YOU made my day =)

Finally!!!

Details?

Best kept secret

One word:

Thank GOD!!

(ok thats TWO word haha )

Never in my wildest dreamΒ  that I could ever step my foot there what more *SECRET*

Whatever it is, I thank God the most for everything,certainly Allah is the best planner!!!

Owh same goes to my family & friends.

And this one, not even You-Know-Who can say that I use cable, coz one thing for sure, I’ve always and will always rely on ONE cable for the rest of my life in every step I take which is:

… Allah …

=)

* Word Of The Day:

I choose not to go down that level coz why should I go down when I can go up? πŸ˜‰

Cork Sick!

Symptom:

1) Youtube anything about Ireland

2) Stalking your ‘Irish’ FB just to see what they are up to since you’re gone

3) Dreaming like REALLY dream of taking a flight there -TWICE!!

And this is the results of the disease :

* * *

This video is not mine, but it was exactly the view i saw from above when i first arrive. It was breath taking, even better because it wasΒ  a clear sky day where you can actually see EVERYTHING from above. It was only that time that it finally hit me that i am finally here, CORK!!!

And the video above was the hardest view to look at, time felt so slow yet so fast. Perhaps it was a good thing that nobody could come to send me off because if they did, they will see a side of me that I’ve been hiding for so long hehe. Yes I did the C**, but at least not in front all of you =P

Cork , i miss you, one day i’ll come back and see you okay! When? I don’t know but I’ll be back !! 😎

p/s: And I Love You….Cork!!! By Wayne Brennan, an irish singer btw hehe

Open your eyes :)

I don’t know if I have post this up before , but I always love this video every time I watch it.

Reminds me of a question I received when I was in Cork by a group of Malaysian that time.

“How does broadcasting relates to Islam?”

Simple:

The camera – acts like the eyes, where by no matter how much you try, you can never get the same shots like you see with your eyes

Meaning, no matter how high the technology, no technology higher than Allah’s

πŸ˜‰


p/s: Maher Zain is still my favorite nasyeed singer πŸ˜€

Happy Birthday Um ;)

Um is how i call my mum, its from an arabic word “Ummi” which means “My Mom”. So as a short form and more direct call, we call her ‘Um’

Someone once said that i am so alone that i only have my parents as my friends, TRUE..!!!My parents is my best friend and the ONLY friend i can count on.

Someone else, also said that i rely on my parents, TRUE…!!! My parents is the only person i can rely on, who else but if its not our parents.

So, to all those low minded people thinking just about too much about other peoples life and not their own life to think of, thank you for your concern but i am pretty much happy with my own life that i don’t need anyone but Allah & my family to take care of my life.

As for friends, only a few handful of friends that will be enough for me to be with so it doesn’t really matter much if you don’t see me around with a lot of friends because in life we have to choose our friends well. Not all friends will be there for us in both good and bad times so why should i be such a fake to be with these kind of friends right?

Ok lets leave that aside and go back to the real intention of this post. My mom, whom this year turns into her big 5 + 1 age hehe. Don’t look so much like a 50’s right? Hurm, let me just think for a moment what i should say about her (she reads my blog so i better write a good review hahaha )

Being in and out of the hospital for almost 10 year of a treatment i previously undergo was perhaps the reason that brought us together from mom and daughter to a friend ( i hope you agree on that), a friend without forgetting that she is a mother at the same time.

So,we pretty much shared a lot of story during our stay at the hospital. So much that i once laugh so hard but i shouldn’t be laughing bcoz my wound is still fresh so it hurts a lot when i laugh. Which is why i warn the rest of my family not to make jokes on the following surgery.

As any typical mother, she always talk just about everything i do. Don’t this …don’t that…so much that i can remember all her words that even before she say anything, even just by looking at her face, i know what’s the next line going to be or what she is about to ask me to do.

For example, when she sits on the floor doing her work on the laptop, after a few minutes she will start calling my name and ask for some fruits or something to munch.

Or when its weekend, usually saturday,the first thing she will ask me to do when i woke up from my bed is to hang her 3 basket full of one week cloth.

And the worst nightmare is to hear her words even when she is not around, for example, when i am 12 hours flight away in Ireland, whenever i am about to do something that she will complain or remind me not to do, i can hear her words and stop everything and do her way instead T_T

for example: i like to drink with the spoon inside, it gives me more grip when i drink, but she always ask me to bring out the spoon before i drink, so u can imagine how many times i put out the spoon every time i drink during that time. (But i didn’t do that when i go back home – love the nag haha )

Out of all, one thing i respect most is how she climbs up her ladder from her student years until she now teach students how to be a teacher. Even though she now teach in university, she still teach as if she teach students. My nickname to her is ‘mothering student’ because she tend to ‘mother’ her student. Even some of my friends who happen to be her student also said the same. haha.

Ok there’s just too many thing about her i could write here but lets just keep this simple up till now. So, to Um, don’t forget to thank Mak Tok for this day ok! hehe. Happy Birthday though πŸ˜‰