And So It Begins. @ 11:01 am
If there's one thing I really, REALLY hate to the core... it's Statistics. I do. I hate it. I despise it. I dislike it. I detest it. I cannot stand it. Bottomline... I hate Statistics.
And I have to deal with it this semester and probably for the rest of my life should I pursue this profession. Oh why.
Just like any other major life-altering professions (e.g. Doctors, surgeons, lecturers, CIDs, Detectives, Scientists...), statistics and reports are the last thing these people wanna do when they come to work.
Just suddenly. I decided to take leave tomorrow to devote my time to my studies. I need to UNDERSTAND those damn statistics, and start doing my revision (tho' exams are not until November) and my assignments.
I have pretty much planned my tomorrow.
1. Clean the house (I can't study in peace if the house is dusty and messy, totally have to make it condusive so I can focus you know. My eyes tend to wonder around every nook and corner for any strand of hair or dust... tsk) - yes yes I'm weird that way.
2. Then take out my books and notes, and try not to watch tv or fall asleep (which I think I will).
3. Devote myself to God. Do some reading. IT has been terribly neglected and forgotten, due to my selfishness and ignorance, my indulgence to this temporary world. Shame on me. Alhamdulillah I can still read, I just need to work on the fluency and rhythm. -> This is the biggest challenge out of all my tasks in my itinerary tomorrow.
4. Help mom with the cooking.
5. And break fast as one family, like we always do.
I have decided to instill this habit once more especially in this blessed month. May HE guide me through this. I seem to forget what my duties are first and foremost. Often putting them aside instead of making them my priority.
Ever since dad came home with the advice that we should not make our house like the grave (kubur) by reading holy passages and such, to invite the angels (malaikat) to light up the house and keep all evil at bay.
This piece of teaching stuck in my head because I like my house to be clean and blessed. I don't like unwelcomed guests and having them around is unpleasant and dangerous. Alhamdulillah, so far all has been good.
As much as I hate his nagging sometimes, I know he meant well and I may be irritated but I tend to heed them. I never realised, but reading these passages make me feel relaxed, "lighter" in a sense and less burdened. It makes me feel... good actually.
It's when I'm not at the prayer mat that I'm easily tempted with other things and I'm as good as the devil. Just oblivious. Shame on me again.
I hope to change.
Slowly, but hopefully... surely.
P/s: HAPPY FASTING PEOPLE!
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