tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4836817165756094422024-03-19T17:39:10.172+08:00Dear Oh-Well-PaperAinaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-36348994776704398722020-09-01T19:39:00.010+08:002020-09-01T20:44:44.593+08:00Songket di Amerika<p>Dear DOWP,</p><p>Going into my 5th day of self-isolation now and am trying so hard to keep myself productive with all the remaining free time I have for myself before dipping my toes into 2nd year of med school.....because when term officially starts, it's kinda hard for me to give my poor right brain an escapism, even more so now that all events in RCSI are going to be held online which kinda sux ( a lot ) considering that art soc's events are one of the things I would always let myself be available to even when I have card signing the day after. Thanks a lot miss rona sksksksk but one good thing that came out of all these restricted movements I would vouch for is that I always manage to come out of it with a new skill so on a personal note, I guess a sincere thanks from me miss rona? 😅</p><p>A couple of days ago I gave back-stitching a go after SO LONG abandoning it (I guess the last time I did it when I was in still elementary??). It was my first time doing it on canvas, and also my first time not being dumb enough to water down my acrylic too lol. Stabbing the canvas with jarum was the hardest part of the process, my index sakit gila and all my jarum bengkok now dy😆 but all the blood, sweat and tears (coiii) were worth it la cause I could say I'm pretty proud of the outcome, even if it it not as neat as I initially envisioned it to be but it's my first so I'll give myself a break :p *pats shoulder* (p.s. I hope my Kemahiran Hidup teacher iz proud HAHAHAHAHAH)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6HlImC27Z2GfI2QHHrOkGWaW4xk4K8jzso3PEG-PUf551twdWOeSqR4-ZYX99oxa3z61HerP02IhN3St-hrN_QcBy7KL1Ztg8iFPAuHhXjsqSGgEM66SXnBswosTrzOMYp0lMIa0Uew/s2048/IMG_4645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6HlImC27Z2GfI2QHHrOkGWaW4xk4K8jzso3PEG-PUf551twdWOeSqR4-ZYX99oxa3z61HerP02IhN3St-hrN_QcBy7KL1Ztg8iFPAuHhXjsqSGgEM66SXnBswosTrzOMYp0lMIa0Uew/s640/IMG_4645.JPG" /></a></div><p>Today I SUCCESSFULLY managed to get confirmation from a couple of doctors and fill in some important forms for the webinar series SEASoc is collaborating with Malaysian Medics International. Alhamdulillah all is good, I'm just superrrrr relieved my part of the job is done after procrastinating it ever since I touched down in Dubs. We're also having our first call tonight! I also did a cray thing......which I will speak of if only a sis manage to secure her bag😹 (so please pray that I do!! amin!)</p><p>While making french toast and finishing my last sachet of milo that expired on Merdeka day at 6AM, I suddenly got reminiscent of the inner struggles I faced when I was a teenager (yeah cause remember I'm an adult now? :p). I used to yearn so bad to travel overseas-- maybe it was FOMO, maybe it was peer pressure. Having a mom with "kalau nak pergi atas effort sendiri" as a motto didn't help either but if my mom weren't persistent with her stance I guess I wouldn't be where I am now.</p><p>My first foreign country was Brunei, tu pun by car cause my cousin married a Sarawakian and we flew to East Malaysia for their wedding. I kinda winged everything from there because I really wanted to experience. Yes, experience. I'll admit I was a bit timid when it comes to my potential and I still am, but maybe I care less now so I just do it and regret later. </p><p>So I studied (I wanted to say I studied hard but I really didn't- I only figured I actually only study yang bebetul belajar dahagakan ilmu baca before class and faham apa yang i belajar cari apa yang tak faham when I'm doing my degree, I didn't even study for realz back from my kindy to college LOL i honestly dont know what i did!! which is stupid btw because I would have gotten better opps but oh well haha) and secured myself in the top 10 during my form 1. From there I was selected to be in OKAT-1, and based on my presentation skill I managed to be selected yet again for another extra-curricular event, Tunas Saintis. I jumped from one competition to another but when I was 14 years old was when I started to leap. Twists and turns of life led me to enter World Scholars' Cup, which was my stepping stone into the real world. I'll write about the specifics of being a WSC scholar later cause it's frankly a glitz and glam life hahaha. Represented Malaysia for 2 years in a row from 2014-2015, this experience secured a spot in my life highlight reel because the ticket to my 2nd foreign country was fully-fledged sponsored by MARA! Heheh MARA muah cikeeedd 😘 WSC made me feel alive alright. I guess the adrenaline rush of bearing the name of your school and your country and of course the dingling sound the medals make when they collide with one another made me felt like I was significant? But heh, that feeling died pretty quick anyway because in 2016 MARA (or is it my MRSM? cant remember) stopped sending students to WSC lol.</p><p>In yet the same year, 2016, I was offered by a teacher to work on a microbiology project together. We lost as usual in Tunas Saintis HAHAHAHAHAH (I guess MRSM Kubang Pasu never did have a luck in that particular competition) buttt my teacher got an email a week later saying that our project was selected to go to I-SWEEEP! (Please search the title up cause it's darn long to be written here😴) It's such a dejavu moment cause I've heard about a Malaysian getting selected to attend I-SWEEEP in Houston, Texas (my 3rd and 4th foreign country sponsored again wehu!) (she won Gold btw) the first time I went to Tunas Saintis (in 2014) and 2 years later that Malaysian is me. (I didn't win gold though, got bronze but was SUPER stoked cause 1) Another Malaysian team that went with us didn't win so we were pretty bummed out at first cause they won 1st in Tunas Saintis, we didn't even get a place so where does that put us kan? When our names were announced I MACAM YA ALLAH IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING????? 2) In early 2020 that Malaysian I heard stories of became my housemate.....Dunia ni kecik kan??! Hahahaha). But anywhoo, that's where the title of this post was derived from. Songket di Amerika. So sorry it's such a long throwback, maybe because yesterday was Merdeka and I suddenly recalled of all the videos and the writings I have stored away for so long. Yes, I was so self-conscious I didn't even put up my face or my life update on instagram for like 4 years?? (can you believe my posts only consisted of skies, snapshots of puisi and random aesthetic plants??) But now I post all the time cause Idc what people say as long as my feed's nice :P Yeah I know I sound a bit ignorant but people's words have a reputation of hindering me to experiencing better moments in life, so I try to shut them down from monopoly. Sedtruth but it iz what it iz.</p><p>I used to consider form 2 as seketul ainaa reaching the peak of her plateau, but now looking back I think f4 made the biggest impact. Went on A LOT of science-based exhibitions, bagged home a lot of golds, silvers and bronzes, received the title Saintis Bestari from MARA and UPM and I got invited to be a recipient for Anugerah Kecemerlangan MARA in which I encountered many many outstanding peers and boom the sudden realization that I'm just a speck of dust in this vast galaxy hit me like a flaming bullet ceh tibeh.</p><p>Then I went to KMS and I tried to tone down a bit cause I realized I spent so much time experiencing all these great extra-curricular stuffz outside of school that I missed out on my life as a normal KL (eventhough I'm from Shah Alam but wuteva) teenager. I wouldn't say I flunked my tests but for a person who has maintained a GPA of 3.95-4.00 for 5 years of high school, I dumped my best student reputation in college straight into the dustbin hahahahah. But I enjoyed every bit of it. Went to concerts and balik at 4am, malukan diri buat video joget joget sebab nak menang competition umobile lol, panjat pagar, stayed past curfew at mamak cause we wanted to hike Broga at 5am, pull up plenty of all-nighters not studying, but just chatting and vibing at Dewan Selera and at the basketball court infront of aspuri just to see shooting stars, masuk detention berapa juta kali, dah berapa kali dah have something something with people but end up tak jadi kakakaka, tak scan masuk college, muntah dalam grab, kena panggil dengan sir nas, nangis dalam toilet, nangis kat KMB sebab kena reject EE, nangis kat bilik kaunseling LOL and a lot of other real, raw stuff happened. I could say that my life in KMS was the revelation that I needed- that I can have total freedom of myself if only I let myself to. And I'm so glad that I did wee!</p><p>But now I'm already in uni and it's only in RCSI that I have realized that I have to study properly because what I'm learning now will be applied when I'm working and my work and my knowledge will affect other people's lives so no more badgal i guess more berkahgal now haha. Life right now is more towards building connections and working to really gilap my CV cause that will be the sole ticket to reaching things in the next stage of life. Alhamdulillah, this year I'm juggling between being a VP for SEASoc, an ambassador for RCSI and UKEC's Supreme Councillor. Wanted to juggle more but let's see where life takes me eh? (pls doakan I dapat maintain my result amin!)</p><p>Ok cerita pepanjang throwback pepanjang ni sebenarnya nak cakap yang as much as I promote myself tp be 'self-made', I truly am not. I've been speaking from privilege and it's darn obvious now if you don't see it yet. I wouldn't be where I am now if it's not my family. My parents are not filthy rich but they've been my safety nets- something that I always take for granted because it has always been mine. There are also my teachers- who have taught me english and communication skill and made me a better speaker. I'm not as good as other people but this cumulative skill has brought me to many competitions, and made me won several awards and it's even super useful now in my stage as a medical student- alhamdulillah for last semester I got a full on 100 on my principal seminar (impromptu 4 minutes lecture infront of your colleagues graded by 2 doctors) which is super hard to get cause the past highest mark a Malaysian got was what- a 70? if I recalled correctly from my conversation from Mira la. I don't like to mention names cause I know people's feelings will be hurt but I guess the teachers who were prominent in my upbringing would be Teacher Marziah and Teacher Diba. Omg their dedication in drilling me in presenting, writing a thesis and debating almost every night- I could never. If they tak sedar and sedarkan myself about the potential that I have, I would be a katak <b>taknak</b> keluar dari tempurung for sure. I wouldn't berlatih dalam shower depan mirror cakap sorang sorang kalau diorang tak sedar I have the potential. I'm so sorry if what I'm gonna say is not worded properly I'm trying to convey the message realistically so apologies in advance if I sound insensitive. Consider la if I were born in a poor family and went to a normal school (I'm thankful that my mom hantar my MRSM application on behalf of me cause I honestly just wanted to go to SMKS9 back then haahahah), my confidence level would be different and the opportunities that I have pun wouldn't be as much. As a matter of fact I wouldn't be in Dublin right now. Privilege. Realizing the privilege that I have and channeling it towards make other people's lives who aren't as fortunate better. That's the main key to take away from this post. (Wished I got to volunteer once again in aug before I went back but I was just too busy😭)</p><p>Weh panjang gila.....ok jumpa anda di hari saya perlukan ruang untuk rant, bye! (tibeh)</p>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-4034714129879920912020-06-23T00:12:00.001+08:002020-09-01T16:45:48.597+08:00I want to hang out with my friends but I also want to have a bomb-ass CVSome days I'm really passionate in envisioning and planning out my life, drafting the woman I want to become. Some days I just want to chill and do nothing at home, scrolling through ig all day.<br />
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The huge leap from being a total couch potato to girlboss productive is honestly so overwhelming.<br />
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And it doesn't help at all that one of my fears is actually missing out on opportunities to achieve bigger things in life.Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-29328394455662290942020-06-05T13:39:00.000+08:002020-06-05T13:40:51.215+08:00DOWP in media<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-43638411510551736142020-05-17T00:39:00.001+08:002020-05-17T00:56:13.858+08:00Gone Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Literally me, blowing off the dusts from this hashtag-haven't-updated-in-a-""WHILE"" blog</div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">my god....when was the last time I wrote again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I don't even know how to write without emojis anymore!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For my followers, hi, it's still 'Ainaa but now without the Mania (lol). I'm now (almost) 20 years old and I'm sorry I wasn't apart of your lives for 6 years. I had other blogs of course but they served different purposes (she a poet wannabe or wutevaaa) and I kept DOWP private because people now and then be hitting me up with "Ainaa I kinda found your blog" like WHY PEOPLE WHYYY??? T-T I stopped writing particularly because I couldn't get ahold of internet since my boarding school didn't allow us to bring our smartphones (but I did anyway secretly every year and permanently starting f4 MUAHAHAHAH) hence why I had 2 diaries throughout high school- they are even more embarrassing than the contents of this blog I swear to god I can't even read them anymore. When I got into college at 17, I never wrote again...which is sad because I used to really really love writing even though I suck badly at it. Can you believe one of my cita cita dulu was actually to be the youngest novelist in Malaysia? lmaooooo</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Earlier this year I don't why but I had some sort of identity crisis where out of the sudden I got this overwhelming urge to start and post my daily thoughts (or thots if u like, JK) and rants on Tumblr like whaaa. Maybe because I was influenced by this one person who did the same in discreet so I created a new account (even though I already have an existing one) for a fresh start (sangat~~~) but it didn't last long, as expected. I also experienced the same burst of feeling this MCO with youtube butttt I put a halt on it right then and there because Idk I find it easier to draft my words when writing compared to speaking and videos take too much of my time to shoot and edit and I don't got time fo dat yooo. Gotta say bye-bye to my future income now :') HAHAHAHAHAHAH</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I mean it's different you know writing in your notes app only for your eyes to see vs writing digitally in open and be mystified by who reads and who doesn't. The uncertainty in it is what keeps blogging interesting- and also the basis that underlies of why life is worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So with a lot of time in my hands rn, I'm planning to pick up where I left off starting from 2014 till 2020.....I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE DAMN LONG SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME!! I'm not planning on editing/removing anything from this blog though because albeit all my existing pages are cringy AF (who spells lah as lha?? I CAN'T), they are still parts of me (and the parts which made all of you followed me) thus it's unfair for me to remove them just because I grew up. They're staying to serve as a reminder that I was uncool <span style="background-color: white;">😔</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji";"><span style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">🤟 </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> (It's confirmed- I can't live without emojis)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'm planning to spam my life updateSSSSS once my exam finishes this 19th SO BRACE YOURSELVES!!</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "segoe ui emoji";"><span style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;">😋</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Till then, pray my gastrointestinal biology exam will be ezpz</span>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-44678140225845160122014-11-30T01:56:00.001+08:002014-11-30T01:57:51.772+08:00Wake up callAssalamualaikum.<br />
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It's now one am and I now I havent written for Allah knows how long so I'm back today wehee drumroll please haha sebab idea pun macam dah kapoof kapoof keluar macam magic unicorn clouds and rainbows semua tu well-<br />
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A wake up call.<br />
Yes. A wake up call.<br />
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Aku pun tak tahu macammana tetiba all of the sudden boleh timbul niat di hati untuk watch video tu. One video after another, and I started to feel very very very displeased with myself.<br />
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Kenapa selalu mengeluh bila ditimpa ujian?<br />
Kenapa bila dapat rahmat happy tak ingat dunia, bila kena test sikit dah mengada nak putus asa?<br />
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Kenapa bila dapat nikmat lupa Allah?<br />
Kenapa bila tiada apa cari Tuhan,<br />
ada segala jadi Tuhan?<br />
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Kenapa senang sangat bazir masa buat benda benda lagha, leka,<br />
tapi payah teramat buat perkara perkara Allah suka?<br />
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Kenapa?<br />
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Gah. Jahil. Jahil sangat untuk fikir yang kita terlalu bagus for ourselves, jahil sangat untuk berkata yang we actually do have the power over ourselves.<br />
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Kalau betullah, betullah yang kita ada kuasa atas diri kita sendiri, mengkhinzir buta megah cakap kita berkuasa atas diri kita sendiri, can you stop yourself from blinking? Can you tell your heart to stop beating? Can you command your mind to stop thinking?<br />
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Jawapan ada pada diri kita sendiri.<br />
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And yet we run the world as if there's no hereafter.<br />
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Talking about love. Well you're not in love, you're just hormonal. Orang tu cakaplah, dia cakap. Hahaha.<br />
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You haven't controlled your temptations yet, and you called it love?<br />
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Fikir balik.<br />
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When you're in the midst of hardship and you feel like giving up, futur,<br />
ask yourself- "What will Allah gain by punishing me?"<br />
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Nothing. He gains nothing.<br />
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Tepuk dada tanya iman.<br />
Assalamualaikum.Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-25110844007732040182014-07-29T21:16:00.000+08:002014-07-29T21:16:03.613+08:00Eirrom<i>"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?" he says.</i><br />
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<i>The tension of opposites?</i><br />
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<i>"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.</i><br />
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<i>"A tension of opposite, like a pull in a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."</i><br />
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<i>Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.</i><br />
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<i>"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."</i><br />
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<i>So which side wins, I ask?</i><br />
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<i>"Which side wins?"</i><br />
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<i>He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.</i><br />
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<i>"Love wins. Love always wins."</i>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-59047261226202605482014-07-01T11:18:00.002+08:002014-07-01T11:19:04.923+08:00Pesan"One day when you grow up,<br />
I don't really know when...<br />
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you're going to face a conflict with yourself.<br />
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Now that's your turning point.<br />
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Either you change drastically, ataupun kamu jatuh merudum.<br />
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Pilih mana satu yang kamu rasa terbaik."<br />
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- Cikgu Hadidah, 01.07.14Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-30511979662310537522014-06-17T08:40:00.002+08:002014-06-17T08:40:56.537+08:00ConfessionHaiii so I don't really know how to type the type anymore, main taram jelah eh.<br />
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The other day I got assigned on the topic literature. It gets a little bit messy when it comes to poems sebab dia abstract sangat dan ya, aku baru tahu otak aku tak se abstract yang aku sangka maap maap.<br />
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Banyak je buat sentap yes yes tapi yang paling kikis dia sentuh pasal kehidupan. One poem, and another one is a greek movie if I'm not mistaken.<br />
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Kadang kadang kita buat kerja tapi kita tak tahu sampai bila ada penghujung.<br />
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We keep repeating the same things everyday, life grew mundane and I'm getting tired honestly.<br />
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Setiap hari aku bangun basuh baju, sidai baju, pergi surau, breakfast, sekolah, dm, surau, prep, angkat baju, iron baju, mandi, surau, prep, dm, tidur. Penat tau bila kena ulang benda sama haaa.<br />
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Lepastu cuba widen the tunnel of my mind. Bila masuk alam kerja pun buat sama, takde kelainan hahahah shallow gila kan pandangan but yes I get bored and tired. Tu yang aku decide nanti aku tak nak kahwin sebab bila kahwin kena gosok baju suami pulak lahai baju sendiri pun malas nak gosok ada hati ceh ya Allah 14 baru 14 pffft<br />
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So in conclusion, all these things are the things that have been found running out and about my mind all day. Bila kapal terbang mendarat haritu, the minute it landed all I could think of is to run away from all my responsibilities, my obligations. Sekali paaap dapat tawaran yang masatu I cant even decide whether if it's a burden or nikmat.I really do think it has something to do with that weird dream I dreamt haritu. Tapi alhamdulillah, started from the bottom now we're here. Man jadda wa jada, innallahama'ana.<br />
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And now I live in a constant fear that great things don't happen twice. Sigh, pray for me. :)<br />
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Oh lupa ramai gila balik kot sebab conjunctivities tak aci tak aci tapi aci dekat india okay tak lawak tapi tetap nak balik why is this happeninggggg<br />
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haha i'm out, kelas nak habis so bye bye, assalamualaikum.<br />
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PRAY FOR ME!!!!!<br />
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<br />Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-3444698690246843892014-06-06T05:00:00.001+08:002014-06-06T05:00:20.789+08:005amLife is uncertain.<div><br><div>Uncertainty is blind faith.</div><div><br></div><div>So why do we believe in something we're not sure of?</div><div><br></div><div>In the end everything will hurt you,</div><div><br></div><div><i>You just gotta find something worth hurting</i>.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-62457153540586007752014-05-31T23:23:00.001+08:002014-05-31T23:24:48.798+08:00Difference<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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That's the thing about hearing- a physical process where no human being can escape from.<br />
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Whilst on the other hand, listen,<br />
it's when you deepen the meaning of a message or truly get the point someone's preaching- and that,<br />
<i>is fundamental.</i>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-30194805710945577132013-12-27T14:32:00.000+08:002013-12-27T14:37:54.138+08:00KelabuAs I talk to people, I realized one thing.<br />
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I'm the person from the past.<br />
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Bila aku cakap je mesti sebab aku reminisce something from the past, semuanya dah pernah berlaku, never benda yang tengah happening. Don't believe me? Look at my blog posts, kebanyakannya throwback benda benda lama.<br />
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Benda benda dah pernah berlaku.<br />
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Haritu ujian sem II maths, satu hari tu aku tak belajar. I read this one novel, Kelabu.<br />
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It changed my whole perspective about the world and I no longer live in my shallow mind.<br />
Guess what, Amir (his actual name is Amira) has become my lelaki impian ever since hahahaha gila kan macam les. But seriously, his personality is just wonderful and I would like to find someone like that, whom talks about metaphors I'll never think about and ideas that people least expected.<br />
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"People are so hung up in the past that they forget to move forward"<br />
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Lebih kuranglah macamtu dia cakap, which kept me unease the whole day. Sebab lama dah terperap dengan kata-kata orang, well people talk kan?<br />
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Buku tu mind opening, yang dunia ni luas. And till this day I'm still wondering if my world is black or white, or maybe just grey, like his.<br />
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Aku study maths lebih kurang 9.30 malam, semata-mata nak habiskan buku tu kalau tak buat exam resah je terfikir ending.<br />
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So yeah look at me, I'm talking about the past again.<br />
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Haih.<br />
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((1432))Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-50861607118498729102013-12-08T07:25:00.001+08:002013-12-08T16:55:22.124+08:00Kata kata"Kenapa kau selalu defend dia? Bila orang kutuk kutuk kau dia lah tukang tambah"<br />
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I want someone to defend me too."</div>
Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-31885608983317568852013-11-30T03:04:00.001+08:002013-12-01T21:07:04.233+08:00JudgeAku suka orang nama siti, because for me orang nama siti nampak ayu, sopan and sangat lembut, lovely. Aku suka dimples and I hate the fact that it looks good on people though I know lesung pipit tu sebab ada prob with muscle pipi. To be honest, aku suka stalk orang wakakakaka.<br />
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But yet again, do these statements define myself?</div>
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Betul ke kau dah 'kenal' dia?</div>
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<i>((0303))</i></div>
Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-91214278907362963812013-11-24T17:20:00.001+08:002013-11-24T17:34:16.062+08:00Havocest month #1Assalamualaikum.<br />
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My havocest month this year would be April, frankly speaking. Sebab? Two most memorable events had occured in that month macam wow I can't even breathe.</div>
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Ingat lagi malam tu. I was wearing my blue 'manga book' ((as said by dinayam)) baju kurung. Haritu perempuan outing, tu first time pergi rumah tok su waktu sekolah hehe. Dahlah kitorang baru balik from camping, ya Allah memang penat tahap tak boleh explain. Tidur rumah toksu tu baru rasa relieved segala beban.</div>
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Balik balik je, malam tu dah gila dah. Dekat surau everyone baca yaasin, starting dari first jeritan by Akak _______. Lepas maghrib je, semua pelajar aspuri kena pergi block acad.</div>
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Sampai block acad, move on jelah prep malam. Everyone can't seem to be stopping talking about what happened, sebab selalunya benda ni berlaku dalam kelompok minor je tapi sekarang dah merebak. Dalam tengah cerita tu, tiba tiba Nurin menangis. I asked her why, lepastu dia tak nak cerita. Desak desak desak baru dia nak buka mulut.</div>
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<b>"Ainaa, sebenarnya kita mimpi awak. Awak kena makannn!"</b><i> lagi kuat dia menangis.</i></div>
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So takpelah, I soothe myself and then continued my work- writing my name and class on my pinjaman books. ((Baru sekarang nak tulis pffsh)) And then we heard an announcement, "Perhatian kepada semua pelajar aspuri, sila ke dm sekarang juga"</div>
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Apa lagi kitorang semua berkepit-kepit pergi dm. Selalunya kitorang pergi dm guna laluan through aspuri, tapi since aspuri dilarang keras masuk, so we went to dm guna laluan lelaki; had to pass the surau. Lalu je tepi surau dengar macam macam jeritan, serious takut gila time tu, semua orang terkumat kamit mulut main bedal baca surah yang ingat.</div>
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Dekat dm, kitorang kena arah baca ayatul kursi 7 times, then baca yaasin. Waktu baca kursi tu okay lagi, then kitorang baca yaasin. Haaaabis baca yaasin, mula dah lolongan pertama, diikuti dengan lolongan lolongan lain. Kira macan soundlah, atom vibrate lepastu affect atom sebelah. Lebih kuranglaaah, lolol.</div>
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Sebelah kiri, dina. Sebelah kanan, mina. Waktu lolongan pertama tu dina and I macam gelabah nak mati dah. Tears streamed down our face and looking at dina's face and how she had raised her pitch on reading ayatul kursi when she heard the first scream, I swear that was the funniest thing that ever happened in my life. I can't help myself from laughing, xD I know benda ni tak boleh main main but dang it was just that funny! Heheh sorry dina! c; ((Cakap lebih padahal dia pun sama luls))</div>
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Tu takpe lagi, moving on to our next yaasin recitement, dah start makin teruk. Mina, she started screaming and the seniors just had to move her to surau as well. Lepas baca yaasin kali kedua memang teruk tak boleh dibendung dah, ramai orang kena heret pergi surau, so the aspura studs were told to make a bulatan around dm- kiranya keliling kitorang, and we started reciting our 3rd yaasin recital. </div>
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Kitorang habis lebih kurang after midnight, twelve to one. Dekat asrama semua orang nak pergi mana mana mintak teman, hewhew. Malam tu dina and I tak habis habis tweet, nak tengok tweet silalah track balik date 21.04.13 ((jetjet macam orang nak tuu)) So anyhow I slept at 2am, probably the first time in college tidur lambat. Of course, the next morning woke up feeling fatigue and exhausted.</div>
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Gagahkan pergi subuh dekat surau pagi tu. Alhamdulillah, HEA kasi pelepasan boleh pergi sekolah pukul 10.20am. Ya Allah rasa time tu jugaaak nak sujud syukur haha. Balik balik dorm je semua pakat lena. Baguslah. :p</div>
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Pergi sekolah, sensational gila cerita malam tu. Budak lelaki kelas kitorang jetjet je cakap "time korang kena kumpul dm histeria apa semua kitorang sempat makan nasi lemak dengan air teh tau" haktuih. </div>
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I came across to ask Mina for what reason did she cry the other night.<br />
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<b>"Sebenarnya, aku menangis semalam sebab aku nampak ada benda bertenggek dekat atas bahu Nisa"</b> <i>she said.</i><br />
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Nisa was sitting facing us, no wonder Nisa kept on complaining bahu dia sakit. Semua yang dengar terkedu.</div>
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My note about that day. Silap tarikh sebenarnya tu, supposed to be 21. Wow, lain gila my handwriting 0,0</div>
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Will be telling more in Havocest month #2 <i>((1721))</i></div>
Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-69989822751428663392013-11-22T02:56:00.001+08:002013-11-22T20:31:05.156+08:00An advice<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I have a mutual of mine,<br />
you could call her a friend.<br />
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She's super super brilliant,
dah lah pandai,<br />
cantik lemah lembut sopan santun solehah baik peramah semua dekat dialah, hmpph ni yang nak jealous ni! *tak puas hati face* Hahahaha.<br />
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So as I was saying,</span><br />
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she's brilliant,</span><br />
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and everyone dari awal</span><br />
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memang dah expect</span><br />
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that she would excel</span><br />
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and top seeded in every examination she takes,</span><br />
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and I did too.<br />
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Aku ingat lagi masatu, it was pj period. Since f1 tahun 2013 ada 6 classes, cikgu gabungkan 3 kelas for one session. I was in 104, so kiranya mash up with 105 and 106.<br />
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Lepas je our must-to-do activity which is killing me every time sukan; lari pusing 1 maktab, cikgu kasi pelepasan kitorang buat any activity.<br />
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Syukur,<br /><i>
getus hati.</i><br />
Aku memang langsung tak minat bab bab sukan ni, hahahaha.<br />
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I found a nice spot, just under the shady tree. Purrfect, I thought. Apa lagi I sat there la he he he. She was there too, the brilliant girl I told you earlier.<br />
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Since she and I are placed in different classes, memang jaranglah nak jumpa. Jadual pun dah compact macam kena pam pam, time rehat dengan balik jelah ada, tu pun jarang bertembung, because we all had different destinations. Alang alang ada free time, I figured, hey, why not start a conversation kan? Timing pun bagus, a few days before our results came out. I began our chit chat by asking if she has received any of her test marks yet, and she answered yes.<br />
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"So, awak dapat berapa A?"</b></span><br />
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<i>I asked</i>, sambil main main rumput. Ala ala hindustan tak kitorang? Hihi<br />
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"Ala sikit je, tak macam awak" </span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">dia balas, sambil senyum.</i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oh lupa nak tambah, dia pemurah dengan senyuman, that's why everyone likes her companionship.</span><br />
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"Perli eh ni? Hahaha serious lah, dapat berapa? Mesti banyak rembat A ni tulah malu nak cerita kan kan kan"</span><br />
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<i>I provoked.</i><br />
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"Eh tak adalah. Serious wak, result kita down sangat sangat kali ni, *A *B *C"<br />
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<i>Maaf. </i><br />
<i>Bilangan terpaksa dirahsiakan. </i><br />
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"Awak biar betik?! Takkan awak dapat C? Awakkan pandai gila gila gila?"</span><br />
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<i>I replied in disbelievement.</i> Memang tak percaya dia dapat C, sebab dalam ramai ramai orang, bila dia lalu mesti I'd say 'ceh budak pandai lalu'<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><span style="color: #666666;">She inhales.</span></i></b><br />
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"Awak,</span><br />
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hidup ni adil.</span><br />
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Ada masa,</span><br />
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kita dekat atas.</span><br />
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And ada masa,</span><br />
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kita dekat bawah.</span><br />
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Takkan selama lamanya kita nak kecap kesenangan,</span><br />
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kan?"</span><br />
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<i>Dia balas, still keeping her posture, of course with a smile glued to her face.</i><br />
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and what she replied made me tongue-tied. Aku cerna apa yang dia cakap betul betul, and her statement was nothing but accurate.<br />
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The thing is, we lose hope because we stacked our dreams too high. Kita stack and stack and stack sampai to the point yang kita lupa, yang nasib tak semestinya akan menyebelahi kita. Dan aku tak pernah persoalkan kenapa ada sebilangan manusia yang sungguh pessimistic towards life, because I've been there, I've once placed myself in the hole of despair.<br />
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She was right. I respect her until today because she didn't lose hope, <i>she didn't</i>. *tabik spring mode on*<br />
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and I guess we both never knew what to say, so we just played our role and enjoyed the scenery.<br />
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Angin pun sepoi sepoi bahasa ((cehh)) the sun shun on an average mode that day, and here's a little advice;<br />
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Don't ever, lose hope. Because you'd never know what life can bring you. Let's just expect the unexpected and keep on reading my boring post HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA<i>kbye</i><br />
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</span>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-55234343226979586062013-11-21T03:10:00.000+08:002013-11-21T03:20:14.965+08:00To all form 5,Thank you.<br>
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Thank you Kak Shidad, for being the first person yang sembang benda benda deep, haha. How could I ever repay you, dah lah orang first tunjukkan tandas, shower and all sampai harini ingat hokay. :p<br>
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Meh thank you jugaaaak dekat kakak kakak bilik yang febeles; Kak Alya, Kak Ain and Kak Leha. Walaupun I'm the quietest girl in the room, tapi kalau dengar korang cakap boleh pecah perut tau haha. Sorry sebab kadang kadang I may be an embarassment, kejar kambing dari morning call base sampai padang bagai luls ignoor dis. Thank you sangat sangat sebab kalau balik outing or pulang bermalam je mesti ada benda nak kasi hihi. Kak Ain rawk and open minded! Kak Leha lawak gilaaa plus cute to da max and Kak Alya! Haaa the only f5 in our cube kan kan, suka buli Syasya and selalu caught me red handed doing the things I shoudn't be.<br>
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Thank you to Kak Paan as well. Walaupun bilik paling jauh tu kalau nak compare, but you stood up for me, and I really appreciate that. Macam tak sangka, serious tak sangka and I truly am flattered bila dengar orang cerita you did a lot of things just for my sake. So thank you c:<br>
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Thank you too for kakak kakak f5 yang haritu sanggup tanggung malu dekat dm again for my sake tehee. My fault jugak masatu pergi main main dengan timbunan cawan yang as high as the empire states tuptup bila benda tu bergoyang baru nak gelabah "wehhh macammana ni benda ni nak jatuh!!" Sekali you guys were there to help me. "Jatuhkan je dik, kalau malu kita tanggung sama sama" rasa time tu jugak nak menangis sebab terharu sangat sangat.<br>
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Ahaaa cane boleh lupa entah dekat Kak Najwa kita punya ni haa. Kak Najwa, just thank you for everything. You were my sifu from the very first beginning; since orientation week. The time I haven't even bloomed yet, just thank youlah ish tak tahu macammana tahun depan dah takde nak buat macammana haaa.<br>
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Kak Farrah! Yes Kak Farrah netballer paling kewl dalam life. Thank you sangat sangat sebab bila around you rasa macam hyped! Nah lepas ni dah tak de sape dah nak call my name out randomly and bila orang balas, kata "Takde pape, saje je nak tengok Ainaa cuak ke tak" macam pfft :p Kak Farrah macam cheerful gila how do i even find someone like you uhu hu.<br>
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Kak Aifa~ Walaupun kita pernah cakap macam sekali je kan kan kan, tapi you've seen the highest point of my life; the time when I was really swoon over the moon so thank you lah eceh.<br>
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Kak Syahirah, both bwp and vp badar. :) Kak Syahirah bwp; orang first tegur sebab takut ambik wudu' budak lelaki nampak. Thank you sangat sangat sebab the first time in my life rasa pelik 'cause you've mistaken me for someone else that everyone said was 'cantik' haha. Thank you kasi pinjam jubah haritu, without your helping hand there was no way we could have won. :) Kak Syahirah vp badar; I swear I had a girl crush on you! Suara lembut apa semua baik haish thank you sangat sangat sebab ajar kitorang macam macam. Just, simply thank you.<br>
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Kak Nurin Ikmala, thank you sebab you prevented me from doing something yang kalau I did do it, sampai ke sudah menyesal. Kak Fatini, you're the first person in the whole entire college yang kmi ingat nama. :) Kak Biha and Kak Sarah, thank you sebab jadi mentor ldp. =D<br>
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Thank you to every single f5 I have ever known, yang pernah curahkan ilmu apa semua, kakak kakak f5 bilik depan; Kak Mie, Kak Farah and Kak Baya, bilik tepi, wing B, block A and even block B. Tahun depan takde korang tak tahulah hidup macammana. Sorry kalau nama korang takde sebut ke apa because well, I am really an introvert so many opportunities to get to know you guys better were ruined because of that. Dulu time newbie gila gila bukan main tak malu muka tembok turun class f5 mintak ajar maths macam hape lagi ha ha.<br>
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F5 lelaki sikit je tahu kot. Thank you Abang Teddy, sempoi gila dengan kitorang and trust me you're the best prs brother we could ever hope for. Thank you Abg Zaki, sebab for the first time in my life tengok orang pandai demo metaphor secara spontan. Os! Sebab you were the first f5 yang cracked the code, ((maths probs)) well done! Aizat safwan dengan jack sebab sanggup ajar kitorang kawad sampai after midnight, dahlah happening wowow. Abg Husaini, Abg Syahmim, thank you for the guides. Peoi, Spark; lepas ni dah takde siapa nak jual sausage sotong sambil kasi nasihat ToT Abg Afnan, Acad and Syaqil; the three trios that never ceases to bring a smile on everyone's faces. Aqil Loy! Orang kata patah tumbuh hilang berganti but you're irreplaceable thoww~ Abu, Ali, Alba - lepas ni Ust Ridhuan aka Pak We dah tak tahu nak make fun of siapa dah waktu tazkirah maghrib. Gold and Abg Farid, sebab jadi gandingan mascot ha ha terharu gambar ada dalam twitcon donno wat tu sei la. And to that someone yang called me shinbei, you taught me life. :)<br>
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I wrote that on my latest bm examination; final semester. Lepas lepas je keluar tempat exam, I got this flowery feeling, rasa sejuk nyaman dalam hati ((haha how do I explain this)) and mata pun rasa macam sembab- like how you would feel after you've cried.</div>
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Mungkin aku rasa macam baru lepas menangis sebab I literally cried, and instead, I shed words, not tears. Metafora hiperbola, I know. :p Tapi serious, baru rasa macam confess something and you're glad it has been said out loud after keeping it bottled inside for such an ample time.</div>
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Masalah adik dia tu mungkin sama dengan aku, senang nak cakap- feeling that you're set on somewhere you don't belong. Sado gila cakap macamni, haha. Lepastu apa yang kakak dia kata macam hati aku sendiri pujuk supaya bertahan, that everything will turn out to be just fine, that feeling will soon fade away, that you'll be okay. Kiranya akulah kasi kata-kata semangat to my ownself, luls apakah. </div>
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And this bit of poem from I Don't Want To Be Crazy, Samantha Schutz is one of the miscellaneous items I put on my table, basically the thing that keeps me going.</div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"> My name is 'Ainaa Sofia binti Ramzani. I am thirteen years old. I share the same birth date as the United States of America's independence day, 4th of July. My mission is to be a successful novelist one day. Like any other human beings on Earth, I have a family too. My family consists of six members; both of my parents, my brother, my older & younger sister and yours truly, me. We live in section __, Shah Alam excluding my brother.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> My father's name is Ramzani bin Abdul Raub. He was born on 4th of December </span><span style="color: #666666;">_____</span><span style="color: #666666;"> in Melaka. For just a smalltown boy, he did a very splendid job in his education. With no current tuition centre near his isolated village nor were his parents are able to send him to one, he managed to obtain straight As in all of his examinations. He was the talk of the own on Melaka's radio station for about a month. Not only he was ingenious in his studies, he was also active in co-curricular activities. Back in the days, he represented his school to compete in chess with all schools around Singapore. He then continued playing his favourite pastime in college and made it in USA and Canada. He is now working as an IT consultant in ______. Although he may seem as a strict father, deep down he actually is an affectionate person. I figured he used Julius Caesar's term, "veni, vidi, vici" which means "I came, I saw, I conquer" in Latin. I want to pursue my dreams just like he pursued his.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> My mother is Zarifah binti Othman. She was born on the 2nd of May _____. She works as a teacher in Kolej Vokasional Klang. I always told her that she was destined to be an educator since her birthday is only a few days apart from World's Teachers' Day. She is an amiable type of woman which I can't believe I didn't inherit that gene from her, sadly. She is also a shopaholic and a schmoozer. She likes to make friends while shopping and will not ever quit bargaining the price to the lowest as possible. She also enjoys gardening, baking and her meals are always divine and the best. While people these days look up to celebrities and make them as their rolemodels, they missed someone who is standing right infront of their very own eyes. My mother is my rolemodel, both of my parents are.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> Moving on to my brother, Ahmad Yusoff Helmi who is a computer geek. He is 19 years old and currently continuing his studies in a matriculation located at Perak. The word 'conceited' and 'facetious' describes him best. To be the eldest sibling in a family, to get 5as in your UPSR examination is like founding a bag of gold in your closet serendipitously. You earn your parents' trusts by fulfilling their hopes; to set yourself to be a good example to your siblings. My brother used to brag about his achievement all the time. When he told us siblings to do something that he can do by himself, the reason is always "because I got 5as" in a haughty way. In the end, he sure did score all 5as, from UPSR until SPM.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">Other than that, my older sister, 'Aliaa Sakinah who is two years senior to me. She is 15 yeasrs old and she's going to sit for Penilaian Menengah Rendah this year which makes her batch the last year sitting for the examination and that she is securely safe from Pentaksiran Berasaskan Sekolah (PBS)'s grip. Her characteristic traits bewildered. My sister is interested in music, learning different types of languages and would like to be an English teacher when she grows up. She was and still the light wire of our family. Without her, every situation just seems dull.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> Lastly, the owner of an arabic name, 'eastern star' which makes her the most nuisance star I have ever met, 'Ainatul Soraya, my younger sister. She is now 12 years old and has officially become one of Ujian Penilaian Sekolah Rendah's candidates. Furthermore, she is in the running towards becoming the next head prefect in her school. A lot of peculiar things happened especially during her process to be an infant. For instance, my mother almost named her 'Zaid' because the test results showed that she is a boy. She is also the only member in our family who wasn't born naturally. The doctor had to cut her off my mother's stomach because she was too big, hence my mother gave birth to a healthy 5.3 kg girl. As much as I hate her (in a loving way), she is still my independent sister I know and that is what sisters do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"> I was gifted and could not be grateful enough to have been brought in this world in this family. We learn to accept each other's flaws, love and support one another through ease and hardship. What I love most about my family is no matter how hard we fought, how harsh the words we spit at each other's faces because in the end, we will always get back together and stick as a family. I end this essay with a quote from a favourite childhood television animated series of mine, Lilo and Stitch. "Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten"</span><br />
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It just surprises you when you realized how many things have changed throughout 2013. My brother is no longer in matrics, I am now an ex student of SMKS9 and my younger sister has already ended her primary school education as a proud assistant of the head's prefect. Just, <i><b>how could time flies so fast?</b></i> ToT </div>
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Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-23911923179946168972013-07-19T00:11:00.001+08:002013-07-19T00:23:22.248+08:00Updates<div>So assalamualaikum.</div><div><br></div><div>Dear Oh Well Paper,</div><div>Sheesh how long has it been? Almost a year? Hahaha sorry for treating this crooked blog as my stepdaughter. Yknow, not much unicorns have been strolling through my mind lately :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Updates. Benda macam macam dah berlaku. Dah rasa susah senang jadi budak bilik A107, pelajar 104 a.k.a 1 Dynamic and lastly under the shade of my beloved homeroom, Industrious. Impossible kot nak cerita everything sepanjang 7 months staying here- MRSM Kubang Pasu. All I can do is summarize some points up :)</div><div><br></div><div>Latest, me being officially 13. *hands up to that yo!!* Okay Alhamdulillah. Actually taklah teruk mana sambut birthday dekat sini, though earlier I've mentioned how I despise all the spectrum of it haha. Received a call from mrsm parit, message macam macam terima, kawan datang bilik wish pukul 12a.m., terima love letter (cehh) and hadiah. Syok gilaaaa kot. Felt happy, glee, sad, appreciated, betrayed all in one day seems bizarre, yes? Oh not to be forgotten during the last couple of hours of my birthday a nuisance tragedy I long to forget had happened which made the entire homosapiens @ block acad witnessed zafirah and i running like mad people hahaha. Dahlah malam tu entah macammana zafirah boleh tertidur dekat my bed. Imagine, budak block b bawah tidur bilik block a atas awesome gila kotttt</div><div><br></div><div>Ish lupa nak bawak balik hadiah + kad kalau tak boleh tangkap gambar haish melepas la den. Okay abaikan. Oh yeah lepastu kitorang dapat makan pizza. =D (2x in that week, double the awesomeness) 😊</div><div><br></div><div>Lagi nak tulis apa eh? Would be writing more but it's kinda private so there goes the story-voila el route to my private blog. =D In shaa Allah esok update lagi before balik, tengok la condition if I'm not infected by the aura kemalasan then will do.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Last but not least, salam ramadhan to all Muslims. =) May this time of month be filled with useful activities and *drumroll pls* KEEP CALM AND DO IBADAH PPL! Till then, toodles, assalamualaikum yuhu.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">P/s : Lupa nak tambah. On the 7th day of July something had happened which changed my whole perspective about someone. Like seriously ate the whole bar of chocs that I received for my birthday out of morose. On the very same day Ashraf Muslim builds a mosque with another girl. Kesian Kak Dayana, I know dem feels. Guess Kak Dayana and I were destined to be heartbroken at the same time ceh poyo kbye. Dear Kak Dayana and self, be tough- life goes on. 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With that scarf dangling over her neck. Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it, Maybe she would never leave home without it, And maybe she don’t care about what other people think,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Because most people’s opinion ‘aint even valid.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe she feels free, Maybe she has peace of mind, And maybe she’ll give you a peace of her mind if you step out of line, Maybe she isn’t perfect, But maybe she’s trying, Maybe she’s just taking things one day at a time,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe she can hear every single word said by those cowards, Maybe she has no problems defying those who doubt her, Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe she wears that shield ‘cause every single day is a battle, Maybe she is more than the skin she is in, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe we should start learning how to love that’s within, Maybe God only knows all the places she has been, Maybe she comes back to Him again and again, Maybe she’s not afraid to die, just afraid not to live Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give, Cause maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle, and suitable, And maybe, just maybe, she is beautiful."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Assalamualaikum :) Pisang dan hati, have you guys read it before? Saya rasa ada yang dah baca, sebab cerpen ni saya baca daripada <a href="http://iluvislam.com/">iluvislam.com</a> dan <a href="http://dirikudrcinta.blogspot.com/">Dr.Cinta Punye Belog</a>. Credit goes to them :B Cerita dia menarik, mempunyai maksud yang mendalam and at the same time, it contains moral values. So bismillahirrahminarrahim, here it goes! :-)<br />
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</div>Cikgu 'Ainaa (dalam kurungan, bukan nama sebenar :p), guru kelas Tadika menganjurkan satu permainan yang sungguh menarik untuk murid-muridnya. Setiap murid diminta membawa beg plastik yang berisi pisang yang tertulis nama orang yang paling mereka benci ke kelas pada esok hari. Jadi, jumlah pisang yang perlu dibawa bergantung kepada jumlah orang yang dibenci.<br />
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</div>“Sekarang simpan pisang tu. Jangan lupa bawa ke mana sahaja kamu pergi selama seminggu. Inilah permainannya. Selepas seminggu, kita akan tahu keputusannya” beritahu Cikgu 'Ainaa. Kanak-kanak tersebut menyimpan pisang masing-masing di dalam beg.<br />
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“Okey semua, apa rasanya bawa pisang dalam beg ke sana ke mari selama seminggu?” tanya Cikgu 'Ainaa. Semuanya serentak mengatakan mereka benci permainan itu. Mereka hilang kawan, sering diejek dan terpinggir. Lebih teruk lagi, terpaksa tidur, makan, mandi, bermain dan menonton TV dengan bau busuk.<br />
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</div>“Itulah sebenarnya yang berlaku kalau kita simpan perasaan benci pada orang lain dalam hati. Bau busuk kebencian itu akan mencemari hati dan kita akan membawanya ke mana saja kita pergi. Jika kamu sendiri tidak boleh tahan dengan bau pisang busuk hanya untuk seminggu, cuba bayangkan apa akan jadi kalau kamu simpan kebencian sepanjang hidup kamu” beritahu Cikgu 'Ainaa.<br />
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Cikgu 'Ainaa mengingatkan anak muridnya supaya membuang jauh-jauh perasaan benci daripada membebani hidup. Kemaafan adalah yang terbaik. Menyayangi lebih baik darpada membenci! Jangan simpan kebencian, dendam kesumat dan apa-apa yang mazmumah dalam hati. Macam pisang yang makin membusuk, begitu juga hati.<br />
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P/S II: Sesiapa nak tanya apa-apa, boleh la tanya dekat facebook, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/akupuntakkesah">Ainaa Sofia</a>. Kalau tanya dekat shoutbox, takut tak terjawab :-)Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-17049349514920357872012-07-21T19:08:00.001+08:002012-07-21T19:21:13.895+08:00Ramadhan Al-MubarakAssalamualaikumwarahmatullahhiwabarakatuh, kalau tak jawab dosa, kalau jawab sayang :-)<br />
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At first I ought to make this super duper long entry about Ramadhan. A magic unicorn appeared and showed me this video. Hulk tuihhh :p I followed her twitter so I basically follow her tweets and stuffs. All I have to say is, SHE'S LEGEN -wait for it- DARY!! :D She's so awesome, even Kak Nazihah from Sayonarahappyending followed her blog. Adibah is her name, as I like to call it, Kak Adibah. (lol berangan macam pernah tegur pffftt) She had explained what I wanted to explain in just 7 minutes! 7 MINUTES YO 7 MINUTES! Can you believe it? (wow it rhymes haha)<br />
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She speaks in english fluently and that is just one of the thousands reasons why I envy her. She seems so hyper in this video and that affects and turned me into hyper as well, hoho. I am in my Ramadhan mood right now after watching this video, not even complaining about how I am dying of thirst or how I am starving I might die despite my tommy has been growling since a while ago. So come and join me in my Ramadhan mood. :-)<br />
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<div>Kadang-kadang, kita perlu berhati-hati dalam berpuasa. Ramai orang kata, "Bulan puasa iblis tak ada! Nyah ko nyah~" ataupun "Syaitan bercuti lagi. Oyeah! *gaya bruno mars*" or something like that. Tetapi tahukah kita, syaitan ini licik? Selama 11 bulan sebelum dia terpaksa bercuti, dia dah gunakan masa dia dengan sebaik-baiknya untuk latih dan terapkan sifat-sifat mazmumah (sifat buruk) di dalam diri kita. Motif? Supaya, bila dia dirantai selama 1 bulan lamanya, kita masih melakukan perkara buruk tersebut dengan berterusan. Nampak, betapa bersungguh-sungguhnya syaitan menjalankan misinya demi mencapai matlamat, menyesatkan dan menggoda anak Adam. Kadang-kadang terfikir, 'aku pun tak bersemangat macam itu sekali walaupun dah terang-terang nak menghadapi UPSR hujung tahun ini' Sadis. Ya, sadis.<br />
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</div>"Jika syaitan sedih menjelang Ramadhan, manusia sebaliknya perlu gembira dan mengalu-alukan kehadiran penghulu segala bulan ini. Jom sama-sama tingkatkan amal ibadah sepanjang Ramadhan. Semoga natijah akhir iaitu takwa mampu dicapai. Amin" - Majalah Solusi 2011 :-)<br />
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See you later, alligator. Selamat berbuka! :-) Assalamualaikum.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Yours truly,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Poppi Buttercup</div>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-86232105822954496002012-07-04T23:43:00.003+08:002012-07-04T23:51:47.597+08:00Chapter TwelveHowdie ya'll! :D Okay-okay, assalamualaikum. :)<br />
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Sanah helwah! (Sanah helwah to who?) (To me, of course! :D) (Ye ke tak tanya pun) (Cakap je, alahai) (Eh kenapa kita main dalam kurungan ni ha?) (Entah la.) Okay stop bermonolog dalam kurungan.<br />
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Firstly, jazakallahhukhairan, syukron, xiexie, nandre, terima kasih, danke and thank you for those who remembered and greeted me on my birthday. I am touched. :'D Seriously, no joke! Well, I didn't expect at all that my friends will remember my special day. Hahahaha, out of the blue, when I was blur-ing at the assembly, someone tapped my shoulder from behind. It was Umairah. Thank you Umairah for your wish. Please, round of applause to her, she is the first person that wishes me happy birthday at school, hohohoho :B Dear Umairah, you should be proud, lololol. Oh not to be forgotten, thank you Hafsah, Syazana, Nadia and of course, my kembar, Aina Sofea. Thank you korang belanja air, tahu tahu je aku tak bawak duit, hehehe. n_nY<br />
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Most of all, thank you mama! :D Mama bought me some selendangs. (Mama bought six, so s for plural, hahahaha :p) Bila mama tunjuk je selendang tu, ya Allah jerit kalah mereka-mereka yang menyanyi opera. Kalah lagi mereka yang berada di Hospital Tanjung Rambutan. Sila jangan tiru aksi ini di rumah anda mahupun di rumah jiran anda, hahaha. & well today, we, mama, Kak Aliaa, Yaya and I, had our dinner at le famous Papa John. *burp* Alhamdulillah, kenyang! :D<br />
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Alhamdulillah sekali lagi, umur dah genap 12 tahun. 12 tahun menghirup udara di bumi ini. 12 tahun mengharungi cabaran, aral yang melintang dan telah mengerti, apa itu kehidupan. Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah. Segala puji bagi Allah. Diriku semakin tua, apatah lagi bumi ini yang sudah seribu tahun lama lagi~ Kacau line betul la :p<br />
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Nisfu Syaaban. 15 Syaaban 1433 Hijrah. Malam Nisfu Syaaban, 14 Syaaban, malam ini lah kan? :) Bulan pun kelihatan terang, indah mata yang memandang. Ramai orang yang berpesan-pesan membaca Yaasin malam ini. Akhwat and ikhwan , tahu tak apa erti Nisfu Syaaban tu?<br />
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Nisfu Syaaban beerti setengah Syaaban. Maksudnya, hari ke 15 pada bulan Syaaban. Pada hari Nisfu Syaaban ini, buku amalan kita akan diganti. Pada hari Nisfu Syaaban ini jugalah, malaikat maut akan mencatit nama-nama orang yang akan menghadapNya pada bulan Syaaban tersebut, sehinggalah bulan Syaaban berikutnya.<br />
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Di kesempatan ini, saya, 'Ainaa Sofia binti Ramzani, yang comel, cantik lagi baik hati *tersedak tulang ayam* ingin memohon maaf, andai kata ada yang terguris hati, terkecil hati walaupun hakikatnya hati organ kedua paling besar di dalam badan dan tambahtambah. Akhir kata, esok puasa nak? :-) Till then, assalamualaikum para makhluk Allah yang mempunyai usus perut. *angkat kening*<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Yours truly,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Poppi Buttercup</div>Ainaa Ramzanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08296511547843516666noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483681716575609442.post-39477770974195902762012-06-29T15:17:00.011+08:002012-07-09T17:09:28.559+08:00HijabAssalamualaikumwarahmatullahhiwabarakatuh :-)<br />
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Dear sisters,<br />
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Did you know so much of the whole world is actually "wearing" Hijab? YES! and I am not kidding!<br />
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The earth is surrounded by the atmosphere and ozone layer.<br />
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Fresh fruits have peels on them.<br />
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The sword is preserved in a sheath.<br />
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Ink pen would dry without a cap and would be thrown away because it became useless.<br />
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An apple without a peel becomes rotten. If a banana comes without a peel, its color would turn to black. Why would our daughters cover their books, if not to protect them?<br />
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<b><i>"Orang kata kalau saya pakai tudung tak cantik la!"</i></b><br />
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Number one. Who said that if we wear hijab, we can't be fashionable? Islam allows you to be fashionable or stylish (or whatever you want to be) as long as you cover what needs to be covered. In specific details, aurah or aurat. You can even wear a pail on your head as an alternative for tudung!<br />
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Number two. Who told you that you don't look beautiful when you're wearing tudung/hijab? Well those people are silly and dumb. Not to be rude, but yeah, dumb. and if they still mock or insult you, just, ignore them. Set one thing on your mind, which one do you choose, to please people or to please Allah? :-)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnD8Bq-qU9L0uTe0qdfyEPTpTa5eyR_rS9T0zeBlGA3QILuTW-2JGpw4BnXMJb8xAw8Bd4R_JBY1_5zhwXBzrq__tnYRfiA2MjeX3dvq_tDt0NjbCCVEWbzgKSMaYxpXmxH1ASzHTlyBM/s1600/postbloghehehe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnD8Bq-qU9L0uTe0qdfyEPTpTa5eyR_rS9T0zeBlGA3QILuTW-2JGpw4BnXMJb8xAw8Bd4R_JBY1_5zhwXBzrq__tnYRfiA2MjeX3dvq_tDt0NjbCCVEWbzgKSMaYxpXmxH1ASzHTlyBM/s1600/postbloghehehe.png" /></a></div>Changes takes time. Yes, I know, I know. I am not here like to force you to wear it right this second, A BIG NO. I know how it feels when somebody pushes you and they want to change you so that you turn out to be as they want you to be. but.... (there's a but!) I really don't like it when people say such things as "hidayah belum datang lagi" "sekarang bukan masa yang sesuai" Deiihh hidayah bukan datang bergolek dengan sendirinya, hidayah perlu dicari! (Okay jangan cari orang nama Hidayah pulak :p)<br />
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Tomorrow is not guaranteed. "Today is worth two tomorrows" What if you die tomorrow and didn't get a chance to repent? Na'uzubulillahminzalik. Cuba bayangkan, Ya Allah seksaannya.....1 helai rambut pun dah berapa tahun di neraka.... 1 tahun di akhirat bersamaan dengan 1000 tahun di dunia. Sanggup ke nak tahan azab seksaanNya?<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">Ali r.a. meriwayatkan sebagai berikut: “Saya bersama Fatimah berkunjung ke rumah Rasulullah dan kami temui beliau sedang menangis. Kami bertanya kepada beliau, “mengapa tuan menangis wahai Rasulullah?” Beliau menjawab, “Pada malam aku di Isra’kan ke langit, aku melihat orang sedang mengalami berbagai penyeksaan… maka bila teringatkan mereka aku menangis.” Saya bertanya lagi,”wahai Rasulullah apakah yang tuan lihat?” Beliau bersabda: "Aku lihat ada perempuan digantung rambutnya, otaknya mendidih." Maka berdirilah Fatimah seraya berkata, “Wahai ayahku, ceritakanlah kepadaku apakah amal perbuatan wanita-wanita itu.” Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "<b>Wahai puteriku, adapun mereka yang tergantung rambutnya hingga otaknya mendidih adalah wanita yang tidak menutup rambutnya sehingga terlihat oleh lelaki ajnabi (bukan mahram)</b>"</blockquote>I, myself, is not perfect. Kadang-kadang pakai tudung tu, ada la helai-helaian rambut yang keluar. I consider myself lucky. I have wonderful and awesome friends (korang jangan perasan eh :p) that always rebuke me whenever my hair is not in place.We are humans, we make mistakes. but that doesn't give you the right to just leave it that way, right?<br />
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Sharing is caring, caring is loving, loving is forgiving. Maafkan saya kalau khilaf, yours truly, assalamualaikum :D <span style="color: red;">*</span>hahaha rasa macam ustazah pula ~__~ okay sila muntah jika anda terbaca kenyataan ini, lololol<span style="color: red;">*</span><br />
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