Just Cabbages. *hurl*

If i see another head of cabbage I might just vomit.

Whoever invented the cabbage soup diet? I mean, on the offset, it seems to be do-able

"All the soup, fruits & veges you want, diet and never be hungry!" - oh well, apparently, you get sick of the soup after just one day and i never knew how addicted to sugar I was.

Sad thing is, its only my 3rd day. 4 more days to go. I just might not make it thru this cabbage mess. h.e..ll..p.

I cant even exercise properly. Is it all just in my head? I shud stop being a wuss and just suck it in:

I am Hadthiah. I can do this shit.

Hear me slurrrrrpp my cabbage soup.

*GOD HELP ME*~

Call me Miss Jiggles.

That's right, Miss Jiggles.

*sigh*

I need to lose weight.
Today was my second Shahbandar trip in a row.
Must lose 3 kgs by end of month.
Must not have belly flab.
Must look like Jessica Alba.

Must Must Must....
Not be Miss Jiggles.

*waves*

(Yes, my arms are flapping~!)

Open up your plans and damn you're free~

~Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours~

Feels good to have my feet dig into the warm sun and the breeze carry my hair everywhere. :)

~I tried to be chill but ure so hot that I melted~

Lady Leisure Extraordinaire

Yeap. that's me.
Or, in laymen's term: Lazy ass.

It's officially been a week since i got back, and with the whole drama of falling ill and my body detoxing from harmful chemicals only exposed to self when in the campus... It has just been me, the internet and the duvet. (and a pail for puke and tissue mayhem everywhere)

Planning to go back to work for a bit perhaps. Have to go back KL in mid Jan to arrange for new place to stay, Desa's getting wayy too pricey for the average person.

Hmm...
Hopefully I can strangle out enough dough for my planned trip to Singapore and Penang before the semester officially begins.

I take donations!!
Leave me a message if you're interested to domate
$10 & above only!
hahahha

Missing, missing and missing...

My Desaria People.

Weird, but true. Was always saying "I wanna go home~" to Liza and SYazee and whoever would listen to me when I was in KL.

Now that I'm back home sweet home in Brunei, I kinda miss Desaria. Well, the "people" in Desaria atleast.

On a whole different note... I need to get my ass whooped back into shape. Pronto.

Successfully managed to procrastinate exercising for almost half a year. And on a 26 year old, It ain't flattering. I wud've been abled to pull this off 5 years ago, even 2 years ago. Now... *shudders* You wouldn't wanna know.

In the meantime, shall leave you with photos..

Last PR class for the semester

Liza, hard at work in my "Favourite" Multimedia 7 lab *grins*

My pathetic attempt at Badminton

First meal back in Brunei - JOLIBEE GOOOOOOD

Sushi Tei!!!!

So Long No Exercise.

My muscles are no longer limber.
Was having lunch at uni when I saw two African dudes playing badminton in the plaza. Thinking I could match their so-so athletic capabilities, I strolled up and asked if I could play with them for five minutes.

5 seconds and one badminton racket later... It was my ass that's being kicked.
Sad bit was, the guy barely moved from his spot and I was a running mess.

This calls for yoga marathon sessions and daily 5km jogs.
When I come back in February, am gonna go find the guy and ask for a re-match.

I WANT A REMATCH!!
huhu...

In the mean time, I just want to day dream *smiles*

*WAVES*

So Happy I'm Hopping

Assignments ALL DONE.

Exams ALL OVER.

How can I possibly not be happy?

This was written a few weeks ago, when all the workload seemed impossible. When small hurdles seemed like mountains (yes, i can be so dramatic like that) huhu:

-Troubled-

These are nights
when moonlight pierces,
interferes
my deepest inner sanctuary.
Memories worth a quarter of a century
violated
through darkened navy midnight skies.
These are nights,
when the moonlight seem to blind
and the stars glimmer with mock.
Nights,
when moonlight - cruel and raw –
unearths
what hurts the most
and its starry companion
blink back with jeer.
These are the nights
I sleep - uncertain and lost - in fear.

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Bubbles of randomness

I feel the urge to write.
But i don't have a single coherrant string of words to make into a poem, nor anything sufficiently memorable to write down.

I feel slightly depressed. I blame Liza.
She's always harping about how depressed she feels, it's rubbing off on me.

Usually a drizzling Saturday puts me at peace, but today, it seems to just be mocking me. I feel depressed.

My emotions are pulped up, smashed, beaten, torn.
No particular reason, just one of those days. *sigh*

I feel like shouting, but i dont have anything to shout out.
Screaming, but my voice betrays me.
Crying, but I'm not saddened.

Cheesecake might help. Perhaps?

My no teeth smile, he says...

Webcamming On MSN with Eric:

Eric says:
then u can't smile
Tir, says:
i can do the no teeth smile
Eric says:
no
Eric says:
no
Eric says:
no
Eric says:
like orang gila
Tir, says:
i think its endearing
Eric says:
no
Eric says:
STOP
Tir, says:
gee.. it cant be THAT bad
Tir, says:
exaggerating much?
Eric says:
maybe u ask ur friend
Eric says:
lemme know what they think
Tir, says:
of my no teeth smile?
Eric says:
yeah
Eric says:
APE
Tir, says:
U ARE MEAN
Tir, says:
hahahha
Eric says:
hutan borneo
Eric says:
original
Tir, says:
gila!
Eric says:
if u have botak hair definitely orang utan
Tir, says:
hahahha
Eric says:
don't do too much
Eric says:
after u get used to it
Eric says:
then god help u
Tir, says:
u can stop being mean
Eric says:
lol
Tir, says:
hahhahah lol

Hutan Borneo Original??

Hahahha, god help me indeed.

The Tir,

xoxoxo

It's a beautiful dawn

Been a while since I woke up before what it seems like the rest of the world.
I love watching the lights go up through other people's windows as I watch from a careful distance, wondering what it must be to be in that person's life.
Do they wake up with the same daily worries as mine? Do they stretch in bed before they turn on their lights? Miss somebody the moment they awake?

A security guard was watching me from below. Probably, doing the exact same thing... wondering what makes other people tick. What the individual world is like when each awake from temporary death. Unlike the rest of the people I watched from my balcony, he smiled and gave me a good morning wave.

I quite like that - having a stranger say a mumbled "hey, how're u doing?" or just a little wave, however insincere it may be.

Morning light is starting to filter thru now. It's beautiful.
More lights are on. Are they doing assignments? Making breakfast?

The Tir,

xoxox

I miss jogging.

Pound, pound, pound.
Knees bending, locking forward.
The world blurs in slow motion
even as I accelerate in steady motions.
It deafens, false silence.
Except for the
pound, pound, pound
of my heart beat,
of my footsteps.
My worries become
beads of prespiration.
My breath, fast with desperation.
It's calm - almost euphoric.
Temporary relief, mind & body in sync.
Nothing, but
Pound, pound, pound.

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

And still breathing under my mountain of assignments.

I've yet to study for my exam tomorrow. :(
erk..

Lately, the mortality rate among students at Uni has shot up. Just this week, two students passed away, perhaps of an accident. It is sad. To see young lives go.

The problem me thinks is the lack of proper structure in the car rental services here. ANYONE with an ID can rent a car. I mean, what if the student does not have a valid driver's license. The worst part of it is that these students might not just end up endangering themselves, but also risk the lives of other road users too.

Recently after returning the car keys back to the person I rented a car from:

Me:

Oh, i need my ID back from you.
Car guy:

Okay, wait.. *opens up drawers and pulls out a HUGE pile of student IDs*
Me:

Wow, good business. You got THAT many cars to rent out?

Car guy:

No, some of them died already. Some of them in jail. They all owe me money.

I was saddened by his response. I guess its all about the bottom line for these people.

*tsk*

Off we went...

My sunday in pictures:

Liza, trying to hit me with a crab cracker at Fatty Crab

Didi: I'm too cool to wait

Lunch served & polished. Crab? What crab?

Oooo.. It's Halloween in OU.

Me: Di, u shtink...

Jack O lanterns are sexy. haha

Midnight photo sessions at the Putrajaya Bridge (no.1)

Our designated driver, all the way from Brunei!! SURPRISE!

Teaching Liza the "Sailor Moon" pose. LOL

Nas: Ure not channeling ure inner "Putrajaya Bridge" are you?

Putrajaya Brindge Numero 2.

"Oh, I feel faint in the presence of your masculine lines"

It's time to go into the light now.

Time to BUAT KERJA..
Off to campus.
xoxoxox

I missed Singapore

So, my pre-planned weekend trip to Singapore had to be cancelled due to some last minute plan changes.

*boo-hoo* :(

Been busy with a few things, but had an interesting Sunday yesterday. Will post up photos and anecdotes later. Have to run to campus.

*Booo-hoooooooo* I WANT SINGAPORE NO SIGNBOAD WHITE PEPPER CRAB!!!!!!!!

Last Night, I Laughed till 3am

On MSN with Siti and Didi:

Upon seeing my MSN profile picture (me jumping off a couch)

Siti: Eh tir.. telanjang kah gambar mu ani?

Me: Behapa tah ku kan betelanjang? Hahahha

Siti: Mana tau kau tesliur

Didi: Melumpat lagi tu!!

Later on in the conversation:

Didi: Gitau tia pasal limau ah.
Siti: Tir tau kau sudah apa erti Limau?

Me: entah.. apa? Oren?

Siti: Salah!!!

Me: Apa tah?

Siti: Tigau campur duau

Earlier that night with Syazee and Liza:

While watching TV8's ad search for a VJ.

Liza: We're too old to audition. 18 - 25 only lah.

Me: Hey, I can be 20 and you 23

Syazee: You guys should get fake IDs

HAHAHAHAH LOL!!!

Bah agatah kamu menjual kacang.
Apa erti Limau?
kweng kweng..

The Kutir,
xoxoxox

The broke & the Shopping

Mix like oil & water. *sigh*
As usual, am procratinating work by hanging out at Liza's and now, browsing through ebay. I have the strongest urge to go shopping. But, I'm with the financial crunch on the monetary front.

A girl can dream and browse ebay. It's free too.
(in my warped mind, I've bought 5 tops, 3 vintage Dior bags, 2 new Oroton purses andddd.... a 24-inch-waist super skinny jeans.. yes, I'm a 24 in my imagination)

I wrote this limerick a few weeks ago, after watching Santa Clause3. I don't know, but father time and mother nature both give me the creeps. So unassuming, yet volatile:

Father Time and Mother Nature,

naught much but made-up potent wicked creatures.

For he - all knowing and wise - in time would wither us down

And she – pretty as rainbows - would crumble earth if scorned.

And should the two combine, Oh, what would be our future?

(Perhaps, but blackened ashes in the ground.)

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Note to self.

Sometimes, I forget to say thank you. Forget to reminisce and appreciate. Forget that the people I care are, like myself, only human. Forget that to forgive is also to start clean. And I forget, that hardships act as a gentle reminder to correct ourselves.

I'm glad I have a hand to hold.
& people I love who love me too.
xoxoxox

Oh, Doctor!

1.00pm:
Dizzy and out of breath
1.30pm:
Practically gasping for breath after climbing just 3 flights of stairs
2.15pm:
Felt on the verge of blacking out, airways felt constricted.

*At this point I panicked and rushed to see a doctor. Bronchitis? Pneumonia? Collapsed lung?*

At the clinic..

Doctor:
The assistant says you cannot breathe properly? do you have asthma?

Me:
*shakes head*

Doctor:
Okay... *Takes out stethoscope and starts listening to me breathe*
Hmm... *brings stethoscope to my upper abdominal area and listens for a very long time*

Me:
*bangang* (where are my lungs? Have they collapsed and laid lifeless down there?)

Doctor:
*frowns* Girl!!! Please don't skip meals ah. You must eat properly. Actually your lungs cannot take in much air because your stomach expanded... because there's so much trapped gas. Your gastric isvery bad! You must eat!

Me:
I eat more than 3 times a day. And I cannot feel the gastric pain.

Doctor:
Yea, you cannot feel the pain... Even worse, you just cannot breathe.
You better start eating, no need always diet diet. Just eat!

Me:
Okay, I'll try making it 8 meals a day instead of just 6.

Me thinks it might be stress giving me gas (hey, it rhymes) hahha...

so remember kids:

NO NEED DIET DIET!!! JUST EAT!!
xoxoxox

I Make Party Hats Rock

Mari mengeja bersama Kutir:

S.U.L, sul.... T.A.N, tan.
Apa itu murid murid?

Yes, at 26, I still make party hats to wear as a diversion from my crappy as stale bread Malaysian History presentation on colonisation and the Malayan Union.
But, atleast my rendition of a sultan's crown looks kinda neat
(and god knows it was a hellota fun to make compared to my drama presentation)


Keh keh keh.. one presentation down, 2 to go.
This calls for more party hats!!

*Royal Wave*
xoxoxox

Headaches, Weird Dreams and High Stress Levels

I think these three are interconnected. Stress gives you headache, you pop in a dozen pain killers, and you get weird dreams.



I've not had one so vivid and real as last night:



Instead of continuing my studies in KL, I was somehow back in Melbourne living at the house I used to live in, 1/115 Riversdale Rd. Hawthorn.

I drive an old beat up red Toyota Corolla, and I bring my stuffed dead cat (Ain) with me everywhere (I told you it's weird).



One cold winter night, I decided to go to Coles to do a late night grocery run. So off i went in my car, driving happily, petting the dead cat when suddenly i could feel its heart beating and body warming up. I stopped the car and watched a dead cat come back to life.



And come back to life she did!!



Guess what was the first thing I did?


.... Well, I quickly added cat food and kitty litter to my shopping list!





Isn't it weird?


And just to clear things out.. NO, I DID NOT STUFF MY DEAD CAT. hahahha


But I do miss her :)

Me and Ain, Hari Raya 2007

I DREAM

To end my tears

of echoing emptiness.

To stop my fears

of failure and worthlessness.

To shun from the hate

In her eyes and in their eyes,

from the hollowness of my fate

Escape my daily cries.

The battle of the unloved.

Our screams unheard

I dream...

of being loved

-Hadthiah Hazair-

It's 10am and I just got back from a night out with Wani, who's in KL for a business trip.

It was nice to catch up again over girly chats, giggles, exquisite middle eastern dinner, business talk, belly dancing performance, creepy HBO movie and just plain good company.

Sometimes we forget the good times we've shared with someone until we relive it again.

Wani (L) and I, during our Business reporting days together. :)

Much Love,

T

xoxoxo

SHTRESHEDDDDDDDD...

*pulls hair*
*drinks coffee*

It's almost 7am and little miss Hazair hasn't a wink of sleep.
Noserrie Ma'am!!!

Got class in 2 hrs, so little miss H needs more caffeine in her system.


OH!! I am stressed... really, truly, depressedly stressed.

WHY?

I had to re-do a WHOLE portfolio.

BECAUSE I LOST MY PENDRIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A portfolio done over a spread of ten days, squeezed into 8 hours...

To rub salt to injury, the little miss has 3 presentations to complete over the weekends.

JUST SHOOT ME!!!

*Pulls more hair*

Look who's in town!!!

It's Little Miss Kay, ofcourse!!

After class yesterday, off I went to see Kay.. who was put up in grand style at the Marriot. And in turn, treated me in equal style to Planet Hollywood. Thank you for bagels and dinner, Kay!!

As an ending note, I took a great photo of Kay under the LV boutique logo outside Marriot. I just wanted you all to know that.

But...

I'm too lazy to nick it off her facebook. hahahha.

China's 'M' Crisis...

In PR class yesterday -

Lecturer:

Can you imagine being at the forefront trying to rectify a crisis as huge as China's "M" crisis?

Class:

.... *quiet* ....

Lecturer:

Do you know what the 'M' crisis is??

Mei Anne:

MONEY!!!

Lecturer:

Do all chinese assume M is for money? It's Melamine crisis lah!

Aaah, the beauty of racial harmony.

Only Asians can laugh at Asian racial jokes w/o feeling insulted.

I love being Asian!!! hahahhaha LOL. Because M afterall, is for money.

Ooohh.. I'm looking forward to next weekend. Not only would the bulk of my assignments be over with, but I'm also scheduled (insyaAllah) to meet Hana in Singapore for a makan-makan holiday! YEAYYYYY....

Aren't we a happy bunch? We are! We are!
Much Love,

T

World's Best Procrastinator

One of the more precious rarer moments - apartment's recreational park serenely desserted - yesterday unfolded a truly spectacular lazy, rainy sunday afternoon.

So peaceful was my Sunday, my assignments took a back seat too.

I am afterall, the world's best procrastinator. Truly.

This cute poem is from Harold & Kumar

(for MY number three)

Square Root Of Three

I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun,

as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! Just what is this I see,

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg-

Morning, Morning Glories!

Aaaa.. I feel crisp and new today. My viral gastroenteritis' better *ewwww*
.. and my mind is clearer from all that sleep i had yesterday (and the purging might've helped a little as well).

Here's a "cute" twist to a not-so-chirpy Business News agenda:

Iceland for sale on E-bay!! And bids are starting from 99p.
Hahah, mind you, should you be the winning bidder, the financial environment is somewhat rocky.

Last friday its has already reached 10 million pounds!!!

Okay, maybe it's poor taste to be laughing, what with Iceland facing national bankcruptcy and what not ---

“No more caviar and brut champagne,” moaned Haukur Magnusson, a contributor to The Reykjavik Grapevine, a popular alternative weekly magazine. “No more imported Kobe beef and foie gras. We are once more at the mercy of our Icelandic fish, which come in three categories: dried, salted and rotted.” (-Watts R, The Sunday Times. Oct 12, 2008-)

Well, let's pray not. It'd be sad to see one of the world's wealthiest nation fall into the grasps of the financial recession.

Ayat Ayat Cinta

Aku ingin menjadi yang halal buat mu. Yang kau kecup kening nya... Yang kau hapuskan airmata nya.

-Dalam sepucuk surat buat Farhi, Ayat Ayat Cinta-

I've always thought Soal Hati and Pretty Woman were the all time best love stories. I was wrong.

Indah nya cinta dalam Islam...

*sigh*

A more private piece.

Personal Jihad

I am not

strong enough
not good enough, just,

never enough.

My sobs, always hushed

hidden by dim moonlit nights

my attempts, always

blinded

by Borneoan sunshine -

bright and raw

scathingly hot.

Attempts that are just never enough.

Attempts that will never see

when night

will bring dancing starlights

and day

the smell of Borneoan soil rejoicing in sun.

I am not

strong enough,
to stop -

trying, crying, praying -

these attempts

for as long as this heart beats.

-Hadthiah Hazair-

Festivities are a reason to ... (part 1)

... Flaunt our inner camera-whores.

And dont u dare deny it!

Photos taken by various ppl and their cameras during hari raya.

Kaka & I @ home first day of Syawal

House numero uno 2nd Syawal - Kaka Meta's

With the hostess with the mostest - Zimah's open house

Sayang & I posing (well, I was anyway)

3rd Syawal started off with Kaka slaving off in the kitchen for our open house

With Mr & Mrs Kurapak :)

Qilah

My boys

The adorable Xit and her not-so-adorable Zaky *hee hee*

My colleagues from BT were the first to come for the open house. But, I was in such a daze, I forgot to take photos.

Thanks for a memorable Syawal 2008.

Back to Uni

in roughly 18 hrs time, I'd be sitting in Lecture Theatre 1, making sure that my seat is well hidden from the lecturer's view so i could doze off to lala land and back.

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO canteen food.

SO LOONGGGGG raya open house binges.

Flight leaves in 3 hrs. Would you like to trade places?

Alhamdulillah, the raya this year was great, albeit quiet. I loved every single inch and kgs I gained (roughly 2.5kgs and 100000000 inches).

Mostly, I loved being back and spending stolen moments with him. :)

Will post raya photos once I get back to my apartment in KL.. am gonna savour what's left of my Raya here for now.

*waves*

Hari Raya...

Hari Yang Muliaa~
~Semoga kita~ Berjumpa lagi~
Di hari~ yang Muliaa inii~~
Selamat, selamat~~ Harii~ Rayaa~

As much as i'd love to take credit for how lovely this turned out to be, it is the tukang jaga ayam's idea and handywork - also affectionately known as my little brother - si A'An.

Lights off

A'An: "Kak, cantik kan kalo gini?"

And some pictures from yesterday...

Me and kaka before heading off to Nini Boy's

Zimah @ nini boy's

InsyaAllah, will post up more Raya pics after my open house tomorrow. Hope I'll see some of you guys :)

Mohon maaf zahir & batin,
T
xoxo

Hello October.

Many of my dearest and closest celebrate their birthday this month.

OCTOBER BABIES

As October creeps slowly,
all but ten months late.
Babies born on libran's horn
into the arms of October's grace.
Said to grow in justice's path
wise and wittiful
clear and beautiful.
Strumming heart strings of
the lion's child.
Friend, muse
roaring amused.
Amazing 'tis, how true
the beauty they posses.
When the tenth moon shyly smiles,
the lion child purrs aloud

a show to greet her October babies
all that their hearts desire.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

Happy birthday Reena, Hana, Rohanni and Shaheeb. I love you guys much. Didoakan murah rezki dan diberkati Allah selalu.

xoxox

It's red. It's got spunk!

The W660i :

(hopefully, it won't share the same fate as my previous phone)

And it's reasonably priced too!!

I always tell people I don't see any good sense in spending more than $300 on a phone. :) Yea, I'm a scrooge like that, so shoot me..

These are Rose's first few photos. (yes, her name's Rose. Rose the red spunky W660i)

Abandoned daughters for sale!!
My parents have left for Perth for Eid Celebrations, leaving sister and I alone for Raya :(


Ka Zy (in Blue): "Hari Raya Promo - Buy 1 free 1!! Buy me for just $3 and sister comes absolutely free!!"

"Here I come to save the day~ Mighty Nas without friends!~"
Me and Ka Zy: "Our Hero!!"

Mighty Nas: "Fret not ladies. I shall save you from the clutches of desertion"
Me: "*gasps* are you strong like Popeye? Can u fly like Superman? Will you wear Captain America's suit? Aiyo kita kawin, bang!"

Huhuhu..

Much love,

T

xoxox

Silent Prayers

Repeated whispers of your name
echo inside me. Bellowing.
Ever knowing I am insufficient
to be deserving of your grace.
As my forehead touches ground
palms on earth, face down.Wondering,
would this be the closest
I’ll ever get to thou?
Murky waters lay beneath,troubled,
my soul drenched and sin-dripped.
Would you ever grant me – filthy, blemished –
a place in your nirvana?
O’ draw me strength
to fight my demons. From the turmoil,
o’ help protect me. Shine.
If only just a sliver of hope,
may I be worthy of your blessings.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

As Ramadhan enters its final stages, the mind can't help wander if the soul would still be encapsuled in body for the next holy month... InsyAllah, will meet again with the next Ramadhan.

Amin.

Footsteps of Yesteryears

This one's from way back when I was 16.
Sadly, am unsure who or what I was writing it for.
Maybe with time, it'll come back to me again. Meanwhile, I do hope you'd enjoy this piece.

Footsteps of yesteryears,

the laughter and the tears.
Joy filled days of unseen love,
rings my bell of current time -
for you, I thank the stars above;
melodies- can you hear my heart in chimes?

This dream an odyssey you made,
cast a spell upon and set storms calm.
To brighten your day the sun I would steal,
a kiss I grant upon and love you shall feel.
Hear now and hear tomorrow:
Footsteps of mine that takes away sorrow.

-Hadthiah A Hazair-

MMmmmm.

It is good to be home.

*smiles*

Stolen pictures. I'm Excited!

No, not about the stolen pictures...

I'm excited cause tomorrow night I'll sleep in the comfort of home. And there's no place like home. Dorothy would know, she told me so :)

These photos fwere nicked off Fikah's facebook. heheheh... From when we had sungkai at Sunway last sunday.

After Sungkai, all five of us: (L-R: Izman, Fikah, Me, Diddy and Dede)

Wait.. where's Dede? hehehe

As you can see, was shamelessly happy to be inbetween the d-d's. huhu

Song stuck in head:

~Hiasi diri indah, riang kan hati gundah~
Bersihkan jiwa~~~ sesuci lebaran~
~Agar sempurna amalan~ Berdoalah insan~
di pagi raya... moga moga terampun Dosaaaaaa~~
-Siti Nurhaliza, Sesuci Lebaran-