5 Electrifying Events! Yehaaa!

I have only been away for a week but it feels like a month. I guess it is because of the activities that I have been filling my days with. Yes, my life has been quite exciting these past few days. Alhamdulillah. I concur with @DanialMann who tweeted that he was too young to feel bored to the extent only known by him yesterday. It is indeed such a waste to live your everyday life with doing nothing. It is okay to do the same lame routines each day because a routine is akin to a responsibility that you are obligated to perform. Nonetheless, we still need to add a little more effort to vivify and enrich our as dead as a doornail days so that we have something learnable to tell our kids in the future.

Do you get what I mean?

In order to restrain myself from blabbering too much which I suppose always annoys you to death, I am going to put a few pictures that will tell you what I have done and of course, with brief explanations. I am afraid some of you cannot read pictures. Moreover, a single picture is said to be worth a thousand words. We might happen to decipher the pictures in two distinct ways. Just so you know, different people have different views. And every individual is entitled to their respective views.

See? I have started to talk hogwash. We had better get going now! I mean, at this very moment.

1) Jeffry ♥ Zila
On 21st January, I attended a wedding of my maternal cousin’s who happened to marry his own neighbor who lived just next to his house. As ordinary as other kids are, they both used to play together when they were nippers and had never thought of marrying each other. Who would have ever thought, right? Unless they are as puckish as I am but the fact is, they are not. Congratulations, Abang Jeffry and Kak Zila. Lots of love from KLANG!


2) Step-niece’s Engagement
The next day after my cousin’s wedding day, my family and I were invited to my step-niece’s engagement. Basically, her father is my paternal cousin. It was a last-minute invitation, I suppose. I am not any close with her. I went there for the sake of cherishing the bond between my family and relatives. Not more than that. There are no photos of my step-niece. Why would I take her picture, right? But there are snapshots of me and my dear cousins and real nieces. HAHAHA!



3) Triplets’ Birthday

Nah, they are not really triplets. They were born on different years yet on the same date which was 18 January. They whom I am referring to are my elder brother, younger sister and nephew. We merely had a small party and invited a number of people. It was fun, though. My one-year-old nephew was not scared of anybody and in fact, he approached every guest with his incredibly adorable smile and welcoming touch. His name is Ahmad Wildan and do you know what it means? He is one of those angels who are going to take care of the girls in heaven. A bidadara syurga.

4) A Baby Shindig


After several years of being away from each other, we finally met at a baby shindig. Alhamdulillah. Studying in different institutions makes it hard for us to congregate for our holidays hardly clash. I last met @sakinahzahri on the last day of SPM which was approximately two years ago. Two years ago, man! Only God knows how badly I missed her. I could not thank God enough for giving us an opportunity to get together again. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. God blesses my friends.

5) Job Interview
Guess what, fella? I finally got myself a job! Starting from this coming 31st January, I’ll be working at a new Giant Mall near my house. And I finally have reason to wake up early in the morning. I am tired of my lifelessness. It just has to end. I went for the job interview today and got accepted right away, Alhamdulillah. Imma earn some ka-ching-ching-ching! Woot-woot!

Ps; I have lost the confidence to write in English ever since I got my second MUET result. And my writing has also become weaker since then. English experts, do help me correct all the grammatical errors found in any posts. Thank you in advance.

What a bizarre want!

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Call me a freak, but all I want from the guy, on whom I currently have a crush, to do for me in particular is to regard me as his little sister even though the difference between our ages is not as big as it is between me and Khairul Helmi. God, I am sorry for I keep on mentioning his name. I am over him but he used to be the greatest thing that had ever happened in my life. How could I forget him?

It has been four years, though.

Okay, that’s not the point. Let us keep that aside. Well guys, I presently have my eyes on someone whom I first met at a big event which was held for the second time about three months ago. Yes, I did make an entry about the event and whom I met on that day. Go through my archives if you are too eager to know what event it was.

I thought that he was my passing-interest – I still do somehow – but when a cousin of mine sort of keeps sending me some photos of him, I think I am growing to like him even more deeply. He is not that kind of guy who is near to perfection but he is attractive in a way that none of the adjectives I know of can define.

Yeah, like seriously!

What moves me to want to be regarded as his little sister is because of the awkwardness I think he might feel if we meet again.

We are not any close, you know? I don’t even think he realizes that we have met before. At the event, of course. So, if he thinks me as a proper psycho who is madly crushing on him, he’ll definitely feel so awkward, right?

If I ever want to take a picture with him, the awkwardness is gonna conquer him all and he will be hesitant about how close he should be to me. I mean, the literal distance when taking the picture. I want him to at least put his arm around my shoulder at his pleasure. Like best buddies liddat, you know?

Whatever it is, this is a mere dream which I believe would not come true. Why? It is because I am out of his league. He is like a very cool and stylish guy who can afford branded thingy whereas I can hardly afford a RM40 pair of shoes. Moreover, we are embarking on two different journeys. He is into broadcasting while I am .. I don’t even know what I am into! Oh God.

I am such an unorganized ladeyh!

Besides, he already has a sister. A damn cute little sister, I tell you. Can you imagine what he would say if I were to propose him to be my brother? Well, at least what I have in my head is him saying straight to my face, “I already have a sister” and sniggering at me.

It just is a miracle if the guy that you like, likes you in return.

4 tarikan Ustaz Don Danial

Assalamualaikum w.b.t buat pembaca Khakihaku sekalian! Walaupun aku tidak pasti jika blog aku yang serba kekurangan ini masih dilawati dan dibaca isinya ataupun tidak, aku lebih gemar memupuk nilai optimis dalam diri ini. Semoga kita sentiasa dicucuri rahmat-Nya dari seharike sehari, insyaALLAH dan amin ya rabbal alamin.

Aku terdetik untuk menulis entri ini sebaik sahaja aku menonton rancangan 30 Minit Bersama Ustaz Don. Ya, penceramah agama yang namanya semakin kerap meniti bibir rakyat sejagat, lebih-lebih kaum yang lahirnya dari rusuk kiri para lelaki.

Pertama kali aku mengetahui kewujudan Ustaz Don Danial ialah semasa aku meneroka sebaris ‘link’ yang membawa aku ke laman sesawang di mana sebuah video Ustaz Don telah disunting menjadi pendek, maka penantian tamatnya ‘loading’ video tersebut tidak terlalu lama.

Tipulah jika aku tidak jatuh hati pada paras rupanya yang tidak melampau untuk aku katakan hampir-hampir sempurna atau hampir-hampir seperti lelaki idaman seluruh wanita di muka bumi ini.

Oleh kemungkinan kejahilan diri ini, perkataan pertama yang meluncur dari bibir bukanlah “masya-Allah”, tetapi, “Handsome-nya!”

Menyedari video yang aku sedang tonton kala itu berunsurkan agama, aku cepat-cepat menegur dan mendidik diri sendiri untuk mengungkapkan kalimah “Masya-Allah” setiap kali rasa teruja melihat ketampanan ustaz Don yang dikurniakan-Nya.

Aku berpendapat bahawa insan seperti Ustaz Don-lah yang diperlukan remaja-remaja generasi ini untuk menarik mereka mendengar ceramah-ceramah agama. Kita semua sedia maklum, para remaja sekarang lebih cenderung menonton forum dan temu ramah dan segala macam rancangan hasil produksi Barat berbanding yang dihasilkan kaum tempatan.

Dan tidak terkecualilah diri ini nan satu.

4 signifikasi yang menarik tentang Ustaz Don Danial
1) Raut wajah yang menawan
Ustaz Don bukan sahaja tampan, malah manis ‘banget’ hinggakan sebaris senyumannya mampu meluruhkan jantung ramai wanita. Terutama Khaleeqa. Jadi manis dan tampan aku rangkumkan dala satu adjektif iaitu ‘menawan’.

Antara laki dan perempuan, yang mudah terjebak dalam kancah maksiat atau sebagainya yang tidak berfaedah ialah perempuan. Jadi, kehadiran Ustaz Don, aku percaya, mampu menarik minat kami, kaum perempuan untuk mendengar ceramahnya dan secara langsung menimba ilmu pengetahuan yang berunsurkan hari akhirat.

2) Loghat Pulau Pinang
Dalam banyak-banyak loghat, loghat Pulau Pinang yang dirasakan paling lembut lenggok dan bunyinya. Aku suka mendengar kawan-kawanku berbicara dengan loghat Pulau Pinang. Oleh sebab tu perempuan ramai jatuh hati dengan mamak barangkali.

Hehe.

Dan loghat Pulau Pinang ini boleh dikatakan universal sebab mudah untuk difahami memandangkan ia hampir sama dengan loghat orang Selangor.

3) Lawak
Lawak dan berseloroh adalah dua perkara yang berbeza. Lawak memang walau dia buat apa saja, walau apa yang dituturkan mampu mencetuskan tawa di bibir orang lain. Manakala berseloroh ni lebih kepada cakap lepas. Dan orang Malaysia memang suka benar dengan budaya cakap lepas ni. Mereka yang berseloroh selalu dilihat kelakar.

Bagi aku, lawak dan berseloroh ini yang membezakan Ustaz Don dan Ustaz Azhar. Kawan aku, Adzhim atau lebih dikenali sebagai Yop dalam kalangan kawan kami, mengatakan penyampaian Ustaz Azhar lebih dekat dengan hati dan perasaan pendengar.


_{:) Kalian dipersilakan untuk follow Adzhim a.k.a Yop (:}
Aku tiada komen tentang hal itu sebab lain orang lain minatnya dan pendapatnya, ya tak? Aku lebih gemarkan penyampaian yang agak formal. Aku lebih suka letak jurang yang jelas antara aku dan penceramah, antara aku dan pendidik. Aku sebagai insan yang jahil yang ingin menimba ilmu, dan pendidik yang berpengetahuan yang ingin menurunkan ilmu padaku.

Namun, aku tak nafikan kebagusan syarahan Ustaz Azhar!

4) Muda
Aku rasa tak perlu aku bezakan Ustaz Don dengan ustaz Azhar atau dengan mana-mana ustaz sekali pun. Mereka mempunyai karakter tersendiri yang menarik. Tetapi yang faktor umur yang muda, aku rasakan sebagai satu bonus untuk Ustaz Don.

Aku sebagai seorang yang muda lagi, aku memang dah berkali-ali dengar dan arif benar dengan sikap mereka dalam lingkunan umur aku. Generasi sekarang kurang atau memang hampir tidak hormatkan lagi orang tua.

Jadi, aku tak akan terkejut kalau-kalau ada remaja atau belia yang kata, “Alah! Orang tua memang begitu!” “Dah tua-tua barulah alim!” “Orang tua bukan boleh percaya sangat cakap dorang!” dan yang sewaktu dengannya.

Aku percaya, faktor umur Ustaz Don yang muda akan membuatkan beliau dekat dengan hati pendengar. Melihat Ustaz Don yang muda yang telah berada di landasan yang benar akan membuatkan para remaja zaman sekarang mengikut jejak beliau untuk mencari hidayah bagi menemui landasan yang benar di usia yang muda.

At least, that’s what I think.

Sekian, empat signifikasi yang aku percaya, membuatkan Ustaz Don Danial mudah diterima. Biarkan niat pertama untuk mendengar ceramah beliau kerana ingin melihat paras rupanya yang indah, asalkan sambil-sambil itu dapat kita menimba ilmu.

Setiap butir yang disampaikan Ustaz Don sebentar tadi meresap jauh ke dalam minda aku ini. Alhamdulillah. Semoga kekal di situ selamanya dan semoga aku dikurniakan hidayah untuk mengamalkannya dalam masa terdekat.

Amin.

Ps; Rancangan 30 Minit Bersama ustaz Danial adalah pada hari Isnin hingga Khamis jam 10 malam di TV Al-Hijrah.

My Man

Lovely day, visitors and followers ❣ *wink

I really love the word ‘lovely’. It has been a habit to wish people ‘lovely day’ instead of ‘good day’. Perhaps, it is because I just love you readers so much but of course-lah, I love my blog more. He has been with me for four years. I would never delete any entry ever written although I might hide some in order to avoid a lot more controversies. I have hidden blogposts about Mat Sabu and Wardina, for instance.

I was asked by someone if I would delete the posts about my ex-boyfriend, Khairul Helmi and the person suggested me to delete them because my ex was getting married this coming June.(Congratulations, dude!) So, he was worried that one day, Khairul Helmi’s children or even his wife would find the bloody posts and I would indirectly rock the boat.

To be honest, I never thought of deleting them. The least I would do is probably just hide them. The memories are so sweet to be removed just like that. I believe his future-wife will understand that she was not his first love. I mean, she might have been because they were school-mates back then but she must know that along the way before he met his true love which was and for sure is her or before they hooked up for like uh-gain which occurred right after I broke up with him, he had had a few other girlfriends.

And if I am not mistaken, I was one of the hapless girls. *face palm*

I have accepted the fact that the love I had had with him was merely a puppy-love. (Oh I love puppies!) His future-wife, I must admit, is a natural beauty. I saw some pictures of her without make-ups and she looked adorably lovely. Congratulations in advance, sweet couple of the year! Good luck with the new journey called a married life that you both are about to embark. Lots of love from Klang!


For God’s sake, that was not the main point of this post. My ex is not my man that I wanted to talk about. That’s me. I cannot stop once I start blathering. For the umpteenth times, pardon me, fellows.

I am of the belief that you guys are well-aware of how mad a girl can be when it comes to talking about her prince charming or the one she wishes she would marry. Well, since I am just an ordinary girl who lives an ordinary life, I do get excited about having someone in my life called a husband. Yes, a husband. I am not bothered to find any more boyfriends, puh-lease.

Of course, who isn’t excited to be pronounced “Man and Wife” with your loved one? Nonetheless, the thrill I used to experience when talking to my girlfriends about those guys with undeniably perfect looks can nowhere be found anymore. I am starting to feel that I am no longer the fun person I used to be. The joyous Khaleeqa people love being around. The cheerful Khaleeqa who can smile in her soundless sleep. The talkative Khaleeqa people seek informational materials to talk about from.

I am lost. My family and buddies have lost me.

As cited in another post, I had written about my problem but I had not had it published because I found it unnecessary. Finding it needless does not mean it is not tearing me into shreds. Just like @faliqfahmie said, “Just because we don’t talk about it, doesn’t mean it’s not killing us inside.”

I have been mulling over the problems and possible antidotes these days. What makes my problem differ from yours is the leader of my family is jobless and the one who is enduring all the expenditures is the queen whose monthly salary is less than a thousand. My heart ruptures every time I hear my mom borrow money from my brother to buy us meal.

Our house runs of food every now and then and it happens when you have a demanding-yet-unwaged dad. I am stressing out because I have to commit to being the most helpful person to my mother, making sure my brothers and sister do not fall asleep in hungry and being a loyal listener to my mother who sometimes cannot control her anger – of course, some women would just leave my dad if they were in my mother’s shoes.

My mother is the toughest woman in the universe.

"And I will never stop praying to God that my mother will keep being strong and HE will keep bestowing my mother the strength to live on from above. I believe God is good and this is just a mere test to make us continually think of Our Creator."
Alhamdulillah, despite the being of the leader of the family who is on the dole, I have supportive siblings who are – not to mention – annoying at times but they are always there with me and my beloved mother. I love the fact that my elder brother’s attitudes and behaviours are contrary to my dad’s. He cares for my younger sister’s and brother’s education. He is concerned about the burden our mom is enduring and he always tries to perform his responsibilities as a child to our parents, as a brother and as a student at his best.

He makes my mother chill out with his excellent examination results. Not to boast, my brother’s pointer has never been below 3.7. I am the opposite of him because my pointer in contrast has never been above 3.7. Not even 3.6. The highest I have ever got is 3.5. Still, Alhamdulillah. Some struggled to pass 3.0 but I watched more than five episodes of a Korean drama during my final semester’s examination week and got 3.5.

What kind of creature am I if I am not grateful with what got?

What I wanted to say is, the man of my life at this moment in time is my elder brother, Aqeel Idrus. If supposedly a dad’s wish comes second, I will put my bro’s next to my mom’s. I will prioritize theirs for they care about me more than our supposedly leader of the family does. They inspire me to change for the better even though I hardly make a move.

Another thing that I want you to know is, my dad is a loving man. He really is. He loves his grandchildren so much that he is willing to send them to school and fetch them back. I know he wishes he could change the world. Our world. And I know he tries to make ends meet. Maybe it is not the time yet. I am angry with him for taking his responsibility in stabilizing the family's finance for granted. He acts as if he could not care less but I know deep inside his heart, he does not mean to do this to us.

I believe in you, Baba. I always do.


My prayer is God will shed my father some light on the means to make ends meet. As well as prolong my brother’s and mother’s lives so that my younger siblings and I can grow up without a lack of love. Indeed, one word frees us all the weight of pain of life and that word is love (1997, as cited in Aisya Sofea, 1977).

I believe God is hearing me.

The ugly truth

Pleasant morning, everybody! Don’t forget to take you breakfast before you get off to work, ladies and gentlemen. It is advisable that you take a bit heavier breakfast. Don’t be bothered by having extra fats. Skinny people tend to look older than their age, remember?

I just discovered an ugly truth about me. I am not surprised, though. I have been telling people from time to time that my English is not any good. If it were, I would not feel ashamed or frantic every time I converse with those whose English is undeniably excellent. Back in the college, I used to feel on edge when it came to talking to my English lecturers despite my friends’ compliments about my English.

Approximately eight hours ago, I got my second MUET result. A Band 3, it is. I do not know how to decipher what lies behind the fate of getting Band 3 twice but all I know is, I have let my family down. They had wished to see me further my degree in law yet with the heartbreaking result, I had to say bye-bye to Bachelor of Legal Studies.

Maybe it is the consequence of cherishing my second language more than my primary language. Maybe it is just a plain truth that I still have a lot to improve. Maybe it is some kind of sign that I should stop annoying people by correcting their English when they are tweeting.

This reminds me so much of Muhammad Khalis. I am in the lurch! He must be laughing so hard after reading this or will at least just sneer at me. I put my hands down, dude. I won’t be annoying you with such corrections anymore. There will be no more English tutorial by Khaleeqa on Twitter either.

*sigh*

To whom it may concern, thank you for comforting me. Perhaps it is true that MUET does not prove anything. Nonetheless, it does to my family. It does to critically judgmental persons I am surrounded by. It does to those who will determine which course I'm gonna be studying in degree. God, I am in trouble.

It is such an ugly truth to them. Too ugly that they cannot bear to see or even glance at.

Ps; I myself do not know what I should do next. I will probably discuss it further with my parents tonight. Pray for me that they will not get cross!

The fools and their fool's gold

Assalamualaikum and a lovely day to everyone who is reading this post❣ My wish is everyone is doing just fine no matter where you folks are now. Before I go any further, there is a thing I would like to clarify. The reason why I rarely update is not because I rarely write. I do write, kind of regularly, but I always end up thinking that what I wrote is unnecessary. For instance, I have written about a guy I currently have a crush on, about my family’s endless pecuniary drawback, about my wishes for 2012, as well as about my dissatisfaction with the way pious people correcting not-so-pious people.

Yes, I wrote them all but I have yet to publish them on this precious blog.

I wanted to wish my dwindling blog’s visitors and followers a very very happy new year, yet it turned out I felt like it was something that every blogger in the world was probably doing at the time so I decided to wait for a few days until I forgot that I wanted to make a post about the new year eve. That was what happened. That was why I had not wished you people a happy new year. Pardon me, guys.

I hope it is not too late! Happy New Year and May God bless us all. Have a nice day ahead! If you believe this year is the last year for us all, do perform everything at your best then. And for those who don’t, just because you don’t, does not mean you can purposely commit a misdeed. What? You think you’re gonna live forever? What if your tomorrow never comes? Have you ever thought of that? No? You’d better start now.



NOW, what is with the fools and fool’s gold? It was reported in today’s and yesterday’s newspapers that villagers of Kampung Melayu had been wowed by the glittering stones found on a road at Jalan Mewah. Although experts had confirmed that the stones were merely granite stones engrafted with iron sulphide which glowed in the dark and shone under the sunlight, the villagers were so optimistic that they kept looking and collecting that stones known as fool’s gold.


Perhaps, that is the good part of Malays. They become extremely optimistic when it comes to an undying desire to be rich. In one go, they are making a fool of themselves. It shows that my people are always in search of shortcuts to success and happiness. They probably thought that the stones were valuable that they could be millionaires just by pawning them. It is overwhelming to know that only Malays were there, being fools by collecting fool’s gold.

I felt ashamed when a Chinese proprietor mocked the villagers, saying they could keep the stones at home as decorative items. Even though the villagers are of nobodies that I know, I still feel mocked because the villagers are Malay. How would you feel if you – a Malay – heard a person of other race said, “Apalah! Bodoh punya Melayu!” ("What a stupid Malay!")?

"Regardless of different opinions we may be of, we are still seen as one by other races. Please bear that in mind, people. We are one. A single Malay’s success is ours and a single Malay’s fault is ours too."
Another thing is, there are no such things as shortcuts to happiness. Let alone an eternal one. Thinking the stones on the road can make you a rich person is unacceptably stupid. If they were, Jalan Mewah would be the richest neighborhood ever that you people living there could afford the longest bridge in the world. Unfortunately, they are not. The stones are not worth a cent. Let us stop here and crack down on our real lives. Being silly at times is essential for a good laugh but making a fool of ourselves purposely in public is very out of place and needless indeed.

Come on, people! We are more than what we are now. Let us pray that our triumphs in the offing will vindicate us.