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I Must Have Been Dreaming



LORD.

I'm totally dumbstruck with this. My own idol really visited my blog? that would be so -----unimaginable------ I've never reached 2,328 visits in a day (which was on 27 October 2011)! That wouldn't be happening without kak Dian's tweet. When I was being melodramatic, I tried to cover my face with everything I could find in front of me because of the *blushing* moment. But actually, I was smiling behind it:
And this is how anyone would likely to react after saw that picture/read my confession.

 Thankyou so much for kak Dian, 
and everyone who has visited my blog :3 

p.s: my twitter is @vivalamode  @milaanzib 

The Year of Blu

How I wished time could stay still while I'm blogging... I've been away from this activity for many amazing reasons Allah Have Given me these past weeks. Some are college stuff, and the other is because I've got stricken with two illness at the same week, both came on Saturdays. Firstly is the pain I feel on my calves, and then I've gone through appendicitis surgery. All the inconveniences I felt at the first time are replaceable with the cognitions I feel these days. I've been learning, experiencing valuable lessons I couldn't learn either at college or school. Alhamdulillah ya Rabb. I started to realize that these inadvertence (which I'm currently experiencing) are really like 'something', something really wonderful that even human can't engineer. I constantly can't stop thinking about all these amazements about the life I am in right now. But now it's all about how I take, and process all the 'gifts' that have been given to me. Honestly, I'm still  technically disorganized in objectifying things. I'm on my way learning these stuff. So many precious things I haven't figured out which I couldn't say one by one. But the one I truly am touched is by the love of my family, how their attention and affection is endless.

Aaaaand yesterday! I received the package of a dream of my life (ha! sounds exaggerating). Yeah, the wonderful scarves from Maysaa which came in navies and creams were safely arrived to my -(well actually my parent's)-(but actually Allah's)-(none of our belongings are 'actually' ours)- home -(intelligibility, my parent's home). I've been dreaming about this moment all day long since I had ran out of the black version. Thanks a lot to my papa who has ordered them for me. (#nowsinging My heart belongs to daddy - Lisa Ekdahl). Not only the happiness of the cuttings and fabrics that gave me, but also Maysaa's service which I could say: "it's all good".
Yes, I am pleased :)