DYLLAREZAN

First of all I would like to express my feeling on how grateful I am to be a Muslim. Alhamdulillah Ya Rabb. Alhamdulillah for everything You planned. Alhamdulillah for every blessings You gave. Life is really really beautiful (MashaaAllah) if we try to appreciate every single breath for us to breathe and every single time our hearts pounder to circulate blood throughout the body. It's really true that there are ups and downs, highs and lows, sadness and happiness in our lives. I always had a monologue and said to myself, 'How can I even get out of this labyrinth of suffering?' past few days but today, right now, I realise that all pains I have to strongly endure and obstacles I have to get through bravely are made to keep my feet stay on the ground and remember who I am. I am a hopeless human being without Him. All bumps and difficulties made me realise that only to Him I can ask for help. I still remember the start of the 'downs'. Few weeks after I sent my

What? Clash of Clans? What's that?  Is it some kind of food? Or movie? Or ancient novel? I bet most of you especially girls will wonder what is it. Actually it is a game. I sound lame to those who are expert in this game hm but sorry not sorry because this is my blog so my fingers have the power to type everything my mind commands hehe. Okay, usually guys are the majority in this game, bcs girls prefer reading novels rather than sitting in front of gadgets for hours hmm I guess so.. (except for certain girls ehem I'm included in that category haha). First time I played this game when I was trying to do some research about Medic and Health on my 2-year-old ipad. Accidentally, I saw someone tweet-ed about it and without knowing this could be a new addiction, I downloaded the game. I took a break trying to take a look at the game I'd just installed. "ENTER YOUR NAME" and I typed DYLLA, taraaa I have my own small village. And from that moment it became some kin

At time like this, I miss datuk. I really really really miss him. Listening to his favourite song, Waiting For You by Richard Marx and thinking of him are enough to make my teardrops roll down my cheek non-stop. How I wish he's still here. I always avoid talking about him esp with ibu because I know I will cry, but in front of ibu.. I decide to be strong. I prefer crying alone.   Missing someone who has gone forever is much more hurtful. I can't meet him. I can't tell him how much I miss him. I can't hug him. I can't kiss him. I can't have him to kiss my forehead. I can't spend time with him. I can't look at his beard, and his smile. I can't tell my problems and doubts to him. I can't hear him giving me any advices. I can't have his supports. And I will never meet him again in this world. I lost someone who always supported me in whatever I do. I lost someone who taught me how to be a courageous and strong person. I lost someone who he

Hey guys. Today I went to Perdana University for PU-RCSI interview. My father drove all way long from Malacca to Selangor and we started our journey as early as 7am (the registration should be at 10am actually haha) bcs I was afraid we might stuck in traffic jam or couldn't manage to find that place. And guess what, we arrived at 8.30am. One and half an hour earlier!  We still have to wait until 10am (tick tock tick tock, time flew ver.... ry...... slow....) and by 10am five of us who came for the interview were escorted by a young lady to the university library (but I'm not sure whether it's a 'real' library for students or not). We had to answer 60 objectives questions on simple english for 30 minutes. The questions were simple, so no need to be scared of this part.  Then we had to wait for another few minutes before being called for the face-to-face interview. There were 2 rooms and the interviewer would call our names for the interview session. So I jus

"No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted." Good evening my fellow readers (I know nobody reads my blog act haha). First of all, I would like to inform that this post is from my previous blog. I just have to repost bcs I wanna share back my thought and at the same time remind myself.  I read my makcu's entry in her blog entitled "Kematian Tidak Mengenal Usia." She posted about her husband. Am really touched seriously. I cried. The tears didn't drop in vain. The unnoticed tears dropped and made me felt realllyyyyyy grateful of having beloved ones (though my most beloved person after my parents; my grandfather is gone) in my life. I just can't imagine how my life would be without them. I know makcu feels the same too but yeah life must go on and I know makcu will be able to get through this, such a great obstacle. Yes it's true. Death comes regardless of age. It can come anytime and anywhere. Only Allah knows. He decides the best for

Guess what?! TAYLOR SWIFT IS COMING TO MALAYSIA!!! Seriously, no kidding. The tickets for the Red Tour are sold on the 1st of March and of course by now surely they've been sold out. It is a big lie if I say I don't have any plan on how to buy the ticket, how to go there, what should I wear, who should I ask to accompany me.. yes of course I did. But unfortunately it's a big-enormous-huge-gigantic NO from my parents. I knew it already from the first time I thought about it. I was just trying my luck and tho they are really in good mood, nahh I guess luck will never be at my side when it comes to "permission to go concert". I understand and accept their decisions. After all they are my parents. They know what they did is the best for me and I won't do anything they forbid.  Eh? What is the poster above about? Oh if you guys wanna know, my sister and I are collecting points and we are going to redeem for Taylor Swift stuffs (not for the ticket concert)!

"Give me an interesting topic." And he asked me whether I know about this worm-inside-face thingy or not. Tbh yes I've heard before that when someone who has sinus being treated, white worms will emerge from the skin pores hmm but I never watch it by myself. So I watched the video he gave me. Eww, I will never watch it again haha kidding. But somehow there are few things that I keep wondering; Where did the worms come from? Are they from stomach? How they get their way to face? So I did some research and got different theories about this interesting (read: a bit disgusting) topic. First theory; It is a treatment where they use the earth roach, chop off the butt and squeeze the ooze on your face so that it heals certain illness for example to cure sinus, it is spread onto nose and face. Someone said that she first heard this method conducted in Melaka! (Lol Melaka). Second theory; The worms on the guy's face are from the roach. This particular species

Hey there again. So what's up with the title up there. Pishang? Huh? Really? What is pishang actually? I'm the one who shall ask what is "pishang" bcs I only know what is "pisang" (banana) but not "pishang" haha. I've heard lots of my friends use that word ("pishang") and just now my sister informed me that "pishang" is actually means boring. Lol why make things so complicated when you can just say you "bosan" (bored in malay).  Oh I get it, it's all about coolness. You use the word "bosan" and you are ordinary just like the school kids and elderly (sorry I know this word is unacceptable at some places). So you use the word "pishang" and thought "Yeah that's more cool." But anyhow sometimes I have to admit that some cool-word-made-by-anyone does amplify the real word. Besides, using different words with unique pronunciations that other people don't use is as the same l

"Time is precious, but truth is more precious than time." So here I am, telling some truths that genuinely come from my heart. I don't expect anyone to read this post, so yes skip this post. I feel happy because I have a great life (Alhamdulillah!). I know there are ups and downs in life and I am in the 'downs' phase but hey despite all the obstacles and difficulties I have to face, I still have things that I can be grateful for. Remember, this is life. I feel confuse especially when it comes to "what will happen to my life next day, next month, next year, next 10 years...". Currently I keep thinking of those interviews which I have to attend in order to get a placement for Medicine. Another truth here is hmm I still put high hope on my dream. Not really the whole dream (bcs it has broken apart, literally) but at least seven-tenth of it. I feel insecure of knowing there are many other girls out there who are of course much prettier, wiser

To be honest this is my third time creating a blog (if you don't count before I entered SSP) haha. Taraaa! My third blog. Oh whatever dylla, now let's straight to the point. Lemme tell you everything from A to Z before I only remember from A to J. It's about the USM KLE interview that I went last few days which was held on 5th of May, Saturday to be exact. So the interview was conducted in the USM Kubang Kerian, Kelantan. Yeah it's far far away from Melaka so I have to be there one day earlier as the registration was in the morning. I went there with my father and my sister by bus. Yes by bus because my father didn't want to drive and we thought travelling by bus is more adventure than plane haha. We stayed in Al-Inshirah Inn, a budget-but-comfy hotel which is situated only about 0.5km from USM Kubang Kerian. Bla bla bla and we arrived on Friday morning. We spent the whole day going to beach (Pantai Cahaya Bulan), eating 'Nasi Berlauk' (my very first time!)