Humaira and that Last stretch in 2005

The last event of the year. A celebration that closes 2005. Yes, i was anxious. Scared that it wont go according to plan. Yes. It was rushed.

The outcome: Grooovy bebeh!! Thanks to the wonderful job by the Committee.. And of course, my dearest volunteers. Gawd! I adore them!

Harry Potter colour with Retro words. Woohooo!! I liiikkkkeeee!!!

Me and da gurls!

Me and the volunteers.
From left, Fawzey the groovy MC, Din the sound genius, Hazeeq the serenading hunk, Shidah the dearest, yours truly and Atiq.... the super girl!

I'm surrounded by the Youths of the Nation!

Excellent work bros and sis!

I feel the need to record this so as to keep it in memory.
The process of organising this event has been wonderful. Surrounded by supportive adek2, friends who are empathetic towards the changed humaira, i feel blessed and encouraged.

The nite before the event was spent @ Mr Teh Tarik till the wee hours. Singing along to the Hindustan songs (although i dun understand, its fun watching the others making fool of themselves, haha!~) The aftermath of the event was also spent lepaking and ventilating to each other.

Guys, you made my 2005 rawks! Thanks!


Humaira....
Affectionately known as Kak, Kak Zak, 'Z'
... loved... loving... loves...

Nice Mosque Toilet Award

~ Humaira and That Simple Solution~

It was mentioned.

The solution for the problem of the world is simple.

Simple does not mean easy.

Make sense.

Why?

It was mentioned.


The solution for today's problem is Islam.

Getting Islam to be the solution is not easy.

Make sense?

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Having high internal locus of control is stressful.
Internal locus of control means.. u attribute success, and failure to yourself.
At this moment, i'm attributing the negative outcomes to myself.
Hard.
Hard.
Hard.

I really need to memorise that ayat.

Surah Al-Baqarah, verse 286.

On no soul doth God place a burden greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns, and it suffers every ill that it earns.

"Our Lord! Condemn us not if we forget or fall into error"

"Our Lord! Lay not on us a burden like that which Thou didst lay on those before us"

"Our Lord! Lay not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear"

Blot out our sins, and grant us forgiveness. Have mercy on us. Thou art out Protector; help us against those who stand against Faith"

I can't complain as i've chosen this path.
I can't complain as i've chosen the load.

I just wish.........


i can be stronger.

humaira... with monkeys on her shoulder.

Note to self: Nan's gonna kill me if she reads this entry; my excruciating, unexplainable stomach cramp returns. Stopped having those cramps ever since i left school. Now returns! Uwaaa~! Cant be psychosmatic, non?

Word gallery: Psychosomatic
Psychological stress which impacts physical/biological functioning
Example: Pri 1 kid doesnt like to go to school -- going to school may cause him stressed psychologically. Kid may present symptoms such as having fever every time to go to school. Real high fever occurs (which means biological change), everytime stressful situation occurs. Maknanya, biler time biasa2, dia tak demam. Tiap kali nak gi sekolah ajer dia demam.

Interesting yar?

How our psychological being connected to our physical being.

The Systems Theory Activates

Another day at work and i can feel the engine is still warming up. While waiting for it to heat up, i bloghopped, reading others' blogs in my contacts and my contacts' contacts. Interesting how your immediate circle of friends influence your thoughts and fikrah.

I am indeed, humbled by the reviews and observations expressed by my sahabahs, on life and its challenges.

While i am trapped with psychological and sociological theories and explanations on everyday functioning, they reminded me of the simple solution to these challenges. Allah. Indeed.

While i am trapped with worries on my youths, my sahabahs worry on bigger issues pertaining our faith.

A takeaway from my bloghopping readings:
m: actually ramai sebenarnye dalam dunia ni
m: yang selalu kite nampak dye gembira
m: cam tak pernah sedeh
m: tapi sape yg tade msalah rite?
m: cume cara kite menghadapi masalah membezakan kite dgn yg lain
m: the best is to refer to God
(Ref: http://www.jenggo.blogspot.com/, 211205)

Even the way we refer to God.... differs.
Irregardless of ways, He knows.

Humaira... assured

Pssst: Adek adek, thank you so much for the respect and trust you've awarded me. Your challenges are indeed great, and I congratulate you for your undying effort to aspire change. Remember Him. It beats puffing your troubles away =D

Bachelorette Party #1

The Bachelorette party was fine my dearest. Although i cudnt join the whole party, watching the whole action on video cracked me up! Niweiz... enjoy some of the pics.

Azma... (KAHKAH), enjoy your BMWs.

Hmm.. Why bachelorette party #1? Coz there's gonna be MORE to come in the coming year!! Stay tune gerls. Get the curlers ready!!!





















Humaira
*Bachelorette
Pronunciation: 'bach-l&r&aite, 'ba-ch&aite-
Function: noun
an unmarried woman

Handy wandy

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a social person who likes to talk and meet others.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody!
You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.

Home... at last

The whole madness has ended.

If i am to define limit, this is it. The limit to my multi-tasking capability.

The whole week was spent sleepless, carrying bags full of worries and guilt and angst and more worries. Dreams were diagnosed with virusses of darkness and again... worry.

To those who made efforts to calm and soothe me, i thank you.

To those who made efforts to make things worse for me, i thank you.

To those who had fun while i slog my butt off, i implore you to eat soil (heh... please dun. I still need you to remind me what life shud be)

All in all... the week cudnt and shudnt have been longer. Else, i'll just die.

I get to know myself better though...
The bad AND the good.

I get tired of being tired. I get tired of being worried. I get tired easily.
When i'm tired... what do i do?
I smile.

The week forced me to reflect what does success mean to me?
How do i measure success?

Success is when my youth comes to me and tells me she wants to put up 'tudong'.
Success is when my youth invites his friend to solat when he heard azan.
Success is when my youth comes to me and says he feels assured and cared for when he talks to me.

Now...
how do you measure those?

Humaira
Home... a place i call my own; safe, happening, colourful.

pssst: by the way, my degree has started. I'm officially an International Islamic University (UIA) student. Henceforth, i hereby declare.. the death of my social life.

All rise for a minute silence.

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Humaira... social murdered.

Gambar Lapok

Millions tasks

Having a big dose of Brit over the weekend to de-stress. The week was horrendous. I'm not even talking about it here.

This is gonna be short and sweet, as i have millions tasks in my to-do list.

Dear....

it was asked

"How are you supposed to measure time with a man that you want to spend the rest of your life with? What would make sense? Centuries?"

Imagine getting over them?

It is hard.

It is painful.

It is tormenting.

Believe me.

Dear.... I'm sorry if i've not been the best-est of friends. Unlike you, who came to me right after a phone call.

Dear.... forgive me for my inability to perform my duty as your sahabah....

Dear.... stay strong.... You'll get over this.

humaira
*determined to get over all these madness and back to LIFE*