Periods of Change

It was a blissfully wonderful day today. I had a gotong-royong with my housemates in the morning. We went for a jog at 5 pm at college. It was enjoyable. I felt refreshed and healthy. I drove my friend's manual car and gladly I did it after so many years. Finally! And right after Maghrib we had a tazkirah as usual.

My life revolves around my housemates during this very final semester. Apart from the practicum session, socializing with them build my confidence. I develop sympathy, tolerance, patience and understanding in living with them. The days were very essential for me to improve myself. Oh how I treasure this experience! Here's a glimpse on our pics when we had a jog. (Some of my housemates were not in the pic; I'll upload them next time).

Camaraderie

Classes were blissfully wonderful today. I had Professional Development, Women in Literature as well as Lit for Children and Adolescent. I had fun in class with all my friends. I felt great when they are around. This semester is our final semester and everybody seems to cherish every moment.

I was without my handphone for thee days. And it felt disastrous. Since I was vexed by the handphone man whom I sent mine to, I faced him today with all my courage. He asked me to wait until Sunday! What on earth?? I asked him to return my handphone and that was it.I didn't say a word to him. I ignored whatever his reasons were for not fixing my phone at the promised date.

I went to another shop. Alhamdulillah, my phone was fixed within a few hours. They also treated me well so it was worth paying them $60. Then my car was summoned for parking.Oh, God. What went wrong? I went to pay it but the counter was closed. Actually there were too many things happening to me lately. Hope things will get better soon.

January 19th, 2010

Today.

There got classes.

Glorious smiles.

School.

And a past relationship.

Then I cook.

I'm fatigued.

Yet satisfied.

And then I ran.

And fell.

And slept.

Goodnight, world.

Have a brighter day tomorrow.

And a lighter heart.

Apologies; in advance ~

I am the girl with chronic pain,
I am the girl who moans and sighs,
I am the girl, who sits alone.
And cries.

Ya Ilahy..
Kemanakah bisa ku bawa diri ini..
Kemanakah harus ku nyatakan hati ini..
Kemanakah harus ku sandarkan keluh ku ini..
Hatiku menghiba..
Jiwaku merana..
Aku rasa kehilangan..
Hilang yang teramat sangat..
Engkau tahukan Ya Allah..
Bertapa aku perlukan-Mu..
Mengharap pada-Mu..
Aku tak mampu hidup sendiri..
Tanpa Engkau..
Aku tiada apa-apa..
Kerana aku ibarat..
Burung yang kepatahan sayap..
Ya Ilahy..
Di saat ini...
Di ketika ini..
Di waktu yang bersisa baki ini..
Aku teramat mengharap dan mendambakan pengampunan-Mu..
Tiada lain yang ku harapkan..
Kerana dengan pengampunan serta redho-Mu..
Hidup ku di berkati..

Tolonglah Ya Allah..
Tolonglah aku yang teramat lemah ini..
Ya Ilahy.. Andai syurga tidak pernah ada untukku..
Aku berharap Engkau sentiasa ada untukku..
Andai syurga tidak pernah tertulis untukku..
Aku berharap aku akan terus menulis nama-Mu di hatiku..
Andai syurga tidak Engkau redho untukku..
Aku berharap redho-Mu sentiasa mengiringiku hingga hujung nyawaku..
Ya Allah.. Degup jantung ini sentiasa mendamba ampunan-Mu..
Setiap alirannya mengalir cinta pada-Mu..
Disaat dosa itu terus berlansung..
Hatiku umpama..
Di remuk..
Di cincang..
Di campak..
Di buang..

Akulah yang menzalimi diri sendiri..
Terimalah aku kembali Ya Allah..
Terimalah taubatku..
Bersihkanlah aku Ya Allah..
Izinkanlah aku menjadi hamba-mu yang di redhai..

Rude Awakenings of Jane Austen Addict - a story ~

I have always been a fan of Jane Austen. I love many things about literature especially this one. Other than reading and learning a few novels of hers throughout my studying years, I watched a few of her films too. There also got one movie from her fanatics (can''t remember the title- oh yes, it's 'Jane Austen Book Club') which I also watched a few years back. And yes, weeks ago I discovered something; club or any of that in one blog (can't remember whose blog- see, I have serious weak remembrance!) about Jane Austen addicts.

Though I like her literature works, I do not support her in a way that she is a feminist. I don't know why. Perhaps its because we cannot favour only one party. Life should be balanced. However in most of her works, I admire the women in there. Other than beauty, they represent many other wonderful little personalities. Am I right?

There is a st0ry ~

There is a story behind this cat I held. To make the story short, there were two cats I've found in my old garage (thought probably someone had thrown them here).I played with this one in the picture for the last few days. The other one- I found it dead today after returning from class. For the first time in my life... I buried a cat. Can't describe the feeling. It was sadness. Its body was very fragile. And still warm too (I think). Guess she will be fine over 'there.'