Karya Tidak Pasti

Yang direnung adalah titis-titis hujan, yang membasahi bumi UIA sejak jam 10 lagi. Sungguh jernih dan laju turunnya ke tanah. Yang difikir adalah bonda dirumah, yang pasti kakinya sakit kalau sejuk-sejuk begini. Yang diharap adalah masa depan, cerah dan tenang, bukan seperti suram malam ini.

Andai dapat ku rentas masa, meninggalkan sekarang dan terbang ke akan datang, pasti ingin ku lihat, bagaimana jasad adakah masih bernyawa, bagaimana keluarga adakah masih baik-baik keadaannya, bagaimana kawan adakah masih ceria seperti sebelumnya, bagaimana dunia masihkah sakit dan menderita, bagaimana semuanya.

.............................. THE END DUE TO LACK OF LITERATURE KNOWLEDGE ...............................

Well, ehem, you are probably wondering on what basis that I am writing Shakespeare here. I’m not even good. Truth is I don’t really know the reason. It’s just the mood thingy. Abaikan abaikan...

Proses hujan belajar masa sekolah.

Final Semester InshaAllah

It’s been a week since the beginning of the new semester. This semester would be the final one if things went well. I pray that my friends from Mechatronics department, batch 072 and other batches too will pass this semester with flying colour and later on graduated with good result. As for me, my dream of getting my name on the first class list is far from my reach. How sad. So I’m lowering the expectation and hoping that this semester will at least increase the CGPA so JPA won’t send me any warning letter like what happened to some of my friends. Scary!

I also hope that the Final Year Project/FYP will be just fine. I hope that this semester will be the best and the most cherished. Ah so many hopes yet so little effort. I hope that I will transform into much better diligent person. I wish everyone all the best! May Allah bless us all. Last but not least, the 4th year final semester; I welcome you!

p.s: I wrote this post with some kind of mix feelings; excited, happy and sad.

 

 

 

 

Mix feelings like this.

Too Much Rest

It’s when I had only one academic task to do, and four non-class days. End up delaying the task and wasting a lot of time, which I regret. Regardless, I still have to fill up that nice looking EIT Log Book before its due date. I am so dead.

It’s almost 1 o’clock in the morning. Is it the phase for the ghosts to show up? Now I’m thinking of delaying that particular task again. I still feel tired because I had too much rest. Ok this is under statement. So I will start rationalize everything. Actually I can. Hell yes, I will.

15 minutes later...

Ok fine... apa kes masih disini dan Log Book EIT merah remain unscathed. What the case! Sudah la, esok pasti kena siapkan. Have to, need to... Apa nak jadi, jadila. Yes, I am cool like that.

p.s: there is no coolness in getting things postponed, but there’s coolness in being optimist. 

Mechatronics Girlfriends.

Yesterday was amazing. Eating way too much and laughing much too. I’m grateful for the rezki and the open house invitations. Thanks for the inviters. It’s really tiring, yet I’m having real fun with the girlfriends. We are from the same department, from the same class, and we even have the same brain cords. You girls are real friends, I would say. Even Blair and Serena in Gossip Girls don’t ‘gossip’ and share things like we do.

Hoping that this friendship will lasts till we met again in the Jannah. InshaAllah. Please don’t forget me even some of you girls have married and have kids in the future. As for me, no worries cause I love you girls more than I love food. People said things change and friends leave. Hope we are not like that. We are one in a million and we are cool like that. Thanks for the memories!

p.s: don’t be touched :’(

The Last Song.

I officially watched The Last Song two days ago. It’s been in my hard disk and it had used few hundred Megabytes of memory since I don’t know when. Yup it was not a new movie. But somehow I watched it since it’s adapted from the book written by my all time favourite author, Nicholas Sparks. Many people told me how boring the movie was, but for me it was just nice. I even cried hard. It’s just so heart-breaking. Whenever the subject of interest is family, then I couldn’t help myself other than completely being emotional and too immersed in the story, regardless of the plot. Maybe I just miss Abah so much. At the end, I learned that perhaps a more amiss, much scarcer feat; if not patience - is the state of being grateful. So here I am, being grateful for what I have. Alhamdulillah syukur.

Seventeen year-old Veronica “Ronnie” Miller’s life was turned upside-down when her parents divorced and her father moved from New York City to Wilmington, North Carolina. Three years later, she remains angry and alienated from her parents, especially her father… until her mother decides it would be in everyone’s best interest if she spent the summer in Wilmington with him. Ronnie’s father, a former concert pianist and teacher, is living a quiet life in the beach town, immersed in creating a work of art that will become the centerpiece of a local church. The tale that unfolds is an unforgettable story about love in its myriad forms – first love, the love between parents and children – that demonstrates, as only a Nicholas Sparks novel can, the many ways that deeply felt relationships can break our hearts… and heal them.