Another rerun.

I miss this space. That so-called place where I used to blurt out whatever crowded the petite mind of mine. It's funny how easy it is to just ignore this space after all its years of good use, leaving it virtually dusty.

FR4T!

Give some loveeeeeee to these people! ... that are raising money to buy tents for their school scouts!

A mini project for the scout's club of SMK Bukit Rahman Putra conducted by my sister and her little group of friends. You see, the scouts in that school are little left behind, or more like left out in terms of getting support from the school. Sucks, I know. I was once the Vice President for the club before I transferred to MRSM Langkawi. Total history. So, they're raising money to buy tents for the scouts! How thoughtful is that! It's sad seeing our scout juniors tent-less. I swear, it's really saddening. So hey, do support them! Buy these pretty nifty shirts for a quite reasonable price! My little sister designed it herself, she got the skills from her kakak! Perasan sebentar ye.

Size	Shoulder	Chest	Short Sleeve	Long Sleeve	Body
XS	16"	36"	7.5"	20"	26"
S	17"	38"	8"	21"	27"
M	18"	40"	8.5"	22"	28"
L	19"	42"	9"	23"	29"
XL	20"	44"	9.5"	23.5"	30"
2XL	21"	46"	10"	24"	31"

The available sizes are from S to 2XL. If you guys are interested, which I'm sure you lot are! You can order from me by simply leaving comments down below.. or just give my sister, Asma Hamid a ring, nudge, text or whatever if you know her.

Hi, We Meet Again.

I hope you miss me as much as I miss you, dear blog. Even though you are not technically alive, but I'm sure you have some hidden feelings as well. Or not.

It's funny how I used to have the tendency to write something daily and not leave a page blank, not even for a day. And now, not even giving a single damn about it, leaving it abandoned for a while. Well this is simply because.. People get tired or bored and so with the same typical routine and they just have that heavy feeling to move on. But one day, they'll start to miss the same old routine again and somehow find their own way back to it. Make sense? I think so.

The need to change.

Surely there are things that constantly play around in our mind.. about changes. Changing for the better. Changing to be a better person. To be clearer, changing to be a better Muslim/Muslimah. Of all the Islamic conventions and conferences I've been to, it had surely planted some of these 'needs' to change somewhere inside my heart. But then again, sometimes I ponder on how these needs to change exist in the first place. Is it because I just naturally want to change? Or is it due to seeing all the other sisters, physically, that made me want to be like them? Or is it because I have most probably gain a bit more taqwa. Or is it because I know what is right and I know I have to do it? Or is it just because I want to impress other people? No matter how these needs existed at first, I have to constantly remind myself that if I want to change, it will be for and because of Allah. Lillahi Ta'ala. Starting from the basics, from the way I dress. I can't deny the fact that the things I wear casually fits the whole completely covering the aurah, but hey! I'm trying. Beginning with the lengthening the hijab to the suitable length, then loosening the clothes a bit here and there, and walla! And that's how you do it, mes amis! And that can be one of the more reason for me to go for a mini shopping spree once in a while! Which I honestly love. Insert some high-pitched giggles. You see, changes are not that hard nor simple. We just have to give it a go and take small steps, even baby steps! It's the effort that we put into it that counts. There are like a gazillion things we can surely improve on.. I swear, I feel like I'm writing one of those essays for SPM right now. Which I miss.. Okay back on track. Wanting these changes and implementing them into your life will no doubt bring something different to your heart, it's like as if you're feeding your heart. As tiny as making yourself drink sitting rather than standing up or walking about. (However.. that somehow will make kind of a big difference because it will lower the chances of you getting a heart problem and yada yada.) But, you get what I mean! And finally, above all, Istiqamah with the changes! There is surely no point of changing for a day or two and crawling back to your old routine. We will beyond doubt not gain anything for it! So bare that in mind. Let the thoughts roam in your brain. And hey, it's Ramadhan, the month reflection and the renewal of soul. There's no better time to start rather than now!

A little note from me to you. And this is supremely a reminder to myself as well.

RAMADHAN AL MUBARAK! 

Well, Thank You.

Sit back and relax.

Our minds are usually clustered with the things that we want. The things we have wished for, but were never granted. Our minds are more fond of figuring out why we didn't get this nor that. But hey, have we ever just sat back and pondered upon those things we didn't even wish for or even thought of, but Allah have granted them to us? Think about it. When were we ever satisfied with everything Allah have given to us? When were we ever thankful for every single meager bit of our life? Are we even thankful right this second?

Carpe diem.

Sometimes, it's necessary to make unnecessary things necessary. Such as, making a somebody that is totally foreign to you smile because their face is just obviously plastered with sadness. These little things, for sure, will lighten up that somebody's day effortlessly. Life is short. We will never know when our soul will be taken by the Almighty. We will never know how long we have left to enjoy the life we're living now in this very world. So, what say you?

Carpe diem! (as long as it's still in the boundaries of His laws)

Just a little note, from me to you.

The Truth.

You know what your problem is? You get attached, fast. And once you’re attached to someone, you do everything you can to please them and make them happy. It’s never been about what you want, it’s always everyone’s needs before your own. You give out too many chances to people, who quite frankly, do not deserve them. They take advantage of you, and you become a pushover. But you’re okay with that, because they’re in your life and that’s all you ever really wanted. And even if they screw you over, you’ll still be there for them. Because that’s you, that who you are. Once you get attached to someone, they capture your heart and they always have a place there. And that is why it’s so hard for you to let him go.

- Some random tumblr.

Hidden Inside.

I've never been one of those type of gadis melayu that hold grudges against people. Peculiar and unexpected things that never ought to happen, happened. I tend to let it be. I let it be to the extent where others would think it would make such a lovely hobby to step all over me and thrash me continuously over time. As if they were the Mister Geppetto and I was the Pinocchio they had in control. Played. Lied at. Pushed away. But they all say. Let bygones, be bygones. That cliche quote I chant to myself to sleep every night, praying that the past will behave and stay as it is and not make a daring move to repeat itself. Praying that those in the past, shall remain as the past and not come up to me abruptly and drop a friendly hello that will naturally dishearten the soul.

Stay tough, girl. Keep that heart at rest.

Recovering.

Long awaited new post, eh? I've just been having those days where nothing post-worthy will somehow magically appear inside my darling mind. So wutsup?

Last month was a compilation of drama, drama and more drama with the self. Yeah, I tend to do lots of self-talking, self-quarreling and self-blaming. But I'm over it, Alhamdulillah for that. No longer that peculiar lass that sulks in the middle of the night, freaking her own self out. I just tend to get all melancholic at wrong timings. Been forcing myself to get the lazy self to go to driving classes every single weekend, which have been replacing my slothing around moments in my cosy bed with endless collection of movies. Which was indeed a wee bit stressful. My driving skills 70.12% depends on my au courant mood, that I can't deny. The times where I was all pissed off, that's the time where everything went wrong. Not pressing the clutch and controlling it well enough and shits like that. My mind tends to wonder off while driving as well. That aint a good thing either.. So, whoever that's hitching a ride with me. Pre-warning, you guys better watch out & get your headgears on.

Am I writing a recount or what?

Heck, who cares. Last week was filled with exams, exams and more exams. First mid-term exam ever in college, yo! No need to be all excited, Aisyah. You didn't do so well did you? Well that question will be answered next week.. or the week after.. or never. That sounded nicer. The exams weren't mind-confusing nor that eye-boogling or whatever you guys call it. Quite moderate. Probably this brain of mine is somehow still wondering in its fairytale wonderland hasn't awaken yet, just yet. I just need another wake up call. Just wait for the results man! If it's 3.5 and below, I'll probably find myself a ditch to hide and never be seen again. Just a thought. But, good news! The P license is in thy hands! Passed the JPJ test smoothly. Happy lass right here! Weren't so happy 'bout the JPJ instructors' attitude though. 2/10 for that mate, yes, I am rating you!

So, what's next? S bloody P bloody M result on the 21st March 2012. Aint all geared up yet to confront the truth but nothing but the truth. I'm just hoping for the best. I've tried my best. So, insyaAllah, with Allah's will, I will achieve whatever is the best for me. MRSM Langkawi, get ready your red carpets 'cos the Veace VII clan will be conquering the school again on the 21st!

Au revoir! Gonna enjoy some John Carter now!

Oh yeah, I need a pretty sleek new domain, anybody willing to chip in some ideas? That would be wonderful, thanks!

An Enigma.

Nothing in life is as perfect as we expected it to be. Regardless on how long we've planned it or how much effort we've put into it. Everything is in Allah's hands. Sometimes I tend to feel as if I've floated into some other realm, where sadness nor frustrations do not exist. Insecure, that's what it is. I tried to keep the unwanted feelings locked away, six feet under. But deep down, I know, I'll have to confront these things in life someday. Whether I like it or not. Everything in life happens for a reason. Right now, I'm striving my best to keep things real. Nothing should be able to play me and mock me around like a lifeless puppet anymore. Another fresh kick-off!

{A lil' something to ponder on;}

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.

Allah! There is no God but He,

the Living, the Self-subsisting, the Eternal.

No slumber can seize Him, nor sleep.

All things in heaven and earth are His.

Who could intercede in His presence without His permission?

He knows what appears in front of and behind His creatures.

Nor can they encompass any knowledge of Him except what he wills.

His throne extends over the heavens and the earth,

and He feels no fatigue in guarding and preserving them,

for He is the Highest and Most Exalted.

(Al Baqara: 255)

Back to square 1.

What am I up to lately?

This lass is now an official student of CFS IIUM PJ. 18 years old (still 13 at heart) and currently clueless and hopeless. To be honest, I'm a wee bit lost here. Everything is fantastic so far and I'm currently surviving! But then again, back to asrama life, the awesome thing is that this place is nearer to home compared to Langkawi. (well, duh) Class starts today and I'm hoping everything will turn out just fine, insyaAllah! :-)