Open Your Eyes

what else do u want???
thr are lots of signs around us...
wld u keep yourself ignorant from all the signs?

everything will be kept hidden, unless you decide to find and reveal it~~

Open Your Eyes


Look around yourselves
Can't you see this wonder
Spreaded infront of you
The clouds floating by
The skies are clear and blue
Planets in the orbits
The moon and the sun
Such perfect harmony

Let's start question in ourselves
Isn't this proof enough for us
Or are we so blind
To push it all aside..
No..

We just have to
Open our eyes, our hearts, and minds
If we just look bright to see the signs
We can't keep hiding from the truth
Let it take us by surprise
Take us in the best way
(Allah..)
Guide us every single day..
(Allah..)
Keep us close to You
Until the end of time..

Look inside yourselves
Such a perfect order
Hiding in yourselves
Running in your veins
What about anger love and pain
And all the things you're feeling
Can you touch them with your hand?
So are they really there?

Lets start question in ourselves
Isn't this proof enough for us?
Or are we so blind
To push it all aside..?
No..

We just have to
Open our eyes, our hearts, and minds
If we just look bright to see the signs
We can't keep hiding from the truth
Let it take us by surprise
Take us in the best way
(Allah..)
Guide us every single day..
(Allah..)
Keep us close to You
Until the end of time..

When a baby's born
So helpless and weak
And you're watching him growing..
So why deny
Whats in front of your eyes
The biggest miracle of life..

We just have to
Open our eyes, our hearts, and minds
If we just look quiet we'll see the signs
We can't keep hiding from the truth
Let it take us by surprise
Take us in the best way
(Allah..)
Guide us every single day..
(Allah..)
Keep us close to You
Until the end of time..

Open your eyes and hearts and minds
If you just look bright to see the signs
We can't keep hiding from the truth
Let it take us by surprise
Take us in the best way
(Allah..)
Guide us every single day..
(Allah..)
Keep us close to You
Until the end of time..

Allah..
You created everything
We belong to You
Ya Robb we raise our hands
Forever we thank You..
الحمد الله
Alhamdulillah..

TANGGANG RETURNS

Salam wbt...

in an email forwarded by my friend~
give it a go, and think!

* * *

Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize~

MUST READ TO SAFEGUARD YOUR VERY OWN FUTURE.*
A TASTE FOR THINGS TO COME??????

Have read this before and it is definitely worth having another read.....
15-year old Singaporean girl's winning Commonwealth essay!

A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16-> 18-year-olds, has
won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52
countries...

In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of
Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and
won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.

Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants, focused on the
conflict in values between an old lady and her independent- minded daughter.

'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West
struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people
in my country,' said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants
to become a lawyer and a politician.

Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving
and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel
consequences' .

The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain 's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising
the competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa

* * * * *

What the Modern Woman Wants... By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it
careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap,
afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with
trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch
the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned
her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver
mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation' , 'Assets', 'Investments' ... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.

Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television.
She was speaking in an American accent.
The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval. ..... 'I absolutely
cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as
she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping
onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the
phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.. The mobile phone hit
the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She
calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter..

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching
to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of
problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and
important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering
what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the
same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful
digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.

'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman
cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling
her, how an English name was very important for 'networking' , Chinese ones
being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the
ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was
referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence
meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The
old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence.

The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked
almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old
woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.
Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and
stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's
side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,'
she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she
knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these
years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a
young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a
swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her
love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man.
Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her
roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She
gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me
only because I affect her happiness.. A young woman does not want to be
hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss
stick into an urn of smoldering ashes.

She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her
daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she
came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb,
bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a
girl. Her husband had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby
who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied
to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have
everything she ever wanted.

Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never
have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a
great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A
woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to
speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be
like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away
from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.

She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who
openly defied her, calling her laotu, old fashioned... . She wanted her
mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered
why she had prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent
prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the
girl's roots and now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of
her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so
ephemeral, that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion
boutiques and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for
nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman
but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt
paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes
and prayers for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates.
She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and
worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one
way to go from there – down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a
packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for
worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and
expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own
gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she enslaved to and
worshipped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped
counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly
suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a
teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.

Modern woman nowadays, the old lady signed in resignation, as she
bowed to the east bone final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays
want so much that they lose their souls and wonder whey they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her
daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched
on her daughter's face.

An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of
her wants looking for the one thing that would sown the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove
along the highway, this time not to fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. "I don't know how to put this.
Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big
house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer
willing to pay us seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier
penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road .. Once
we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have
more space to ourselves... .."

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. "We'd
get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once the
maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't
be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing
for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a
Christian home and a very nice one."

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. I"ve been there, the
matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of
old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you, you'd be happier
there." "You'd be happier there, really." her daughter repeated as if to
affirm herself.

This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to
cling tightly to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would
protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into
the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white
seat.

Ma, her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her
mother. "Is everything okay?

What had to be done, had to be done. "Yes" she said firmly,
louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more
quietly.

‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move
there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said
triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt
liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier... She
had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever
wanted; money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother
and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down......

Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and
read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. "Stock 10% increase."
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while
searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen,
the old woman in the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in
tears.

************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *******


So fellow friends, save enough for your old age and don't try to rely on your children.
Your responsibility is to give them the necessary education/training and life after that is theirs.
If they chose to look after you, it is a bonus and thank the gods for it.





so, what do u think? isnt it such a pity??

if only everyone follows the Islamic teaching, such scene would not be happened.

"A MODERN TANGGANG STORY: THE REVIVAL~"

hujan yang turun bagaikan mutiara??

salam wbt...

tergerak hati nak tulis pasal air bah yang melanda cork ni. maka dgn itu, saya membuka blog saya ini semata2 unutk itu(walhal mmg dah lama dah pun tak tulis kan~ T_T")

pagi tadi, saya kayuhlah beskal desa saya untuk ke kelas. OTW, terjumpalah seorang clasmet yang mengkhabarkan berita bhw "college is off" sebab BANJIR hasil dari hujan2 yang extraordinarily dahsyat semalam (sepanjang hari okeyh~)
kemudian, berhajatlah untuk melihat sendiri bah yang telah berlaku yang diwar2kan sangat dahsyat sehingga tiada kelas hari ni~ lepas tengok dan tatap dengan mata sendiri, sah! mmg dahsyat!

jambatan menuju Castlewhite

nih gambar belakang brookfield, nak pegi WGB...
jambatan pon dah tenggelam xnmpk pape dah...

bus stop depan main entrance UCC

di western road lagi...
nih patutnya ada sungai nih...tak nampak dah sungai tuh... masya Allah...

cafe bangunan tepi sungai dekat dgn main entrance UCC - ala..gallery UCC tu~

bangunan yang sama~

tangga belakang Castlewhite...

belakang CW lagi...paras atas lutut jugaklah

depan 'ege kebab'

sebelum saya sambung lebih lagi, mari kita beristighfar banyak2...

* * * * *

HUJAN

bila sebut pasal hujan, mesti kita ingat psl ireland eh tak...pasal samada ianya hujan rahmat, ataupun hujan lebat yang boleh membinasakan.

[2.22]

Dialah Yang menjadikan bumi sebagai hamparan bagimu dan langit sebagai atap, dan Dia menurunkan air (hujan) dari langit, lalu Dia menghasilkan dengan hujan itu segala buah-buahan sebagai rezeki untukmu; karena itu janganlah kamu mengadakan sekutu-sekutu bagi Allah, padahal kamu mengetahui.

dan hujan juga adalah salah satu cara untuk Allah menurunkan bala...

seperti dalam kisah Nabi Lut, apabila mereka melakukan kemungkaran (homosexual, berpaling dari ayat2 Allah etc), maka, Allah menurunkan bagi mereka hujan berupa batu2.... (alhamdulillah~ kita belum lagi diancam dengan ancaman seperti itu...tp, kita kenalah ambil pengajaran kan???)

[7.84]

Dan Kami turunkan kepada mereka hujan (batu); maka perhatikanlah bagaimana kesudahan orang-orang yang berdosa itu.

bukan kaum Nabi Lut sahaja... kaum Ad pun Allah binasakan dengan hujan yang lebat yang membinasakan...

[11.50]	Dan kepada kaum Ad (Kami utus) saudara mereka, Hud. Ia berkata: "Hai kaumku, sembahlah Allah, sekali-kali tidak ada bagimu Tuhan selain Dia. Kamu hanyalah mengada-adakan saja.
[11.51]	Hai kaumku, aku tidak meminta upah kepadamu bagi seruanku ini, Upahku tidak lain hanyalah dari Allah yang telah menciptakanku. Maka tidakkah kamu memikirkan (nya)?"
[11.52]	Dan (dia berkata): "Hai kaumku, mohonlah ampun kepada Tuhanmu lalu bertobatlah kepada-Nya, niscaya Dia menurunkan hujan yang sangat deras atasmu, dan Dia akan menambahkan kekuatan kepada kekuatanmu, dan janganlah kamu berpaling dengan berbuat dosa."

dan Allah bagitau kita lagi~~

[25.48]	Dialah yang meniupkan angin (sebagai) pembawa kabar gembira dekat sebelum kedatangan rahmat-nya (hujan); dan Kami turunkan dari langit air yang amat bersih,
[25.49]	agar Kami menghidupkan dengan air itu negeri (tanah) yang mati, dan agar Kami memberi minum dengan air itu sebagian besar dari makhluk Kami, binatang-binatang ternak dan manusia yang banyak.
[25.50]	Dan sesungguhnya Kami telah mempergilirkan hujan itu di antara manusia supaya mereka mengambil pelajaran (daripadanya); maka kebanyakan manusia itu tidak mau kecuali mengingkari (nikmat).

kesimpulannya, ada beberapa sebab kenapa hujan nih diturunkan (based on dalil2 di atas)

1. sebagai rahmat
2. sebagai bala dan ujian bagi kaum yang melakukan kemungkaran
   
3. sebagai pelajaran bagi orang yang berfikir dan beraqal
   
4. sebagai peringatan bagi orang2 yang tak melakukan amar ma'ruf nahi mungkar (walaupun dorang orang baik~) - evidence lain: hadith Rasulullah pasal ada malaikat nak hancurkan satu kaum tuh, pastu, dia nmpk ada sorang orang soleh tengah beribadah sorang2...pastu malaikat jumpa Allah, dan bagitahulah pasal orang soleh tu. ALlah kata apa?? "hancurkan dia dulu!!! sebab dia tidak mencegah kemungkaran dikalangan kaumnya itu... -awka maqaal-

so, penting sanagt untuk kita semua faham hikmah kejadian hujan dan air bah yang jadi depan mata kita nih~

[6.6]

Apakah mereka tidak memperhatikan berapa banyaknya generasi-generasi yang telah Kami binasakan sebelum mereka, padahal (generasi itu), telah Kami teguhkan kedudukan mereka di muka bumi, yaitu keteguhan yang belum pernah Kami berikan kepadamu, dan Kami curahkan hujan yang lebat atas mereka dan Kami jadikan sungai-sungai mengalir di bawah mereka, kemudian Kami binasakan mereka karena dosa mereka sendiri, dan kami ciptakan sesudah mereka generasi yang lain.

takutlah kita andai hujan dan banjir yang Allah turunkan sekarang ini adalah sebagai peringatan tetapi kita tak mengambil pengajaran yang sebaik2nya.

takutlah kita andai tanda2 telah ada di depan kita tapi kita tidak memohon ampun dan bertaubat pada Allah~ atas apa2 sebab sekalipun.

so, naaak sgt3 ajak semua orang terutamanya diri sendiri. marilah kita muhasabah diri kita. sejauhmana kita menjauhkan diri dari perkara mungkar dan maksiat. sejauhmana kita mengamalkan Islam dalam diri kita, dalam hidup kita walau dalam keadaan kita bukan dalam pengawasan mak bapak kita. betapa kita sedar tak bahawa kita sentiasa dibawah penguasaan Allah... sejauhmana kita menerima teguran sahabat2 kita yang nak sangat ajak kita pada kebaikan. sejauhmana kita memberi teguran pada sahabat2 kita. bukankah peringatan itu bermanfaat bagi orang beriman?? dan bukankah kita mahu menjadi dikalangan orang2 beriman???

wallahua'lam...

saya memohon maaf andai ada yang tersinggung. harap anda semua faham~

marilah kita saling menegur kepada kebenaran dan kesabaran. andai ada yang terasa apa2, bersabarlah...

ingat juga bahawa kita adalah DUTA ISLAM. kita membawa imej Islam pada nama dan pemakaian kita. seharusnya juga kita membawa imej Islam pada setiap perbuatan dan tingkah laku kita... astaghfirullahal azheem~~

an opportunity not to be missed!!!!!

salam...

i wld like to extend this invitation to all, a spiritual journey of knowing urself and the Creator~

Majlis Syura Muslimun brings to u this winter... WINTER GATHERING 2009

SISTERS : 20-23 DECEMBER 2009
BROTHERS : 23-26 DECEMBER 2009

VENUE:
LOCH LOMOND, SCOTLAND

FOR REGISTRATION,
email your personal details to wina_87@yahoo.com

clinical year

salam wbt...

hari ni hari ke 9 berpuasa. cepat sungguh masa berlalu...Ramadhan Kareem~ semoga madrasah Ramadhan ni berjaya menaikkan kita ke tangga amal yang lebih tinggi... buat diri sendiri, masih ketinggalan... tak dapat nak catch up sehari satu juzu'. adakah sebab class dah start? alasan je kan? solat jemaah macamana??? infaq pula???

tahun ni, tahun baru. banyak benda yang dah berubah. rumah baru, housemates baru, system belajar yang baru (dah masuk clinical year). mission dan amal pun kena diperbaharui juga ye tak??

alhamdulillah~ dah masuk tahun 3. cepat sungguh masa berlalu. tick tock tick tock karang dah nak grad pula (insyaAllah~) banyak betul nikmat yang ALlah dah bagi sampai tahap ni. kalau kira pada usaha sendiri, mungkin xsampai sini dah. alhamdulillah3x... nikmat Allah pada kita ni kena sebut banyak2!!!! macam dalam surah Adh-Dhuha~

"dan ke atas nikmat Tuhanmu maka hendaklah kau nyatakan/sebarkan" (Dhuha:11)

jadual 3rd year pon dah keluar. term1 nih duduk dalam cork lagi. tengoklah nanti macamana dengan term 2. CUH-SIVUH-BONS. setiap hospital, sebulan. system tutorial pon dah berubah pada PBL. hmm... banyak nak kena improve. banyak nak kena belajar. moga2 Allah permudahkan segalanya... belajar pon medan jihad juga~

aim untuk 3rd year ni~

1. improve time + self management
2. better communication skill
3. excellent clinical skills
4. no last minute study
5. min 2H for every module

dan tidak dilupakan core business membina diri sendiri dan orang lain.

moga dipermudahkan~





p/s: rindu housemates lama... (T_T)

hidup tanpa cita2

menjadi manusia yang hidup memang senang... andai hidupnya untuk sehari dua sahaja...
tapi, andai kehidupan itu suatu yang panjang dan abadi, matilah jika tanpa cita-cita...

"beribadahlah seperti kamu akan mati esok hari, bekerjalah seperti kamu bakal hidup 1000 tahun lagi" (aw ka maqal) - hadith-

bekerja perlu cita-cita. perlu himmah (semangat). perlu ketekunan.
bukan semata bekerja mencari harta, biar ramai memandang konteks bekerja itu pada itu sahaja~
kita berkata tentang bekerja membina negara. membina masyarakat. membina manusia~
bukankah itu lebih mencabar? lebih sukar? lebih panjang jalannya???

maka jika bekerja mencari harta kita boleh 'plan ahead' melangkaui jangkauan masa dan berangan-angan serta bercita-cita tinggi untuk mendapat ini dan itu, mengapa tidak kita lakukan yang sama malah yang lebih dari itu untuk kerja membina manusia ini?

bukankah harta itu habisnya jadi pusaka semata? kecuali jika dilaburkannya untuk pelaburan akhirat~
dan bukankah baki 2 lagi yang kita bakal bawa jadi bekalan nanti adalah zuriat yang sholeh dan ilmu yang dimanfaatkan???
dan bukankah yang 2 itu adalah bersumber pada modal insan yang kita sedang usahakan sekarang??

membina generasi baru yang 'faham', walau bukan zuriat sendiri...
dan menyampai dan menyebar ilmu untuk manusia me'mahami'~ bukankah ini pelaburan yang untung???

maka mengapa tidak diusahakan sebaik mungkin?
mengapa tidak kita sediakan 'blueprint' rancangan kita?
mengapa tidak disadur dengan semangat untuk 'kaya'???

kerana kerja ini bukan kecil. bukan remeh.

ya, empayar business kita belum ada...tapi, tentulah kita sedang mebina ke arah itu. membina asas dan paksi sekuat yang mungkin, agar nanti tegaknya tak rebah dek tiupan angin taufan, mahupun tsunami...
bukan apa, business kita bukan calang-calang...
ramai yang akan berhati busuk, akan banyak sekali competitors... dan jalannya panjang sekali...

maka mengapa tidak hidup ini disulami dengan cita-cita membina empayar manusia itu???
kerana itulah pun tujuan hidup ini~

...rest in peace...

salam....

well, i believe that many of u have stop visiting this poor blog due to its silence and gloominess... if i am a reader, i'd strongly assume that this blog has come to its end...

2 months full of lessons. and yet... still wondering why am i still the old me?

less than 2 weeks left... have i change anything to this place? to my family?? friends???

i have seen many successful ones. those ahead of me...in every aspects...
and i feel so inferior. that they are far ahead and i am still here, left behind...

i need a push!
Allah gave me lots of pushes...
but i was too ignorant... or should i use the word 'lazy'???

poor me~
i don't even have a point to deliver here...
pointless~~~

-dalam pencarian ruh-