childish experiment

i woke up at 3ish-am, found myself lying on the sejadah and still covered in telekung [praying clothes]. it's sahur time :)) mr.bofwen went back to his kampung, so i had to eat ALONE*pout*.

i was clicking here and there, checking the facebook for anything new and *evil grins* untagging photos that weren't suppose to have 'moi' label.

then, i saw a message from mr. BFF. he gave me an advance birthday wishes as he is leaving for umrah this evening. awwwwwww, he remembers. thooo tweeeeeet! god bless him.

i told him to pray in front of Kaabah that i'll get through these thousands of small hurdles to handle this one BIG challenge (G-R-A-D-U-A-T-I-O-N). amin.

hopefully he'll remember to do that lah!
because i truly believe that whatever being said infront of Kaabah will be granted. insyallah.

the last only time i've been to Tanah Suci was looooong time ago. mind you, i was just a curious 11 year old kid at that time. (arwah) grandmother pesan-ed soooo many times not to think/said any nonsense infront of kaabah. i was contemplating on praying for either a brother or a sister as mama's fifth child. then i got bored because i can't see the result there and then - mama will only bersalin next year!

so i thought, hey, let's try something else!
i came across the idea of praying for the lost of my sandals. but i quickly erased that thought. *knocked the head* apa deiii!

guess what? yeah, someone curi my sandals. pfffffftttttttt. and poor mama, she walked barefooted from the Masjidil Haram to the nearest shop for a new pair of sandal.

no thanks to me and my evil mouth!