And The Rain Comes Pouring Down

And The Rain Comes Pouring Down

it's wednesday 8 june 2011 2309 hrs. it's pouring outside and i've just hung my laundry out to dry. all three babies are asleep...and as for me, will i ever learn not to take green tea after 5pm?

i've just finished isya prayers and yes, with the rain outside, i sincerely pray that Allah grants my doa. isn't it funny that whatever you ask for may not be good for you, and what you don't want may be what He has destined for you? such is the test of one's faith, to have belief in The Ultimate Planner.

it's my 10th day of holiday which means i have spent 10 days cleaning the house (seriously, i hate cleaning!) and 9 home cooked meals (because that 1 day was sunday and we had a huge lunch at a family's jemputan which served ayam percik).

i have 20 days left before the next insane semester starts again and from what i've been told from the senior, the past semester was going to be child's play compared to the horror to come. i seriously do not know how i'm going to cope with the increasing workload. Allah grant me the strength to get through this, please.

do you think that it's wrong to think about the past? about how things were different? about the choices you made that got you where you are today? how you wished you had done differently, made different decisions? hindsight is always 20-20 they say...the trick is finding the power to make your situation better, right?

yes there are days i think back and wonder how different my life could be.