most things are better and easier to be done earlier

most things are better and easier to be done earlier, but most people choose not to.

dirty dishes, for examples. you can either wash it straight away and avoid any unpleasant smells or tough stains that might be there over time. imagine the dishes are left until mould starts to appear.

another example that i'm sure most of us can identify with is our work, whether it's paper work or homework, or occupational work. leaving them to the last minute results in half-hearted works and imperfections in every aspects. not to mention the lack of sleep that oftenly accompany last-minute works, AKA the-work-that-is-done-on-the-day-before-the-deadline.

or our 5 times obligatory prayers. we do it early, we get more time to perform it properly, we get larger "pahala", and longer period of feeling at ease after doing our duty. but we tend to procrastinate till the the very end of the prayer time. sometimes even exceeds the time just to do other works, or sleep for that matter.


Hakikat agung disebalik surah Al-Asr:

وَالْعَصْرِ
إِنَّ الْإِنسَانَ لَفِي خُسْرٍ
إِلَّا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالْحَقِّ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالصَّبْرِ

1. Demi Masa!
2. Sesungguhnya manusia itu dalam kerugian;
3. Kecuali orang-orang yang beriman dan beramal soleh dan mereka pula berpesan-pesan dengan kebenaran serta berpesan-pesan dengan sabar.



biarpun selanjut mana waktu pada seluruh zaman dan sepanjang mana kelangsungan hidup manusia pada semua masa, namun di sana hanya ada satu cara dan satu jalan hidup sahaja yang membawa keuntungan dan keselamatan. Itulah cara hidup yang telah dijelaskan sempadan-sempadan dan batu-batu tandanya dalam surah ini. Selain cara hidup ini adalah sia-sia dan rugi belaka. Wallahu'alam. (dipetik dari Tafsir Fi Zilalil Quran)

how ungrateful we are

Oh, how easy it is to overlook the mountains of goodness God gave us, and to clearly see the few hardships and trials from Him. Ya Allah, make me a thankful servant.

there are 2 things worth remembering; the good deeds people do to you, and the bad things you do to people. And 2 things that ought not be brought up; the bad things people do to you, and the good deeds you do to others.

in numerous occasions we forgot to remember and praise ALLAH, if only once ALLAH "forgets" to provide us the air to breathe from, what would happen to us?

in the state of happiness, measure how grateful you are to Allah, while in grief, be wary of your forgetfulness.

c'est la vie

If only all it takes is to pop a pill

to pump myself with a powerful will

moving about, not just standing still

come what may, I'll face it with thrills

to see the world as simple as I saw it

to feel safe and happy and not full of "watch it"s

to obtain bliss and keep on having it

then I should, and I will pop it

but as days pass and time goes by

facing new stuffs as they come by

forced to greet the old ones with goodbyes

and learn to embrace it, or i'll won't get by

if I doze off in this lullaby

I will run out of time to amend loose ties

"when the going gets tough, the tough gets going"

The Park Bench

Found 2 poems with the same title... so i figured is should just put both. then i changed my mind after reading them both, think i'll just put 1 in. the second's too dark and gory, i don't want people to get wrong impressions bout me :D

Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the first time
That weed-toting boy could not see he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Pie @ BLR (Burley Lodge Road)

SATURDAY: played volleyball at the Manchester game by MSSM (Malaysian Student's Society of Manchester). Got 2nd place. ^_^ we were very happy coz we didnt expect to come home with anything~ lol. we played for fun during the weekends only. no serious training (at least not on my part).

Us: before the game

Us: during the game

Us: after the game.

P/S: snatched the picture from remy's facebook. :P

SUNDAY: buat Pie... ade2, apple n pineapple. 1st time try. hehe. from a random recipe from the internet. it's not that hard. as long as there's some experience with flour based foods to know the right consistency for the dough. Thanks to qawiy :), i just helped him to make it...

There's the picture of my very own mixer... looks like Kenwood Chef?

And these are the pies ready to be cooked~

And lastly, the cooked and cut apple pie~

very nice things to do the weekend after handing in the SSC essay draft. :)