Cecelia Ahern Meets Sudokui remembered borrowing queeny a book by Cecelia Ahern.
after one book, i borrowed her another book.
also by Cecelia Ahern.
and then i borrowed farhah's book PS I Love You again just to realise that i've already read that book for three times.
the thing is i have the shortest memory -_-'
so i don't really remember the story's title.
i only remember how the story goes.
which is nonsense, i mean if you could actually memorise all the story plot,
you could actually remember what title the story is.
but that's just who i am :)
forgetful -__-'
from the beginning of the year, zaki has been recommending me to buy this 'one' book.
also by Cecelia Ahern.
unfortunately i haven't had the time to check it out and didn't had the money.
had the money but spent it on something else.
everything just mess up, errgh a long story -__-'
long to short, last month us family went to MPH cause izzat wants to buy his weekly d-mag something something [ can't be bother about it :P ], so i tagged along to buy a book too.
well ended up 2 BOOKS actually :P
don't asked what happen to this picture.
yes, i perfectly ruined a perfect picture. tsk, its not really a perfect picture to start with anyway :|
well it was 20% off, even though it wasn't the hard cover version.
i still enjoyed reading it anyway.
though i don't really like her style of writing for 'The Gift'.
sorry zaki :/
i guess this is what i always do to pass my time.
did you know how boring it is to go to Banks and all ?
i hate going to that kind of place.
everybody looks so suspicious and creepy -__-'
i never want to pay at atm anymore.
though, the safety of online banking needs to be taken care too. sigh +_+
and is there such a thing called a travelling sudoku computer ?
if there is, i want to buy it :D
cause it's annoying that you have to buy loads and loads of sudoku books -_-'
M&M hasn't published the volume 13th.
i have finished the volume 12th.
sheesh, why are you in this picture as well grumpy -__-'
anyway, back to my point.
i need to find new sudoku books or a small electronic sudoku.
if it exists, that is.
oh MY GUCCI.
it's already 4:45 am.
sheesh,
i need to kick this bad habit of mine :|
again, tomorrow will be a boring day :|
eh jap, 18th December Awal Muharam kan ? :D heee *smilling sheepishly*
i need to get ready with my speech to persuade my parents to meet up with jojot X)
i miss you jojot ! :D
ps; - FEES; CHECKED. done paid.
BIMB ACCOUNT; CHECKED. done creating one.
now, what else do i need to do ? :/
-my phone hasn't been ringing for quite some time.
this is bad :/
-i'm not a bad friend, i'm not. really.
its just desperate situations calls for desperate measures.
once you're bad to me, it's normal for humans to get back :)
its just that, i do it involunteerly.
tsk
there are no boundaries
FASYA
xoxo
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Thursday, December 10, 2009 4:11 AM Posted by — Fasya Ibrahim.
A Letter from Somewhere To Nowhere 1#Dear Stranger,
it's probably because you don't know me. i don't know you much either.
we don't go to the same school. we don't live in the same neighborhood, i think.
but i've seen you quite a few times. we took the same train everyday.
i'm not sure if you notice me.
to be honest with you, i don't even know why i'm writing this.
i don't expect for any returns or reply, for i'm not even sure i'm going to send this to you.
i might even let you walk away like i did yesterday.
i watched from movies that we shouldn't let go of good opportunities or chances.
i know, i'm childish right?
but i do hope that i could talk to you in person.
but wouldn't it be weird? to talk to a person you don't even know. i don't want you to misunderstood my intention of trying to be friends.
i don't want you to run away from me. not now.
might as well just stick to the way it is now. it's much better this way.
well, it's funny. cause when i see your face, i always think of you as a person that is easy to talk to. are you?
it's not nice to judge a person from their looks. but i do think that you are a good person.
um, hope to see you again.
and nice to meet you. even if only in this paper.
*chuckles* goodbye, stranger.
:)
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009 3:12 AM Posted by — Fasya Ibrahim.
taggy by nuha :) , another episode of my life 1, Younha1) Apakah nama blog anda sekarang dan kenapa anda memilih nama itu?
FASYA'S MAGNANIMITY,
it means high-mindedness or noble or generosity
my generosity to even write the blog, haha
2) Apakah link blog anda sekarang dan bagaimana boleh timbul idea untuk menamakannya seperti itu?
http://fasyaoekaki.blogspot.com
fasya is my nickname, and oekaki is a japanese word for online drawing boards that allow people to draw online and post their art work through an applet ( online program ).
you see how it reflects this blog? lol
3) Apakah 'method' penulisan dalam blog anda?
well, i like to express alot, so most of the time i elaborate ALOT haha
and i love writing about other ppl rather than my own story,
just want to show off who has been inspired me haha :P
4) Pernah terasa nak hapuskan blog anda? Sebabnya?
nah, there's no reason to tear it down, and there's also no reason for me not to tear it down.
haha its a yes and no situation, you know what i mean?
5) Apakah pendapat anda mengenai blog kepada pemilik blog yang tag anda ni?
she's an amazing writer, i swear! :D
reading her blog is like a must, haha
she has this crazy weird way of expressing herself which made me giggle :)
6) 5 orang seterusnya untuk ditag?
; atok :P
; najwa
; syda
; kak huda :)
; kak tati.
TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS
FOR ONE HOUR
ON 28TH OF MARCH
AT 8:30PM TILL 9:30 PM
LETS DO OUR PART IN EARTH HOURi opened my eyes, a blurry image of my room becomes clearer and clearer. i checked my phone, its 6 o'clock. i only get 3 hours of sleep. something's not right. felt too scared to sleep again. probably because of the dream that i had. it was too sad that it scares me to be awake. or maybe it was just the alarm that woke me up. i sat on my side of the bed and flashbacks of what i had yesterday. at that moment i think i was gonna get all teary again. i stood up and went to the master bedroom. only daddy could be seen.
daddy: good morning.
as usual, nothing change. except me. from time to time, i won't be here.
daddy: yes? is there something you want to say?
always with a smile on his face, yet he is not the type of person that can easily be read. his eyes were red. something in common, we both didn't get enough sleep. i wouldn't be surprised he ask me that way, it's not me to be so early and went straight to his room.
they're right. a mother could be better in every single thing a man could do, but one thing for sure, a man is amazing when they have that power, called A FATHER.
sad i can't say the same thing for some fathers out there.
"nothing. good morning daddy"
i cleaned myself up and pray to God to ease my pain and my troubled heart. i felt calm.... for a little while. i predicted something is bound to happen.
daddy:" here, check it out. IMU is in there. just see which you are interested. come and talk to me ok."
i took the STarspecial paper from him. no wonder i couldn't find it yesterday. i read it on the spot eventhough daddy had gone to get ready for work. i read thoroughly. taylors, icu, mahsa, even the universities that nuha wrote on her blog. IMU...IMU.. "realising students' dreams "...
my dream?
and i saw music, commucation and media.
along: " well you're early to be reading paper "
" daddy talked about IMU."
along: " oh yeah, a tough place. pernah offer, tpi xnk terima. along x rajin. plus you won't have a life. "
i think i read the whole paper for 6 times. maybe thats why i went all teary. my eyes were still hurt because of not enough sleep. or was that the reason?
for the first time... i was scared.. that i couldn't live to my parents expectation. daddy's expectation.. maybe.. maybe mama was right... maybe i'm just trying to continue something daddy loved. not what i want.. but i know i want them to be proud... for who i am..
but who i am is not what they want, its who they want me to be... and i just can't be...
thats why i'm scared.. haha...
i layed on the floor and stared at the ceiling leaving the paper rite next to me. my mind just keeps on working and working. thousands of puzzles were in my heads, pictures and memories... didn't check the time for how long. all i knew, i end up falling a sleep again....
.........
i woke up. its 7.30. the world seems so gloomy. i felt like running. and thats exactly what i did; jogging. its the same feeling i got when i had a big fight with my mother the day after spm results were out.
mama: " why can't you listen to me for once? haven't spm teach you anything?? its just same as pmr. i'm your mother! so the results are terrible, law is good for you. look at along and angah, they're doing fine at law. just give me the paper and i'll check what is good for you"
i guess i was too grumpy and emotional that time. who doesn't if they didn't had 2 days of sleep? especially after a big fall. i became rebellious. my mum was impatient, start yelling and throwing my stuffs making a big mess. i defend my stand but guess i still respect my mother that i let go of the paper.
the look on her face... i just couldn't stand it.... so i did what i did.. i ran.. i ran out of the house..
it was still dark that morning. i still remember... the sounds of a man reciting the al-Quran...
i kept running, no specific destination... until i reached at the mosque. i sat there till i listened to the sounds of Azan... i slowly walked and head back to my house..
i didn't even look at my mother. i went straight to my room and change into my jogging outfit. and i went power walking. didn't know for how long. didn't know why, i just felt like running. it started to drizzled but i kept on running.
kakjannah: " farah, hujan la, kang demam "
mama was there, she didnt say anything. she didn't even look at me. we were like strangers. i'm getting used to this. not only with my own mother.. but with the whole world...
the rain stopped. and i went inside and started to do skipping, until i passed out. i layed on the floor of the house living room.. tears start to roll down...
patheticly, AGAIN i felt that i'm all alone... in this entire universe...
there was only me, tears, and music... as it is NOW..
I CRY, I CRY
doo buhn dah shee neun
ool jee ahn geht dahn yahk sohk doh haet neun deh
I CRY, I CRY
doo bohl eh heu reun
noon chee doh uhp neun nae noon mool heun juhk eh~
ddoh ool uht nyah goh bah boh nyah goh nae bohl eul mahn jee myuh
kkohk ah nah joo neun geh nuh moo doh joh ah ssuht nah bwah
sarang hahn dah neun geu mahl joh chah doh hahl soo uhp neun nae mahm
ah jeek nahn uh ree dah goh geu juh kkoh mah roh mahn nahl saeng gahk hah nee kkah
jee tuh jeen nae hwah jang eh doh oot gee mahn hahn geu dae
geu ruhn geu dae ddae moon eh nae gah ool goh eet neun guhl ah nah yo~
I CRY, I CRY boh goh sheep uh suh
bahm sae ool dah gah jahm deu neun nahl eh neun
I CRY, I CRY nah ool uh dah gah
geu dae yeh geh nahn kkohk juhn hwah reul hah jyo~
ddoh ool uht nyah goh bah boh nyah goh nae mahm doh moh reu goh
nahl dahl lae joo neun geh nuh moo doh joh ah ssuht nah bwah
sarang hahn dah neun geu mahl joh chah doh hahl soo uhp neun nae mahm
ah jeek nahn uh ree dah goh geu juh kkoh mah roh mahn nahl saeng gahk hah nee kkah
ah seul hahn oot chah reem eh doh oot gee mahn hahn geu dae
geu ruhn geu dae ddae moon eh nae gah ool goh eet neun guhl ah nah yo~
nah gee dah ryuh jyuh yo
geu dae yeh geh neun ah jeek nah uh ree geh boh ee geht jyo
nae soh neul jahp geh dweh neun nahl
nae bohl eh eep maht choo neun nahl
uhn jehn gah geu daen oh geh dwehl teh jyo
OOH WO...
sarang hae geu mahl joh chah doh hahl soo uhp neun nae mahm
ah jeek nahn uh ree dah goh geu juh kkoh mah roh mahn nahl saeng gahk hah nee kkah
uhn jehn gah nah geu dae mahn ae yuh jah gah dweh neun nahl
geu ddaen ool jee ah nah doh nah reul kkohk ah nah joo geel bah rae yo~ (OOH HOO)
geu gae geu dae ee gee reul bah rae yo
i just realised, i never set my alarm 6 oclock.
it only turn on at 6.30.
heh.
notes;
- i hope this post doesn't really give you guys a headache.
its abit complicated, but everything is connected.
you can't just read it, cause you wouldn't understand.
try thinking. exercise your neurons, lol
~thegirlwho strut and frets her life
alang
it only turn on at 6.30.
heh.
notes;
- i hope this post doesn't really give you guys a headache.
its abit complicated, but everything is connected.
you can't just read it, cause you wouldn't understand.
try thinking. exercise your neurons, lol
~thegirlwho strut and frets her lifealang
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Thursday, March 26, 2009 1:57 PM Posted by — Fasya Ibrahim.
from a farp/s: before you read this, i wud like to say dat this is not like a diary or anyfing actually. ok alil bit. but it's been awhile since i ave this urge to do a story. i dunno y. no. not a story like telling my story or anyfing. its like doing a novel. yup. like one of my favourite author, Tony Parsons, Jacqueline Wilson, Cecelia Ahern. but whether this is fiction or based on true story(or my true life story) that is for me to know and you to find out. :) enjoy.
how strange and unique how our eyes grows with our thoughts.
just yesterday you were walking through da same road you go through everyday n you came across an unusual road dat u've never seen n never went through it before. and as time passes by, you've juz realize dat time took you to dat road again but this time is different, you are walking through that road that you've watched from a distance. the road that makes you wonder, where does it lead? well da answers was
juz rite in front of you n you were like unwrapping a package to see whats inside.
today is different. i felt it in my guts. i'm the type of person who like to see things for its beauty. you may think i'm crazy but i take my eyes seriously. and i am thankful that i was born normal. well partially normal. i don't take a glimpse of look. i don't look things as it is a small thing but i do not expand it sight. however, i admire it. that is how i live my life till today. yet if i didn't take a second look towards sumfing then that maybe means i cudn't take my eyes off from sumfing dat i cared n deared da most. so practically the theory of you can't seem to see anyone else but that person/ thing you love is true. and most of my time admiring thing will lead me to a silent moment. so practically if i am being quieter than i use to, that means i'm thinking sumfing. yes, i guess you can labelled me as the most easiest person to lost in thoughts. as i admire,i think. when i think, i compose words to describe how i feel. and as words combined into a sentence in my mind, i write. and that is why you are reading this. take note that as you are reading this, you are reading my thoughts. but don't get too smarty pants. coz maybe the meaning that i am about to send to you its not as what you think. and sometimes words that are fully constructed can still came out wrong. but that is juz life. you may not know why, but it will come to you one day when you will say, 'i will not achieve this success/happiness if it wasn't for the mistake that i ave done.' that is called karma.
it is either my brain is receiving too much impulses that it wrongly miscalculated the response or my instinct is telling me sumfing. but that is sumfing we do not know. thats juz da mysteries of life. but today is different.its not that every other day is nt different but its funny and amazing how admiring things by looking at it can make your brain interpret oh so much. he was different. no wait. he was the same guy that i knew but he look different. not by his physical appearance, but his eyes tell me that his mind is different. watching him walking towards me from far, thinking how i was rite about him still being there. but then that eyes. all my proud thoughts vanished n it focus on one nerve response. him. mybe i am analysing his body language too much but that is juz me. i have been deceived too many times for too long. but past has teached me dat there is only one thing that they can never lie to me. their eyes. all those words they say, all their facial expression. they can lie at the outer side but never the inner. 'sorry'. thats what he said. i'm not sure whether he is saying it to me or to himself. funny thing about the brain is that it has too many interpreters to interpret thousands of signals that they cudn't really identified how other ppl feel. dat proves dat we are mortal human being. while other ppl continued talking to themselves, he just stares at the empty space. walking like a living doll. there he goes, that eyes again. obviously you don't need to read his mind to know that he is thinking. but what makes it different that the eyes were serious as the thoughts in his mind thinking. so practically i can guess dat he is thinking sumfing big. or at least important in his life. probably da test really affect him. 'how was it?'. no response. exactly. it is either i talk too slow which sumhow hard to believe dat or he was too deep in his adventure of thoughts in his mind. at time like this you appreciate the priceless apportunity to admire him from near wivout being ashamed of him noticing me doing it. watching his eyes, his movements, that face,... wondering how i get so lucky,what is he thinking, shud i ask him, will he tell me, and the list went on n on. funny but that is juz how our amazing brain work. sorry putting u lot of trouble brain.
but brain doesn't always has advantages, there are times when u will be deceive by the thoughts n it flows to the heart, influencing your emotions and all. and then we venture to the negativity of life, y isn't he telling me, he's not thinking about me isn't he, who am i in your heart, am i a doll to you, i feel u lying, i feared that fake smile of yours. but then again when i think back, every single thing that i ask myself just now was the same thing i did throughout my life, whether willingly or not. we tend to gaze to an empty space sumtimes to get our mind rite on the track. we tend to keep ourself silent to concentrate on the issues. so as the brain conclude the nerve response, we make options in the process and predict every each possibilities of what will happen if you pick that option. ' how was it' asked again. 'oh' like waking up from a trance ,'well the usual stuff '. he will eventually tell if he wants. at least dats what i'm hoping for. yet if he doesn't want to tell maybe he knows how to take control of it by himself. 'it never burdens me if you tell, yet it is your choice. just so u know, i'll always here for you and forever will. so don't get caught up in your own thoughts. one may seem lil but how about two? it doesn't hurt does it? a helping hand can make it easier to mend.'
[part one]
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Friday, September 5, 2008 11:09 PM Posted by — Fasya Ibrahim.
I don't express my feeling well.
but i can be emotional as easy as heartless :)
I'm slow, so do be patient with me.
I like taking photos
I don't have alot of things to say,
I listen and nod.
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