tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19762189061286991742024-03-05T03:33:19.214-08:00Ed OkedI write my heart outEddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-77013828367425483542022-10-17T22:49:00.004-07:002022-10-17T22:49:43.703-07:00Neither; none of the two.<p> This feels just like another heartbreak.</p><p>This heart aches.</p><p>Aching from knowing the truth</p><p>Truth hurts but does it have to hurt this way</p><p>Indescribable pain.</p><p><br /></p><p>It's just that I'm getting cleverer each day</p><p>To recognize the signs earlier than before</p><p><br /></p><p>What do people take me for?</p><p>A fucking child.</p><p>Nah it's nothing</p><p>Nah you're overreacting</p><p><br /></p><p>Do I what I feel not matter?</p><p>For everything that I feel, being dismissed.</p><p><br /></p><p>It hurts like a heart break.</p><p>lying and not disclosing the truth are the same offence,</p><p>we've agreed.</p><p>You did both.</p><p>And I am still tolerating.</p><p><br /></p><p>and today I just remembered I hate being cold.</p><p>Because that what heart breaks feel like</p><p>cold.</p><p>and empty.</p><p>I can't tolerate neither.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>***</p>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-78141571697082876282022-10-17T22:44:00.002-07:002022-10-17T22:44:22.243-07:00Serene.<p>I want to run away. As far as I can, from everything and everyone. But I'm bounded and I can't untie myself from these bonds. </p><p>Almost two weeks had passed, I can only picture myself standing there, still, with the breeze hits my face. Eyes that no longer have any tears to cry, and my hair is blowing because I finally have the will to wash them, and lips that no longer have to explain. </p><p>I hug myself because It is too cold. I look in front to an open space, to a space which has no limits and boundaries. One step away from ultimate freedom. But there are responsibilities that holding me - from the back. The space is serene with many possibilities. It speaks to you if you listen carefully enough. </p><p>I can't wait to be in the place of my dreams, one step away from an ultimate freedom, the space that's serene but gives you strength, to step forward or look behind. </p><p>- April 2022.</p>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-27745369398163219132021-07-12T07:49:00.002-07:002021-07-12T07:49:24.979-07:00Vacancy.<p> When someone passed</p><p>He left the world for the better</p><p>But It wasn't necessarily better for the person(s) he left behind</p><p>The vacant bed</p><p>The vacant position</p><p>The empty seat</p><p>Was meant for the person</p><p>But He was no longer here.</p><p>It was so much harder for the person(s) he left behind</p><p>What do I do with these memories?</p><p>This pain apparently took so long to heal</p><p>Don't get me started with the regrets</p><p>It pains my heart so much to even think about it.</p><p>How could I leave you that night?</p><p>How could you leave me so fast?</p><p>Call me</p><p>I promise to answer it this time</p><p>Call me</p><p>I promise I'll talk more</p><p>Call me....... and if i decline,</p><p>I promise I'll call you back </p><p>this time.</p><p><br /></p>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-17270265849905900352021-06-14T00:10:00.002-07:002021-06-14T00:10:10.285-07:00tell tale that kills<p> A</p><p>B</p><p>no, it's A.</p><p>C told me it is B</p><p>Who's C</p><p>in here.</p><p>Where?</p><p>In my head</p><p>Head is sick</p><p>Telling tales</p><p>Kill it</p><p>What about let it kill you?</p>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-8356370091546121222021-05-01T21:09:00.007-07:002021-05-01T21:12:04.337-07:00Choices<p>Wasn't supposed to ask for bigger things in life</p><p>If your hands are small</p><p>To carry</p><p>But regardless</p><p>the heart is small too</p><p>And heavy</p><p>But still, I'd carry.</p><p>Love that i don't wish to be forced into</p><p>But the loss that I could not afford to have</p><p>Which one is heavier and difficult</p><p>I have yet to decide.</p><p>Until then, I'd carry this small heavy heart</p><p>and let time (and tears) provide ease.</p><p>eventually.</p><p><br /></p>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-3956739201662189662020-06-08T08:57:00.002-07:002020-06-08T08:59:46.429-07:00MimpiHarini aku mimpi kamu lagi<br />
Your laughter, goodness gracious, I heard them loud and clear in my unfortunate dream.<br />
It made me think of you again-<br />
thinking what was there left for me to keep dreaming, to keep thinking of you.<br />
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It's inevitable, never I asked for it since I've let you go.<br />
Since I've decided to make myself happy again.<br />
I promised, I already put you to an end.<br />
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But you keep coming back, bet you didn't know about it but you did. But did you?<br />
You're in my dreams<br />
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You were so happy, we were too happy.<br />
Goodness gracious.<br />
How unfortunate it was only a mere dream.<br />
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Sweet dreams to you, dear you.<br />
I hope your dreams never bring you pains<br />
Like mine did.<br />
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Mine did.<br />
<br />Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-51647594653110673182019-02-21T17:46:00.002-08:002019-02-21T17:46:46.166-08:00Never Good Enoughi think I wanna hurt myself........... why can't I be enough? Why can;t i be good?<div>
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does it hurt?</div>
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to let myself learn</div>
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to be good and enough</div>
Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-62413869322377981392018-05-04T11:04:00.001-07:002021-05-01T21:20:13.278-07:00Tentang AnnaTentang Anna itu terlalu luas. Dirinya luas, unexpected dan rumit. Ku cerita kan sedikit.<br />
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Kalau dia bercakap, dia akan terus bercakap. Dia kadang lupa nak berhenti. Tapi aku dengar saja, nanti bila dia sedar yang dia cakap banyak, dia minta maaf. Aku tak tahu atas alasan apa dia meminta maaf. </div>
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Dia tak sayang sesiapa, tapi dia kisah samada orang sayang dia atau tak.<i> Particularly, me</i>. Dia nak orang sayang dia banyak-banyak, sikit-sikit tak mahu. Sudah sayang sikit pun patutnya dia bersyukur sebab masih ada sayang walau sikit. Tapi dia tak tahu, sayangnya seseorang itu terhadap seseorang yang lain, berbeza-beza sebabnya, tak diukur sikit atau banyak. Dan kau tak perlu tahu atas alasan apa aku menyangi orang semacam dia. </div>
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Bila aku kata dia kuat cemburu, dia tak mengaku.<i> Denial </i>sampai ke sudah!</div>
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Dalam dirinya lautan, yang tak terduga. Seminit dia tenang, seminit yang seterusnya tiba-tiba berkocak. Tapi lautan itulah yang kupilih, dan ku harap tak tersampai ku ke pantai. Aku mahu terus di laut itu. Laut diri Anna.</div>
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Dirinya itu luas, seperti lautan, tak terduga dan rumit. Dah ku ceritakan sedikit. </div>
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-1058406515081515982017-06-08T16:43:00.000-07:002017-06-16T22:06:37.166-07:00Luahan Hati<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i>“Angah balik 4.30
harini.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The girl kissed her mother’s lips, got onto her motorcycle,
waved goodbye and sped off to school. The house was lively that morning, it
usually always is. Their neighbours would often glance out the window,
wondering what’s the ruckus happening outside. That day, her family saw her off
like any other day, shouting ‘I love you’ to each other, oblivious to the fact
that their lives were about to change forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Little did they know that the girl was never coming back
home again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mysterious thing, time. It’s as if it has wings, flying by
so fast without you even noticing it. One day you’re a seven-year-old scrawny
looking kid, just starting school, wishing you’d grow up fast. And then
quietly, ten years pass by and you’re suddenly seventeen. You’d think you’d be
seventeen for quite a while but then in a blink of an eye, you’re somehow
twenty! The age keeps on increasing - it’s overwhelming, thinking about it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But the girl, she only lived until she was seventeen.
Throughout her seventeen years of existence, she had brought immense joy and
happiness to her family. She was naughty when she was younger, and her and her
older sister, they used to fight about the pettiest things. Despite that, she
was an affectionate sibling, a very dear daughter to her parents. Sometimes she’d
act like the eldest. She cooked and cleaned – she was someone they all could
rely on. The family grew closer as they grow older and learned to appreciate
one another. It’s a shame though, that their time together was predestined to
be limited. Seventeen years may seem like a long time to some, but when you’re spending
it with the ones you love, time becomes insignificant.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nowadays, when I receive a phone call in the morning,
especially from my mother, my heart doesn’t beat as intense as they used to, my
hands no longer tremble out of fear. I watched an old video of us, your voice
sounded so warm and simply, so you, that it made me conscious of how different
things are without you. Watching you being immortalized in a video reminded me
how alive you once were, that you’re real and I feel sad and guilty because truthfully,
I had actually forgotten how the melody of your voice sounded like. Little by
little, the memories I try hard to grasp on slowly fades away. Sad, yes, but
what can I do?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whenever something good happens to me, if anyone was happier
than I was, it would be you. You were selfless like that. A kind soul that wishes
nothing but the best for me. You looked up to me, had me positioned at a pedestal
so high, that I didn’t deserve to be on. I still remember how happy you were
when I told you my SPM result. You were so ecstatic by the news that you cried.
The way you reacted to the news was ridiculous to me at that time, silly even. But
now, I miss it more than anything. I wish the moment could re-enact itself, I wish
I had it recorded. I wish I had everything that you did, your whole life –
recorded.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It wasn’t until you’re gone that I realized how much you mean
to me. I love you so much, Agun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-71946612693492596542017-01-09T21:13:00.002-08:002021-03-01T04:48:19.570-08:00cloud nine<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I'm forever amazed
by how a person would make you a thousand different ways- confused, happy, sad etc at the same time, makes you feel the entire
world isn't what you need, makes you feel like flying but your feet still on the
ground. The only thing you need is that person. The same person that makes you
smile without having him physically before your eyes, because picturing him in
mind is more than enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN"> </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It annoys me how everything that i do reminds me of him.
It annoys me when I get caught smiling to myself, when I remember funny things
that we ever talked about. It annoys me when he is no longer here to do great
things together. It annoys me when he sometimes doesn't reply to my text. It
annoys me when I cry because I've missed him a lot. But it annoys me in such a
good way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I still remember tho, back in asasi
days. I knew his timetable so did he. Everyday, i would create a chance for
myself to ‘terserempak’, ‘terjumpa’ this guy. I didn’t do this alone. My
friends were supportive to follow my plans. & sometimes, we took the
longest road just to create this sort of “creating-the-coincidence”. Well, for the person
that we love, why not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The days that we happened to meet at
the middle of the street or at the cafe or class, weren’t coincidence. There’ll
never once a coincidence hahaha. Maybe yes, but most of it- no. God and I were the best team- He helped me
making this kind of meeting as if it was by chance. Psychotic as I may sound
but darling, for the person that we love.. why not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">May this memory stays for eternity</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Today
is his birthday. I pray For him gonna be a successful person as anyone else
wants to be and may Allah showers him with blessings and happiness. May you have the happiest birthday as a Twenty year-old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> And if you're reading, you know who
you are. I’ve missed you a lot, and it makes me happy to ‘see’ you’re doing
well in your studies. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> The one, who never stops missing you
till the hell freezes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ed.♡</span></div>
<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>update: Sorry, not anymore. bye. thx<br />
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-67953042412369437082016-04-29T08:24:00.003-07:002016-04-29T08:43:33.377-07:00Work!<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>I promise everyone, this post is going to be the funniest thing you'll ever had (from me)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It has been a week since I become a working lady (Alhamdulillah), mencari nafkah for anak2 noksssss. no. Okay, lets get straight to the story.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On the fourth day of working, I've been told that our baker assistant (Bijaya) had to leave Malaysia because of visas issue and our baker, (B--APETAH ok, lets name him, bismak) Bismak ni had to move to another franchise in Senawang. So, basically we'll get replacement persons for their positions</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So...........here comes the new baker- Naren and asst Baker -Man Bahadur Chemjong , fuh! Man Bahadur has been staying in Malaysia for more than 7 years. 9 years- If I'm not mistaken. Therefore, he knows our slangs, cakap ajuk and the tradition in Malaysia. In simpler words, he is 6/10 Malay.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">on the other hand, Naren has been staying in Malaysia for only 2 years- therefore, I am always in trouble speaking to him cuz he is still not fluent berbahasa Malaysia.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There was one day, our bakery had fewer customers than we usually have that I kept feeling bored to waiting for people to come in and to buy anything from us. So, I decided to go into the kitchen and broke the ice with the new workers. (WELL, I'M NEW THERE BUT THEY ARE NEWER). While I broke the ice with Naren, I helped him to style the dough according to the roti he was making, as he did - dia lenyek dough, I lenyek dough - like that so somehow, we got to know each other from making roti.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">From that day onwards, I would always sneak into the kitchen to learn another style of roti. We would talk about anything so random while my hands busy mehenyak henyak dough. There we go.........</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"You ada boyfriend tak?" Naren asked, AS EXPECTED.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"No. Haram tau tak ada boyfriend ni, Dosa. You know what haram?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Apa?" Of couse he doesnt know. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"NOT HALAL. LIKE EATING PORK , BABI TAU BABI?" naren nodded. "HA, LIKE THAT"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">He smiled. Maybe he was speechless.</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> What the hell did I just told haram thing to a Hindu, like he cares?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"My god, Allah forbid. Cannot do that, If you love someone, get married!" Inshallah Naren faham.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Ok la, macam tu kita kawen la" Said Naren, very easily. I was not expecting him to ever say something like that. wait........... Did he proposed me? DID SOMEONE JUST ASK ME TO GET MARRIED? A NEPAL???????????? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Everyone in the kitchen laughed. Except me. I was so freak out, because he sounded so serious.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Tak boleh Naren, you kena sunat!" I added. Naren couldn't understand what is Sunat, then he asked Man Bahadur in their language cuz ya, aforementioned, Man is 6/10 a Malay. Man Bahadur lied him that he has to cut all of "his part" to get married to a Moslem. But, Man bahadur hadn't yet tell him the truth</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Aiyoh.... saya tak kisah. Sakit ke tak sakit ke, boleh kawen kan?" Naren said. "300 kan, nak buang itu? saya boleh... saya boleh..." He agreed to do so. (To cut all of his part, as what si Man gila tu told him)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We all laughed. Did he really think all moslem men has no peny$? Hhahahaahahahhaha lol gila.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"No la naren, its only a part of your guys' thing. Kulit depan tu!" I told him the truth. He laughed because that would be no sweat. Yela, kalau buang semua pon sanggup, apetah buang kulit sikit? Lagi la no hal!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I insisted, I don't want t</span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">o</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">get married yet because I'm only 19. I want to study and get a job but he has all the men typical answers in his head. Maybe from love films he watched?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Tak apa... I sanggup tunggu you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When I told him, I would go to Jusco during my off day to hunt for a boyfriend</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Kenapa pergi Jusco cari bf, kat Tesco ni kan dah ada sorang" (He is referring to himself)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">After my off day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Saya tarak semangat... you tak ada.. Dah lah rokok saya suda habis, you pulak off day. Susah hati saya"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">GODDDDDDDDD, WHERE DID HE LEARNT EVERYTHING.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hahaha, I am not looking down on Nepals, I didn't even say they do not deserve to get married to Malays. They do................ but........i donwan. Haha</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"You kena embrace Islam if you want to marry me" I said to Naren with Man Bahadur eavesdropping.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Yala, lepas kawen belajar la sikit2, pelan2" Naren replied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"No, you must love my god first, then you can love me"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Kenapa?" Man bahadur asked, mencelah. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"Yela, If he embraces Islam because he loves me........ but then, If we couldn't make it till the end. say, cerai.... Then, he is more likely to convert back to the Hinduism.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">To leave me, if I were to be your wife is not sinful. But to leave my agama, is sinful. Very very sinful" And the silent killed us. (I felt so wrong, am I being too harsh?) Inshallah tak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All of this things, make my work become bearable albeit of 9 hours working........</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Everyone is so nice there, helpful and kind and fun! (EXCEPT FOR THE PART SI NERAN ASYIK AJAK KAWEN)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">"You kena confirmkan, you nak kawen ke tak dengan Naren.... Kalau dah confirm, baru Naren pergi potong.. sebab dia taknak" barang "dia rosak kalau you hanya main2" Kata Man Bahadur yang ingat aku nak kawen sangat dengan Naren tu.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-60329716592463939622015-11-04T20:10:00.003-08:002015-11-04T20:11:41.216-08:00<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Trust. Many relate it to so many metaphors</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i>Trust is like a rubber, it gets smaller and smaller (after every mistake).</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I do not trust everybody. Even sometimes, I doubt my parents. Because we are all human beings, each one of us has possibilities to break promises, to lie, to tell our secrets to other person(s),etc- anything else that can make one to be not trusted anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It happens, always. In school we’ve done this before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">“You’re the only person that I tell this story to. Don’t tell anyone else, it’s between us.” Alas! The whole class knows. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> <i>Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We doubt everyone, don’t we? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">That’s why we set up passwords on our phones, laptops and such. Worse, some of us even install an app which we can set up passwords for each application in our phones! Ridiculous!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You hate it so much when your own sibling(s) go into your room during your absence. You afraid he/she/they will touch your things or take your stuff without your permission. That’s why you shut the door upon leaving your room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Because we don’t trust people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">You can easily tell if one can be trusted or not, if she/he ever tells you something that was initially a secret to him/her then, but he/she tells you anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">“You wanna know something, tapi jangan bagitahu dia eh aku bagitahu kau………”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Lesson to be learnt: Don’t tell your secrets to this person ever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> <i>Trust is like a piece of paper, once its crumpled it can’t be perfect again.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We never think of the aftermath telling one’s secret to another person and later when the owner of the secret found out……….. u convince him/her</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">“No la, dia takkan bagitahu orang lain, I can assure you. I told her already, don’t tell anyone else. No worry no worry”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, be aware of whom you tell everything to. Even the person whom you trust the most might kill you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The one you trust, kills you the best</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Hence ladies and gentlemen,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Let’s pun Put our ultimate trust to Allah. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">He never tells your secret that you tell him in every duas to anyone. The one who never lies, vilifies, and break promises. Without telling Him, He knows anywaysssss zzzz z but I wanna tell gak! Tak kira!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I doubt myself too. I put my trust towards myself at the lowest level of hell. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">*Alarm snoozes at 5:30* </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">“Aiyoh…. 5 minutes more la”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">*Wakes up at 6:45*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">5 minutes………………………..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">_____i aint a trustworthy person. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All credit goes to Google for providing me with trust is like a…………. trust is like a………..</span><br />
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-7455814298329147342015-07-19T02:40:00.001-07:002015-07-19T02:45:13.300-07:00What would you feel, when you receive a phone call from your mother, who's in hysterics, telling you in rasped breaths that your sister, which was healthy and happy just two days before you last met her is now in fact, dead?<br />
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Shock and denial were what i initially felt. </div>
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<i>"Bonda cakap betul betul, jangan main main!" </i></div>
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<i>"Betul long, angah dah takde!"</i></div>
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Selalunya kalau balik, mesti semua tunggu kaklong balik. But who knew there would come a day where I had to come back home to my sister's death. Selama ni baca tentang kematian, aku fikir if it was to happen to me, aku akan kuat. Tetapi ya Allah, engkau sahaja tahu apa yang aku rasa ketika itu. Naik komuter alone, crying all the way from Nilai to Seremban, and hailed a taxi straight to the hospital to be met with the image of my mother's frail form, crying like she had never cried before. The moment i laid eyes on my mother, aku terus rapuh.</div>
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It's true. Agun betul dah takde.</div>
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Jantung aku rasa macam nak pecah, air mata tak henti mengalir. My best friend of seventeen years, dah pergi menghadap ilahi. For once, she was one step ahead of me.<br />
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That was the most horrifying moment in my life. Dia dah pergi meninggalkan kita semua for 19 days now. Things are ok. It gets better. It will. Aku percaya dengan ketentuanNya. She's in better care.<br />
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You are forever in our hearts, agun. Love you.</div>
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-26653151693975365322015-05-18T18:13:00.000-07:002015-05-18T18:13:26.917-07:00<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now I know how it feels to fail;</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to own what I've ever dreamed of.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When later i look up in the sky</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Counting stars, then</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To see you fly</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I hope you would </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To see me watching you,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">i doubt you would.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">because you are over the clouds, with rainbow and stars.</span>Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-73008899952652688452015-05-08T20:48:00.000-07:002015-05-08T20:49:57.110-07:00<u>Menuju Falah</u><br />
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Tatkala kita bicara tentang kebahagiaan, rata-rata akan berkata, saya hanya akan bahagia <i>kalau...</i><br />
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Persoalannya, kenapa kebahagiaan yang kita inginkan perlu bersyarat? Personally I myself have this habit. I thought i would have to achieve or own something in order to be happy. You guys feel me, kan?<br />
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So, saya, Miss Nugget Fingers harini nak cuba menjadi agen perubahan insan (poyo je) and help you find the happiness that you've been seeking. *cheeky smile*<br />
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Kita sebenarnya should be happy despite the condition of our surroundings, because ladies and gentlemen, kita ada <i>Islam, Iman, Ikhsan </i>dan berasa yang Allah sentiasa ada dengan kita. And we should be happy untuk segala nikmat yang Allah berikan tak kira korang ni muslim, mukmin or even kafir! Subhanallah. Jadi, senang cerita orang yang tak bahagia ni sebenarnya tidak bersyukur dengan nikmat Allah.<br />
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HA! Tu kawan-kawan sebenarnya menunjukkan yang kita ni tak cukup ikhlas dan bersyukur. Takpe, bukan korang je yang sentap, gua pun terasa juga huhuhu.<br />
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TETAPI, kita juga tak mampu untuk benar-benar bersyukur selagi kita tidak bertaqwa. Sebab, bersyukur + taqwa = orang yang paling berjaya!<br />
DAN, orang yang paling bahagia ialah orang yang bahagia melihat orang lain bahagia.<br />
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Kalau tak cukup bahagia tu, sedarlah dalam diri ada penyakit hati. We may not admit it but, kita semua manusia, mesti pernah terlintas dalam hati cemburu tengok kawan kita mampu pergi travel while kita duduk rumah je, tengok tv. Contoh people, contoh.<br />
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Jadi, bersihkanlah hati. Hati gua ni pun kotor juga. Hati bersih, jiwa tenang. Cakap senang, i know, tapi dalam dunia ni nothing we can't overcome. Hari-hari ada je masalah, why not kita change our attitude, be optimistic. Kita nak jumpa Allah nanti pun, dengan jiwa yang tenang. Orang yang tenang ni pula, ialah orang yang dekat dengan Allah. So, problem besar mana pun, chill je kawan-kawan.<br />
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I hope your journey to happiness will be eased, inshaa Allah.<br />
<br />Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-72965177538100714322015-05-08T19:08:00.005-07:002015-05-08T20:50:11.340-07:00<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>əˈfekSH(ə)n</u></span></i><span style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;">Signing in to Quora to search about mum (mother's day esok woi) And most of them were not about mothers (something I upset of), But I stumble upon a Question; How would you express love? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">X: Aww. You remind me of my late grandmother. She used to say the same</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. X: I LOVE YOU!!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Y: Well.......................who doesn't?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">pps: Sayang Allah & Rasulullah seharusnya didahulukan.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">happy mother;s day (although this post is not so daughter-aprreciation post towards ma madre)</span></div>
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Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-27317625129366098462015-04-22T08:49:00.002-07:002015-04-23T01:58:03.268-07:00Pabila hati mula gusar...<div style="text-align: justify;">
<u>Pabila hati mula gusar</u><br />
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Assalammualaikum. Hi.</div>
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So i've done a lot of thinking lately. Thoughts like my future and what's in store for me. Whether or not i'll be sponsored to further my studies. Will my dreams of studying abroad come true?</div>
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Insecurities and uncertainties certainly didn't help me find peace. Waiting for results and news only intensifies my anxieties.<br />
What with seeing my peers being 5 steps ahead of me, some with offers and whatnot. While i, hadn't even gotten so much as anything. Nothing.</div>
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As i the likelihood of not receiving any kind of offers comes crashing down on me, i felt panic building inside me. Tertiary education is expensive, how ever would my parents find the resources to fund me? Macam mana kalau kena masuk matriks? Not that i'm against it or anything but never once had i considered it.<br />
Though i strongly deny it but deep down i was getting a little envious with what my friends are achieving. It was subtle but the twinge of jealousy was existent nonetheless. </div>
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I might come off as optimistic and cheery but slowly as time passed by, i grew bitter.</div>
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But then as i lay on bed, wanting sleep to engulf me, i thought of the person i'm becoming. And i began to worry. Macam ni ke aku sabar hadapi ujian Allah? Apa guna aku mengaji solat kalau aku tidak ikhlas dan redha terima ketentuan Allah? It dawned on me that all of my worries are diverting me from my original path. If i claim to be a servant of Allah that tries her best to worship Him, is it not natural for me to have absolute faith towards Him? After all, Allah is the best of all planners.</div>
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For a moment there, i was beginning to slip away. Minta dijauhkan bagi kita semua.</div>
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Dan aku mula tenang. Alhamdulillah.</div>
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Kalau masuk matriks pun, it's is not a bad thing, kan?</div>
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I'm not ed oked. Nor am i pious.<br />
I'm just someone with nugget like fingers in the pursuit of being a better Muslim, towards Allah's redha. <br />
Remember people, when in doubt, search Allah.Eddd123http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172605504872819846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1976218906128699174.post-91633276268845939732015-04-05T01:54:00.002-07:002015-04-05T01:54:18.107-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is so me. Not the broken heart part, but the part yang nak convince the other person to agree dengan our opinion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">If only I could make the whole world agree with me about anything but, unfortunately never. </span></div>
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