Wednesday, August 28

good looking out


I like the way you think and how you see things around you :) 

Thank you, cuzzie. I miss talking to you. 

Tuesday, August 27

self reminder

A lot to be thankful for.

Be grateful for.

Realize that sweaty hands is not a big deal. He won't mind even if he's not comfortable with it.

Realize that tak reti masak is nothing. Skills can be developed over time.

Just realize that perfection doesn't exist. Stop worrying about your flaws. If they can overlook them and be cool about it, you can too.

You should. Other people don't have this kind of dugaan. You do, and it should make you love yourself.

Friday, August 16

startled


i'd love to start again.

i don't know how to tell you that.

Thursday, August 15

Eid Mubarak


rindu ibu. rindu bapak. 

rindu adik-adik.





Monday, July 22

an Aussie girl

Semester 1, 2013 - Melbourne University

The University of Sydney

The Australian National University

2013's new faces

Snowboarding - Mt Buller

Sydney Opera House, Harbour Bridge, Bais - Sydney

Parliament House - Canberra

Not a single day that I am not thankful to Allah for giving me these great opportunities and experiences in this foreign yet beautiful land. Thankful to meet such lovely and sweet people who open my eyes and heart to the world around me. Thankful to my parents and adik-adik who endlessly show how much they mean to me, and I them. May He show me the path that will always lead me to Him, and His forever jannah. Ameen.

Saturday, July 20

Have you ever had a bad dream

A dream so dark, so horrible

You actually force yourself to open your eyes and wake up from your sleep.

Frowning eyebrows, wrinkled forehead, short breaths. Panicked. Scared.

My dream made me feel that way. Twice in three weeks. So bad, that I sincerely hope and pray that Allah removes me from dunya before kiamat. Pray that my loved ones are saved as well.

Oh Allah, do prepare me and my family for the hereafter. Save my friends too.

Thursday, June 13

dejavu.



it actually reminds me of our text books in Pn Hamidah's class.




but i remember liking his art on our books.

the feeling was beautiful. what he did was beautiful. 

ah i was in love back then.