I WONDER.

I intended to join a piano lesson but the plan got canceled when I asked my mom for her permission. Her reply was 'baiklah masuk kelas tadarus dari kelas piano tu'. Ouch. But it got me thinking. It dawned on me that I'm not well equipped in that department.

I surely know how to recite the Quran. I know alif di atas a ba di atas ba. But I don't really know how to recite It in the right way. You know with all the izhar, ikhfak, idgham, dengung. I do get some parts of it right but what about the other parts? Arabic is one tough language. Just a tiny difference in the way you pronounce the words may result in a different meaning. I knew it. Yet I still took the easy way to just close one eye and recite it the way I think it should sounds like. Come to think of it, there must be gazillion times I recited it wrongly.


My cousins are hafiz and hafizah. They are my closest cousins from my father's side. Yes, we always crack jokes, share the laughters but I have to admit I'm ashamed of myself. I feel so small. Hina. When the day comes, I can't do anything to help my family. I don't have the extra tickets like them. Heck I can't even guarantee a seat for myself to heaven let alone the extra tickets. I ENVY THEM!


All rounder. The trait that we all boast about. But does an all rounder really is an all rounder? I mean does the term all rounder includes the religion bits? I wonder.








ps:i think nasik berlauk is the best breakfast.

tonight's gonna be a good night.

A lame story it was.
Yet managed to put a smile on my face.

Since I have neither a car nor a bicycle, I had no other choice than to wait for the bus in the rain.Sigh.It's pretty taxing sometimes to brave the sardine packed bus but thinking that InsyaAllah in a year i will be able to buy a car with my own hard earned money, things are bearable.


Waiting is not my forte.Let alone waiting for a bus that took forever to arrive in the rain.But when I boarded the bus,the driver greeted me 'sayang,nak pergi mana?'.Oh no the driver was not a bearded stout guy,a makcik.A makcik drove that bus.Cool kan?I melted right away.Bonus point, the available seats were aplenty.


And when I got off,she waved at me.Heck after that I didn't even mind that I have to cross the road, walk a few blocks ahead and climb five sets of stairs IN THE RAIN.Just because I know the world is not a cruel place to be after all.


Thanks makcik.U made my day.

ps:and here i am writing on my comfy bed.Alhamdulillah.
pps:next time when u are all gloomy,focus on the simple things that u might take for granted.
ppps:oh you,tell me that i'm precious.because you are a gem to me.

my blog doesn't automatically show the comments i received.i have to approve it first.yes pat on the back for that.

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i was so stupid because i clicked without looking.so instead of publishing i rejected them.gile cool kau weh.

as much as i hate to say this..

I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was, but what happened is in the past and all I can do is try to change and if you can't accept that, then you weren't who I thought you were.