Today is the 3rd of September for the year 09. There's nothing special about today's date. But for me today can be a good start for everything, anything.
To distinguish the date from any other dates, I put a starting line into it to mark the beginning of something essential I suppose. This is somewhat very essential for someone weak like me, and for everybody with wanting strength to gain a victorious winning over the devilish lust. This is not the kickoff for a new thing, but a kickoff for the halt of a thing which has long begun.
I believe this can be possibly worked out if and only if tools below are made ready;
1. GOOD SIGHT - Eyes are wonderful, amazing organ. Eyes never get wrong till you misuse them abusively. Remember, eyes are at your front, the most visible part of one's body. Through eyes many can be interpreted instantly.
2. SELECTIVE HEARING - Don't listen to the whisper. Listen to your heart. Take time and if needed flee away from the crappy talks.
3. WISE ACTIONS - Act wisely in every circumstance. Act cool for most of the time. Don't plunge into unnecessary activities.
These tools ain't enough. I give this a hold for a deeper thoughts, hopefully light will come shine its brighter radiance.
Insyallah. Everything will run well for all of us.
Counting days. It's roughly two weeks left.
Time flies, moment crawls, laughter slowly disappears out of me. Damn yeah, I couldn't bear this feeling any longer. I'm standing in uncertainty, whether to leave home studying medicine or to stay at home doing nothing, not planning to leave (apparently not an option). Seriously, living in UK is a whole new chapter to someone timid like me. I'm totally unprepared mentally and physically. There has been many "if-s " hovering above my head. Like, what IF I couldn't cope up with my studies, what IF I got stuck halfway in my studies, in which most of them are negative. I've tried to be really optimistic in my option to undertake medicine for the next 5 years, which is a very long journey in which my dad said "period of total change can possibly take place; death, behavioral change, and etc". Undoubtedly, he's right. Massive changes can occur whether in me or in people around me. Everyone is subjected to changes.
What has taken the laughter out of me to the utmost would be the remaining days left for me to be able to be in tangible contact with my loved ones. First one would be my mom, my unsung 'hero'. She's the greatest mom ever, for sure, the resilient, the superb, the indescribably amazing lady. She's been the driving force, the powerful thrust that has been pushing me this far. I'll never be able to reach this level of humanity, if she's not around. She has taught me about life in general. My dad did too, but I couldn't seem to absorb much of his advice. DON'T ask me why.
Seriously, I am sad now. Really sad. Sad of being unprepared. Sad of leaving my lovely home and the lovely people in it. Sad of being away for a long stint. Sad of the possibilities.
That's all from me for now. I need to hit the bed. I need some rest. Tomorrow gonna be a big day for a small people like me. I end this with a sincere wish, Happy fasting Muslims!
Ps- I am kinda hate the word possibilities now. Although it has been very much a help for me for all this while. But at this very moment I really hate it.
What has taken the laughter out of me to the utmost would be the remaining days left for me to be able to be in tangible contact with my loved ones. First one would be my mom, my unsung 'hero'. She's the greatest mom ever, for sure, the resilient, the superb, the indescribably amazing lady. She's been the driving force, the powerful thrust that has been pushing me this far. I'll never be able to reach this level of humanity, if she's not around. She has taught me about life in general. My dad did too, but I couldn't seem to absorb much of his advice. DON'T ask me why.
Seriously, I am sad now. Really sad. Sad of being unprepared. Sad of leaving my lovely home and the lovely people in it. Sad of being away for a long stint. Sad of the possibilities.
That's all from me for now. I need to hit the bed. I need some rest. Tomorrow gonna be a big day for a small people like me. I end this with a sincere wish, Happy fasting Muslims!
Ps- I am kinda hate the word possibilities now. Although it has been very much a help for me for all this while. But at this very moment I really hate it.
Pre-BTN survey
Hereby, I put up the writeup of the short survey that I've done to some KMBians on what BTN means to them.~ So, scroll it over dude!
1. Short talk with Mr. Biggie Fakhri
Mr. X -Hey dude! Look like u've packed ur stuff already huh!
Mr Biggie - Yeah! Kinda. But, I'm still pondering to bring over my Mimi Teddy or not. It's very maningful to me, it's in this size and bla2~(well, this guy is so known as chatterbox, no wonder he talks a lot!)
Mr. X - Shut the !@#$ up dude! Okay! Let's get things straight to the point. What's the first thing that comes across ur head about BTN thingy?
Mr Biggie - Oh well, for me (sounds bossy here) BTN is something unimaginable, colossal, skeptical, clinical, physiological, experimental, fundamental, detrimental training to be undergone by Malaysian Scholars before studying abroad. This is more like a nationalistic camp which aims to raise awareness among Malaysian Scholars and so to cultivate the loyalty quality towards Malaysia as one way on how to avoid Malaysian students from fleeing away giving services to other countries specifically europe and such. (He commented more, but I condense it up, since the comment was very2 cliche and very2 boring, hahahaha)
Mr. X - I think you can prolong ur talk to someone else Mr Biggie. Thank, anyway! (Dashing out asap, with full of curse)
2. Simply sweet chat with Qaiyyim
Mr. X - Hey handsome! Get up from my bed!
Qaiyyim - Kiss my ass first! Hahaa!
Mr. X - Yikes! You smelly ass! Whatever it is, I'm here to ask u about BTN.
Qaiyyim - Huh! What on earth is that??? It sounds yummy anyway. Okay. BTN is Butt Tickling Nanny.
Mr. X - That's simply brilliant Qaiyyim. Thank for the comment! (Jumping out from the 2nd floor with full of frustration)
3. The bestest response from Paan
Mr X - (knocking the door) Knock! Knock! Anybody?
Paan - Yeah, Paan in here. Who's out there? Come in.
Mr X - No thank. No biggie. Im here to ask you a couple of questions about BTN.
Paan - Oic. Sure, no problem.
Mr X - What's BTN for you?
Paan - Owww. BTN. Hmmmm. BTN is an abbreviation of Biro Tata Negara.
Mr X - Really. U are really a cool guy . Thank for the response! ( Finally, Mr X fled away happily ever after)
The morale here is to be straight to the point at the same time avoid flowery thingy. It doesn't
make you look cool, but in fact you complicate things up. Haha! Whatever. Here BTN camps, we come! =)
p/s - This survey doesn't have any connection to those who live or dead. No offence.
1. Short talk with Mr. Biggie Fakhri
Mr. X -Hey dude! Look like u've packed ur stuff already huh!
Mr Biggie - Yeah! Kinda. But, I'm still pondering to bring over my Mimi Teddy or not. It's very maningful to me, it's in this size and bla2~(well, this guy is so known as chatterbox, no wonder he talks a lot!)
Mr. X - Shut the !@#$ up dude! Okay! Let's get things straight to the point. What's the first thing that comes across ur head about BTN thingy?
Mr Biggie - Oh well, for me (sounds bossy here) BTN is something unimaginable, colossal, skeptical, clinical, physiological, experimental, fundamental, detrimental training to be undergone by Malaysian Scholars before studying abroad. This is more like a nationalistic camp which aims to raise awareness among Malaysian Scholars and so to cultivate the loyalty quality towards Malaysia as one way on how to avoid Malaysian students from fleeing away giving services to other countries specifically europe and such. (He commented more, but I condense it up, since the comment was very2 cliche and very2 boring, hahahaha)
Mr. X - I think you can prolong ur talk to someone else Mr Biggie. Thank, anyway! (Dashing out asap, with full of curse)
2. Simply sweet chat with Qaiyyim
Mr. X - Hey handsome! Get up from my bed!
Qaiyyim - Kiss my ass first! Hahaa!
Mr. X - Yikes! You smelly ass! Whatever it is, I'm here to ask u about BTN.
Qaiyyim - Huh! What on earth is that??? It sounds yummy anyway. Okay. BTN is Butt Tickling Nanny.
Mr. X - That's simply brilliant Qaiyyim. Thank for the comment! (Jumping out from the 2nd floor with full of frustration)
3. The bestest response from Paan
Mr X - (knocking the door) Knock! Knock! Anybody?
Paan - Yeah, Paan in here. Who's out there? Come in.
Mr X - No thank. No biggie. Im here to ask you a couple of questions about BTN.
Paan - Oic. Sure, no problem.
Mr X - What's BTN for you?
Paan - Owww. BTN. Hmmmm. BTN is an abbreviation of Biro Tata Negara.
Mr X - Really. U are really a cool guy . Thank for the response! ( Finally, Mr X fled away happily ever after)
The morale here is to be straight to the point at the same time avoid flowery thingy. It doesn't
make you look cool, but in fact you complicate things up. Haha! Whatever. Here BTN camps, we come! =)
p/s - This survey doesn't have any connection to those who live or dead. No offence.
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