Giving up is not an option

Everybody got something they had to leave behind,

One regret from yesterday, that just seems to grow with time,

There's no use looking back or wondering,

How could it be now or might of been,

Oh, this I know, but still can't find ways to let you go.

I never had a dream come true, till the day I found you, 

(this is somebody will be said when she/he got the unpredictable good news as regards to all her/his hardworking all the time, and as a Muslim, spontaneously will say, " Alhamdulillah", all praise to Allah.)

I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day,

( this syndrome is commonly being detected when we have a problem on how to cope with our assignments such as presentation, scrap books, thesis, research, etc), don't worry for not have the words to say, every single problem may has its own resolution. Just ask from Allah, to seek for the help. Make dua' is so important as a Muslim. Doing Tahajjud prayer will serve us with an amazing calmness.)

And I know no matter where life takes me to,

A parts of me, will always be with you,

(follow the excellence and success will chase you)

Oh, this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go,

( Do not give up, as long as we are trying our best)

There's no use looking back or wondering,

because love is a strange and funny thing,

( Yes, that's it! I wish to get a job that I love to do. Sometimes, there's a bit difficulties we have to face, even we work on the field that we love, because love only is not equal to the expertise, that's called as strange & funny).

Yes, these are what happened to me in anytime. 

It is hard for me to be good in english, in its writing and speaking. But I want to try always, always & always! Practice make perfect.

It is hard for me to catch up and being expert in all the topic of my study field even I love it so much!! Why??? Love without trying to understand and work on it, then will be nothing...

It is hard for me to do all the things in the same time..Why??? Because sometimes I failed to isolate the things due to their priority...

It is hard for me to complete my writing on my first novela...Why??? Because it is not as easy as abc to create an idea to continue it..arghhh,,I'm stuck on the chapter 7,,and I have to get the points for the next coming 3 more chapters!!! hu2..sob3x..

P/S: the sentences those are not in the bracket, are come from the "Never had a dream come true" lyric, which is a love song to somebody actually....but since I do not want to jump into the song's meaning directly, therefore I jump into my own perception about love..It is too subjective...

Kesunyian apekah?? what the loneliness..

Bismillah.......

Alhamdulillah, sudah selamat sampai ke kolej kediaman...
Perasaan?? bercampur baur...xcited! gembira! sedih! pilu! emmm,,OTP pun ade kowt..
??????????
Orang takde perasaan...

Semester ni, merupakan semester ke-3 saye di menuntut dan tinggal di sini..
Kat rumah, bukan main semangat lagi nak mulakan kuliah macam biasa...
InsyaAllah, mudah2an dipermudahkan segala urusan...

Buat ape tu???
Penat mengemas barang2 belum lagi hilang,,tapi alhamdulillah bilik ni sudah dikemas dengan baik..
Cuma?????????? Kenapa???????

Semester ini saya rasa sedih sangat2, sebab saye duduk bilik sebesar ini, sangat selesa, kemudahan bagus,,malangnya saya tidak ber 'roomate'...
Bagi saya, saya x biasa tinggal di sesuatu tempat tanpa ade orng lain bersama sekali duduk dengan sye...
Saya rindu roomate sye yg dlu..name dia Kak Suzi...cheerful je orngnye! asal msuk bilik je ade je topik nak dibualkan..lagipun die kakak senior, so, bnyk bende yg dikongsikan dengan saya!! I love you, sis for the seek of Allah!!!..

Cuba bygkan ye,,cmnelah nak dpt semangat mengharung hidup tinggal bersendirian..bkn x pernah langsung,,
pernah je tinggal sorng tpi xde la sampai 6 bulan terus..he2..lame tuuu..
Kat sini mmng sume 1 bilik 1 orng kot..sye x pasti semua ke x...klo tinggal 1 bilik sorng, tpi tempat ni cheerful, havoc sje,,xde la terasa sngt sorng2...

Aras tempat sye tinggal, sangt sunyi,,jiran sblh kiri sye seorng yg berbangsa cina,,belum sempat berkenalan lagi, tpi x familiar plk sblm ni...sblh kanan plk ade 2 bilik, tpi kosong...lampu koridor pun x hidup...myb rosak n belum sempat gantilah kot....maka kesunyian dlm kesuraman cahaya,,begitulah nmpaknya..

Bertambah rasa kesunyian tu sebab, cume sorang dua je penghuni di blok ini yg merupakan coursemate sye...ngeee~..klo mcm ni,,mmng sye x sbr nak tggu keesokan hri,,tiap2 hari waktu siang agar sye bole cepat2 keluar ke kuliah atau mane2 spya dpt berjumpa dngn kawan2 sye...=)..sdngkan klo dulu semasa di sem 1 n 2, roomate sye keluar g kuliah ke mana2 ke,,klo mase tu sye bru terjaga dri lena,,rse nak nangis sebb,,yelah,,bangun2 je,,mne sume orng???? rse cm ditinggalkn sorng2 plk..he2..maka bertambah jugaklah kesunyian di kala mentelaah pelajaran nanti....

Sepatutnya bila bersendirian + sunyi plk tu,,bole lah fokus kan?? tapi bagi saye tidak..sye suke bila ade orng lain turut study bersama-sama,,atau buat kerja msing2..bgi saye mcm tu bru rse khusyuk n best nak study....klo sorng2 n sunyi sepi,,perasaan lain plk dtg..aduhai..=( unlike, unlike, unlike...he2

So, mlm ni sye habiskan mse dngn membaca blog2 yang bermanfaat n best2 belaka..nothing to do...harap2,,,bila ade assignmnt by group nanti,,bilik sye nilah akan dijadikan tempat untuk berdiskusi,,tpi perempuan sje lah ea...klo melibatkan kaum lelaki dlm kerja tugasan berkumpulan, bole lah diskusi kat library or gazebo sje....

Friends, Comrades, Buddies

Mom said,

Friends are look like bees,

When the honey run out, the rest will be thrown away..

Dad said,

Friends look like roses,

They looked wonderful, but painful when we touched them..

Grandma said,

Friends can be such a moon,

They are adored and admired, but away off there..

Grandpa said,

Friends are like water,

They will keep flowing..

Cousin said,

Friends seem to be like food,

They can be good or bad to us.

Brother said,

Friend like a cow,

Just follow the talk.

Sister said,

Friends can be like durian,

Keep a pleasant smell, but rotten flesh inside.

Baby said,

Friends can be biscuits,

Sometimes they appear next to us, 

Sometimes they disappeared away from us.

But what can I say,

What ever the friends are looked like,

They are always be my friends.

Why???

When our friends are doing something good and beneficial, 

Go to join them, but if it is otherwise,

Do not isolate them,

But try hardly to pull their hands up to well being..