mien's wedding

assalamualaikum,

i still remember a wisdom words which i found from a newspaper when i was in secondary school. i was so in love with it till i suggested to my dorm mates to print it on our dorm shirts. hihi

oh, my classmate when i was in ikups got married last week. i drove all the way from Taiping. hehe. semangat! thinking of going alone but i dare not to take the risk since that might be a strong reason for my parents not to let me go. kah kah. so, i brought along my only little sister.

upon arrival, we made a pit stop at the small town. it was my first time going to Pendang. not really kampung as what i imagined before i arrived. sorry orang pendang. tak sengaja! don't judge by the name huh. haha

picture's courtesy of yan

i just wonder...."am i too old?" or "are they too young to be married?". i need the answer cz right now i feel i'm left behind. haha. tak lah.  thinking of the countless responsibilities, i'm not yet ready. i wanna roam free for a little longer before someone ties me up in a castle full of promises but actually, it comes along with sacrifices. one thing i believe, when the right time comes, everything will go easy unlike what you have always imagined. 

oh, congratulations to my dear friend and her husband. bekerjasama! things will be easy. patient always. iA, you'll treasure the sakinah mawaddha wa rahmah together though with thousands of hustles coming in, in between, along  etc. jumpa next year, make sure dah siap dengan the young of mienasa. kah kah kah. suka hati aku. 

till then, assalamualaikum. 

Episod 1

Salam,

Salam Ramadhan 1433H!

Hari ini hari pertama CINTA kembali lagi. Selamat kembali CINTA. Selamat kembali SAYANG. Kehadiranmu di nanti-nanti. Berlalulah dengan seperlahan mungkin. Andai bisa ku bekukan masa, nescaya akan kulakukan. Hakikatnya, tiada siapa manusia yang bisa. Wahai kudrat, kita kena bekerja sedari saat ini. Ayuh melangkah. Wahai sang nafsu, pejamkan mata dan tidurlah.Wahai mulut, bantulah. Wahai mata, tundukla. Wahai kaki, pilihlah jalan yang suci tanpa noda sahaja. Wahai telinga, berhati hatilah. Wahai seketul daging, kau xberseorang untuk melawan nafsu. mata akan tunduk, telinga akan berhati-hati, mulut akan mambantu dan kaki akan memilih. Selamat berjuang wahai roh dan jasad hamba.


Peristiwa 30 Syaaban 1433H: Jaulah 

Jauh perjalanan, luas pemandangan. Destinasi bermula dari Little India ke sekitar Lebuh Quay ke Padang Kota Lama ke Komtar ke Batu Feringghi ke Masjid Terapung dan ke Persiaran Gurney. Terima kasih tak terhingga kepada Cik pemandu dan penumpang-penumpang kerana sabar dan tidak kenal ertiletih walaupun, hakikatnya, letih. Alhamdulillah, semua yang dirancang menjadi kenyataan malah ada pertambahan tempat. Dalam masa kurang 6 jam. Lengkap satu pusingan di sebahagian tempat menarik dan menjadi tumpuan di Pulau Mutira ni. Saya sangat gembira walau sedikit kecewa sebab tak mampu nak jadi pemandu kedua. Pemandu pertama sangat letih. Alhamdulillah, lulus ujian menjadi pemandu pelacong walau masih kurang kenal jalan.

the tourist guide in charged:
syahira ismail

sehari sebelum 'CINTA' datang

salam,


=) semalam sedih.hari ni xsedih dah sebab dah boleh berfikir dengan sangat matang. rasa rasanya la. =)


mari kita imbas kembali peristiwa tiga tahun yang lepas sempena sahabat saya, Aqmar yang sekarang berada di bilik saya, di katil saya, di sisi saya setelah tiga tahun jauh dari saya. alhamdulillah. Tak tergambar persaaan bila dapat tahu ada sahabat yang nak mencemar duli ke teratak buruk. Doa dipanjatkan setiap malam dan siang semoga dipermudahkan. Nak sangat bawa sahabat jalan-jalan merasai udara Pulau Pinang walau angin di sini tak mungkin setanding dengan bersihnya udara di nun jauh di bumi Perancis. =) Siang malam memikirkan kenderaan dan tempat tinggal. Akhirnya, alhamdulillah. Ya Sami' mendegar permintaan hamba yang hina ini. Maka, terjadilah hari ini. Hari yang penuh kegembiraan. Hilai ketawa dan sesi bercerita yang tiada kesudahan sampai terpaksa diberhentikan menjadi saksi betapa kami rindu zaman muda kami. ZAMAN otai kami. ZAMAN yang kami gelarkan fasa penuh ke'skema'an. ZAMAN yang kami gelarkan  zaman jatuh dan bangun. ZAMAN yang menyediakan kami kepada kehidupan hari ini. 


tiga tahun dulu di bulan ramadhan.jadual dah tersedia. cuma perlu diikut. tiada apa yang perlu dirisaukan. semuanya OK walau ada kalanya risau tak sempat study dan siapkan 'homework'. Tapi semuanya mudah kerana hidup dengan jadual dan masa terikat dengan jadual. SEKARANG..dugaan masa menjadi-jadi. ganbare syahira!


esok iA nak ke Batu Feringghi. Nak cuba jadi tourist guide tapi tourist guide versi takut nak drive. tetamu bawak tuan rumah jalan-jalan. kih2. kita merancang , Allah juga merancang dan Sesungguhnya Dialah sebaik baik perancang.=)


Salam Ramadhan 1433H. The journey begins!!!Yeehaaa. Power puff girl akan bertukar menjadi SUPER lady. 


The super lady:
Syahira

my beautiful old days

salam,

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again

-jason castro-

 nothing last forever but those words resonated with me deeply. 

save the moments

salam,

a friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be (Douglas Pagels)

pause a second
to reflect, enjoy, laugh, smile, hug, kiss, chit-chat and etc

save the moments and make a du'a

till we meet again in the future

a day to remember

salam,

presenting....
Walimatul Urus Wan Nabilah & Ahmad

Dan kahwinkanlah orang-orang bujang (lelaki dan perempuan) dari kalangan kamu, dan orang-orang yang soleh dari hamba-hamba kamu, lelaki dan perempuan. Jika mereka miskin, Allah akan memberikan kekayaan kepada mereka dari limpah kurnia-Nya kerana Allah Maha Luas (rahmatNya dan limpah kurnia-Nya), lagi Maha Mengetahui" (al-Nur 24:32)

officially taken.may Allah bless..

the first batch arrived

i was speechless and clueless. excited and nervous mixed. that was my first time attending to my own  close friend's wedding ceremony. i should not cry. i should smile and pat her back. congratulations wan!! you did it wan. few of my friends did ask her (secret recipe please!!!). she replied, " she has been praying for a soleh best friend since she was form 3, since our ustazah and teachers back in sbpikp told her to start asking from Allah s.w.t for a soleh boy friend forever till jannah from now on". 

looking at her 24 hours smiling face made me feel like 'i want a halal bff till jannah' too. He knows better. 

my first time after three years joining the crowd. i missed my friends so much and hoping for the next 'meet and greet' opportunity again. half of the crowd who came yesterday might be us 'ex-ikupa' . thanks all!! till we meet again iA soon. who's next??

reunion

salam,

after a bout 6 years of separation. finally we meet again. a new brand of k.tiqah vs a new brand of syira. the last time we meet was on 2008. i was still  young and fragile at that time. it was three years ago. time flies very fast. Now, i'm no longer the old me. my k.tiqah is no longer the old her. everything has changed. she looks more matured than the old her. lovely. gorgeous. matured.a doctor-to-be. few more years to survive in Egypt. spending time together though only for a few hours is more than enough for me to reminisce my old time back in sbpikp. =). for nearly 6 years, no message, no news. nothing. the only thing i know is k.tiqah is no longer in Malaysia.

to be continued......

north or south

salam,

making a decision.owh, it's really not me. i need a million days for a small simple decision.  i'm still stuck in my messy room while the others are already walking down to the bus stop and the will surely get home early than me. i'm so jealous but what should i do. i have to wait and think wisely and double critically before i regret in the coming future. a golden chance will never come back once it has gone. this feeling of rindu is indescribable. owh, if you ask me why now. why i miss my school?for what i miss them all damn much?i have no answer. but my women instinct says that syahira is terribly missing something until the object comes into her dream and she dreams of staying at a place where she has lots of her missing friends. owh, if you all know dear all my friends. if only we share the same nerve cord, then i can send you all my love messages. i dun have to be there but still i know what are you all doing there.  i wanna go there but i've no one to accompany me. i wanna be there but i dunno what should i do once i get a chance of standing in front of the object that comes into my dream which is happened to be the school entrance. muahaha..am i crazy or is this what we called hormone confusion as usually a sane human will miss human but me, i miss my school. if i miss someone and i get a chance of meeting them, i will surely hug them. how if i miss the building?am i going to do the same as what i always do to human..haha, can't imagine.

50% says yes and the other half says no. but i think i'm gonna choose the other 50% of no. mak says its too far and its dangerous.tq bersih for making my journey to where i belong smooth and safe. literally tq. the first strong reason of me not being able to be there is i'm not destined to be there and the second strong reason is because of the worry of a mother. if i'm at my mum place, i will feel the same. these days, roadblocks are everywhere and i can't imagine tomorrow. i really hope it'll be a real safe assembly although it has caused traffic jams here and there. actually, it is not bersih's fault, it is our coward government actually. ntahla, i'm not sure which one is good or bad. i'm in the middle of both parties..haha.sometimes, i just wanna see them both together. i mean the gov and the opponents. if they choose to unite, i believe, malaysia is going to be a strong islamic country. lets pray for it. lets stop fighting. when a trouble comes, lets be together to correct it and not just pointing to whom responsibility it is.

ok, back to my business, let's not talk about that unimportant thing. thinking about it makes me sick. i hate our current political state. full of negativeness.my love flies to a place where i belong rite now. north of Malaysia. i love my school years. i'll surely choose to turn my time back to my school time if only i have the chance of choosing. but, i dun. i really dun have any choice other than looking forward. hello syahira, wake up..stop missing the school building like there's no tomorrow. iA, there will be tomorrow. tomorrow will bring you to where you really wanna go. to where you say you are belong to. hoping for this feeling will last forever and ever as well as our friendship dear all friends.

hoping for everything to go smoothly and you're all enjoyed and have a blast!!!dun forget to tell me your experience tau dear sbpikp's bloggers. will wait to read your version.

on anniversary

Salam,

Happy anniversary to me and all my first batch gangs. 4th July 2004- Dec 2008.

today, i miss my secondary school days. memories..please occupy my dream world tonight. its hard to describe my feelings rite now. it mixes. i'm happy for i'm no longer a selekeh girl back then when i was in school. i'm now a fully grown up lady with full of dreams and hopes and aims. smelly with crooked tudung, sleepy eyes, serious faces, yellow teeth n etc . normal phenomena for boarding schools students and non boarding too. Our teachers used to our natural perfume. they loved us no matter how comot we were or how cute we were. they used to our sleepy eyes esp when the exams were around the corner except for boys. its their hobby as well as their learning strategy. they slept in class yet they scored in exams. they played and giggled and running here and there and teased us during prep classes, yet they would still score in exams.they will only study when they felt like they had no other choices to score in exams other than doing some revisions. girls, study xangkat muka.boys, muka nak pandang buku jenuh paksa. these all happened when i was in upper form as well as lower form.

lower form was such a miserable phase for me. being away from my family made me strong and survive. my first month without any public phone. only He knew my feeling. crying was my routine just like eating. Calling was a necessity for a 13 years old teenager who was still fragile and knew nothing about the hassle of living alone. i had no other choices other than adapting to the sudden changes. no balik kampung every week. no phone calls. no outings. doing weeping job all alone in the toilet while flushing or making some noises in it. it was my friend's idea. i still remember her words "kalau nak nangis, nangisla waktu mandi. xde sapa tau"..i did apply your theory up until now when i feel like crying and dun want people to notice it.:)

i was ikramian for three years, itqanian for 2 years, umarian and ikupian for about 5 years and forever ikupian. the teachers, friends and every single of thing there are part of my growing.they teach me about love, hate, dream, hope, mission, vision, maturity, friendship, togetherness, struggling, happy, sad and most of everything in life there. the only thing that i learn only after i leave my love in life is appreciating.

above is just a simple dimple story. planning of writing more and more details but my mind says stop it coz it will take years to cover all the priceless experiences. its uncountable and i believe if i'm good in writing i'll compile all my school days experience in writing form and keep it under my pillow.whenever i feel like going back into my old days world, i'll reread my journal in hoping for a wonderful dream of a smelly student whom only learns to appreciate things after leaving it . not for sale coz no one could afford to buy it.

i haven't had any chance to walk in the snow or climb up the Mount of Averest but i have a priceless experience of climbing up the highest place in the land of SBPIKP.

dilemma

Assalamualaikum


i'm so excited to pen down my opinion upon the news that is just released by my sister. congratz adik, u got it. she got mrsm kepala batas but according to my sister's message..she's going to reject the offer and she's going to stay at her old school. i ask my sister whether my parents will let her go or not if let say she gets another offer which is from sbp, ameen. they still have no decision for that. but, high probability..my sister is going to stay at her old school and finish her school life there. i just not really into 'stay' but i prefer my sister to migrate to a new school. a new well known school. i've lotsa reasons of saying so as i believe sbp is a better place for her to further her form 4 and form 5. yes, there will be no differences between sbp and the nearby school or to be more specific smk doktor burhanuddin. she's going to learn the same subjects according to the same syllabus. but, she needs experience. we cannot pay for experience but we must search for it. i've to say this. life in sbp is so much different from the ordinary schools. why? let me talk based on my personal experience.i was a student in sbpi kubang pasu for 5 years. but i'm not going to compare with the ordinary school as i dun have any experience with smk.


i cannot deny that there's thousands of experienced teachers out there but most of them are from boarding schools.really?i''m not sure. that's not the main concern as i believe that teachers are just the one who are responsible to show the direction to their student towards the succeed but the students themselves play a big role in their life. no one can force them to work hard except themselves.the initiative to learn, to succeed and to be somebody in their future should come from them. but then, sometimes the environment plays quite a big role in students' life. that's what i'd experienced before. no one forces me to study. my deep desires to succeed in life force me to work hard and forget about anything else except my books. who forced me to do so? my friends and my soul and my parents and my teachers.  


when i was in form 4.i was not the old me. i hated my pmr result which was so bad..disaster.i woke up from my deep sleep. that's it.dun go astray from the main topic syahira. i should say i loved the environment where everyone was busying with their books and activities. we helped each other. the teachers loaded lots of exercises on us. but everyone seemed excited to do it. because they're competitions. everyone kept reminding each other. we'd someone near to us to talk to and to asks whatever questions that we didn't understand. peers vs teachers. peers played a big role in teenagers' life. they'd feel more comfortable to ask and to share problems with their friends as compared to their teachers or parents. that's what they'd instilled in us. we worked as a team. a team of we-wanted-to-be-somebody teenagers. we'd riadah in the evening and it's a compulsory. when i was a secondary school student..i hated riadah.i wasn't a sport girl. if u ask me to go for jogging.i'd run while giggling with my friends. jahat..i've lots of priceless memories there. say no to forget as i'd saved it in my natural hard disk. it'll stay there as long as the Alzheimer does not struck me.


we'd a flexible revision hours + stay up room + some of us skipped our sleeping hours and chose to burn the midnight oil in front of our dorm.dekat kaki lima. there were some of us who chose to work for 24 hours during the weekend. it's a hectic life but i enjoyed my life and it's worth it. that's what we called experience. we chose to sacrifice as we believed that through hardships we'd gain the happiness and we'd appreciate it for the entire of our lives.


that's how my story in boarding school goes. i've no experience with smk but i believe that the environment is just similar. my sister is a wise girl. she knows what she wants in hler life. sbp, mrsm and sekolah harian  are just similar. the main key to succeed is still 'berusaha'. i just want the best for her as i dun want her to repeat my mistakes. i want her to be more wise in making decisions. i want her to be a futuristic lady who's not afraid to face the challenging future. a superwoman.i dun want her to be like me. doing something that is not fit with my interest.but everything happens for certain reasons. kita manusia merancang, Allah yang menentukan.


pray to him and ask from Him. he is the most Gracious and the most Merciful.and never lose hope of Allah's mercy. but dun forget to keep trying and keep working towards the succeed.


usaha+doa+tawakkal...iA, u'll succeed.
ya Allah kurniakanlah yang terbaik buat adikku sayang..

reunion 09....sri sayang resort....18 julai 09

1st reunion.....
girl just de 6 org...
boys...around 30 smthin'...
still best b'coz 1 st tyme travel seniri....join bbq....until about 1 am....xpenah t'pikir nak bwat mende2 2.....maybe 1st n last tyme...tp teringin nak join lg....haha..maybe da next tyme...ramy lg...
alhmdllh coz reunion yang dirancang oleh dhyna n da geng menjadi walaupown xdpt sambutan yang hangat....walaupown tyme nie ramai yang free..the next reunion xtau la....tp hopefully lg best...meriah....nie ha gambar kteorg 6 org...gambar tyme bbq xde....xsempat nak amik....girl just de 6 org je kn...so pe g...paham2 je la....
tp reunion kali nie mmg b'pa2tan r...puas atie r...murah...
congrate 2 dolah n dhyna.....kos pown sket je...b'coz....just kos untuk resort je....food-dolah arrange...luar la...murah sket....sedap pown sedap...siap xabis lg....yang x bestnye reunion nie coz malam 2 ujan....so start lambat.....so kteorg xsempat sembang2 pown...just makan2...balik....2 je la....tempat da best....









de banyak g gambar...nnt upload g....xsempat coz lme nak upload gambar nie....
xlarat tggu...tp de gambar girls je...guys xde lansung.....xsempat nak snap....
d'org dok sembang je....cam besa la.....x berubah.....tp paling xleyh accept....some of them smoking....xmalu...hmmmm....really dissapointed......they willing to kill themselve......hmmmmm...ntah la pe nak jd....
tp ramy gak r yang datang...de yang drive g...

life means sacrifice......

my new life will be begin......
i don't know why????why i choose 2 be a teacher.........
maybe that's ma' fate....ALLAH knows everything..........

my future college...huhu

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