Monday, November 26, 2012

Serioushit Questions #1: I Love You Too? I Don't Love You?

i have been wanting to do this for a while. to answer some serious questions that make you think about some serious things. this shit is serious i tell ya.

but we'll start with a rather, um, less seriously-shit question. but one which is um, the right question to answer at the moment. i did this a few days ago btw, yeah i can even procrastinate when it comes to clicking the button 'publish'.




  • What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite/same sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?



tough question. tough situation. fearing a tough answer in return. answer given by me, or them, which one is feared the most, is the question.

if i were to tell them that i love them, it would be hard because i'm not really open with my feelings. i'm shy, actually, behind this hahaha fooling around upfront. i don't really share things with just anyone, let alone say those three words to someone.





the more you love, the more you get hurt. it would be hard because i am afraid of getting hurt. if loving someone is like giving your heart to them and trusting them not to unconsciously let it fall and crash to the ground, then letting the person know is like giving them the permission, the right, the power to hold your heart and crush it in their own palm, knowingly, which is worse.


and i am afraid of getting embarrassed. but i don't know which one is worse; rejection or embarrassment  i hope i won't have to know.

but i can imagine the relief of finally letting it all out, the unspoken feelings since God knows when. it's torturing to keep it all alone and to not know if the other person feels it too. it really is. forever wondering if they knew... if they feel it too. the downside is if they don't, hence begin the awkward moment. if you're lucky then it will not last long, you can pretend it never happened, but it did happen and nothing can change history, nothing can erase the memory.


you're gonna be remembered as the one who tangoed alone.


if i were to tell them that i don't love them, it would be hard because i wouldn't want to hurt them. assuming that they say it first, putting me in a situation where i have to tell them i do not feel the same thing, otherwise never in my right mind i will go around telling people i don't love them lol. i don't want to hurt them, because i know how it hurts.

oh the cycle of unrequited love, or crush, or whatever it is the thing that we all feel but don't know what it is.

it would be hard because i don't know how to say it. heck, it would even be hard for me to say i like that person back, let alone the opposite. even if i really, really, really like the person to the moon and back i will still not say it. that's one of the reasons la why confessing is so not my thing. so yeah you can't really tell what i feel, unless i purposely drop some hints to let you know whether i like you or not. but you'll get confused still.

anywaysss, back to the point. it would be hard because, see, if you're saying "i love/like you," you just say it. there's no other way, no beating around the bush hinting with no end because even if you don't say it, it shows. a girl knows. but a girl wants to be nice too. so it is hard, to say the right thing, to make it clear but at the same time to spare the guy from getting hurt.






if he's a friend, i can talk things out with him. but what if he's not a friend? it's harder. if he's not even serious about his feelings, i can just dismiss the topic. but what if he's serious?


if i were to say i love someone, the first to confess, it's 50/50, it's either a happy ending, even just for that second, or not. but if i were to say i don't love someone, i know it's a 100% confirmed closure. someone won't be happy.


if i were to say i love someone, i am already taking a huge risk, i am already preparing myself for the worst, i should be telling myself it might not end up the way i hope it will, i would put a fluffy cushion or even a mattress on the floor so that when the worst case scenario happens, even though my heart falls to the ground, i have taken safety precautions to not let it break. i should know.





but if i were to say i don't love someone, i don't know how to catch his heart without really, catching it, you know? just to catch for the sole purpose of keeping it intact, not for keeping it. i don't know if he would feel okay afterwards, or how long it will take for him to be okay. of course, who am i to give such an impact? but then even i know, it hurts, even for an unexplained feeling, unknown emotion, even for one night, even for one moment.


i would feel really sorry. i really would. i would even feel sad. but there's nothing i can do about it. if the best treasure in the world is to love and be loved in return, then i would wish to feel the same thing, because the 'be loved' part is already there, i just need to work on the 'to love' part. it's not easy to be loved. but then again, it's not easy to love, now i know.


it's not easy for two people to be in love at the same time. it they do, it's a miracle. but even such a miracle doesn't always stay strong and long in this world.







so yes. i would say it would be harder to tell them i do not love them back. it was.









Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Main Air dan Salji di i-City Weeeee!

Kata orang mustahil untuk main air dan main salji dalam satu hari, apetah lagi di tanah air sendiri! macam mimpi di siang hari! tapi kini, dengan adanya WaterWorld dan Snowalk di i-City, istilah mustahil tiada lagi! mari! mari!




LOL APEKAH.


ksooo, aku dengan gegirls Cemerlang 1 pergi i-City minggu lepas, seperti yang dinyatakan dalam perenggan di atas, for the sole purpose of main air dan main salji. takdelah semua gegirls join, just a few good friends of mine. kepada friends yang tak dapat join, nanti kita jalan-jalan lagi ye friends ama sekaliannn janganla sedih hehe susah betul jadi kesayangan ramai ni u'olz *tampar sikit si poyo ni

warning: this trip will make you thank science for causing frost bite (almost) and adrenaline rush, but at the same time keeping you save and alive. really, i was trying to connect everything to physics and chemistry lolol




ama and friends

tapi sebab kami sampai ketika matahari terik di atas kepala, untuk mengelakkan sunburn dan panau akibat main air tengah-tengah panas (rosak kulit i u'olz) kitorang pilih untuk.... main salji dulu!



nampak tak betapa lovingnya rakan-rakanku? tsk



SALAM PERANTAUAN DARI UK/US (THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO DECIDE) KEPADA BONDAKU DARIPADA ANAKANDAMU DAN DUA EKOR PENGUIN. KAT UK US PUN ADA PENGUIN OK



kat uk/us pun ada igloo tawww



siap ada rumah ais lagi lengkap dengan kerusi, meja dan tingkap u'olz

muka aku cool kan. padahal kesejukannya tak dapat digambarkan! brrrrrzzz



kau nampak tak tahap kesejukannya. nampak tak. dah nampak dah? HAA SEKARANG AKU NAK CAKAP YANG STOKING TU STOKING BARU YANG TAK PERNAH MENYENTUH MANA-MANA JARI KAKI OK. I JUST HAD TO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

masuk Snowalk ni baru kau tau erti beku. ada yang dah nak frost bite yang tak rasa hidung yang mulut nak bercakap pun sakit nak tekan butang camera pun jari dah tak function bagai. siap terfikir macam mana laaa nak survive kat uk/us nanti. begitu sekali tahap kebekuannya u'olz.

so Malaysians~



like i said, so Malaysian~ LOLOL



kinda believable



this looks like a freaking cemetery i don't even know why it's there with the orange swans i just what



so apa lagi ada selain ice sculpture ala-ala kat kenduri kahwin orang kaya kat sini?

don't fret my adrenaline rush junkie friends!



duduk dalam pelampung dan korang akan ditolak dari tempat yang agak curam turun berpusing-pusing sampai aku rasa macam perlampung tu akan terbalik dari atas buat aku melantun-lantun pastu jadi macam final destination masa turun pulak laju gila macam nak terpelanting terlanggar dinding i was scared shitless for a few seconds it felt like that thing was never going to stop sliding fuh fuh sebbaik masih hidup

(btw that was not me i used a pink pelampung tehee)


ada gelongsor ice jugaaa!


tapi tanpa ini semua pun i bet you guys will have a lot of fun camwhoring and freezing to death, betul





i wish i will be in a place with real snow two years from now and i wish you girls will be there with me too, just like i wish you girls were here with me in Shah Alam :( 

tapi lambat lagi sebelum kita terpisah makin jauh, jadi sekarang mari gembirakan diri dengan....
main air!



YEAHHH WE'RE READY TO GET WET! ...AWKWARD

sebab tu aku tak pernah teringin nak pergi main air semua ni, sebab rasa macam leceh je nak basah-basah dengan tudung segala. kang terselak ternampak terapa kang, masalah. tapi lepas pengalaman pertama ni, hmm not bad. bila ada orang pandang kitorang pakai macam ni, rasa cool pulak. who says girls with hijab can't have fun (without wearing body hugging so-called muslimah swimsuit) right? 

ini betul-betul membuktikan tiada apa yang mustahil! oh yeaaah!




takdelah macam Sunway Lagoon, but for a first timer, bestlah jugak water park ni. ada kolam yang ada wave effect macam kat pantai (rujuk gambar di atas) yang wavenya bapak best sampai terpelanting kitorang, ada kolam untuk budak-budak kecik yang ada gelongsor air segala (main kat situ sebagai warm up sebelum main gelongsor untuk orang besar tetapi ditegur oleh seorang pakcik "heh ni untuk budak-budakla!" KFINE), ada gelongsor untuk orang besar yang boleh duduk dalam pelampung sengsorang, ramai-ramai atau turun slide macam superman (SERIUS ADRENALINE RUSH FOR A FEW SECONDS OMG), ada kolam tempat lepak orang besar, ada tornado ride yang besar gedabak, but the best is...



DUDUK DALAM PELAMPUNG (ATAU BARING, MENGIKUT KEHENDAK HATI ANDA) DAN BIARKAN ARUS AIR MEMBAWA ANDA MENGELILINGI WATERWORLD TERSEBUT SAMBIL ANDA MENIKMATI KETENANGAN DENGAN MENUTUP MATA, MENGAGUMI KEINDAHAN LANGIT DAN AWAN, MENYANYI BERSAMA LAGU YANG DIALUNKAN  ATAU BERPUSING-PUSING DALAM PELAMPUNG HINGGA PENING LALU PENGSAN.

serious best. untuk pemalas kot. har har



nampak tak keterujaannya tu



nampak tak ketenangannya tu




meanwhile on land....






sebanyak mana pun kami telah berubah sejak 6 tahun yang lalu, kalau dah camwhores memang camwhores juga




mereka normal sebenarnya, malah cantik dan ayu pula




tibalah masa yang kita semua tidak nantikan... masa untuk pulang wuwuwu




orang busy memang camni, dialah tengok peta, dialah telefon teksi



nampak tak betapa busy



sementara tunggu teksi...





camwhoring lagi


nak buat camne, girls will be girls~




ok now comes the non-nonsense part.



these are my friends. 1C1 was where it all began (well, i've known Pejah since primary school and Nawa since childhood because she's my girl back door - jiran belakang rumah - but i guess real friendship did not really begin then). now, we've been friends for almost 6 years. the first three years together, the second three years apart. but may it be a friendship which lasts forever.




this is what you would call a 'gang'. i guess we were. and still are. these were my close friends the first three years of high school. although we don't really share secrets cos it was not my thing back then, lol, we shared quite the same minds and views on almost everything. 

but these girls broke my heart when all of them, i repeat, all of them left me alone after PMR, left SMKLK for elite boarding schools. if you dig into my blog archive you can read about how miserable i was back then, having to start over at the same old place. i know laaa i was the one who didn't want to be in a boarding school again but i did not expect all of them would want to. tsk. nonetheless, here we are 3 years after that ;)




and this, is my best friend. BEST FRIEND. WOW. STRONG WORDS. LIKE LOVE. i love her, she's my best friend. and i think it took me 5 years to say this. i don't throw around the words 'best friend' and 'love' like it's nothing, because it has such a deep meaning. but those 5 years of not labeling each other and of unspoken words, i knew we both knew it, even if i didn't say it :')

it may not show in the pictures but i know she loves me too. ahaha. in any relationship i'm just the one who tries harder and loves harder, nak buat camne tsk tsk wuwu. but like i always say, you're my other half but i'm your better half anyway. konon. har har har



I LOVE YOU GUYS. THERE.




let's end this beautiful day with tutti frutti shall we?








Saturday, November 17, 2012

Trend Islamik

Semalam masa aku dan dua orang kawan berdiri dalam LRT, bertiga berpaut pada tiang dihimpit manusia yang entah dari mana dan nak ke mana, kitorang meluahkan rasa yang aku ingat dah lama aku simpan sorang je. maka bermulalah sesi rancak anak-anak dara mengiyakan kata-kata each other.

diharap pengguna LRT yang sempat curi dengar mendapat manfaatnya. dah macam bual bicara.



pasal apa? pasal.....



1. Cinta Selepas Nikah Yang Terbaik Cinta Lain Salaaaaahhh

bual bicara live dalam LRT kitorang dimulakan bila seorang kawan berkata sesuatu lebih kurang camni 

"ada baca tak status kita dulu? kita kata yang orang sekarang dah ada mindset yang cinta sebelum nikah salah, yang betulnya semua lepas kahwin je-"

"ADA ADA! kita like," siapa lagi kalau bukan pengguna FB tegar, yours truly.


cinta selepas nikah memanglah indah. memang lebih baik, lebih sweet, lebih "awwwh". tapi tu tak bermaksud there's no such thing as cinta sebelum nikah yang juga indah, baik, sweet, "awwwh". aku tak bantah, everything after marriage will always be better kan? nama pun dah kahwin buatlah apa suka semua dapat pahala. tapi tu tak bermakna cinta sebelum nikah berdosa gila, haram semata.

nak bercinta? pandaila jaga. tak pandai, toksei nok gatei noh.

oh tapi. harus ingat. bercinta dan cinta itu dua benda berbeza. boleh jadi mutually exclusive. boleh jadi independent event. belajar math kan? yang bercinta tak semestinya cinta, ini jenis aku memang takleh terima. yang cinta tak semestinya bercinta, yang ini memang comel gila. belajar bm kan? dengan adanya imbuhan 'ber' tu, maknanya berbeza. cinta itu perasaan. bercinta itu perbuatan.



yes you believe. but it doesn't mean the other one doesn't exist.


"There is nothing better for two who love each other than marriage" Prophet Muhammad pbuh.

this is enough to say that love before marriage exists. i haven't found any hadith or verse that says one can not love another before marriage. Allah, sedangkan Nabi sendiri mengiyakan cinta Mughits kepada Barirah :')


cinta sebelum nikah yang suci itu wujud. bukan semua tercemar dengan nafsu dan fitnah. ada masih ikut fitrah. tak susah sebenarnya. tapi tak semudah tu juga. jadi tolonglah respect sikit kat member yang dah ada bakal laki bakal bini tapi cuba jaga hubungan tu demi hubungan halal yang diredhai.


jangan cepat menghukum. jangan kelaskan semua benda as halal, haram. kalau bab akidah tu lainlah. ini fiqh. banyak pandangan. untuk memudahkan, ikut kemampuan. pandang dari setiap penjuru, pilih penjuru yang mana rasa baik dan mampu. kalau mampu pilih cara terbaik, bagus alhamdulillah. tapi jangan pandang orang yang pilih penjuru lain sebagai orang yang salah. islam tak susah. islam cara hidup, panduan hidup. guideline. bukan ini je betul itu tentu salah. ada kompromi sana sini.



2. Jiwang Islamik

"sekali lagi aku baca warkah buat bakal zaujah surat buat bakal suami pesanan buat bakal imamku memang aku tampar je orang tu"

maaf terkasar bahasa kepada sesapa yang terasa. kengkadang aku ni brutal jugak. dulu pertama kali baca memang Ya Allah sweetnyaaa. kali kedua baca bolehlah lagi comelnyaaa. kali ketiga baca dah oh lol k. kali keempat baca eh tak baca pun terus click tanda X merah kat hujung kanan atas sekali tu (yang kalau awak semua nak click sekarang pon boleyy). kali kelima nampak tajuk surat warkah pesanan bagai ni memang aku flip table terus.


the level of jiwang islamik yang budak budak muda layan sekarang is too damn high bro!

"betul betul! macam kita baca kat iluvislam kan, orang cakap pasal Irma Hasmie, pasal nak dapat suami baik semua tapi kerja online je share benda camtu-"

"kita pun baca yang tu!" aku menyampuk lagi. "dia kata semua cakap untunglah Irma suami hensem, baik, tapi dorang dok berjiwang islamik je kat FB. camne nak dapat suami camtu kan?"

eh kenapa aku tak terasa walaupun aku online je kerja? sebab aku tak berjiwang islamik! har har har



ok kalau jenis jiwang islamik yang dah nikah camni takpe. yang tak tahan tu bila si single mingle selalu bercakap pasal cinta, pasal bakal imam, bakal makmum, bakal masbuk segala. bila jiwang itu dicelup unsur islamik supaya boleh diterima public.



ok ini jiwang islamik belum nikah yang.... comel gila T_T



yang perempuan nak laki soleh je, yang boleh mengaji ayat kegemaran instead of menyanyi la ape laa. i say apa salahnya kalau laki kita menyanyi untuk kita? dapat buat dua-dua tu bonus what. *cough, ehhem Little Things ya bakal lakiku, cough*

yang lelaki nak perempuan solehah je, yang tak layan lelaki lain yang menjaga diri dan hatinya. tapi bila crush kau tak layan kau, terus give up tak leh dibuat bini, test perempuan mana yang solehah tapi nak layan kau supaya ego kau tak tercalar dan kau tak kesunyian. pffft. men's logic.


"Women of purity are for men of purity, and men of purity are for women of purity." [24.26]

semua tau kan? dah tu? usahalah jadi baik untuk dapat yang baik. awak buat status "alangkah bestnyaaa kalau dapat suami soleh hihi" awak ingat laki yang soleh terus jatuh cinta dan lamar awak?


aku pun takdelah bercita-cita tinggi sangat nak lelaki yang soleh gila sebab aku tau diri aku macam mana. tak setaraf nanti. takut aku tak mampu nak hidup dengan dia sebab cara kitorang tak sama. tak boleh jadi diri sendiri. cukuplah laki yang nak sama-sama ke jannah dengan aku tapi still boleh buat aku hepi duniawi. lol. 

aku sedar diri, tapi aku tau harga diri. kalau kau rendahkan target kau, ke aku, sebab kau tak dapat capai standard soleh yang diperlukan oleh target kau yang solehah sebelum ni, memang boleh blah.



3. Kapel Islamik

"lagi satu, kapel islamik. ok fine, dia kejutkan kau bangun tahajud semua, bagus alhamdulillah. tapi takyah letak label kapel islamik tu boleh tak. kapel is kapel. korang kapel, cukup titik. takpe, aku bukan nak marah pun kalau korang kapel," kata aku menghangatkan perbincangan.


memang aku tak marah... dah. har har. sebab aku dulu... dan dua orang kawan-kawan aku ni... dan beberapa kawan lagi.... merupakan.... Gang Anti Couple. GAC *ternganga menjerit berlari bertempiaran semua* bak kata seorang bekas ahli "agak rempit la." biasalah, budak form 2 otak sempit ilmu cetek yang hanya baca tulisan di internet dan terus terima sepenuh hati selain buat hukum sendiri tanpa mencari pendapat lain, berfikir guna akal sendiri mahupun merujuk ijmak para ulamak mungkin kerana kurangnya kematangan dan juga pengalaman. eh.





katalah aku kapel, tapi jaga. cubaaa jaga. cuba tak dengar godaan syaitan. tak lagha, tak merosakkan diri, tak mengotori cinta, tak memudaratkan si dia, pastu tetiba ada dak-dak bajet terel canang yang aku tengah melakukan sesuatu yang haram, aku memang berdosa besar, aku takleh lari dari zina hati, dah kapel wajiblah aku pegang tangan ringan-ringan segala kan yela pada dorang mana ada kapel yang tak bersentuhan bersayangan ni, takde cara lain selain aku putus dengan lelaki yang aku tak label sebagai pakwe pun sebab aku dah terlalu matang untuk perkara kebudak-budakan seperti itu, putus dengan lelaki yang aku doa nak jadi suami aku, putus putus putus didesak oleh dak-dak GAC ni.


dahlah aku berjihad al-nafs bersusah mencuba, tetiba bebudak ni cakap macam aku tak berusaha langsung, memang sengsorang aku kasi sepatah dua. mungkin berpatah-patah.

berdakwah ada caranya; dengan hikmah. sebab tu dakwah ni susah. niat nak tarik orang, tapi makin ditolak adalah.


malu aku dengan diri sendiri. malu aku dengan orang berkapel yang aku dah bikin tensi. malu aku dengan Allah, Tuhan Yang Maha Mengetahui segala hukum, segala niat, segala apa yang mereka buat yang aku sikit pun taktau tapi sibuk nak hukumkan. Astaghfirullah. jadi sekarang bila aku jumpa budak-budak macam ni, memang aku akan kasi sepatah dua kepada mereka.

"kita tau dia kapel. tapi kita tak nampak apa dia buat dan tak buat. kita tau dia tak tutup aurat, tapi kita tak nampak dia punya jihad. jangan cepat menghukum, jangan cepat stereotype. berhusnuzonlah."


eh apa point aku tadi? jauh benar menyimpangnya. marilah kembali ke pangkal jalan.





ok kau kapel. you don't have to justify i'm done being a prejudice judge and that is not a lie. you don't have to justify your being in a relationship by labeling what you're in as 'kapel islamik'. even kalau satu hari, kalau k, kalau, aku kapel, aku takkan justify perbuatan aku kepada 'hollier-than-thou' dengan cakap "eh kami tak pegang-pegang, kami duduk renggang-renggang! kami kapel islamik!" TAKKAN. bukan sebab bangga ke apa. in fact aku diam-diam je. tapi sebab aku takkan menidakkan apa aku buat.


ada ex-GAC yang cakap dia takkan kapel. takkan. tapi sekarang dia ada bakal suami dah insyaallah. aku tak pernah cakap aku takkan kapel. tak pernah. tapi aku tak jumpa lagi bakal suami lololol apekah. pointnya, they try to do it the right way. ok not the halal way foineee, tapi the right way. she tries. he tries. and there is no 'kapel islamik' plastered on their back, or 'kapel' at all. 

pointnya dalam pointnya, your own actions justify it enough. you don't need other people's approval.

ok your parents' perlu.



4. Kahwin Muda

"kita sekarang fikir kahwin, tak rasa apa," kawan bersuara.

"kita pun dah lepas dah fasa tu semua, sekarang neutral je. dah tak teruja cam dulu, that's sooo high school," aku mengaku. ketawa.

"tapi ramai yang nak kahwin muda kan. bila start eh trend kahwin muda ni? sebab Dena Bahrin? sekarang orang nak kahwin muda sebab sweet je, padahal tanggungjawab semua tu..." kawan bersuara.

"tau takpe! ingat senang kahwin ni? pastu kahwin muda sebenarnya dah lama kot orang alim buat, sejak azali. kita-kita ni je yang sekarang tengok pompuan berpurdah nikah dengan laki berjubah, terus awwwwh. padahal pada dorang itu benda biasa. sebab itu benda yang betul, bukan sweet semata," semangat aku sambil peluk tiang besi tu, elak impak inertia.

"annoying kan bila semua nak macam tu," kawan rasa.

"memang. sebab yang salah pulak tu. jadi tak special bila dah tak rare, bila jadi trend" aku mengiyakan.




ibadah wajib cukup dah?


admit it people, tak menyampah ke bila budak-budak yang setahun jagung, atau remaja-remaja macam kita yang ikut kematangan seksual memang boleh kahwin tapi ilmu rumah tangga ilmu agama baru sedepa, gedik-gedik nak kahwin?

tapi sebab aku pun pernah gedik-gedik nak kahwin, maka aku beri peluanglaaa. kalau aku nampak symptom ni aku akan anggap mereka tengah melalui fasa itu maka aku pun fahamlaaa. tapi at least masa aku tengah gedik-gedik nak kahwin dulu aku takdela tergedik-gedik dengan mereka yang berlainan jantina tauuuu siap pilih dua tiga orang calon nak test mana satu yang pasangan hidup yang terbaik tauuuu. 

aku gedik diam-diam je.

sesungguhnya itu lebih sopan. ihik.



5. Purdah

topik ni takde dalam bual bicara LRT tapi nak cakap jugak. 

purdah pun dah jadi trend sekarang. semua sebab anak dara yang terpengaruh dengan jiwang islamik oleh teruna yang nak isteri solehah untuk bercinta selepas nikah supaya tak terjebak dalam kapel islamik.  pfft. pastu kalau dah berpurdah, janganlah make up mata tebal sangat. aku rasa tu seksi, aku taktaula apa laki rasa. where's the super modesty the reason why you wear it in the first place?

kepada mereka yang ingin atau telah berpurdah sebab Allah, tak perlu sentap, takyah marah.


yang teruna tu pun, nak yang solehah je. senanglah nanti kerja korang kan? tak payah diubah isteri yang memang dah cukup didikan dah elok perwatakan. padahal di situlah dayus tak dayusnya seorang lelaki, mampu tak mampunya seorang lelaki untuk mendidik isteri. kalau dapat bini baik goyang kaki jelah, tah tah dia yang pimpin kau ke jannah. pfft. nak yang berpurdah je. spesel wajahku untukmu wahai suami. padahal bini orang lain anak dara orang lain yang tak berpurdah tu best je kau kasi pandangan pertama yang diampunkan tu kan?

kepada mereka yang tak bersalah, tak perlu sentap, takyah marah.


tapi memang hakikatnya ada perempuan dan lelaki macam ni.





niat. niat sis, niat bro. niat. saya nampak awak berpurdah, saya tak nampak niat awak, maka tak terdetik apa pun di hati melainkan alhamdulillah, moga istiqamah. tapi kalau dah berpurdah sebab awak sendiri cakap rasa bestlaa macam misteri ni, mata macam seksi, nanti dapat suami soleh hihi, apekah? kalau dah awak sendiri cakap awak nak berpurdah masa nikah sebab taknak adik beradik suami awak jatuh cinta dengan awak sebab kecantikan awak yang maha sangat, apekah?


di manakah modesty di situ? modesty yang menjadi sebab perempuan wajib menutup aurat. purdah tidak wajib. yang bermakna perempuan berpurdah patut ada super modesty.

tapi maaf, mungkin salah saya. saya tau apa awak cakap, tapi saya tak nampak hati awak. jadi maaf.



jujur aku cakap, yang tak perlu pun aku cakap sebenarnya, tapi aku nak cakap jugak. aku taktaulah masa depan aku camne, sesungguhnya Allah yang kasi hidayah. tapi kalau hidayah terletak atas kata-kata aku, aku kata aku takde niat nak berpurdah. bukan taknak, tapi takde niat. aku suka tengok orang berpurdah, memang misteri, memang super modesty. i don't have anything against them, i support them, i pray for them to be istiqamah. 



purdah ni memang macam best sebenarnya



but it's just not for me.


just like aku takkan tak letak gambar aku dekat internet. satu ustaz yang tidak akan dinamakan cakap seorang perempuan solehah, jika gambarnya dipuji, dia takkan cakap "alhamdulillah" atau "takdelah". tapi delete terus gambar tu. dia simpan semua gambar dia untuk suami dia. bila dia kahwin dia akan kata "abang, ini gambar yang saya ambil pada masa sekian sekian di sekian sekian yang saya tak pernah tunjuk dekat orang lain. sebab saya simpan untuk abang je." awww sho shwet!


aku cakap kat kawan aku,


"ok fine. so kita tak sesolehah itu. mungkin tak solehah langsung. kita cuba tutup aurat sempurna, cuba k, tapi kita tak kisah gambar kita ada dekat internet, itu cukup untuk kita. kita tak fikir yang lelaki akan rasa apa-apa. kita tak ada niat nak riak bila orang puji dan kita cakap takdelahhh, sebab itu apa yang kita rasa. kalau lelaki ngan perempuan tengok pastu rasa apa-apa, sama ada kita ni rupa takdelah teruk mana atau kita ni berlagak tayang rupa, kita takleh buat apa-apa. sama macam orang yang berpurdah takleh buat pape bila dorang pakai celak tebal dan lelaki rasa tu seksi dan kita rasa tu tak menggambarkan modesty padahal dorang takde niat nak buat orang rasa camtu. so takpelah. kita tak sebaik itu. cukup gambar freehair kita yang kita simpan untuk suami kita so kita boleh cakap 'awak, ni gambar saya camwhoring masa study untuk spm, masa tu baca dua page tapi camwhoringnya dua jam, ni semua hasilnya special untuk awak.' orang yang memang solehah sampai rahsiakan muka kat FB semua tu, alhamdulillah good for them. tapi kita tak macam dorang. tak mampu. cukup kita macam ni."



so kepada lelaki yang rasa nak isteri berpurdah, isteri yang rahsiakan wajah, you can cross me off your list already.


ke dah cross out awal-awal? k foineeeeeee.





disclaimer: aku ini kurang ilmunya. hanya meluahkan rasa. jika ada terkasar bahasa, maaf dipinta. jika ada silap tolong perbetulkan, aku terima. tapi jika sekadar percanggahan pandangan, to each its own k brader.








Thursday, November 15, 2012

Of Blogging and Those Things

I'm writing on impulse. for the first time in a long time, i'm writing without knowing what to write, without worrying of people's insight. i'm writing, as i should write.

i remind myself of the first reason why i wanted to start blogging, 5 years ago. blogging was not the 'it' thing. in fact, i barely knew any blogger be it in real or virtual life. what i knew was; i wanted to write. i saw things and i thought about things, sometimes in a way i knew others would not because it was about the simplest things like how a squirrel was sitting on a tree and why a girl in a school uniform was standing in the pouring rain to the most complex of matters.

and i wished if i could document all my thoughts and record all my insights, how i viewed the world and how i tried to see things which were not there to be seen. i did not want any of it to be forgotten or wasted. boy i thought i was deep. lol.

but what happened when i finally had a blog...? rubbish, rubbish errywhereee.





i remind myself of the second reason why i wanted to start blogging, 5 years ago. but this might be the first reason. also the reason why i wanted to be a writer since God knows when. i wanted to let my secrets out. gosh i was so secretive back then. to let it aaall out. i told nobody nothing. i didn't want people to know but at the same time i did. so i figured i would let people know... by not letting them to know it's me. geddit?

in fact, my first blog was a personal, private blog. but since Keretapi, i've noticed how i'm not as private as i once was. and i don't like that. na-ah. me no likey the new open me. me also no likey how me no write the way i should be writin like i wanted to write the first time i bloggin.

ugh. now you see what i'm talking about right? 


i've been through all phases; the beginner-who's-sincere phase, the blogger-baru-nak-up-suka-mencapub phase, the blogging-blogwalking-commenting-for-the-sake-of-readers-and-followers phase, and let me tell you, the two later phases gave no pleasure like the first one; the sincere beginner. so now i'm in the i-don't-care-if-no-one-cares-and-is-impressed-as-long-as-i-get-to-express-not-suppress phase.


i can't be lazy. everyday i have something to say, but i'm lazy to elaborate since my blog posts are usually long so i end up making a long facebook status about it instead. i can't have rules of blogging, because these rules are what make me lazy in the first place. like the long posts rule for example. i don't even know when the rule is made. or who made it. it's just, there.






i want to be free. i want to be artistic. i want to be deep. i want to be insightful. i want to be creative. i want to be the writer. i want to be the poet. i want to be the bloggers whom i love just by reading their beautiful words. i want to express, not to impress, not to suppress. i want to be me without leaving some other parts of me outside Keretapi.


which brings us to...


i think i need to write in private for it to be personal, like being alone in a room without the presence of other people. not only the process, but also the result is in private. which means i'll be blogging in secret. but, let me quote myself,

"i want to be heard, but i don't want to be seen. i want to be understood but i don't want to be noticed. i want to make a difference, but i don't want to be recognized."


and let me quote Hanis Zalikha,

"kalau orang tak baca, tak sampailah messagenyaaa."


or i just need to write elsewhere, where i can be me but my identity will remain a mystery. so they will read, but they won't care.


or i just need to read and write more. it has been a long time since i last did so.






aaand this is what happens when i write on impulse. sigh. rubbish it is not, i wish.



Monday, November 12, 2012

Slumdog Millionaire - One In A Million I Say

Did you know that Slumdog Millionaire is one of my favourite movies? or maybe, even the best movie of all time to me? it is one which at the end of it, leaves you with an impression, perspective to ponder, and maybe a tear.

or two.

or a whole gallon.





even after countless times of rewatching it, i find myself crying and thinking. it's a movie which pulls us into deep thoughts, shines the explanation to our confusions, whispers the relief to our sighs. it makes us see "oh, that's why it happened to me" because "something better will make it up in the future". and is it not what we want to hear? is it not what we've been waiting to occur?

but many of us refuse to believe. well if you don't have faith, then how can the theory be practical? how can your life be magical? ok maybe because it's a concept too abstract for us to picture. to impossible, some sort of a miracle. you don't believe it because it doesn't happen.

or it doesn't happen because you don't believe it? 

remember, Allah acts as we expect.





Everything Happens For A Reason

had he not experienced the unfortunate events, he wouldn't have known the answers, won the money, and reunited with the love of his life. the flashbacks at the end of the movie remind him that everything is worth it in the end. had he not gone through hell, it wouldn't have ended well. so keep calm and carry on, cos as his bro said

"God is good, bai, God is good" and "God is great".






i really love the ending scene at the train station, with Latika's Theme (did i tell you i downloaded half the soundtracks? they're just that good!) beautifully playing in the background, the flashbacks of the unfortunate events in his life when he saw Latika across the railway. everything he has seen, he has been, leads to everything he wants and finally gets, her right there. tearsss.



take the events in our lives as a flight of stairs. take each thing that happens as each step. take whatever waiting at the top of the stairs as whatever you want. a good academic achievement? a good husband? a good life? a good afterlife? to get to all that, you have to climb each step. you have to experience it all. good, and bad.

still doesn't make sense? ok. take Jamal. every question leading to the millions is everything that has happened leading to living happily ever after with Latika. the questions he could answer are somehow related to his miserable life. one unfortunate event, one question answered, one step closer. see?





the same concept applied to each of us. only less obvious.


"Do not lose hope in the mercy of Allah; indeed none lose hope in the mercy of Allah except the disbelieving people." 12:87



We Shouldn't Question The Blessings Granted To A Person

when we see someone being happy and lucky, don't you ever question it. don't you ever say why? how? or you'll be questioning God.

maybe the person is happy because he once have felt misery. maybe the person is lucky because once he was in despair. so don't you ever say "it's not fair." you have no idea what they've gone through. you have no idea what they've experienced for something that blissful to happen. you just don't.


you see them having everything, but have you any idea that you know nothing?


like that host dude. he wondered how the hell a tea boy could answer all that. he suspected him. he doubted him. little did he know, that tea boy had jumped into a pool of shits, seen his mother being killed, and experienced all other misfortunes to be able to answer the questions.





so when you see someone living in luxury, having a perfectly happy family, acing exams without studying like crazy, or looking effortlessly handsome and pretty, bear in mind that you don't know their past, or their future. all of that could have been compensations for the things which were taken from them, the gifts for their patience. or simply something to balance out their soon-to-be horrible life. you just don't know.


The Prophet said "He whom Allah intends good, He makes him suffer from some affliction" [Al-Bukhari] 


remember, everything that you've lost, is Allah's. he has taken it back, but it will be lent again to you given that you're patient. might not be the same thing, might be something even better. if he doesn't here, he will return it to you later, with something that is guaranteed to be so much better, but that time, something for permanent.

Jannah, anyone? insyaallah.


i love Jamal's expression every time he got a question right. even more when he won that 20 millions rupees. he didn't believe it himself. at first he was surprised. like what did he ever do to deserve such a prize? the answer: everything he ever did and was ever done towards him. 





then, a face that didn't really show anything, or in fact it was just too subtle for us to see. he was just, cool about everything. he didn't do whatever people do if they win 20 millions, if it ever happens. but i believe i recognize that face, just like i knew the expression before it. oh i know too well.

it is the face of "finally." of "finally, i see what you did there, God." of just "thank you, past experiences, thank you, tears, thank you, afflictions, thank you, God."


he felt that every hole in his life was filled that moment. that's why he didn't jump with excitement, cry or laugh with joy, because it's not like he received yet another addition of happiness in his life, but the hole where happiness should have been was filled. so he felt, enough. he felt complete.



It Is Written

after the phone call for the last question was answered by Latika, Jamal didn't even care about the answer anymore. he asked firstly not the question of the third musketeer, but "where are you?" and smiled with relief at the answer "i'm safe." after that he just gave out a little laugh, and hentam jelah. he didn't even care. all he cared about was Latika, and who knew his purpose of being in that game show would be met? for Latika to see him, just that. but he got more.

hentam pun, menang jugak dia.





if it's bound to happen, it will happen. being a millionaire is his destiny. Latika is his destiny. he was a slumdog, he lost Latika twice. but no matter how at odds it is, things will be the way it should be. all the bad times were just the journey to the destiny.


as simple as that. do you believe in destiny? in fate? in possibility? then believe, that the answer is


D. it is written




don't even get me started with Jamal's relationship with his brother yes Salim's a douche but he loved his lil bro and sacrificed for him eventually, something he should have done long ago but who cares he freakin died in a bath tub full of money how symbolic it is because the reason he was a douche was because of power and money and then the fact that that blinded boy with beautiful voice was not saved and still sang for that ahole but recognized Jamal anyway and wished the best for him what a beautiful soul and how Latika's favourite lines are "now what?", "so what?" and "it's too late" cos she was in despair and to her nothing or nobody could save her i mean i understand her but then came Jamal her knight in shining armour and i can go on and on but i should just stop here.




i can relate to this movie so much, but i prefer to write this post factually instead of based on a true story. thank you, Slumdog Millionaire, for making me believe that i can escape my own version of slum, win my own version of millions, and get my own version of Latika someday.






Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Last Love = The 5 Ws

i am going to blog about something which is irrelevant in my supposed to be hectic-studying-for-final-exam life right now. it is about..... love :O

since my last post i've been wanting to blog about one of my best friends, and the second part of my umrah post. but these things don't really bother me, they don't distract me when i'm trying to stay focus (i don't mind distractions which help my focus, yes they exist), sucking me into the black hole of confusions disguised as a visit to the memory lane. i can keep the thoughts and memories of my best friend and mekah in my mind and heart dearly. but some others, they are poisonous. so spit it out i will. 

of course i won't spit out the real deal, i'm just going to blog about what helps me to taste the real thing and thus, be able to spit it out. and never lick it back. never.


and how does this post come to be gross?



i have this to thank to. watch it. The Last.





"you're none of them. because you're all of them. you're who i love; the fantasy, the make-believe-things that are actually true. you are what i love; the depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. you are when i love; a new history is being started with you, we are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminiscent about. you are where i love; because i'll go anywhere just to be with you. you are why i love; because before you, i didn't truly understand what i was looking for. now that we've found each other, you've given my past a future with you. you're the sixth, you're the last"



OMG GIRL Y U NO CRY



Who, what, when, where, why. 


people say once you love someone (or fall deeply in like), you can't unlove them. you will always have that feeling. after the feeling is no longer felt, you may hate them, forget them, not give a damn bout them, give a damn about someone new, but after a while, you will be reminded of them, and you will be caressed, tickled, or stabbed - whichever suits your case best - by the feeling.


and i say what a crap that is!




if it never dies, then your last love never lives


when i was younger i thought, man that's a shitload of craps. then how about the last person you love? if everyone is tragically hung up on somebody, how are they ever going to wholly love the one they are going to marry? especially with those who claim that 'first love never dies' crap, then how about your last love? will you be okay to marry someone and know that their first and consequent loves are still in their heart and the memories in their mind? i bet not, right?


maybe that's why we should save the best for last, for the one and only. we should not love too much and much too early, because love can't be erased. it can only be crossed out as somebody with whom you're not meant to be. because a broken heart can't be replaced, it can only be sewn by time and bandaged by somebody else. because hurt, no matter how long it has been, will always still hurt. because hurt hurts. maybe what people say is true. maybe that's why we should not play with something so taboo. maybe that's why, and that is what i live by.




i hope he hasn't given too much of himself, too many pieces of his heart to others, at least. i hope he hasn't given anything at all. but that's impossible. at least i hope we're on the same level.



but now i am older, i thought, some times you don't look for it but it finds you. but what if after it finds you, it leaves you? what if after a while of being free, it visits you and brings along many questions to ask you? many moments to remind you?

maybe what people say is true.



or maybe it's just because of the presence of extraneous variables which always affect the observations and fake the findings.



this video, The Last, makes me see sense even though it doesn't make everything makes sense, because love doesn't make sense. The Last shows the closest and the best definition of love i have ever encountered. because love can't be defined. i don't even know if i've ever been in love lol. maybe i'll know for sure when i find all these who, what, when, where, and why ;)






you can love others (or fall deeply in like) before the last and still love the last wholly like you've never been broken, like it's never been taken. because you love the others partly. you love the who, what, when, where, and why of the others. because who, what, when, where, and why are the reasons of your love. but you love the last with none of them (because love doesn't need a reason and doesn't make sense) or with all of them.


who; you love who the person is. the personality. the handsome hunk with charm. the cute boy with innocence. the popular senior. the future dream husband. you love the idea of the person.

what; you love how the person is. the role. the exception. what they make you feel. what they say. what they do. the meaningless conversations. the meaningful silence. you love the chemistry.

when; you love the person because of the time. first crush at 10. adolescence. last year of high school. early 20s when everybody is in love. early 30s when you should be in love.

where; you love the person because of the place. where you need to belong, where you long for a company. somewhere nostalgic. somewhere unfamiliar. the place with the right atmosphere.

why; you love the person because they show you the reason why. to love and to be loved.



you can still love one part at a time, or more, but you can love the last like you've never loved before. because the last is all parts, all reasons, all persons put together, and the parts before? were just some lessons.

the last is the true love because if it isn't, you'll still remember the others, wonder what could have happened and wish for the ending to be different. that's how you know the last is true.






so yes, when you're reminded of someone, after a period of time when you thought it will never happen again, when a song makes you cry and a memory makes you smile, it doesn't mean you can't get over them. it doesn't mean you haven't moved on. it doesn't mean you must give it another chance. it doesn't mean there's still something. you just miss the memories, not the person. the what with the who and the what, not the who of the who and the what, there's no other reason.

it doesn't mean they're the one, the only, the last just because you reminiscent the past.


it only means they were once a part, a lesson before you find the one with whom you'll have every part, every reason, or none at all. because he's the right person.




the same or different who, only when will tell what at where with the same or different why :)



and when you finally know who, what, when, where, and why, just watch this video






and pray there will be no drama-drama sebelum kahwin :D





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