Addiction

Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh...

There is a confession that I have to make. 

I have this addiction. Which I could not cure. (Or maybe I dont have to cure it. Hehehe)

I am addicted to D.I.Y. 

Yes, you heard it right. 

Most of the DIY things that I am addicted to are based on the simple and easy to make. And also it will not required a lot of things. Plus, it is cheap. I am interested ONLY to foods, decors and gifts. Other than that, such as furniture or clothes, are too difficult for me. It required talent, and I am in the process of learning it. 

I spent most of my time, surfing all those DIY websites. These are some of my favorites: 

1. Be different, act normal

2. Dana made it

3. Brown paper packages

However, when it came to the part of doing it, sadly I still do not have much time to do it. Maybe one day, InsyaAllah, if I get to become a homemaker, I will FULLY invested in the DIY thingy.  ^^

And as always, I will always remember this quote whenever I want to buy something:

"Why would you buy things when you can made them?" 

Happy surfing!

For The Love

Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh...

I thought that I could update my blog yesterday, but unfortunately I was stuck with the parents' checklists. Blergh!

In this post, I'm gonna talk about Love, love and looooove... (biar sampai korang muak dengan cinta...muahahaha)

So, before I proceed with my rumbles and jumbles of words, let me state two situations for you.

FIRST: There is this one man who really really adore an artist. He did not tell the artist. All he did was praising him, write beautiful poems for him, did not buy his original albums, but instead download it illegally and did not attend his concerts.

SECOND: Another man who loves the artist. He approach the artist, telling him about his admiration, dress like the artist, talk like the artist, walk like the artist, act like the artist & people almost thought that he IS the artist! 

QUESTION:

From these two different, yet similar situation, which one portrays the TRUE admiration or love?

Some may answer the first one. Some may choose the second one. Whatever the choice that you make, let me tell you this:

TRUE love ACT, not speak. 

TRUE love DO, not talk.

You may said many many many, thousands, billions and gazillions of words to express your love.... but if your action do not goes along with your sayings, well, it is EPIC fail.

So pause, think & ACT. 

This is a reminder for myself too. Thank you for dropping by ^^.

May Allah bless you always. 

Children of heaven

Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh...

My NePHEWs & niece ^^

Children.... Just by mentioning that word, the faces of sweet, innocent and cheeky of boys & girls will start to appear...


Something happened at school today. As usual, the afternoon session started at 12pm. I greeted the children with smile on my face & cheerful voice. I was instructed to check the children's hands & feet ( as a prevention of HFMD ).

As I was checking the children & some of them were still queuing for their turn, a girl, aged 3 years old, who is always with me, came to me & stood besides me. I asked her to queue up, but she insisted. 5 minutes after that, I realized that she looked different. I keep talking to her (though she just looked at me, without any answer). Then suddenly.... *blueeeek* she VOMITTED!!!! It came out pouring & some of it stained MY clothes!

I was so shocked & quickly brought her to the toilet. While cleaning my clothes, I talked to her again. When I was about to vent my anger on her, suddenly something strikes me.

No matter how many mistakes a child did, they are innocent than YOU are.

Terus tak jadi nak marah. Instead, I looked at her, hugged and gave her a kiss. Kesian dia kaaaan... coz she want to express her feelings & try to let it out. She just do not know how to do it.

Again. Children...They are just like angels on this earth. Subhanallah~

PBS

Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh...

Do not destroy it

Fadiah is in the mood to update her blog! wohooooo~

Ok, first of all, Praise be to Allah for all the non-stop blessings, whether it is good or bad, in the end, it is for your OWN good. True story.

I am soooo sad after the break up. Therefore this entry will gonna be a sad entry. NAAAAAH~ it is not gonna be the 'ala-la-la sayang intan payung' kinda sad. But it is gonna be a good one. Trust me. 

So here goes....

I am in the PBS period right now (FYI, it stands for Post Break-up Syndrome). So there might be times when suddenly I will feel sadness all around me. It sounds crazy & sometimes I do feel crazy. But then, I will realize that I learn to cope with myself even better after all the incidents.

O ALLAH, please grant me strength. I am strong. I am strong. I am strong. (This is my regular chant for these past few days.)  

But deep deep down inside, I feel sooooooooooooooooooooooo sad. Thinking of the ungrateful me, who is always forget about the blessings which surround herself. 

Allah, My families, my friends, the Quran, the state of being healthy & alive ----> all those blessings. Are irreplaceble. 

The possibility which kept me thinking about it is because he left without meeting me & explain everything FACE TO FACE. If in a harsh language, people would say "Macam jantan pengecut... Dah bagi harapan, pastu buat mcm gini. Pfffftttt..." After all the future plans, the promises, bla bla bla...and yes, TALK IS CHEAP. Until you DO it, then it will cost more than what money can buy.

Whatever it is, everything happened for a reason. It would be a lie if I say that I do not assume. I DO assumed, but in the end, I know that only Allah knows the REAL reason. 

He did says that he didnt have the feeling for me. He cant be in loved or to be loved. and We are not meant to be together. Oh yeah, bila baca dengan akal yang rasional, fadiah rasa nak ketawa pun ada. If he says about this lovey-dovey thing, I also wanna say that I also do not love him at first. I just want to get to know him. Though, Fadiah contact dia hari-hari, it doesnt mean that I am in love with him. The feelings DEVELOP along the way. And yes it does. But when it just STARTED to develop, he make this decision. Oh well, what else can I say? He made up his mind already...

And if someone would ask me, do I forgive him? Of course I do. Who am I not to forgive him? I also make mistakes and full of weaknesses...

Sabar. Pasrah. Redha. Dan yang sewaktu dengannya. 

"Sabar terkadang hanya perlu seminit dua, terkadang berbulan, dan terkadang hingga kamu mati, perlu terus bersabar..."