Di Sebalik Jubah Biru

Bismillah sebagai pembuka bicara seorang mahasiswi yang baru dikurniakan segulung ijazah yang berharga lebih daripada ribuan tangisan di malam-malam kuiz dan examnya, yang lebih mahal daripada expenses hujung minggunya selama 4 tahun, yang lebih bermakna daripada tidur malamnya yang dikorban demi complete submission yang tak mudah melepasi tahap OCD nya.

Alhamdulillah, sujud syukur kepada Ilahi yang mengizinkan aku melepasi fasa ini dengan aman.
Terima kasih buat ibu bapaku yang sentiasa positif, sentiasa ada.
Terima kasih buat adik-adik dan ahli keluarga yang sentiasa menyokong.
Big thanks to the lecturers, for the knowledge, time and patience for my foolishness being reduced day by day in pharmacy school.
Hats off to RX12, we finally did it.

Quran 11:88
The days before my convocation are spent with disappointment and a deep feeling of nothingness. I repeatedly monologing "Di sebalik jubah ni ada anak yang sering menyusahkan". 
Before I went through with stories, let me clear your mind about the things you should know about me. 

The author of this blog. 

1. I couldn't say NO especially to my family except when the things are contradicting to the syariah, or could risk their health. 
2. Rumour has it says I am a very strict person but I don't like behaving as one. I'm lenient and carefree until someone decides to try me. 
3. I'm the one who cries after an argument.
4. I hate it if someone is affected by my behavior, especially my loved ones.
5. Once cried, I am hard to stop.

Enough with 5 things.
That one day before convocation I was being rude (rough day and PMS, I accidentally talking with selfish replies), and I was scolded by my mom [padan muka]. I cried in the shower, regretting my fault.
Also, there are times I raised my voice over my sisters for what they did wrong and I regret it soon as I saw their guilty faces.

I am savage sometimes when I talk, or a little ruthless in my actions but I guess that is me.

So di sebalik jubah biru ini, adanya anak yang banyak menyusahkan, adanya kakak yang garang, ada kawan yang silent killer, ada pelajar yang rebellious, ada stranger yang keep things to herself.
knowing this writing is going to no clear direction, let me end this with a saying.

I expect it to be the best day for me, but He wants me to learn a lesson. And no one can stop Him from taking the good feeling of ourselves. Be grateful, every single time. 
    

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