Wednesday, August 3, 2011

My Letter 2 the person who used to reside my heart....



To the you who owns my heart,

I just want to say, there’s so many letters I’ve wrote to you that goes unsend. Some because I purposely do so and others is because I have no courage to do so. This maybe one of the “I have no courage”. I want to write a lot of things about me, about you, about us. I want the real truth to be out before regrets overcome me. I want it out so I don’t have anything more to hide and I want to end this game. I want you to know what I feel about things, about you. But too bad I won’t send it to you because I’m not strong enough. Strong enough to feel betrayed, strong enough to trust you with my feelings and most of all, trust you not to turn away from me.

I admit I am egoistic. I am arrogant towards guys. But only because I’m scared. Scared to feel that low feelings you get when someone you love leaves you or pretend or lie. I’m not good with depression. I may look emotionless and don’t care about things but deep down inside I’m still human, I have feelings even though I try my hardest to push it away, to ignore it, to pretend it doesn’t exist but it will come out when I let my guards down.

I push people away, I fight with guys a lot, I pretend to not care about others. Only because when someone gets close to you, only two things that will happen; they leave or their existence is for a certain motive. Happiness does come around but I rather don’t feel both than feel happy and crushed down afterwards. I admit that I’m not strong. I’m so fragile and a single wrong move from you could crush me hard into pieces. I’m also scared then when I start feel comfortable and letting you in, you would turn away and walk through that door without a second look. So rather I make the first move so I won’t get hurt so much. Even if I ask you to promise me, even if you yourself promise me that you won’t leave, I still can’t risk a broken heart.

Now let’s talk about you, shall we?

You’re a guy so basically you are arrogant, egoistic, hard to decipher, hide your emotion and many more but on you, it seems that every single one of those maximize to a higher level. I understand and willing to push it away but I’m annoyed. When someone truly cares about the other person, he’ll be willing to push it aside or you could atleast minimize it. For once, push your ego and pride away! I didn’t expect you to always do that but in certain situation, please, I need to see that you truly care about it so I can give you my trust.

Sometimes or whenever it comes to you, I don’t know if you’re playing games or you’re serious. That’s the thing on you that ticks me sometimes because whenever I ask, you won’t answer but leaves me hanging. Gosh, you might think it’s insignificant but it means a lot for me to know what you actually meant. I’m not good at deciphering things especially words from a guy. I want it to be clear on what message you’re sending because I got confuse a lot. Maybe it’s just me or my paranoid attitude taking over but seriously, be truthfully or atleast make it easier for me to know what you’re trying to send.

You asked me to tell about my problems but you yourself kept it away from me. It’s always nothing or not important for me to know. Biased much? If your purpose of not telling me because you think I’ll be bored or am not interested or simply because you don’t want me to think about you differently then you’re wrong. If someone cares about me, I will return that care even if I don’t look like I’m doing so. But if you don’t want to tell me because you think I’m an outsider and I have no right to know about you then it’s clearly that you’re not trusting me and it goes back to why this couldn’t work out well.

Now is the part where I want to talk about us. Both you and I.

You may not notice this because you’re a guy and because maybe it doesn’t matter to you but I have this feeling from the first time I lay my eyes on you that you’re going to be someone different in my life and someone significant and simply here. I look into your eyes and see determination. You’re not like other guys and the more I push you, the harder you push me back and I end up feeling what I forbid myself to feel. You’re special to me either in a friend context, family context or care context, you just are special in your own categorized group I created.

I don’t want you to leave neither I want you to stay. Right this second I’m writing this, my feelings aren’t that strong as before but I still can’t understand why you’re still here. That’s another thing, you just won’t go away. Regardless of how many times it seems that you are going to or how many times I want to push you out of my life, you keep coming back and I want to know why. I guess you and I have no answer to this. Unless this is your master plan.

Lastly, I’m amazed. You’re different. The first and so far the only guy who could relate quite quick to me. You see me right through my eyes and it annoys and surprised me. I’m usually good at masking my feelings and the real me but sometimes you went pass it easily. Congratz. In other way, I can see that we’re kind of always on the same page. That’s the reason why I won’t let you go even if I don’t have that feelings anymore, because no matter what, I can’t and never will get bored of you. Funny how the story leads us, huh?

That’s the end of it. I hope this letter explain what you need to know. If you’re playing with my heart, then don’t think that I don’t have a back up plan to ruin your life and make you suffer like hell. I’m good at torturing guys, especially the one that easy to reach. Well, good luck with trying to figure out things.

“In the future when my children ask the story of my life, one of it will be the story of us…”
-MJ

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Okayy, before u guys get all.. waa? This was written a year ago.. well, not precisely a year but close to it to a certain someone. Well, fyi, we never settle anything yet.. It was left hanging and now like an ocean tide whipping away the surface clean, so does my feelings. I just wanted to share this so the burden will be lifted, somehow.. Well, tnx for reading..

Salam ^_^v

Monday, August 1, 2011

Iftar Ramadhan!

Salam readers!

So, today is the 1st day in my college life I break my fast in the Masjid. It was fun actually.. As in, I was there from Asar to after Tarawih and being in the Masjid -apart from the hot and humid air- it actually feels right and at home. I guess mainly because its Fitrah.. Our human nature wanting to be near our Creator..

So I break fast with some of my friends and well, during the Terawih I met this lady whom look familiar to me but oh well, I didn't seem to remember her.. She asked about stuff like my course, year, where I live etc.. and I actually felt like I don't know.. appreciated.. haha!

I love terawih but I hate the umcomfyness of it.. I mean, I can't seem to breath! Oh, and well, the lil' kids rushing here and there reminds me of my bro and sis and how much I miss them!

Well, that's all.. Salam and nyt!

Rantz from the 1st day of fasting

Salam..

Huu~ Firstly before I start to write about my dayy.. I wanna say that "To those who r fasting with someone, cherish your moment cuz u might never know when it'll ends" huu~ T.T

This year, 1st day je da sorg2.. naseb ade Iftar kat Masjid.. kalau takk, de yg menangis  mkn sorg2 kat bilik.. huu~ So today, I woke up around 3.45 by an incoming msg so I perform some Solat and Sahur some rice and biscuit. Mind u, I did everything alone today and yes, freakishly alone!

I woke around 8 wiv a stomach that demands the toilet and afterward, I slept back and woke around 11++ again wiv an incoming msg.. I started to think msg tones and a better alaram then my alarm tone.. huu~ And well, I didnt spend much today apart from lazying around till 3pm while waiting for a msg to tell me there's usrah today but to my dismay, there's none.

So after performing my zohore, I spend like half an hr solving a Sudoku game. Yes, I'm bored regardless of assignment pilling up. Huu~ So I did solve the Sudoku and I received the msg I waited for.. telling me there's no Usrahh.. So, I turn back to my assignments and yes, part time chcking FB..

It was a bore ppl talk about how hungry they are and all in their status so I scrolled with eyes half open and I saw a blog entry from a senior and KUIS here and she tell bout her being alone fasting and I was like, omg! me too.. How sad.. huu~ And she said she felt like crying.. wheres I already did.. haha!

Well, its already 6.30 and I need to get ready for Iftar and Solat terawih at Al-Azhar mosque.. Selamat berbuke to ya'll and remember, CHERISH THAT MOMENT! Salam!

1st Nyt of Ramadhan !

Salam once again..

Yes, this is my second entry of the Night.. Yey me for being extra 'hard-workin'' when I should be sleeping cuz 2morow I need to wake up for sahur! Huu~ ni lahh.. Rajin xbertempat..

Okay, so this topic I really am going to talk about Ramadhan and my 1st night of it, this year.. It all start with my friends saying they're going back home.. I was like fyn, watev.. but as usual, wat came out from my lips is never the same as what's in my heart.. I felt betrayed, hurt, and crash -Haha, dramatic nahh- no lahh, just kidding.. I just feel like 'oh okayy, so my first night of fasting this year will be by myself only *hati da sebakk*' I tot of fasting with other friends but oh well, alone is okayy I guess.. besides, I have Allah with me =) .

So that night I went to the masjid with a friend of mine but when we're in, I just lost her totally because she didn't stick around me.. So, alone I solat and sat at the corner while reading the Holy Quran with its Translation.. bless the 'me' time.. I learn alot from it.. Then the terawih prayer came and go with ots of background music of little children scream, laughter and sometimes cries.. We, the jemaah, was well.. In between focusing on the Imam and the children noise... Ahh, such a scene..

Oh, and before I forget.. I accidentally smiled during the solat cuz sumtine happened.. ok, so usually after the Imam recite al-Fatihah, the makmum will say Ameen ryt? and then I heard from a bunch of, I tink primary school boys said Ameen but with extra intonation and long -meeeeeeeen and well, with that cute boyish voice and I was like omg, they sound cute and funny at the same time and yea.. I accidentally smile..

So after the prayer, I sat around waiting for my friend and then I get this idea of poem and then I get all emotional looking at those kids and their mother which reminds me of my childhood memories and well, my parents and I was actually at my verge of tears and I just had to be strong and build up my wall and put on that masked to cover up my feelings of insecure but I know I couldnt hold on longer plus my hunger is getting over my head so I just had to stand up and leave my friend because well, I was offended a bit of her.. I mean, if she wants to stay there fine.. but don't treat me like I'm nothing but a person to go to when u need me. See, told u 'bout gettin' emotional..

So I went to the cafe and bought food and drinks and when back home to the empty room and pretend I'm in the scene of a sad music video.. Haha. And that's when I pour out all of held back tears into a stream of crystal gushing out and yes, I feel okayy after wards and yes, I didn't just look like a Vampire but a real Gothic Queen after that 'event'.. If I'm wearing a scarf, I would surely took a picture of it.. haha..

Well, here I am now.. writing blogs when I shld be sleeping.. Dang! Must be the after effect of reading her blog.. Yes her.. that girl whom I look up to, even though she's not really that okayy with me.. I still respect her like a mini-role model.. hee~

Well, that's it with my 1st nyt and oh remind me, I need to change the layout and all.. It's gettin' old.. Okay, Nyt.. salam and selamat berpuase Darl!

Why I prefer English Writing..?

I know it has nothing to do with the post but who cares?
Salam..

Firstly.. Yes, I havent update in ages because well, busy.. Sy tersgt lah bz lately.. ok, no.. since start sem.. I think I've told u b4, ryt? (Okayy.. I wanna try writing in full english.. No short form.. Unless needed. Here goes..)

Before that, do you guys want to know why I write in English? Why I prefer in over Bahasa Malaysia/Melayu?

Mainly because I start writing since I was 12 (the diary and free writing thingy.. not the essay we hav to do in classes) and that is the period where my hormone started to change -Ok, fine xde kene mengene- that is when I start to get exposure from the REAL world and what I meant by REAL world is.. the world with internet, tvs, hanging out, socially over, etc.. And I'm not expose to it in Malay. Yes, I mean I never heard Malay songs before during this age, did not read Malay book and surely, did not watch Malay drama (exp. 4 Cinta Bollywood which hav Aaron Aziz. Gosh, such an old drama!). So, my friend and I we're into this American  or Western Lifestyle so I drop Malay lifestyle.

Ye, sy admit.. Sy Melayu pd IC and pd keturunan yg pun takk 100% Malay cuz sy ad darah lain gakk.. People might say, sy xbersyukur dilahirkan Melayu or 'nak jdy Mat Salleh konon' or mayb 'xmengaku asal diri dr mne'.. Well, to that I'll answer.. Sy bersyukur sgt2 dilahirkan ISLAM! Kalau setakat Melayu.. ade je yg lahir melayu tp xIslam.. Bersyukur ke gi2? For me, race is nothing.. Yes, it determine Culture and Origins but I prefer to be label as org ISLAM and not org Melayu because if the Melayu derived me away from Islam then for D*mn sure I'll drop the Malay altogether.. Ic x ic..  Okayy.. this is SO not prejudice okay.. spe yg smgt Kemelayuan dier tggi.. maaf.. but this is just my penny of thoughts..

Okayy, rse da tersasul jauh nie(ye, sy gne BM gakk sumtimes cuz sum ppl xsuke 100% eng)..

Okay, so I start writing in English and I like to write in English because I can play with words and I write better in English and well, for some who aren't much expose to English slang and all.. I'm sorry, but I prefer to joke ard in English.. It makes more sense.

Okayy.. so that's why I prefer writing in English.. Besides, I'm an English Student for crying out loud.. I have to write in English.. So I can improve myself.. and well, so I can get the spices of it stir well in my ingredients of Language.. Yes, I'm a freakin' poet..

Fine, da tersasul from the original topic so I had to change It.. actually nk tulis sal Ramadhan but.. well.. Allah knows best ^_^.. Tnx 4 readin ya'll.. Salam n Selamat berpuase!

Sunday, July 3, 2011

.:Home sweet Home:. Leisure tym begins!

Salam ^_^v

I haven't update for like months because the moment I began enter KUIS.. I'm already rushin' here and there and there is definitely no time to blog. Seriously, this semester it's like jalan xcukup tanah.. Kene rush sane sine with class, meeting, usrah, and jobs as I've taken a role in being in charge of something. Sampai xde time nk kua g beli brg keperluan and I felt really2 sorry to my room8 because I've promised them.

So this week is like my TIME OFF! Soo lookin' forward to it. Which actually should be shorten until Tuesday but who the h*ll will agree to that? I'm rebelling against it. Kidding. I can't actually  go back to kuis until Sunday cuz my parents is workin' during the weekdays.

So today begins that day 1 of leisure, relaxing, no rushin' week.. and this is what I did:


  • G shoppin' with Ummi, Aisyah n Noorah(which is rather annoyin' then relaxing cuz she's buggin' ummi to buy EVERYTHING.. I'm not kiddin'.)
  • Sleep!
  • Write my hearts out while listenin' 2 the music
  • Watch half of Star Wars (..?! Blame my bro.)
  • Playin' waitressin' games on the Net
  • Bloggin'!
See.. and I didn't even touch my assignment. Oh, crap.. I forget. I can't have all-leisure time b'cuz there's tons of assignment to be done.. huu~ Jatuh harapan T.T 

Xpe2.. tggu raye.. japp, pas raye trus FINAL. Waa~ kene tggu pas final.. lame nyerr.. *sit one corner & sulk* 

Takpe, InsyaAllah ade hikmah nye.. After all "He knows more on what we did not know." ^_~

Saturday, May 7, 2011

You and I. We're r Perfectly Imperfect.

Assalamualaikum ;p!


Everyone is different. Like a quote said, "No two people view the world the same." Someone might prefer night while others prefer day. He might like coffee but she likes tea. Different is good. We're each other perfect puzzle piece.

Sometimes we argue about opinion. Regardless of whether they're right or wrong. But argument doesn't define one's relationship because everyone argue and they make up and within seconds, they're laughing with each other. We forgive and forget and MOVE ON. No matter how many times we argue...

Most of all, we need each other. "No man is an Island". Nobody's perfect but we can be perfect with one another :). That's the beauty of Unity.

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Okayy, done part serious. Haha. It's been soo long since I wrote something like this. Since today is one of my verryyyy rare dayy of being free, I feel like writing. I hope it touch someone. Because like my father sayy, "Jgn cube nakk ubah org"  I mean, as in we can welcome them but don't expect much because only Allah can give them the Light~

Moral of the Story: We're not perfect. Human makes mistake and they will keep on making it. So when we make mistake, don't be quick to accuse. Understand one another. We need each other. :))