Plastered Mouth

I was like having a plastered mouth. I couldn't speak nor can I smile. That were the 2 things recently happened to me, for this week, hopefully just this week. My lips started to dry, using lips balm was totally useless, it makes the lips worsen. So, friends, (if I do have one), when you noticed me of being silent or arrogant, please don't jump to the conclusion that I was being ignorant. It was because I was not in a good health. Hope you people understand.

I have no fun for the past weeks I breathed. The last fun was yesterday during breaking the fast with the family and then, I devoted my whole soul to finish reading and MEMORIZING the History facts. I started revising from 7:30 pm until late 1.00 am and I was doing a good job for making my eyes looking terribly horrible, I almost look like a Koala, but the difference, the Koala is cuter than I.

Yes people, it's no use making last minute preparation. So, for those who will be sitting for any examinations, please do not make it a habit. All these whiles, I admit that I was not that concern about History and that's what happen when I suddenly had to rush to get all the facts into the head. My God, I was "bloated", my head my brain was bloated. And, that was excluded with Agama Islam. First time in life, I felt like I did badly in Agama. Sorry Ustazah dear.

Let me tell you something readers, I do not like examination's hall that much. Why? Well the first and up most reason is because all the form five students, who I must say, some of them have those satanic-notty attitude and behaviors are together in the hall, sitting like they really concern about the exam. Duh...what a luck sitting with them all. I hope this will be the last time I be at the hall. I have had enough of this! Secondly, is because, it's hot. Well, I must sounded a bit "baby-ish", but I really hated it when we have to struggle with the papers in a wet, soaking condition especially during additional math test. Lastly, is because the internal pressure. Pressure to succeed, pressure to do good, pressure that I didn't answer them right, pressure that maybe the marks won't reach the targeted score. SO MUCH pressure!!!~

People have been mentioning how relax can I be after the SPM hits its hay. But, I still think they were doing their lightest job in giving me some power to move on. It's easier to open the mouth and talk rather that go! action!. And, after SPM, should I just stay back and having heavenly pleasure spending hours at home, or should I do something that contribute something good to my life. For example, a small job, a time at the gymnasium, or maybe finding a partner. Ok, that's maybe too much. But I strongly believe there won't be that much fun that many people expected a SPM leaver will have. up! up! AND away! It's time to grow up. And I don't want to....

I just wondering why

Why is it

..that when Exam week strikes me, I have exactly no friends?
..that when I send a message to a person, whoever she or he is, I won't get the reply?
...that people staring me like I was the ugliest girl when I made my path to a boutique?
...that even though I have a nice dress, I still feel that I look weird in it?
...that people can't understand me like how I understood them?
...that whenever I speak to a person, he or she won't listen?
...that I don't have the urge and will to continue studying??

SOMETIMES....the answer is somehow hurtful

I am BAD.
I am UGLY.

I am Lonely...

but I HAVE GOD BY MYSIDE

Kecewa

Kecewa is disappointed or frustrated according to my dictionary. And, now, I feel totally disappointed because of what happen on yesterday.

I am actually struggling with my will and brain power, to get myself prepared for the SPM trial exam. Well, at first I thought the exams would be just fine...then it went astray as I sat for Physics Paper 3. I don't know at which point I didn't revise, till I couldn't answer the section A of that paper. I was like clueless....

Ah, nevermind I tell myself. It is over. Its not only me who sat for it anyway, the rests perhaps felt the same way too. It's a past, and in life we should not look backwards. So, I better prepare for my next papers, coming these third week of Ramadan.

For additional math, I was pushing all the strength that I had, to revise and play with the numbers and formulae. The trigonometric part was a challenge. Proving the trigonometric equations was like doing some sit ups for 100 times. :P

Anyway, Ramadan which has reached its third week, I mean coming to the third week, seems rather fine but not as merrier as last year's. But, I still hear the 'boom' and 'bang' at the back of my house at night, when those cute childish boys spent their time playing with the fire crackers. It is like ages since I last touch the fire cracker. So long no play that thing. Haha. Maybe I would join the boys tonight, no?

Gosh, I am hungry. I bet anyone is at this point of the day. I also which that I could finish up revising sejarah. I just don't favor sejarah that much especially when it came to the Malaysian's history. It can be my worst but the most effective sleeping story book. Maybe I am just not that patriotic enough to 'feel' that history. By the way, for merdeka, just wishing the country would regain its peace and harmony till death parts us. And, I also hope that there's no war. I am glad tht the song won, the 1 Malaysia Song. YEAY!! sang by Faizal Tahir. (*x vote pun*)

Till then. Ala na vista:) Moi Love ya..

they are back

It's ramadan 2009, like everyone is aware of. This year round, ramadan is just losing its sparkle since I have to contemplate with the SPM trial exam which will last for a month. If I am pious enough to accept this fate, I will be thankful because the month of ramadan is the perfect time for us muslims to pray as much as we want because Allah will grant the pray of the most faithful believers. So, if we add our hardwork together will ample time to serve for Allah, I bet we all can succeed brilliantly in SPM.

Yesterday, it was the first day of ramadan. It went pretty well, as the day was not too hot and too cold. I didn't even feel like I was fasting. During tarawih, it was such a fun experience since I met old friends, Maryam and Najihah. They are back, and already finished off with trial..meanwhile I still struggling to do well in the exam. I also bumped into Nina and the others like Fathin Syamimi or Syasya, Amira, and Hidayah. It went chaotic when Hidayah suddenly fainted. Haih...poor girl, she must be dehydrated. I got a nice chat with Maryam, and she always being the spontaneously funny girl. Love her:)

fighting against lust, can you?

Ustaz Baharom made his way for a short tazkirah this morning. The tazkirah was of course informing about what Ramadan is all about. I noticed that the tazkirah is almost the same as last year, but I didn't want to give any comments about that since, as we all know, we are frequently and easily forget what is the TRUE meaning of this Holy Month. Bak kata orang tua-tua, Manusia mudah lupa.

The tazkirah came out short because Puan K, disturbed it. Well, not because she hates the tazkirah but we had three events held today at school, and the program must begin early. However, what I was going to say is that Ustaz did tell us kids that Ramadan is the time to fight against lust, whether they are the lust of consuming food and drinking, sex and the lust to see bad things and saying nonsense. It was kind of weird to hear him said the 's' word, but I think its good for him to be honest. Furthermore, he kept reminding us that the devils are not freed to interrupt our focus during ramadan which is a very good thing isn't it? So muslimin and muslimat, are we ready to fight against lust? Ask yourself and your inner strength as a muslim.

Oh before I headed to perform Maghrib, I do have a joyful thing to share. Actually, Datuk Dr Sheikh Muzaphar came to my school to give some motivational talk today. I must say that he is a heart-throb; as his heights, complexion, the smile, the grinning, all complete. A good package to be considered as a prince charming. However, I was more interested in his goals. That was how he struggles to achieve his goals. He has so many ambitions and he showed to us that he can make them come true. The secret recipe? Of course not chocolate cake or cheese cake, but a lorry laden of HARD WORK and determination.

Are u fasting?

Something weird occurred to me at school today. It started when I was on the way to the front seat in 5 Amal, getting ready for pendidikan Islam lesson. Then, I saw Liew Chee Tuck and Anne Vanessa. They were doing some math revision. As Liew was in a hurry, he asked me to show Anne how to solve the math question. I was glad because it was the same question I attempted yesterday, so I gave her my shot. But, like always I failed to make her understand what I was trying to say, and it turned out she didn't understand the question.

Then she asked me something

"Dayana...u puasa ke??"

I was shocked, because it was the rarest question anyone has ever asked me for ages.

I answered quietly "No" {with serak2basah kinda voice due to my no-end-coughing disease}

Then, she said....

"Ur breathe smelly la...(trying to make how smelly it was) try minum air banyak2 la ok?"

After that she continues...

"U kecil hati ke?? I just bagi suggestion je"

So I went..."Erkk....no tak kecik hati..langsung" (although it was kinda hurt and embarrassing)

Then she said "Ok...bubbye..."

see without even saying thanks for the help...

{so cliche'}

Helium is far way less denser than oxygen

well blogging has never been a stop for me even though I did tell people that I want to quit. Realizing that my mother is sick has made me widen up my eyes and try to think twice about having a bad post about my mother.

Surely, no one can live without his or her mom. I just hope and pray that she will regain her healthiness by tomorrow or better, tonight.

Fine, I started my day with the usual morning prayer, and decided to go back to sleep, but I empowered myself to do better things. So, rather than falling back to the dreamland, I went downstairs and started doing my Nilam projects. I read at least 4 articles, different articles of course, and did the summaries of all of them. Such a boring job. Yawning and yawning. Then, my day went juggling with physics class with cuz, Abg I. I just hate electronics!!!

Now, want to go solat...and wish me luck for whatever happens for tomorrow