Bismillah.
Yesterday marked my final crits as an architecture student. It was a really tiring week the past few weeks but because it is Ramadhan each sec passing by it feels like full of barakah. Having very limited time to do anything and everything, I have started to appreciate time -to what and whom should I spend my time for.
Again, after crits, I went back home feeling relieved for the end of my source of anxiety, talked to someone about the day (Phase 1 coping mechanism), had a decent meal -and sweet (Phase 2) , slept early as soon after dinner with no thought to do any work that night (Phase 3), the next morning I burst into tears (Phase 4) and finally, comforted myself that I have done well and I have grown up from the previous crits (Phase 5: Final).
I have never realised I have been adopted into this kind of coping mechanism for any hardship I had been tru until recently. I used to question myself for not crying after the event only to know that I needed a good sleep to digest the whole event before I could response to it -hah! funny enough. But in the rare case, I did burst into tears when it was too hard.
I don't see crying as a sign of weak which is why I have no trouble of admitting it at times. We have been gifted by Him a complete set of emotion not for us to neglect and suppress but for us to direct and manage. Each colour of our feelings should be celebrated in the way they should be so that we can appreciate others when we appreciate ours first.
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| Plutchik Wheel |
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| sharina and hajjar made subway cookies that taste even better! |
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| a postcard from my junior |
Here is my long section that I have put my effort to it although I have been criticised for its lack of consideration for visual appearance. While I will keep working to improve my lacking, I really wish I don't do it only to satisfy anyone expectation because it will never end and exhaust myself for no good, Allah's satisfaction is enough amin!!
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