Fear.

"I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always ... so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
— Yann Martel (Life of Pi)

p/s:there`s nothing to fear but fear itself~~~

tag by nadia n enna.

first of all, thanks to nadia and enna for tagging me~~ first of all i want to tell you that i`m very honest in doing this tag ok. (sbnarnya habis aku delete gmbaar2 yg ptt jd no 8 tu) hahahahaha. dia x cakap pon xleh wat camtu, so didn`t break the rule lah.. hohoho. so here`s the tag:

1. go to your photo files, select the 8th photo folder.
2. select the 8th photo in that folder.
3. post that photo with the story behind it
4. then challenge 8 blogging friend to do the same.


so, ladies and gentlemen here`s the pict! :



hohoho~~ in this pict: noni, izwani, zura n aina~~ this is the last outing that i went with them in kuantan. huhuhu. we went to the bookfare in megamall and we bought the seven-for-RM10 phone straps that izwani FORCED all of us to buy. hahahaha. sede molek ado 7 ore- noni, me, izwani, enna, riz, kak we and zura.. it was a sweet memories guy~~~~ :D

p/s: mls nak tag sape2! hehehe

the "death" of my ayah. huhu

after a long while of rest from blogging, i decided to write something today! heeee~ :D

ok, just now, my father just fetch me from work and as i was just entering the car, he said to me

"asraf, ada dgr tak berita ayoh mati accident?"

and i was like "huh??" cause you know, he was like obviously alive. only then did he told me that the news of his death had been widespread at the village. i heard that my auntie had cried that she almost fainted. and my father got a zillion of phone calls that he was tired explaining that he`s not dead yet.(btw, what`s up with calling people who you thought was dead anyway?). well actually, it turned out that it was the wrong person who has the same name as my father who died in an accident and somebody had been informing everyone thinking that it was my father.huhuhu.

thank god that it was not him cause i just cannot imagine if that really happen.

p/s: my second sister is in hospital right now, her water just broke- i`m going to get my first niece/nephew soon!!! happy~~~~ heeeeeee~~

Bicara Cinta. ;)

"Love is . . . Being happy for the other person when they are happy, Being sad for the person when they are sad, Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.

Love is . . . Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF REALITY.

Love is . . . An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF UNITY.

Love is . . . The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS.

Love is . . . The excitement of planning things together, The excitement of doing things together.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF THE FUTURE.
Love is . . . The fury of the storm, The calm in the rainbow.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF PASSION.

Love is . . . Giving and taking in a daily situation, Being patient with each other's needs and desires.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SHARING.

Love is . . . Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens, Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.
LOVE IS THE SOURCE OF SECURITY.
LOVE IS . . . THE SOURCE OF LIFE!"

p/s: my spirit are lift when i read this, :)

!!!!

i was writing a post with all my heart- pouring all my sadness on the blog when the connection ended! the post dissappeared! and it didn`t help that i`m having a stressful couple of days and am damn tired right now! damn internet connection!!! ARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!



- THE END -

oh god, i`m miserable right now! (T_T)

jawab tag dgn penuh semangat!!!

hohoho, now`s the time to do the tag that amir n nadia impose to me. thanks for the tag btw. i`ll answer it with full spirit keyh! haha

1) siapakah diri anda di rumah?

full-time eater, pembace novel atas katil, pengacau adik2. that`s all.

2) siapakah diri anda di samping rakan?

untuk mengelakkan org kata aku perasan, aku x nak jawab.. hahaha!

3) 5 benda yg anda idamkan tp masih belum tercapai

novels- complete set of laskar pelangi, tautan hati, snow flower n the secret fan.

kdai buku sendiri.

degree tesl.

lbih rmai kawan yg sejati.

isteri. *ceh, hahahaha*


4) siapakah nama pasangan anda

nur amina dalam cite nur kasih tu. (dia dah tggalkan remy ishak utk bersama dgn aku)

5) ceritakan 5 perkara yg paling anda suka tentang pasangan anda

eh! malulah nak jawab!

6) bila tarikh anda couple

dah lima, enam tahun dah.

7) apakah kenangan pahit anda bersama pasangan anda

xnak la cite kat public, malu2.

8) lagu tema cinta anda

xdok lagu2 eh.

9)apa perubahan yg ingin anda lihat dari pasangan anda

molek doh tuh~ hohoho

10) tag 10 rakan yg lain...

yo

stopa

subaidi

enna mardhiah

maryam

jannah

durratul ain

nabil mokhtar

hoh, tu ke la kot, ckp x spuluh?~ bwat deh, jgn x wat.



p/s: post ini ngabe yer~ hak hak

kata.

"to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."


— Ellen Bass