This question popped into my mind a while ago:

What is the one thing that everyone does everyday, ever second, on the same time?

Well, the answer should be growing older, but I begged to differ.

It should be making mistakes.

*Sigh* I did some major mistakes today and I feel contaminated. Not that I’m saying I never make them and that I’m perfect; I’m nothing near it. It’s just, I never make something this big.

I was mindless and tactless. Anachepely, as my mom said.

What did I do? Well, that’s a bit personal, so keep the question to yourself. I did a MySpace account and the identity is so against myself.

I’m not being a genius here, I know. Please, tell me something new.

I’m just so glad I was chatting with Kamel while doing it. She sort of knock some senses into my abnormally thick skull, so, yeah, I kinda appreciate her for being there back there.

Mistakes are a very unusually common thing human does every other second that is wrong and against his belief. Call it error, wrong-doing, fault; it means the same.

ALLAH said in His holy Al-Furqan which means:

Sesungguhnya jika mereka ketika menganiaya dirinya datang kepadamu, lalu memohon ampun kepada Allah dan Rasul pun memohonkan ampun untuk mereka, tentulah mereka mendapati Allah Maha Penerima Taubat lagi Maha Penyayang. [An-Nisa': 64]

I’m… *runs*

Rasulullah said:

Barangsiapa berbuat dosa, sedang ia mengetahui bahawa Allah mengawasinya, maka dosanya diampuni, walaupun ia tidak meminta ampun. [Found while reading Imam Ghazali's Mukhtashar Ihya' Ulumuddin; an interesting read.]

I can’t put them [my feelings] in words…

Fudhail bin Iyadh said:

Istighfar tanpa berhenti dari perbuatan dosa adalah taubatnya para pendusta.

Am I a ‘pendusta’? I don’t want to be…

A muallimah once said:

Tidak mengapa buat silap, asalkan kita menyesal dan tidak akan mengulanginya lagi.

Am so regretting this…

The Malay saying goes:

Sesal dulu pendapatan, sesal kemudian tidak berguna.

So useless…

I regret it. I feel so … urgh. I need to Solat Taubat now.

p/s: I plan for this to turn out into a poem, but I suppose I’ll give it a miss tonight.

I hate it when people call me ‘girl’ but I don’t know how to spit it out… God, help me.