Face Doesn't Lie

Does it?

Mine really doesn't.

It betrayed me... again and again.

I dun mean to lie, really.... i'm just covering the truth =P

The truth about, the union which hopefully will make us better individuals, and most importantly, better servants.

The new journey begins, i suppose.

All the best :)


humaira
Dancing... comfortably


Fav Picture of the week goes to...

Zak-ster and Aid-staz
ke'kakak RAP berkebaya di PPIS Day

Oooooo-tique

The entry with xxx in mind.

Sex in the Lion City?

Yerp. In the middle of CBD area.

There stood a little room of havenly pleasure... to human men and women alike.

The little secret of pleasure which i'm dying to share with u, my darling girlfriends.

How bout a date there sometimes?

I shall arrange it.

With Allah's pleasure, insyaAllah.

Especially those dearies who may find these items of utmost relevant in their next phase of life

Ms Suhailah (25th Nov)
Ms Fidza (9th Dec)
Ms Sarah (April, 2007)
Ms Fitriah (August, 2007)
Ms Ainul (July, 2007)
Ms K (2007)
Ms S (200?)

Ms Rashidah (3rd Dec), Ms Aliah (25th Nov).. to u gals too (though unlikely u'll read this =P)

To dearest dearest Kak Mariam (17th Nov)...
You were georgous. You've always been and will alway be.

Alamak... gtg
PPIS Day now.

=D

The Voyage of Self Discovery

For those who are not in the loop of my Ramadhan activity, here's the news: Went to UIA Gombak for a week. Why? To mug. Seriously! (also to hand in overdue assignmentsss lar)







My adventurous journey started in the west-north train. My big bag which covers half of me attracted some individual's attention. Mr Ismail especially, (yeah.. i know his name coz he gave me a slip of paper consisting name n fone number) as he approached me asking if i'm going for a holiday (duh!). Since i was memorising Surah al-Haaqqah, he also asked if i'm well conversed in Arab. I let him talk and talk. I just smiled. And i board the train. Without him. Pheuh. He asked me to call... which of course i wont.

First time travelling alone.
Alone... but not lonely.

I was accompanied by my self-reflection. And Alhamdulillah, there are people protecting me. Or at least constantly looking upon my welfare. The bus service i took from Singapore carried 2 men and myself. Excluding 2 drivers. The pakciks drivers constantly checked on me if i'm ok. So sweet of them :)

Hey~ I'm not gonna go through day-by-day account. Just few things i wanna remember.


I MISS SCHOOL!!!!!!
I MISS CAMPUS LIFE!!!!!
I MISS LECTURES!!!!
I MISS LIBRARIES!!!
I JUZ MISS EVERY THING!!!
except the exams, really.


Other than that, i realised i'm capable of attending Arab lecture (i may need a big dictionary still, but i survived)

We also learnt to smell the flowers. Despite the busy tasks we have. Coz life contains choices.

Oh! Mental note: To read biography of Malcolm X. Have to search for the book at Kino should i go there again.

And last but not least, Sarah... thank you for having me. Cant thank you enuff, really.

Kinda lazy to write more. Enjoy the pics.


The winding road to mahallah Ameenah.

The view from where we mug.

The boy at the Malcolm X talk.











lalalala~
Humaira
cramp cramp cramp

How do i identify a divine sign?

I promise i'll update my UIA - Ramadhan experience....Soon... (pray i have the strength to do it)

Ja... when's our date? Miss you lots. Let's meet up over cereal sotong?

Perhaps this entry can jumpstart our endless conversation when we finally meet?

Have you ever done istikharah ?

A type of specific prayer which one practices when in a crossroad of choices.

How do u identify Allah's divine answer?

Some say... its in the calmness of the heart.
Some say... u can find it in your dreams.
Some say... well... you'll know it.

How do i know?

by something tangible, like reading or investigating the scary past?
or.... it is really about belief? and the courage to forget the past and trust the hope of the future?

I'm scared.
Yes, Darnie... you may be right. I may be scared of.. perhaps... being hurt again?
How do i remedy fear?

Belief? Trust?

Knowing Allah's bigger plan...?

humaira
Its humaira vs eeman part II.


Awaiting Saturday's itenary:
7am: At Office, preparing logs for wRAP-Up (Youth Programme)
8am: @ Kranji Sec Sch
8.30am: Prepare registration
9am: Programme commences - Parenting Talk, Lower Sec Workshop 5, Upper Sec Rehearsal
10.30am: Break
10.45: Programme resumes
12.30: Ends, refreshment
1pm: Fly to Wisma Indah
2.30pm: Research Methods paper
5pm: End. Asar
7pm: Meet kak Mariam n Yati to go Kak Azidah's house
8pm: Meet kak Sha and the rest to go to Ustaz Haniff's house
10pm: Home. To revise Science of Qur'an

Awaiting Sunday's madness:
7am: Hopefully, still awake and still revising
8am: On the way to Wisma Indah
9.30am: Science of Qur'an Exams
12noon: Ends and Zohor
2pm: Rush back home ~ Prepare to welcome Saff battalion
SMS The Yemen guy about the battalion. Prepare Video Conference.
10pm: Hopefully.... just hopefully.... that will be the end.
10.30pm: Breathe

Seasons of Love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned?
Or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned?
Or the way that she died?

U Local?

A very long over due post.

I'll catch up.

First: Thailand.

Sa waa dee ka~

A country of beauty and grace. I'm in love with the language and the way they speak! So respectful. The sky of Bangkok... so clear and pristine... i was amused as i always thought that Bangkok, of all places SHOULD be congested with air pollution. I breathe healthily.

Honestly, my Bangkok experience was found in the markets, bazaars and 3 eating places. We fasted despite our 'musafir' status. We survived, alhamdulillah, while conquering (lemme recall...) 2 shopping centres, 2 bazaars, 1 night market and of course, the in famous cha tu chak market. I admit, i didnt really conquer cha tu chak. I gave up after 4 hours of walking. And that only cover the accessories and clothes section. There are at least 6 other sections!

There are so many stories to tell.. including the incident with a fellow Singaporean at the new Bangkok airport. Oh well, we'll save it some other time.... or when we meet perhaps?

Enjoy the pic.

Which shopping centre do we go first?

2 chicks and a spotty shelter

Dazed by the choice

The hitch-hiking baby elephant.

LOL!!!

Colours colours colours!C'est de la France! J'aime la roue nuit~

Hard Rock with Interesting Warning...."No Drugs or Nuclear Weapons allowed inside"

Mirror mirror in my hand...

The boy who inspires

Johnny's social conscience.
A great landmark too!

Tired and saved by an Arab restaurant

Pass at 15kg

Bz Bz airport

Amateur photos

Leaving Thailand with a glimpse of Beauty and Grace
Kap Kum Ka~