Tomorrow will be the second week of holidays, which means holiday is about to reach its end. How time flies so freakishly fast. Oh well, that's life. There's nothing I can do about.
I can't deny how much I dislike doing things in the eleventh hour but I do it all the time. Sigh. Doing things in the eleventh hour are the worst actually but somehow I just got along so well with it. I can't accept and I just want to run,scream&hide when the task given to me early this year, I did not manage to pull it off. I'm so disappointed in myself. How embarrassing. How foolish. And most likely, how reckless I was. Important lesson I'd learnt, doing things in the eleventh hour will give low quality product. At times like that, I did not manage to cope with my mixed emotion. I was too tensed. The pressure and expectations. The hopes were just too high. Allah was really testing me.
Miracle.
It was in the evening at school, where I was so tensed and did not know what to do. I was clueless. I cried and suddenly I heard the azan. And all I could think of was; Subhanallah, all this time how can I forgot I got You to pour everything out from my chest. How can I forgot to You I should have turned to. At that time I realized, it was Allah test, it was a wake up call for me.
And I am so glad to have Him and him around. Thank you Allah, thank you love.
And thank you friends who have helped me :)
I should have not done things at the eleventh hour yet I tend to do it. However, I will try to prevent that from happen in the future. Especially regarding study matters. I hope I can turn it into reality somehow. But admit it people, we barely can avoid from doing things last minute and procrastinate.
hehe just a sense of humor
Allow me to continue,
Debate was totally new to me. It was the first time ever I entered debate. And I screwed up? I guess so. Debate is fun but I was lack in ideas and skills. I showed half of my confidence (probably none actually) while debating and showed a disappointing face towards the end of my speech. It was terrible. To remember it back, I would not. Although it was an interesting experience and I got to overcome those fears to battle words with other people and point out my opinions freely. Proud and embarrassed of myself at the same time.
It's June already. Five freaking more months to SPM. 40+ days to Ramadhan. I will not involve myself anymore from participating in any competition after this (I hope so). Full focus on SPM. I gotta wake up from this sweet dreams and brace myself for SPM. Prepare well. Allah, help me. Someone slap me in the face &make me wake up and smell the coffee. A lot of comments were given to this year batch. It hurts. Yes, it hurts so bad. But probably what they had said is true. Let us wake up from sweet dreams after this holiday and drill 120% on our academics. No more playing around, goofing around. But laziness really loves us. Sigh.
Last words, good luck to batch 1996 on your SPM! Nothing is impossible. Almost everything is possible. Trust your Creator and most importantly TRUST YOURSELF.
God gave you intelligence &though our IQs are not the same, we can at least TRY and NEVER GIVE UP.
If you're not doing this for your own good in the future, who would?
Tepces batch, we had created an awesome record and history for PMR, so let us repeat the victory so we can enjoy the day when the results are announced with joy and happiness :)
"4A+5A. Nur Syafiqah Bt Ismail Nasruddin." How awesome will that be if it become a reality. InsyaAllah. Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.
With love,
Syafiqah Ismail.
