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a shot from a stall in mahkota parade;those captions are too adorable@-@

i thought all girls akan automatically gasps and feel this 'ooh-aah' warm fuzzy feeling when they meet cute babies.or toddlers.(n perkara y sama waktu dengannya). i know i do.i get excited and'ololo comeynye' when i see baby clothes,dresses and headgears for girls. everytime i see those little babycrocs or any baby shoes i feel like snatching one and turning them into keychains or phone charms. whatsmore when i see live babies yg comel.ouh geram!

i always have the urge to grab one of these and turn them into keychains :3 C-O-M-E-L

i always tell my sister 'i tanak kawin lagi tapi i nak anak sendiri' then she'll give me this look.haha.i know.it sounds soooo wrong. but,i do adore babies.when we were in europe all d babies looked like miniature barbies, i only watched them from far,smile,wave and maen2 ciku-chak cuz im afraid their parents will think im sum kinda paedophile or creep yang playing with their children.believe me,not everyone likes their children being touched by random people on d street.

major cute baby alert!: walking mini baby doll :3

being the youngest, and when people ask 'nak adik takkk?' i'll answer with an annoyed smile with a big fat no.yeah.memang,i dont want a little brother/ sister cuz i enjoy being the youngest,to a certain extent.anyways, the only chances i get to hang out with babies (lol at that sentence skejap) is when i balik kampung.since i dont have any nephews or nieces,i'll always layan all my lil cousins, anak cousins, and anak2 tetamu yg datang ke rumah.pathetic kan? T.T

since i never got the chance to jaga any babies like spanjang all my life & 19++ yrs of living, last week was a major achievement.i always never had the courage to hold newborn babies cuz they're so floppy and i have this image that when i hold them i'll mess up with their bones or somehow cause their posture to be distorted.but,last week,i naturally held on to my little baby cousin.anak cousin to be exact.we have the same name, fatin!!! everytime i acah2 and talk to this lil baby she'll smile.oh em geee,comellllll.gaaah.it feels so good when you hold the baby and make them smile.and also, that was the first time ever that i lullabied a baby right to sleep. baby fatin slept on my lap. i also learnt a wonderful trick to make them sleep by my eva-wonderful mommy; usap telinga,those baby ears with ur fingers and u can see those baby eyes getting sleepy and ralik.subhanallah! omg!gram! ok dahh.this is the second where i tell myself to snap out of it.><

talking about lil kids, my lil cousin imran is super spoilt!he's the king of the house,at age three.-.-' what imran wants,imran gets.sighhh.but hes just too adorable to resist.his hobby is to silat in front of me, play angry birds on his daddy's phone, wrestle with ultraman, and change outfits 5 times a day.the first hour he'll be wearing cargo pants, the next u'll see him in jeans and smart shirt.haihh.imran imran.

baby imran; who can resist that whole dose of C-U-T-E!?

so when i got home and told my mom bout how spoilt imran was my mum sneered at me!and my sister joins in teasing me too.apart from the fact that i hold the award for the loudest screamer/cry-baby ('sampai satu taman kenal fathin nabilah yang nangis' bak kata mama) there are a few interesting behaviours of the old me that i could not believe.

my mum told me that,if my mum gives a kiss to someone else,e.g; another baby,i'd sulk all day long.then i'd ask my mom to 'buang balik' the kiss.so she'd have to physically move her hands, grab the invisble kiss on her mouth and do the throw-it-to-the-ground-gesture. and that was the zaman when flying kisses were popular, so when my mum catches a flying kiss,e.g from my sister, i'd yell to her to throw it as in ; 'buang balik,buang balik kiss tu!!' oh god.teruk gile p.h.d i mase kecik2. :0

then my sister told me how she remembers so well when i would cry every time amy mastura came on screen.why?cuz she has the same name like my mom; mastura. so i'd yell 'mama,kenapa orang tu amik nama mama?suruh dia buang balik.tu nama mama!' =__________='

obviously i dont remember any of this.so next time i intend to say or even think about how spoilt a child is,i'd stop and compare it to the junior me first. hah.

its not dusty here. its mouldy and infested with spore-bourne fungi :0

that, was a simple understatement to how long i havnt been posting here.(forgive the CRAPPINESS) how on earth can i keep up a diary if i cant write in it constantly/ periodically.-.-'

well since we did not have a stable wifi connection during our 14 day eurotrip,not to mention the fact that the only way for me to access the internet was thru my ipod, keeping uptodate and posting a new entry was VERY difficult.plus, we walked all day long so by the time we arrived back to our hostelroom,we'd be tooo flat and have just enough ounces of energy to cleanup,pray and drag ourselves to bed.nevertheless, it was total awesomeness:).alhamdulillah,it was a perfect bonding time wif my sis aftr 6 years apart.

this was my escapade.from everything.my perfect escapade.:)

its been more than 2 weeks since i set foot back in malaysia, but still; i just managed to upload pictures of the first stop of the eurotrip.and,this is the first post to date.sigh. tis sux mannnnn. :/

i hate it when i cant meet my own expectations.haha.who doesnt kan?

as soon as we got back to melaka,i had to show my sister around,and like always get all the chores done;pay the bills, get stuff, survey this survey that.last week was my first long distance drive (without dad's supervision) from melaka to kl and back.got lost in kl making our way to cheras for like 2-hours.phewwwww.stressfull gile!

a lot happened.really.but its just like i cant be bothered to jot it all down.i was never good with keeping diaries.but,heck, i'll try hard this time.

most of all; i miss my soulsistas real bad now.i miss our k.b house too.i miss the whole kelantan-vibe, the language,the food, the people and those familiar streets where i loved to speed.hehe.half my life in penang, and another half in kelantan.so,its logicla that i miss it this much.biaq pi la org nak cakap i'm a mek kelantan (whatsoever), i <3 kelate.haha.since when did this post turn into a pro-kelantan one?haha.

alryte, lets run away from this mushy sadsad vibe and lemme end this post with a totally unrelated but jaw-gawkingly true statement :

shopping in europe during the summer sales equals to extreme ecstatic euphoria.haaa,amek hang!

anddddd,im still not over my little not-so-celebrity crush.:D

goodbye blogggie.sorry i'll have to abandon you again; for this weekend, is time for sum strict extended-family qualitytime in kedah pulak!

shooting off to kedah tomorrow morning.toodles!

inilah hasilnya:leme cam + photoshop sukahati -.- tapiiii papa tatapp hemmsemm :D

happy birthday, papa!

my papa is 15 years young (?!) haha but i love him more and more.hes more handsome than evaahhh!!

cuz u know what?i'll never get tired of ur lame jokes and d way u will instinctively move your feet to brake the car whenever i'm driving! (:

although the surprise dinner plan didnt work out as well due to sudden complications, i hope we made you happy~

papa,you're my hero and ALWAYS will be my number 1 man. you're my idol, my strength, my inner courage and everfaithful supporter(esp economically,LOL)

i think i resemble you a lot,and everytime you look at me and say that sometimes i'm exactly like you,i cant help but to feel proud! yeayy!

so,it turned out a pretty planned posh dinner-just turned into makan2 at posh rumah:

-baskin robbins ice cream cake

-modified english bread and butter pudding (i put in nuts instead of sultanas in order to celebrate you!)

and

-peanut butter tart;a first timer's try-but mama said it was okay.so...hurmn.u ate it anyways kan?;p

tie polka dot + baju belang: papa, the new trendsetter.

i was putting on my tudung dat time and we were in a rush,tgok2 he's all dressed up like this.x sampai hati nak tego.heuheu~ bt i'm glad u were so happy with the tie! ^^

my birthday present was a last minute one; but it almost took all day! just a simple polka dot polo tie.SIMPLE? haha.round satu aeon jusco to find the perfect tie. with your old tie in hand,the ONLY one you wear from day to day basis, i went frantic in search of a tie with the same length, width, and resemblance in every inch.sampai all the salesgirls were like '.....apakah?'.haha.ikut pi la depa nak kata apa; 'knapa la budak ni bwak tie berbulu and pi ukuq2,ish peghak betoiii' (okay,dorg x exactly say that,its just my inner conscience x| besides, mai mana plak org melaka cakap slang utaghaaa.pergggh) hahaha.

dahla lepaih tu nak bawak ice cream cake baskin robbin tu bukan maen susah. kakak hak duk juai tu pon buat sombong tuuudiaaaa! ghasa nak lempang sbuteq tapi hati buat besabaq je la demi bli ice cream cake kat papa.dah sampai waktu order siap,nak pi ambik cake,depa kata dry ais habih pulak.aihhh,dekat nak naek angen dah cheq depa habaq lagu tu.dah la x habaq awai2.lpaih tu,cheq tanya bila nak buleh tunggu dry ice,depa kata minggu depan sampai =_____= aduih.skali lagi tangan ni beghasa nak mlayang jaa.tapi takpa.cheq tekad jugak nak bawak cake tuh.masa kita nak cepat laa timbui macam2 masalah.dengan traffic light nya, dengan jamnya, dengan gheta sini sana potong cheq nya...tgok2 cake tu ada cayaq sikit.tapi seb baek papa tak pghasan! hihi.

there you go.satu perenngan kut bahsa utaghaaa in tribute to u papa ^^ terer tak terer tak adik?;p padahal i think da becampur baur dgn loghat kelantan dah ni.hatoiiiii T_T

so finally; exactly at 12 a.m., we sang you and celebrated as a family!walopon sorang tu juz thru skype.lol.

papa,saranghamnida!saenghilchukka hamnida!

faith is a strong word.it means having to believe, or putting your trust into something,with no reservations,no conditions, no proof,nor evidence needed.

faith is what pple reach for when there's nothing left.

faith is the ground you wish to step on when you are drifted away.

and faith is what one holds on to close.like their last breath,or like hanging on to dear life

God works in mysterious ways,and we fail to see that.faith IS a strong word,but FAITH in Allah keeps the blood coursing through my veins till i wake up. Faith in ALLAH is the only strength that keeps me going on day by day, no matter what happens.Faith, that He will protect me,that He will always be close to me,that He will choose the best for me, that the path i was destined to by Him is tread only for me.

Mostly,when we dont get what we WANT, we grumble,complain,ad stumble through.without even stopping to live in the second,and see the beauty of why things happen for a reason.

'Things Happen For a Reason' .

its so cliche,so tacky to some.but to me,these mere five words, make up a sentence that brings on a whole new perspective.

about 3 days back,during lunch with mama,she received a call.She was so absorbed,like with all her other calls,her eyes rounded, her mouth gasped.i wasnt at least feeling surprised as shes always full of expressions.i heard her mention 'accident' in between those gasps and sighs.So my curiosity led me to ask ' sape yang kene accident?staff mama?'

there was a slight pause.with gleaming eyes,ma looked straight at me and said,

'papa'

i swear i couldve dropd to my knees right at that second.but i cant.i have to appear strong.for mama,at least.

right after she said what i most did not expect to hear, there was a call on my phone from an unknown number.i picked up,the voice was familiar.

"adik,papa ni.have you heard the news?'

i was happy.speechless and barely breathing at the same instance.hearing papas voice made me sane again,for a wile.but i was still in a sort of tranz,bcuz all the thoughts,and flashes of possibilities ran into my head.i did not want to think about the worst case scenario.not close.but,humans plan,and God takes control.my strong front,didnt pull of successfully as i try wipe of the tears so ma wont see it.

we spent hours of agony waiting.although he called to say hes okay,there's this possibility,that my father hav not been telling the truth.for fear of us panicking.not letting us know,to keep us safe from worry.papa has always been like that,putting everythg else before him,especially when it comes to family.

a conformation call from my uncle toned down the worry a bit.a bit.i couldnt find serenity again,not without seeing papa again.

alhamdulillah,.alhamdulillah,syukur.at 11-ish,a white vios arrived,a few men came out,his staff i guess.then finally papa stood up,his arm slinged with a tie to his neck.i felt like hugging him,and holding on to him forever never to let go.this was the first time i was in AnE,for reasons of immediate family.alhamdulillah.not a visible scratch,and x-ray only oncovered slight muscle tension in his shoulders.obviously,there had to be some impact from the roaring momentum.and thank Allah,it was minored down to only the impact of the seat belt buckle to his right shoulder.alhamdulillah.

biiznillah,my father survived a motor-vehicle accident and managed to crawl through the little openings and cracks to go out of the car.the 4-wheel drive he drove rocketed 15feet up high to the slope and hit a tree trunk which broke into two.the car then tumbled down from the height,rolling on the slope and finally hit the concrete drain.our fortuner was an immediate wreck,and people who saw the condition of it told us that they cn barely imagine what were to happen to the driver,with the vehicle being dented and glass smashed.

i cant imagine what papa has gone through while he was conscious and awake throughout the whole crash.he said he saw our fortuner heading straight to the hills and could do nothing except express his faith: 'ash ha du alla ila ha ilallah,wa ash ha du anna muhammadarrasulullah.i bear witness that there is no god but Allah,and prophet Muhammad is his rasul(messenger)'

alhamdulillah,syukur ya Allah.i love my father,my role model,my motivator,my jester,..i just cant imagine...i cant even type it down.

note to self, i know i'm not good at expressing or saying things that i feel but i will definitely let all my special angels on earth know how much they mean to me.remind urself to put more 'i love yous' at the end of each call,more 'hellos' and 'how are you' from now on.

definitely,definitely more 'i love yous'.for as long as i live. insyaAllah.

i dunno why,but sumhow;

my inspiration,my motivation,my strength.

my papa.

50 years old,father of two, fighter, yet, the greatest lover and carer.

Raised in a family, where selling kueh and ploughing the paddy field, became his routine,he stilled pulled through tough and rough.he often told me about the days where he had to put plastic over his white school shoes to avoid them from getting dirty when he passes the ‘bendang’ (paddy field) to school.sometimes, he laughes looking at me all consumed with gadgets and all, bcuz back then his entertaiment was a rubber band. it’s amazing to think of what he has gone through.his childhood, his teen years not to mention the times at his university, where he had to hav debt notes with the ‘makcik cafe’.then later, in successfully raising our family. giving us all he can, always putting his needs on hold.and even now in the working environment, he has to go through difficult times, due to the sabotages by some relentless people. i just dont get these people sometimes.why cant you just slet other people achieve the success they deserve, and just be happy for them instead of scheming plans and making up rumours to watch them fall. karma comes around, baby.in the end, u’ll be the one left in tears.

however, its amazing.its bewildering that he knows me more than anyone.it leaves me puzzled when he knows abt evrythg i do,even stuff i’ve never spoke to him of before.well,he gets me.guess its just some paternal intuition.

i just went thru a hell of a week;meeting deadline of assignments and reports, cathcing up with my studies that i think i am truly lagging in, work that continue to pile higher than the himalayan mountains, tests and more tests to come, and IELTS just now, which was miserably horrendous.

mushy as it may seem, after looking at pics of my daddy, and just thinking about him and what he has gone through, gives me strength again.a lot of people comment that i am most like my dad. be it physical features, nor personality.so, i’m hoping,i’ll turn out like him too.insyaAllah.

insyaAllah, i will try my bestest, i will push myself, for the times to come.no will never be an option. i wont stick around to watch myself go down.even when the world falls down,my daddy’ll be there fr me:’)

and now, with strength and my everlasting faith, i, will rise!baby steps dear,baby steps (:

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like whoa!

Where troubles melt like lemon drops.

5.1 années merveilleuses, mon papa, mon héro

F(A)ITH.Alhamdulillah.

and when the world falls down~

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