; My faith is with You.

Salam Ramadhan Al-Mubarakah.

It is 5th Ramadhan already. And yet I am still hoping for some kind of tranquility that should be triggered into my mind. However, I am not there yet. Hopefully, this Ramadhan is better that the previous in term of the deeds itself.

Nonetheless, I miss each and every moments of Ramadhan with The Datins. The chaos, especially. When everybody was giving their turn to buy ice or sambal, we survived with the DS food. And there was always the table reserved for us, I meant 16 of us.

Nope, I am not living for my past. I am moving on right into the whole new world. A tougher one this time. Only then, I still need those past memories to guide me.

To all Datins ; Selamat menyambut bulan Ramadhan! Let the memories hold us together. Bonded forever. Jiwang la pulak rasanya. Ah, tak peduli. Saya sayang anda semua ♥


Seputeh Kasih Ramadhan ;
Deeb .

: Kenapa blog saya macam tak laku.

Sebab tuan punya blog sangat busy. Dan semua orang yang mengikuti kisah pahit manis si pemblog sudah merayau di serata Malaysia. Mencari ilmu, mengejar impian. Tidak cukup dengan itu, tuan punya blog juga sedang sibuk mengejar impiannya.

Jadi, untuk dipendekkan cerita pada hari ini. Saya tak mahu berkata bahawa Gordon duduk tepi saya hari ni (Gordon, classmate yang, orang kata hensem, saya tak kata) ataupun, Syasya dengan lagak gaya ustazah mempersembahkan ajarannya mahupun, markah kuiz Biology saya agak boleh kira dengan jari tangan juga ditambah dengan jari kaki ye. Nak juga cerita pasal si Faizul dan gaya orang biru nya.. Haishh. Too many. In fact, there are a lot more in mind.

Adapun sesungguhnya, esok si tuan punya blog bakal menghadapi kuiz Pure Math, ye, PURE MATHS, namun si tuan punya blog seperti tidak sedarkan diri. Dia ingat dia dah pandai. Oh, yeee. Pandai ke? Pandainyaaaaa. ALHAMDULILLAH. Nota ; itu merupakan doa hamba kepada Penciptanya.

Haaa, nak tambah lagi satu. Tiba-tiba tadi terdengar orang bercakap dialek utara. Memang tak boleh piii. It was good to hear such dialect since I've been missing each and every moment of my own in Perlis. Especially the dialect. Oh, yeee, lepas ni boleh dengar dia cakap utara hari-hari. Dia yang nak, saya tak suruh pun. Dia bermakna kawan baik saya, bernama Faizul okeh? Nak tambah apa-apa lagi? Dah, dah, penat dengar gosip, skandal mahupun ketidakpuashati-an.

Saya nak belajar PURE MATH dengan hati dan otak. Diikuti dengar sinar cahaya yang dibekaskan oleh-NYA. Ya Allah, bagilah aku semangat nak belajar Maths ni. Sesungguhnya, Pure Maths itu lebih mudah dan terlebih-lebih mudah dari setiap ujian yang Kau turun, maka berikanlah aku Hidayah ketika menjawab kuiz Math esok. Aminn. Yang lain, tolong Amin juga ye?

Nak nasi lemak. LAPAR :(



Adibah yang bijak, hebat, tekun dan solehah :P

; Point of Inflection

Salam people :)

Math was expectantly horrible. It was like reading math questions in Greek. No,I'm kidding. It was understandably tough. I could answer, yet I could not. But definite I am, if more effort and study were put into action for the past months, I could have nailed it. ( duh )

As tough as being a person with the devils beside you and the angels protecting you. People always mistaken themselves to be really bad without even think for a second of what they are really based from. They always have the choices, the road is actually clear enough for them to make the differ. However, they tend to be lost without any direction. Well, now I think I have not learning enough.

Do keep myself restrain. And it all goes well? It is easy to speak rather than to act. The fact Allah has His plan and beautifully arranged. It was then, I met the HL series of subjects. Note that HL = HIGHER LEVEL. Sheesh. I currently feel uneasy. Now its much lesser though, the fact that I am actually really tired and sleepy (move on la, Amoi!). I hate having to end up things by being silent to each other or whatsoever. I'm way pass that stage, I'm not a kid anymore, things work differently and maturely now. This instant. Well, seems to be inflected.

Pannnng!

That was the very tight slap for me. Serves me right. Get back to your tasks. You should know how to act like 18 and not 8.

Lesson learnt. Now while I'm at it, I guess I should already keep my options open by now. I firmly objected when given the opportunity back then , but now I realize how foolish I was. Take chances, thats how things are going to be like now.

I have decided. I'll lead the life I have always wanted. And I think I'm loving it already :)



Fleeting not flirting ;
Deeb.

; Happy Birthday, Miss Dhiya :)

I need to be be fully bloom :), in fact everybody does.

Salam to all :)

I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to my beautiful and lovable English teacher, Miss Dhiya. She is 24 today! She looks just like one of us. Haha. I'm sorry if I am being such a passive person during your class, teacher.

However, I love the way you handle the class. And. the jealousy of other people because we have our homeworks on the tray. Well, proudly to say, I submitted every homeworks that were given. Plus, I did participated in the class well. Okay, at least I spoke something rather than just being the observer.

Practically, I am really comfortable with everybody here in MCB, my classmates, and the teachers, of course.

The taekwondo practice was a little bit over the limit for me today. I saw two figures of Sir during his coaching and my thigh was definitely loosen its mitochondria function. The speedy touch down stretching was really pull my legs off. Figuratively, imagine.

I need to work harder and memorize all the taekguk. Need Fred and George for some tricks.


Tough ;
Deeb .

; I want to get married.

Salam people.

I watched Nona, the whole story was about WEDDING RECEPTION. In fact, Aleen, Yani, Abe (not sure what is his real name) and I went to the Wedding Exhibition that was held at the MVEC, yesterday. The place was totally catching my eyes. The dais, the bunga telur and even the pictures. And yeah, the smell too, it's rose. A sudden crave of "Oh mama, saya mahu kahwin!" Okay, I know I sound so desperate, stuck in this world of I.B. How could I end myself for something like marriage? At the age of 18? Okay, stop it Deeb. You better get your face straight.

That is my Part 1 story.

It was a great outing despite of all the foolishness that we had been throughout the day. The "Orang Asli" Exhibition, "Pengantin" exhibition, the colourful balloons, G.I Joe and the H1N1 mask... endlesss. Truth be told, Aleen, Yani, Ball and I were the same person back to Beseri again. We talked a lot in the cinema box. We laugh out loud at the food junction until the whole people there stared at us. We just did it, without any purpose.

We talked endlessly about our studies. Their Asasi, Laws, and I told them the whole nice thing about KMB. The very nice thing, such as our very long lost Kawad Day, our perfect date with lab reports, and even the day we spent to plant our tapioca. I know the fleeting was just flying by me. But, the moments we rainbow-ed have to stop.

The future is there for us to grab. Bidding good bye to them, was a very complicated task. However, we had promised to each other to always get our bonded strong in the term of friendship and Datinship. The next G.I Joe movie will be a definite score for us. Until then, the image of them disappeared.

I wore my mask and I do not even care for how the views of people to me. Hey, My friends was sick because of this. Then, I took my step to the bus station. It was packed. Ugh.



I hope I am okay ;
Deeb .

; little update.

Salam and hello people.

It has been a real long while. Ugh. I stuck in KMB without any connection to the outside world. Okay, tipu gila. I have made the decision not to spill everything about KMB since everybody had poured everything about it.

Its holiday now for me, due to H1N1. Oh yea, now I can wake up a bit late than usual. Eat a bit slower than any days in KMB and shower a bit longer than I did in KMB. Sangat cepat waktu berlalu semasa di KMB. Kenyataan ini sangat benar. Waktu tidur umpamanya.

To my darls;
I am doing so good at the moment. Seriously, I did my homeworks, laundry, socializing.. what else? Oh yeah, I go to jemaah, okay. So, don't worry much about me. With my rakan masjid roomate, what else matter?

As such to Beseri people when SPM was showing up, I can see people only to involve in activities with papers and pens here in KMB. Or else, they are actually speeding while typing with their laptops. Okay, aku exaggerate je la. KMB is not that bad. The people defines the place. They have life, not a thy heart. Do not speculate IB students.

More, I am stuck in M09F. To my observation, this class is likely to be active in a practical class rather be stucked thinking about some Plato's TOK theory. I am serious. They tend to be really quiet and passive during the teacher's explanation but when it comes to any open discussion, THEY ROARED. Seemed like everything is wrong to them even though they knew the fact that 1/0 = undefined.

Oh well, again the fate is always written that I should be seated with someone talkative and bright person. Well, there goes my deskmate, HARD. She is just an irresistible wei. Once we have the topics to discuss about, I think I should set the alarm to nudge me. We just can't stop ahh-ing, ooh-ing, or whatever. It's red, people. RED. If you can get me.

Nah, all and all. Its a start for something new. Something that never be expected for me to treasure along my way. A long way, indeed.

Off and on again, I just received a new laptop. And its HP PAVILION DV3. Now, I can reach myself here and there with this new baby. Gahaha.



Especially LAB REPORTS.


Note to self ; Restrain yourself.


Syaaban 12th ;
Deeb .