1) Already move to our 'house'. Or to be precise, rumah sewa. Not ARMA anymore.
2) Our house still didn't get any internet line. I'm really frustrated.
3) Classes 6 days a week. Only Friday was a weekend.
4) Class everyday from 8.00 a.m to 5.00 p.m non-stop even for pray. Just catch any minutes available to pray, eat and rest. We even pray in the lecture hall.
5) Menu everyday :
- Breakfast - Milk with cereal, sometimes with bread.
- Lunch - Makrunah / To'miyyah / Burger bil bidd / Khusyairi (do you know what all of this??) ^^
- Dinner - Rice / Macaroni / many more depends on the chef for the day (Haha!)
7) The weather is nicely going down colder day to day.
8) Some rashes formed on my skin at foot. Argh,, really it was some itchy pain.
9) My face was dry all the time, making it peels off little by little.
10) Next week practical exam. Fuh~
11) Facing some internal emotional problems.
12) Night was longer than Day here.
13) Met some of my former schoolmate and seniors at ARMA. Sure there are many people i had known before.
14) Finished Boys Over Flowers. Haha!
15) Missed my family and friends so much!
16) Not having any homesick. Just go on.
_The End_
P/S : Another tag poem from Mr. Azad Yazid
Hollow Hearts
When the rains fall,
im the happiest around,
to know that i've got a chance,
to cry without anybody knowing.
The room is so empty,
so dark and silent,
Sorrow is the king,
Pain is the Queen
Can angels tell lies?
the devil wont mind,
A broken bow and arrow,
the cupids have fallen.
Life?
patience seems to be worthless,
waiting for a dead tree to grow,
maybe i forgotten that its winter,
Hope is the blessed seed,
let it grow,
never on the old ground,
but on a new fresh soil
Another poem by Azad
When the rains fall,
im the happiest around,
to know that i've got a chance,
to cry without anybody knowing.
The room is so empty,
so dark and silent,
Sorrow is the king,
Pain is the Queen
Can angels tell lies?
the devil wont mind,
A broken bow and arrow,
the cupids have fallen.
Life?
patience seems to be worthless,
waiting for a dead tree to grow,
maybe i forgotten that its winter,
Hope is the blessed seed,
let it grow,
never on the old ground,
but on a new fresh soil
Another poem by Azad
2 comments:
biasalah tu kan.. nanti fre2 banyak2 ya update..
hehe..insyaAllah..
nanti bile dh stabil baru leh update..XD
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