I thought we are in this together.

I thought we are one.

So... am i actually alone all along?

The least that you can do is appreciate. Just appreciate. That would be enough to make me happy and continue what I'm striving for.

Well, i cannot let emotions get over me. I need to be rational.

Allah knows best. This incident...there must be valuable lessons for me to learn.

Assalamualaikum.

“The strong man is not the one who can wrestle, but it is the one who can control himself when he is angry.” (Bukhari)



How fast time flies! Hehehe i have been trying my best to adapt to the new education environment so yeah, the MIA. I still cant get over the fact that most of my JC teachers said uni would be much better than JC. That Uni would be slackier and easier.WHY LIE? Ive been through 4 weeks of school and I've gotten 9 lecture notes for chem mod, piling readings for my SS mod, 3 heavy-content lecture notes and lab reports for biochem mod, 4 lecture notes and quizzes and lab report for food sci mod, and 73 pages of arab textbook. The lectures for the chem mod are very superficial. We are expected to photocopy from the recommended books i guess. Well, the book is expensive and i heard from seniors that we shouldnt buy the textbook if we are not majoring in it. Haish, im so used to being spoonfed i find all these a struggle:/ Oh here are the courses that im taking:


Memories.

There are just too much of them. They are like videotapes playing in my mind.

I remember how a big, black, hard beetle which had been in my shoe since morning suddenly moved during my P.E class when i was in Pri 4, causing my foot to make a wave. I screamed and cried and threw my shoe in the air. I  can still remember how my P.E teacher acted brave to help me throw the disgusting thing into a bush, 'dancing' at the same time haha. Well, she scolded me for screaming and crying, to divert attention away from her i guess cause i bet she nearly died of embarrassment.

I remember raising the Singapore flag alongside Liyana, another prefect, making sure my flag was always above the school flag. (I remember Liyana being a close friend of mine since Pri 5. Wonder how she's doing now) I remember receiving advice from a tall and plump Music teacher with curly, reddish-brown (like bromine) hair to follow the beat of the music while raising the flag, and to jerk at each movement.

I remember playing with my friend's hair during a Mother Tongue class with Cikgu Zareen (my beloved teacher) when I was Pri 2. We were still using the blackboard with chalks. I was scolded by him for not paying attention. I can still remember his lines vividly: "Zakiah, ini bukan salon awak nak main2 dengan rambut orang", which leads me to another memory that i used to have an ambition of being a hairdresser.

I remember playing at the backyard of Casuarina Primary School (our holding place while Loyang Pri was being renovated) with my malay classmates of Pri 3.3, acting as ghostbusters. Sights, ghost stories were all shared among us to the extent that a girl nearly fainted and i remember me and a group of malay girls surrounded her and recited ayat Kursi (which we happened to learn from our weekly madrasah) to 'wash' the ghost away. I remember I told my friend about seeing a finger coming out of the drain, the finger was straight at first then it bent. Hahah k i still feel its real. Or maybe it was just a stick.

I remember a lot of stuffs. A LOT. Especially since I have been taking long train rides or long taxi rides (which only happens when im late, sighhhh). Those above were just one part. There are more.

Story of my life.

Assalamualaikum

Get back our self-discipline before it's too late

I envy my tutee a lot. I envy her because at such a young age, she has been very active with various kinds of mosque activities. She has been learning life lessons and she has been sharing inspiring/motivating stories about getting ourselves closer to Allah with me. The story was shared by her camp facilitator during the Ramadhan Youth Challenge Camp ( i soooo wanted to go this camp:( ). The story is as follows:


Alhamdulillah, all praises to Allah, I'm now officially a student in National University of Singapore(NUS), a school that I've always look up to since young. Here's my matric card:



Which only means.....I'M OLDDD:O I cant wait for school to start but paradoxically (i hope i use this correctly), i dont want it to start. It has been said that school will be like A levels every semester. STRESSSS.

IQRAR social camp jointly organised by NUSMS and PBMUKS was the best camp I've been to in my life! Alhamdulillah, it covered all aspects of life - from socially to spiritually. I hope the bonds that Ive made with my clanmates will last forever, insyaAllah. Looking forward to know more people!

Assalamualaikum.

Protect our hearts from Arrogance, Envy and Greed



I didnt know teaching is this hard. Where goes my passion of sharing knowledges and motivational stories? I would like to teach well, but i just cant seem to do so. It's hard. Maybe it's not that bad, maybe im exaggerating things but im feeling really bad inside. But if you were to ask me how bad is it or what made it bad, you would be staring into a blank face cause...there's no specific incidents to describe my feelings. They are squashed together to produce this bad, sad, frustrated, and depressed feeling:/

Irah, mak and me. Ifah was studying for her mid-year so she couldnt join us, sadly. I'm so OVER that period muahahaha

CUTE BABY HAZIQ!! he's such a sweetie

Cik Mat and Haziq! haha like father like son

I cant believe i just ate a packet of nasi briyani at 11.40pm. When it's almost midnight?! sighhhhh...leading a healthy lifestyle continues to be a dream after all. It's been.. well, almost 1 week without middle-of-the-night snacks (a good improvement alrd hahah) and yeah, i thought i was doing well, replacing chocs with apple etc until... just now. My family received 2 plactic bags of rice and side-dishes (the daging is soooo empuk and yummy!). My sisters and me thought that they could be stored in the fridge for breakfast tmr but  my mum had another plan.

Our neighbour gave us a plate of rendang karipaps (yummmm:p) which she decided would be our breakfast tmr. And so, she was ordering us to finish the nasi briyani since we brought it home (well, the volunteers passed them onto our hands). And I, Zakiah Mohd, finished one packet just by herself (the other packet was shared between one of my sisters and my mum, and yeah, the remaining sister didnt want to eat).

It's like...my stomach has a mind of its own. It can expand and expand, and so i continue to feed it with food when i should just stop. I hate wasting food. The good thing is, with this principle in mind, I always finish my meal. Every grain of rice. The bad thing is, the ever-growing-fats. Even during the Brunei trip last year, I finished my plate of rice when one of the boys (or more) couldnt do so. Seriously, in that kind of situation, i really felt like a freak glutton. Gahhhhh ottoke?? (what should i do in korean hahah)

On another note, i hope i can get into applied food science in NUS, insyaAllah. Please doa for me, amin:)

It's been so long since i write, that i forgot about the nice soothing, relaxing feeling of letting words flow through from my mind to the keyboards. Trust me, ive been wanting to post about a LOT of things. Ive been thinking about a LOT of things lately, especially after Alevels, and ive been wanting to write about them but...hahah k i forgot why i didnt even visit blogger to post about them. I hope, in the next few days, weeks or months even, i will be able to type every single thought.

Gd night!

Assalamualaikum.

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