a perfect scene

Dear diary,

Due to so much of disappointment particularly from abah's phone call this morning, how i wish I could spend one whole evening with the following people, have a pleasant chit chat together while all the needles of all watches are taken out of the faces:

oci

tazi

ejat

ipi

tyah

haziq 

paan

faten

athirah

nabilah

nazirah 

mia ruzaini

liyana

sharul

kak rena

hanis

faqiehah

viki

rindu tanpa kompromi

wavin' flag

Dear diary,

For the first time I have got a confession to make. After so much of freedom there has been change in the rythm of this tiny little heart this evening. I could sense a strange yet noteworthy feeling the moment when we were told about our separate journey to the same untoward place. Witnessed by the choir team, I saw the large hand saying a sweet goodbye and slowly disappeared from my sight. Absolutely the waving hand is not an everyday little thing. How I wish that its owner realizes that such act left me with an undescribable feeling. I saw that hand again before we left the ward from different door. For God sake, I secretly scanned the hand from the mirror reflection, hoping for any gesture addressed for me. To my surprise, my name was called again with that waving hand realizing my dream in the most fairy tale way. Irrespective of the vagueness, I should admit that the following night spent thinking of the waving hand. The most meaningful wave- that is basically the title those hands earned. Well probably the soul that was responsible for the gesture per se. Nothing is going to happen anyway. But I should thank that hand for spreading that sweetness for me to remember. What a joy it is if reality as just how I imagine, or perhaps more in the future that bring me closer to that :)

1 Ramadhan

esk puasa
first time mengajar juga
subjek yg tidak pernah kusuka

oh td jumpa programmer395
xsangka
Allah pertemukan kami jua

tidak dilupa
pemergian kak za mak sepupu saya
semoga tenang di sana

marilah berpuasa
dan menjadi insan yg lebih kamil berbanding sebelumnya

:)

selamat hari guru ayuni.this is the path that you have chosen.May Allah guide you through the journey of making the students know from not knowing. :)

Ego

It has been almost two weeks that we have not spoken to each other.
The conflict that I had never expected to occur.
If there is a different way, definitely I am going to slither



~~I will just leave to Allah to soften your heart
~~I miss you friend

T.T

#4Alfa

Today

3.30 pm
RTC Kota Bharu
I met TH after 10 years
It was him. I swear!
That class monitor of 4Alfa, standing 1m away from me.
Wah lau wei..Epicnya!!!!!!


(^___________________________________________________________________^)

if only i had guts to drop a friendly hello. at least. sigh

Jellabies

"I pledge that I will serve the school with full of commitment, workmanship and sincerity"
My promise sounded almost as such on the paper that I put my signature in front of Puan Ainun that day. Finally declaring myself as a working lady, I reported my duty to Sekolah Menengah Jeli nearly the past four weeks. Expect less brings less pain- the philosophy that I set in my mind since the first day I arrived here. Day by day, now I am adapting quite well with the moderate life that the people around here are accustomed to. I survive staying alone in a low-cost-but-expensive-rent house with no ceiling fan, stove, TV, broadband, and only two or three radio stations could give clear signal to make matter worse...yes that is about it. Come to think of it, I know I am a strong daughter. Sobs..

Jeli is so remote to the extent that I can allow sympathetic face from the world to be dedicated to me. I actually have never been to somewhere worse than this, so I cannot give solid judgement right on the button. I am part of this area now and my perception does not change. What I love is the hill view ahead of me that I can see from my car on my way to school. It looks so green, beautiful, and refreshing. With Joe-No One Else Come Close as the backgroud, the greeenery all around, and my school that is located only 3 kilometers away, it is true to have a thought that I am looking forward for another refreshing morning after one left. Plus, I simply love the staff that I know in that school. Most of them are young and very passionate with their responsibility. Puan Habsah who cares about my welfare, Kak Sara who is a great sister figure, Sir Sharul who appears to be a colleague just like what I dream for, the cool Kak Nor, the melodious Encik Adnan, the motherly Puan Siti Zubidah and many more.

Plus, I have 3 new good friends around me who turns Jeli to be Los Anjeli for a few secs. Luckily, SMK Jeli and SMS Jeli are neighbours.They are all the enthusiastic TESLians with the name of Fadhilah, Anuar and Syafiq, apart from Adib who I have regarded already as a part of my life. They are all here to keep each other's company. 5 of us make up for a much more matured version of the irreplaceable F7 that I miss so deeply. We gather quite often in a week just to witness each other's progress, gossip about the world, blurt out our classroom incidents, and so on. Three of them are nice, actually very nice and I feel so thankful for their presence, especially Syafiq who is posted to the same school as I am.

Well, everything seems to be fine.
But somehow...

...

and I cannot deny any longer.