I am me, a self-proclaimed read freak. I read nearly everything.

As I’ve already finished reading the Lion Boy trilogy, my next mission possible is to scrounge my dad’s books-spilling ceiling-height cupboard for a good read.

Guess what? My itchy hand reached for ‘How to become a MILLIONAIRE LANDLORD‘ by the one and only Azizi Ali.

Yes, that guy only write books concerning financial and motivational; nothing that may concern a 17-year-old student like me. And yes, I know I should be indulging into the endless pile of Physics homework.

But a good read is just an inch away and you’re asking me to turn it down? I’ll say bull!

The book is mainly how to increase the amount in your bank account through renting properties and Azizi-san kind-heartedly shared his secrets on doing so successfully.

Like all of his books, HtbaML is written in simple English, fun and easy to read, piled up with tips gained through his seven years of experience in being a Millionaire Landlord himself, and yes, the book is well-equipped with jokes and laughter.

Which is great to grab my volatile attention.

Give it a try. Even if you can’t afford to rent out any properties right now [seeing that you're currently residing with your parents] it is never wrong to read books that can help you in the near future.

One of the sentences that got me laughing my intestines out [and my mom weird glances, worrying for her eldest daughter's sanity] is:

Ah yes, gentlemen’s agreement. We’re Malaysians, we do not sign agreements. Our words are our bonds. We’ll shake hands instead.

And cows can fly.

[Azizi-san was talking about when renting your properties, all agreement should be well-written; something that is scarce among some of us Malaysians.]

Have a great day, everyone!

p/s: On the pay-less mission to spread reading awareness among teenagers whose head is buried in piles of Chemistry notes.

p/s 2: It has come to your attention that Atiqah’s reading materials does not revolve around manga, manga, manga, and more manga only.

Forgot to mention. Text and reference books. Cheers

Qoute of the day: I am me and you are you. -Nara Shikamaru to Akimichi Chouji-

Menghapus Jejakmu is a nice song; easy to be followed, catchy to the ears and rythmatic enough to tap my foot along.

But, considering the current troblesome situation I am helplessly stucked in, the song fits itself like a humongous square fitting into a bliddy small circle.

Menghapus Jejakmu - Peterpan

terus melangkah melupakanmu
belah hati perhatikan sikapmu
jalan pikiranmu buatku ragu
tak mungkin ini tetap bertahan

perlahan mimpi terasa mengganggu
kucoba untuk terus menjauh
perlahan hatiku terbelenggu
kucoba untuk lanjutkan itu

engkau bukanlah segalaku
bukan tempat tuk hentikan langkahku
usai sudah semua berlalu
biar hujan menghapus jejakmu

terus melangkah melupakanmu
belah hati perhatikan sikapmu
jalan pikiranmu buatku ragu
tak mungkin ini tetap bertahan

perlahan mimpi terasa mengganggu
kucoba untuk terus menjauh
perlahan hatiku terbelenggu
kucoba untuk lanjutkan itu

engkau bukanlah segalaku
bukan tempat tuk hentikan langkahku
usai sudah semua berlalu
biar hujan menghapus jejakmu

lepaskan segalanya
lepaskan segalanya

engkau bukanlah segalaku
bukan tempat tuk hentikan langkahku
usai sudah semua berlalu
biar hujan menghapus jejakmu

Reading between the lines, the singer is expressing his helplessness with a significant other and chose to leave the person behind, completely forgetting her and the memoirs they have shared.

In my current situation, the last thing I would do is give up [it's not like I have any other choice, my inner self'll kill me before I can even finish saying 'I give up'.].

No matter how hopeless someone is or how stupid or how thick their skull seems to be, I would avoid giving up on them.

Even when they lied or they freaking hurt me [like anyone ever. I'm tough.], giving up is a no-no.

If I give up on their attitudes, what would I think of myself? I like to think myself as a tough, calm, cool and collected optimistic lass; something that I really am, I assure you.

There’s good qualities in human, even when their evil ones seem to stood up like a sore thumb. People will change for the better, it’s just a matter of time.

Now I did say I’ll never give up, but I never said anything about being patient.

Patient is a virtue that I miserably lack, but I’m working my head on it.

Saidina Ali bin Abi Thalib said:

Apabila kamu merasa letih kerana berbuat kebaikan maka sesungguhnya keletihan itu akan hilang dan kebaikan yang dilakukan akan terus kekal. Dan sekiranya kamu berseronok dengan dosa maka sesungguhnya keseronokan itu akan hilang dan dosa yang dilakukan akan terus kekal.

Yeah. It’s nice to have wistful words from people of the past; they seem to know better than the people of the present.

I’m writing this to my brother, who -despite him being somewhere out there- can still be updated with the rise and shine of the Hanifah family. [I'm not even sure he reads this. Oh well.]

Besides, my mind’s over-used, again. If Albus Dumbledore has his Pensieve to siphon his thoughts into, then Atiqah has her blog to crap into.

Please take note that the news provided are not chronologically arranged.

NEWS 1:

Dad got us a new laptop. An Acer Aspire 4710, complete with Windows Vista. The new baby is cute, sparkly and has an aura of elegant and intelligence surrounding it.

Yet I kept getting stuck while YM-ing or online reading. Perhaps the laptop doesn’t like me.

NEWS 2:

Our pet goldfish Yuno died after several weeks of staying with us. Cause of death could possibly be the dirty water he and Au reside in.

They’re Yaya’s [7 y.o] goldfishes; she should be changing the water!

Au the female goldfish now spend her time swimming alone in the lonely tank, dancing to a lonely tune. Did I mentioned she’s lonely?

NEWS 3:

I’m going to Kem Kecemerlangan SPM at Home Beach Village, PCB. Us SMI Aman SPM candidates while be terrorizing there from Sunday to Tuesday, while the PMR candidates will spread horror from Sunday to Wednesday.

The holiday’s packed with activities by the beach. Mom warned me from playing too near to the water. As if I’ll ever be caught doing it.

Actually, I’ve planned to bring Lion Boy: The Chase [among several other books. My luggage's full of them.] along with me. That way, I can read it during break-time under the coconut tree while relaxing to the soft salty breeze.

Allah’s creations are amazing, aren’t they?

I’m a read-freak. [Note that I wrote read. It means I'll read mostly anything. Even the tiny prints on wrappers.]

NEWS 4:

I’m broke this month [and it's barely two weeks into August!]. I’ve bought two books, a Quran, stationeries and two Celcom RM10 prepaid.

Where has my financial planning gone to?! Don’t say it flew away along with my sanity! Anyway, Mom said you’ve got your scholarship banked in. Mind giving some to me? *puppy-eyed*

NEWS 5:

Note that I’m pretty sure none of the person mentioned in News 5 are reading this. If they do, forgive me. I still held some teeny weeny respect for you guys.

Four of our seniors came to SMI Aman last Thursday. Uthman and Ahmad went to speak to the form 1, 2 and 3 students. Muizz went to Form 4 and Naufal went into our class.

I’m not sure what they’re supposed to talk about, but Naufal crapped something about how was life in IPT.

It would have been an interesting talk, if he cut short of his usage of nate, huduh, and bodo. And as expected, I was the one who point out that fact to him.

I’ve asked a form 2 student about what Uthman and Ahmad had spoken to them in the hall. She said: I don’t know. I wasn’t even listening.

Kids nowadays are so attentive, aren’t they?

That’s all, I suppose. Once I put myself into writing mode, the craps cluttering my mind seem to be deleting themselves out.

I’ll post some if I feel like [This living corpse is currently being invaded by some troublesome virus... I breathe like a fish.].

Au revoir and have a great day, minna-san! 

Sufiyyah talked me into this. I think, most of my mistakes were done because of faulty advice. No offence, Sufiyyah.

http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/905909

Good day, everyone.

p/s: Does being a true friend means you know a lot about a person? Not for me. A true friend is the one who knows when to back off, and when to approach me.

I’m stubbornly sensitive. And hopeless. Just name it.

This slightly fictatious yet mostly factual story has little or something to do with the living.

Once upon a time, in a land not far away, lived a happy-go-lucky, joke-loving yet slightly annoying-at-times 17-year-old girl and her metallic blue and sparkly white Sony Ericsson phone.

One fine night, she received a message from her friend.

Kaoru, do you know who owns this number? 014-xxxxxxx. Reply soon.

Being the girl she is [plus the fact she had over RM26 in credit], our beloved Kaoru here decided to play a prank on her unaware friend.

AH! Tomoe! Where did you get that number? That’s my husband number 2’s! Tell me, where? Did he sms-ed you? Miss-called? TELL ME!!! That disloyal man is so dead! How could he? *sob*

Kaoru grinned evilly. At the very end of the message limit, she wrote:

Just joking. I don’t who’s number it is.

She hit ‘SEND’.

A minute later, Tomoe replied.

Kaoru, be serious! This is emergency. I need to know who’s number it is. Hurry up, for God sake!

Kaoru rolled on the carpeted floor, laughing.

I’ve told you, it’s my hubby number 2. Which part of it did you not understand? I mean, tell me what he did first.

At the very end of the message…

Hey, you grandma. I’ve told you I didn’t know. Read your message till the end next time.

A minute later, came the reply.

Come on, tell me who’s this hubby number 2 is. He sms-ed something weird to my brother, and I would like to know who this guy is. Tell me, Kaoru.

Kaoru wiped her laughing tears.

Read your message till the end, would you? Such a grandma…

Two minutes later…

ARGH Kaoru! You are so dead! How could you call me a grandma???

Kaoru vomited her lungs out laughing at her poor friend. [In reality, are you guys pitying her? I'm not.]

At school the next day, Kaoru laughed and stumbled after failing to dodge Tomoe’s sharp spanks.

A couple of days later…

Hey, Kaoru. Do you know who’s number this is. Don’t joke with me this time. 013-yyyyyyy

Kaoru replied, grinning.

That’s my hubby number 3.

At school the next day, Kaoru laughed throughout the day while dodging Tomoe’s sharp spanks.

A couple of days later…

Do you happen to know who’s number this is? 019-zzzzzzz

Hubby number 4. What did he do?

He miss-called Akihime.

Nasty guy, my husband is. Spank him for me.

A couple of days later, Kaoru received an email from a guy, saying this and this. After several investigations, she finally figured out the guy’s true identity.

But she still needed to do one last investigation to firmly confirm her suspicion. So she asked Tomoe at school next day.

"Hey, Tomoe. When you go tuition tonight, could you ask whether the guy Sir always compliment name is Harada Fukuki?"

"Sure. Why? You know him?"

She shrugged. "Husband number 5."

The girls in class laughed. "How many husbands do you have?" Ami asked.

"4, I think." Kaoru grinned. "Ask Tomoe; she knows all about them."

"Number 1 is Tsukimaru, 2nd is that 014 guy, 3rd is that 013 guy, 4th is that 019 guy, 5th is Harada." Tomoe counted with her fingers and nodded her head. "Yeah, that’s about all."

"What?!" Kaoru frowned [blushing slightly. *puke*]. "Since when did Arashi Tsukimaru landed number 1 in my list?"

Tomoe smirked evilly. Kaoru sighed in defeat and slouched lazily on her table. "Troublesomic…"

Owari. Tamat. The end.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

1. Always read your message till the very end. For safety.
2. A lady can only have one husband at one time. That’s a fact.

p/s: See? Not all my blog entries are craps. I do write moral stories once in a while.

Kaoru was joking, and the whole class know she was. Hope you guys know, too.

Am here for a really fast entry.

Rashid-sensei-sama’s house was on fire two days back. The area affected was alhamdulillah, only the living room.

The culprit was identified as the main switch box being burnt, but the real reason is yet to be known.

Casualty: none.

Properties damaged: The school’s laptop, his certificates, his collection of books [unlike my collection of manga, his books serve real reason for exsistance.], just to name a few.

Needed: Financial help and volunteers to help clean his damaged house.

His family of three kids and a niece is currently residing in his dad-in-law’s place.

Trivia:

1. The fire was realized when ustaz’s youngest son woke up at 2 a.m. and asked for a glass of water. There was a jug in the room, but the small guy insisted for cold ones from the fridge. Ustaz’s zaujah went out of the room and noticed the curtains’ were already ablazed.
2. Ustaz told his wife to go get the kids, while he went to ’save’ the laptop. It was, after all, the school’s.
3. By the time the firemen arrived, the fire was already put out by Rashid-sensei-sama himself; doing so while azan. Kamel said: That always works.

I wish him and his family as well as you fellows a good day.

p/s: For those confused, Abdul Rashid Abdul Lateh is the current Headmaster of Aman Islamic Secondary School; a place where people were given second chance, but some just have to blew it.

*ruffles own hair* Man, I detest it when Kaoru gets into one of her nasty angsty mood.

Or is it me? I’m weird. I’m merely crapping. Ignore me if you care for your sanity.

This question popped into my mind a while ago:

What is the one thing that everyone does everyday, ever second, on the same time?

Well, the answer should be growing older, but I begged to differ.

It should be making mistakes.

*Sigh* I did some major mistakes today and I feel contaminated. Not that I’m saying I never make them and that I’m perfect; I’m nothing near it. It’s just, I never make something this big.

I was mindless and tactless. Anachepely, as my mom said.

What did I do? Well, that’s a bit personal, so keep the question to yourself. I did a MySpace account and the identity is so against myself.

I’m not being a genius here, I know. Please, tell me something new.

I’m just so glad I was chatting with Kamel while doing it. She sort of knock some senses into my abnormally thick skull, so, yeah, I kinda appreciate her for being there back there.

Mistakes are a very unusually common thing human does every other second that is wrong and against his belief. Call it error, wrong-doing, fault; it means the same.

ALLAH said in His holy Al-Furqan which means:

Sesungguhnya jika mereka ketika menganiaya dirinya datang kepadamu, lalu memohon ampun kepada Allah dan Rasul pun memohonkan ampun untuk mereka, tentulah mereka mendapati Allah Maha Penerima Taubat lagi Maha Penyayang. [An-Nisa': 64]

I’m… *runs*

Rasulullah said:

Barangsiapa berbuat dosa, sedang ia mengetahui bahawa Allah mengawasinya, maka dosanya diampuni, walaupun ia tidak meminta ampun. [Found while reading Imam Ghazali's Mukhtashar Ihya' Ulumuddin; an interesting read.]

I can’t put them [my feelings] in words…

Fudhail bin Iyadh said:

Istighfar tanpa berhenti dari perbuatan dosa adalah taubatnya para pendusta.

Am I a ‘pendusta’? I don’t want to be…

A muallimah once said:

Tidak mengapa buat silap, asalkan kita menyesal dan tidak akan mengulanginya lagi.

Am so regretting this…

The Malay saying goes:

Sesal dulu pendapatan, sesal kemudian tidak berguna.

So useless…

I regret it. I feel so … urgh. I need to Solat Taubat now.

p/s: I plan for this to turn out into a poem, but I suppose I’ll give it a miss tonight.

I hate it when people call me ‘girl’ but I don’t know how to spit it out… God, help me.

My Usrah group gave me a birthday present. Dude, I’m touched.

It’s a red star-shaped analogue alarm clock. Beautiful and practical. Just the perfect new addition to my cute-stuff collection.

Aka-san [Mr. Red] also comes with an AA battery. How thoughtful!

Come to think of it, they gave me a clock. Is there any underlying message? [Such as: We know you're a genius, but please be on time!]

But my sister said; "They wanted to say that: Atiqah uses loud alarm, but she never woke up."

Go to my profile and check the picture of my dresser-top. Try and see if you can locate it.

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I have been a naughty student yesterday. Why? Well, I skipped tuition. I’m not sure whether or not it was intentioned, but I took a teaspoon of cough syrup an hour before I was supposed to get ready for tuition.

You know what expectorant diphenhydramine does; it causes drowziness. So, yeah, I fall asleep and woke up at 1730.

Blame the cough syrup, not me. *ducks and run away for safety*

Well, it’s 1319 now. I’ve got another class at 1430. Better get ready.

Have a great day, everyone!

p/s: Watched ‘Swordfish’ yesternight. It was great.

p/s 2: Checked Khidmat Negara online for the 2008 intake. Result was negative. I was a bit crestfallen, but Mama was glad. I like PKN.

p/s 3: Apology if I use too much of ‘dude’. It is Jensen Ackles’s character’s trademark in the hot spinning Supernatural.

We all have friends, do we not? You might call them colleagues, buddies, mates, acquaintances; but truth be told, they are all the same.

Regardless of whether we acknowledge the fact, friends are annoying at times. They messed up your mind, add some more problems, and they took away your beloved kertas kajang.

I should know. Nikochan took 6 of mine. I nearly threw a cyclone during Math class.

Either way, one must ask the big question: What are the differences between FRIENDS and BEST FRIENDS?

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "DAMN! We messed up!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Won’t tell everyone else you cried… just laugh about it with you in private when you’re not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad…here’s a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story…

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will tell off the crowd that left you and tell you they are losers.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I’M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: studying buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

So, once a best friend, it is for life. You can’t bail out, no matter how hard you try. If you’re afraid of the commitments, DO NOT get involved in the first place.

Good day, minna-san!

Quote of the day: ‘I love you’ is eight lettered-words. So is ‘bullshit’.

We studied Biology today, the most sensitive and interesting yet laughable topic ever: Reproduction. [a.k.a Chapter 4]

We talked about the subtopic Premenstrual Syndrome [PMS]. Well, it’s basically a female condition that occurs during a week or two before their menstrual cycle.

During this period, they’ll change a little physically, mentally and emotionally due to the imbalance of oestrogen and progesterone in their body.

The results? Utter discomfort that could lead to irritatibility, headaches, abdominal pain, mood swings, etc.

Muallimah Hanani told the class that, "Awak semua kene tahu condition ni, and kenelah faham kalau ade perempuan yang tetibe je mood berubah. Janganlah pergi marah dia pulak."

Class laughed.

"Nanti, nak kene faham keadaan isteri awak jugak, kan? Betul tak, Ubaidah?"

Class rocked with laughter.

FYI, the KP is the centre of all jokes nowadays. You should sit in class and just laugh at all the jokes cracked at him. But we did it not out of disrespect, please.

For added info, I found this piece of phrase while reading online: PMS is every woman’s right to be a bitch.

Aptly spoken? I dunno. I do think we can control ourselves, regardless of how high the oestrogen level is.

Good day, people.

p/s: I’ve been missing my Friendster blog. I plan on writing on the 29th July, but I was stuck with my wallowing in self-pity so, you know what happened.