A Happy Ending.

Firstly, Alhamdulillah. Nothing much to be said now. It's all in here (heart). How relieve m i, can be read through my eye; and my smile as well. Praised be to Hi, (Allah), for His willingness to still give me successes even I'm hardly obey Him. I take it positively that He might still wanna give me chances to see His mighty. And alhamdulillah, I know that I am nobody without Him. Thank you Allah. Actually, when the result web was on, and waited for me to surf it, I was like 'should I?' or 'shouldn't I?'. I was shacking all over the body. And at that time my parent were sleeping just beside me. I just afraid that if I failed that exam, how was I supposed to tell them. It is not easy at all. 'Mak, abah, I FAILED' with the disappointing face :'(. Is it that? Arghh. Just imagine it. But, at last. I woke up my mom, and said 'Mak, Alhamdulillah' sambil tunjuk my laptop yang I dah paparkan terus result tu. Eheh, alhamdulillah again.

Secondly, I am thankful that I can't expressed it through words for my lecturers' helps that actually are the main reason why I can stand here strongly. During the exam time, I was likely an angel who was just sweet-tempered. hehe. Smile there, smile here. Just to make sure that people (especially my lecturers) to not hate to see my face. At least sejuk hati looking at me will be enough. Their pray are my key of success.

Thirdly, my parent whom I think is the best parent ever in this world. Hehe of courselah kan, cause they are mine. kan kan. Hehe. They stay at my side whenever I feel like 'Oh, what if I fail, mom?' and 'Abah, do you still love me even if I fail the exam?'. Haha, terrible betul.

And, that's how my wait ended.
Pass or Fail is a matter for me. It really determines my future. And, here I am. Alhamdulillah, again and again.

:')

*This post is put here to remind me of the feeling, so that I will work harder next time. InsyAllah. Bye.

Hoping.

I'm just doing well at home. doing all the house chores up and downstairs, in and outside the house. yeahh somehow it really makes me wondered is this how my mom felt raising up her 4 children, working and home-keeping all days. one word is; tired. yep, it's tiring b'cause the work is never having any happy ending. eheh.
Currently waiting for the final result. I'm quite nervous. Not 'quite', it is 'really' actually. I pray for the best. Just one thing, dear Allah, if the success isn't mean for me, then please make me strong enough to face and it. please ya Allah.

promise.

i promised him that one day, i'll let him read my blog and be the second admin. which means soon after he be the second admin, my blog will be privatize to me and him only. therefore, he will be able to read how my feeling to him being expressed on a piece of paper.

lately, i am really obsess with my love story. hehe. i miss you badly.