Azmul Mukmin...

He was a PDT student, first batch. Everyone calls him Azmul. I call him Mukmin. He's tall, big but very shy, spontaneos and funny.I like talking to him, and giving him advice about school matters. Teasing him is another thing that i like to do with him because he will always laugh. Even if he is serious when giving his opinion, he would end up laughing at the end. He is such an entertainer.

Yesterday, I had Mukmin coming to visit me at my cubicle. He came for advice as usual and counseling as well. Last week he smsed me while I was in KL. He wanted to see me. About 2 weeks ago, he passed by my cubic. I know he wanted to see me but because I was with 'my adik' at that time, he just smiled and said he would come back later. So, yesterday, we had quite a long session..He was afraid that he could not do well in his examination which I thought is ridicilious. His CGPA is 3.7 ++. Yes, his English is not very good, but I have confidence that he will do better with experience.

I am going to miss him once he left KMK in three weeks time. I hope he will do well in his examination, and manage to further studies in Medicine. I'm glad that he had joined the trip to KL to watch gomarjobat last year. He is a pious person , I know but I wanted people like him to open up his mind and see other things besides the Quran.

Azmul Mukmin, you shall be remembered like Farid, Fahmilah, Nana, Adibah, Yassir, Farhan and many more. It's a great pleasure to know u.

Speaking Malay

Tak larat nak menulis dah ni...

Teringatkan Tok dan Opah yang dah tak ada....

Marking Paper...

Just came back from marking exam papers. 138 scripts t..
his time...for for 5 days and i got a terrible headache one day before going home.
And it wasn't a good day before leaving Kedah neither. Gloomy home, gloomy day...till today...

me...

This is how I'm feeling at this moment...

REFLECTION...

I met Dr Rohani today, Dr Rohani who had contested in the last election but lost to the BN candiddate. She gave me an 'umrah' jab. Im going to Mecca for Umrah with my beloved hubby, mother in law and my parents. I have never met such a wise woman like her. She's very soft spoken, careful with her words and she talked with such poise and wisdom. She reminded me about usrah and religious talks which I have long forgotten since I left Melbourne, Cholchester nor Philadelphia. She made me think back who I was now and who I was then...I feel a little embaressed with myself. I hope I could be a better person after I come back from Mecca. May God help me with His guidance and love. Ameen...

Silent tears

A thunderous silence
breaks through my thoughts.
What was once many great ideas
is now a triumph, lost.

Baffling words tumble through my mind.
Reflections of darkness hover.
A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me,
and inside myself, I take cover.

What would it be like to stay there forever?
To be lost in all my cares?
From the inside, looking out -
I cry silent tears.

Something to share....

My favourite poem and poet



Chairil Anwar, "Me"

When my time comes
No one's going to cry for me,
And you won't, either
The hell with all those tears!

I'm a wild beast
Driven out of the herd


Bullets may pierce my skin
But I'll keep coming,

Carrying forward my wounds and my pain
Attacking
Attacking
Until suffering disappears

And I won't give a damn

I want to live another thousand years

I'm so tired...

Today is just not my day. Lots of work to do..Lots of problems...Unsettled businesses...But It was a bit of a relief when two students stopped by to share their stories and excitement during the PDT Open Day, especially during the Gala Dinner. I know they were very happy. The satisfaction was shown on their face.

The aerobics session was entertaining and fun. The talk was not so impressive but they managed to stay till the end. The concert/dinner was the best!

They might not read this but I'd like to express my gratitude to FIRDAUS for the excellent rendition of Josh Groban's "U Raised Me Up". I was told by them that it was their first time ever singing English songs in their performance. Isn't that something girls and boys? U all certainly 'raised' them up. I'm sure after that night, they'll get more requests for shows once people know that they can sing very well in English. And to all performers of PDT...you are all superb!

But still, my problems are unsolved and it's along way to go.
I'm tired, guys but I'm glad that my friends and I managed to make you all happy that day..

Anisah...

I got really mad at Anisah tonight. She has her maths execises due tomorrow but she only started to do them 10 minutes before her bedtime. And she's not very good in multiplying numbers but she's too proud to admit.I don't care! I'm going to send her to KUMON starting next week.

Dear God, please help my Anisah.. She's one of a kind. Although she's always hurt my feelings with her bitter words I love her all the same. I want her to be just as excellent as her brother and sisters in academic field. Forgive her and show her some guidance. Ameen...

My poem

This Morning

I saw this yellow bird
sitting on a tree branch
that had no leaves

Were you the one
who often flew around my house
in the middle of the night?
Were you the one who transformed youself
to this ghostly white figure
and flying and playing
in my garden

Were you the one?

And I saw more birds
sitting on other tree branches
chirping
and hopping happily
And I saw a white butterfly
flapping its wings gently over my roses

Were you the one?

Suddenly,
the yellow bird was not there anymore
Gone.

And I began to think of someone I knew
many years ago
An Arab friend named Razza

Where is she now?



Friday
29 February 2007
11.53 am