October 17, 2006

in-betweens

"saya kenyang"

Picture above is the epitome of normal, post breaking-a-fast condition.


The in-betweens :

You go clubbing, wear sexy clothes, but never missed the 5-times a day prayer.
You wear tudung with short sleeves.
You are metrosexual but love getting all dirty doing adventure racings and mountain climbing.
You wear tudung and you are in a band.
You are having sex before marriage but you don't eat pork.
You are wearing tudung but you love performing on stage.
You aren't fasting, you don't pray, but you got all boiled up by the murtad cases
You are wearing tudung but you smoke.

It's like NESLO, not a MILO, neither a NESCAFE. No wait, it's both MILO and NESCAFE.
Some people look at it as a confusion. I look at it as personal preferences.
Some like only MILO, some prefer the original taste of NESCAFE, no add-ons.
Some look at it as the perfect combination, like, being moderate, wasatiah.

People tend to chastise these in-betweens.
Like they are good, but never good enough.

Contoh mudah : Saya tidak hebat berbahasa Melayu tetapi bahasa Inggeris saya juga tidak sehebat mana, apatah lagi bahasa Arab saya. Jika saya hebat, masih ada yang lebih hebat, seperti juga ada yang lebih teruk. Oleh itu, apakah yang harus saya rasa? Hebat, atau sebaliknya? Selain itu, adakah saya patut dikecam?!

Contoh lebih mudah : Saya solat tak tinggal. Saya baca Quran setiap hari, tetapi saya suka tengok perempuan seksi dan kurang gemar perempuan bertudung. Adakah saya jahat atau baik, jahil atau alim?!

In the end, it's about doing the right thing, is it?!
Right or wrong, who are we to judge. Right or wrong takes a lifetime of learning.
Nevertheless, no matter what you do, how you dressed up, it's the way you treat people that counts the most.
At least to me.
You just can't fake kindness.

Study-wise, this semester is by far the suckiest semester, ever.
Had to sit for exams on freaking Sundays, had the second shittiest lecturer teaching one of the easiest core subjects making it being one of the hardest to score, having exams delayed or cancelled only few minutes before the starting time and to top it all, final exams will be right after the eid mubarak's holiday.

Fuckadoodadeyyy.

Plus, like zerr, I just got ripped off for being a helluve stupid consumer. Unlike her rm10, it's my freaking rm25. PASAR MALAM PULAK TU, BOLEH TAKKKKK!?!!

Nota tambahan:
Kadang-kadang perempuan hanya ingin dipujuk.
Kadang-kadang perempuan hanya ingin diberi bunga.
Kadang-kadang perempuan hanya inginkan perhatian.
Kadang-kadang sahaja tapi, bukan banyak-banyak.

"Rilek ah".
"Lek lek pertama komplek la.. "
(adaptasi daripada filem REMP-IT)


I'm quoting REMP-IT, oh wow!!

Happy fasting, what's left of it.

October 02, 2006

eudaimonia

my precious


"You" by Switchfoot. OST of "A Walk to Remember"

"There's always something in the way.

There's always something getting through,

but it's not me. It's You.


Sometimes ignorance rings true,

but hope is not in what I know.

It's not in me. It's in You.

It's all I know. It's all I know.


I find peace when I'm confused
.
I find hope when I'm let down.

Not in me. It's in You.


I hope to lose myself for good.

I hope to find it in the end.

Not in me. In You.

It's all I know. It's all I know.

In You. In You. Its in You.


There's always something in the way.

There's always something getting through,

but it's not me. It's You."



A good song stays close to my heart. Brain. Whatever.

How is it possible that at the age of 23 you are still clueless about almost everything in life?
From things that would make you really happy, to what you really want in life?
Even getting what you want in life, would it make you happier?

Young adult. What so adult about it.

Honestly I envy those who seems to be coping so well with life, having a blast blending in.
Because I don't think I fit in anywhere.
I want to go home. Home is where I belong. But honestly I don't know where home is.

Nevertheless, I don't have anything to complain. I am grateful, of everything, despite of everything.
I have someone whom I love full-heartedly, who is speaking an entirely different love language than I do.
My family happens to be the most important thing in my life, for just being mine, although they don't quite comprehend what or who I really am.
I have my friends who I cherish most, that I'd go through hell and back for them without expecting anything in return, just because I want to.

That's why I love 'em a great deal, because I don't put any expectation.
They might to but I don't expect them to. Half of the times, they don't even know the whole story. Because once I poured my heart out, I would be expecting too much, more than they can give.
Better not let it be that way.

"There could never be enough money, enough attention or -most important- enough love, because he knew how quickly it could vanish... " Charles R Cross on Kurt Cobain. How true.

I think I tend to march at my own beat that doesn't sound like a bit at all most of the times.

People, this is PMS. Praise the Lord.

When the time comes that you don't need anything or anyone else to feel good about your life and self, you know you have finally reached the state of eudaimonia ; the prime candidate of ultimate human flourishing.
My time shall come.

Mari mari sahur!!! nyum nyum


Selamat berpuasa kepada Muslim & Muslimat.

To Iwan, all the best for PMR.