the bus

just like the bus leaving a city
the driver drives towards a destination
where passengers can stop along the journey
from the window
i can see ppl all around the city
unfamiliar faces with different agenda in mind
first impression doesnt count
but it leaves something in memory
even she's wearing black,
doesnt mean dats her fav color
but it says dat she has a black dress
something makes her bought it the other day
sitting in the bus
the conductor comes to me and i show him my ticket
if it's invalid
i might be thrown away
but of coz i've paid
i've prepared enuff money for the ride today
so, i sit still
bcoz ppl dont walk around in the bus
i dont recognise ppl beside or in front of me
i dont know their history
just like they dont know mine
but still, we r in the same bus
waiting to be at places we wanna be
we r under the same belief
dat the driver knows where the path is
he's the leader in our short journey
but we hav the rite to ask him
can u pls add a bit speed?
bcoz i'm in hurry
but a man in front of me insists
dat we shouldnt be speeding
bcoz my need doesnt speak for the majority
i agree
bcoz give and take is wat i believe in
so the driver drives slowly
may b someone should replace him
but if the new driver comes in
he might drive in speed
which more than half of the current passenger would find uneasy
ppl,
different in every inch
God create us with such diversity
so i learn from the one next to me
who's expensive clothes dont say his daily bills
he smiles at me
and i smile back politely
but, no!
i'm not into lovey-dovey kinda thing
i look over the window
realising my stop is coming
it's a rule
to ring the bell b4 the stop
bcoz the driver need to be ready
to know dat someone is about to leave
goodbye driver!
thank you driver!
as slow as u hav been
i've survived it
the bus left me already
just like the bus left the city
i'm nothing but a small part of it's daily routine

tekatekidotcom

[TekaTekiDotCom]

Can anyone tell me where these words come from?

ult li albi bissaraha
hayya nab'idil karaha
syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma
ba' ideena anil fattana

to be continued.........................................

Tick Tock

[Tick Tock Tick Tock]

Tick Tock
Tick Tock

so, they tell me time's running out
i'm fully aware of it
my homework's list seems longer than usual
i paste them all on the wall
so every morning i wake up with a purpose
n this mornig i woke up for a shopping
hmm..smart move?
i bet
now, it's late evening
n all i'm doing is updating my blog
hmm..smart move?
i bet

Tick Tock
Tick Tock

come on, gal
get started with the homework
i turn back to search my books
all i see is my laundry
saying 'hi' and 'kemas me'
looking still
my view stretched the whole room
hmm..how messy
lets do some kemas-ing
i start with my blanket
and there i found some shopping bags
hmm..i bought some clothes this morning
lets try them on!

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
cant u hear me?
shout the clock

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
dont u remember?
ur promise to the family?

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
dont u learn?
Al-Asr
"Demi Masa"

'A woman's heart is an ocean of deep secrets'

[A woman's heart is an ocean of deep secrets]

this entry is soo irrelevent bcoz of some unknown reason..confuse??me too..hehehee..

MY blog??..
some ppl advise me to b careful with my blog..
some ppl advise me to write useful stuff only..
some ppl advise me to write about my life so we'll still be in touch..
some ppl advise me to write my thoughts..
some ppl advise me to put my picture..
some ppl advise me to change my template..
some ppl advise me to update it regularly..
and the list can go on till i sacrifice my good-nite-sleep..

the thing is..overall,

'A woman's heart is an ocean of deep secrets'

u may b advicing me everything u want, but

who would know wat's in a gal's heart..
even when she's your bestfren whom u spend the days hanging out together and spend the nite talking of watever..
and how odd it seems for us to fail to see her problems and all the calling signs..
and sometimes, we just think all ppl rite in front of us dont understand wat lies in our fragile heart..
and there r times, when we wanna be completely alone, and at the same time wanting our frens to wait at the end of the road..
and most of the time, we called the ones far2 away to listen to our heart-wrencing life without wanting to hurt the one surrounds us..
i bet, complication is one of human's special talents, aye?

it's holiday once again..
unlike b4, i'm not excited about going places and hav fun and jalan2..
becoz unlike b4, i'm now trying to take a mighty deep breath and relax watever wobbles and maddens during the last few months..
it's been too tough 4 me 4 watever reason it brings..


Dear frens,
i owe u guys big time!it's just sometimes, words+feeling+me dont make a good team..

Dear frens,
if u think this thing is easy for me, i hope u r in 97% confidence interval becoz all i hav is 51%

Dear frens,
u may go asking urself 'ape saje la minah sorang nie?'
hmm..the thing is, i wish i can tell u wat bcoz me pon tgh penin..
and perhaps, i'm hoping u can tell me

Qs

[Qs]

..when homework n assignments are driving us crazee.. n this hectic life seems crowded with unwanted stuff and unwelcomed hurdles, we tend to seek solace in everyway we know..and sometimes we tend to doubt our own ability..

the "why's" and "if's" linger in the head, thinking all the possibilities that might occur if we turned right instead of left..wat happen if we decided on B instead of A..wat could happen if i didnt say that to him/her..perhaps these Qs will drive us crazier than b4..perhaps we are already tired of the "why's", "if's" and "maybe's"..

as normal human being, we always hav Qs in our mind..and seeing others doing some new things may bring curiousities..for me, dats how we learn about life as we dont hav all the time we want to experience every single thing..

being in this foreign land for about 2 yrs now, i've came across weird stuffn Qs dat i never imagined, especially regarding my hijab..

when all the ppl in this world are talking about september eleven and 'islamic terrorists', it is a wonder for me why some ppl asked me why i am wearing hijab..they thought it is bcoz of my culture, not my religion..some ppl thought i am an arab gal just bcoz i'm wearing hijab..and a gal asked me once, why i'm wearing blue hijab yesterday and grey today..

i never thought such Qs in my life..even my preparatory program did not prepare me for that..when they were told dat as a muslim we need to cover parts of our body, i hav such a hard time to explain the aurat..mainy bcoz, i was wearing my fav 3-quater shirt..

looking and reflecting back,

i am thankful to hav such experiences.. it makes me think and double check myself..why i do dat n and why i dont??why i can narrate all the theory but failed miserably in practicallity??why i can score A1 in my SPM for agama subject but a sound pass now??why i can recite Al-Quran everyday when i was in my boarding skol, but once-a-while when i was here??how come i can wear decent clothes throughout my skol years but not now??

if i do all that now, will it me a changed person when all my x-skolmates know dat we've done dat together in high skol??

looking and reflecting back,
is it the non-Muslim's fault dat they are sooo confused about us??

looking and reflecting back,
hav i changed just becoz i said the truth??

looking and reflecting back,
is it wrong to do wat's right??

looking and reflecting back,
where are we standing now??

looking and planning for future,
where are we heading next??


Me??
when the history haunts my living
or when the challenge is at its hardest hit,
they make a reason for a pain,
and if i falter
and if i stumble
let me fall..
becoz surely i shall arise
becoz by then,
i know wats i'm facing against



[good gal dont cry..much]

[sing me a song]

[Sing me a Song]

Di sini kita pernah bertemu
Mencari warna seindah pelangi
Ketika kau menghulurkan tanganmu
Membawaku ke daerah yang baru
Dan hidupku kini ceria

Kini dengarkanlah
Dendangan lagu tanda ingatanku
Kepadamu teman
Agar ikatan ukhuwwah kan bersimpul padu
Kenangan bersamamu Takkanku lupa
Walau badai datang melanda
Walau bercerai jasad dan nyawa

Mengapa kita ditemukan
Dan akhirnya kita dipisahkan
Mungkinkah menguji kesetiaan
Kejujuran dan kemanisan iman
Tuhan berikan daku kekuatan

Mungkinkah kita terlupa
Tuhan ada janji-Nya
Bertemu berpisah kita
Ada rahmat dan kasih-Nya
Andai ini ujian
Terangilah kamar kesabaran
Pergilah gelita hadirlah cahaya

{good girl dont cry..much}

my, my..

[My, My]

You Are Soo Open Minded That Your Brain Fell Out
You Are Soo Out Spoken That It Hurts What's Fragile Inside
And Yet, You Are My Friend

How complicated is that?
Sabar je la, awak..