Assalamualaikum. It's been a while isn't? My last entry was about how happy we were just after the final year project part I presentation. Yeah, I remember those happy time.
I don't know since when but May is officially the toughest month of the year for me. It is supposed to be the exciting month, yeah maybe that's why it turns out to be the toughest.
I never thought engineering course can be this cruel, so I just took it. Alhamdulillah I made it until senior year. Then the true game begins. No matter how messed up I was when finishing my final year project, the idea of I couldn't present my work to the panels never crossed my mind. Yeah, I couldn't make it to the final round.
So it means that there's another one long~~~ semester is waiting for me. To be honest, I don't really care about becoming the 'budak extend' (trust me), even though I know how frustrating that title sounds to those who couldn't grad on time.
I don't feel sorry for myself. I feel sorry for my parents. I've let them down.
2015, May 11. The day my heart broke into pieces.
But I will find a way. I will survive.
It's not my rezeki, Allah says so.
It's not a punishment, it's a blessing.
It's not a punishment, it's a blessing.
Later on there will be something sweet out of this bitter experience.
Yes, I believe that.
And I believe Allah never wrong.
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