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oh i hv no idea. it's been a while since i first clicked on that 'new post' but still nothing come out. letting the empty mind watching the empty screen.

so, lets get help from the heart. i can remember reading Yasmin Ahmad's column in HerWorld previous edition. a writing - a story, a poem etc may not necessarily come from the mind of genius. writing may also come from the heart. so i conclude my reading on her writing.

perhaps she's right. i first started writing when my empty mind really needed a fulfilling after suffering from abah's death. so very thankful that the heart has been so kind pouring and pouring whatsoever its sincere expression to keep the mind full and sane again (with the help of many other hearts of course) so that a life can keep going as the mind can also keep working.

the heart.
a lot like a crystal.
beautiful.
inspiring.
and,
fragile!
it needs a care.
because once broken.
so little that u can do.
with that tiny pieces.

heart.
kind or cruel.
i pray for a good heart.
forever strong.
with the help
of another good hearts around.

thank you.

oh the above title! no thanks, heart. just let whoever decide.

so very ordinary me

dowdy dabeduuuuu. dowdy dowdy yes i am. i love surfing tudung and this one i bought few months ago. i tried once i came back home, my sis took the photo convincing me that i looked good but unfortunately the photo was not so convincing and i kept on believing that something is wrong whenever i put on any other tudung than that bawal kind and finally this tudung that i bought few months ago i repeat, just 'rest' nicely in the wardrobe. poor tudung (and any of my baju n tudung that 'being treated' the same way, beli tapi tak pakai). and i forever turn back to my only tudung bawal. sigh.

**can remember 'pengeras'. it was 1997 i guess n it helped to well-shaped the tudung.

yes, this is me. as simple as i always be. baju kurung, tudung bawal. jeans n blouse n tudung bawal. long pant n long sleeve tshirt n tudung bawal. i love to at least try another tudung but never feel comfortable about that. again, something is wrong. sooooo not me. sometimes i feel like i need to dress better, just like those ladies i always see in the magazine, or among friends or people i know. oh they look really nice with that new fashion both baju2 n tudung2. but, having no desire am i? apparently im just comfortable being the way i am. comfortable comes first, right?

thankful that i'm currently working in my environment that requires baju kurung all the time. oh. i work at a school. a school that takes 20mins drive from home. yeay yeay yeay:) yes, located at machang:) i must say that i like the school, and the kids. yes, it's a primary school:) do pray for me ya!

hey, how do i look? sorry that i just love being simple that makes me comfortable (many comfortable i wrote). it's ok kan? please love it too and see me for who i am. i just believe that human beings are beautiful in many ways. praise be to Allah; kitalah sebaik2 kejadian. but we may differ by the way we carry ourselves, and the way we see others. and no matter how people see me, i hope they (and you around me who know n close to me, especially) accept that this is how im comfortable to be, this is just the way i am.

mmm..

lastly, i really want to say this;

thank you Allah, for making me the person i am today.

happy second half everyone!