Read, Write and Recite

Bismillahirahmanirahim, Not in the mood of writing actually, but I feel like I just want to let it out.           Have you ever got the feeling of the things that you love and adore the most broke, destroyed, or went missing from your possession and got lost? Yeah, the painstaking ache in your heart. You can't physically feel it. But it's there. In your heart and mind. 'Cause everything is in your head. Yup.           I'm tired of being hurt. No. Rephrase that. I'm tired of hurting myself. Not in the physical way like slicing your wrist or drug overdose. I meant in the mental and psychological way possible. One of them is through expectation. If you read my previous blog post, you'll understand why I say that. Expectation hurts. So does hoping.           It's hard to teach your mind not to think much about stuffs, especially in this ephemeral life. Nothing stays. Especially living things and things that yo...

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and good morrow, readers! Feeling out of place lately, don't you think? Interesting.           Has anyone ever heard of one theory that speaks about the value of something? Have you ever felt that you treasure something the most when you found it missing in your possession? Have you ever felt that things which are in your possession felt normal, when being compared to the times you wanted the things? Of course you do. Everyone does. I've read a quote somewhere on the net which states: You'll learn the importance of a thing or a person when it's not in your hands anymore.           By that very sentence lies a deep meaning on the value of something or someone. 'Importance' of a something can be measured by the thought you have on the something, the attitude when you have it, the love and the care that you felt on that something. This theory suggested that the value of a thing differs fro...

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and hola peeps! Amidst the scorching sun and heat, lies invisible storms and rain.           Actually this blog post is somehow a continuation or an extraction of a previous (unpublished) blog post of mine, talking about being open. The thing about being open is, it is easier said than done. I would know, 'cause I've been through so many events and occasions in my life that needed me to be open and considerate. Being open is the same as being optimistic towards anything that is in your way and life.           Sometimes, we Muslims need to think about things that happen and besiege upon as tests from Him because He wants to see whether we can seriously be strong enough to overcome and handle it. But if we believe in Him, we would know that Allah swt will not give us tests that are greater than what we can handle. He knows us well 'cause He's The Almighty and The All-Knowing.   ...

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and hey, peeps! Such a warm and sunny morning we have 'ere, aite?           Again, after quite a long hiatus from this beloved blog of mine, I feel like to write something about what happened recently in my life. If you know me, I won't blog about something that is not important and meaningful (for me), and even if it's not important to you, as if I care 'cause it's my blog, peeps. Not yours, mine, okay? Okay good.  My Practicummates--Dadaw and Aizat           If you are following me on my multiple social media i.e. Instagram, Facebook or Twitter, you'll know that I'm a trainee teacher, training at an institute, specialised in training future primary school teachers and I am already in my final year of Degree. In the first semester of the final year, we have to undergo three months of (painstakingly, tiresome professional practice programme also known as) Practicum in a school g...

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh and hola, peeps! It's rather hot today and also tonight. Hmm~ I've been so busy lately with work and school stuff that I have (almost) totally forgotten about this beloved blog of mine. I saw one of my juniors had just updated hers, and I suddenly felt like updating mine (which I actually wanted to procrastinate from doing my AR proposal). *small laughs* Since I'm already in my final year of Degree in Teaching, we have to conduct a small research on a problem in teaching and learning the international language, English, since it's my major for this degree. Before we have to conduct the research, we need to write a proposal proposing of what we wanted to do on which issue that is suitable to be conducted upon. We have to write it within the word limit of 3200 words and well, most of my classmates had gone over the limit, I might as well follow their path. Hahaha.  I am actually almost half of the way to finishing it,...

Assalamu'alaikum wbt and annyeong, peeps! It's rather a gloomy day today. When should I do my laundry then? Hmmm Being someone who is a good listener in the group is a bless for some people, and also for me. I like being trusted for you to tell your problems and feelings to. It makes me feel trusted and loved. And I seriously like that. And not only that, I also like to give comforting or motivating words, depends on your preferences and needs at the moment. The feeling is great when you are able to help someone who seriously needs the comfort and presence of someone who cares for them. But I don't know for others though, sometimes when you have so many people confessing, pouring everything to you, you can feel more or less the same burden as them. For me, I can keep those 'burdens' for a short period of time to as long as I can keep them inside. And this can indirectly affect me. Slightly or deeply. But when it comes to contact with my own problems and burdens...