A potato head

  by   Saturday, November 11, 2017   No comments
Salam sayang to dear self,


A potato head

Hello! a warm welcome to upcoming 2018. Now's November, there's a lot of things get stucked in my head. Alhamdulillah, I have been given chance and opportunity to further my studies into higher level. Okay, lots of bitter and sweet moments in matriculation that i think im not going to share for now on (please wait for my next post) Or else let by gone be by gone. After the upu result had been announced sadly my acceptance to UKM has been rejected due to several factors; i think my content of video resume wasnt good enough or maybe i got A- for biology. 

Soooooo peeps! If you get rejected by your most favourite university especially in your acceptance to bachelor programme, you shouldnt be sad as i felt before (thats time was horrible as you felt youre just like a piece of potato of your friends) because thats was not the ending of your life or least you're going to bury your dreams down the Earth.

At this age, i could see myself as a kawai potato. Again potato head.

What about you, miss potato head? Yes, i always get stucked here doing my degree for 4 years. A rebellious me always wanted for glory, victory, praises, etc and sudden when i have been survived for almost 2 months and a half  i realised something went wrong.

Allah's plan is the most beautiful

You can get your plan well-managed but Allah is the best of Planners. When some things are beyond planning. Life doesn’t always turn out as planned.
You don’t plan for a broken heart.
You don’t plan for an autistic child.
You don’t plan to be single forever.
You don’t plan for a lump in your breast. Or a disease. Or broken bones.
You plan to be young forever. You plan to climb the corporate ladder.
You plan to be rich and powerful. You plan to be acclaimed and successful.
You plan to conquer the universe. You plan to fall in love - and be loved forever.
You don’t plan to be sad. You don’t plan to be shattered. You don’t plan to be hurt. You don’t plan to be broke. You don’t plan to be betrayed. You don’t plan to be alone in this world.
Sometimes, if you work hard enough, you can get what you want. But MOST times, what you want and what you get are two different things.
We, mortals, plan. But so does Allah in the heavens. Sometimes, it is difficult to understand Allah’s plans, especially when His plans are not in consonance with ours. Often, when He sends us crisis, we turn to Him in anger.
True, we cannot choose what Allah wishes us to carry, but we can carry it with courage knowing that He will never abandon us nor send something we cannot cope with.
Sometimes, Allah breaks our spirit to save our soul.
Sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.
Sometimes, He allows pain so we can be stronger.
Sometimes, Allah sends us failure so we can be humble.
Sometimes, He allows illness so we can take better care of ourselves.
And sometimes, Allah takes everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything He gave us.
Make plans, but understand that we live only by Allah’s grace, His Fadhal(favour) and His Rahma (mercy)..
From: Unknown Source

Wisdom phrase which can be turned out as a gentle reminder. 

TO BE CONTINUED........

Pulang bermalam.

  by   Saturday, March 01, 2014   No comments
Pulang bermalam or they simply called as PB by dak2 MRSM Muar. 

Well, I already had my PB for the 1st time in my life semenjak dah officially jadi dak2 asrama nih. Ok macam kereks sangat bunyiknya. So nak ceritanya kat sini, saya dah berkenalan rapat-rapat, ketat-ketat dengan kawan dari sekolah harian yang lain, SMK Jalan Empat, nama dorang Farah & Fatin. Both knew each other before me and it seems they shared everything in common a lot. Contohnya, bila tengah cakap3 dorang akan buka topik pasal budak sekolah dorang. So, saya pun macam terkial-kial kat situ, macam, "hello, rakan3 saya ada di sini, jgn palau saya plis" memain je ok, jangan serious sangat. Tapi betul saya sangat gumbira dengan dorang cumanya, kadang-kadang saya rasa lain, sangat lain. Analoginya, jasad saya memang berada di Muar tapi hati saya tetap di bumi Putra Perdana. Oklah gais saya nak cakap yang saya ghindu my gurls sangat3. Boleh cakap sepanjang hari between classes saya rasa mcm nak balik rumah sebab homesick. LOL kanak-kanak sangat. Dipendekkan cite, bila kakak3 senior BWP mintak nama untuk PB, saya rasa excited sangat3 sebab yeayy saya dapat balik rumah, jumpa ibu ayah, jumpa my gurls dan yang paling penting sekali dapat jumpa dengan my eye candy. wink3 

Habis jer kelas last hari Khamis, sayalah orang pertama yang tunggu bas luar datang ke perkarangan Dewan Dato' Onn sambil menunggu ketibaan orang-orang besar saya, Farah & Fatin. Disebabkan kami dikenali golongan Selangorian, saya, Farah & Fatin duduk dalam satu bas selama 4/5 jam setengah untuk sampai ke TBS. Saya memang suka tidor dalam bas sebab sejuk dia macam kat Antartika. Analoginya bila saya & Farah tengah cakap3, saya boleh nampak Farah's cloud-breating when the surrounding air acted like a breeze, drying and cooling. Nak habiskan cerita, pejam celik pejam celik tetiba sampai TBS hahahahaha yeayyy 



I'm coming home, 
I'm coming home,
Tell the world that I'm coming home...



Pastu ayah picked me up and we both heading to our home sweet home. Aaahh, it feels so good to be back at home, to get to see such familiar faces again.

So here comes the plan, balik je rumah esoknya hari Jumaat, I requested my ayah to send me to the school pagi tu sebab nak jumpa Musmay, Iffa, Fatin, Mifit, Azizah and the rest lilysters. Pastu my ayah tanya, "perlu ke pakai baju sukan sekolah?? Pakai baju casual biasa tak boleh?? Awak kan dah berhenti sekolah situ." I were just like, alah biarlah ayah, takpe cikgu3 tak kisah pun. "Apa-apalah nanti kena tahan dengan guard jangan cari ayah" nayyy nope! memang tak pikir apa dah.

Dah sampai depan gate sekolah, mak cik guard tak suspicious pun sebab pakai baju sukan sekolah, so I walked like a boss sampai la kat tapak perhimpunan. Pastu dorang sume macam excited, we were just like huahuahahuahuhauha... kelas sebelah pulak pandang lain macam. Kanak3 sangat aku rasa weh! Disebabkan haritu hari Jumaat, the muslims recited yassin and the imam that lead us was Subject kot. Merdu banget suara beliau boleh buat iman saya jadi kacau. Pada hari kejadian, saya tak jumpa pun dengan cikgu3 sebab malu nak jumpa, but I sat 350 plus meters away from my place as I saw Cikgu Rogiah. Sebabnya saya seketul sorang je yang balik masetu. Yang lain macam Faris dengan Qama tak PB lagi sebab Kelantan jauh sangat kot. Dapat tengok dari jauh pun dah terubat rindu di hati ini. sobs

So, meet me another 3 weeks of my PB.


Perkara: pindah sekolah II

  by   Friday, February 28, 2014   No comments
Online facebook. 
Ting! masuk satu noti baru. 

Nur Qamarina tagged you in a post. 

tag???? Jeng3




Okay,, at dis moment i take a look at these photos uploaded by Qama on Facebook. Banyaknya expression muka aku yang bergumbira dengan mini celebration on the last day of school dengan dorang. Sedih tu macam tak nampak je. Hhahahha masetu tu jelah gumbira balik rumah dah start sebak. Haish menci nya kena tinggalkan dorang. Nak angkut sekali pergi Muar boleh tak?? 

Wokeh, memula tu memang nak pergi ofis  cikgu Rogiah jap sebab nak mintak berkat plus doa cikgu3 sekali la kan, yelah cikgu kan ibarat lilin, membakar diri untuk menerangi yang lain..." Tiga tahun hadap aku yang banyak songeh neh.

Some of gambar3 neh semua hak milik Qamarina Razali wokeh, since Qama sorang je yang cukup berani+gangster bawak fon terlarang pergi sekolah. Hahahaha... This  gimme a chill of sweet memories and sad feelings regarding our very last day of school in SMKPP. I didnt realise how quickly time had passed by. For sure i have to say my goodbyes kat kawan3 and cikgu3 after several years everything that took place on those memorable days. 

TAPI. YANG. PALING. CUTE.  SEKALI. about last few days before keluar masuk ofis untuk uruskan official docs pindah sekolah, tiber... masa nak mintak sign cikgu Rogiah tuuuu ada Subject siot kat dalam ofis. Handsome nya beliau, seakan bidadara turun dari langit ke-7. K.. Aku dah start merepek yang bebukan. But seriously! He's so handsome and i thought he was helping to reboot cikgu Rogiah punya laptop since the screen went all blank. Teheee..... When he was about to leave, guwe enggak menyangka yang cikgu Rogiah tiber point out pasal aku yang dah nak pindah sekolah!

I've been honest to Teacher Rogiah yang aku tersuka Subject selama neh.. Fuhh lega sebab dah terkantoi selama ni tersuka cikgu sendiri. I know rite.. this is the bravest attempt that ever been done by me,  silly girl! Since cikgu Rogiah watlek watpeace jek, hmm no comment lah, kan. 

Let's proceed to cerita laptop cikgu Rogiah yang went all blank tu tadi, in a mean time, Subject touched up sket3 laptop tu, cikgu Rogiah adalah bukak topik pasal aku yang nak pindah. "Ehh.. awak kenal Atiqah?? Dia nak pindah sekolah dah" pastu Subject reply, "Ooo.. kenal3 pindah kat mana tu??" pastu cikgu Rogiah pulak cakap, "katanya MRSM Muar.." tet tet tet pastuu aku macam blank dah takleh nak recall balik hhaahahahahahah!! 

This is the exact details apa yang Cikgu Rogiah cakap ok. Aku try hard kot nak recall balik benda ni just in case takut terlupa ke apa nanti. Mana tau bila aku free esok aku baca balik anything yang aku post kat sini pastu tersengih3 sensorang macam kerang busuk :p

*tak sangka, Subject kenai aku* 

Ok gedik sungguh aku neh! 

Terima kasih cikgu3 sebab mendidik saya secara langsung dan tak langsung. Muahhh sayang cikgu3.


young & stupid

  by   Monday, February 03, 2014   No comments

Aku dahlah asyik layan mood sedih aku dua tiga hari menjak ni. Datang pulak adegan mesra dorang3. Sakitnyer mata titew bile tengok adegan mesra schoolmates yang tengah couple. Eiii gelii tautak.

Ni tak hadap lagi dgn caption dorang "doakan kami kekal ke jannah" kat fb, twitter, blog. Hello... awak, ye awak yg tgh baca nih jangan jadi gediks sangat bleh takkkkk. Jeles? siapa cakap aku jeles, tolong sket eh, kbye!


Perkara: pindah sekolah I

  by   Saturday, February 01, 2014   No comments
Online facebook.
Ting! Masuk satu noti baru

Nur Qamarina to 4 Sc 1: Guys,next week aku last jadi penolong lol lps ni boleh fikirkan siapa yg nak jd penolong hhahahhah

You, Nurul Iffa Izra and 3 others like

Persoalannya sekarang... Kes aku related dengan kes Qama. Bukan sebab jadi penolong ketua kelas. Tapi pindah sekolah.

1. Betul ke ni nak pindah sekolah??
2. Betul ke ni nak tinggalkan kawan3??
3. Nanti dorang rindu aku tak??

Oh lupa haritu aku ada update pasal semakan ke MRSM untuk sesi 2014. Malangnya aku tak dapat SBP sebab org kata kalu tak dpt SBP maybe dapat MRSM la kot, kot ye, kot and vice versa.

Tup tup tup dapat masuk MRSM, even though aku aim untuk dapat masuk SBP. Hmm tak layak la kut, kut ye, kut.

Macam kes Qama dia dapat MRSM PC sama mcm Farisya and aku sorang2 tersadai kat selatan tanah air. Ibuuuu.!! Takutnya kena survive sorang. Tapi Mifit pun sorang kat Baling, Kedah. So the girls powerlah kot, kot ye, kot. The boys aku tak sure siapa yg dapat rasanya Shaukath dengan siapa tah lagi.

Bermulalah episode sedih dalam hidup saya.

Am i truly leaving them? Are they going to miss me like i do? Sebak sket la kan. For the God sake, I want to see these familiar faces again for the following year but then aku yang kena tinggalkan dorang. MRSM kot!  Siapa je taknak.

"takpayah lah pergi ain"
"stay je sini"
"alaa kau nak tinggalkan aku ke?"

Ni antara ayat2 syahdu from Fatin and Musmay and Iffa.

and, and, and... Yang aku paling pikir sekali...paling tak best, lepas pindah sekolah, tak dapat lagi jumpa Subject. AAAA SAYANGNYA NAK TINGGALKAN SUBJECT :p

Tiber rasa sayang sangat3 nak tinggalkan sekolah, jalan-jalan pusing satu sekolah masa waktu rehat, lumba lari siapa sampai lab dulu dia menang dengan Fatin dengan Musmay, jari kena sepit dengan PVC komponen masa KHB projek kayu kat bengkel, main2 dalam ofis Tc Rogiah dengan Cikgu Zarina, main netball takde rules, kumpul ramai2 kat dataran perhimpunan, paling penting ghindu kawan3.

So guys gimme some space to wrap up my golden age in SMKPP with goodbyes and tears. 

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