safe journey

dearest kakshu & kakN the mentor,

 

bon voyage

 

INSYA ALLAH selamat pergi dan balik akak sekalian !!!

maaf sangats tak dapat nak hantar anda berdua kat airport, hu

kalau hantar pun nanti ada jemaah DQ ,  sebab cemburu tak dapat naik flight bersama.

mateila kawan kawan kaki cemburu

dah tiba kat sana sila update kami selalu dengan aktiviti aktiviti uol, sekecil kecil perbuatan pun nak update kat status FB, TAKPE KAMI TAK BAJET KALIAN KETWAT.

walaupun dikerumuni perasaan cemburu tak dapat bercoti bersama ke situ, kami yang HADO ni nak berkongsi dari jauh sajor dan berharap dari updates kalian , tau lah yang kalian selamat

sila baca dengan nada ikhlas sebab ai tak berniat sarkastik ni, tahu

 

INSYA ALLAH, jika ada rezeki mungkin kita boleh rancang panggilan Kaabah berjemaah kah?

terus mulut pun berpuasa, dan hanya tangan berkata kata ; di Tanah Haram kisahnya.

boleh lah kita semua pose pose jodi sajor
anyway ini bukan entry berangan, tapi lebih kepada pesanan

walau jauh beribu batu, di sebalik hati yang cemburu, ai mendoakan enjoy and safe trip uol

souvenir jangan buat buat dilupakan

ai rekues nak souvenirs from Swiss jah ley? tak ke tercampak akak membaca nih kan? demand pulak kau dian

baiklah, hajat di hati awalnya nak buat sweet and short notice je, tau tau panjang berjela 100 patah perkataan dah ni

 

maka, akhirul kalam, souvenirs dari Swiss tau?

ops

cakap sambil pekup mulut

 

MEKASEI

 

with love and prayers,

 

dwq

 

 

dare to dream

it’s been so long i know.

here’s an excerpt i took from somebody’s FB wall, which she actually had taken from paulo coelho’s blog, for us all to read and gain benefit from

i’ll speak more about this if i have the time

tell me about your dreams and i’ll share mine

till then take care ladies

KILLING OUR DREAMS

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons

Words from Petrus to me during The pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela

regards

dwq