Skip to main content

Shine'Er... (Ignore this title)

 Astaghfirulallah al'azim...
..well.. I guess that's how I should begin my post from now on.. I find myself ranting on unnecessary stuff lately... and I hate the fact that I'm doing that in this precious month.. what's up with u kiambang?

Crit.
After four consequetive days of pretentiously working hard.. I'm feeling extremely exhausted, not that I'm sleepy.. well, I did get enough sleep last night.. which was quite unusual for a night prior to crit... but my brain currently shuts down...  another crit is coming tomorrow... heaps of work to get done... =.=

Ramadhan.
Half has gone.. hopefully not wasted. This very heart is in dire need of consolidation.. this is it..my opportunity.. really hope that I could get enough of it in this very month...

Yusuf.
I listen to the tafseer again and again... well, don't misunderstood me... All surahs are surely comforting and important.. but since I don't have that many tafseers dowloaded... and internet is surely limited... AND... I feel such a fond and unusual connection to this surah... I keep coming back to it...anyone.. anyone who understands would surely benefit from it.. and that's surely true... from the first ayah till the final one.....

Forgiveness.
I've done so many mistakes in this life.. for what is left.. I just wish for forgiveness.. from My Lord the Oft-forgiving.. and from u...whososever is reading this..

Good.
I want to be good... in His eyes...and in ur eyes~

"O Allah! I seek refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow, weakness and laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and from being oppressed by men...ameen"


 ................................................................................




I guess, this got nothing to do with the post.. hee...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Asrama

Oh, my dear nephew is enrolling to Maahad today. Oh, I could see his murky face when he kissed me goodbye… Sorry dear, makcik tak hantaq, malas nak menyempit kereta… the thought of being sent away from home for the first time must be dreadful… oh, I know it well… masuk asrama memang tak best. Anyways, you’re a boy, you must do well… It reminds me of my first day being away from home. I rushed for a shower the moment I saw my ayah’s car left the school yard. It was still early for a late noon shower, but all I wanted was just to cry (out of anyone sights, since that I found shower is a great place to shed my tears)… haha… I couldn’t sleep at nights, found it so hard to make friends and follow the rules… For a year, I scribbled everywhere a note ‘ adik nak balik, adik benci asrama ’… wishing that my parents would read and get me out of there… hahaa… Oh, I made it through though… Eventually, a bunk bed did give me some good sleeps, I made lot of friends….oh, but I never really succeede

Transition

Sometimes I wonder if I would still blog after I go back for good since it always turns out that I don’t really blog whenever I return to Malaysia. I’m back in Melbourne again. Despite everything I said about this place. I'm always thankful that I’m studying here. 8 hours is long enough, can’t imagine going further. Let alone going back during a short winter break like I just did. Haha… However, regardless how good Melbourne is, coming back here is never easy. It is not the place, it’s the transition. Travelling is tiring. Yes, like yesterday, I had to take two flights, one from Penang to KL, then KL to Melb, it is a lot more tiring for someone like me who could barely sleep in a plane. That’s why I enjoy traveling during the day and taking a window seat. I enjoy day dreaming while staring at those fluffy white clouds. Haha.. Weather change changes everything. I had never went back during winter before. So that was my first time experiencing an abrupt change from a

Creepy Me in my Poems

For the first time in my architecture-life, I'm bringing my poems into architecture. What's more interesting is, I use my poems in their original form, by this I mean, in Malay language. Now everybody in my class knows how Malay language sounds like. ahaha... The project is pretty much investigating the space between poems. The atmosphere of hearing two poems recited simultaneously. Sounds that make space, space that's defined by sound. Seriously, I don't really know how it'll work out... but hey, just having some experimentation with stuff a bit off-architecture... a break from my headache major project. Plus, I kinda enjoy making people listen to my poems without expecting them to understand a word... rather then, reciting to a bunch of people who understand but couldn't 'appreciate' them... and yeah, I receive some flattering comments from 'mat-salleh' course mate like... "when something is well written, even you can't understand it..