your ways are too mundane. do something outstanding.


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Dec 3, 2012
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I’m rambling again…hi-lo!

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you all.

My dear reader, as we read, I’m in a menial position of my life,working in the holiday season, invigilating some exams. How awesome my holiday is! -..-

Anyhow, the boredom caught me red-handed and thank Allah for this wonderful invention of yours that allows me to do the dance on thy keyboard.

The shining bright light towards the end of the road of holiday is getting closer and closer, while the dark gloomy clouds of unimaginable days of vacations gloom even darker. Well, I should honestly say that by far, this was the shortest holiday I’ve ever had.

I’m just in the beginning towards a step into a new world where only selected people survived till the end. Living alone is never fun, even Spock which was half human, pon farred once in a while to fill in the missing piece of the puzzle.

Wish us luck.


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Sep 26, 2012
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Ravish me.

Ravish me.


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Sep 7, 2012
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Life is the best teacher.

Assalamualaikum and greetings there. How have you been doing? *echooooo…
Anyway, I just got a new phone,which is quite random cuz ppl changes their phone like they change their clothes; every single friggin’ time when the new stuffs are on the market, we all try to be the first one to get our hands on them.

Life has been quite challenging so far. Recently I met with an accident in a car that I drove on my way back to my grandma’s home from B.Pahat. My parents and cousin were unfortunately in the scene but thank Allah they were all slightly harmed,except for my mum who got three stitches on her forehead.

Then life goes on as usual. The cycle is quite monotonous; wake up, work, eat, play and sleep. I wonder if we all are born as robots. Programmed to follow the similar patterned tasks. But then we all work in a different way, place and for different purposes. I guess we are not robot after all.

School is … Ahh I rather not talk about it.

Well that’s all for now. Time to go back and rot.


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Apr 21, 2012
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A joke is a very serious thing.

— Winston Churchill


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Jan 13, 2012
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My first attempt in making delicious chicken and potato curry puffs.


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Jan 13, 2012
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Lately

Assalamualaikum and what’s up!

Plenty of things have ascended recently and I feel obliged to tell my little readers and you. 

1. I have started to blog again and I think it’s kinda addictive; even though I know there is no other reader than myself and maybe my other half. 

2. Lately, I have dipped myself into a new hobby which is cooking. Marble cake is not some alien to me, even kek batik too. I was craving for sushi and cheesecake, but do not have the time and supplies to start with. 

3. Lately, I was stricken by PMS. Well, not so much PMS, but I get over-reacted, over-sensitive on many things recently. Middle child syndrome? Nah, I was born this way I guess, half man, quarter woman, quarter android. 

4. Ohh, I pranked my love with the Krappi Kall, a zillion thanks to Ben and Phat Fabes! Dung Krappi Dung Dung, you will be the name of our pet XD

5. Apparently, the missing-you hormone is on the rise, inexplicably.

Well, that’s it kot? I’ll put up more stuffs in the future posts, I promise.


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Jan 11, 2012
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Attention

Assalamualaikum and peaca yo!

Alright, the title for today’s post is somehow related to yesterday unfortunate occurrence.

I’m no attention seeker; I don’t post some crappy or please-laugh-at-this stuffs up on the Facebook, I don’t update my status and plus, Like it, every precious 5 minutes, I don’t press the Like button everywhere; it was like leaving your poop everywhere you stopped by for other people to either smell it, leave it or dare enough, touch and make the fun out of it. No, I’m not an attention seeker.

But, as I’m not a fan of the middle-child syndrome, I do believe sometimes the fact that middle-child wants recognition and attention on whatever he/she does, don’t you think?

Love, you know how much I love you, you know how much I want to be with you in this treacherous world and in the Jannah. I pray for us and our family to be united and reunited together in the afterworld and you will be my only angel in the Jannah, even though we are promised with more than couple of angels for every single man in Jannah. You know I’ll do and sacrifice anything that I have and I could have in this world for your happiness.

You asked me why I love you. I was too shy to speak, the script was written since primary school years ;) First, obviously, He gifted us with this feeling, as you do. Secondly, you made me feel special in a different way. At most times, you treated me like I’m your main man. I’ve said this few times; a guy like me does not deserve a girl like you. Indeed, people see this. Even my parent, they said you are from the Royals, Syed and Sharifah. We are from the lower class family, we are different in two classes, two worlds. But, you said that bloodline is not important and I do believe you really mean it.

I’ve been saying a lot about you’re beautiful right? Okay, maybe that’s the superficiality. But, deep inside my heart, I was saying, you have a beautiful heart, you care about others, you are soft-hearted. You like fashion, you like to make yourself look beautiful, but in a moderate way. You are moderate. You make me feel calm, your eyes are the ocean, when I look into your eyes, I see serenity, I see Heaven.

I want to marry you because of your religion, you already have the strong foundation in Islam so I believe it’s not that difficult to develop us and our family into a beautiful mahabbah family and lead us to Jannah. I want to marry you because you are beautiful at the inside and outside.

That’s why I want your attention. I always want you to look at me, even literally. I always want you to hear me out, listen to whatever doubts I have. It’s not fair for me to say that I have been listening to you and I want the same, but sometimes, I do feel that way. The key to a long lasting relationship is communication right? I want us to be together until the end. Let’s communicate, listen to each other’s heart and soul, and we will be happy.

Taken from Christina Perri’s song, I have loved for a thousand years, I love you for a thousand more. 


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Dec 16, 2011
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Marriage

Assalamualaikum, how’s it going? 

Well, this entry is gonna be fast and furious, cuz I don’t want my head to stuck on this freaking idea for a long time. This thing called marriage, has been around in my family in this while, since I told my mum about our noble intention, that is to get married. Isn’t that simple?

Marriage nowadays is not that simple; you have to have a fancy car, large bulk of money in your account for the maskahwin and hantaran, just for the family’s happiness and pride. Wait, isn’t marriage is about the happiness of the lovely couple? Easy to say but hard to admit though. 

As soon as my parent knew about my plan to get married, they freaked out like the most difficult thing in life while in fact, Islam is not that difficult and I would say, ridiculous! There’s no over the top hantaran money, wedding dresses and dais. You have the man and the woman, the wali, the jurunikah,the vow, and most importantly, the mas kahwin, the money the man has to earn and give it to the woman. Then, hands are shook, ring is wore, the couple is solemnised. There goes the adventurous upcoming years with the new family.

I can’t see why family couldn’t understand my noble intention of getting settled and married this early. Even after I have told them about her not that particular about those material things and she even agreed to go through the wajib procedures first and let the bersanding and kenduri be after we have some sort of financial composure.

O Allah, open up our parents’ heart so that me and Sharifah Hanaa Syed Saffi could be united as husband and wife.


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Sep 10, 2011
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Si Cantik.

Si Cantik.