that's what u call it journey..

bismillahi..
dear friends
i dont'know why this time i prefer to write in english
contrasting my fond in malay writing which sometimes i love to use bloomy sentences
writing this moment certainly remind me to my beloved english teacher in secondary school
with his trademark

" girls where's your diary"

i have a great feeling to write everything today

having a remarkable experience in stfjb for five years had grown me to become a courageous timid girl
i do not know how and when it begins but fortunately
i had a big enthusiast to graduate my study in far away land..
i felt very protected..
when i cried i asked HIM to enlighten my life..
and of course it's unbelievable for me to survive on the memorious travel from kb-jb by train occassionally
and my strength meter did not allow me to pick up my unimagined heavy luggage
but then alhamdulillah, i was given the energy to bring the luggage well until reaching the highest floor in my block, where my dorm was located..


it was just a small journey..of course!
like my BONDA said

education is not a destination but it is a journey

-PUAN HAJAH JUNAIDI SANTANO-

Well, i just read my senior blog who is now studying at texas, usa.

i believe that her path of life is extremely more challenging than what we had passed through before..

that she is with her own beautiful way of life created by the Creature, Allah s.w.t.

she has been the chosen one to have such a great path of life..

while i am

i am the one who keep imagining my becoming future..

of course i am scared of the upcoming spm result which is going to be generated on 22nd of Mac 2012, insyaAllah

and how about my nervous system now? - it is having a great disorder

sincerely i confess here that during my lesson i was always taking for granted about what i learned

and that's y i'm given this sort of feeling on this moment

but i've a great spiritual while i keep praying hard for my success..

insyaAllah.. He knows the best!

and i promised myself to grab upcoming oppurtunity well..

i want to be the warrior of Islam..

in any field i could be

once my late grandma had asked me about my marriage*i was only at 5 on that time

i told her that i don't want to marry as i want to be a doctor so that i can earn as much money as i can

take good care of my mother and that's among the precious one in my memory

until she left me for about 6 years in counting,,..

it's a fate eventhough i always hope she can be glad with my success one day..

that is she..a grandmother who is very care about me

she is irreplaceable

but now i have a mom who i always called her umi

she is very hopeful and willing to sacrifice everything to make me being in glory

but .. i don't know wether i can be her great medicine of her yearly suffer or not,

well..we need to go in a new mood..

it's a story when nowadays we always go to the office together..

she will buy me a nasi bungkus so that i can eat on time during the lunch

and i still gain my daily pocket money from her..

thanks umi..kakak love u so much

kasih ibu..memang tiada tandingan..

kecik2 dulu umi htr kakak g skolah

then being in tun fatimah

u work hard and keep enthusiasting me

and yg paling terharu..

umi masih menjaga kakak walaupun kakak sudah bekerja.. *temporary

sorry for writing too long but i was very satisfied..

thanks for reading..

wassalam~

either it is a straight path

or the narrow alley               



i must pass through with the name of Allah