Btw, they call me "Teacher".. :S

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Waking up with someone next to you could really make you feel all sunny.

The first thing I saw as I gently opened my eyes this morning, was my grandmother; brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Started off with her combing, she then put on her headband on and finished up her grooming by making twirls at her hair ends. She’s soo cute!!

When she realized I had already woken up, she started talking continuously without a pause.

Her timing amazes me sometimes. It was about 6.30 in the morning when my sand eyes were barely even wiped off; but she had already started giving out plans on where to go out today, what to do, etc. My responding capability is somewhat restricted especially after which I just woke up. So I was only able to smile and “hmmm”-ing to everything she said.

Yes. I’m still in KL.. My class today begins at 1 pm, which means I can leave my aunts’ house a bit later than usual. But I’m hoping to arrive at school an hour earlier coz I plan to go on the net. Seriously, I’m not even sure whether this entry is gonna be posted on time or not. :P . No internet connection at aunt’s place. L

Oh and I just finished designing my kids costumes. They’re wild and sexy! Good thing the girls are only 9 to 11 year olds. I haven’t had the time to take videos nor pictures of my class yet. They’re cute bunch!! I wish to eat them all!! Hahaha.

Now I'm thinking of having my own babies. :))))))). GIRLS! so I can dress them up. And BOYS! My boys are gonna love me endlessly, and will take care of me till the end of time. And they're the ones who're gonna put their small palm on my cheek ; to cheer me up when I'm down. awww.. shoo shweet..~ But I'll make sure they're gonna have a hard time bringing their girlfriends to see me. heehee

K. Think that’s enough for today. I’m gonna have to get ready. Have only 3 hours left! Ciao~

Winners and Losers

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Winners have dreams; Losers have scheme.

Winners see possibilities; Losers see feasibilities

Winners make commitments; Losers avoid them.

Winners make things happen; Losers just let things happen.

Winners always have a plan; Losers always have an excuse.

Winners see positive “IFs” in the future; Losers have negative thoughts of the future.

Winners have high confidence in themselves; Losers always underestimate themselves.

Winners see solution to every problem; Losers see problems for every solution.

Winners are part of solution; Losers are part of the problem.

What are you? I’m a champion ;) And so is Japan Football Team in FIFA World Cup 2010!! wooohoo!!

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This I promise you... ^_^

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Promises are like babies: easy to make, hard to deliver.

I’ve promised islands of hopes and I’ve also been promised mountains of expectations. But not all are well kept.

Ever experienced having me to promise to catch up with you after our short accidental meeting during jogging session; but realize I didn’t even take your number after that? That’s because I was ‘probelchemising’.

Its an analogy I made to tell that I’m giving you a belching-like promise –A promise that ends after a burp. Short and sweet (not so).

My promise was said to be out of courtesy. I’m sorry; I’m not as honest as you think I am. Well, it is useless to hold a person to anything he/she says while he/she is in love, drunk, or running for office. And I was literally “running”. Heehee.. okay2… that’s MY BAD!! Showwie…

It is said that the best way to keep one's word is not to give it. And I couldn’t agree more. Promises are pleasant to hear but hurtful when it’s being betrayed.

Now, think with me. If a once disloyal promise could hurt so much, what more the oath made everyday?

(WARNING: PG)

Have you ever realize, we(Muslims) tend to pray to God 5 times a day. And in the beginning of our prayer we oath by saying :

“Wajjahtu wajhiya lilladhi fatara al-samawaati wa’l-ard haneefan musliman wa maa ana min al-mushrikeen. Inna salaati wa nusuki wa mahyaaya wa mamaati Lillaahi Rabb il-‘Aalameen, laa shareeka lahu wabidhaalika umirtu wa ana awwal ul-muslimeen, Allaahumma anta al-malik laa ilaaha illa anta, anta rabbi wa ana ‘abduka. Zalamtu nafsi wa’tarafty bi dhanbi, faghfir li dhunoobi jamee’an, innahu laa yaghfir ul-dhunooba illa anta. Wahdini li ahsan al-akhlaaq la yahdi li ahsaniha illa anta. Wasrif ‘anni sayyi’aha laa yasrifu ‘anni sayyi’aha illa anta. Labbayka wa sa’dayka wa’l-khayra kulluhu fi yadayka wa’l-sharru laysa ilayka, ana bika wa ilayka, tabaarakta wa ta’aalayta, astaghfiruka wa atoobu ilayk…”

Translation:

I have set my face towards the Originator of the heavens and the earth sincerely [in Islam], and I am not among theMushrikeen. Indeed, my prayer, my sacrifice, my living and my dying are for Allaah, the Lord of the Worlds, no partner has He. With this I have been commanded and I am the first of the Muslims (those who submit to Him). O Allaah, you are the King and there is no god but You. You are my Lord and I am Your slave. I have wronged myself, and have acknowledged my sins, so forgive all my sins, for no one forgives sins except You. Guide me to the best of attitudes, to which no one can guide except You, and save me from the worst of attitudes, from which no-one can save except You. I am here and happy to serve you. All good is in Your Hands, and evil is not from You. There is no escape or shelter from You except with You. Blessed are You and exalted. I seek Your forgiveness and repent to You).”

The green highlight: is the oath

The yellow : because it is just so sweet; so I highlighted it. Huhu ^_^

As a conclusion, though we tend to break promises among ourselves but please try our best not to break our promise to our Creator. I’m not saying “do not pray since you know you CANT fulfill the promise”. Please don’t get me wrong!! What am trying to say is, since we all know its our responsibility to pray, its best to keep our words to God. And once in a while why don’t you sing this to Him *I dare you!!* :-

“I’ll never break Your heart, I’lll never make You cry I’d rather die than live without You, I’ll give you all Your needs, Goddie that’s no lie”

I DARE YOU!! PLEASEE!!!!!! IF YOU LOVE ME!! LOL! I DARE YOU TO SING THE SONG AFTER YOUR MAGHRIB PRAYER TODAY!! PLEAAASEEE!!!!! With the dance steps of backstreet boys!! If you don’t than youre sucha COWARD!! Hihihi….

Oh yeah p/s: its nice to understand what you pray for. Therefore, I hope that all of us could mean what we say in our prayers. Rather than making it as a ritual habit.

* I’m telling this to myself too okay.. I’m trying my best to improve and be a better person. So please pray for me. Luv you too!!! ^_^ forever in lurve I am! So take off your clothes and do the ungawonga dance! ^______________________^ :P

I got it from my momma!

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Mom has always been a worrisome. Yesterday, before going to the infamous East Coast Mall *rolleyes* , I called up my mom just to update her with some stuff. And when she got to know that I was to drive there, she became overprotective and worried. And told me to read some prayers in car…..*wait..am not finished*…..she told me to read the prayers: ALL THE WAY TO ECM!!

Arrghh.. To tell you the truth, I’m EASILY annoyed whenever she tells me to do that.. OKAY Mom, I’ll read prayers but NOT ALL THE WAY!!! I mean like there are other things I have to look out to, and one of them is like : FOCUSING ON THE ROAD…

( Its not anything, but whenever she says that, it puts a burden on me because, okay, there’s one thing that you have to know, I’m afraid of jinx and karma. So, whenever my mom tells me to do something, I’ll do almost EXACTLY what AND how she tells me to do it--- coz in my shrunken birdy bone head, bad things will happen if I don’t follow my mom’s order.

I’m not saying that I’m a totally obedient child. I’m not… Seriously.. Not quite… I’m somewhat a rebel… *ROCK ON DUDES!!*…… in my own ways…

But I do follow most of my parents’ regulations… Therefore, in a nutshell, when she says ALL THE WAY.. I’ll take it literally and that means that I’ll HAVE TO read it NONSTOP.. )

SO anyway, while my mom was telling me which prayers I need to read while driving, I simply snap and cut her off…

I was like “Mama, I know you are worried but please think of me! I’m more worried than you are!! I’m the one who’s DRIVING for God’s sake! I will read the prayers, but THE WHOLE WAY??!! Come on Ma… You put too much tense in me that it puts me under pressure every time I tell you I want to drive somewhere… ”

And you know what she replied?

“I think you’re mad at me now because I just scolded your grandmother (her mother) this morning.”

And I was like high-pitched-huh; “Huh????”

And Mom was like “Your grandmother told her friends of something that is meant to be kept in discreet from someone… (Old folk’s gossips??) So I told her off. And now you’re mad at me as a punishment for me being angry at her this morning… Fair enough… Now read “Lailaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minazzalimiin” many times while you’re driving...”

In my head I was like.. “Mom…of all the things… it has nothing to do with her at all!! Do you know how seriously random you can be at times??? And didn’t I JUST tell you not to pressure me to read those things”

But I didn’t say it out loud, I just kept quiet. I didn’t want to prolong the argument. I AM driving anyways. I’m scared if I was rude and make my mom upset, bad things will happen to me on the road *Ya Latiff, 3uthubillah min thalik, Allah ba3eed!!!*.

So I was like “Okay..just pray for me.. am off to the road”..*sigh*

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To think of it, at first, I thought my mom was being ridiculously overprotective and have no trust in me in whatsoever. But to think again;

I’m not much different.

In fact, I’m EXACTLY like that. I worry too much about some people till I make them suffocate (eeek!!*choke*? =P). Its not that I don’t have faith in them, its just that I’m there to remind just in case they forgot. There’re no intensions of belittling them whatsoever. But I know it can be seriously irritating..

Take an example, at the bus station. I’ll repeatedly warn my sister to watch out for her belongings.

“Take care of your handbag”.. And after 3 minutes, I’ll take a look at my sister’s handbag just to make sure its still there. Then one minute after that, I’ll repeat the same thing with the same intonation “Take care of your handbag”…

I know she always gets annoyed but she just had to bear with it; since she “idolized” me much… HAHAHAHA..! I wish! :P

Another example will be if I’m in a car driven by someone else besides me..

“Be careful” or “Car coming” or “Watch out!!”

… Those seemed to be the ONLY words that’ll come out from my mouth.. huuhuu.. :P ..

KEEP IT COOL!!!...I’m TRYING!!

Trying…trying…trying…trying… trying…trying…trying…trying…trying…trying…trying…trying…trying…

DONE ^_____^

Civilized Much?

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While everyone else was busy studying for this Sunday’s paper, I kept myself busy with sumthin’ else…. And that’s watching 5 movies in a row. Hows bout that? ;P . ..

“Carrier” (2009).

Frankly speaking, I’ve never heard of the movie before, but since it was in my friend’s HD, I might as well give it a chance to entertain me for awhile.

Basically, the movie is somewhat the same as any other movies of that genre. That goes to the : ‘runaway-from-the-infectious-disease-and-to-a-safer-place-but-where?’ plot. What differ it from other movies of the type is that it’s strong ‘will power’ to leave infected people behind. Even if they’re a family member, a lover or a main character.

“You got infected, you stay away or we’ll kill you”… THAT’S kinda their motto.

Which leaves me to a question:

What would I do if I were in a situation that threatens me to kill everyone else to survive?

What if my family was to be robbed by some gun loaded robbers and was put as hostages?

Lets imagine a scene…..

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Bushido: Mmeeeeeeeeeeeow!! (*translation: “Get your big as* off my owners property , you motha jiggin sc*mbag!”)

Robber : Points the gun towards Bushido, ready to fire a shot.

Ameera: *cries and screams* . “NOOO!! Don’t shoot her!! Take me instead!”

Robber: *Raise eyebrow* “Hell, you don’t have to worry bout nothing, I’d kill the both of you together if you like!”

Pin drop silence…

Ameera: “Oh…” …*cries and screams* “THEN JUST KILL THE GODDAM CAT!!SAVE ME!! PLEASE!! I HAVENT GRADUATED. I WANT TO WORK! I WANT TO HAVE KIDS WITH JONATHAN RHEYS MYERS. SPARE ME!!! PUHLEESE!!”

Robber:*raise eyebrow-disbelief*

Bushido: As*hole! (translation : “meok!” ) while showing her middle claw to Ameera.

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Desperation is the real deal of life.

A Saint would kill to protect his sanctuary, a father would steal to pay for his son’s medical fees, a wife would let go of her body for his husband’s life.

Many unwanted things happen during times of desperation. What happened to all the principals we have vowed on? Shredded into pieces?! Only those who are strong enough would hold on to their selves. But at that time, these strong people are being looked at as someone selfish who wouldn’t care bout anything but his self, a cruel and heartless person who would not sacrifice himself for the sake of others.

I’m not weak but that doesn’t mean I am saying that I’m strong...

Some of you might have this thought in your mind saying:

“If you keep on to your beliefs, your faith, then you wont have anything to be worried about.”

Easy said. As calm as the breeze. That’s because we are OUTSIDE the situation. I’m not saying what he/she is saying is wrong, but just how many of us could ‘survive’ the tension??

I don’t have the solution nor a conclusion of my post today but just a simple question:

Where do we stand?

……………………. probably no where…

…and that’s why God’s Great… and we’re just a small tiny living who’s arrogant enough to think we could rule the world and chess out our life..

(am suppose to stop at the question… but as usual.. I hv so much to say …n suggestions to give…huhu… =P )

i HAVE survived! hey hey!

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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dr.Tareq's exam is finished!!!! YEEEAYY!!! That means I'm partially a MERDEKA-d person!


LOVE Y'ALL!! hahahahha

p/s: I sorta like re-opened my previous old blog to public.. just for fun... hahaha... I was still young when I wrote them. Started blogging when I was 16. The things I write about on that page are soo.. hahaha... i dunno... pelik... but I did the layout everything myself.. time-time baru belajar how to make a website layout at Matric.. :P

if you wanna check it out, its this one:

http://ameera-alzawawy.blogspot.com

YEAAAY!!! I DONT WANNA HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT HEMATOLOGY EVER AGAIN!! hahahah.. jk.. XP

the BIG news

^_^...

K... I have something to tell..

I am now an OFFICIAL
BELLY DANCING TEACHER
AT SRI KUALA LUMPUR PRIVATE (INTERNATIONAL) SCHOOL!!!

LOOOOOOOOL!! SERIOUSLY!! HAHA..
to tell you the truth, my performances are mostly either solo or only with my close friends and family members. But NEVER have I TAUGHT anyone to belly dance before. And never have I thought for it to become a source of income for me! haha.

The offer came about a week ago. Sri KL wanted someone to teach belly dance to a group of students for their yearly event (somewhere in AUGUST if not mistaken). Since one of the teachers there had seen me performed belly dance at a wedding ceremony before, she somewhat brought up the idea to my aunt to propose the job to yours truly; me. ^___^.

And I accepted! hahaha!! I mean like, you know, just as an experience in the teaching field. At least I'm doing something I love most as a part time job. So I'll take it as something to kill my time. Waiit!! correction!! the thing i love most is singing...tho I suck at it... hahaha!

One turn down point tho, this means that I have to go to KL every Thursday night... The school will cover the transport expenses but the thought of traveling is kinda urrghh.. :P

OH WELL.. ^_^.. My first class begins on the 30th of March(Next Tuesday). I'm sooo excited!! Now, should I let them call me "Teacher Sharifah" or "Teacher Ameera" ???... hmmm...

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~~~~~

All you have to do is listen....

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The songs that speaks my mind at the current moment.
Hope you like it. Enjoy!


John Ondrasik
King Of The Earth


I'm as crazy as a clown tonight
A clown without a crown tonight
A simple sack of wishes and bones
I'm as useless as a memory
The day before it came to me
To save your town of stitches and stones

For once in my life I was the king of the Earth
Once in my life...
I was...

I've flown horses on the skies above
Bleed enough for you my love
To fill these empty castles with ghosts
I've married devils to their history
Stood when you would bury me
Through a time of statues and roads

But once in my life I was the king of the Earth
Once in my life...
I was

Now that the stars have frozen in their places
Now that our hope seems gone
Now that scars have fallen from our faces
I will see you on

I'll never be your picture president
But I hope you got the rose I sent
To save your town of stitches and bones
I'm nothing more then but a simple man
Born to be American
Out to draw these bridges and motes

But once in my life I was the king of the Earth
Once in my life...

I break, I'm hollowed, I'm dead confused...

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*BUMP* "Ooopssie. Sorry!!"

At the cafe just now, I bumped into a girl. My ears were plugged with my earphone and my mind was somewhere else. She, on the other hand, was rushing to take up the food that was being served. So, basically, no one is at fault. Its just an accident.

*BUMP* "Ooopssie. Sorry!!"

Bumping into her was somewhat a blessing in disguise. She had a pleasant scent over her. The smell was so good. It was addictive. Within a fraction of a second, I realized that I recognize that scent. It was so familiar. My mind got me back one of the days when I was still a kid.

Yes, Now I remember.. Its the smell of Sister Beatrice of Saint Theressa's.
Back when I was younger, I'm always the only one who comes late to my kindergarten class. Sis.Beatrice was always there to fetch me at the gate. Its the smell of her.

Every scent has its story. Same goes for songs. Each time I hear a song, it'll remind me of a certain time.

Memories play a very important role in my life. But sometimes, I do wish that I get to screen out certain memories.....

but naah...i take back my words...I'm glad I get to remember all... good or bad... its a part of my life anyway...

Exam's on Wednesday. Wish me Luck!
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Over the week...

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Anger is something scary...
Its surprising on how anger could make one be rude and inhumane.

"Anger is made by disturbances of syaitans. We will be easily temptated by syaitans if we have weak faith."

Its funny to have thought that a descent person could throw out outrageous, bad, sad words while expressing their anger. Its such an embarrassement and something very shameful.

I am not talking about other people. Rather, I am now talking about myself.

I'm very bad at managing anger. I'm rude and I say things that are hurtful. I'm sorry. I dont mean to. But I was so mad over the things that had happen. I know it STILL doesnt give me the permit to be rude and I'm really so sorry.. This problematic attitude is mine and it has nothing to do with the teachings and upbringing of my parents.

That's it..

*TAG : M.F, Z.A