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!

He is not cool.

He does not own a motorcycle,

To impress girls, that he is so manly. 

He is a shy man,

To which extent that he will not focus to what are you talking about.

He is just the younger version of his father,

As the father is his only closed friend.

He does not desperately need to be a faking cool

As he did not, never smoke at all!

He has no time for his night life,

To get a teenage leisure with his friend.

He is a bookworm yet a nerdy,

Which put his ambition over his love ones.

He does not know how to bloom the girls' heart,

As he directly tell his minds regardless your feels.

He is not cool. But that perception is totally not mine.

For me, he is the COOL-est!

Despite of what people said, he is so manly to me. For me, a motorcycle fanatic guy showers his love to his bike, put his friend and bike world on the top over everything. He might show no response to your words, yet did not know much to be as gentle as Hollywood heroes, but I am grateful enough as he was only gentle and soft-spoken to certain girls only. At least I know I am among the special ones in his eyes ;) 

He was an absolute copy of his father. How he spoke, how he thought, his manner, everything! Old folk, wasn't he? ;p But again I was very grateful as he would not easily be influenced by peers, because for him, the only influential things is his father's words. You may like 'alah orang lain pun macam ni jugak' tapi I don't think orang lain will pronounce sempoi as e for emak ;p yelah kan kawan ngan ayah. Takkan ayah nak cakap sempoi2 lak. Hehe. He will be a goal-oriented, career-oriented, successful, caring, and responsible as his father. That will also explain why he did not glorify his teenager's night life as other men did. The night time is for family and Ibadah. It impressed me a lot! *wink2*. 

Again he has a simple heart, he will expel anything what he was thinking, regardless what I felt. Yeah, sometimes I was like mengada-ngada nak him puji. But if it was not what he felt, gigit jari jelah kau, Syafiqah. Kalau tak cantik tu, memang he cakap tak cantik la. For some reason, I did not mind for his sooooo straight forward words, though most of the time tarik muncung sulking, hehe. Because it was a relieve that he did not have any experience in handling girls. I was the first and I am the last! And also because he was not be trained to be a cheater. He will easily detectable if he was trying to cheat, seriously! And he himself was laughing at his fragile expression, haha! 

He was not hesitantly told me that he will put his career first than me. Yeah, it was proven when he chose to be in Australian course rather than local university, even I merajuk panjang jauh hati. It hurt me at the first shot, but maturity made me thought to be realistic, he made a right decision actually. And he was great not to abandon his ambition by so-called puppy love. And again I was impressed when he strongly and concretely knew his life's plans, without tatch-ing to duniawi persuasion. 

You might say that I was over idol-ing him, I was too blind with love. Anyway, it is just my feels. A feels that I will stitch with unstoppable Du'a that it will last forever, and it was not a faking him. May Allah bless we both.

p/s : I was quite certain with my feels, with my instinct, that it will last forever, insya Allah. Of course it should be stitched with Du'a for Allah's guide. Keep Du'a-ing, Syafiqah!

He is cool!

Syafiqah interprets cool as in not a nowadays worrisome dunia interpretation. So as other girls, I think. So, wake up guys! 

Kacang mencari kulit.

Salam ;)

There will be a symposium on Art of History Taking, held on 11^th and 12^th of March 2011. It is very beneficial to the pre-clinical year student like me to have a session with experience wise Professors. They are Prof. Zabidi Azhar Hussein (oh I am his BIG fan. I can spend whole day listening to his talk, very inspiring yet melting ;p), Prof. Mustapha Embong, and another expert from O&G site. If we are lucky enough, there will be a Scotland people coming, to talk about the challenges to medical profession in UK. There are also hands on, as we will take the patient's history in front of those big people and senior lecturers (at least depan nama mesti ada Assoc. Prof. at least.) from our school. And they will give comments on the spot. Siapa tak nak kan belajar dengan manusia-manusia hebat.

Sadly, it will be done on the first week of our Professional Exam study leave. Err.. people, can u get what I am mumbling about?

It is about my Professional 2 Exam. Say what? Yes, PROFESSIONAL EXAM is just around the corner. Symposium dah tak lama lagi. Bila tu? Oo, Mac, tak lama dah tu. During study week kan? That symposium is just like a gun with many bullets. It is like a reminder for me "Hey Syafiqah, you have a call. A jihad call. In a few weeks time. Are you prepared enough?" Ok, I am shivering, like seriously people. Nak menanges. Seriously.

Symposium is about great doctors with great minds and persuasive attitudes. Again it is like a bullet shooting through my head. It is like, "mereka sudah, anda bila lagi?" I feel like crying. Can I develop a tough-er spirit as theirs? Am I dedicated enough to devote my life to this profession, as they do? Tak payah tanya jauh-jauh, tanya je study dah hebat banyak mana nak jadi macam diorang? T_T

Manusia. Asalnya daripada perkataan arab 'na-si-ya' yang bermaksud lupa. Manusia memang mudah lupa, apatah lagi diselubungi kesenangan dan keselesaan. Bila dah susah macam ini baru nak jadi kacang, cari balik kulit yang hilang. Bila dah susah macam ni baru nak cari Allah, baru nak ambil hati Allah, baru nak kalau dan kalau.

O Allah, please grants my wishes. Do pass me in my Professional 2 Exam. I am a mu'minah doctor to be, to lead an ummah, to bring Islam up to where It should be. Please ya Allah. Amin

 

p/s : Ikhlaskan hati. Bantulah agama Allah. Allah akan membantu sesiapa yang membantu agama Nya. Dan janji Allah itu pasti.

People are wheels.

Salam ;)
People walk roundly in a cycle, like a wheel. A round journey that bring us upward and downward. True. 
But a cycle can also be defined as a path that must be followed, must be rotated, so we will never be deviated from the human rules and natures.

A child must be allowed to explore the dust, the dirt, and let them to be innovative and creative in their world. I admit, some, or almost parents are very protective. They as much as possible try to put their kids in a circle with free of dirt, free of dust. They say no to bacterias. They warn the pain to be away from their kids.

Somehow, being too protective is not pretty good. Dirt and dust may teach them to be a humble person, non arrogant and easy-going people. Bacterias will train their internal army to be sensitive towards future attacks. Through pain, they learn to be brave; they learn how to carefully and maturely make a decision. A hardship during play shapes them to be tough and wise leader later on. Still, a playful environment gives them lots of morals and values to be applied on. They know how to choose good friends, to have an unwavering identity. Anyway, play station and computer games are not included in these healthy child developments. ;p See, how cruel we are to our kids.

A child time knowledge will be brought to their teen's and adult's life. If we were altering their normal pathway that they should went through, what are left for them to be carried out for their future? Can they wisely choose a good friend? Can they build their strong identity? Dangerous isn't it?

Or worsen if the parental pampering were theirs in childhood, completed with unexposed to the normal child development, but they end up without parental guidance in their  teen's age. It is even more dangerous. If anything bad happens, should they be blamed for our faults? Pity those little kids. *sigh*

Hey hey hey, the solution is here. Allah won't leave us without His complete guidance.


Treat the kids as your king, treat your kids as your slaves, treat your kids as your friends. Each corresponds to their certain particular age ranges.


Be as nature as our Rabb creates. ;)

I’m Lily. Please, do not eat me.

Salam ;)

Lily lost her way while plucking flowers in the jungle.

She was going to be eaten by a lion.

Mr. Lion : Rawr! Who are you?

Lily : Err..err..I’m Lily!

Mr. Lion : Hmmm, my dear..

Lily : Please! Please! Do not eat me.

Mr. Lion : I don't care. Come, come my little girl

Please do not eat Lily, Mr. Lion.

Hey, Lily was me in 15 years back! In a school drama, of course ;p

Stepping back to the drama, I was like a doll, talking, but with no feelings at all. While down there, the audiences were laughing to hear what I have said.

Frankly speaking, is it funny? Yeah, maybe I was a kid that did not know what joke is.

But, until now, I do not find it funny to be laugh at. *am I still a doll? ;p*

Am I a Lily? An innocent girl, plucking flower and dancing, lives happily without any problems?

Or  am I a doll? An expressionless creature, with no feelings? or maybe do, but it is hidden that nobody cannot explore?

Naddo Sarip - “sy bangga jd kawan anda...mmg anda arrogant pd pandang mata pertama..but after knowing u, anda sgt la klakar..dgn mimik muke sgala..n cepat lak tuh pickup setiap kata2 lecturer..mantop! baju2 anda pon santeek2..jeles i~! tp tau tak. sy penah puji awk pny keje..tulisan straight gler...mcm gne pembaris gituh..jauh berbeda dgn tulisan sy senget benget nih..:P”

Fatin Aimie – “ tak tahu anda makan apa masa kecik sampai suara anda satu sekolah boleh dengar. dulu masa sekolah jarang tegur. tengok dari jauh je sebab nampak sombong. tapi bila kenal2, fun!. lawak anda boleh buat saya selok suko. sporting tapi tegas. tulisan comel sangat. memang pandai. motto sesuai buat anda, disiplin teras masa depan.”

Farhana Zoom – “1st impression:bekeng. 2nd impression:msih bekeng tp baik. impression skarang:xdo la bekeng mano pn. muko jah wat2 bekeng. baik ati n caring sbnrnyo. suara sgt derah. gegar tlingo. unexpectedly romentik [ngetap bulu]. walopn xseswai ngn muko yg bekeng itu. kreatip espesialy bab2 hias klas. suko lah saen ngn dio. xseko dkt 9 taun doh aku saen ngn mu!!sobs~[tacing tringt memori2 lamo]”

The people senses are created to be sharp in their interpretation, as to those above people. They are true about me that :

I am arrogant look

I am a good observer

I am intuitive

I am easy-going

I love fashion! I love fancies! I love make up!

Unless I still a mask face doll, they missed another parts of me :

My sister said, I am secretive

My love said I am sensitive

My love said I easily get sulked *manja!*

My love said I am naughty ;p

Oh,
I am a time strict. I cannot resist seeing a slow pace person. *termasuklah jalan lambat*

I am perfectionist. I am easily distracted by people’s comments
I am a don't-know-how-to-start person. This may explain why I am so not peers friendly. Set your chord and tempo up, then I will sing lalalala with you ;)
I have a cool-looking face. You may never see my nervousness, as it was concealed deeply.hehe


And the biggest part of me that I want to diminish is : MY EGO

My ego is my biggest enemy T_T

A warm welcome.

salam ;)

hey i'm blogging! that's must not be real! ;p

well, lately i'm just into a writing. oh no. i love to write since i was a kid i guess. novel lah ape lah. but tak istiqamah. selalu half way ;p

or or or maybe i am a big girl now ;) so there must be a lot of things lingering in my mind. until i have to vomit it out a bit so that my brain will not be congested. lol.

or maybe i am a kind of sentimental person *mengaku jela kan* yang love to express myself by writing. shares something by words seems to be better than speak it out sarcastically. someone might hurt.

well, this is a space for me to jot down what i have thought, what i have felt.

my sincere apologize goes to all of you  if these make you guys feels irritated, or terasa hati.

these are my own opinions, opinions from an ordinary girl with lots of weaknesses and fragility. so, there will be  a BIG possibility for me to jump wrongly.

p/s : if someday i am thinking of publishing ♥the.thorny.rose.♥ into the public, this is a dedication to my beloved family, to my MAI, to my friends who are always be in my side in whoever i was, in whoever i am, in whoever i will be. this was secretly written to express my feels which i am unable to do so by mouth ;)