Sentimental pagi derrr

Assalamualaikum .

Good morning , beautiful sunshine , pretty me ^^

PSPM is just around the corner yawww , omg omg omg !

Haishhh sedar tak sedar dah nak habis matriks aku ni , rase macam baru semalam sangkut dalam jammed nak masuk daftar matriks alahaiiiiii kenangan . Will miss everything here man , jatuh bangun aku , sedih gembira aku , semua ada , dari betrayal ,friendship selfishness ,sampailah ke LOVE . lol saje menggelabah buat love tu uppercase takde function pun actually , haha .Thanks to all lovely people neither the UN-lovely people who had come into my life , you guys were once part of life that i will inshaallah never erased the memory of us :) 

Past

Assalamualaikum ...
well it is been awhile i havent updated my blog , tuntutan sebagai pelajar kenalah faham kan .
if you guys do notice before i had post things yg ada kena mengena dengan this one "beardo" guy right ? well now its already been a history . :)
Cinta datang cinta pergi i bet , hahahaha .

Apabila cinta kepada seseorang
melebihi cinta kepada yang Satu ,
hati yang lincah kan menjadi kaku,
mata yang celik menjadi buta ,
yang terang menjadi gelap gelita ,
cinta pertama ,
cinta didusta ,
mainan syaitan , mainan dunia ,

Aku alpa ,
dek indahnya perhubungan dunia ,
yang didorong nafsu tamakkan kasih-sayang ,
kasih ibu ,
kasih ayah ,
kasih keluarga ,
aku lupa ,
aku tamak ,
hatiku buta ,

Penyesalan tidak sekali ,
segala yang berlaku atas kehendakNya ,
pengalaman kujadikan kekuatan ,
KepadaMu ku memohon pertolongan ,
KepadaMu ku memohon keampunan ,
Jauhkanlah diriku dari mencintai sesuatu melibihi cintaku padamu .

#jikaDiaJodohku

bapak ah cheezy sungguh . Sendiri goosebumps . haha

With just Solat ;' )

"My name is Cassie, I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse this year and was given my first position as a home nurse.

My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80s who suffered from Alzheimer’s. In the first meeting, the patient was given his record and from it I could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was a Muslim.

I knew from this that I would need to take into account some modes of treatment that may go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’ meat to cook for him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol in the premises as I did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.

My patient was in a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my colleagues could not understand why I was going through so much effort for him. But I understood that a person who commits to a faith deserves that commitment to be respected, even if they are not in a position to understand.

Anyway after a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some patterns of movement.

At first I thought it was some copied motions he’s seen someone doing, but I saw him repeat the movement at particular time; morning, afternoon, evening.

The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head to the ground. I could not understand it. He was also repeating sentences in another language, I couldn’t figure out what language it was as his speech was slurred but I know the same verses were repeated daily.

Also there was something strange, he didnt allow me to feed him with my left hand (I am left-handed).

Somehow I knew this linked to his religion but didn’t know how.

One of my colleagues told me about paltalk as a place for debates and discussions and as I did not know any Muslims except for my patient I thought it would be good to speak to someone live and ask questions. I went on the Islam section and entered the room ‘True Message’.

Here I asked questions regarding the repeated movements and was told that these were the actions of prayer. I did not really believe it until someone posted a link of the Islamic prayer on youtube.

I was shocked.

A man who has lost all memory of his children, of his occupation, and could barely eat and drink was able to remember not only actions of prayer but verses that were in another language.

This was nothing short of incredible and I knew that this man was devout in his faith, which made me want to learn more in order to care for him the best I could.

I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link to read the translation of the Quran and listen to it.

The chapter of the ‘Bee’ gave me chills and I repeated it several times a day.

I saved a recording of the Quran on my iPod and gave it to my patient to listen to, he was smiling and crying, and in reading the translation I could see why.

I applied what I gained from paltalk to care for my patient but gradually found myself coming to the room to find answers for myself.

I never really took the time to look at my life; I never knew my father, my mother died when I was 3, me and my brother were raised by our grandparents who died 4 years ago, so now its just the two of us.

But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy, content.

It was only after spending time with my patient that felt like I was missing something. I was missing that sense of peace and tranquility my patient, even through suffering felt.

I wanted that sense of belonging and a part of something that he felt, even with no one around him.

I was given a list of mosques in my area by a lady on paltalk and went down to visit one. I watched the prayer and could not hold back my tears.

I felt drawn to the mosque every day and the imam and his wife would give me books and tapes and welcome any questions I had.

Every question I asked at the mosque and on paltalk was answered with such clarity and depth that could do nothing but accept them.

I have never practiced a faith but always believed that there was a God; I just did not know how to worship Him.

One evening I came on paltalk and one of the speakers on the mic addressed me. He asked me if I have any questions, I said no. He asked if I was happy with the answers I was given, I said yes.

He asked then what was stopping me accepting Islam, I could not answer.

I went to the mosque to watch the dawn prayer. The imam asked me the same question, I could not answer.

I then went to tend to my patient, I was feeding him and as I looked in his eyes I just realized, he was brought to me for a reason and the only thing stopping me from accepting was fear…. not fear in the sense of something bad, but fear of accepting something good, and thinking that I was not worthy like this man.

That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam if I could say my declaration of faith, the Shahadah.

لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله (lā ʾilāha ʾillà l-Lāh, Muḥammadun rasūlu l-Lāh)

There is no god except Allah, Muhammad is Allah’s messenger.

He helped me through it and guided me through what I would need to do next.

I cannot explain the feeling I felt when I said it.

It was like someone woke me up from sleep and sees everything more clearly.

The feeling was overwhelming joy, clarity and most of all…. peace.

The first person I told was not my brother but my patient.
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I went to him, and before I even opened my mouth he cried and smiled at me.

I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.

I came home logged on to paltalk and repeated the shahadah for the room.

They all helped me so much and even though I had never seen a single one of them, they felt closer to me than my own brother.

I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he wasn’t happy, he supported me and said he would be there, I couldn’t ask for any more.

After my first week as a Muslim my patient passed away in his sleep while I was caring for him. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon.

He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him.

He was like the father I never had and he was my doorway to Islam.

From the day of my Shahadah to this very day and for every day for as long as I live, I will pray that Allah shows mercy on him and grant him every good deed I perform in the tenfold.

I loved him for the sake of Allah and I pray each night to become an atoms weight of the Muslim he was.

Islam is a religion with an open door; it is there for those who want to enter it…. Verily Allah is the Most Merciful, Most Kind. “

* note * Our sister Cassie passed away October 2010 Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon, after she gave da’wa to her brother, who had accepted Islam Alhamdulillah [not a hadith]


// copy paste from Tumblr (NOT MINE)
// goes to show.. action speaks louder than words

Science Computer Blogging Activityehhhhh :D

Well Assalamualaikum fellas's . Ups just came out with the results . Good or not the results is just kayu ukur for us to measure our usaha , how many magnitude of usaha we already give , well me i know lah my usaha is like not so cukup kan . While you guys reading this post just to mention that this post was written in my awesome Science computer Practical class . My lecturer pergi menunaikan ibadah haji if i not mistaken so she's been replaced by this cantik molek Puan in da housee . Her name was rahsiaaa la deyy :D
Everybodeyhhh was busy creating and posting their blog and entry . some already have their own , and some just create it in this class, and also there's some that stil can't picture what blogging is all about . Is it somekind of diary ? Is it a place for you to kutuk-kutuk ? or is it a place for you to konon bermadah pujangga so on and so forth . All the questions was mingling in everybody's head right now .Haha well theres nothing i can say other than Goodluck guys . hahaha :D

I saw you ,

You saw me ,

I noticed you and

You might probably notice me too , 

We bumped once , twice and thrice ,

A day , 

A hmmmm quite 'sesuatu' day ,

A day di mana like every hour we terserempak ,

We masing-masing campak awkward smile *IKnowItIsAwkwardsmile

oh whatever , The day after ,

You added me on Wechat . 

Seriously talk man i take like half an hour screaming excitedly ,

I've been keeping mentioning you on the day before ,

I said I liked You ,

I said I liked your look ,

I said I liked your Beard ,

I said i liked your style so on and so forth .

And my friends was like what's up with the jambang wehh ??

And i was like "entah aku just tends to like this jambang guy" , 

answered her dengan penuh sempoi and yakin 

Weirdo huhh ?? let me be .

Since that we getting closer and closer ,

1st met , 2nd outing , 3rd can't-describe-it-by-words-event,

From the 'like' feeling it change slightly to a lil bit 'sayang' feeling ,

You slow , I zero . 

Now  I just go with the flow ,

Because that what i always do so .

Am totally appreciate this feeling , thanks M.I.S.S <3 

Kolek Matrikulasi Perak , KMPk

Assalamualaikum girls and guys , thanks for coming to my blog and willing to read my entry . After the secondary , after the SPM here i wanna share my journey with you all . Alhamdulillah eventhough my SPM results hanya cukup-cukup makan kata kau but Allah still give me the opportunity to continue my study . I got an offer from UiTM but i rejected it because they offer me the course that i never imagine and dreaming about before , not even once , never . But alhamdulillah he gives me the alternative way, the matriculation center . :)  So here now i am in Kolej Matrikulasi Perak as known as KMPk here . Been knowledge as PST module II students who major in physics and insyaallah future engineer in mechatronic field. Here i wanna share my experiences here . For the future matriculation center student please note what am i gonna tell you because i only tell you the truth based on what i've been experienced here . Well it is not that bad but still there is few lack here and there .1st important tips is PLEASE DO COME EARLY ON THE REGISTRATION DAY , you would never want to imagine how is the traffic is . Only god know how fatigue we are just by waiting most of the hours in the car .Haha k ain't no fun at all . On the registration day all you have to keep in mind that all the registration things will be done on you own . No parent interfere are allow . As in my case i came late on the registration day , as the result i don't have any room . Then we been transit to the fellow's house . At first it is quite messy here and there , but in that messiness we all in the house had build a relationship , a ukhuwah that insyaallah will cannot be untie by anyone except Allah swt .Okay the orientation week  ; PLEASE do not expect much . Here in matriculation center there wont be any fascinating event , it all just things related to academic and so on . Am not trying to make you guys fear or something it is just this is the true picture that i experienced on my own  . In matriculation center all things is done fast what i mean here is the syllabus , the period and so on . Therefore the right time management is really necessary to be done . To all the students who never go to the boarding school , nevermind you are in the same boat as mine . It is necessary for you to practic you interpersonal skill here , make friends , and have courage to voice out your opinion . This all will help you to cope in the matriculation way style of life , For the orientation week please do wait for the video at the end of the week . Its been done by the AJKO , the alumni comittee of KMPk . It is the most cool ever . Maybe lahh . Prepare your mental and physical before coming here , you wont know what might waiting for you here right ?? set up your Niat , focus on what you're doing , insyaallah Allah will always by your side . k Assalamualaikum , salam sejahtera dan salam PERAK AMAN JAYA :)))))) 

OMG ! been PROPOSED ??

Hello fellow , SPM dah settle , school uniform dah tak perlu cium lagi , kasut sekolah dah tak perlu basuh dan yang penting no more everyday HOMEWORK :) . Currently i've been working with my kakak saudara at "Each A Cup" kiosk in NILAI UNIVERSITY . Which it is an international university something so there i've been practicing my english . seriously mula-mula rasa takut gila nak converse dalam english sampai time fisrt time kerja then I kena tinggal sorang-sorang customer datang dia nak beli Hot chocolate kut tak silap I , I punye lah panic sampai tak bercakap then after lame sikit tuh I cakap kat die yang I baru kerja and i just dont know how to make hot chocolate yet , what a shame are'nt I ? haha . tapi tu takpe lagi , recently lagi lah tak boleh blah , I've been proposed !! haha . cerita die cenggini ada satu mamat ni , die kinda like an African man kut . die datang nak beli i tapi die use tactic like "hmm , miss why dont u help me pick one drink , just anything but u pick it for me ." katanye lah kan . Then I dont know what to choose and I just randomly chose one of my favourite drink which is a Strawberry sunrise . while im making his drink die berbual lah dengan kakak saudara I , tanye Umur I berapa , then my kakak said Im only 8teen . then the guy suddenly kata what seriously ? she looks mature than her age , lepastu yang tak boleh blah katanya maybe she looks old because she it a lot of chicken . I dah macam " what the hell ?! " gituh then i gve him a sligth glance gituh . kemudian dia kata kat kakak saudara I , "tell her tell her i want to marry her , she's beautiful , tell her i want to marry her " haha . I dengan kakak I dah gelak bagai nak gila dah time tuh .sumpah kelakar . sebab the one who really a lot of chicken is my kakak while im more into fish . tapi sngat random that guy . Dah la nak ajak I kahwin tapi pergi bantai cakap i eat a lot of chicken . MEMANG TAK AH ! :D tapi semua ni pengalaman . malam-malam takde erja main pool dengan budak-budak Uni yang lain . terasa macam tak percaya dah habis sekolah . tapi the real world still waiting for me .hwaiting ! :) 

p/s : OH btw kelab JOHOR DARUL TAKZIM dah macam kelab pemain Malaysia dah . Semua pemain Malaysia bantai masuk Johor , and it is all about money . Nak salahkan dorang pun tak boleh jugak sebab dorang jugak yang kene bagi anak bini dorang makan kan .