My bus departure time is going to be at ten tomorrow morning. 24 hours left before I step off my home, undergoing other unpredictable journey of my life starting on Dec 3.

Just now I had to replace back my guppies that I made a trial for their breeding experiment on the previous day to their original place. However, the trial was not so bad. The mothers gave about four bright little fish birth that I could not identify their gender since they are too little to recognize. They seemed to hardly mingle with others at the moment I evacuated them into their original pond. But the next couple of minute, it made sense. They did very well…well done, my guppies!!! Well done!!!

Long I stood at the pond side, having a look at those fish, trying to adapt their ‘new’ environment. And it reached glorious eventuality. Thus, those fish had been one of my exemplary of hard works all this while. These fish also had posed me long-live calmness and happiness since I was schooled of the moons ago.

For future plan, I have made my mind to make additions of some bigger ponds besides educating students in schools. I would like to be the biggest exporters of various types of guppies, if possible. It is understood that every great success comes from great boundless energy of work. And that struggling enthusiastically is the only solution to meet the reality of my aim. By the way, keep on your works!!!

oNe DaY LeFt...

Thinking of one more day left before I make my steps to return back to UNITEN, I can feel an oncoming loss awaiting me. But I still cannot anticipate what it is going to be…what actually it would be???... Haven’t I lost in the dream from the time being? I just cannot put it onto paper.

The whispers keep on questioning me without a gap of time. Have I utilized time to the fullest??? Is there a staggering improvement in myself after all…. the whole breaks? Have I put myself in controllable discipline towards my time management as being taught by Madam Fatimah and Miss Eliza formerly? Have I???

Usually in my life, the last five days of any holiday’s breaks would be the worst of all. And it does… when all UTP members have been having their final exam finishing up their second semester. And that poses a dull and boring phenomenon. I just cannot have a ‘walkie-talkie game’ anymore since they are all in critical area of stress. Disturbances are not my nature of life…but sometimes, it has to…but not this time.

Every time I feel I have lost the scenarios… who am I? Where am I? What is this place? For what nature I had been placed here? When is the end of the world? Does Mars help us to bear increases in human population of the existing Earth? It happened so many times since my period of adolescent about 6 years ago. Thinking backwards, that’s just six years!!! I can count it with my fingers. It is only six fingers used!!! But during the long period of time, so many things happened…bad and encouraging memories…or either one…or neither both… I have been wondering all this while... When is the end???

...rEaLiTy Of LiFe...

I felt so tired the whole day… my forehead seemed to be gradually warm and warmer then and coolness took over both of my foot. But the thing became worst when it came to evening at about four and so forth before I swallowed a spoonful of liquid medicine. Not sooner than that, I felt awfully sleepy that I decided to have a long nap so as to feel better when the night appeared so that I could continue my English works. And now it makes sense!!!

Three days left for me to pack my belongings before facing gloomy eventuality that I have to return back to my place of pursuing my studies in UNITEN. The time moves by itself and keeps moving without any delay. Anxiety fulfills each part of my heart. Adrenalin seems to be emitted double than usual. Sometimes, I felt it was a big mistake that I went back home. I just do not want to have grieved anymore… and be sad all the time… it is very painful!!! But I have to… for my family.

It sometimes touches my heart once I have a look at the old photos of my family. Formerly we had a nice daily life... and also a nice fighting… Now everything is going to be the opposite as I have to separate myself for my Physics foundation course at UNITEN… and too my brother who had already been in Cairo for his medical course. I still remembered my Mom cooking ‘daging merah’ for our dinner together with all members of the family with no exception of my stepsisters and too stepbrothers. We all seemed very happy as we played and had a very nice and wonderful journey together… it has to be learnt that from the time being everything has to change!!! It has to...

Today’s morning when I woke up, I was surprised by a SMS (short message system) that I received. It was from one of my best friends, also my god brother, who has been pursuing his studies in France in engineering course, which asking me whether I got his SMS or not… For me it got a deep meaning as I sincerely admitted that we did never be so close before…never being that…

“Is it a dream? ...No!! No!! It is a reality”…My heart kept telling me the truth that I was not dreaming…it was a real one…but it was not easily acceptable…I made my steps to the bathroom and took a bath. I was still thinking about the current occurrence the time I bathed. Isn’t it so weird???

It was about a quarter to seven when I decided to read yesterday’s News Strait Times for the second time. But it made no sense. Nothing much I gained from the active reading…nothing…”I must keep the phone away”…but nothing much I could do. I could not make it away from my desk. Was it a sin for not replying his? Had I broke the “ukhuwah” that we built all this while?

Overcoming with emotion, I got it in my hands, holding tightly… I could not drop it… it was a friend…not just a friend…it is going to be more than that…nobody could feel what I’m feeling right now… I just miss him so much!!! But life must go on. “Don’t think too much about the pastime ravaging you…be flexible interchanging your life style for the better”. The peculiar whisper was there. It was my heart telling me.

sUcCeSs DoEs CoMe...

Great efforts will turn out with great success…that’s what I always remind myself each time I fail to achieve certain goals I had set in mind. It is a natural scene to see a person with a great achievement after being so hard work in his or her reality of life.

My friends always say to me that I am a very lucky person since I always get what I want. But I expect they do not know how hard it was to meet with success. I always remind each of my friends of the former school. “Don’t ever try to give up. Keep on working hardly and never feel disappointed if there is a failure somewhere. Try to address the discouraging factors that always seem to drop you down” so that you will feel better of your life when you know those critical things especially when you meet the solutions”…

Success can be gained at any part of your life but schooling systems have given you high opportunity to proof your actual talents that schools have introduced you a lot of competitions challenging you enough. However, be remembered not to overextend yourself… hieve certain goals i great success...

tOdAy i DrOvE mY...

Today I drove my whole family to the Batu Burok beach. The beach still looked as same as it was two years ago. Nothing much changed except for the food stalls which became more and more compared to the previous year…and the cleanliness level was not compromised from the time being. The wind was so soft and cool that anyone could not feel it somewhere else except at the beach. It is better to say that the east coast beaches are the best place for relaxation for the locals after hard works during the daytime.

groaning in pain...sAdNeSs FiLLiNg Up...

Get away from me!!! Get away!!! I just don’t like that!!! But my fingers were still handling themselves filling up the YM form…the ID number and password.... even if it was not my initial nature. “Isn’t it true??? Isn’t it my purpose???” Sometimes, I wonder… Knowing that I’m online, two person tried to have chit-chat with me…furthermore, it was my god brother…actually my god brothers who had posted me “hi awak” and the other one “buzz!!!...salaam” of their word-typing respectively that I could not miss that. It is not easy to have chit-chat with them…still I hate that!!! Really hate that!!!...but my initial desire was not so strong to fight that thing…we spent approximately half an hour in there, nevertheless.

But it was not really bad as I pushed myself not to express the phrase “it’s quite a long time since we met”…never wrote that... I pushed myself to a thinkable topic but still in my brain his white smooth nice-looking face. With an instant speed, I ask his opinion about one of the latest issues arising from the UMNO conference recently…the debate of teaching science and mathematics in English Language instead of in Bahasa Melayu, the previous option. Would there be a staggering change of the language used for the time being of present generation or in the future???...we continued then.

But we stopped for a moment...”but it should be forever!!!,” I said to myself… Chit-chatting with no end…I hate it!!! But blessing God, however it came to an end. Anyway, I like to thank him so much as he was being the first person to be my ‘sifu’, who had taught me on how to deal with the computer programmes in eighteen years time…not…not really…he had introduced me the YM itself…huh…a bit deep regret… But I want to see him again…hopefully…as my god brother forever…and forever.

a JoYriDe...

I rode my old green bicycle (now it is my sister’s possession) for a joyride around the paddy field. I passed the old small wooden bridge which is commonly used by the locals here to get to the neighbourhood village. Once I had used the bridge to fish together with my little brother when flooding occurs as the paddy field overflowed its bank…but that seems to be a long time ago...since I was in Form 4…still a memory!!! huhu…

sTiLL wOnDeRiNg...

Driving my Mom to one of the hypermarket in Terengganu namely Sabasun, I still suffered deep injuries from the past memory. Looking around east and west sides, all places seemed to have glorious memories following the follow-up developments in this urban area…everything has to meet changes whenever it should…almost everything that I could see from the time being…and so am I…

Sabasun is one of the biggest markets in Terengganu that always seems to be overcrowded by locals in this state when weekends arrived…but at the present, it seems to be attended and overcrowded with no exceptional days till it is closed at the night. Merely want to buy packages of ‘karipap’ for our daily breakfast, my head was at the opposition held-area; I did not think too much on today’s buying. Holding tightly a blue basket in my hands, I kept looking people around with no exception of the cashier manning each counter in front.

“What such a woman manning the counter with boundless energy??? Even I myself could not behave the same as what they were doing…carrying on packing things with non-stop mode…it must be a dire tiredness and dullness especially when it is going to be a very long queue of people…what such a woman was that??? Where were the men??? Are them being ravaged its quantity by the huge presence of women???...

hardly beaten..

I said enough!!! Such ‘silly’ whispering is still playing in my mind, causing me a painful headache right now…hah!!! It’s too hard... Enough!!! Enough!!! Enough!!! Again I remind myself for not to easily give up.

“Don’t ever try to drop me down”. I always say that…always behave the same. But this time, it makes no sense nevertheless. I need someone to talk to with the exception of my mother and little brothers and sisters. But I do not ever want to burden my friends with my personal problems. I don’t want my friends to feel what I’m feeling right now. I don’t want them to be part of that. It is too hard for them. These Sadness and dire painful agony will never end…never end.

Sometimes, I would say that friends are very ruthless towards me since they bring along a lot of destructive memories making me always sad and sad for a very long-period of some time ago when recalling takes place. Accompanied with the soft songs especially those with natural equalizer like ‘Cinta Pura-pura’ by Ezlynn and ‘Mungkin Nanti’ by Peter Pan makes the situation become worse sometime that I would overcome with emotion in tears. However, friends play a vital role in making this life not a dull one…we gather…we play…and we disperse…I hate that!!!

aLL pOiSoNoUs...dON't EvEr TrY to DroP mE dOwN...

Having chit-chat with friends may help you reduce dullness and pose no stress among yourself.

By the way, a lot of chatting among each other may contribute to wasting your time or simply said you do not utilise your time to the fullest. I tried to avoid using yahoo messenger, the one that often drag me into wasting my time and menacing my works’ fluency and assignments.

That thing disturbs me a lot. “Do not ever try to drop me down!!! Remember that!!!” I always remind myself for not getting involved in any activity which does not benefit me myself. The saying “prevention is better than cure” is an effective method and should be considered the best. It does not mean that we put ourselves away from others instead of making friends with them. But the major eventuality lead to ineffectiveness use of time or better considered as ‘wasting time’. my recommendation here is that discipline yourself should be better. Always make a well-to-do list before putting your steps into action and ignore things that you do not take note of. Always remember to remind yourself the ‘wasteful’ things devastating your life.

IsN't It FaIr???...

I read yesterday’s newspaper. Isn’t it fair for Year One pupil to be bullied and assaulted??? What for??? A gang of Year Six ‘senior’ pupil was not seemed to snatch his cash or property of his possession…so what were their real natures of bullying that weak-looking seven-year-old boy??? What for???The victim namely Ashraf Aris who was suffered a fracture to one of his fingers had received treatment in a hospital after being taken by his mother. He was now being in trauma…Isn’t it fair for him to undergo all these in a very young age???

a fresh flash back...

Overcoming with emotion and sometimes happiness made this life not a dull one. That’s the real life Allah had conferred to all human being. Life with all happiness or all sadness would be a very dull one and has no expression at all.

And the same thing happens in my life.

I could remember how sad I felt when I had to live in a university called UNITEN without parents, brothers and sisters at my side, how miss I was towards friends who had posed me great encouragements in my whole life all this while…who had taught me religious advice for better life in the future. “Don’t think too much about the past. Think forward to deal with your future”. I still remembered it up-to-date…

another trial...

Today, I set up another trial that seemed to pose a great success tomorrow I expected. My former mistake I remembered was that I put no salt in the water, so that the germs and dangerous microorganisms will not be killed and hold threat to the guppies at the same moment. But it made sense when I put some salt and stir the water for a while. Another two mothers I set were all alive!!!...

all in vain...

All were in vain…all… My three guppy mothers were all died, floating on the surface of water covering with white spots the entire parts of their bodies. I wondered how it could happen. I am now in an effort to check the water and the quantity of anti-chlorine that I supposed to put into and also the black vases I used to place the guppies. Usually when the white spots are seemed to grow on fish, there might be a problem in the supposedly anti-chlorine to be put into a pail of water. Three drops should be enough that I usually do every time I make some water addition when the existing water faces a deficiency of its level but this time it makes difference...

hOpPiNg fOr GoOD nEwS...

The second car I washed was not as tired as the first one owing to its smaller size. It took about more than two hours to finish washing the motor car, starting from ten till twelve noon. Nothing to do at all…nothing… so that I put myself into the condition before starting to feed my guppy fish in five small-size vase nearby. I was so happy to see that my guppies seemed to be outnumbered right now. And today I had been on an effort to add more vase as their new breeding grounds due to their fasting growth. The first I made yesterday wasn’t in vain. One of the pregnant mothers, I put into a big container had given birth, producing about more than ten little cute guppies. And I hope today’s trial would be the same…let’s wait how it would be tomorrow…

tHe GLoRiOuS nEcKLaCe Of FaTiMaH aZ-ZaHrA...

The Prophet of Islam Mohammed (may Allah's peace and our salams be onto him and his Ahlul Bayt) had just finished the Asar prayer and he was sitting in the mosque surrounded by his companions. Suddenly a man appeared in the mosque and addressing the assembly in the mosque, he said: "I am hungry, can some one feed me, I have nothing to wear, and can some one provide clothes for me, and I am a wayfarer lost miles away from home, can some one provide for me so that my needs be fulfilled?
No one said anything. Then the Prophet of Islam Mohammed spoke. He said to the man: "I personally do not have anything to help you, but I will send you to a home, where all your needs will be fulfilled. The people of that house love Allah and his Prophet, and Allah and His Prophet love the inhabitants of that house. That is the house of Ahlul Bayt of Naboowah where the family of my daughter Fatima Zahra lives." The Prophet of Islam Mohammed beckoned to Bilal so that he may take the stranger to the house of Fatima Zahra, which was adjacent to the mosque. Bilal did that. The man came to the door and said: "My salam to you O Ahlul Bayt of Naboowah, O you the inhabitants of the house where Jibreel descends and where other angels come and go. I am hungry, please feed me, I have no clothes please provide some clothes for me, and I am lost away from home and destitute, please help me get home."
Fatima Zahra heard the voice. She looked around. The only thing she could see in the house was a goatskin on which his two little children, Hasan and Husayn used to sleep. She picked up the goatskin and came to door. She extended that goatskin to the stranger from behind the door and said: "Please take this and fulfill your needs." The stranger looked at the goatskin and replied: "what can I do with this goatskin? It will not be sufficient for anything." Fatima Zahra thought and then she realized that she was wearing a necklace which was wedding gift her from the daughter of Hamza bin Abdul-Muttalib. Fatima Zahra took the necklace off and gave it to the stranger.
The stranger came back to the mosque and showed to the Prophet of Islam Mohammed what he had been given by Fatima Zahra. The Prophet of Islam Mohammed looked at the necklace and his eyes filled up with tears.
The Prophet of Islam Mohammed turned to the stranger and said: "Fatima Zahra has fulfilled your needs, now you pray for her." The man raised his hands to the heavens and said: "Ya Allah give Fatima Zahra all that which no eyes have ever seen and no ears have ever heard."
Ammar Yasir was also among the companions. He said to the stranger: "Are you selling the necklace?" The man replied: "Yes."
Thus Ammar Yasir bought the necklace for three hundred dirham. That was sufficient money for the stranger to buy food, clothing and a horse; and soon he was on his way.
Ammar Yasir came home. He wrapped the necklace in a Yamani chadar and daubed it with fragrance. Ammar Yasir had a slave boy named Sahm. He gave the necklace thus wrapped to the boy and asked him to take it to the Prophet of Islam Mohammed. Ammar Yasir also said to Sahm that he (the slave boy) too was being given away to the Prophet of Islam Mohammed as a gift. The Prophet of Islam Mohammed said to Sahm: "Take this necklace to Fatima Zahra and after, that you are a free man."
As Sahm returned the necklace to Fatima Zahra and returned from her house, he laughed. People who had been watching the whole thing, asked Sahm for the reason of his laughing.
Sahm replied: "What a glorious necklace - it came out of the house, fed a hungry man, clothed a naked man, and provided for a lost wayfarer. It then freed a slave from his bond and then returned to its rightful owner/mistress."
MORAL OF THE STORY: The Prophet of Islam Mohammed taught us, the Muslims at large, to be grateful to anyone who provides any kind of help. The best expression of that gratitude is doing a Dua for your benefactor. Fatima Zahra did not need any Dua from a stranger, but that was the teaching of the Prophet of Islam Mohammed and his methodology.
That legacy continued in the Prophet's own family and each and every member of that family provided the best example of social and personal morality.
In the 61 year of Hijra, after the tragedy of Karbala, the surviving women and children were taken prisoners and they were being paraded in the streets of Koofa. On both sides, people were watching the passing caravan from their balconies. On one camel back Husayn's sister Zaynab and his orphan daughter Sukayna who was four years old, were riding. As the camel arrived close to a house, there was a woman standing there. Sukayna was thirsty and asked the woman if she could give her a drink. The woman came back quickly with a cup full of water and said: "You appear to be an orphan; Allah accepts an orphan's prayer very quickly. I have longing, I would like you to pray for my wish after you had your drink."
Zaynab, immediately stopped the four year old and said: "You pray for the lady first and then drink the water."
Who would think about morals in such difficult circumstances - no one but the Ahlul Bayt.
This was the character and ideal of the Ahlul Bayt. It is for this reason that the devotees of Ahlul Bayt revere them and look up to them for all their guidance in religious as well as worldly matters.

a NiCe FaCe-tO-faCE mEeTiNg I hAd...but the meals...

I got a short sms (short message system) indicating my former friend, Suaidi accept my invitation to a Pizza Hut Restaurant in the center of the Kuala Terengganu town. Around past to five o’clock in the evening I set off to the spot from home and reached there 15 minutes later. Standing in front of the entrance of Guardian Pharmacy and trying to be patient due to his lateness arrival, I kept on waiting and waiting then. Only then (five minutes before six) he arrived. But that wasn’t make me tempered since there is not the nature of my going there. I was really glad to see him and other two of my school mates accompanying him at both right and left sides. We then made an entry into the air-conditioned Pizza Hut restaurant and started to set an order to one of the very politely 5-feet-height waitress. I never eat a pizza before and this was the first time I got it into my mouth. Hah, the looking was so attractive, but the taste wasn’t as delicious as Kentucky Fried Chicken meals set I estimated since the pizza was not my favourable meal…I had to !!!…And in that situation, I had to contribute a favourable impression towards their faces mainly as I got the meals into my mouth…haha…

chaotic heart...

Daydreaming and daydreaming and daydreaming day by day. Driving across my hometown, Kuala Terengganu, the state of Terengganu, every spot seems to have a great memory. Today, I dragged myself to Batu Burok Beach after fetching my Mom to her school for an important meeting (since we came home at seven late in the evening). The beach reminded me about my last meeting with former peers prior to our going to our own destination of study that I did not want to remember at all. All male students from 5 Bukhari and 5 Muslim attended themselves to the spot as we had a nice barbeque night there plus the other friends from other schools. Again the thing happened…we had to disperse ourselves make our way to our own path, our respective destination. But I had make my mind to go back home earlier as such to reduce the broken heart and sadness…should strive for life freedom!!! Remember that…

Excellence Of Prayer...

Prophet Dawood (pbuh) once decided to perform prayers and read Zaboor with the excellence that nobody would have done. He entered the Mehrab and prayed.
After he finished to his satisfaction he found a frog appear before him and told him, "Oh Dawood! Is it true that you feel that you have prayed too well? Every night I am habituated to pray 1,000 Tasbihs and from every Tasbih three thousand Hamds are expressed.
Sometimes when I am at the bottom of a pond and I hear the voice of any bird above, thinking that it might be hungry, I come to the surface of the water so that the hungry bird may get its food by eating me. This is the part of the duty that I perform towards Allah."

so tired...

I had nothing to do. So, I dragged myself into washing my Mom’s red car. That sounds weird as washing a car gives nothing except a great tiredness. About an hour I washed the car and sweats started to roll down at each part of my body ten minutes as I began...and now it is time for me to have a rest...

uNfOrGeTaBLe mEMoRy...

On eleventh, my journey started from UNITEN, Kuala Lumpur to Medan Gopeng, Ipoh. Nevertheless, the soft Gamelan songs still played in my mind that seemed to remind me about the saddest memory the three nights before. Together with Kak Wani, my classmate, we set off to Hentian Kajang Bus Station, fetched by Pak Cik Azhar, a very fond and friendly taxi driver. The Gamelan songs kept playing in my mind every second on my way to there. And that made me feel very depressed and sad for the second time in my life. My bus departure time was at 8.45a.m while Kak wani’s bus was at 10.00a.m. It was just two of us and in order to save our expenditure, we had to depart together as early as 8.00a.m. And along this journey, Kak wani had been the last person among other PPOU ‘educationists’ that I met before we dispersed. ‘552 3235 3565 325, 552 3235 3565 323, 321 1231 3211 5612, 223 6532 3211 5535’… that lyrics were still fresh in my mind up-to-date and kept playing and playing with non-stop mode. The last three nights we gathered, and eight hours later we dispersed. The saddest memory…

feeling depressed...

And today…today will be the happiest day and too the saddest day for me before I made my steps to my home the next dawn. Since we will have our second last meeting before the next dawn appears I will be the saddest person in this world…ranniey..thanks for the sight seeing…and Farah..thanks for the great encouragement you had given to me…Fatin, Siti, Kak Wani, Syafiq, Kak Fifi and all friends. Thanks for being the best entertainers that seem to successfully make me laugh all the time. And I think they should be awarded a great Nobel prize ‘the legendary of PPOU’…will miss you all!!!

I'm sO hApPy... : )

Today (night), we had got the opportunity to have a short rehearsal in the COIT main hall that made us happy enough although there were still a little bit problems about the tool arrangement for the gamelan performance and a few ‘sick’ tools that seemed to emit a very weird sound when played. That we will have a talk with Madam Syazura tomorrow. A lot of things I had learnt up-to-date. Having works with friends especially with our best friends has its own benefits, realizing me that without friends this life becomes a very dull one …bEsT fRiEnDs fOrEvEr…

fIrSt TiMe gOiNg OuT...

I am quite happy up to date since Ranniey had brought me to Mines, a shopping mall in Kuala Lumpur for a sight seeing. It is just about eight to nine-minutes journey from our apartment with the taxi’s rent of ten ringgit which is not too expensive for two people journey. Actually, this is the first time my going outside UNITEN to the Mines. Oh, Today’s Deepavali, right? So, it is not a weird thing for not seeing even an Indian in the shopping complex in the morning. I had bought a few CDs; ‘Akademi Quran’ that I have been waiting for a long time to have it, ‘History of Science’ which is like a documentary and a game CD entitled ‘Rise and Fall’ , which is not actually in my list in the beginning…haha… Anyway, enjoy yours… Have a nice journey…

tOdAy'S jOuRnAL...

Looking around in the gamelan training hall, everyone seemed to be awfully happy with wide smile as we had training for the second day. And I had made it perfect…all of us had attempted all our might to contribute the best performance. But one thing that had given me a bit disappointment was that we could not have our next training tomorrow due to Deepavali celebration. In addition, our Kak Sya and Puan Mahani will probably not around tomorrow…… Anyway, don’t consider it as a barrier that blocks our way to succeed, dear friends. ‘Practise Makes Perfect”. Just remember that…

gAMeLaN...

Ahhah… I had learnt new thing today. Anyway, I think you can directly guess on what you can see in the picture. And I would like to thank Miss Eliza and Madam Fatimah as recommending me as well as all PPOU students to get involved in this kind of traditional event.

cAlCuLuS...tHe LaSt...

Whispering to myself that I could not retreat…I kept transferring my answers to the answer sheets or booklets…writing and writing and keeping writing, wishing that I could finish all questions provided. Throwing a glimpse at other friends both left and right sides of me, I wished all of them best of luck at the time the result comes out. The first page was not so complicated I estimated, but when turning the next two page, all my strength seemed to be beaten to the lowest level, feeling extremely anxious thinking for all the workings I supposed to contribute…writing and writing and keeping writing then…without considering whether the answers were true or not, all I had to do were to complete my works as fast as possible till the last second...heaving a sign of relief that only one or two questions I remembered appeared to be blank… ‘Apparently the second at the worst’…

rEtReAt...!!

Run! Run! My heart started ordering me to escape from the seat in the exam hall. As usual I tried to make a quick step, going out from the place, instantly crossing the road, leaving the others behind as far as I could. Still make certain questions blank. That’s the problem…heading to upten, many things crossed in my mind.."how my journey to Ipoh on 11th would be??"..."is there any ticket for me to go back to my hometown, Terengganu from the west coast of Ipoh?"...how's my Mom right now???...it is so puzzling to expect...

worst of all...

I admitted that today was the worst day for me. No one can dispute that. Do you know why? It was not on my purpose to incomplete the solution for certain questions. I didn’t know why it happened. I could not just finish question 1 in section C and a question in section B. It seemed that I won’t pass the paper since the carry marks for those two sections are quite big. How I’m going to tell my Mom and Dad the time when their mouths started to ask??? Isn’t it hurt them?? Isn’t it so bad for them to hear after all??...

CHEF 113...

I feel quite anxious today since our pure subject papers will start tomorrow and finish on 5th October. It is going to be chemistry paper (CHEF113) tomorrow, followed by physics, chemistry laboratory, and calculus the next day. I still have a lot of subtopics that I do not fully cover yet and a little bit misunderstanding about certain subtopics. However, I’ll try my best to complete my revision for this year…haha. Anyway, I wish you all best of luck…..