Wrong move

Bismillah.

Mood: Ohoi,,,, Sdeyh nyer dalam hati sebab tak dapat balik rumah. *lagu P.Ramlee di'M.DaudKilau'kan.

Music: When the rains fall down

Okey, I had to admit that I do have a sense of regret right now for now listening to Husna's advise. She will probably smiling with I-told-you-so face if she do read this post. Yeah well, I deserved it. HUH. Husna had been asking me for four to five times whether I want to join her for 'balik kampung'. Sadly I said NO. I am not sure to myself what was the reason for so-called confident answer padahal aq nak balik like crayyyzeeee! Last night, I called Husna who was on the bus, and she informed me that the ticket is sold out. What a news.

Laptop. 

Virus. Why. Virus. Why. 

I just format it lat December, now I have to re-format it again. Again I told ya. This is what will happen when a beginner in gadget-world being assigned to take care of a lappy. Destruction. Errr.. Hopefully not. Amin, hopefully not. 

Abangman is at home now, if I went home, the probability of problem will solve is 99.9%. And this Sunday he will return to Shah Alam which might take quite some time for another return-home. So, again, I regret it. My technician is gone!!!

What's made it worse is, I forgot that this Saturday is Kak Cik's birthday. 2nd of June people! Argghhh... And since Cik Sura, my lovely aunt, was at Kelantan, they plan to celebrate the birthday trio this Friday, oh, it is tomorrow! Waaa..... Sdeyh sumpah sdeyh. Nak jugak join birthday party ramai-ramai kat Rumah Maa. Mesti best. Both of my elder and younger sisters birthday. And I miss it. *crying. 

Background laptop dah dalam mode berkabung. (tak percaya tanya Amni ngan Nabila). And tomorrow, black it is. Babai.

A single step

Status: Just finished watching 'Wake Up Sid'

Music: "wake up Syifa"

Life is a journey. Journey means that you are either walking or running. Non-stop, because when you stop, that would be the end of your journey. Along the journey, you left your footsteps behind. The footsteps became a sign or a proof that you already had passed through the path. It is good to look at it sometimes as in it becomes a reminder but certainly not good enough for you to obsess with what you had accomplished. 

"Learn and keep on learning."

Subhanallah. The world is so beautiful and beautiful is very subjective. People can describe beauty in term of the scenery, the people, the creatures, the food, the street-arts, the ocean and yet everything. But what is so special about the word 'beauty' is the way you imagine it in your mind. 

"Mind is the most devious, rebellious part that we all possess."

What is so beautiful about the world from my view?

Chances and opportunities

Yeah, SPM is a 'pisang-goreng panas' issue for today and I can assure that it will continue becoming a 'hot' topic for the rest of this week. But I would not talk about it of-course. "Result aq xder laa gempak maner pon jika dibanding dengan hadek-hadek zaman millenium skang neh". Enough, SPM was a nice-written, certified history by MOE, and to think about it, how are we who once a spm candidate, so stressed answering questions then circling the right answers, wrote a long, 'vocab-gempak', 'berkajang-kajang' essays during the examination. Masihkah kau ingat?

Back to topic.

We all said that "I have faith in Allah". But do we really, I mean really visualize on what we claim as our faith. Again, faith is a huge word. We tend to say something that we know but unfortunately we do not understand enough. 'Know' and 'understand'. They give different meanings. Don't get me wrong here. They both are equally important. We are not able to understand if we do not know. They are intertwining. 

Chances and opportunities. They are not free, they are not luck. They are rezeki. Rezeki do not always come with just prayer, they require hardships. By hardships, sacrifices are included. Therefore, prayer intertwines with hardships leads to chances, opportunities (if only if Allah permits). Hypothesis accepted.

"Yeah, yeah,, I already know about this. C'mon everyone know about this. Since when do you give lectures?"

Am sorry, what I had written is basically for me, myself. If I enthusiastically give lectures, it is for me. Because, I am a forgetful girl. Always repeat the same mistakes. Mistakes are not meant to be repeated, because each of them only happen once. If you are doing the same thing over and over and over again, it is not a mistake. Is is a habit. BAD HABIT. So, where is the lesson? *slapped

I personally am so afraid with tests, just give me any test, for sure I will started to cringe or worse crying inside. Questions will pop out of my mind. Why and why. During that moment, rational is no longer I am. Does a slave deserves to question her Master? The answer is I, again, forget that I am actually a slave. To who? You know who.

Clarification, thankful, grateful is the most important. Alhamdulillah. 

We may forget to say it, but don't forget to 'feel' it.

Hadirkan diri sebagai hamba. Hamba kepadaNya. Bukan hamba kepada keadaan mahupun dunia.

Takbir Allahuakbar!

If only you see it

Bismillah.

Mood: I'm confused. Yeah, I truly am.

Status: Lots and lots of things going on nowadays which weakened me to death *being dramatic. I feel so weak.  Dear Lord, I'm sorry and ashamed for my misbehavior. 

I went to arabic class. As for you to know I am a member of Arabian fellowship now. So, I entered the 'beginner class' and I felt no ashamed to admit that I have to recall all the basics again. The last time I learnt arabic was when I was in form four in order to please myself with the mumtaz certificate. And I got it. But today, I felt like I have nothing in mind at all about it. Who to be blamed? It is I. I felt like if Ustazah Fatimah Noriah was acknowledged about my arabic, she would be so disappointed in me more than I felt to myself. 

Ashamed on you girl!

Dear Blog *I am thinking to give my blog a name, And it is VP. Stands for Van Persie. 

I really need to polish as well as sharpen my English. I am a terrible English learner. I do not even have the courage to use this language which I had already learned for almost thirteen years of my life. Why is that so huh? Is it because I am lacking of reading? Yes, I have to confessed, I am  never a bookworm. I felt bad to myself for letting me into this messed. I should do something. And I must start now!

"It is never a dream-come-true if all you can do is dreaming. Do something to make your dream is real to life. Then only would there be a happily-ever-after ending."

~Author of VP~

So, Syifa, you know what I remind you of everyday. WAKE UP!

Pick the wool, cover your ears

Bismillah.

Status: Thanx to Kak Adah for the Dunkin Donut. It is very sweettt and I seldom take a very sweet food. I never eat any decorative donut before, because it changes the way how the original donut should be. I love it the way it is, plain donut with sugary sprinkle on it. But demi Kak Adah, my dearest sister at Ky, I was more than happy to have it. Thank you so much. ^^

Having my day reading, observing the 'hot' issue which brought up by Mat, about a person, who made a fake profile which named DFZ *that was just his initials. I didn't know what were the purpose he made the profile up, but a thing that which was obviously shown he wanted to confess his feeling to one of my best buddy. But that was so lame.. Pehal laaa kacau orang dengan fake identity. I knew the actual identity of him, but I won't tell. Because I thought people would be surprised to know who he was. 

Dear Mr DFZ, *if you are reading my blog because I knew that you own one

Please stop disturbing my friend. You will not get to her closer by doing those unreasonable things. How shame. Be a gentleman will ya?

Now is one and something o'clock . My ears are hurt. Sometimes people can talk about something that even you feel ashamed to talk about it with your mom. The inappropriate words, the laughing, gossiping, and all the westernised conversation ripped my heart to pieces. =(

I love Ky. But I can't tolerate loud, noisy thingie at night. Very late at night.

One year and half to go. Pray for me.

"Allah sentiasa bersama-sama hambaNya yang sabar"

It made me upset =(

Bismillah.

Today is the first day going to class for this second semester. However I received one upsetting news. Have you ever heard anyone said "No matter how hard of difficult a subject would be, but if you have one awesome teacher, you will enjoy learning the subject" ? It is true, really true. That is what I feel during my Biology class. The most awaiting class everyday is Bio. But it won't be the same anymore........

Sob3

My favorite Biology teacher, Mr Vroege said that a new teacher will take over my class starting on the next Monday. I was flabbergasted by the news. Frankly speaking, every each students in my class were like "Wha-t??" Is it saddened me right now. I really enjoy the way Mr Vroege handling our class with his sarcastic jokes and the way he marked our homework with his own extra notes added to our paper. Saddddd............

"It is not like I am living the college for good. I am still here, 100 percent,  and anytime you need me, I will be here in Bio lab 2. Furthermore, it is you who will be leaving me to UK and Ireland soon and you will definitely not be going to stay by my side forever right?"

~Mr Vroege's words after he saw our gloomy, sad faces when he delivered the news.

I think I have to get use of it. What else can I do. Although I really hate this so much, Allah knows the best for me. He has a better plan for me. Look on the bright side Syifa.

Kesedihan menimpa-nimpa diri. Sabarlah. Sesungguhnya, Allah sentiasa bersama-sama hambaNya yang bersabar. Amin.