Nia Ilemor

One of the moments when random thoughts speaking,  one of those days of indecipherable feelings. There're too much things running on my mind. Thought that if I can get my fingers on that keyboard, I'd be able to sort out some stuff. Sort out the same o same o problems that never seems to have solutions no matter how many times I talked about it. My mind is like a talking brain, only that all these thoughts have no voice. They speak, but they don't make a sound. As I moved on, I realized that the battle was always about the inner part.  You can fake smiles, you can laugh all loud, but you can't lie to yourself. As you go on, that walls of protection you're building protecting your heart, are gonna be needing more. More strength. More protection. More happiness. More awesomeness. Against lies, against pain, against agony, against failure, against fake smiles, against injustice, against vices. These are what we need to be protected from, for us to be able to survive

"Because as a caliph, it is our responsibility. Responsibilities. I've heard someone said that, the world is a place for hard work,  and Jannah is the place that we get to have our rest  as much as we'd love to." This hits me somewhere. For good reason. Thank you, friend ;) -InsyaAllah-

Puisi Umur. Meningkat dan tidak akan menurun, pergi dan tidak akan kembali, ber lalu dan tidak akan dapat dikejar, hilang dan tidak akan dapat diganti. Matang bukan dengannya sekali, tinggal bagi mereka yang menghargai, bermakna bukan wujud di dalamnya sedia, tetapi hanya jika digunakan dengan bijaksana. Umur, anugerah Dia. Panjang di dalam maksiat, atau terus di dalam taat, itu pula pilihan kita. Membesar dan membesar, meningkat dan meningkat, maka siapakah aku hari ini? Manusia yang alpa atau yang diredhai Ilahi? Matang, atau masih ingin bermain-main lagi? Yang menghargai peluang, atau sekadar melepaskannya pergi? Umur, hanya sampai bila kan terus meningkat? Sampai masa akan terhenti. Maka sampai bila perlu alpa, apakah hingga dipanggil pergi nanti? Dulu hanya seorang bayi, kini seorang pemuda, kalau dipanjangkan lagi umur, nanti seorang tua. Dengan umur inilah aku hidup, mengisinya dengan makna, mencapai di dalamnya bahagia, dan menggunakannya unt

Assalamualaikum.      All praise to Allah. Alhamdulillah, the other day we had a class party. It's already the end of sem 1 and we're turning twenty. Can you believe that? Isk. Anyway we had loads of fun. 10th January 2012 - Tuesday, 9.00 am -2.00 pm Taman Tasik Shah Alam      Thank you to everyone especially for the guys who have organized and prepared all the food, to Azwa and Lee Joe who had us playing fun games and also wrote our class a song, and to Syidah and Nurin who have baked cute and yummy cupcakes! And also to everyone who have been amazingly cute and awesome. We'll have more awesome moments for upcoming semesters. InsyaAllah.  We are as cute as these cupcakes are! And here's my prettylovelyawesomeandcute classmate's side of story for that awesome day!  Nurin  Zue  Thank you everyone. It was fun! :D Alhamdulillah. This is a great start for Degree. Told ya Degree will be just as awesome ;) InsyaAllah.

Assalamualaikum!      You know exams used to be fun. Until books are to memorize and grades are to determine how excellent you are. Nah, I am not here to talk about the education system. Just saying, hihi. Yep, it's Final Exam season darling! So let's see, I'm done with FOE, Titas and Counselling. Literature and Linguistic up next! How am I doing? Good. Things could have gone better but I couldn't ask for more. Alhamdulillah :) Again, for the second time in my first Degree semester, Mr. Fever suddenly came and dropped by last two days, leaving cold behind. And yes, I am typing this with clogged nose after battling for oxygen in that cold room for a three-hour counselling paper. But now that it's over I can actually put my hands up and scream "Oh yeahhh" with a husky voice due to slight fever. Hihi.      Here's what's bugging. I don't know how, why and when but I guess things just get rough. Yesterday, I checked my carry marks for this o

Because it is when we usually first mark our yearly performance.