Transition

It has been a week that my feet resides in the place where I belong. Dreary days that I have so far, to be frank. Portsmouth life and the people that I left at times comes out as the topic to chat about with Ma. It is very hard to resist, at least within the weeks of doing nothing at home. This is not good. I have to admit it too. We cannot let the past cloud affects our vision because all we have to do is walk forward. Many times that I try to convince myself and never stop trying. The last 2,3 months of my life in the UK was too joyful that it turns out ruining my spirit to move on. Not just because of the satisfaction in my study, the things that happen were just in the way that I prayed for, especially to show how Portsmouth is like to Abah and Ma, drive in the UK and ... At one point I realize how Allah is being too kind to me. Alhamdulillah for not letting me down but rather giving me chance to experience precious moments with everybody whose the presence I am grateful for.


The change is I would say too drastic, worse than what I expect although I have mentally prepared since the first day that I registered in IPDA. I guess it is not only me confronting with the blues. My course mates also express the word 'rindu' in their status, portraying how their mind is still occupied reminiscing what they experienced in the UK. I am not sure how long that this so-called depression will last for. Deep inside, I know that there is no use for me to keep on thinking about the past no matter how beautiful it is, yet, being in Malaysia automatically entitles me to a lifetime responsibility. The point where I need to believe that I am almost a full-fledged adults who will soon step in a working life. It does not quite leading to peace at heart..Huhu.. I guess that my cheeks deserve painful slap, words of wisdom from a creepy looking granny, annoying siren or whatever it takes to fuel me.It is hoped that  it will never take too long since the final year awaits me calls for high commitment and devotion for success. Dear Allah, from the bottom of my small heart I am so thankful for the wonderful three years in Portsmouth. Please make me stronger and happy to lead whatever sort of life that I am gonna face in three weeks time, shower me with barakah, show me the path towards Iman..Hurm, just do not stop loving me ^^

20/6/2012- the final sunrise at the Seafront