Sunday, December 18, 2016


Assalamualaikum and hi!

wassup people? doin good? Alhamdulillah.

so, tadi I was reading comments dekat my instagram masa aku nak final dulu. somehow, I am very very touched, you know sebab those comments bukannya from my close friends pun, but from my instagram-never-met-friends. so, I'm just kinda touched dengan benda-benda macam ni tau. It is like you don't know me (so much) pun but still, you gais wish me luck for my final.

"Ala wish good luck je pun"

It is not about good luck or congrats or thank you. It is about Allah sending good people around you. tapi, kadang-kadang kita tak pernah bersyukur and tak pernah perasan pun dengan benda-benda kecik macam ni.

tapi, tak dinafikan ada sesetengah orang, yang Allah hantarkan manusia yang banyak songeh whatsoever dalam hidup kita. Look at the bright sight. Roommate kita jenis baju campak bersepah? Think again. Maybe Allah nak kita buat pahala lebih melalui cara kita tolong kutipkan baju-bau dia? Housemate makan jenis tak reti basuh? Basuhkan je pinggan mangkuk dia orang. Marah pun tak guna. kadang-kadang marah ni tak jalan pun, buat masam muka geng-geng serumah adalah. Dulu Nabi Allah pun tunjukkan kebaikan melalui perbuatan. (so good lcuk to those yang ada masalah macam ni)

Alhamdulillah. Sampai hari ni, aku masih dikelilingi orang yang aku boleh klasifikasikan sebagai good people. yang samai hari ni aku bersyukur dengan kehadiran dia orang. thanks guys and girls :')

Yang menjaga hubungan nya dengan Allah.
Yang jaga solatnya.
Yang sentiasa belajar.
Yang jenis jaga kebersihan.

Somehow, bila kita dikelilingi oleh orang-orang yang macam ni, kita pun akan terikut sekali. Alhamdulillah, syukur. syukur, masih ada orang yang nak ingatkan kita untuk selalu belajar. solat awal. buat dhuha, baca kahfi and all that. Alhamdulillah.

"If you don’t find someone who reminds you of Allah, then be the ONE who remind others of Allah"

tapi, kalau ada ketentuan Dia yang tak macam kita harapkan, bersabarlah. ada hikmahnya. mungkin bukan sekarang,  cuma one thing, jangan pernah sesekali pandang sesuatu ketentuan Dia sebagai satu kesusahan untuk kita. Find the bright sight. Cari mana positif nya satu-satu benda tu. mustahil setiap ketentuan Dia tak ada hikmahnya.

jadi apa-apa pun beryukurlah dengan kehadiran orang-orang disekeliling kita. di mana ada baik, ada juga buruknya dan begitu lah juga sebaliknya. Insyallah :) jadi, I think that's all for this post. maafkan hamba jika tersalah kata. hamba juga manusia. 

down here, I had already listed out some good things to read, so bacalah haha

"keep good love, good vibes, good energy + good people around you. if it’s not serving you positively then it’s not for you."

"Only hang around people that are positive and make you feel good. Anybody who doesn’t make you feel good, kick them to the curb. And the earlier you start in your life the better. The minute anybody makes you feel weird and non-included or not supported, you know, either beat it or tell them to beat it." -- Amy Poehler

"Whatever is keeping you awake & worrying you, let it go. Stay positive, knowing that the Almighty is in control. Things can only get better." --Mufti Ismail Menk

"If someone keeps reminding you of Allah, then you know their love for you is real."

"May Allah grant you a pious husband/wife who loves you, cares for you, admires you, sees the best in you, values you, makes you happiest, reminds you of Allah, makes your love grow even more for Allah and elevates your Imaan more and more every day and holds your hand in this life and in Jannah"

"O Allah! Beautify my character as You have beautified everything else around me"

"You have the power to plant and nurture the good thoughts! Sometimes it’s hard if you are around people sending you negative thoughts, but hold onto the good ones, and a beautiful confident person will grow."


till then, Ilal liqa'

p/s: doakan saya nak exam khamis ni :'|
p/s: sebenarnya tadi teringat kejadian aku jemur baju and baju aku sikit lagi dah nak kering *nangis* tapi tetiba orang atas basuh baju dia, and baju dia menitik nitik tak reti nak perah. macam celup baju dalam baldi pastu sangkut je *Tuhan kuatkan aku* sabar ~ ada hikmahnya ......

Saturday, December 10, 2016

on seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful april morning

by Haruki Murakami

One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.

Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a “girl,” properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She’s the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there’s a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.

Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you’re drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I’ll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.

But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can’t recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It’s weird.

“Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl,” I tell someone.

“Yeah?” he says. “Good-looking?”

“Not really.”

“Your favorite type, then?”

“I don’t know. I can’t seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts.”


“Yeah. Strange.”

“So anyhow,” he says, already bored, “what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?”

“Nah. Just passed her on the street.”

She’s walking east to west, and I west to east. It’s a really nice April morning.

Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I’d really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.

After talking, we’d have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.

Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.

How can I approach her? What should I say?

“Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?”

Ridiculous. I’d sound like an insurance salesman.

“Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?”

No, this is just as ridiculous. I’m not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who’s going to buy a line like that?

Maybe the simple truth would do. “Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me.”

No, she wouldn’t believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you’re not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I’d probably go to pieces. I’d never recover from the shock. I’m thirty-two, and that’s what growing older is all about.

We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She’s written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she’s ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She’s lost in the crowd.

Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.

Oh, well. It would have started “Once upon a time” and ended “A sad story, don’t you think?”

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.

One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.

“This is amazing,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you’re the 100% perfect girl for me.”

“And you,” she said to him, “are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I’d pictured you in every detail. It’s like a dream.”

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It’s a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one’s dreams to come true so easily?

And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, “Let’s test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we’ll marry then and there. What do you think?”

“Yes,” she said, “that is exactly what we should do.”

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.

The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other’s 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.

One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season’s terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence’s piggy bank.

They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.

One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.

A sad story, don’t you think?

Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her.

nice story isnt?
but that is the reality where happy ending will never be ours.
I've bookmark-ed this story from a tumblr years ago and yup just sharing with you gais.
Happy weekend!

Ilal liqa'

p/s : If you are reading this, I am truly sorry. Yes, I was immatured. Have a good day and study well.