GANDALF THE WHITE! All the realities & fantasies within. سبحان الله :)

The Ungrateful Brat

2012-02-16T00:12:00.000+08:00

I think, if it's one thing that holds me back, it's my childhood memories. Always have and always will, no matter how much I've tried to let it go. But really I can't. Maybe not yet. Maybe I should try harder and better. But not that I haven't tried. I have, a lot of times. A lot. But I can't. I just, can't. It doesn't happen or it just wont happen, no matter how much I try.

But it's okay. It's really okay. For what's the fuss when they are all amazing ones? What's the fuss when they are all exuberant ones? I know, I know. What I needa do is just, take a deep breath and calm down. Also put some faith that everything will be better soon, and none is at fault for this.

Time ticks, we grow, moments fade, memories remain. Can't we just rewind those times again? Oh I know, I know. Rewinding mightn't be the best solution. The best I believe would be, can we all just gather again, my girlfriends as we dance to our joy and cheerful dance-able memoirs of childrenhood?

Just give me that one day, no.

One week, no.

One month, no.

One year, no.

One decade, no.

One century, no.

See, I'm never grateful when it comes to spending my time with love ones, I want more time. None was ever enough. I need more time. I need more. See, how ungrateful I am for a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade, a century is never enough. I need,

FOREVER.

But, who are you kidding again Mus?

No. No one.

I should just relax, and fill my heart with thankfulness that you have been there and done that for the sake of our beautiful relationships all these while. I just miss you so much, girls. Haih..

Fortunately, on a glower note,

My girls Sya and Elle will be coming tomorrow and we are gonna bake Marble Cheesecake and Chocolate Mousse that I was supposed to bake today (but haven't) tomorrow. So, I shall take this chance and have an amazing time with these people that I miss right? Ah yes, since these times don't come often anymore now as we grow, people commit to other things. So yes, I'll absolutely make this event an unforgettable one, insya Allah.

Thank you all. Have an amazing night sleep (I'd want a dreamless night tonight. It'd be better than sick dreams or nightmares). So have a dreamless night, earthlings. Wasalam.

2012-02-14T16:02:00.001+08:00

SubhanAllah. I'm grateful I'm out of those leagues. Nauzubillahi min zalik.

A Dream Named Desire

2012-02-14T01:28:00.001+08:00

So much to do . . .

So little time!

Someone once told me that if you wanna dream, you gotta dream big.
Dream ENORMOUSLY.
So we asked, "how do we measure the greatness?"
And he answered,
"It's when you tell people about your dream,
they laugh over it saying that you are crazy".

I'm really grateful to be meeting a person who, I don't say we share the same passion but heaven yes! We do share the same dreams! And that is to become, multimillionaire in her word while I take gazillionaire from my dictionary. Alhamdulillah..

And the most interesting part is that, we never fail to inspire each other with whatever words or phrases or sentences that come out from our mouths. We never fail to motivate one another with our actions. We never fail to share new findings, if not all but some very most important ones and a lot of other things possible. And I guess, this a little-here-and-there help us to stay strong to ourselves and our dreams when everyone else fails to get in what we are actually talking about, sharing about, spreading the power about.

Thanks Wa babe :) Tho we are quite new (3 years is not so new, eh?). Can be considered new la, since we are not together all the time. So maybe out of three years, the only times that we have really spent together is perhaps only 6 months! But since we are planning for a study opportunity together, we might make the 3 years feel like 10 years of togetherness, eh? Why not and insya Allah! Let's do this babe! Let's do this!

Moral of the story is, if you find yourself to be ambitious enough, too ambitious more adventurous than the waterfalls, too ambitious higher than the mountains, braver than the skydivers, greater than the tsunami waves, faster than the hurricanes, believe us, you might want to find someone who, s/he does not have to have the same passion as you.

Maybe you do agriculture, and maybe s/he does fashion. Maybe you do astronomy and s/he does food and beverage. Two very different things right? Correct, but I believe the passion comes second but the desire to succeed, the force to dream big and unashamed-ness to go about achieving the victory comes first.

So, if you can, go find someone who shares that same thing as you but if you don't or can't it's always okay. For positively, I am sure that the others can always listen and support you too, but the determination has to always come from ourselves, anyway, anyhow, somehow and at the end of the day. And whatever situation we may be in, we sure gotta gather our strengths at most to triumph!

Now, let's do this everyone! Let's dream bigger! Higher! Faster! Braver! Stronger! And whoever we are, whatever it is we are made of, be happy with it, be grateful with it cause everyone has got their own uniqueness, their own beauty, their own skill. Everyone owns something and everyone is someone. So be proud of it, give yourself more credit than you have given all this while and give back the world Gazillion folds! :) Insya Allah amin!

Oh and yes! Make one of yours and paste them at the walls where you see often. Take a picture of it and paste it at Magnifique Bonbons wall. Later I will share the pictures at this blog and let it dances and be the talk of the world as we climb the staircases to glory! :) Insya Allah Akbar! :)

A Beautiful Letdown :)

2012-02-12T00:20:00.001+08:00

You & I, best friends forever :')

After all these years of, I don't say heartaches or heartbreaks. Maybe what I'd like to say is, well. Hihi, some kind of those two words I've mentioned above but lovelier, let's rephrase that sentence again.

So, after all these years of beautiful letdowns, at this most tip point now, only I realize that I've been granted an amazing best friend. The one that I have never really called a friend in all my life just because you are regarded as with the other status, but has always been there through storm and drought, through rain and rainbow, through everything at all.

You are my friend, my best of all. And the most interesting fact that I also realize is that, none beats you. I know I'm always late in realizing things, but I have really made sense now and I'm glad that this fact finally kisses me on the cheeks. Reminding me that you have always been a friend, a best friend, the best that none other can compete. Your friendship, is incomparable. You are, incomparable, Tann.

Now the date strikes 12th, it's 10 days to your birthday. What was it that you said you wanted just now? Oh yes, "I'm grateful enough with everything", said you. Alhamdulillah :')

Tann, thank you very much. For filling my heart at its best. :')

Kashmir Solidarity Day 2012

2012-02-10T14:26:00.002+08:00

Kashmir Solidarity Day is held every 5th of February of the year. So yes! That means you should mark down your calendar for every 5th of February every year to come join us as we unite to show appreciation to the Kashmiris who have been struggling for self-determination from discrimination for 65 years now. Kashmir, has been dubbed to be The Paradise on Earth. However, with the massive destruction, war and discrimination that has been haunting the Kashmiri, people now wonder if the title is still eligible for Kashmir to be called with since a massive destruction has been going on at the place for decades now.

One of the speakers who was quite creative was Prof Dr Ruhanas Harun, she's an academician and I met her for the second time this year, the first was in 2009, and I like her a lot since then. To be seeing her again was such an honour! In her speech, Dr Ruhanas quoted a lot of artistically touching poems, story lines, and songs that really touched my heart. Nevertheless, creative or no, it doesn't matter. Because what matters the most is how you convey it to the audiences. Do the words come from you heart or no? Are you really feeling the speech that you've written? Do you really understand what is it that you are expressing? Since I believe, whatever that we do, we have to make sure that it comes from the heart, so that it strikes other peoples' hearts too, insya Allah.

Also in Dr Ruhanas speech, she stated that after all these years of attending the occasion annually, she finally got to her sense that she really wanted to visit Kashmir, the Paradise on Earth, one day.

While for me, I was so lucky. One of the luckiest to be getting the opportunity to present a speech during the occasion. It'd be an amazing record for my resume, it's obviously a super experience for me in my run of learning Human Rights' issues at a greater scale. Meeting new people, making links, also expanding the horizons learning their cultures, their heart-breaking and poignant tales of bigotry (like how it happens in the Palestine). Also, this chance really help me realized that our regular, common and cliche dilemmas like being sad or mad when the boyfriend does not reply our texts/calls, when we don't get the Galaxy Tabs that our parents have promised to grant, when we only have fried egg or Ikan Masin for meal are nothing, zilch, nada, nix, nil, ZERO and nothing at all to compare to the crisis facing the Kashmiris in their own land, everyday of their lives.

So, without further ado, I present to you my speech on Kashmir Solidarity Day, the day where the sacrificial Kashmiris died in honour of their land, their religion, their stand for human rights, and their love ones are appreciated.

The speaker, a friend of Kashmir

"A'zubillahinashsyaitonirrojim, Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

His excellency the High Commissioner of Pakistan, Mr. Masood Khalid

Secretary General of ABIM, Mr. Mohammad Raimi Abdul Rahim

President of ABIM Wilayah, Mr. Mohd Asri Bin Abdul

Academician, Prof Dr. Ruhanas Harun

Global Peace Mission Malaysian CEO, Mr. Azlan Mohd Shariff

Assalamualaikum and a very good evening to everyone present in this room.

I first became aware of the Kashmir issue when I attended Kashmir Solidarity Day program in 2009. That meeting inspired me a form a Friends of Kashmir Chapter in my life and now I stand here as a voice from Malaysian youths as well as a friend of Kashmir’s struggle for freedom.

We all know that the people of Kashmir has undergone great misery over the past 60 years or so and on this occasion, we salute their resoluteness, their courage, their strength, their fortitude and their tenacity to withstand the second largest army in the world. On our part, the least we can do is to understand and appreciate their stories of horror, despair and an unending cry for justice and equality.

Being a woman, I think it’d be fair that I focus on women issue. This is because women and children bear the brunt of violence and instability in Kashmir and elsewhere in the world. Thus, their sorrows, grief and hurt need to be presented, broadcasted and rebroadcasted time and again. Each word wounds, each story hurts each incident of molestation and rape, angers.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Women have borne the brunt of violence in the two decades of conflict in Kashmir – raped, tortured, maimed and killed. Nearly eight years ago, on April 20, 2004, Kashmir’s first woman human rights activist, Aasia Jeelani, gave her life to uphold the cause of truth and justice. Aasia’s painful death shocked the activists and families of victims of rights abuses in Kashmir.

Let us observe one minute silence and recite Al-Fatihah in honor of Jeelani and thousands of women who have perished in the long years of struggle. Al-Fatihah

According to a study by Medecins Sans Frontieres, Kashmiri women are among the worst sufferers of sexual violence in the world much worse than that of Sierra Leone, Sri Lanka and Chechnya. Another study by Kashmir University’s Department of Sociology in 2002 revealed that 90% of the estimated 10,000 Kashmiri war widows didn’t remarry despite provision of remarriage in Islam. Surveys also have shown that more Kashmiri women commit suicide than men.

Furthermore, women constitute more than 60% of the patients visiting Kashmir's lone psychiatric hospital in Srinagar for treatment, with most of them suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This is only the tip of an iceberg, Ladies and Gentlemen, since it is believed that thousands more women didn't turn up because of illiteracy and social taboos attached to the psychiatric hospitals. And thus they continue to suffer, silently.

Last but not least, there are also hundreds of ‘half-widows’ whose husbands disappeared in custody, leaving them to fend for themselves. In the absence of any help from the authorities who consistently deny charges of custodial disappearance, many of them assemble every month in a Srinagar park, for a silent sit-in protest.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Although women are rarely the initiators of violence, they are its chief victims -- be it of the States and its manifold agencies or of the extremists and militants who claim to speak in the name "of the people." However that, they also emerge as strong factors of change, of stability and of individuals and groups, which create their own spaces and develop leadership qualities.

Aasia Jeelani was one of them. In 2002, after completing her post-graduation in journalism, Aasia and her friends launched the Kashmiri Women’s Initiative for Peace and Disarmament (KWIPD). She became its first head and single-handedly chronicled the miseries of Kashmiri women and children in a periodical called The Voices Unheard, which was a quarterly newsletter of the KWIPD. The work took her to far-off places like Dardpora near the Line of Control in Kupwara. She later set up a tailoring centre in a tiny village which housed about 200 war widows and 300 orphans. However, her untimely death is a great loss to all of us.

We also heard about some kind of mothers’ association formed in the 1980s as a reaction to the slide toward alcoholism, despair and drugs that many women saw in their children. Fortunately by now, it has developed into a substantial force for peace, social harmony and civil society initiatives. Alhamdulillah…

Then, there are women's groups which patrol the streets of certain towns at night, looking out for drunken men who need to be packed off home. They have mashals (torches) and each woman in a neighborhood is assigned duty nights. Essentially, it started off as a revolt against alcoholism and drunkenness which were eating into household incomes and causing much domestic violence. But over the years, it progressed into a rights organization protecting ordinary people from the assaults and anger of insensitive soldiers and policemen.

After what I have described above, the question facing us is, what can we do? Besides being present on this occasion annually, what more can we actually do? As young people who are full of energy, enthusiasm, and spirit, I honestly think we should really take this fight to another level.

So, what we should do is to create greater awareness about this issue to the public at large; to everyone around us so as to create the necessary “tipping point” for a change to take place. Since young generation has access to social media like Facebook, Blog or Twitter, the use of these tools should be maximized to propagate our agenda. We can also create our own electronic magazine to discuss this issue.

Those among us with musical talent, I urge you to compose songs to create awareness of the Kashmir struggle, songs which are suitable to the young generation. For instance, songs like Palestine and Freedom from Maher Zain.

Those among us with talent for performing arts, I urge you to stage a play at public places such as Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka, or Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre (KLPac) or even Istana Budaya.

Thus, I end my talk by saying “Let us heal the world; let us make it a better place for you and for me and the entire human race to live in. Let us make life sacred; people should not die unnecessarily.”

Thank you."

The text was improved and spiced up by my Dad, Thank you Abah, I love you.

So, being eager to know if Kashmir really is a Heaven on Earth, I googled the pictures! And here are the proofs. SubhanAllah, Kashmir is indeed, a Heaven on Earth :')

Kashmir, also known as Cashmere, is the norther-western region of the Indian subcontinent. Today Kashmir refers to a much larger area that includes the regions of Kashmir valley, Jammu and Ladakh. The main "Valley of Kashmir" is a low-lying fertile region surrounded by magnificent mountains and fed by many rivers. It is renowned for its natural beauty and quaint lifestyle.

A shikara crosses a lake in Srinagar, the summer capital of Kashmir.

And most importantly,

Hear their voices everyone. Free 'em.

There's no need to be so greedy!

Magnifique Bonbons and Mybff Story Go Green this Collection! :)

2012-02-10T00:32:00.002+08:00

On the 6th ravish and unique collection from Mybff Story, my girl and business partner Wawa decided and agreed that we were going green, going natural this time. This is in support of the natural surrounding and environment that we love and care for. It is also to create awareness among the youths and among all walks of life in this earth to practice a more environmental friendly attitude and to cultivate a soul that cares for the environment.

Among the organizations which are active in conserving the nature including the wild lives are, Malaysian Nature Society, WWF, MYCAT, Sahabat Hutan Gambut and a lot more. Just google nature organizations in Malaysia and I am sure you will get numerous results.

And since "The future of the world depends on the youths today" or, "If we want to forecast what the future holds for us, we examine the youths today because the youths are the future leaders" that we wanted to create this awareness among us youths, in fact everyone in conserving the nature, wild lives or in a bigger context, we want everyone of us today to conserve Humanity. Because if we aren't the ones to stand up for this fight/cause/stand, who will? Who will? And, if we don't start today, or right at this minute, or right at this moment, who will? And who will eventually be responsible when the world really collapse one day?

The answer would be, Us. The Human. Because we are the real, Predators. We are the REAL PREDATORS.

But are you? Are you really a predator? Am I a predator? Am I really a predator? No I don't think so. Is it your job to make chaos in the world? No I don't think so. Is it your responsibility to see destruction in the world? No, I don't think so. Is it you? Was that what Allah made you for? No, I don't think so. Was that what your parents mold you into? A predator? A marauder? A killer of goodness? NO. I don't think so.

But, if you do think that you are one, you might wanna change. You might wanna really change, today, or right at this minute, or right at this moment, most preferably, NOW.

Bermaksud,

"Dan janganlah kamu berbuat kerosakan di bumi sesudah Allah menyediakan segala yang membawa kebaikan padanya, dan berdoalah kepadaNya dengan perasaan bimbang (kalau-kalau tidak diterima) dan juga dengan perasaan terlalu mengharapkan (supaya makbul). Sesungguhnya rahmat Allah itu dekat kepada orang-orang yang memperbaiki amalannya." -Al A'raaf, 56.

Insya Allah.

So, let us roll on to the latest collection! These are among the pictures that caught my heart! :)

Balancing weights on the trees' tough roots :)

Wawa helping me with the outfit.

Heh heh heh. Sedapnya, lapar lagi!

It's nice! Want some? :D

"Hope this pose turns out well", my heart said.

Ah, what a wonderful world! :')

Brought along our Naturalist Magazine received monthly from MNS as a member.

Wawa giving instructions.

The one I was holding was the issue on lizards! :)

Lost in the woods? Let the nature guides you :')

Rain gave hints to come down this time, and I couldn't help but to feel so good about it :)

So, I ran around when the yellow tree leaves were falling just like during the autumn season!

One of my fav! :)

Cupcakes and I baked specially for the photo shoot! :)

I love you.

And on a more serious note,

I do realize that it is not good for women to be making public of their poses, photos, beauty and of their secrets. Because its true, women are so expensive, in fact, they are priceless. And sincerely, to the ones that know me, I am just this simple selekeh girl that wear bright colourful socks to classes and repeat the same satin tudung everyday in a whole week until people even ask me to change since it is too obvious! Hehe. However it is, I am still the same person you know. And this is just for the time being, until my girl Wawa and I decided on something new as we build our own business empire, Soon Enough. So I sincerely hope, that you would bear with me, with us as we assemble our own empire, brick by brick. Insya Allah.

And to the massive supports from families, friends, acquaintances and anyone at all, we thank you so much. We appreciate that a lot. For without your support, we would not be here.

Thank you.

On a lighter note,

Wawa commenced a contest for customers and anyone at all at Mybff Story's Facebook. What you need to do is just Share the latest collection's album (The one called "The Garden") to anywhere at all in Facebook, and tell us what makes you feel beautiful. Contestants with the most creative slogan and the most Share will get to bring home one of Mybff Story's collection for free! Two lucky winners will be selected! Hurry up, everyone! :)

For prices of the outfits, visit Mybff Story's blog. Have a good night. Assalamualaikum.

I'd Rather be Devoured by the Wilds

2012-02-03T22:20:00.001+08:00

Than being raped by man.

2012-02-02T17:19:00.001+08:00

Sabar, Mus. Sabar.

If nothing happens, sabar lagi. Sabar.

Test yourself, Mus.

Test yourself.

Allah, The Most Magnificent & Benevolent

2012-02-02T13:18:00.000+08:00

Alhamdulillah, the video is officially out as a trailer for the 6 episodes documentaries that will be online at YouTube starting 10th February! Can't wait for that!!! Inya Allah! :)

Have a wonderful day and may Allah bless us all. Insya Allah. Amin. Allahuakbar!! :)

2012-02-01T18:42:00.000+08:00

سبحان الله

These two bodies of water were merging in the middle of The Gulf of Alaska and there was a foam developing only at their junction. It is a result of the melting glaciers being composed of fresh water and the ocean has a higher percentage of salt causing the two bodies of water to have different densities and therefore makes it more difficult to mix.

Maha Suci Allah :)

Too Great Too Powerful

2012-02-01T17:26:00.000+08:00

For words.

Yes. Unless we act now.

Stop the buying of tiger parts. Tiger parts belong to them.
Your parts belong to you and none for others or for sale.

Imagine your hand is cut
Your skin is peeled off to make clothes
Your teeth is taken out for amulets
Your bones made into medicated oils
for some superstitious beliefs

You wont stand it. What a cruelly ruled world.
So stop it now, Stop it now.

Before we harm us.

Too Beautiful Too Overwhelming,

2012-02-01T17:02:00.000+08:00

For words.

(Look at the pictures one by one. They really do touch my heart.
May they touch yours too. Conserve them, love them)

Thank you for filling an enormous portion of my heart.
And I promise, that I will do my best, to help conserve you.

I promise.

A Safe Place to Fall

2012-02-01T15:19:00.000+08:00

To immerse

To jump over

To drown in

and

To fall in love with

2012-02-01T03:16:00.002+08:00

I've always hoped that I'd become a dancer in the future.

In the future such as this time in my life now.

Remember how I've always posted pictures of dancing people?

And how, I've written that "Dancing, is about being who you wanna be at that moment",

every now and then?

Yes.

And about, the other self of me that is caged?

And how, the quote of Shanna LaFleur that said,

"It takes an athlete to dance, but an artist to be a dancer", inspires me?

And also, it took me a lot of courage to get a medical appointment
for a check up I had to go through after realizing that I hurt my knee from too excessive
hiking on an unprepared muscle?

And how, when I found out that something was really wrong with my knee
I cried from the first picture that popped up in my mind
that showed me sitting in the corner
with a sad face
not being able to dance and release some parts of my caged self?

And how, I can never stop myself from moving
doing that shoulder thing, or the head thing and smile
or the tummy, the hands, the fingers, the legs and the knees
each time I hear any songs being played
any song, any song at all.

And how, when Olympics or Commonwealth or SEA games are on
the games that I sincerely watch are only the gymnastics, water acrobats
and anything relates to soft and smooth body movements
it's like picturing a gracefully dancing ballerina conquering the stage?

And how, my favourite listed movies are the ones of dancing genre or
containing some very inspiring dancing scenes such as Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights
Step Up, Shall We Dance, Stomp The Yard, Take the Lead, Honey, Save the Last Dance,
You Got Served and Fame?

And how, exercise methods that fancy me consists of those
I can't really explain it but those
those movements of how I want my life to be
like Yoga Pilates Tai Chi and especially dancing
not usually only the sitting ups and pushing ups?

And how, Deidre is still dancing.
And she needs only conquer the world with that?

Oh god, how I really love dancing.

But Allah. Allah. But Allah. He sure knows best and His best is the best for me too.

Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah. Thank you....

Kashmir Solidarity Day - "A Call for Freedom"

2012-01-31T23:33:00.002+08:00

Assalamualaikum, dearest ones. This Sunday, I will be attending Kashmir Solidarity Day that will be held at Kelab Darul Ehsan, Ampang. This event is held yearly in conjunction with the Indian occupied Kashmir issue that has been going on since 1947. Since then, the people of Kashmir have been denied their rights as humans. They are raped, killed, abused and discriminated. Thus, this is the time we should all unite and be heard of.

Insya Allah I myself will be giving a talk on that day. So, come on now as we unite and Call for Freedom.

http://www.facebook.com/events/290888697631922/

2012-01-31T17:04:00.002+08:00

This is what I feel like doing, Now.

Too adventurous for a girl like me?

Nah, don't think so :)

2012-01-30T21:13:00.001+08:00

Of course.

Because Allah should be the one we seek for guidance, determination
and

everything else.

To the Contributors of Cambodia Humanity Project

2012-01-29T10:49:00.004+08:00

DearSir,

HEALINGTHE WORLD, AND MAKING IT A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN

On the behalf of my team of the Humanitarian Mission toCambodia from Kolej Profesional MARA Beranang which commenced on the 28^thNovember 2011 – 2^nd December 2011 would like to thank you for yourkindness to sponsor our trip. Be it money, equipments, skills, stationeries,support, respect or motivation. We are grateful to have suchcompanies/individuals still taking care about the welfare of others. Since allof us believe that “The welfare of the World is bound up in the welfare ofall”. Thus, thank you for caring and becoming a part of this mission and madeit came true.

Wehave come this far and at one point; all of us decided that we would like totake this effort to another level. We decided that this is going to be ourannual trip with a mission to develop a village called Kampung Toul TbengBungkeb which is located in the Pursat region. One of the poorest regions inCambodia still having no electricity and the water source is dependent on the50m depth water pump which the ones in its good condition is very few. Most ofthe kids are still malnourished; having bloated stomachs containing worms, notwearing slippers as a mean of hygiene. We call this, underdeveloped anduncivilized. Although some might say that this is normal for a third worldcountry to be experiencing situation such as this, just like how Malaysia was50 years ago or so, however all of us have our own stand. We agreed that ifCambodia is Malaysia 50 years ago or so, we still want the people in thiscountry experience a better life, especially in this world of science, progressand technology, the unfortunates’ fates really shouldn’t be left undefended.

Realizingthat we have nothing to lose, we believe that if we give more then we willsurely gain more, god’s willing. Because at the end of the day, life is abouthelping the ones in need. The fortunate are bestowed to help the unfortunatesso that we will achieve a balanced and a more blissful life caring for oneanother and understanding their discommodity and difficulty in life. That goesthe saying that reminds us to never forget our grounds no matter how we havesucceeded in life and become billionaires for example, because this is the kindof character that will help the humankind attain a more humane state of lives,talking about cultivating a more compassionate civilization of the world.

Hence,one of the solutions that we have come up with to help develop this village isby teaching the villagers the knowledge and skills in agriculture. This ispractically because, we do not want the money contributed by the Malaysians orpeople around the world to be spent only to construct buildings with goodfinishing but containing no fulfillment. What we mean by fulfillment here issuch as no good teachers to educate the children, the future generation of theworld, mainly because there is no money allocated to pay the teacher’s salarysince most of the money is spent only for buildings. Thus, we feel the urgethat we need to teach the villagers to develop their own economy by doingagriculture so that they can pay for their own needs, equipments and later,manage their own administration. Others, you can check in the report on thejourney that we have prepared for you.

Ina nutshell, we do hope that you could become our annual sponsor no matter whatit is you will be contributing. Be it money, power, energy, support, equipmentsor anything at all. Last but not least, thank you.

“Becausevolunteering is not a choice, it’s a responsibility”

2012-01-29T10:15:00.002+08:00

More of outdoor adventure pictures from camp! Looking out for more, insya Allah. Sebah & Najmy Naim! Sky-diving, Jom?

Walking Abseiling

Spiderman Abseiling

Rapid Jumping was so Super

"I was all over, circling myself, then I looked at the sky (macam feeling sangatlah gitu) I found myself lying in the air, so I got my head liddat and looked at you guys and Acai snapped this picture! Yeay! :D"

White water rafting! But we weren't capsized :(

Graduated! Alhamdulillah... :')

Sisterhood of The Travelling

2012-01-29T09:32:00.001+08:00

Purple Knitted Sweater :)

I felt bad for not bringing any presents for Syeqa for her birthday during the party on the 14th. In fact, I rarely bring at all, all these years. I think it's because I wasn't brought up in a state of affairs where we buy and give presents during people's birthday. Yeap, I wasn't brought up that way. The only celebration that I'd have is usually with family at home, a small one. It's either mum bakes us pizza or we order some, or KFC and indulging ourselves with cakes from Secret Recipe (but not anymore now, because I can bake better than Secret Recipe! Hahahaha :p). Or with friends, celebrating at some ordinary restaurants or just at the local stalls eating my favourite mihun tomyam, anywhere we afford of. So, you see. I don't really have the idea of how formal birthday parties are done.

When first handed-ly people come holding nice paper bags of Liz Claiborne, Chanel or Dior, Guess and MNG. Where people sing you different birthday songs 1 to 2 times or more. Blowing the candles and saying our prayers. Smiling for the camera after candle-blowing and having a photo shoot session during the cake-cutting ceremony. Where friends are invited to join in while the birthday girl/boy cut the cake. Where after everyone is finished eating, gatherers would play games such as musical chairs, dance game, twister, charades or pass the parcel. And winners get to bring home game prizes. Then there'll be claps and squeals of happiness. Where losers would say "It's okay guys, most important is we had fun!" to lighten up the disappointed faces. When later they are surprised with consolation prizes such as chocolates, sweets or jelly candies. And everyone is happy again! Then, the peak of the party would be, "BUKA HADIAH TIMEE!!!"

It was perfect when the opening-gifts-ceremony started when I was performing my Asar prayer, so when I got out of the room I just stayed with Tannie, accompanying him eating.

However, presents or no, I always feel like my existence and presence in Syeqa's life is more than enough and is incomparable to any gifts. You know? Hahahaha. Mus is bragging again :p But seriously, Sye even said the same thing. "Mus, with you being here, one day Earlier! To help around and busying yourself for me, it's enough Mus, it's enough", replied her when I confessed to her that I felt bad for not buying anything as gifts the night before her birthday party, when we were preparing to sleep. That relieved me a bit. But, I still feel left out. Y'know? I diddddddddddd.

And to make me feel worse, Syeqa gave me my birthday present in advance during her birthday! Argghhhh arghhhhh arghhhhhhhhh! That's too much of this tension I couldn't take it anymoreeeeeeeee! "Nah Mus, your birthday present in advance!" Every year, it would be like that. I would receive a birthday gift from her either during her birthday (because that's when we meet) or a few days after her birthday. Where she'd come with Mummy driving to send me presents. Continuing, I felt worst and stupidly bummed when I discovered people giving her a snow cap! A scarf! Preparing for winter in Aussie soon. Now, why didn't I think of that earlier? Argh, even to add to the fact, when my sister was preparing for NZ, I did not even give her winter clothes or anything related to seasonal change. Why so blurr, Mus? ARGH!

But I kept calm and worried not for I had my own plan.

So, on the Thursday, 19th. I came knocking on Sye's V-R-G-6 door. "Eh, Mus! What are you doing here? Oh my god, you always surprise people!!!" I laughed and telling her that's what I like to do. Then she smiled :) We hugged and I told her I was in a rush, while handing her a bag of ZARA Purple Knitted Sweater and 4 written and typed notes/letters. A Cambodia postcard and a birthday card, for Syeqa. 2 letters for Mummy and Baby girl each :) No, I did not buy the sweater. (Tho I actually thought of buying so). I'm a feeling person I like things to be based on feelings y'know? So that we'll touch a person's heart with whatever that we do, insya Allah. Tapi ni feelings yang baik baik la, insya Allah. Takdalah emo yang gelabah tak pasal tu. Except with Tannie who has to bear my emotional moments all the time HA HA HA. Anyway, that sweater's mine. And I told Syeqa,

M: This is mine. I have this because I like it. But I've never really worn it, because . . . because . . . I've never been to a winter place that's why! I'm handing it to you, so it's yours now. Or, maybe we can make it, OURS. When I come to visit you in OZ next year, you are gonna hand it back to me before me going back to NZ (confident :p) Okay?

S: It's gonna be like the sisterhood of the travelling pants! (excited!)

M: Exactly!!!! (more excited!!!!)

Amazing day, everyone! :)

Superous

2012-01-26T17:29:00.001+08:00

Always have loved :)

Strange and Unprepared

2012-01-24T23:00:00.000+08:00

And I know, I know you might feel say and know it already that this is what I do when things happen. Same old stereotypical Mus. You know me too well. Oh too well most of the times I don't even know myself too deep like you do. Perhaps sometimes, not even the surface. But you, but you. Have you been given a top secret data that tells you my personality, my behaviour, my attitude? Have you been given a manual on how operating me is done? Am I some kind of robot which system can be read, cracked and hacked? Am I some kind of too-open-for-public figure which self can be read too easily? Am I some kind of junk who talk too much of unnecessary things that hurt people's feelings? What am I? Who am I? Oh you know me too well you sure have the answer to that.

You feel, even the slightest little mean thing that I throw myself in. You know what I think, it's like you've been spying my mind with a little chip you inserted in my head full of dancing elves when I fantasize. You know what I feel, it's like you poison me with the sweetest thing you do when you knock the guitar and show some palm mute techniques while playing our song. And the sound of palm mutes, knocked my heart out and become king so that you always know what I feel sent through the vibe of the guitar vibrations. You know what I do, it's like you have my surrounding with heaven lots of cameras completed like a piano with its full keys. Each sounding different, very delicately different side by side telling you the most detailed up things that a lot of people wont even notice. Accompanied by the pedals that made your instinct clearer, more polished, most determined. You know it when all of a sudden my voice tone changed, from the higher pitch of the violin excitement to the lower pitch of the viola melancholics.

And you've watched me, growing. You've been there, all along. From holding your shoulders getting my two feet balanced on your skateboard deck, from this playful little girl you knew of, filled with excitement, full of life, try-outs and risk bearings. Who shouts at the existence of jumping and croaking frogs, who whined over the Suzuki collision which you laughed and felt pitiful at, got out of the car while I moved to the passenger seat, you took the driver seat, closed the door and we escaped, laughing shakily. When I made my first Oreo Cheesecake and you, loved it too much no matter how it may not taste too nice as a first timer.

When you've been, the best backboner anyone could ever had. While me, running around laughing as if not understanding a single thing. You are the best I ever had, have and will always have (I pray so).

I'm seen through. I'm bare with nowhere to hide. And I'll be here, not moving, I will be here. But know it, please know it. That I'm doing my best and I share the same heart and I'm feeling the pain too.

Thank you for doing this. This is the best solution that we have not really tried out. And I love, you.

2012-01-24T17:32:00.000+08:00

Don't give me what I want. Give me what I don't want. I promise though it is gonna hurt, it is gonna help us a lot. Don't give me what I want. Give me what I don't.

And I guess you are doing it now. Continue this, as I am reminded of my ground.

Thank you, Tann Iman. I love you.

2012-01-22T09:16:00.001+08:00

Gym Class Heroes at the Palace baby! Let's :D

2012-01-20T17:59:00.001+08:00

Backache. Headache. Heartache.

Writing You a Love Story

2012-01-19T00:47:00.000+08:00

Assalamualaikum wbt wrt.

To My Dearest Sister and Best Friend,

First of all, I would like to deeply apologize for not being here during your big day, which was your engagement day. Also I would like to thank you for giving me the chance to widen my horizons and broaden my views about life for preferring to be present at the camp rather than at your big day.

When it happened today, I am forever late settling unsettled matters over and over again. Which sometimes I do not even know what, but at the end of the day, I always feel pleased with myself that I completed them all not realizing that I have consumed more than enough time to be finishing everything up. Yes, it is effective that I can finish them but when it is not on time, it becomes inefficient. And how I have always reminded others about this but now, I catch myself red handed doing the same thing. What a shame, Mus and I know, you have known this since a long time ago that I do have this bad habit of ... A lot. Well, you can't even list them down because it is just, a lot. And no matter how good I am in college or, no matter how amazing the image that I portrayed myself to be in college, all the leadership and stuffs, it all come to waste when I am at home. Because all of you know my weak side and just, my bad attitude of, a lot.

I always run here and there leaving scars, that's me. It's true that's me. That's what I do most. That's what I master in. Especially your little sensitive heart that I have acknowledged a long time ago but never have I sat down, look deeper and tried my best to understand it. When you talk, I always, always, always keep my eyes busy looking at the laptop screen, typing unimportant things to be compared to you. When the thing is, you are incomparable so what am I comparing you to? Nothing, nada. Abstract, intangibles. Can't be seen, can't be touched.

Tell you what, I am gonna do better. Okay. I am and I will and I can. Insya Allah. Thank you for keeping up with me, your annoying and so full-of-herself little sister. I'll be better.

And also, I'd like to dedicate this song to you.

Vertical Horizon - When You Cry

Beautiful song :)

Lastly, I'd like to wish you, I know it's kinda late, but Happy Engagement day! 8th Januay 2012. Selamat bertunang dan selamat menjalankan tanggungjawab sebagai tunang orang. Semoga sampai ke jinjang pelamin seperti yang dirancangkan. Semoga ditetapkan jodohnya. Semoga berbahagia sehingga ke akhir hayat. :') Amin, Ya Rabb.

Mak, Seb, Mama in Law.

I love you, Seb.

Birthday & Farewell Party of Rasyeqa Rafflee

2012-01-18T18:37:00.001+08:00

First of all, I'd like to share a surprisingly remarkable conversation I had during Syeqa's birthday, okay? Let's go. (I can't recall exactly, but this is how it went)

I met Elham Zulaika, Mummy's (Syeqa's mom) best friend's daughter. And the first thing that got out from my mouth when I saw Elham was, "Eh, cantiknyaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Yes, just like that and that like just. Because sincerely, Elham is really a beautiful woman. Then she started saying, "Eh, mana ada biasa je" while sitting down on the chair joining me chit-chatting with E'en, smiling so reassuringly.

Then we started talking and Elham told us about engaging herself with a job and will only further her degree via PJJ which stands for Pengajian Jarak Jauh. After talking for 5 minutes approx, we stopped at one point and asked each other's names.

Mus: You are Ika right? I heard you were called Ika.
Ika: Yes yes. Nama I Elham Zulaika.
Mus: Oh, I am Musfirah Mohd Asri.
Ika: Eh, I, no no no. Tapi I ada baca satu blog ni tau, pasal masak masak.
Mus: Um, is it Magnifique Bonbons?
Ika: Yes, oh my god! Yessssss!
Mus: Oh my god! Oh my god!
Ika: You baru balik dari camp kan?
Mus: Ya Allah yesssssssss! :D
Ika: Ya Allah Mus you tau tak, I always check you out tau. I mean, I takda la randomly Like people's pages. But yours I don't know. It feels sincere. So I Like and I suka tengok cake-cake you. Comel-comel aje.
Mus: Awww, is it? You know, I actually always have this down feeling about my decorations compared to other peoples' because I learn baking myself, Youtube, recipe book and my best friend's Mum. She's a baker. Those are all my sources. I don't go to classes but plan to go so to upgrade my skills. So, I always feel like mine isn't good enough :(
Ika: Ehhh, takpelah. Asalkan sedap kadang-kadang yang decoration cantik pun tak berapa sedap pun buat apa kan? And then, you do it for charity also kan?
Mus: Yeap, it's kind of a project we are working upon. Developing a village called Kg. Toul Tbeng Bungkeb, in the Pursat region, Cambodia. It's an annual project so you can tag along too, this year! Insya Allah.
Ika: Ha, that's what I like about it because you are doing for charity :)

Alhamdulillah.... Alhamdulillah... I didn't see that coming. That was totally unexpected. But of course, Allah is the Most Gracious and Most Benevolent. Alhamdulillah... Thank you Allah and thank you El :) Thank you Mummy and Autie Rosie and Auntie Fari and Syeqa and everyone! Hehhehheh. Alhamdulillah :)

So then El went telling her mum that she met the baker of Magnifique Bonbons that she wanted to order cakes from. Auntie Rosie and Auntie Fari being so supportive confirming, "Oh Mus, I heard about your other talent. You bake!" Hihi, yes Auntie I do. I was flatteringly touched. Thank Allah I could held back my tears. :')

El and I then instantly became good friends. It was a really nice moment to be treasured forever. Right El? Absolutely! El replied :)

Top: Syeqa. Below from left: El, E'en & Mus!

We had Tahlil, doa selamat serta kesyukuran starting 12pm until 3.30pm approx. Then the house started to get crowded by Syeqa's college friends, mainly. It was a good, fun and entertaining crowd with shouts here and there. Canester and Natalie and JOE! (The tomboy who turned feminist) were lovely!

Group photo with Birthday Girl! :)

Since 11 years old.

Since 12 & 11 yo.

Birthday girl got lots of presents!

My dancing mates, Daniella & Sarah :)

Sarah Zetty :)

Tannie entertaining us.

Because I sing better than playing the piano.

Wrap up!

It was a super celebration. Syeqa cried most of the time touched by everything that happens around her. We are proud of you, Sye. Keep it up! Keep working hard and smart may we all achieve victory insya Allah. See you in Aussie in one year time, we go shop! Hehehe!

Insya Allah. Lots of Love, Mus.

2012-01-18T17:09:00.002+08:00

It's fine, lock all your doors through the night. Keep it all right here safe in my arms. It's fine.

- We miss you, C.

Global Excellence Leadership Camp, Jeram Besu

2012-01-18T16:18:00.001+08:00

Some of the pictures I got from friend's cameras :)

Outdoor sports excitement :)

Ashikin & Asyiqin :) (I know) settling accounting matters.

What is it, Mus?

Group discussion on Guerrilla & Electric Generator task.

:) Campfire performance night.

Rapid jumping was super. Jeram Besu's water current is phenomenal it can actually be cultivated to generate electricity.

Yeay, jump people JUMP!

After 3 hours designing the transporter.

Jump again now JUMP!

Explaining to Edwin about my I-Hope-Not-So-Serious Adrenalin RUSH of EXCITEMENT.

Abseiling.

Group photo with the Facis, last day before the bus.

One of the last tasks to be completed on second last day. Carrying the ingots to the placement beside the original one without touching any of the ropes or the ground or our any body parts.

Hooyeah! We were transported in time! Thank god for if not, we will again be attacked by some monsters slimy enough it can make you barf! :D

Kau Ilhamku was sung by everyone we got on the stage :)

After Rapid Jumping :)

Are we done yet?

Acai checking on the task sheet that was mistakenly read by us.

Ah, AWE AWE AWE AWESOMEEEEEEEE! :D