tears right there and then, seeing the Eiffel that I used only see in the postcards, pictures and that more often than not my desktop background  standing so tall right in front of my bare eyes.  

there's always more than meets the eyes.

From Paris to KL

There was a first time for everything.

I was driving through Jalan Ampang, late this evening. I stopped for the red light, right in front of the Public Bank where you can clearly see KLCC. It was beautiful. It was very beautiful, really.

Few nights ago, I brought my beloved mother for a quiet talk after dinner. And so we did sit facing the pinkish KLCC (in conjunction with breast cancer campaign), and even in pink, they are still very beautiful, indeed. Just like the first time I saw them standing tall 13 years ago.

I think I’ve mentioned this in my previous posts few years back about my appreciation towards all the people related directly and indirectly towards this mega project all the way back in the early 1990s. seriously, from the very simple and hard work like sketching the plan to the cementing the floor, decorating, thank you very much. You’ve made a great job that is very much inspiring.

Thank you.

Been re-reading the economic crumble issues in one of the topics from A Doctor In the House, and re-pick up a few points that I seemed to miss out or forgot entirely from the first time I’ve read the book. I admire the turbulence he had to go through in solving the problems, when I’ve heard some sceptical does mention that it wasn’t as hard when you have economists and finance experts predict that to you. I truly hope these wonderful bunch of people to differ as being a leader is not an easy job. Yes, we do have those experts but remember, the final say is from the leader. I know how hard economics can be at times, and I do truly wish that with the very little understanding I  have of it, can be as well applied in my life towards Jannah. So back to the book; where commonwealth game is only a few months away, the inflation rate that jumbled like ping pong ball thrown to wall, then you can see the responsibilities he has to uphold. Alhamdulillah, all went well for those two challenging years for him.

From a brief view, economics is more or like an art. You’re dealing with parameters that constantly changing due to various reasons from inflation to political stability that can be very much beautiful for a periods of time and there comes the turbulence. Like any other field of expertise, you do have a way or maybe ways depending on how you look at your scenarios are. It’s more or less the same with our lives. We do have these parameters that determine your life marks. In the end, it depends on which lens we use to view our life.

Rest assured that there is a lot of lenses and beautiful filters to beautify our life.

With Allah’s will.

J

beautiful wisdom.

YOU, my friend, are undeniably, unquestionably, extraordinarily amazing and powerful!

Have you forgotten this already?

In case you’re stuck in a moment of temporary confusion, allow me to remind you of some truths you need to start telling yourself more often…

1.  “I do not have to settle.”

Oh, how I love your fierceness, your undying drive, the sheer wildcat intensity with which you slink through the jungle like a creature of passion – a passion that lights you up and that rises from the center of your calmest, deepest, most grounded self.

I so love it how you refuse to settle – for less than your best, for less than you deserve, for less than what it is you were made to be and to have and to do.

You won’t settle for the work that makes you a living, without also balancing in a life that’s worth living.  You won’t settle for the man or woman who keeps you warm at night, but who can’t see his or her way into the depths of your soul or the breadth of your heart.  You won’t settle for giving less than everything to your work, to your play, to your loves, to your life.

In fact, if there’s one thing you will settle into in this lifetime, it’s the belief that the greatest risk is never to risk at all.  And oh, how you’re willing to dare greatly – for passion, for connection, for the adventure of being alive.

I absolutely love it, you powerful, non-settling soul, you!

2.  “I have great reasons to trust myself and the universe.”

You’ve come a far way – from listening to the expectations and the outer shoutings of the crowds, to learning to listen to your own inner compass and your own inner voice.

You know now that the first person to check in with, always, is your deepest, truest self, and she has never let you down.  She knows when to say, “Yes please” and when to say “Heck no!”, when to lean in and when to let go.  She knows when to strike hard, when to back off, and when to slow down and breathe.

In every instant, she knows exactly what you need and exactly what to do.

And you’ve learned to trust her.

But you’ve learned to trust others too.  You know in whom to place your trust and how to let others in fully, deeply… completely.  You’ve learned it can be safe to open and let yourself be seen and heard and loved for the magnificent person you are.

Lastly, you’ve learned to trust in this crazy nest-of-a-universe that holds you and to fully rest in its inevitable care.  Storms will come in this lifetime, you know, but with time the rain and the rage and the shaking wind will subside into tranquility, and even the hardest of winters will soften into spring.

With everything inside you, without a fragment of doubt, you know this to be true.

Yes, I love the way that you’ve learned to trust – wholeheartedly, fiercely, deeply – in yourself, in others, and in the universe that holds you.

3.  “My weirdness is one of my greatest strengths.”

That’s right; you got it: You are powerful because you’re such an unrivalled weirdo.

I love all those weird little things about you – the way you snort when you laugh, the way you rock those glasses with style, and how you shake it out on the dance floor like no one else is judging you.

I love the way you show up in the world: unapologetically, eccentric-ly, wholly yourself, because who you are is the one and only YOU.

I love your individuality.  Please say you’ll never stop showing the world who YOU are.

4.  “I can continue to let my struggles open me, and not close me.”

On the days you were betrayed – not once, not twice, but again and again and again – you still vowed to keep your heart open anyway.

You were mistreated, but you learned to love others anyway.

Life sucked sometimes, but you didn’t let it suck the life out of you.

Instead of closing, you opened.

Instead of hardening, you softened.

And when life hit you hard, you chose not to die, but to let yourself be born again.

You’ve chosen love over hate, compassion over indifference, and transformation over ruin.  You are blossoming more and more every day, and I couldn’t be more proud of you.

5.  “I am still here learning and trying, even after all my failures.”

The truly beautiful thing about you is the way you never let your failures get you down – at least, not for long.

Remember that time you fell face down in the mud?

You came back stronger than before.  You remembered that, as the proverb goes, “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” and that, as Epictetus would say, “No great thing is created suddenly.”

You let your “failures” carve out your person like the insides of a canyon wall, creating something majestic and wondrous and breathtakingly beautiful.  Instead of succumbing, you let them forge you into a person of strength and of character, humility and grace.

You aren’t one to be stopped – oh no, not you.  You may have had failures in one sense of the word, but in another sense, you’ve always won.  You’ve won because you failed to give up and you failed to give in.  You kept rowing, reinventing, learning from your defeats and pushing harder each time.  Your ability to persevere astounds me, and you do it with grace every time.

You, my friend, are stronger than you know.

6.  “I am powerful simply because I am ALIVE right now.”

You, Sweet Honey Child, are worthy and valuable and mighty beyond measure simply because you were born into this world – simply because you breathe – simply because you are right here, right now.

You were IT from the very instant you were born into this weird, unfathomable, joyful and painful experience called “life”:  Worthy.  Valuable.  Magnificent.  Infinitely loved.

You were IT at your highest.  You were IT at your lowest.  You still are IT.  You are simply, purely, unquestionably, unconditionally, a ridiculously powerful human being.

It doesn’t matter who you are to others or whether you believe this to be true.  It doesn’t matter what you look like, where you live, or what you’ve done in the past.  It doesn’t matter what anybody else tells you (or what you tell yourself, for that matter).  Look me in the eyes, Wonder Woman/Superman.  You are the song in my heart, the whisper on my lips.  The reason life has meaning.

You are IT!

A letter to you.

After all of this thing, I hope you grow stronger than before.

Remember the beauty of Alps that almost took your breath away, such beauty that hardly to swallow in because it is so beautiful. That, you almost cried just by looking at the magnificent mountains covered in snows.

Remember all one thousands of dream that you want to accomplish while you still have the time in this world, remember the thoughts you have during the train journey between those mountain from Swiss to Italy. You surely want to make yourself a better version each day as the time passes by. Remember the time when you called your best friend on one cloudy afternoon and cried to her about your shattered dreams, rant on and on how he would never understand your feelings but you are selfish enough to let go off him. Remember on how you hated certain aspect of your work so much until you don’t know what to feel anymore.

Now look back. And see things clearer.

These things happen because they want to shape you to be the better version of you as you always wanted to be. There are some of your plans that failed, certain hopes that just died and gone with the wind, only for you to find out that god has better plans for you in store. For example, you surely wouldn’t want to trade your trips to Interlaken for Prague, isn’t it? See, what you don’t plan sometimes can turn out to be so well for you.

You love writing so much. That’s what you do when you are down, then write your heart out. You have a few good friends that are hardly to find as they listen to your twisted, immature sad love stories without judging and give their time for you. And you have a sister who is blooming into one of the most wonderful person you’ve ever met in your entire life, who shares the same dreams with you, who support you despite she’s also is one of twisted too. Not everyone has a sister who studied the shooting locations of your fave movies and brought you there and now happened to be one of the best memories you two have together.

So don’t tell me now you cannot further in whatever you have in mind. Think again when you feel you are valueless because truth is, what people say don’t matter as much as what god and prophet(pbuh) said more than thousand years ago, and surely what your heart and mind says the best and right for you.

I love you.

this kind of thing.

What would I do when I wake up in the morning and realize things were not how they are supposed to be, in my term?

Would I cry? Would I scream?

What would I do?

I woke up this morning with the same feeling I wake up with since the past few months. It was occasional, of course, but it surely there. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. But I smiled instead. Staring myself at the mirror with a smile on my face. A sincere smile at that.

No one ever guarantees that life would be easy or should be, at that. we go through life with different options, expectation and hope. Now, the secret is to balance the hope so it won’t be high enough which eventually will make you suffer when you dive to the ground or maybe the same hope shattered down to pieces. After all, whatever sadness, emotional turmoil that we are experiencing is nothing less just a feeling. They all shall pass. it’s actually a good thing really- to be stumbled once in a while so I can check and evaluate myself. No one is perfect, and the point of perfection can never be reached hence the room for improvement is always open for us.  

And as for now, at this moment and time, I’m still searching in one aspect that will complete me. Detaching has never really been easy for me, I will try harder for it, for it brings so much to learn from.

Till then!

The beauty of silent.

There will come a point where we learn to listen more, talk less. For some, this kind of trait resides in them since forever, and  for the rest they'll come to that when there is a change of perspective or maybe never.

I find it funny, really.

I used to talk a lot about things i like or love to a lot of people. Even, with acquintances without considering the fact that i actually steal their time mostly with some boring topics. Along the way, i find it best to cave in once in a while and pick the listener. No, it does not mean if i dont tell you i dont trust you. It's more like, i just value the privacy even more, or i am teaching myself to conceal certain thoughts that is jittery and worthless of mentioning.

Because sometimes, we never were completely honest when we voice out the opinions yet it reached to others with different meaning.

And sometimes, we just dont want people to remind us of something that is worthless remembering.

And maybe, too, this is one of aging process. :)

dust.

The person who was just randomly introduced to you, years ago, could be the one who made your heart skipped a beat early in the morning and already made up your day when truth was, it was just a beginning.

Like thunders, the pieces fall gracefully into a bigger picture of a life puzzle, composing the larger view for your own reflection. It is how it is. You love who you love. There’s no more withholding when it comes to this. When you stopped brooding over “what-might-have-been”s with some specific people or maybe some things and you’ll find peace at heart.

And I have loved you. It might not be till the end of time, but I once did. Infrequently, I ask myself if I still do. Truth is, it’s just a feeling. Like wind, it blows away if it’s not meant to be. insyaaAllah.

Of one tree hill

Scrolled down the tumblr posts made me want to run and rob kinokuniya. Really. Get myself a copy of of
Camus. Lucas had eloquently quoted him few times in one tree hill yet the urge to find out more of him was more or less none during that time.  How lah when my eyes had only been fixed to Murray's sweetest smile.  On a personal note, with all my heart, the deepest one at that;I did and still do like the opening of One tree hill for season 4. Heartbreakingly, melted each time.  Each time.

The new keypad!

Finally I can blog using this blogger aps really conveniently. Very good and I love this keypad.  Now I just have to figure the auto-correct stuff.  Heheeee.... The aps is SwiftKey, btw....

Surah al-qasas

Surah Al-Qasas, Verse 50: فَإِن لَّمْ يَسْتَجِيبُوا لَكَ فَاعْلَمْ أَنَّمَا يَتَّبِعُونَ أَهْوَاءَهُمْ وَمَنْ أَضَلُّ مِمَّنِ اتَّبَعَ هَوَاهُ بِغَيْرِ هُدًى مِّنَ اللَّهِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَا يَهْدِي الْقَوْمَ الظَّالِمِينَ But if they answer you not (i.e. do not believe in your doctrine of Islamic Monotheism, nor follow you), then know that they only follow their own lusts. And who is more astray than one who follows his own lusts, without guidance from Allah? Verily! Allah guides not the people who are Zalimun (wrong-doers, disobedient to Allah, and polytheists).

(English - Mohsin Khan) via iQuran

Allah guides not the zalim people.

Zalim;cruel.

I understand that cruelty is not only between you and me but its also from within. Like if i starve myself for weeks for the purpose of diet, that is quite considered as cruelty to the body. It is amanah and it should be taken care of.

I know a lot of you girls (its more of a reminder for my own) wanna lose some weight after raya right, but lets also take the good diet k.

Night ;)

Of lilies, peonies and roses

Flower
Is
Such
A
Beautiful
Thing

Pretty smile. :)

To be in all honesty, i am not a big fan of lililies. It was an immatured thought i had early this year when i woke up one fine morning and thought to myself

"Syazana Lilies Izzati..." is such a nice combo.

Smirks.

Therefore the renaming of almost every social network account i've owned since day 1. But really, deep down in my heart i adore roses. Yellow one!

Just that, peonies are also very attractive to my eyes these days.

I hope i wake up tomorrow with the thought

"I wanna get married... "

Heheeee.. itchy itchy mode activated. Gatal lah kau.