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20120530

enjoying my semester break.

:P 

^_^ V

wondrous.

full of love.

purifying the heart.

theme songs  --->

Kami Pejuang Keadilan

Kutapakkan langkah dengan pasti
Kubentangkan panji di tiang tertinggi
Tinggalkan rayuan kemewahan dunia
Demi bangkitkan agama dan bangsa

Bergerak maju bak topan menerjang
Runtuhkan tirani yang angkuh menghadang
Turut barisan kami bersama bangun negri
Sambut seruan raih kemenangan

Kami pejuang keadilan
Takkan gentar rintangan menghadang
Selama nyawa dikandung badan
Tak selangkah pun surut ke belakang

Harta jiwa telah direlakan
Hanya Allah menjadi tujuan
Terus menerjang kedzaliman
Karna kami pejuang keadilan

Wahai kalian yang rindu kemenangan
yakinlah
tiada kemenangan tanpa perjuangan
tiada perjuangan tanpa pengorbanan
tiada pengorbanan tanpa iman
tiada iman tanpa kerja nyata
bersegeralah
sambut seruan perjuangan
Allahu Akbar!



Majulah Hai Sahabat-Izzatulislam

Luruskanlah niatmu… Hai sahabat
Membina ummat menggapai hidayah
Tetapkan Langkahmu… Hai sahabat
Tapaki jalan perjuangan -2x-

Dan debu-debu jadi saksi
Peluh dan darah menghias diri
Kan tetap setia pada janji
Hingga kemenangan atau kesyahidan
Kan kau raih... nanti

Tegarlah jiwamu… Hai sahabat
Usah kau ragu dengan janji Rabb-mu
Melaju menderu tanpa jemu
Runtuhkan barisan musuhmu

Makar kedzoliman kian menghujam
Menggoyahkan sendi kebenaran
Bangkitlah wahai para pejuang
Satukan tekadmu hadapi musuhmu
Ayo maju… maju… maju!!

Tetapkanlah langkahmu… hai sahabat
Tapaki jalan perjuangan…




20120506

reflection for perfection, perhaps.

ha. ha. just after i typed the title, i clicked 'enter'. so, it's published without any words! la la.

in the past few weeks, someone asked me, "how to be strong like you?" 

hearing such question forced me to pull a smile. my smile might look sweet, but i just could feel the bitterness. the me inside was saying, "u asked wrong person, dude." i was never that strong though. if i was strong, i would not ignore my friends for trifles that disturbed my emotion. if i was strong, i could hold my madness. actually, my heart was blabbering about tears that moment. =P

next, yesterday, i was in a taxi with the taxi driver, 2 sisters and 1 bro.
"who else there other than Hatim?"
"we don't really know, it's only him that we know from our group.."
"Hatim.. Hatim.. everything Hatim.." 

i pulled a smile. this smile was bittersweet. that Hatim must be very happy, serene in the eye of Allah now. people keep saying his name. for his kindness. for his presence that benefit others. his absence affected the people around him. beneficial. bitter when the thought of what about me? ... i just don't wanna be like world-waste.

by the way, about the strength... we know where to rely on when we feel weak! it's Allah who is Al-Qawiyy~

my train ride last night was terrible. the seat just like usual, couldn't be adjusted the level of your back. but, the fact that train is cold was very wrong last night!! i assumed the air-conditioner was damaged or anything with the same meaning. i was just very tired and need somewhat we call comfort. huh! i felt like screaming. i did kick the seat in front and let the carbon dioxide out from my body through my lips harshly. yet, i was sleeping all along the ride. even the KTM staff (who punched our ticket) woke me up before the train reach my destination. thanks.

got Tere Liye's book. Bidadari-bidadari Syurga. thanks Lala. ^_^

too many people need to be thanked to. Jazakumullahu khair.

the ending of The Last Days of an Artist was very sad. i cried silently over more than one chapter of that book. the tears just flooded my eyeball and forced my eyelid to blink. the salty fluid rolled down on my cheek. non-stop as i read through the final chapters. the story struck my emotion.

now, am reading Bidadari-bidadari Syurga and Hopefulness in the Qur'an. yada. the books i'd bought at KLIBF last year haven't finished yet! XD

oh. i saw Pak Anwar Bakri!! i just couldn't remove my eyes from watching him on the escalator. hah-ha. he's inspiring. poet. that's how my interest about Dawud Wharnsby Ali's pieces grown. ^_^

20120503

splash.

onomatopoeia.

7 reflections to be done.

many ISL should be done.

several events are gonna be held simultaneously. different venue.

Watched drama. heard songs. live.

read 2 novels; Sang Waqiah & Hijab Cinta. read 1 anthology; Segeluk Air Sejambak Bunga.

reading The Last Days of an Artist. i love the word choice. i love the setting of place.i thought i once met the author. but, i think my eyes were wrong. maybe my memory is wrong; remember names wrongly.

counting days for semester break. yet, there are two programs that would grab my homey-time, completely, if i choose to attend them both. i am just willing for it if there's a statement that i'm compulsory to be present for one of them.

breaking. the. dusk. completing. the. dawn.

the. guilt. inside.

i told you, speaking on the phone with my beloved ones very gooooooooooood-o. hu. nevertheless, it always ended without a clear ending. and i don't like the ending.

the reading me is here again. and i'm wandering and gasping and searching for books that match my current mood. am jealous to my dearest sisters who went  to KLIBF on Labour Day~ >.<

i miss books.
books are at home.
 i actually miss home. 

it's amazing that it's been more than one month, near to 2 months i haven't seen ummi, ayah and others family members!! last year, eventho i didn't return, i met them in KL. they came here. T.T

ceh. dear, am i homesick? no! ;p

sheesh. think about the responsibility u're holding in my hands. be happy with it. ^_^ be responsible is what i meant earlier.

The peaceful morning i appreciated before i felt so small.