all armed and ready for war....!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

Meletup!!o tidak!!kulit ku!!Arghhh!!! Noooo!!!!Wachaaaa!!!!

Acne... Girl's or rather human's worst sought enemy. They appear without permission. They leave without, ummm, hang on, they tend to not leave..

So when something evades your facial skin, one normally comes to war with it. Hands go digging, here and there, waiting to reveal deep treasure. Useless, worthless disgusting treasure. Treasure that by the end of the day, when dug, causes nothing more than deep craters that make one's face end up resembling the surface of the moon. Probably even worse.

My God do I hate them. I despise them. I cud possibly even get into coma because of them.Naudhubillah tho...Anyway, I find that, especially, everytime one gets stressed, poop, it pops out of nowhere, sometimes at places that make no sense, example, just in between ur eyebrow, or right at the tip of ur nose (making rudolph the reindeer look ten times better than humans with acne at the tip of their nose), and sometimes even at the side of the lip. Its like u look at sumone's lip, then u sway ur eyes to the right, then pooot, theres some nasty white circular substance...my god, have i had that before..!GEERAAM!!!!

So I have tried so many things, herbal la, chemical la, nature's path la, nature's jalan la, nature's ketiak la, natures hidung la..haaaa, everything, but still sumhow these acne have high resistance towards these substances and not mention high yield too!!They reproduce so fast its unstoppable!!very active reproductive system i tell u..very ganas!but honestly tho, i dont think i shud tell u, cos i think most of u have experienced this death defying moment before..kan...I bet!!

Well anyways, this wierd and probably wierdest article is dedicated to my one and only enemy, Mr and Mrs and Miss and Mr Junior and Miss miss and Mr Junior kepada Junior and cucu and cicit and mencicit mencacat ACNE yg lain (ok then, make that enemies)..

A reminder to u guys, the ACNE family tree, Im gonna take revenge, and its gonna be soon!!Im all armed and ready for war!!!!!Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!Boom ketetuptuptuptup boom ketetuptuptuptup, eh jap, bunyi macam kompang org nak kahwin la pulak. Jap wrong sound effect, kejap eh, nak cari dalam computer system ni jap...hah ni dia...

BANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGla!!!!!!!!!!!

(wat the hoot??)

Wuhoo..

An Alia : eh kejap kejap... Tunggu!!!

Allah, kejap la!! Oits!!

-Here we go. The running part.-

An Alia : Jap, Ya Allah, tak dengar ke?? Oits!!Weii!!Eiks!!Ohoi!!

-a thought to Alia: Dia pekak kot-

So running I go, then finally I get to stop him..

An Alia : Pak Cik kenapa tak dengar? Saya menjerit dari jalan sana tadi,pak cik takkan tak dengar langsung kot?Saya da lari dari jalan 4 tadi. Ni sekarang da Jalan 6.

A Pakcik : Haaah?? Adik panggil pakcik ke? Tak dengar pulak. Maaf ye, kebelakangan ni telinga pakcik kureng skit boleh mendengar..

An Alia : O yeke, ingatkan pakcik saja je nak orang kejar. Mana la tau, ala-ala cerita bollywood. Amma Appa nehe kucha naal ho. (Haa suka hati je diri ini menggunakan bahasa orang lain. Maksudnye pun tak tau, main bantai saje. Takpe,Layan..)

A Pakcik : Haha. Takdela, memang pakcik tak dengar. Yela dah tua macam ni, telinga pun da kurang berfungsi.

An Alia : Pak cik kena check telinga tu, kot kot ada pape ke. Dah tua ni lagi la kena jaga kesihatan. Pak cik pergi la jumpa ENT specialist. (there I go with my Doctor traits)

A laughing Pakcik : Haha. Pak cik mana boleh jumpa pakar ENT, mahal tu, pakcik tak cukup duit. Takpelah telinga, memang patut pun dia rosak, dulu pak cik suka dengar lagu dangdut, abis tu telinga ni pakcik letak dekat2 dengan speaker radio tu. Salah pakcik jugak..

An Alia : O ok, tapi nanti kalau rezeki murah, pakcik pergi la jumpa pakar. Nanti kalau dalam 6 tahun lagi pakcik masih tak boleh dengar, pakcik jumpa la saya. Boleh saya bagi discount sikit.

A Pakcik : 6 tahun, lama tu, kenapa nak tungu lama sangat tu?

An Alia : Sebab lepas 6 tahun baru la saya digelar doktor, barula boleh merawat telinga pakcik tu.

A Pakcik : Haha, kamu ni pandai je, 6 tahun tu mungkin telinga pakcik da lagi teruk.

An Alia : Betul jugak, tapi mana la tau, mungkin boleh tahan lagi telinga tu. Nanti pakcik jumpa saya la. Senang je, hospital saya tu nanti hospital yang terbesar dan terhebat kat Malaysia. Eh jap, tu dalam 15 thn lagi..Takpe2, pakcik tunggu 15 thn la ye..

A Pakcik : Lamanye, pak cik boleh dapat cicit da time tu. takpe2, terima kasih sebab prihatin, nanti pakcik cuba gi hospital check telinga ni ye.Haa, ni kenapa kamu kejar saya tadi??

An Alia : Ooo, saya nak beli aiskrim. Aiskrim Cokelat..


See how one can run for a chocolate icecream?? Dasyat!!but the ice cream tastes even better, especially when the entire body system is heated up due to the running, screaming, and the short wierd conversation I just had with an old man..

The Lesson :
1) Fighting for what you love, eventhough you have to chase it, makes the thing you chase feel or taste even better when you get it, aka my ice cream.
2) Always dream big.
3) Always run for ice cream.
4) Dont miss out on the lovely things in life.
5) Always love and care about others.
6) Alia is wierd. Extremely. But cute of course.

Wuhoo..

Chinese Whispers....

Following the mass shock that hit many Malaysians during the 12th election, many ponder, what ever happened? Since the last election, lots have happened, some occasions giving good name to the BN party, some not. But hey, no one’s perfect, and we’re talking about a party here people. Lately, the media mass have conveyed some disturbing views shared by some individuals about their thoughts on Pak Lah, our Prime Minister. Many have asked him to resign, many have criticized him. The man who rules our country is being talked about, gossips spread here and other, getting more messed up in a long never ending game of Chinese Whispers. As a young teenager, I feel that Malaysian individuals should act more patient and tolerant. Of course each and everyone of us would like to be the first in the queue, have their problems dismissed and solved in minutes, and have the politicians be at their side at the click of the finger. Has no one ever pondered about how busy their lives are? About how, besides taking care of thousands of families, have their own family who crave for their time and attention? Has anyone thought about the huge sacrifices these individuals make, how hard it was for them to climb up the ladder. It sounds all fame and name, but reaching there was no game. For many, politicians are stuck up, rich, proud, and arrogant individuals, but for all the hardship and stress you have to go through, don’t you think a man should deserve and taste the luxury that he had earned? You cant possibly ask them to act and live like ordinary people with ordinary jobs and responsibilities. Right? With the limited amount of time they have for themselves, it is only logical for them to splurge at times. There are many out there who expect these people’s help and attention to get their life started again. To lift the burden of poverty off their necks. To help provide opportunities for a brighter future. Any responsible individual would know how hard and challenging it is to keep up with so many wishes, yet alone to fulfill all of them. Politicians are ordinary people, but with extraordinary perseverance and mounting responsibility. The future of the county is on their shoulders. Don’t you think that’s big enough responsibility. They have to answer to their people, to their families, and most importantly, to God.Personally, I think, people should give more time to these individuals, and not get quickly upset and start bickering or complaining amongst themselves about how worthless or useless politicians are when their problems don’t get solved. Its time to think positively, act maturely, and most importantly be more understanding about others. Its no easy task being politician, because, one question to all, how many can not sleep a whole night and build a government the next day, and still smile? Not many. So think before you judge. Think before you accuse. It does more good than harm. Each leader has different visions. Some have big visions. Same have small visions that lead to a big vision. Some have visions that cannot be seen, but can one day be felt. Because of Malaysia, because of its leaders, we have developed and blossomed beautifully. For a period of 50 years only, that sounds super impressive enough.

PS: I still haven’t decided on which party I support, that is still researches away. I really have no idea about whats politically going on in Malaysia, so I guess Ill read up..So far these are just the thoughts of a naive eighteen year old girl about her Prime Minister.

beautiful sincerity...

Their smiles are bedazzling. They're shining. They bring light. Nowhere have I seen such innocent beauty. Such beautiful sincerity.

babies.
Boy can they cure you.

babies.
They smile at you. Smile at you without wanting anything back. Smile without no secret evil desires.

babies.
They bring you back to love.

babies.
They make you swell with happiness.

I love their smiles. They bring unique happiness. They are sweet thingy mejigees that show off unformed, incomplete teeth.

I know why they're little bundles of joy.
I know why they bring families together.
I know why they're the beauty of the existence of life.
Why?

Because.
God created them, to give us untainted love.

I'll slip and fall

-memiliki kehilangan-

rasa kehilangan hanya akan ada,

jika kau pernah merasa memilikinya

Feeling lost because of what life brings. Feeling lost because you're giving up. Feeling lost because you don't want to go on.

What is going on?? Am I losing it? Am I losing myself?

Things are getting so hard. So hard its wierd. I didnt see it coming. I didnt know how burdening it could be.

How am I gonna get through it? Surely there's a way. Surely there's an explanation. Surely there's an answer.

Giving up is so easy. Its going on that's triple tough. Its a gigantic task. The heart wants to give up, but surely the heart wants nothing but devilish desire. Surely the heart wants nothing but ease. Surely the heart gets intimidated by the shaitaan's whispers.

Sometimes you feel like the world is at your feet. Sometimes you feel like its on your shoulders, giving you such huge weight that your bones could possibly crush into dust.

Talking about this isnt helping anything. The more I talk about hardship, the more time I waste. All this negative thinking needs to be pushed aside.

Living life successfully isnt a sugarcoated dream. It isnt as easy as it sounds. Life is made up of different scenes and acts. Its only good, if the actors are good. So the actor of my life is me. Thus, I need to be superb. I need to greet every single mishap with a huge smile. There's no such thing as giving up. Theres no such thing as "thats impossible". Giving up is only saying yes to that scrawny little devil in your heart.

Giving up is sad.

Giving up is weak.

Giving up is frail.

Giving up is failure.

I must get up from this fall. I must stand on my two feet with more strength than I had before my fall. Im gonna climb those stairs. Im gonna reach the top. No stopping now. I'll slip and fall. I'll tumble and crash. But that only means I'll get up again, wipe the dirt off from the crash, and continue to climb again.

When I reach the top. I ll look down and say,

"You're one heck of a loser, Syaitaan"

Pheww..today was a day...

The city is sweating. The heat is unbearable. Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the odour of a human's armpit. oooo, NASTY!!Buy some Rexona or sumthing people!!

I was struggling to get through the crowd. They were moving like eels trying to get out of a small tank! Hello, people, make way for humankind please! OWWWW!!!My foot!! Watch it!! A slight throbbing can be felt.Then after much huffing and puffing, I finally reach the stairs of the store I wanted to go to, pheww, like they say, a small step for mankind, a huge leap for me. So I bought what I needed and hopped outside, only being greeted by the huge crowd again. Ok, fine, no problem, lets just go through the adventure again.

On the LRT, I had to stand next to this guy with another pair of not-odourless-and-needs-Rexona-kinda armpits. Maybe I should bring one sometime and offer it to anyone who doesnt have any smelling ability. All right, thats gonna get into the To-d0-list first thing when I get back. The guy stopped at the next stop, thank God, he knows I cudn't take the smell. I love you Allah.

Two stops later, I was stuck between another two pairs of armpits. Allright, I probably didnt thank Allah enough. O Allah, I hope that these two people would stay abit away from me, so that I can respire normally and have enough oxygen in my haemoglobin, because o Allah, these odour stick to the proteins of my haemoglobin much much more stronger than oxygen do. Ameen.

Three stops later and only 50% of oxygen left, they got out. I am blessed.

While waiting for my mum at the nearest McDonalds, I sat at the table next to the table where a couple were sitting. Actually, Im not sure if they were still a couple, because from what I cud see and not to mention hear, the girl wasnt so pleased with her once-upon-a-time-omg-i-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-u boyfriend. In fact, she was using vulgar words that it made her sound like such a umm,umm, vulgarian person? O well, who cares about the vocab, she didnt. So after constant swearing and shouting, the guy looked up at her and said, "umm, sayang bleh ulang balik tak apa yang u cakap tadi, i x focus sangat, tadi Manchester United kalah dengan Manchester City", and so with that, ladies and gentlemen, he got a nice tight slap and cold coke splashing all over his pink shirt saying "I have a hot bod". Well not so hot anymore brother, with all that cold coke on you. Laughing to myself, laughing out loud, didnt help their situation. I got such an evil stare that I swear everything froze to a temperature lower than -10 degrees. Ouch, that was scary. I got up. And left of course. What else was there to do when an evil witch was sitting at the other table, having nothing but too much energy to pounce on you at anytime.

I think they broke up.

Reaching home, I caught my maid staring, mouth wide open, at the Indonesian working at the construction site next to our house. She didnt realise that I was staring at her, until she farted her lunch and I said "EEEeeeeewwww!!!!". She was blushing so red even tomatoes looked orange. I was left with 25% oxygen. O god, I need oxygenated water. Talk about drama today.

At night, I was soo tired, I couldnt do revision. Well, the reason I say this is that during reading transition elements, I was suddenly at a road and tripping, then with a sudden jolt, I was back at the sentence "the jumping of electrons in d orbitals through an energy gap causes it to absorb a quantum of light that gives the metals its colour". Wow, that was fast. Which road was I at? Oh yeah, the lets-go-to-bed-and-sleep road.All right, Ill do just that.

On bed, with oxygenated water on bedside table, I thought to myself, pheww, today was a day.

Si, si, todo recto...

What in the world is she saying??!!! I need a dictionary! Fast!

OK.It started off like this.


"Umm, hi, could u please tell me how I cud get to Royal Costa Hotel?", I asked.

"Si, si, todo recto, derecho bla bla bla bla izquierdo", she says with her hands flying up in the air in many directions, in which not even one of it I understood. Honestly, I understood nothing.


Nada.


So repeating my question again, thinking she might have heard me speak Spanish earlier when I asked, I asked the same question in English again. Only this time, she was speed talking and her hands flying even faster.

All I could say.."Ermm, GRACIAS"

She smiled, seeming very pleased that this non speaking Spanish girl said thank you. Well at least one of us understood what the other was saying!

So as a result of the micro-only-two-words Spanish understanding I have, we ended up driving an extra hour, only to find ourselves back at the same place where we asked the lady. And guess what, she was still there, saw us, smiled and put her thumbs up. My reply, thumbs up, dumbfounded and extremely tired. Did I tell you that not only did I not understand a word of Spanish, I also didnt understand how the road system works. I mean, every five minutes there'd be a roundabout with a signboard Torremolinos(the place where I found the hotel eventually), and then just ahead of it, was another signboard saying Torremolinos! So tell me people, which roundabout should I be taking!!!

So once at the hotel, I cried relief because the reception guy could actually speak pleasant-to-the-ears English. I ran for the room, the bathroom, and the BED.

Next day, breakfast. The hotel fees included breakfast and dinner, so we went for breakfast. We went through the food provided, and found out that we couldnt eat any one of it except boiled eggs and bread. Good enough. We're ok. Thats what you get when you go to a secular country.

Speaking about secular, I dont think Spain is secular at all. I dont know if its my eyes, but I cant help but notice that these Spanish people adore my headscarf. Im saying adore just so it sounds nice for my ears. I mean, everytime I walk or pass them in anyway possible, be it crawling, running, jumping, or which ever way, they always seem to stare at my head gear. Its like their mouth opens wide, literally gawping, and they never blink. And considering Spain and its Islamic history, you should think they'd be accustomed to such head gear, but instead its like they've never seen such a thing before. So, just to make myself feel good, and also to bring Islam's cloth of pride to the limelight, I wore different types of head gears with colourful patterns, some patterns being so nice that their eyes bulge out when they see it. Im satisfied. Good Job Alia!

The rest of the days, I spent most of the time staring, not at headgears, but at the beautiful scenery and landscape. God really is an exceptionally good artist. Its like each and every mountain coincides with each other, not a single flaw in the arrangement. Magnificient, Enchanting. Masha Allah.

Spain was great!!!Awesome!

Meowy much....

LOLA.

Lola kebola. Lola bebola. Lola my little petunia. Lola my little petola. Lola bola. Lola kola,and other things that goes nice with Lola.

Lola is a cat. A very fat cat. A cat that weighs 4.6 kg. A cat that was brought into this world to sleep. Yup, sleep, nothing but sleep. O, how I envy her sumtimes. You see, this cat was born in January and has two other siblings. However, unlike her siblings, her genes got badly mutated and she ended up getting a really bushy tail and furry fur. She has this wierd throaty meaow, and of course, she does it very often. She meows when she doesnt get her 6 hour sleep in the morning. She meows when she doesnt get food, even after she gulfed down the whole bowl of catfood just seconds ago. She can sleep even if you put her at the piano and press her little paws on the keys. She makes her own music. Her harmonious croaked snores.

Everytime I come back, she would be on the chair, yawning, as if she didnt just sleep through her life enough. And not suprisingly, goes back to lolaland in seconds.

I like bullying her. She doesnt care. Im not quite sure if she is actually aware of the fact that I am bullying her. I can throw a bomb, and she wouldnt twitch. I think the cats in Darfur should set her as their mentor and have this attitude, seeing as how the place there is bombed like no ones business.

Lola likes anything that has chocolate. Milk, white, dark.Chocolate cakes, milk, brownies, ice cream, truffles. You name it, she'll eat it.

She's so adorable, I could squeeze her, which I do sumtimes. She doesnt care.

I love her. So Meowy much.

She lived because of HIM....

2.50pm, 17th January 2008- My grandma passed away...

"Alia, cepat siap. Tok Enda sakit tenat.", my mum told me when we were having lunch at home.

I blazed upstairs to change. What did I pick out? My black aybayyah and black tudung. Why the colour for mourning? I didnt know why I just picked up that outfit. 5 minutes later,

"Alia, Tok Enda dah meninggal dunia...", my mum whispered in hushed tones.

????????
What did I feel? NUMBNESS.

My beloved grandma had passed away to return to her Most Loved. Sadness overwhelmed me as we rode to the hospital. My mum making calls to inform her friends and relatives. Me, speechless.

When I arrived at the hospital, my grandma laid there lifeless, with the repiratory machine making her seem alive as her chest rose up and down. For a moment, I thought she was still there, until the doctor said, "Sorry, Its just the machine."

Her heart rate: ----------
Her blood pressure: -----------
Her oxygen uptake: ------------

Her mouth was open, blood oozing out. The respiratory tube that had been forced into her mouth for weeks made her bleed and her lips extremely dry. Her head had marks where tapes had been sticked on, tapes that held tubes going into her nose and mouth. Her blood was smeared all over the bed, lots of syringes and needles messing up her anatomy. She just laid there. Silent. Cold. She was gone....

How am I ever gonna stop my eyes from swelling up? However was I gonna be strong. Writing this post itself is making me weep and my hands shake.

I loved her. But now she was gone.

She used to take care of me. She used to feed me. Her small hands used to comfort me. Her shoulder was there to stop me from crying. Now they're no more there.. O Allah, help me be strong, for this is another big test Im going through....

The nurses cleaned and removed all the wires attached to her body. Then she was taken to the room where she was to be bathed. I bathed her. I couldnt take it. She was so ill. She had marks everywhere. A straight red line down her chest because of the bypass, and another from her thigh to her ankle because of biopsy. Her back had bedsore, due to the fact that she had been on the bed for a month. It was sore. Really sore.

I washed her. Her face, her hands, her legs. Her back. Her beautiful smile was still there, but her beautiful laugh was not heard. She was puffed up due to excessive amounts of drugs.
Then we wrapped her with white cloth. We covered her head. She was wearing the symbol of piety. The unsown cloth that looked like a scarf. She looked sweet. She looked at peace.

We prayed solat jenazah before bringing her back home. Once at home, her friends and many relatives came. A sign of love. A sign of brotherhood. A sign that only Islam can provide.

The saddest part came when none of us could kiss her for the last time. Her mouth was bleeding and so the cotton that covered her face stuck to it and we weren't allowed to open it. After another round of solat jenazah, she was lifted up into the van and brought to her grave at Jalan Ampang.

On her way there, I passed the buildings that I always passed everytime I visited her. Now, she would see no more of them. They were now nothing. Nothing compared to what she has to go through after this in alam barzakh.

The cemetry faced the tall KLCC and the leisure hubs that surround it. People were laughing. People were socializing. People were lost in this world. And here, someone had just passed away, symbolising that life ends and that life with Allah is the eternal life. Suddenly, KLCC seemed worthless. KLCC didnt stand as tall as it stands. Because I realised how great Allah is and how small KLCC is in HIS eyes. Maybe even micro. People were forgetting him everytime they step into these leisure hubs. And its not worth anything. I feel now that life is nothing but a temporary visit. A visit for us to collect as much points so that we can be beside HIM for eternity. A visit where modern technology and entertainment are not at all necessary. A visit where living up to the trend is not at all important. Whats the point in going astray when you know for sure that death awaits you?

O Allah, I thank you for another beautiful reminder that you have sent to me. For verily I have gone astray from you for so long. O Allah, make me hate what YOU hate, and make me LOVE only the things that YOU love. O ALLAH, tonight I have seen how great YOU are, and I have seen how ad-dunia is nothing compared to what YOU have promised me, my brothers and sisters, Al-Jannah. Lead us there O ALLAH, and if the world ever brings us away from you, please bring us back to our religion, so that every minute on this Earth is for Islam and YOU O Allah..

As we lowered my grandma into the hole, and covered it up. It gave me another reminder. You were born into this world because of Allah, and to HIM you shall return. Now I pray that my grandma will be placed amongst those HE loves and that she will be waiting for me and the rest of my family members in Al-Jannah. Insha Allah. She has worshiped Allah. She had devoted herself to Him. She had loved HIM like she loved no other. O Allah, I witness that my grandma has done her best in practising Islam and following the Sunnah. She has carried out her job as a mother and grandmother very well. Always reminding us about YOU, and always reminding us about our Prophet. O Allah, her doings have been sincere. Please make every suffering she went through, a step towards removing her sins O Allah. Verily you are Most Loving, Most Forgiving towards your servants.

She will continue to stay in my heart. My memories with her forever embedded in my thoughts. She will be my voice, my thoughts, and what she always said, "Never forget your Lord." will stay with me forever.

She lived a full and successful life. I should too. She lived because of HIM. I should too....

Segenap hatiku luluh lantak,
Mengiringi dukaku yang kehilangan dirimu,
Sungguh ku tak mampu tuk meredam kepedihan hatiku,
Untuk merelakan kepergianmu.
Ingin kuyakini cinta takkan berakhir,
Namun takdir menuliskan kita harus berakhir...

Grandma, I hope you hear me,

I LOVE YOU, AND I ALWAYS WILL. SEND MY GREETINGS TO MY LORD, AND TELL HIM THAT I WILL DO MY BEST FOR HIM, FOR I AM SURE YOU WILL MEET HIM AND JOIN HIS LOVED ONES IN JANNAH.

Thank You for all that you have taught me. You are my inspiration. Forever more.

Life. My Gosh. Beautiful...

God tests individuals, making them more stronger than ever everytime...



Problems, tests, stress, tension.

People hate them, but yet it surrounds us. We can't run away from any of it. We own the problem. Therefore, we are responsible in making them stepping stones, to make us much more mature and tolerant individuals.



I have had a big share of problems in my life so far. And I guess there's gonna be more. No not I guess actually, its more like, there's gonna be more problems FOR SURE. Everytime things seem to go good and well, BOOM, a problem comes crashing down on me. And yes, I suffocate. I cry. I feel helpless. I tell myself so many times, "Why? Why me?". The problem is, how ever many times I chant that, it doesnt get any better.



God promised that he would not burden a soul more than they can bear. Therefore, it literally means that every problem I have, I can bear. Its just new different problems that scare and make me feel that it cant be solved, and that life is nothing but a mess.



There have been some problems in my life that I couldnt go through. It was intense. It hurt. I turned to Him. I cried in my silent bows to him. My heart felt the pain. O Allah, I am too weak to handle something I should be able to bear. I can't do anything without your help. Please help me. I love everything you have destined for me. I love my life plan that you planned for me. However, my weakness has taken control of my thinking. I need you O Allah, at all times. I have strayed so far from you, but yet you love your servants however bad they have treated you. It makes me cry everytime I think of the times my devilish self turned to other things for help. Music, poetry, stories. With people, I feel the comfort. But yet, from all of them, I have found no answer. It is then that I realise, you have the answers. All of them. Everything everyone doesnt know. O Allah, please never leave me. I love you too much. More than my words can express. More than my actions can show. Only you know best. O Allah, I cannot afford to lose your love, your help, your watchful eyes on me.



Peace. Peace at heart. Nothing should be a problem. Life is short, too short for us to waste. Too short for us to press the stop button on the lifeplayer, just so we can rewind and contemplate on the past. We should keep the mode at play, whatever happens, happens. And no matter what happens, we always have Gods promise at the start of our movie.

"I shall not burden more than my loved servants can bear"

People may hurt us. But God never will. Music mess the emotions up. But God soothes the soul. Problems will come and go. But God will always be there.

I believe that whatever problems we have out there for us, it is nothing but a short test for us. A reminder from God that He's watching over us. A reminder that He still loves us. So now, even if I still huff and puff at the problems that come, I guess my mind is more at peace thinking that it is nothing but a beautiful reminder from My Lord.

Love whatever happens to you. Love whatever comes your way. Its problems that makes us better individuals. Its the problems and the way we solve them that differentiates us from the rest.

So I guess, Ive found the answer to this very little parcel that comes with life. I hope each and everyone of us will be blessed and be given bountiful rewards from Him. Everyday, is another chance for us to improve ourselves. Improve the way we look at life. There's no use swearing at the problems. Its an ugly habit. I'd like to see people swear their problems off. It'd be so funny seeing how stupid they look. Ive been like that before. And I know it looked absolutely horrible. There's no use trying to look all cool being so emotional. I know people who tug at people's feet, just so that people sympathise them, pulling long and sour faces. Its your problem, solve it.

Its HIM that loves you most and wants to hear from you. HE waits day and night, just to hear a whisper of thankfulness or forgiveness from HIS beloved servants.

Smile. Laugh. Love. Hope. Dream. Believe. Devote your souls To Him.

Nothing else can top what you feel when you practise these attributes.

Life. My Gosh. Beautiful.