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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

29 June 2014

Innocence

Even if friends leave us
Even if foes criticise us
Even if acquaintances despise us
Even if strangers condemn us
Even if our parents gave up on us
Even if society hates us
Even if the world shuts us out
Even if it means skipping classes
Even if it means driving the teachers up the walls
Even if it means sacrificing our lifelong dreams
Even if it means losing our jobs
Even if it means letting go of an opportunity of a lifetime
Even if it means starving to the point where our stomachs are on the verge of disappearing altogether
Even if it means fabricating the truth
Even if it means bending the rules
Even if it means going against the human nature
Even if it means neglecting those who used to be so dear to us
As long as you've got me
and I you
As long as you promise to be there with me
As long as I get to see you every stinking moment of my life
As long as I get to feel the heat that your presence brings
As long as your voice reaches my ears whenever I long for it
As long as your eyes meet mine before I even miss them
As long as I think of you as much as you think of me
As long as you and I believe in eternal love
Nothing else matters
Come hell or high water
This world would be a world worth living in
With you by my side
I could not wish for anything more

Love,
Well, you know who I am

Innocence: A Child's First Love
-Anon

18 June 2014

When I Read Too Much Romance

Sigh. There's a reason I avoid romance novels, and it has nothing to do with the uncensored details on kissing (and the like) whatsoever. I avoid romance novels because they make me feel like puking out rainbows - in a bad way. But somehow, by some mere coincidence that might have something to do with fate, just recently, two romance novels made it to my reading list (and I did puke out rainbows. good thing they're invisible). So, when I read too much romance, this is what happens:

"If a single person can evoke emotions in you with an intensity that you have never experienced before - be it sadness, happiness, guilt, etc. -, then that person must somehow mean a great deal to you"

"It's amazing how the person who upsets me so easily is also the person who cheers me up just as easy"

"When reading something someone wrote about their crush, how long would it take for you to realise that they are actually talking about you?"

"If you like a person and you use a metaphor of the human vision to describe how he/she sees you, you might fall into one of three groups. The first is right at his/her focal point. The second is somewhere at the retina and the third is directly in the blind spot. There's a high chance that you might fall into the latter"

That last part sounds like crappy shit. Okay, they all sound like shit, but the last is definitely the shittiest (I used the word shit three times in a single paragraph. Wait, make that four).

I can be highly influenced by what I read. In terms of language, that is. Like the time when I did a Harry Potter book marathon that lasted for weeks, I actually thought that I might sound like some witch from Hogwarts. Blimey, this was all Voldermort's idea! Oh no, I said his name out loud! Bloody hell now he's gonna chase me and kill me with one of his Avada Kedavra magic and I'm doomed oh please help me Harry for you have the ability to repel against his dark magic thank you so much oh Ron is so cute when he was little.

Now that's lame. I am officially a disgrace to all Harry Potter fans. Boo me. Frowney face :(

This blog post seems to be getting nowhere. Anywho, the main point is that reading influences my language a lot. I mean, a LOT. I kinda like it cause I'm naturally not that good with words especially when speaking. Just for your information, The Fault In Our Stars features the most sweetest romance I have ever seen in my entire life. Maybe it's the fact that both of them share the same job: Having Cancer, or is it something else? It's the first time I read something so romantic without having the urge to facepalm and say "eww" and puke. I think I'm gonna cry now.

In other news, school have just started and the exam results are out. No further discussions are deemed necessary.

14 June 2014

The Setia

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"Kahwin. Kau takut tak?"
"Hah? Apa kau panggil aku tadi? "Kahwin"? Mentang-mentang kita dah lama tak jumpa, kau boleh pulak panggil nama aku salah."
"Haish budak nie boleh main-main pulak. Aku tengah serious nie," berkerut dahinya mendengar jawapanku yang berbau loyar buruk itu. Nyata aura seriusnya itu terpancar di mukanya bagai nur di pagi hari. 

Aku sengih kerang busuk. Saja ja nak mengelak daripada menjawab soalannya tadi. Milo panas yang sudah lama menjadi milo suam itu terus dikacau lalu diteguk. Aku cukup alergik dengan 6-letter word itu. Cukup menghantui meskipun usiaku masih belum mencecah usia mengundi pun. Tetapi ramai yang seusia denganku sudah mula berfikir-fikir tentang jodoh, dan tidak kurang juga yang telah menjumpai "si dia" yang dikatakan Mr/Mrs Right.

Pfft!

Kawanku yang sedang minum bersamaku di gerai tepi jalan ini, Shakira namanya. Panggil Kira. Nama macam penyanyi lagu waka waka eh eh masa zaman FIFA 2010 tu, tapi gaya memang macam anak kampung sejati. Lama aku tak bersua muka dengannya - hampir dua tahun - dan dalam tempoh itu terlalu banyak yang berubah.

Dulu...

"Weyh kau nie lembik sangat lah. Cuba kau keras sikit, jual mahal sikit," aku cuba memberi nasihat kepada Kira yang bercerita tentangku akan lelaki yang diminatinya itu. Lelaki itu seorang senior. Hensem? Ada rupa. Ada gaya. Bolehlah. Sudah beberapa bulan mereka boleh dikatakan "bersama" tetapi tak pernah "declare" couple secara official. 

"Aku tak bolehlah weyh. Aku cepat rasa bersalah. Macam mana kau boleh jadi kuat ah?" Kira mengadu lagi. Biasalah, kalau dah ada that special relationship, walaupun tak official, pasti ada saja pergolakan yang berlaku. Oh ya, lupa nak mention. That guy I'm talking about is a player. Playboy. Sebelum nie tukar-tukar girlfriend tak heran la. Macam mana dia boleh terjebak dengan si Kira nie pun, aku tak tau.

"Kau diam ja. Biar ja dia. Jangan buat move apa-apa. Nanti dia baru dia dapat rasa sikit apa yang kau rasa," aku tidak berputus asa. Geram rasanya bila ada lelaki yang buat kawan baikku sampai macam tu sekali. Tak berhati perut punya orang! Kalau aku jadi kau lah Kira, dah lama dah aku tinggalkan lelaki macam dia tu.

Aku geleng kepala. Dulu betapa aku anti dengan cintan cintun tak tentu pasal sampai tunggang terbalik kapal karam nie. Tapi sekarang, lepas aku bermastautin di kawasan lain, jauh dari Kira, berjumpa dengan orang pelbagai ragam, baru aku nampak apa sebenarnya yang dilalui oleh Kira. 

Kira terlalu setia. Dia bukan seorang yang sanggup menyakitkan hati orang lain meskipun hatinya sendiri telah parah. Teringat pula panggilan telefon antara aku dan Kira. "Aku dah cuba suka orang lain, tapi tak dapat," dia berkata kepadaku. Selepas aku berpindah, lelaki itu telah menamatkan pengajiannya, tetapi daripada apa yang diceritakan oleh Kira melalui telefon dan media sosial, perasaannya terhadap lelaki itu tidak pernah pudar (walaupun lelaki itu sudah mempunyai girlfriend baru!).

Pada ketika itu aku memilih untuk tidak menjadi rakan yang asyik membebel menyuruhnya toughen up and forget about him. Aku memilih untuk mendengar dan memahami. Kira terlalu setia. Sekali dah suka pada seseorang, dia akan suka sepenuh hati sehingga tiada ruang lagi untuk lelaki lain. Baru aku tahu bahawa kesetiaan itulah menunjukkan betapa kuatnya Kira berbanding aku. Kerana aku, jika diberi situasi yang serupa, mungkin akan gagal pada percubaan pertama.

"Hopeless jugak la kau nie," aku membisik pada diri sendiri. Hopeless dalam percintaan. At this rate you'll never find the right guy any time soon! Bukan tak pernah orang menyebut perkataan "suka" itu kepada aku, tetapi,
1. Ayat-ayat jiwang makes me puke
2. Aku buat dono ja, as if nothing happened
Yup. Entah apa yang aku alergik sangat dengan benda-benda macam nie. Mungkin sebab... Aku tak percaya? Tak percaya akan cinta. Tak percaya akan kesetiaan. Tak percaya akan kasih sayang. Semuanya aku buat tak caya ja. Sebab apa? Sebab aku takut. Takut sekiranya aku akan berasa sakit hati di kemudian hari. Sakit hati sebab cinta, setia, kasih dan sayang itu cuma ungkapan kosong yang lahir dari mulut seorang insan yang tengah angau; dan nanti bila you are snapped back to reality, semuanya babai saja la. Ibarat menanam tebu di bibir (mohon maaf kepada pihak DBP atas penggunaan peribahasa yang tidak menentu).

Mungkin aku tak pernah alaminya lagi, sebab itulah sesedap hati ja aku rasa anti. Tabik spring aku pada insan setabah Kira. Bagi aku, bodoh (sekali lagi mohon maaf atas penggunaan kata yang mungkin agak kasar. hehe) lah lelaki itu untuk tidak nampak ketulusan hati seorang Shakira. Bukan mudah untuk mencari seorang wanita yang tidak membina dinding keegoan semata-mata untuk menghalang cinta yang dikatakan akan membuat kita lemah dan tidak tentu arah daripada hadir dalam hati.

"Woi! Termenung dari tadi. Dari aku pergi tandas sampai aku balik sini kau masih merenung entah ke mana," Shakira bersuara memecah lamunanku. "Ke kau tengah usha abang roti canai tu?" Kira mengangkat kening ke arahku.

Ketawa pecah.

"So... cakap pasal kahwin," alamak, aku ingatkan dia dah lupa pasal tu!
"You know what, let's drop the subject," Kira menggeleng, tetapi dia akur. Faham akan karenah dan penyakit alergi aku yang dibuat-buat itu.
"Sampai bila kau nak mengelak nie?"
"Sampai aku sedia."
"Bila?"
"Bila tiba masanya," aku sengih, sebab aku sendiri sedang tanya soalan yang sama kepada diri sendiri.
"Well, jangan lama-lama. Tak nak best pren aku jadi andartu pulak!"
Haha. Lawak lah kau nie Kira.
"Nanti kita tengok siapa yang kahwin dulu."
"On!"
Dan aku terus menghirup milo suhu bilik itu sampai habis.

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22 February 2014

Let Her Go


Just watched this lyric video late in the afternoon and realised how much it applies to us humans

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go~


I can't help but remind myself of the times when being with classmates felt so bliss. 
Of the times when we gather at the round table and crack up jokes.
Of the times when arguing just became a means of having the world equilibrated (or so to speak)
Of the times when we mock and laugh at each other
Of the times when we waited up for the others during lunch, and applauded their arrival
Of the times when debating makes the bond stronger
Of the times when we stay up all night just to finish up a class project
Of the weekends spent filming
Of the weekends spent having meetings
Of the moments worth cherishing, even though piles upon piles of assignments and homework await

But then again, how long do these things last? There're not gonna be there forever. Someday, we're all gonna die. Just the other night the Maghrib discussion was on how much we actually need to rely on The Almighty. Everything happens with the will of Allah, and it is something that we need to apprehend.

I happen to come across another Ustadh Nouman Ali Khan video which, somehow or another, is related to this whole thing (though it does seems to be a bit off topic but who cares)


10 January 2014

Menjaga Hati

Perlukah aku rasa cemburu?
Perlukah aku rasa sakit hati?
Tidak
Then why does it seem so arduous
to rid myself of such thoughts?
I tried shooing it away
Locking the doors so it won't stay
It disappears, in fact
But it keeps coming back
to haunt
and to taunt
to tease
not to please
If only you could read minds
Because in there you would find
Stuff you would've never taken heed
But they are true, true indeed
It hurts
to the point that I feel numb
but I know you are not dumb
To truly understand
Where two of us really stand
I bid you farewell
In my dreams, I could tell
That I want you out of my sight
But there you are, to my left and to my right
It's not easy a task
Still, I do ask
That you move on with life
And I go on with mine

Allahuakbar
In You I seek protection

22 November 2013

Stupid Infatuation

The title doesn't serve as a mockery. Nor does show any sign of going against infatuations. Rather, it's what I'm feeling at this very moment. There has been articles stating the differences between love, infatuation and lust, but I'm not gonna get there. The chief point, however, is to pinpoint the nature of a teenager which is to love and be loved. Yup. This is a teenager speaking. Teenager to teenager time.



18 October 2013

Once Upon A Time

He looked at her stoically. The aura of indifference seemed like a ray of light shining from his emotionless face. Typical, she thought. She remembered a few months back, when they had just met. She never paid much attention to him in class. Didn't know who he was, wasn't aware that he even existed. Probably the crowded classroom was to blame, or maybe the relatively large distance that separated them both.

13 October 2013

Cation Hisses

I have always wanted to have cats but they were forbidden in my house due to my allergies. So I guess one of the advantages of me coming here is that I could finally "own" a cat, even though it's not entirely mine. I had a best friend once, whose passion was cats and she knows as much about cats as the next cat-lover. She always told me stories on how the male cat hit on the female and how they chased each other and bla bla bla.

Random cat photo on the internet
I had witnessed the incident once in my lifetime, during the 2011 PPCS when our college was in Keris Mas. One cat was doing something towards the other (I need not elaborate on this) and my immediate reaction was, *gasp* "whoa" *gasp again*. And now, almost two years later, I once again have the opportunity to get a glimpse at this thought-provoking anecdote. This time, I watched how it all began...

Izza, Anis and I were on our way to the dining hall. Cation walked next to us and that was when I saw Ninja up ahead. I smelled trouble like it was a very strong durian. Hisssssss said Cation as she laid eyes on Ninja. Ninja just gave a warm purr and posed while Cation has that look of hatred upon her face. I felt guilty to be interrupting their supposedly private moment, but curiosity kills doesn't it?

3, 2, 1.. fight!
The series of walking and stopping and hissing and posing continued for about 15 minutes before Ninja decided it was time to make a greater move. That's when the chase gets more intense. Lol. Cation is just playing hard to get. Really hard to get.

Cat face
You know you want me... XD
At last, cation hid herself inside the shoe rack behind the surau. Not giving up, that's what Ninja says.

I am not amused
Thus, the chase has come to an end. I guess QuadP students should be expecting some kittens next year. Wasted probably half an hour of my morning, but it was worth it. Look out for our new bride and groom :3

11 October 2013

Partner for Life

An agreement with a fellow classmate had made it possible for this post to be written (I hope you're reading this NUR AMALIN :P). It'll be a lie if I said that the thought of having a life partner, or as people simply say it, a husband, had never crossed my mind. It has, mind you, and I won't be gasping in astonishment if a data were to suggest that every teenager had at least considered this topic once in their lifetime.