Friday, August 22, 2014

A Vale of Tears

Someone got her Addmaths paper and it was not so good so she cried. Since she was a good friend of mine, I went to her and not make jokes exactly but nothing comfortinglah. The friend sought a crying place from her friend. While I was there, they kept saying I don't understand and will never understand. It's a matter only dumb people know, like what the hell, seriously. Okay, maybe I didn't fail or get D but I experienced C and it was just as sombre. For me, the forlornness of getting a B is just the same as failing it. I think I, myself as failed as a child; as a student. So you don't go and tell me I don't understand, okay because I do. Maybe Allah gives me tests not by failing me or giving me a D or C but something else that is far heartsick than you failing a subject. I am the one feeling it, I know.
Not failing or getting A's is my sustenance. You have your own. No need to compare me and you.
You are rich, i'm not. You have endless stock of food in your locker, I only have a few packets of Oat Crunch. What else do you want? This brain is the only thing I have working. What else have I got?
Back to the story; of the crying girl, when I wanted to touch her she suddenly was preposterous and shouted "Ada jugak yang kena lempang ni karang". I was like, heck? Slap? I hate slaps and even more, she scolded me for a mere touch and presence? I don't think I'm that good a friend am I?
You know how I hated to be scolded and I will inevitably cry when someone does so I shed a vale of tears. Why did I waste them for something so silly? Nevermind, I like wasting teardrops. It tranquilizes me in a way.
Last but not least, condolences for the families of the victims of MH17 who one of them happen to be my neighbour; Pn Mastura Mustapa. Our prayers are with you.
Let us mourn,
National Mourning Day,

Monday, July 28, 2014

Syaitan was freed once more

I got to experience Ramadhan once again and later, Syawal. That feeling of gratitude is colossal, no word is good enough. This year, with only one pair of baju kurung, one jubah and a pair of shoes with insoles, I celebrated Eid.
(don't mind my ghostly face)

 This year it's blue, resembling the colour of the sky and sea. It is often associated with depth and stability. It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven. My family wore many shades of blue, as you can see below.

(sweet couple 1)

(sweet couple 2)


(fathers and sons)

(mothers and daughters)

(adorable boys)
But of course, we must remember our brothers and sisters in Gaza who did not even have the chance to break fast during Ramadhan, let alone celebrate Syawal. Al-fatihah for them. Our prayers will always be with you.

to be updated....
I have a trial exam pending, pray for me.

Saturday, July 26, 2014