Bismillah to start.

Salam people ;)

Kita selalu akan bercakap, bercerita, mengadili berdasarkan pengalaman kan? Kalau tak yang diri sendiri punya, kita tengok or dengar orang punya cerita.

Sometimes, I was just wondered kenapa kita kena cerita everything dekat orang. Lain cerita la dengan orang yang memang famous and fans dia keep on stalking of their daily activities. Tapi for someone like me yang takde sape-sape pun nak kesah lu nak buat apa, pergi mana, bila kita keep on updating facebook status like “hari ni I masak ayam masak merah”, Nampak tak relation dia dengan kita duduk dalam bakul, suruh orang angkat. Memalukan kan? Tu tak masuk lagi dengan cara paling innocent upload gambar je, about our daily life, our most cutest picture ever yang lansung tak faham motif ape kasi orang tengok tu, and orang pun puji, ahh, wonderful!

Bagi sape-sape yang bernaluri sama like me, you all mesti dah faham kan? Tak jugak? Okay, lemme give you an example :

Status : hari ni saya tolong mak saya. Saya masak, saya jaga adik, malu saya orang kata   saya dah boleh kahwin. Tengok gambar ni saya uploadkan.

Comment dari rakan-rakan : wah, bertuah sapa dapat awak, dahla cantik. Wah, baik nya awak. Wah! Wah! Wah!

Comment balik : eh mana ada. Janganla cakap macam tu.

Okay, orang macam ni, malas lah nak comment panjang, tapi tula maksudnya sediakan bakul, suruh orang angkat. Market la konon kan. Cuma nak tanya, kenapa tak cakap je, eh saya lah wanita yang lemah lembut, sopan santun. Marilah kahwini saya. Ye, most of orang macam ni adalah perempuan, im not stereotyping, tapi memang macam tu lah.

Dan itulah sebab kenapa saya fikir berhari hari untuk public kan blog ni. Sebab niat asal nak jadi kan diary, kang takut ada statement market, atau nama tak sedap didengar adalah riak.

Pernah dengar ustaz zahazan cakap, it was quoted from one of imam berempat, my bad sebab tak ingat imam mana. Tapi kata imam tersebut, kalau nak tau orang tu riak, senang je, percakapan dia banyak ada tu, ana, li. Waimma I or saya or aku or mak saya or my uncle, sama jela. Logic la kan, even cakap benda biasa biasa mak saya sekolah kat mana, mak saya masak ape, kalau fikir balik, buat apa nak kasi tau orang kan. Mesti la nak orang comment something yg give pleasures kan? -_-”

Baiklah, apa-apa pun, settle niat dulu. 

 Bismillah to publicize. Allah, guide my heart.

Ustaz kata kalau kita dah aware like “eh, riak ke macam ni?kang orang kata riak cemane?” tu tak riak la tu. Hehehe boleh pakai tak. hee

Kamu kawan saya.

Berkawan biar beribu.

So do am I. I have lotsa friends. They are a part of me. I don't think this world can be so wonderful to me without their existence.

People, can I say I am a beautiful, kind, nice, and a great girl? ;p It seems that I am bragging. But do you have ever heard about "people are a reflection of their surroundings". I am actually complimenting them with this quote. I know I am not as great as them, but at least a piece of theirs is still in me. Hehe. Sorry tumpang glamour and ke-best-an you all.


 

These are my primary school friends. Maseh tak cukup ni.

Ismafatini, Malyanah, Fathanah, Atiqah, Latifah. And oh, Jenny is one of them too. Eh Fatini juga. Eh Dhiya juga. Eh Farah juga. Eh ramai lah. *Eh Lofa juga -_-" *

I am close to Tipah the most, since standard 4 I guess. The other 4 were in standard 6.

They are the beautifuls, the brilliants and the creatives, which innovates our relationship lasting so loooonnnnggg.

Name it, air mata, hilai tawa, we have gone everything together.

Straight to the bottom of my heart, they are the people who are sincere in friendship, once friend, it is a forever friend.

I might have neglected them in certain part of my life, but they are just like erasing all of the negative sides, yet treating me on the top of their values.

Thank you friend, I love you all so much!

 

Here is the gambar kelas. Hehe

Berdiri atas kuda dari kanan : sang adi nila baju, nose satria baja hitam(tengok belt la), orang kaya-kaya farona, aimie hadari, syafiqah cantek.

Berdiri tepi kuda dari kanan : camli anak mummy, hanis qilah dan adeknya

Duduk atas kuda : ma' si ketua kelas(due to muka takut-takut duduk sebelah pengetua), na si pengetua, the sneezing PK 1kerm (tengok sepek la)

*baca kuda as in Kelantan dialect*

And these are my secondary school friends. A few are not here.

Don't be fooled with the seriousness here. Hehe

They are the havoc part of me. If you found me to be gila-gila, put the blame on them. They shape my craziness! It was them! Them! They are the laughing gas. They are the shiga toxin, causing the abdominal cramp! Don't get nearer, people!

*salahkan orang pulak, kau tu Syafiqah yang rosakkan orang*

Here, you can imply the "don't judge the book by its cover" pepatah.

Gila-gila is not gila. They are somehow havoc, but when it comes to the future, they really work hard on it. They are professionals-to-be tuuuuuu. Memain!

They are more or less sebulu with me, that I can share my thoughts and feels sejiwa-ly. They are friend-first, caring, trustable and understanding. They are the only people who I can just throw out my feels unmasked, because they are good listeners and thought-givers and supporters. Teenager's life and friends really give a big impact in my memories.

If I travelled back to the form 3 and form 5 times, we used to have sharing session about our feelings and most of us encountered the same probs. I think those probs tie us together sejiwa-ly.

They are the friends that will stain forever, that I won't forget and I don't wanna lose.

p/s : tu tak masuk bab hias kelas and naik moto sama-sama lagi ;)

 

And she is my current pendamping

Wan Fadzleen Ezyani

It started with our SPM 'rezeki', which led us to KMPP. We were sharing about the exactly same situation. Yeah, maybe it was fated so that we can be together. ;)

We shared the upset of being anak tiri to the KPT, we shared the class, we shared the hostel level, and we shared the educational origin (the 'A' thing ;p).

Yet people kept telling that we are seiras. Maybe because we are too close, being together for most of the time, except toilet ;p

Sampai if she or me was alone, people would ask "eh, mana sorang lagi?"

*lain sangat okay. She is too beautiful to be compared to me*

To me, she is my positive drives for everything.

In studies, life, friendship, good values, anything!

And I think we shared the psychic power (haha!), tastes, and instinct what to loved, and what is hatred. In fact, sometimes we were wearing the same colour clothes, unintentionally!

For the thing she might not know, I don't want to lose her. And I pray the best for her.

Whoever hurts her, they hurt me too. If you are intending to hurt her, dare to face me up first, people!

p/s : If I put Nana's picture as well, I do appointed this love to her too!

 

As the title "Berkawan biar beribu", don't say I forget to the others. To Totally Spies, Geng Topi, and all of my friends, I am not forgetting you. It is just too panjang and tak muat. Hehe. But you are as appreciated as those above people. For your love, for your kindness, for your friendship, for your help, for your care, the thank you is not enough. Only Allah will grade and repay your great heart.

 

p/s : kalau syafiqah kawen, you all orang first yang syafiqah ajak. ;p heh gatal!