The Blue Skirt.

Bismillah.
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Bismillah

In the name of Allah, the most Gracious and the most Merciful,

alhamdulillah ala kulli hal. for this time and space that He let me and grant me to ponder something this very first time ever since few months past. and yes, right now, I currently in my hostel, writing this piece with an earphone and spotify on. being blessed with AidaAzlin playlist suggestion last time and alhamdulilahh it is really really goood . 

TBS, or The Blue Skirt, as I put to be the title for this entry. 

to be honest, I just can't sees any title that suitable to be put as TBS is the most fit on . so, bare with it okayyy ? 

right, short snack, this semester, I need to do my practicum for 3 months anddd alhamdulilah Im currently survived for 5 weeks and another 6 weeks to gooooo. please, please pray the best for me kayy ?

so, when I drove to go for practicum, I will pass by a school, I mean, a high school. and this thought pop in my mind and heart, that how really time flies. I am already leave high school days for four years now. and tbh, I missed all those days. like, how I wish I can back to all those time and just be in that time. 

that's what I thought. 

but then, true, being in high school days can be goodd, but some other reasons, if I choose to stuck in that time, I won't the now me. like literally how I am today is depends on how I acted in the past. 

right ?

and for me, high school time really had a big impact in my life. it just like the starting for everything. on how I acted today, and how I build the new me, I guess I can say that. 

the changers in my life, as I turn my back and saw the past me, and everything just seems so real. and yes, as time move, people change too. and the things is, on which part that we choose to change ?

like hlovate said, live well or live hell, we choose. -Rooftop Rant.

and yes, I missed all those days. wallahi. 

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having this short chat with E, like both of us know how we were in the high school time and until this phase, we been there and done that already. it just like we just missed and she said,

can I just be high school kid again ?

and I reply with the emoji of crying. just wanna to let her know that she is not alone. not only her felt that way, and she said, back those time, we don't really have much to think. just have fun, doing what we want and all. we were soo carefree back then. but I said to her, yet, we still had our own struggle, maybe the test back then was not too hard, or maybe because back then, our heart were at the where it belong, near family, near, Ibu Ayah, near those BAnggun and all. 

I just don't know. 

but, what I know was, I had no regret for all those things that I done back then, that eventually turns the now me. alhamdulilahh alla kulli hal. I thanked Allah for write this beautiful path for me and in sha Allah for the better future. as we planned, He also planned and He is the best planner. have faith. 

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this entry maybe came because of my homesickness attack. or maybe my hand just wanna to type, or maybe Im just escaping myself for a while from all this Dunya and be in my own space. 

but, from all this things, I thanked Allah for giving me chance to pour all this thing that being in my mind for a long time. 

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Ibu ayah, Angah missed you guys I felt like want to cry. 

BAnggun, I missed you guys like orang gilak.

and 

please prayed for me. 

and 

May Allah bless all of you.

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hands up, adios :)