Here, again.
I am in the month of December.
For some reasons, December means a beginning for me.
Too many things happened in December that I can remember.
December is a holiday month.
Rather than other months, rare things took place only during December.
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I am no longer fluent in writing & speaking in English.
Never mind.
MARA sent me a notification mail regarding money matters.
No worries. I will find a way out about that. Soon.
More and more people send wedding invitations on FB.
Annoying. Luckily, I dont bother to check FB like I used to.
My brother just got married 2 days before.
Unbelievable but I feel happy for him. Very grateful to Allah.
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So, that's it things that happened during December of this year.
I need to do some tedious editing job in choosing the best pictures of my brother wedding.
The best part of the wedding is during akad nikah ceremony.
Everyone almost come to tears when the father in law gave some words
to the bridegroom after akad nikah finished successfully.
Its my name.With some alterations.My life is same like any other human on the earth. Somehow,this blog could not be avoided (trying but to no avail).
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Kesaktian I
Ada manik manik halus dari langit jatuh. Berkilauan, sehinggakan mata menjadi silau seperti ada kilat sedang memancar. Seperti pancaran kilat juga, kilauannya hanya seketika sahaja.
Semua yang melihat kejadian di dinihari itu rasa seperti tidak percaya.
Adakah benar atau tidak apa yang mereka lihat tadi?
Cahaya dikala dinihari yang berbalam balam menambahkan lagi rasa sangsi mereka.
Mari kita lihat siapa yang pertama pergi memastikan kejadian itu.
Setelah hampir seminggu, kejadian yang sama berulang ulang kali berlaku.
Semua orang sudah mula berbisik bisik bertanyakan satu sama lain.
Namun, masih tiada lagi yang berani mencari punca dari mana.
Ini mungkin petanda kesaktian mahu mula bertapak di tempat semua orang itu berada.
Hal ini kerana, pernah satu ketika dahulu ada kejadian aneh berlaku dibawah tanah.
Tanah dilaman mereka mengeluarkan bau yang kurang menyenangkan pada waktu senja.
Apabila malam, kedengaran seperti tanah mula bergerak, seperti pasir dipijak pijak orang.
Waktu itu, mereka semua menyalahkan kilang di kawasan berhampiran.
Kilang membuat kertas itulah yang menyebabkan tanah dicemari dan luar biasa jadinya.
Mesyuarat segera diadakan hampir berminggu minggu lamanya mencari penyelesaian.
Sehingga orang orang jadi muak dengan mesyuarat, kerana asyik berbincang tapi kertas kerja bantahan
masih juga belum disiapkan untuk dihantar ke pihak atasan.
Akhirnya, 3 bulan selepas perbincangan yang panjang kertas kerja berjaya dihantar.
Namun, tindakan yang diharapkan tiba seperti mengharapkan bulan jatuh ke riba.
Kejadian tanah yang luar biasa itu pula sudah mula dibumbui dengan kisah kisah mistik,
dek kerana terlalu lama masa yang diperlukan untuk bantahan kepada pihak atasan.
Pihak majalah untuk kisah kisah mistik mula datang meninjau ninjau keadaan.
Sedangkan pihak berkuasa entah dimana batang hidung mereka.
Entah bagaimana ianya bermula, semua orang mula mengaitkan kejadian aneh ini
dengan kewujudan Tuk Bongkok yang pernah dikatakan muncul menemui orang orang
alim di situ pada zaman dahulu. Kaum kerabat Tuk Bongkok segera dicari untuk ditemu ramah.
Namun, mereka masing masing tidak memberikan sebarang maklumat yang diingini oleh wartawan2
pihak majalah mistik itu. Hanya seorang anak muda yang tampil.
Semua yang melihat kejadian di dinihari itu rasa seperti tidak percaya.
Adakah benar atau tidak apa yang mereka lihat tadi?
Cahaya dikala dinihari yang berbalam balam menambahkan lagi rasa sangsi mereka.
Mari kita lihat siapa yang pertama pergi memastikan kejadian itu.
Setelah hampir seminggu, kejadian yang sama berulang ulang kali berlaku.
Semua orang sudah mula berbisik bisik bertanyakan satu sama lain.
Namun, masih tiada lagi yang berani mencari punca dari mana.
Ini mungkin petanda kesaktian mahu mula bertapak di tempat semua orang itu berada.
Hal ini kerana, pernah satu ketika dahulu ada kejadian aneh berlaku dibawah tanah.
Tanah dilaman mereka mengeluarkan bau yang kurang menyenangkan pada waktu senja.
Apabila malam, kedengaran seperti tanah mula bergerak, seperti pasir dipijak pijak orang.
Waktu itu, mereka semua menyalahkan kilang di kawasan berhampiran.
Kilang membuat kertas itulah yang menyebabkan tanah dicemari dan luar biasa jadinya.
Mesyuarat segera diadakan hampir berminggu minggu lamanya mencari penyelesaian.
Sehingga orang orang jadi muak dengan mesyuarat, kerana asyik berbincang tapi kertas kerja bantahan
masih juga belum disiapkan untuk dihantar ke pihak atasan.
Akhirnya, 3 bulan selepas perbincangan yang panjang kertas kerja berjaya dihantar.
Namun, tindakan yang diharapkan tiba seperti mengharapkan bulan jatuh ke riba.
Kejadian tanah yang luar biasa itu pula sudah mula dibumbui dengan kisah kisah mistik,
dek kerana terlalu lama masa yang diperlukan untuk bantahan kepada pihak atasan.
Pihak majalah untuk kisah kisah mistik mula datang meninjau ninjau keadaan.
Sedangkan pihak berkuasa entah dimana batang hidung mereka.
Entah bagaimana ianya bermula, semua orang mula mengaitkan kejadian aneh ini
dengan kewujudan Tuk Bongkok yang pernah dikatakan muncul menemui orang orang
alim di situ pada zaman dahulu. Kaum kerabat Tuk Bongkok segera dicari untuk ditemu ramah.
Namun, mereka masing masing tidak memberikan sebarang maklumat yang diingini oleh wartawan2
pihak majalah mistik itu. Hanya seorang anak muda yang tampil.
About everything that bother me
Every time I wake up from sleep, it feels like I was crying in my sleep. Unconsciously.
I try not to carry away with this worry.
Sometimes, I read on something that might divert away my attention on this thing.
I am very worry.
I am afraid I might get depression that need some medication from doctor to get heal.
In other mean, mental illness.
Please God, no.
I will try harder to be as positive as I can.
The no 1 problem is money.
The no 2 problem is everything.
Since no 1 is too much to handle, that makes everything looks impossible to solve.
Please God, make things- 'everything' lighter and lighter.
If the wind blown from the east, it will carry away those 'everything' to many places.
Many places far far away from here.
That 'everything' will eventually landed and grow on suitable soil.
That 'everything' will grow as beautiful plant have you ever seen in your life.
So, no more tears in my sleep.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Delay. Delay.
Well. Well. Well.
My prediction about whether is miserably wrong.
The sun shines and the temperature shooting. up.
Luckily, I am in the room with 25 Celcius.
Yesterday, I listened attentively to previous master result presentation.
Somehow, the presentation made me cringing for help inside.
Hopeless about my very sluggish journey lab works.
I started my day today fully motivated and focus.
I want to get on with my lab works.
NO MORE DELAYS.
Bad news.
The machine and the kitchen will be available on the 2nd week of November.
What the fish?!
It is already NOVEMBER, for God's sake.
Dang!.
I try to console myself by writing my Obesity book and aim to start reading for literature review.
By that, I will be fine with 2 weeks delay of lab works.
Anyway, Happy eidul adha to everyone.
I have been watching and listening about Haji Mabrur on the tv since last month till today.
My prediction about whether is miserably wrong.
The sun shines and the temperature shooting. up.
Luckily, I am in the room with 25 Celcius.
Yesterday, I listened attentively to previous master result presentation.
Somehow, the presentation made me cringing for help inside.
Hopeless about my very sluggish journey lab works.
I started my day today fully motivated and focus.
I want to get on with my lab works.
NO MORE DELAYS.
Bad news.
The machine and the kitchen will be available on the 2nd week of November.
What the fish?!
It is already NOVEMBER, for God's sake.
Dang!.
I try to console myself by writing my Obesity book and aim to start reading for literature review.
By that, I will be fine with 2 weeks delay of lab works.
Anyway, Happy eidul adha to everyone.
I have been watching and listening about Haji Mabrur on the tv since last month till today.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Rainy days. Serious headache.
I am longing to write poems.
To feel when the poems come to you.
Then, writing the words on the paper.
It just...very beautiful experience.
Especially on these rainy days.
Last time, when I was in Australia, rainy days reminded me home.
I developed writing poem habit every time I felt homesick.
But, here, I unable to write any poems any more.
I would like to write something else here.
But, I don't feel like to write it now.
To feel when the poems come to you.
Then, writing the words on the paper.
It just...very beautiful experience.
Especially on these rainy days.
Last time, when I was in Australia, rainy days reminded me home.
I developed writing poem habit every time I felt homesick.
But, here, I unable to write any poems any more.
I would like to write something else here.
But, I don't feel like to write it now.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Alone Thursday
Everyone is not in the postgraduate room today.
Everyone has their own business.
Meanwhile, I am actually should not be here.
My place should be in the kitchen.
Baking again and again till finally get the success recipe.
I am expecting I to get to it in only 2 weeks, which is absolutely ridiculous.
And, I never thought my co-supervisor comment will be very harsh to be digested.
AN UGLY TRUTH i tell you.
A TOTAL FAILURE.
I snap. And post it to the FB.
Sounds very like this.
SERIOUSLY. I HAVE TO SHOUT OUT LOUD THIS TIME.
Please do not criticize my biscuits with extremely mean comments.
I am actually feeling like to cry but at the same time slap that face (which include my supervisor).
This is A LOT OF HARD WORK to do. Argh.
.
.
.
.
.
And, it does not make me feel better. But, almost giving up actually.
Everyone has their own business.
Meanwhile, I am actually should not be here.
My place should be in the kitchen.
Baking again and again till finally get the success recipe.
I am expecting I to get to it in only 2 weeks, which is absolutely ridiculous.
And, I never thought my co-supervisor comment will be very harsh to be digested.
AN UGLY TRUTH i tell you.
A TOTAL FAILURE.
I snap. And post it to the FB.
Sounds very like this.
SERIOUSLY. I HAVE TO SHOUT OUT LOUD THIS TIME.
Please do not criticize my biscuits with extremely mean comments.
I am actually feeling like to cry but at the same time slap that face (which include my supervisor).
This is A LOT OF HARD WORK to do. Argh.
.
.
.
.
.
And, it does not make me feel better. But, almost giving up actually.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Gila mencabar
Saya sedang mengerah diri menulis buku di carrel room di perpustakaan.
Buku apa yang saya nak tulis.
Buku untuk menguruskan badan.
Sungguh mencabar.
And, sitting in carrel room does not help at all.
This carrel room is very similar to a small prison.
Rasa pengap jer kepala ni.
Buku apa yang saya nak tulis.
Buku untuk menguruskan badan.
Sungguh mencabar.
And, sitting in carrel room does not help at all.
This carrel room is very similar to a small prison.
Rasa pengap jer kepala ni.
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