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Monday, June 15, 2015

Gimme A Map, A Place, or A Somebody To Be

alhamdulillah. i've finished my first year of degree :)


*stop reading if you wish to stick to the positive things*


words cannot describe how thankful i am for getting this chance. 

but what can i say? i have found everything, but i have lost myself.




what's worse than not being content with what you've got, is not being content with what you've been given when you used to want it so much.

i know i shouldn't be feeling this, which is why i feel worse. that's what people are going to say anyway. so i just keep quiet. because you don't see it for it to be real to you. or maybe it just exists to me. i make up my own unhappiness and it's all my fault.

what does this girl who has got everything have to complain?

but i am not complaining. i'm just blaming me.

i'm afraid too, that i shouldn't feel like this and i would be punished for it. maybe i am already being punished, that's why i'm feeling like this.

but the feeling is just there. it's always there. no matter how happy i get. even if sometimes i forget it.

i don't like this feeling because it will ruin everything. i know it will affect everything else if i let it. my relationships with people, not just the academic and professional aspects of life. so i don't let it. other people are not responsible for how i feel towards myself.

that is the number one rule to love others, even when you hate yourself. even when others seem to have it better.

be an adult and suck it up. while you're with others, be crazy and funny and happy.




apparently it's easy to succumb to feeling less responsible for your own feelings when you have somebody to depend on emotionally. even if you've depended on yourself all your life. suddenly you are a kid. don't do that. don't hold them accountable for what you feel. you have to be strong as though you are all you've got. don't let them be your excuse for being weak. at first instance of being weak in hope they will give you strength, kick that kid up.

be strong as if all you have is yourself. find that within you, do not look for it in anyone else. because if you don't find it in them, you'll feel they are to be blamed. YOU motivate, push, reassure YOURSELF. if you abandon yourself, it's not anyone's job to make you feel worthy again. if you're not feeling good, it's because you don't make yourself feel good. 

other people can make you happy, but they can't give happiness to you. you're your own responsibility.


this is what i told myself. but maybe it's all just talk.

i've got what i wanted, but i've lost the very thing that helped me to be here.


i was always driven. but now, i don't feel any drive.

i used to do it all for myself. i didn't even do it for my parents. because i had my own motivation, i didn't need any external force to push me. mom didn't push me the way i did. i pushed myself enough. because i aimed high enough, and i was crazy enough to think i could achieve it. now i don't have all that. only now, when nothing's left, do i understand what it means to do it just for your parents. not even for yourself.

thinking mama is praying so hard for me. mama has done so much. i should do this at least for her.

i have lost myself, that i basically only have mama.

does that make me a bad daughter, or does it mean i am just so screwed?


i'm so tired of feeling like this. it's like a hole i keep falling into. sometimes people bring me flowers, sometimes the sun shines through, but it doesn't take away the fact that i am in a hole, which in my mind, i dig myself. 

preach about it from academical or religious point of view, thank you. but of course i knew it all already. of course that's what i've been telling myself. i don't just let myself drown, you know. i tried. but the hole is too deep.




i've broken down too much i can't build anything up anymore. not even hope. it gets to the point where i feel i should talk to somebody, like i need help. real help. but that's probably just me being overdramatic. just ignore it.

i've made some attempts to change things. it did not work. but i'll try again with other things...


i want to find what i've lost. i want to find that focus again. i want to think of what i want like i used to do, and like i used to do, make it happen.

i want to feel the stress. i want to feel the struggle to get what i want. 

my problem is, i don't know what i want anymore. i've got what i wanted, now what? i thought by going with the flow, and taking life easy, that would chill me down, that would be good for me. but instead, i let myself down. it's bad for me, not being stressed out to get something. struggles, are good. it's good to have something worth fighting for. now i don't have any cause in life. no fight.

i've long known, i just don't know how...

i've told you it's petty. you should have stopped reading.


i don't know when did i become this person who is in need for self-love. i thought not letting all those things define me shows that i love myself enough in spite of not becoming what the world wants me to be. but i forgot i have my wants too, and not becoming what i want, deprives me of the self-love i once had and treasured. i used to feel i was enough. now, having people loving me, isn't even enough for me to love myself. what an irony.

i am afraid this will make me unable to love selflessly. because to love people selflessly, you have to fully love yourself first.

and i want to be easy to love. i don't want to make it hard for people who love me.


i feel useless and worthless, it actually makes me sad. i think that's why i'm so down all the time. it affects my mood to study, it affects my mood with people. i try to hide it or distract it, suppressing in any way i can but it just happens. it doesn't change the fact that i feel it.

i don't have any mark in this world. i don't have any impact in people's lives. the world and people need changing, but my existence doesn't change a thing. i could have just been a bird and it would make no difference. even birds have their functions.




is it because i didn't choose what would push me the hardest. but no. don't regret your choices. don't. i chose this and Allah chose it for me. i am the one who has to make the most out of it. at least something. it's not grand, but it will be good. i've always favoured good over grand anyway. the thing is at this rate, it's nothing.


when i feel like this, i'd like to think about The Fault in Our Stars. the guy, is something like me. he wanted to do good things in life. but instead, he was sick. and dying. and became a burden. he felt like what i feel. the only difference is he at least had a legit reason for feeling like that. i am alive and kicking. and still feel just as bad.

anyway, it got to the point where the girl had to tell him off. that him feeling useless and worthless made it seem as if she meant nothing to him when he had touched her life too. she said he might want to be a hero, but that's not his life. he got her, that's the best he could get, so suck it up. sorry it's not the world you changed, but me. something like that.


i used this a lot to help me cope.

but i still know that's fiction, thank you.

and i will still feel it anyway.





others think i could be an inspiration, where i am now. they don't know that being here, i am not inspired at all. but it's okay, oxygen will get me by.

i have this habit of making "ama emo" a thing. i say it a lot to purposely make it lose its meaning. i don't know why but it's how i deal with things when i don't want people to make me deal with it. kind of my escape word. because it happens, so you don't have to worry about it. it's just ama emo moments. it's gonna go away.

don't worry about it. i'm gonna be ok :)






Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Dates To Forget

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14.1.2014

i make myself alone before people make me feel lonely.


23.1.2014

Solitary is better than isolation. At least you choose it. Even when your choice is the only option left.


20.2.2014

"Things change. I'm trying to figure out where to go from here."

Spare your care, save your tears. Know your place and nothing will go to waste. Know your place.


18.4.2014

today might not be like how you'd like it to be, but one day it may become a memory. so wake up, move along, carry on.


19.4.2014

Nobody knows what happens behind close doors.


21.4.2014

if you ask me now what do i really want? to just get it done and get out of here. leave this place, so long everyone else. it's easy to leave when there's much to heal and not much to miss

everyone was happy, and then there's me.

"ama, you lose one, you gain one." i know. but i dont like to lose things... or people. not like this at least. not for this reason.

keeping things inside is exhausting. appearing okay is not effortless.

i'm sorry if things are not okay. maybe some things aren't meant to be okay the way we hoped it would.

i always said bad times and places are bearable with good friends. then Allah wants to teach me a lesson. i learn that friends are a variable more unstable than i thought it was. your constant is always going to be only you, and God. remember this, before He reminds you through a test when nothing else is left. except Him.

when i was alone then, it's a choice. now, it's forced.





21.4.2014

Where i feel the most friendless is also where i experience friendship the deepest.


22.4.2014

i'll never forget the smirk on your face and the words you spit when insults were disguised as advice.


24.4.2014

i thought i knew people. i thought people knew me. it turns out we we wrong about each other.

God gives me tests when i'm about to sit for the most crucial exam. i dont want to think about things but i have to. what do i want? to just get it done and get out of here.


24.4.2014

God is testing me with trivial matters with temporary consequences when an important exam with permanent results is approaching.

But i believe in barakah. So everything is essential and i can't escape anything.


25.4.2014

When husnudzon is returned with hypocrisy. Patience is returned with pretense. Trust is returned with treachery.

We turn to Allah.

The moment when you can't even speak your prayers, you just feel it. You realize you're not even praying, but thinking of The All-Knowing. Because at that moment that's all you can do, and in the end He's all you have.


26.4.2014

when something happens to me, i think of anything i did to deserve it. if i deserve it, i pray to god to help the people i wronged to forgive me. but if i don't deserve it, i pray to god to help me forgive them.

when people hurt me, i keep justifying for them, reasoning their mistake, when they easily judge me for a mistake they easily believe to be mine. why? maybe denying is better than doubting. maybe the truth hurts and excuses give more comfort.


26.4.2014

ok enough. dry your tears, numb your fears, deafen your ears. keep your heart in a box, put your head in the game. get your shit together. what hurts now is nothing compared to what will hurt later.

"no matter how you feel, GET UP, DRESS UP, SHOW UP and never give up." be cool and look okay. cos baby, that's my forte.


30.4.2014

Falling out of place in the end is worse than feeling out of place in the beginning.

I've locked it in, and i won't let it out. Break down, then chin up. Because once you put on a mask, it's an easy task.


9.5.2014

just because i don't talk about it doesn't mean it doesn't trouble me. i just don't tell people things, let alone talk about people, to other people.


9.5.2014

Remind me why did i bother when i already knew nobody did?

Pretending to care is better than appearing not to give a shit. It's not an act. It's only tact.

At least have some decency to show acknowledgement even when we don't feel any appreciation, even if we really couldn't care less.


13.5.2014

a friend who is friend with you halfheartedly is better than a friend who is two-faced.


17.5.2014

the first time it happened i literally packed my bags and left. this time is not as brutal, but the betrayal i felt, my god, the betrayal.


22.5.2014

can i tell my best friend but i wont say names
nope
can i tell my mom but i wont say names
nope
ok i guess i'll take it to my grave.

thats how i deal with people's secrets, especially the serious ones.

to outsiders what should be done might be obvious but to one involved, not so much. because often things are more complicated than they seem and there's so much more to it than you know. so when someone tells you something, you have no right to tell other people about it. even if you mean it well. you dont know what damage you'll cause, whose heart you'll hurt.


24.5.2014

Telling people about your problems with other people doesn't validate your side of the story and doesn't victimize yourself. If anything, it tells them more about you than the people you talk about.

Expressing your emotions and backbiting are two different things.


25.5.2014

i wouldn't trust anyone who tells me other people's secrets.

yeah it's interesting to listen to, but should you be telling me this?

if they tell you the super top secrets of other people, why would you think you're any exception?


25.5.2014

from as far as you can remember, you've always known not to easily trust anybody.

but then sometimes you think oh it's actually nice letting people in, opening up, it feels good to have somebody to trust. there must be some exception!

nope. there hardly is any.

but it's the same cycle. don't trust. trust. oh shouldn't have trusted. never trust again. but maybe it's ok to trust this time. oops i did it again.

uh it never ends. but now it must.


26.5.2014

i am all lost and i lost it all.


3.6.2014

I say it's my choice - i choose the only choice i have.


5.6.2014

if i were you i wouldn't easily believe everything people tell me. this is not bersangka buruk that they are lying, this is bersangka baik that there's a misunderstanding. how can you judge anything without being the one facing it, feeling it, or at least listening to every side, knowing the whole story?


5.6.2014

it's not the thing that was done. it's the trust that was broken. the betrayal felt.


5.6.2014

when you don't belong, you will be lost. you want to be lost.


5.6.2014

i thought i was already numb. but i still succumbed.


5.6.2014

you're dealing with somebody who took at least 5 years before calling a girl her best friend and would want to be with a guy for at least 7 years before marrying him.

i don't throw labels around. at least not easily. because labels are misleading. because labels don't always stay true to the meaning. because labels aren't permanent. what i call you is not as important as what i feel for you. what i don't declare doesn't invalidate how i act and what i do. we know what we know and ain't that enough? of course, with commitment and consistency if not certainty? all these labels are what usually cause a mess in the first place. even without it, things are messy enough.

nobody owns me and i don't own anybody. not even my best friend. so you are free, as i sure should be. we all can be friend with anybody, we all can be with anybody, we all can be anybody. and we all can also not be what we used to be.


6.6.2014

I retreat, i hide, i don't tell anybody anything, i don't feel like talking, but i realize once somebody needs to talk to me, that's when i'll go out of my hiding. I'll be there.


6.6.2014

i usually don't tell people what happens between me and other people. break my heart? betray me? bitch about me? lie to me? lie about me?

i could, as venting. i should, as warning. but i wouldn't. for many reasons.

i think i might deserve it. i feel i am the bad guy. it might be my fault. i make excuses for them. i justify for them. i take it as a lesson. i myself make mistakes so i won't make a fuss about the mistakes of others. i feel guilty to talk about them. i'm worried if i end up backbiting them. and above all else, i assume they wouldn't do the same thing to me.

how disappointing, how sad, and how heart-and-trust-breaking to know that i was wrong.


6.6.2014

Choosing to be alone is better than being forced to feel alone.




16.6.2014

I've always been someone who treasures good times to make good memories. I even become sentimental as the memories are being made, at the time it's happening because reminiscing it is something i anticipate.

But i know life ain't always about the good things. Whenever i realize this, that i don't belong to a moment or a place, i tell myself "maybe i've had enough in the past, or i'll have more in the future. it's other people's turn and i have mine. just not now, not here."

It's not always easy, but i tell myself it's okay. Just make the best of what i have left.


27.6.2014

You thought you know people and people know you, untill stories from all sides start spilling. then there's some who think they know enough when they don't at all, just because they know you virtually, or the version of you with the wall.

That person you say with emotional issues? There's more they keep inside than what they show, you don't know their lives so stop saying you know their flaw. That person you see with attitude problem? They're the ones who love the most, the most honest in their harshness, you don't see their heart but it is the softest.

Even if you know people, you don't really know them, and they you. In this case, i'd rather have emotional issues than a rotten heart, and a friend with attitude problem than one with two-faced pretense.


13.7.2014

it's better to be the bad guy. because it's easier to deal with what you do than to wonder how could this happen to you. it's harder to be hurt.

let me do the hurting because i don't want to be the victim. let me be the bad guy because i don't want to be victimized.

but apparently, plot twists shock even the 'antagonist'.

i wouldn't do that to you, why did you do that to me?

i just feel so hurt and betrayed. these were the ones i trusted.



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Friday, March 28, 2014

I'm a Stranger In My Own House

i become that little girl again at twenty. Shaking, sad, mad, scared, trapped. Bound to both heaven and hell for eternity. because you will never leave your home. 

i've come a long way. from feeling worthless to where i was a few hours ago. i've come a long way to regress back to this state. i've come a long way to notice that i can actually never leave. i've been running in circle in and out of this regression but i can't go out of it for good. because some things never change. because some people never change.

i've come to conclude that some people were born with a personality. they can change, according to phases or places, but their personality will remain the same. even if they claim to have changed to be better than who they were, you can expect their attitude and appearance may change, but their personality may not. because it's innate. it has been a part of them for so long that to them it isn't wrong. so they bring that personality wherever they go, whoever they be. as if it's biologically fixed, because they don't change psychologically.


but i will not let this little girl in me be my personality. i have come a long way. i have learned to love life. i have learned to love myself. i have learned to see the good in people. i have learned to see the good in this world. i have learned to have faith. i have learned that i matter, that i am of worth, that i have value, that i am loved.

why do you have to take all that away from me?





i used to feel like a nobody. but this time, why do you have to pin me as the bad guy? what have i ever done wrong? why am i never good enough? what else do i have to be? do i have to be perfect? do i have to be a saint? do i have to be an angel? to be so good? but oh no, you don't want me to be the best. because that's what makes me so bad in the first place doesn't it? and of course, you always know better. you are always better.

and i'm still the worthless kid whose opinion is nothing of value and whose feelings never matter.

but i never knew i was a threat.

if i didn't love myself, oh i would be as bad as you thought of me, even worse than that just to drag you along with me to hell just like you said. but i love myself. and anyone can drag themselves to hell without my help.

is insulting every aspect of me better than beating up every inch of me? everything i've ever done since i was a kid is never right and would influence me to be such a bad person because you're my best role model who oh always stays true to yourself and makes all the best choices aren't you? it used to be what i read, then what i watched, then who i was friends with, now what i say, what i study, where i'm going, everything is wrong and even when i learn about islam it's not right! you even questioned my faith! how does it not make me a real muslim? tell me how the person you were your whole life made you more muslim than i am? i didn't want to touch this issue but you did it first. that's the worst you've ever gone against me in all these years. your verbal abuse is no better than physical abuse. oh i know if you could, you would. you almost. you said it yourself. it's nothing new to you. listen to yourself. you're judgemental and delusional.  you're paranoid and jumud. you're irrational. you're everything i'm against but what people don't know is i've been living with it my whole life. everything you say is questionable. whatever you accuse me of, you do too. whatever you say i am, you are as well. to say the least.

i know my sins. but the shits you throw me with, are not mine. i'm tired of this. it never ends.

i'll never be your equal.

so yeah, talk about me to other people, talk against me. and i should never talk again.

i used to not talk at home, you see. i only talked to my mom. but in the presence of particular people, i became completely silent. because i knew better than to talk and have my words used against me, because why? because i didn't know anything. because age defines maturity and knowledge. because i was stupid. oh no, i was book smart, but that's what made me stupid in everything else because i thought i was such a smartass, right? when in fact i was just a stupid little kid.

so at home i hardly rarely talked to anyone else but my mom. but in the recent years, i changed. i developed my voice. i gained my figure. i became a person. i was more confident, and no longer silent. i share myself with the world, i show the real me to other people. but at home i mostly still talk only to my mom, but i was not afraid anymore to be heard by anybody else. because i believed people change. i began to believe that blood is thicker than water. i began to believe that we were getting better. but i was wrong.



this is my mom too. that was my dad too. why don't i feel like i belong? babah babah babah, with each breathe, i wished you were here. i knew it would be better if you were here. mama, thank god you are here. this is my home. this is my house. why am i the one who has to hide? why am i the one who has to leave?

i've been wanting to leave since i was a kid, not simply because i was ambitious. i wanted to stay in a boarding school and to study in another country not for that sole reason only. there's more to it than that. but now i can't leave because it will bring out the worst of me? are you serious? are you kidding me? don't you even know me? yes! you never know me! you have no idea who i am... at all. and you don't even want to know.

they say if you want to marry somebody, ask about them to their family. well in my case, don't. because what you will hear about me from them will make you flee. but it's good for you to flee, because nobody wants to marry this family.


the worst thing is when your family sees you as a stranger and strangers know you better.


yesterday, out of the blue, i got this.



i knew it's the truth, good things have to be shared because people love to share bad things. 
i've experienced it. and it's proven again today. but this time, not by a friend, not by an enemy.


now i just stare at this message, thinking how strange that strangers see me in such a good way.

maybe they don't really see me? no. i will not be that little girl. i have come a long way just to doubt myself.

but now i know that's how you see me. i wish you never have to see me again.


my mom wiped my tears and rubbed my back and patted my head and brushed my hair and touched my cheek throughout the day. she doesn't normally do this. only when something happens. i became that little girl, as if years haven't passed. she said don't bother what he says, because he isn't that good anyway and he was worse and he thought we didn't know. she said something else she has been saying from the very beginning and until now never stops saying. she said nothing is wrong with me, as long as i take care of my prayers. nothing is wrong with me. i try to make that echo in my head, silencing all my doubts and demons.

she's the only reason i still go home. she's the reason hell feels like heaven.
so you see now why i actually only really care about my mom?

my dad gave me courage. my mom gives me strength.
without my dad, everything has happened. without my mom, i don't know what would happen.
so alhamdulillah. and nauzubillah.




i didn't want to become a writer simply because i wanted to write. i didn't want to write simply because i loved it. it was my way to let things out. it was my way to tell my story without talking about me. want to know what's my first mental novel about about ten years ago? it's about a girl who left home.


i never really talk about my family to anybody. because i still love my family and i know them better despite what i know. i am the only one who gets to judge them because i am a part of them. but other people might misjudge and i don't want that. so blurting out all this on a public blog, i'm so screwed and messed up. but oh well. welcome to my life. this is reality. learn from my story.


for a girl who wants to love, i have so much hate.


oh Allah please take it all away. please.




i'm okay. if i'm not, i will be okay. thank you.




Sunday, August 11, 2013

Anti-Kekecohan Pro-Kedamaian Undilah Keretapi

tetibaa.

aku terus terang jela eh kat sini. aku tak suka kumpul ramai-ramai. kalau macam-macam perangai. aku tak suka riuh rendah. kalau berkecah. aku tak suka suasana konon meriah, kalau takde yang tolong nak senangkan yang susah. aku tak suka rumah luas, kalau budak-budak buas. baik aku duduk dalam bilik kecik aku sengsorang, dediam, tenang.

jadi musim raya bermakna musim darah tinggi.

hari lain pun darah naik turun jugak, tapi musim raya sekali sekala ni dia jadi tsunami sikit.

benda ni sangat tak mainsteam dan go against society's norm aku tak heran kalau ramai tak setuju pastu menyampah kat aku lalu aku dimaki berhati keji. aku tak kisahlah k, hidup kau cara kau. hidup aku cara aku. hidup kita lain-lain, keluarga lain-lain, cara lain-lain, aku paham manusia yang suka, jadi manusia kena paham ada sebab aku tak suka.

benda ni bukan aku je rasa, mak aku pun sama.

kami manusia yang sukakan kedamaian, bukan kekecohan. relationship antara bilangan manusia dan kekecohan ialah positive. variable pulak ialah common sense mak bapak dan tahap makan saman anak-anak, antaranya. tapi dua ni memang saling berkait dan main peranan besar la. aku dah bertahun nak je blog pasal parenting ni tapi siapalah aku kan. jap. aku ialah manusia yang membesar dalam kalangan orang besar yang dah bersuami, beristeri, beranak pinak jadi aku perhati, dan aku tau. mak aku tak puas hati, dan mak aku ajar aku. the do's and the don't's. tapi tu lain kali lah. bukan ini kalilah. k lulz.

aku tak paham macam-macam jenis manusia, dan aku takyah pergi jauh pun untuk jumpa manusia-manusia tu. trust me i've met so many types of people and i've seen so many kinds of problems and the best examples are the ones i've lived with. so it's legit.



like i've said before, legit


mungkin aku dengan mak aku dah biasa berdua. kitorang tak duduk berdua je, tapi gaya rumah ni macam dijaga oleh kitorang dua. jadi kira berdua je la ye. lumrahlah bila ramai memang tak biasa. tak biasa takpe, boleh dibiasakan. tapi payah bila ramai, takde common sense, dan tak makan saman. itu kena sabar peringkat tertinggi iman.

mak aku bukan mak-mak dalam tv korang tengok tu. yang bila takde sape, termenung sunyi mengenang ketika anak-anak masih kecik berlari riang, masih di rumah bising bersembang, rindu teringat cucu-cucu, teringin rumah dipenuhi ketawa girang. takde derrr. mak aku sempoi. mak aku tak emo. mak aku tak jiwang. dok sorang? takde hal. kata dia "lagi senang." yelah, senanglah sorang kalau beramai tak memudahkan, kan? mestilah dia ada terkenang, aku tanya mesti mama lagi suka masa kitorang semua kecik duduk sini kan. tapi motto hidup mak aku: nak buat camne, hidup memang macam tu. life goes on gitu. pada dia boleh buat apa pun nak bernostalgia bagai. dia lagi rela stress tengok drama melayu daripada sedih teringat masa lalu. mestilah ada dia rindu, mak aku pun bukanla hati batu. tapi rindu pun tengoklah siapa. baru je aku cakap kat mak aku haritu, aku tak kisah kalau mama ada favourite anak. sebab aku pun ada favourite sendiri jugak. kalau memudahkan, rindulah. kalau menyusahkan, nanti jadi macam peribahasa jauh bau bunga, dekat bau tahi. ha wujud kot peribahasa tu tah aku pun taktau.

tapi aku harap aku jauh bau bunga, dekat bau kasturi. hihi.

mungkin sebab tu mak aku tak kisah sorang. macam aku tak kisah sorang. baik sorang tapi senang, tenang.

atau pun Allah saje bagi kitorang mak camtu, sebab kalau mak aku serupa mak dalam tv, mak aku akan sentiasa emo. kenapalah hidup sekarang lain. kenapalah keluarga tak kekal sama. kenapalah semua berubah. kenapalah anak-anak aku camni. kenapalah anak pompuan aku camtu. eh. selain tu mak aku akan sentiasa peningkan kepala dia dan penatkan diri dia, secara rela dan sentiasa. sunggguh tak baik untuk emosi dan kesihatan. jadi biarlah mak aku ni jenis mak yang tak kisah. asalkan dapat tengok sinetron cukup dah hahah. tapi mak aku baik. kalau dah mak kan. pening kepala pun, penat pun, terpaksa pun, dia turutkan je semua, tolong je semua, buatkan je semua. tak komplen, tapi komplen kat aku la. aku kan orang yang dipercayai untuk mak aku lepaskan tensi. aku yang jadi pening kepala fikirkan dia, penat tengok dia.



same


mak bapak jangan lepas tangan. isteri jangan harapkan suami je, suami jangan semua isteri nak buatkan, anak-anak jangan tinggal tanggungjawab dekat mak. kitorang tak kejam. kitorang tak berkira. kalau semua memudahkan, yakni perihal makanan, kebersihan, kekemasan dan kedamaian, ha sila. buat macam rumah sendiri asal pandai jaga. kalau semua paham peranan, kami akan jadi manusia yang juga suka kekecohan. kecohlah macam mana pun asal terkawal keadaan.

mungkin takdelah kecoh sangat pun, tapi aku dengan mak aku ni, keluarga asas kitorang lah kira, asalnya memang proper. jadi kalau keadaan tak proper sikit mestilah terasa asing di habitat sendiri. abang-abang aku dulu empat orang pun masa kecik, memang terjaga. takdelah macam perangai biasa dak-dak laki kan, ape tah lagi perangai budak-budak yang dijustify dengan alasan "alah biasalah budak-budak." kalau lasak ke nakal ke kat tempat lain. dalam rumah sendiri, dalam rumah orang lain, reti jaga diri. mak aku salu compare keluarga yang dah bercabang sekarang dengan keluarga akar dulu. aku taktau camne mak bapak aku jaga keluarga. aku nak jadi mak bapak sama macam diorang nanti, cuma lebih baik lagi. sebab cukuplah aku dah pening kepala dengan anak-anak orang selama 14 tahun ni, belum anak sendiri. sampai kengkadang anak orang lain buat aku takut nak ada anak sendiri, ha trauma kau. sebab tu dah lama aku suruh mama buat buku. tajuk dia WWMD. bukan What Would Madonna Do. tapi What Would Mama Do.

benda ni bukan sebab kitorang pentingkan diri, tapi kalau kat rumah sendiri macam ni, kat rumah orang lain macam mana? kalau dengan keluarga sendiri macam ni, dengan orang lain macam mana? jaga diri. jaga adab. jaga hati. jaga nama. jaga diri anak tu. jaga hati mak tu. oh ye kitorang buat ni pun demi siapa yang jaga hati kitorang, jadi kitorang jagalah diri diorang. kitorang taknak menyusahkan orang yang tak menyusahkan kitorang. aku jadi camni sebab mak aku jugak. aku taknak dia penat, pening kepala. aku sorang je tau, sebab dia bagitau aku sorang je. pastu aku sorang je tensyen sebab yang lain tak reti faham sendiri.




tahapnya sekarang sampai mak aku pun takde common sense nak tegur anak-anak sendiri ajar anak-anak dorang makan saman. haa. sebab mak aku nak jaga hati anak-anak dan hati dia sendiri. sebab kalau anak-anak cakap mereka tak perlu ditegur pandaila mereka ajar anak mereka camne? dah mak aku yang makan hati. aduh kamon la ma you're the mom here you're the grandma here everything you say will always be right because that's how we're taught in this family the elders are always right so what are you afraid of? kataku jujur dan ada sinis sikit. taulah anak dah lagi besar daripada mak tapi tak semestinya mak takde hak nak ajar anak camne nak jaga anak. mungkin sebab makin besar makin tak makan saman. aku yang darah muda ni, common sense ada, tapi makan saman pun tak sangat la, jadi akulah yang salu bukak mulut, pastu aku kena balik, padahal aku cakap je apa yang mama bisik kat aku, so kau melawan mama la ni sebab kau salahkan aku? benda memang betul, tapi sebab aku cakap, aku lah yang salah. yang paling muda memang kalah sentiasa. yang tua, cakap apa pun betul, menang semua. adat melayu yang muda je kena minta maaf masa raya, macamkan yang muda tak reti sakit hati tak tau terasa. yang tua tak boleh mengaku salah, jatuh maruah! pastu aku sakit hati, masuk bilik sendiri, bukak laptop, online, merempan kat blog, bagitau dunia inilah realiti hidup sebenarnya, penat dah aku cuba jaga nama cuba jaga hati, nah nah nah lihatlaaaaah!


pastu aku rasa cukup sampai di sini saja, bai.



p/s: bila aku dah kata jangan, tapi buat jugak, pastu ada yang menangis kat bawah, aku di atas yang senang dan tenang ni terasa sangat win. kah kah kah. ye aku memang keji. bila aku menulis tak pikir manusia lain tak pikir kali kedua memang aku camni. love me or hate me, biasakanlah diri.






Saturday, June 22, 2013

Babah Being Babah Is Good, and Bad

My dad really lived up to his name. if he's anything, it was generous. and he's anything but arrogant.

people living in this area know him. people at my schools know him. so they know me. i was known as "anak Colonel/Haji Rahman". when i was in primary school, walking alone and minding my own business, a teacher stopped me and asked "anak kenel rahman ke? kirim salam kat mak" did i really look like him people were reminded of him when they saw me? babah was a pengerusi PIBG there, that's why. what anyone won't forget if babah being the pengerusi is mentioned is how uda who was a budak gemok, would come to my dad during events like sukan ke apa ke untuk mintak duit belanja to buy more food. haha. maybe that's why i always tried to listen to any pengerusi PIBG when they were giving a speech, because my dad was one. i wasn't aware of the fact of course, it just came unconsciously. or maybe i was just naturally respectful cey. now i imagine how my dad must have been talking on the stage and the kids were noisy and being lil brats. it makes me sad lol.

my guru besar sekolah agama, who's also an imam masjid dekat rumah ni, knew babah very well. he always talked about him in class, shifting all the attention of my fellow friends towards me. i hated it so much. yeah my dad was a kind man, but stop talking about him and his kindness. i knew he appreciated my dad and what he did. there's nothing wrong about that, the attention just made me uncomfortable. his wife, who's the makcik kantin, cooked really good nasi lemak i always had second helping and extra sambal. omg, like really good i even ate donut with sambal and ate the sambal just like that. because she knew my mom and dad, she let me eat free of charge. that, i didn't hate. hehehe. but i felt guilty and my mom told me to pay anyway so we always argued about me handing the money and she not wanting to receive it. good ol' times.

have you ever seen a girl, walking alone with a boy or not covering enough skin and then your mom said "tu anak Pak Berahim kan?" or "bukan tu cucu Cik Ima ke?" not that i have any desire to walk with a boy in a way that will cause fitnah like holding hands with him or whatever, nor do i wish to dress in a tight tube with shorts, but if i ever do that, the makcik2 behind the curtain and the pakcik2 reading newspapers will say "macam anak rahman je tu. bapak dia bukan main baik lagi." ish ish ish. not a nice thing to say pakcik2 makcik2. anak cucu pakcik2 makcik2 tu tak selamat dalam syurga lagi, jadi janganlah mengata ya. manalah tau berbalik pula apa yang dikata. not that i side with this kind of girl, but i certainly do not support people talking as if they are better and they know their ending is happier, right?


so yeah, people know him for many reasons and two of the reasons were because he was really a generous servant of God, like his name, and he was extremely humble. so people didn't hate him. if they were jealous, it's only because they wanted what he had. but never ill feelings just because he deserved it.




i knew that my dad bought a land for each of his children. he made sure he left us with what's needed to help us survive, more than survive actually. but we plan and He plans and when His contradicts ours, there's nothing we could do. anyway, it surprised me to know that we actually owne some assets i didn't know existed. this is what happens when my family talks about my dad. there's always a surprise to me, because i don't really know him. i don't really know what he did, how much did he do, how far he had been to. apparently my dad, being my dad, sometimes bought some assets just to help people.

if someone came to him, saying they needed money and they had a land to sell, he would buy it. but then nobody knows what happened to that piece of land. so much for a landlord he was, haha. even if we do know about it, there was nothing done on that land. i was like, whaaaat. really?! what a waste of money what a waste of space! for all we know maybe there's a skyscraper already built on tanah babah, haha. his friends also came to him if they wanted to buy a land but needed a partner to cover up the cost, so he would be like "yeah why not ok no problem." the problem is now, bah, you didn't even ask for your rights! they used the land for agricultural uses and business and whatnot, which obviously make money, but none of it goes to us. that is our problem now bah. now.

i understand, because at that time it was not a big deal to him. if i were him i would probably be like that too, given how i am now even sometimes my mom gets mad at what i do. it was not a problem. but now, it is. it was evident how babah thought things would never change. we would be like how we were forever. he was wrong. now his "no problem" becomes a problem to us.


(update: i changed the video because this is the official video which shows the real Habibie & Ainun at the end of it it's just so sweet and sad okbai)


while mama and i were having this conversation, this mv was played on tv. ma said "Oh cerita ni pasal Pak Bie dengan bini dia ni. Pak Bie baik. dulu babah selalu jumpa Pak Bie masa dia jadi Presiden." and i was like whaaat the heaven whooo was babah meeting presidents and all?! in the mv there are some scenes about planes, oh... that's where babah was concerned. just like mama's answer.

that was a nice song btw.

Cinta kita melukiskan sejarah 
Menggelarkan cerita penuh suka cita 
Sehingga siapa pun insan Tuhan 
Pasti tahu cinta kita sejati

(imagine someone makes a movie about the love between Najib and Rosmah. 
i'll leave you with your imagination)


babah bought tanah lot mostly if i'm not mistaken. there's this one tanah lot for ateh. a house was built. but knowing tanah lot, not everybody is at the same level, so the houses are always at different level. have you seen rumah tanah lot? if you have, then you'll know how they usually look like. because of that, the house built on tanah ateh was built modestly. babah didn't want to do anything better than the neighbours sebab kesian, and he was right. i've seen rumah kat tanah lot yang dia satu je besar dan cantik, rumah lain kecik-kecik. tak salah, tapi nampak macam tak baik. but now, years later, all the other houses around tanah lot ateh dah jadi besar dan cantik, and our house je yang kecik. haha kesian diri sendiri pulak sekarang.

one of a few, or in fact the only land we're aware of what's happening to it, is kebun babah. kebun babah has all kinds of pokok, kolam ikan, buah. when i was a little girl babah always invited our sedara mara datang kebun. we walked around, petik buah, kutip yang atas tanah, kasi ikan makan, pancing ikan, duduk dekat rumah kampung tu... ada tangga nak naik ke pintu, main bawah rumah, makan mangga masam cicah sambal kicap dekat pondok, etc. that was the only experience i have of staying in a 'kampung'. close enough.

now it has been yeaaars since i last went to kebun. the kebun came to me instead, in form of buah-buah dalam bakul. sekarang buah pun tak banyak dah, tak pelbagai dah. so sad. the sadder fact is they're selling the kebun. at first i was so against it. babah wouldn't want that. but i didn't have any say, since i was underage, and truthfully i never have any say in this house whatsoever, being the youngest and the only girl. i don't even have a say about what's mine, let alone what's babah's. but now, i'm accepting it. i understood it is what we have to do. no more buah-buah dalam bakul memenuhi rumah after this. no more hantar buah-buah ke rumah jiran. no more everything. all there is is nothing. sobs.




the process to sell the kebun ain't easy i tell you. we literally have the phone number of MB of a particular state now because before that, for years, they never listened to us. call ke, hantar surat ke, apa ke, semua tak jalan. orang besar ni takde masa dah nak layan kita. pffft. so we pulled some strings and contacted him directly, ha mana kau nak lari. even the MB asked us if we're really sure of selling the tanah kebun because it's really valuable. "sayang," he said so himself. i had to stop myself from saying "told cha!" to my family. i failed.

this evening again i said, one of my defenses why kebun should not be sold

"kesian babah. kalau tak selalu je tetiba babah dapat pahala kat sana. sebab kita makan buah dari kebun babah. sebab binatang makan. sebab dorang dapat hidup. pokok semua. nanti tetiba takde dah. ayu dahlah banyak dosa. biarlah kebun tu make up for it kasi babah pahala."

ma jawab "takpelah, masjid ni pun dah kasi babah pahala dah."


had some people actually known about dosa pahala, we don't have to sell the kebun in the first place. now that's why i'm so pumped out about it, because i wish not to sell kebun babah, i'm looking for other alternatives. we have the alternatives alright, but it's what you call complicated. manusia. sesenang buat bisnes ngan babah aku pastu tak kasi untung sampai sekarang. sesenang je beli from bapak aku pastu tak bayar habis. sesenang je hutang.




kau jangan sampai aku jadi Emily Thorne kang. seek my very own revenge. luckily i know a bit about dosa pahala and i wouldn't go that far. she does it for her father's tainted dignity, but me? for my father's, my family's and my stolen rights. you know what? it's not even revenge. it's just making things right. if we're gonna talk about vengeance, i have one that i will do for myself, oh yes. but now i'm just gonna let God do his work and karma give that bastard a bitch slap from me. going to the police station and lying as you lodge a report when you were 18 before you went out to have fun with your friend and have to just pretend nothing happened as you laughed and gossiped as usual, is not a pleasant memory. if anyone in this house doesn't give a damn anymore about our rights, i do. revenge is a dish best served cold, yes? i can't do anything about it now, but i will. it's not just people, it's also the big people, if you know what i mean. malaysia and indonesia alike. i asked my mom to make a list of everyone that we should go after and everything that should have been ours.

there's no Nolan to look after me. to help me. to make sure i get what i deserve. so if i feel like it, i will do what's best to get what is rightfully mine. if things were different, i wouldn't care. like my dad didn't. just do whatever you want and answer to The One up there. but now things have changed.




i wonder why doesn't my family all be like the dramas we see on tv. especially malam-malam kat tv3 tu, drama yang aku sendiri menyampah tengok haha. projek tak agak-agak, sesikit pedajal orang. but to some extent, the portrayal is true. things like that do happen. business worlds and its diamonds and devils. revenge and pretense. drama gila hidup kalau camtu. but at least they fight for their right. not just let it be.


babah worked so hard for all that and i'm not just gonna let it all go that easy.

i wish he was here to guide me. but then again, if he was, all this wouldn't have happened.


i wouldn't have to be Ama Thorne. 

hahahaha ok no








Monday, May 20, 2013

Betrayal Dalam Berkawan :(

kalini nak cakap pasal kawan. dah lama nak blog pasal ni sebenarnya, lama yang tahap dah berhabuk dalam otak. nak sangat blog pasal ni tahap laci bab 'kawan' dalam otak dah terbukak. tahap sesikit kang aku tercakap pasal ni dalam kepala, tapi baru sekarang tertaip haa parah tak.

thanks to Diena, yang update satu status yang jadi catalyst untuk trigger all the opinions and emotions.



pedulikan babak mesra tu err


dah baca? dah? baguuuuus.

so konklusinya:

1. uji kita ni betul-betul sahabat ke tak. tanda? 3 masa: ketika kawan kita dah meninggal, ketika kawan kita memerlukan pertolongan, dan ketika kawan kita takde depan kita. pas ujian? cek kotak sahabat. tahniah!

dah kira kawan la ni? baguuuus. eh tapi ada lagi.

2. uji kita ni betul-betul berukhwah ke tak. tanda? 3 perkara: terima kritikan kawan, tutup aib kawan, dan ampunkan kesalahan kawan. pas lagi? cek kotak ukhwah. masyaallah ya tahniah lah tahniah!


kalau kita tak lepas ujian pertama, ujian diri kita sebagai kawan, mungkin kita takde hak untuk sentap kalau kawan kita tak lepas ujian kedua, ujian persahabatan. contohnya kalau kita mengumpat atau memfitnah dia belakang dia padahal depan bukan main baik sampai kawan kita tu tak sangka kitalah yang salu buat dia tersedak-sedak kena kutuk, mungkin kita takde hak untuk sentap bila kawan kita kritik 'adab berkawan' kita, bila dia terpaksa bukak aib kita bagitau sorang dua pasal 'adab' kita sebagai amaran, dan bila dia tak maafkan kita sebab kita sangat 'beradab'. kan? ke cemana?

takpelah kalau bukan real friendship pun kalau kita sendiri yang tak jadi real friend betul tak? kita sendiri fail ujian sahabat, jadi kita bukanlah sahabat pun sebenarnya. jadi kawan kita boleh fail ujian persahabatan, sebab takde persahabatan pun kat situ kalau perangai kita camtu.


aku mintak maaf awal awal kalau ada yang terasa dengan apa yang kat atas ni, dan kat bawah lagi.




dalam aku berkawanlah kan, aku rasa aku berkawan dengan laki yang banyak buat aku sakit hati.

WHAAAAAT? UNPOPULAR OPINION! R U OUTTA YER MIND?

yes and no.

aku tau majoriti manusia atas muka bumi ni cakap kawan dengan laki osem, da bez, da bomb, no drama. hahaha well i thought so too. tu bukan gelak kelakarnya, tu gelak naifnyaaa. kita semua dah terbiasa dengan konsep laki tak banyak mulut, maka terhasillah teori laki takkan kutuk, takkan buat kita sakit hati, takkan gossip, laki tak itu tak ini. bukan laki je cakap dorang camni malah prejudice in favour for males ni pompuan pun ada. korang pun bajet kawan ngan laki osem, da bez, da bomb, no drama, lalu lebih prefer kawan lelaki berbanding perempuan, padahal kau tu pompuan jugak kau tau?! bajet kau tak drama queen la pulak. meh sini aku facepalm kan.


maybe sebab prejudice ni jugak kot. awal-awal dah rasa hekeleh normal la pompuan bercakap kan? normal la kutuk sikit, gossip banyak. tapi ehhem normal tak bermakna kalis dosa, peringatan untuk kita *uhukk uhukk diri sendiri. terasa sikit kot but sokay gals sokay. tapi bila laki buat sekali kauuu, you set me on fire boy! mendidih berapi terbakar terus tau. takde normal normal. terus friendship terminated. muahahaha.

ini bukan lawak. ini amaran. dan kenyataan. *pegang button friendship termination

maybe jugak sebab orang yang bakar kita tu orang yang kita rasa sejuk dengan dia. kita tak expect dia yang menggores mancis yang buat kita rasa eh apa ni panas pulak ni, pastu kita cari ais kat dia. padahal ais dia ais yang berasap tu, tau? ha ambik metafora simbolik sume keluar. bila ada orang bagitau kau, ada sorang mamat yang depan baik gila belakang takyah cerita ah. dan dia orang yang kau rasa kau tau "takkanlah."




maybe jugak benda ni tak favour gender memana. siapa yang kena, dialah yang rasa.


nak kata aku tak kena dengan pompuan pun, takdelah sangat. aku still ingat zaman MRSM, pffft. and aku still ingat something yang jadi masa aku form 2. something melibatkan dua perempuan. aku taktau siapa yang betul-betul salah, tapi memang salah sorang yang salah. A kalau salah sebab aku kira rapat dengan dia, tapi dia kutuk aku kaw kaw dekat perempuan dia baru kenal semata-mata sebab lelaki (ye cliche nak mati sila tutup tv). B kalau salah sebab dia tipu aku konon A cakap camtu, cuba nak lagakan kitorang berdua dan kutukan kaw kaw yang siap ada bukti tu sebenarnya datang dari dia. A time tu memang nampak dingin semacam dengan aku, dan sejuk semacam dengan laki tu (fyi takde pape pun aku ngan dia ok). B pulak memang ada reputasi benda camni. tapi sampai ke sudah aku taktau sape yang salah. takpelah. insyaAllah dua-dua dah berubah. dan takde sape pun yang tau pasal ni. depan kengkawan lain, dan depan dua orang ni, aku buat cam takde pape. padahal dalam hatiii.

aku bagitau sorang je, sebab masa tu aku dah serabut fikir aku ke yang salah aku nak minta maaf ke apa nak buat camne ni. mintak pendapat apa nak buat. tu pun dia taktau siapa A and B. aku tak rapat dengan dia. dia bukan kawan dalam kalangan kitorang pun. totally out of the picture, not in the circle. tapi dia ni jugak yang tau benda lain pasal aku yang mostly kawan-kawan aku taktau. if you know who you are, hihi hi :3


the point is, i could let go. i could let go of the betrayal, the sadness, the hurt i felt. but i did not let go of my friends. berbeza dengan apa jadi dengan laki. mungkin ukhwah sesama perempuan ni lebih berkat kot, hihi.


status fb aku paling gangster aku pernah buat ialah masa form 4: "some boys surprise me by acting like a bitch". ama said the b word~ oh go home kiddos. masa form 5 memang banyaklah status yang aku jadikan diari mini haha yang kisahnya: betrayal in friendship. tapi takde dah bitch ni semua. time tu dah baik sikit, jadi status kena bakar pun sejuk je hati baca #eh #perasannya #baiklasangat


maka bermulalah tema ini dalam timeline hidup aku.



i've had trust issues since forever but because of this, now it's much worse.
and you wonder why? haha


kalau setakat stok tah sesapa, nak kutuk silakan, kau tak kenal pun aku. pepandaila kau cari aku kat sana nanti. kau bukan sesiapa. hanya kenalan, bukan kawan. suka hati kau lah labu. aku cuba maafkan, tapi hati aku sendiri aku taktau, kengkadang bila teringat rasa panas balik. tapi yang pasti aku tak heran, tu aku tau. aku heran yang stok kengkawan ni. yang aku percaya. aku cuba untuk maafkan, dan yakin dah maafkan, tapi parut melecur tu masih ada. melecur kat siku aku terkena sterika pun ambik berapa tahun untuk bersalin kulit hilang parut, apatah lagi melecur kat hati. pergh.

maafkan satu hal. lupakan? aku rasa tak mungkin. ya aku mungkin lupa apa kau buat, tapi aku takkan lupa macam mana kau buat aku rasa. aku memang camtu, aku selalu lupa apa yang buat aku rasa macam shit dulu. kenapa aku depress masa kecik, kenapa aku emo masa remaja. why i wanted to leave the house and later the school so badly. aku lupa kenapa. tapi aku tak pernah lupa siapa. mungkin sebab benda tu tak enak dikenang. tak sedap disimpan. jadi aku buang. mungkin ada kaitan dengan apa aku belajar dalam psychology; repression. you refuse to remember, so it can't be recalled. repress punya repress sampai lama-lama lupa terus. tapi kalau ada bahan bukti yang menunjukkan benda tu pernah terjadi, rasa tu timbul balik meluak luak cam gunung berapi. 

so i guess if you want to mess with me, go ahead, i won't remember it anyway. but i will remember you.

in a bad way.


kalau orang tanya kenapa kita tak kawan dah, aku taktau nak jawab apa. markah bonus untuk kau. mungkin ada hikmah Allah buat aku lupa. tapi aku tau nak jawab ni je: kau gagal ujian kau.

lupakan satu hal. kawan balik? cam tak je weh. aku rasa baik macam ni je, kita pernah berkawan, tapi tak lagi berkawan. bagus kan? takde apa yang buat aku teringat pasal kau, and vice versa. bila tak teringat tu takdela aku rasa sakit hati, kau rasa tak puas hati, ke apa ke. kita masing-masing hidup tenang, dengan hidup asing-asing. cukup wish masa birthday, maaf zahir batin dengan tulus ikhlas masa raya. dan bila aku mintak maaf, memang aku ikhlas. i'm not sorry for what i did, but i'm sorry for what happened. jauh lebih baik macam tu. sometimes, cutting the connection is for the best, you know? buatpe nak dipaksa kalau tak boleh jadi macam dulu. makin fake the friendship. makin fake the friend. both of us this time.

kalau boleh aku memang taknak ada kaitan dengan dorang dah, selagi dorang tak berubah. selagi sikap tak matang tu masih ada untuk menyakitkan hati aku. sampai aku rasa aku taknak kahwin dengan sesiapa yang ada kaitan dengan dorang, hahaha. eh.




Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody's listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things

^ this :)


aku pun bukanlah kawan yang baik. aku taktau pun sama ada aku pas enam-enam soalan ujian tu. 

tapi mungkin aku terasa, aku sedih, aku sakit hati, aku berdrama, sebab aku takkan buat macam tu kat kawan sendiri. aku tak expect lebih from friendship, tapi at least aku dapat apa aku kasi. aku kasi kau pusing belakang tanpa aku tikam, aku expect the same thing bila aku pusing belah lain. pada aku kutuk bukan benda main-main, dan aku rasa Saidina Ali pun rasa macam tu, sebab tu lah seseorang harus diuji di belakang temannya sebelum dianggap kawan. lelaki cakap ni gurauan manja, jadi kenangan persekolahan la apa la. well you said wrong, 'buddy'. harga kenangan kau ialah persahabatan kita. aku rasa kau tak kisah pun nak beli dengan harga tu. murah je kan. meh aku bungkuskan, foc.

kutuk memain, ngumpat sesaje, reka cerita takde makna tu yang tak tahan. kalau kutuk luahkan perasaan sebab aku kejam ngan kau bolehlah lagi. aku kasi kau sebab untuk kutuk aku, padan muka aku. ni aku rasa aku tak kasi sebab apa-apa. entahlah. mungkin ada. but i honestly didn't know where i went wrong. paling sedih bila aku ingat kau kenal aku cukup dah, tapi rupanya tak. yang kenal tu pulak yang macam tak kenal. antara orang yang aku harapkan yang kalau orang lain salah faham pasal aku, kau akan betulkan dorang. aku tak mintak kau puji aku melambung, tipu macam aku lah manusia terbaik kat dunia. cukup kau cakap "eh kau salah, dia tak macam tu, dia macam ni..." cukup untuk tau kau tau aku. tapi tak, sedangkan kau patut lebih tau aku macam mana. 

ok mungkin orang lebih kenal kita daripada kita kenal diri sendiri, orang lagi nampak kita daripada luar, kan? betul. tapi aku tau mana kekurangan aku. apa yang kau cakap, aku rasa bukan salah aku. ni bukan ego ke apa, sebab kalau kira ego, ego aku dah jatuh merayu cuba baiki keadaan.

"apa salah aku?", "bagi la tau", "aku minta maaf" dan seangkatan dengannya, semua aku dah guna. aku betul-betul nak tau kenapa orang tak suka aku. kelakar kan? ke bodoh gila aku taktaulah haha. orang tak suka aku, aku pulak takut orang tak suka aku sebab dorang terasa, padahal aku yang patut terasa, jadi aku pulak yang minta maaf. tu maknanya aku rasa kau kawan aku, dan aku nak kita kawan terus. aku bukannya hidung tak mancung pipi tersorong-sorong terhegeh-hegeh macam kau jelah kawan aku satu-satunya, tapi kalau dah namanya kawan kan. aku dah usaha, takde hasil. bukan straightaway terminate. mungkin aku memang bukan kawan kau pun in the first place. jadi takyahlah kau sesusah pas semua ujian kan? lepas dah susah sangat, baru aku rasa takpelah, takyah pura-pura, takyah paksa. kalau kita kawan, kita kawan. kalau tak, tak. kalau perlu.


lagipun kau lelaki, aku perempuan. cam tak perlu pun sebenarnya kan.

(oh tu lagi satu benda aku nak blog nanti.)




some people say they can't imagine anyone hating me, and i just laugh. i say if only you knew. but whisper maybe if you knew me better, you'll hate me too.


sorang laki yang aku pernah rasa dia kawan baik aku, tapi sekarang tak dah, sebab drama ni jugaklah, cuma dia mungkin tak terlibat secara langsung (when i say this it means i still trust you, with whatever that's left of my trust). dia macam last hope aku. sebab bila dorang kutuk aku, dia pernah kata aku tak macam tu, sebab dia lagi lama kenal aku. dulu. sekarang aku taktaula dia buat apa, diam ke, join sama. takpe husnudzon. tak husnudzon kat dia, husnudzon kat Allah. there are reasons why some people from your past don't get to be in your future, yes? aku pernah blog sebelum ni pasal dia. aku kata tak kisahlah kau nak buat masalah apa pun dengan aku, masalah jiwang macam mana pun, tapi kalau masalah kawan, memang itu the last straw lah. tapi aku harap sangat dia tak benci aku. biar fall part je, bukan break apart. we're not friends anymore, but we were best friends back then. kitorang dah lama sangat tak contact kalau nak dibandingkan masa sekolah dulu hari-hari. takpe, aku tak kisah dah. cuma masa birthday aku haritu dia wish. sweet gak aaa, "friends forever." senyum jap. pastu dia cakap, jangan paranoid.

itulah dia kau tak faham.


it's because i once faced people who didn't like me without i even know why, or who did because of irrational reasons i could not help thinking i didn't deserve to be treated that way. so when you say i'm being paranoid, you're wrong.

i'm only traumatic.


what i'll never get is why they are boys. hmm. maybe girls are better at hiding things. and why after so long, they still trash talk me? move on already! i'm not being self-conscious ke poyo ke paranoid ke apa, but i know man. i have eyes everywhere. you don't do it often, only like once in a blue moon, but you still do. still. that's the point. and i don't get why. sigh. so you can't really blame me for preferring girls.... er. as friends. in fact kawan laki sekarang aku berapa kerat je derr. boleh kira dengan jari. memang patut camtu pun, dan faktor inilah antara penyumbangnya.


don't worry, i hold my tongue. my friends are friends with people i'm no longer friends with, isn't that weird?

anywaysss, i love my girl friends. i really, really love them. despite it all, i'm blessed with good friends. i'm lucky Alhamdulillah because i'm still friends with different circles of close friends in primary school, middle school and high school. we don't talk everyday like we used to, and that's okay. that's just life. as long as when we do, it feels like nothing has changed, like it was just yesterday :)

maybe that was the price i had to pay to get this. and i shall say that i don't mind at all! hehe. because all blessings come with a price, and what we think is a test, might be how we're also blessed. Allah knows best.





i can honestly say i learned a lot from these experiences. no i'm not bitter, i just know better :)

aku tau apa rasanya bila jadi macam ni, jadi aku cuba tak buat benda sama dekat orang lain. aku tau tahap kebencian aku dekat hal ni sebab aku pernah jadi mangsa, jadi aku cuba tak gagal ujian-ujian sebagai kawan. aku tahu sakitnya laaah hati bila orang mengata tanpa kenal kita siapa, apatah lagi bila kenal pun masih mengata, jadi aku cuba kurangkan mengata. aku tau tak matang gila kalau dengki dan busuk hati jika itulah sebabnya, jadi aku cuba tak jeles sampai buta hati. aku tau perasaan dibenci tetiba tanpa sebab yang logic, jadi aku cuba tak benci artis tanpa sebab personal gak hahaha boleh tak. aku tau siapa sahabat, siapa kenalan. aku tau siapa yang support aku walaupun hubungan dia sendiri terjejas sebab ni, sebab dia lagi lebihkan kawan, walaupun aku dah paksa jangan cakap pape kat sesapa, aku nak luahkan je. aku tau aku boleh harapkan kawan yang aku baru kenal daripada orang yang dah lama aku kawan. aku belajar jadi kuat. aku belajar bersabar. aku belajar jadi baik. aku belajar minta maaf dan memaafkan. banyak aku belajar. untuk tak ulang, dan untuk tak buat pada orang.

i learned not only about knowing the real friend, but also being a real friend and being in a real friendship.

maybe it was meant to be. it was supposed to happen. to make me, me.


lagi sekali aku minta maaf sangat kalau ada yang terbaca and terasa. i'm really sorry for what happened, but i guess we're okay now, by not being okay with each other. kan? :)




aku dah lama tak fikir pasal ni sebenarnya. aku bukannya berdendam ke apa. langsung tak. sama je sekarang dengan dulu, aku biar je. kalau aku yang salah, aku rasa aku dah dapat balasan dia. kalau dorang yang salah, serahkan jelah dekat Allah. bila kita rasa kita dah maafkan orang dan tak fikir pasal orang yang pernah kasi kita pengalamin pahit, hidup jadi bertambah tenang dan sweet. bila kita let it be, kita makin happy.

tapi nampak tak, apa jadi bila kita guna defence mechanism macam repression? once fikir, semuanya datang balik. macam baru jadi. padahal dah lama dah, dah tak heran pun. tahap tak heran aku sekarang nak hantar je surat kat sorang-sorang "hi apa khabar? harap sihatlah hendaknya. aku nak bagitau yang aku happy. aku happy dengan hidup aku. dengan kengkawan baru aku, tak lupa kengkawan lama yang make the cut to my future. aku happy dengan orang yang nampak aku sebenarnya dan masih terima aku seadanya. sehingga jumpa lagi (or not). bai!"


i've made peace with this for so many times but a still surface can still be stirred, you know?


hopefully once i write this down, it will be empty in that part up here. i will for good, be in peace.






Thursday, February 7, 2013

Girls Are Goods

"kalau tak nak, buat cara tak nak. macam ama."

"kannn?"

"ama tak nak kan ama?"

"tak nak kot."

"amboi ada 'kot'."

"ok fine. tak. nak."

"kenapaa?"

"substitute good."




girls are not substitute goods. let alone complementary goods. we are normal goods. better yet, luxury goods. but if you treat us like we aren't, you are our inferior goods.


i'm so done with this don't even get me started.





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