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 A rare scenery in my KMS room Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. The caption of the photo says it all. I rarely stay up now. It's rather sad to think of the inability to stay fresh at midnight with the table lamp (half-)lighting the bed. But once Allah allows these eyes to stay open at 2 or 3am just to finish off the works that are always piling up, I feel so grateful that the body is given extraordinary strength to stay energised. Of course, with the help of caffeine, I managed to force myself to stay awake and continue doing the work. I admit that this habit is not that healthy to be practised, but what's wrong with some booster ey? People might comment on the 'on-the-go' nature of Amalina J but they haven't seen the lousy side of me yet - to which I choose to keep to myself for I don't want to reveal anything that's bad and not worth a story. There will be times when I choose to be a plankton and get affected with all the negative happenings that may ...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Port Klang, 20th Feb 2015 Since noticing that my writing enthusiasm has been slowly (ke rapidly?) dimming, I resolve to devote myself to start typing my thoughts again here - weekly, at least. I won't promise to write consistently as it is understood that my life here is not at all (for now)   devoid of any abrupt happening that may interfere my plan for the rest of the day.  The morning might be sunny but the rains can always arrive once the evening approaches, yes? What is it going to be about, you ask? I'm thinking of recording any random subjects that trigger my mind to think deeply of life lessons a.k.a. ibrah, insya Allah. Having a wild mind, I often have sooo many thoughts and ideas floating in my head but unfortunately, they are quite impossible to be put into words.They would always remain as 'mental notes' rather than actually being typed out or physically written (sigh) . Hence I'd like to make a positive cha...

Bismillah. When it comes to the tasks that we ought to carry out ourselves, we tend to forget the Divine Power that may and may not let the outcome to happen - as expected, no? We rely too much on our so-called efforts that we neglect His say in our life. Okay, maybe the pronoun that I used is rather incorrect. Replace the word 'we' with I then. Hence, I admit that I do this sometimes (or is it most of the time? Gulps). It is as if I simply forget the way to really put my heart into the prayers that I make. What Allah says in the Quran is true then that humans will normally become forgetful of the vows that we create once the prayers are answered. Ungrateful, we are. Therefore, the ayahs in the picture are merely to remind myself that I must not forget. I must not forget to pray wholeheartedly. Beg if I must. Yes, begging is more like it. La yukalli fullahu nafsan illa wus'aha . You must remember Amal, remember that when you feel troubled, He's there - will alw...

Bismillah. I suppose that not going back for 4-day break is quite an accomplishment for me knowing the fact that I am the type of person who will usually grab the opportunity to lazy around at home whenever possible. Now that the commitments are piling up, there's no way that I can find time to put things off ever again (HA HA YOU WISH!). A good thing about spending your holiday at the college is you will insyaAllah (by hook or by crook) find ways to finish your assignments and revisions. It's just because college has less of distractions if compared to the everyday life at home, right? Not to forget, the bi'ah that we have here at Kolej MARA Seremban as well the people who exist around us, acting as the 'mobile motivating tools' - am indeed grateful for that, alhamdulillah! It's quite surprising that I feel less homesick nowadays. Is it because I'm getting used to being away from home or is it the mind-over-matter thingy that we usually experience onc...

Bismillah. Now that I have been away for quite some time, it feels rather awkward to start saying hi to you again. Nah, this is not an abstract piece, directed to my so-called future zauj blablabla. I am merely talking about posting any entry here, on this blog. The most solid reason why I have been abandoning you is that so many things are taking place in my life currently. So many MORE IMPORTANT things that I cannot afford to avert my attention away from them. Academic life of course and some other commitments that I must find way to cope well with. After all, the most honourable people are those who devote themselves for the benefits of others, isn't it? Thus, let's just put it this way; I am trying to make full use of the opportunities Allah gives me now in order to serve Him by doing works for people :) Updates: JOJI 4.0 had officially ended last week alhamdulillah. IELTS on November 1st. Re-take of English in less than 2 weeks.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. When I told myself that it won't really matter if I got excellent results or not as Allah knows what's best, I truly had no idea of how failure would affect my emotions, my faith. As He has always given me the ease in almost everything that I do in life so far, I never had the chance of experiencing the real feeling of frustration. Yes, never. So when I laid my eyes on my laptop screen the other day, I felt numb. The not so beautiful grades that danced before me froze the time. Everything came to a halt. I remember that when my room-mate asked about the results, I just smiled and said "Alhamdulillah, tapi tak ada A pun..". I couldn't believe my eyes that I expected for at least an A to pop out and replace its friends that bugged my view at that time. I just walked out of the room, holding the phone in my hands and started to dial ayah's number. I immediately broke the news to ayah that I have to re-sit for all papers next June...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. * I know that I shouldn't be associating an update here with the end of AS trial today but I couldn't escape from that fact, really. Ohhho so yes, alhamdulillah He eases every thing for me during the exam week now that I can heave a sigh of relief...temporarily..only. The countdown to the real AS on my phone is a perfect way to remind myself that whatever it is, the clock will not stop ticking and will probably just leave me if I were to be amazed with the momentary pleasure it brings. So here goes the usual update once I can find some time to be in front of the screen, typing the words of my mind. * A mask which I put on now shall not be the truth for the people's eyes. But somehow, I am compelled to remain veiled, beneath the most beautiful mask I could ever find so that I will, be the best person I can ever be. So that I shall be the person who Allah wants me to be. It's inevitable to look at the past that it was indeed quite ...