those missing lucky charms

happiness, we don't find, we create.

the idea of walking along the beach barefoot in your favourite bold summer dress and soaking up the sun sounds pretty amazing. I would love to go out and play. honestly, I already have the beautiful picture framed in mind.

but that one can wait.

all I need right now is you telling me everything is okay so I should stop worrying.

they say, laughter is the best medicine.

a big hug or a pat on my back will be just fine too.

prayers for you

came to know that I was born on Saturday, 12 Rejab 1409H,

7am in the morning.

salam maulidur rasul. :)

transparent

monday is always occupied with long lectures and classes. four subjects in a row. it is tiring as it sounds. as for today, I lost focus as the midday approached. sadly I wasn't the only one.

masa offtask macam macam saya nampak.

on my left, someone updated status on facebook. a guy three seats from mine busy played game on his hand phone. one sat in front of my neighbour also had a good time sketching a whole page of cartoon characters in his notebook. my neighbour too had her ipod on during that last one hour ;)

tiba tiba saya terdengar satu confession dari belakang yang buat saya terdiam serta merta. tak sangka dia begitu berterus terang. tentang apa yang dia mahu. tentang apa yang dia rasa. bukan dengan saya, tapi mereka. mungkin kerana saya sudah diberitahu awal. cuma tak sangka dia open sampai ke situ.

jujurnya, saya masih belum bersedia. and making decision is not easy.

p/s: happy birthday Mrs. Hisham! 1st birthday as someone's wife must be extra sweet kan dear ku nurul nabila?

stars are brighter in a darker night

People are getting older so forgive me if certain things are easily slipped through this mind too.

I already started to forget some good things that once put smiles across my face;

A good service from a cashier at a supermarket counter always made me pleased.

A box of chocolate left in front of the door from a secret admirer was so sweet.

A 'I miss you' text message in the middle of the night was more thoughtful.

or even simply a calendar as a gift for your best performance easily made my day.

a very significant calendar from a lecturer.

p/s: thanks a friend for this reminder. I almost forget about it. and I shall not.

beautiful.

My Saturday was spent well with some browsing and shopping agenda. Jalan TAR was packed with people, be it locals or tourists who were busy looking for things for themselves. As for these two girls, thousand of colourful shawls, scarves and brooches managed to amuse them in some ways.

best item of the day; sepasang kurung putih bermotif bunga bunga kecil biru dan pink.

p/s: the digits in my account is decreasing. too bad.

personal therapy

I wasn't sure when was the first time I loved blogging. The first idea of having blog was when I was far away in Australia. Being thousand miles from home, I thought it was wise to wider my medium of connection with them. So apart of using the traditional call services which was obviously easy but could cost you some money if you exceed the usage, we got connected through channels like skype and yahoo messengers. though sometimes we had to webcam without any voice due to connection limitation. yet, it was fun really.

Definitely, it wasn't done on daily basis. So by putting all my movement here, I simply make my parents' monitoring job be much easier. This is my way of reporting them what I do. No. It is always more than that.

I write randomly. I started writing years before since I was a little girl. Ask mum, each time we went somewhere, what was a must thing in my bag? It was a note book. I scribbled a lot. Even, I started writing a letter to my uncle in US when I was 3 or 4 years old. Mum still has a copy of the unsent letters I scribbled with her.

I don't really know why do I love writing. The most convincing reason is probably because I talk less than you. In other words, it is just my way of speaking to others. pathetic kan? -_-"

It is just too addictive. It has special way of making me feel good like a therapy.