tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78941905801576002502024-03-13T21:11:39.956+08:00 faiznazimFaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-19317812587519000622019-01-19T22:04:00.001+08:002019-01-19T22:04:26.738+08:00On Becoming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whether we realize it or not, we are becoming our parents in a way or another.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A splash of genetics or somewhat an environmental confirmation that our body has devour, becomes what we are today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not sure when I heard my father tonight, creating a fuss over a simple thing in a very <i>cukup-cukup makan</i> restaurant, and I felt ashamed and embarrassed (while promising myself to never eat with him again, outside; like I promised before, over and over again) but yet, I almost did the same thing at another restaurant during my lunch time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, that's not good. From the look of it, I can blame it on their parenting but on another level, really, what should (and can) I do about it? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's the bigger thing.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-74083759858427182292018-02-19T05:57:00.002+08:002018-02-19T05:57:37.032+08:00The Beginning and The End<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not sure why I am back here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />It could be because today is the beginning of my no-social-media life and I had no where to go to anymore. Or maybe it's just because it's the end of a very good person's life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Therefore, I want to seek solace here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Muhaimin's mom died today.<br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The closest experience I had on death was my grandfather whom, to be honest, I wasn't very close to. His death didn't really makes me feel anything. I thought back then, it was because my perception of death was just a simple transition of life from Earth to the Afterlife. It's not something you should be very sad about. Most of them are living happily waiting their big entrance to the Heaven.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But today, I doubt my low key reaction was because of that rational and instead the reason was simply that I didn't know my grandfather very well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Muhaimin's mother? I know her. More than my own grandfather.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I'm feeling this tingles and sorrow hovering over me right now. This is the first time I feel sad of someone's death.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I only know her for a week two or so but yet, it was still a meaningful one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was really close to Muhaimin in the early years, before I even met her, he told me about how his mom annoys him by being overprotective and what not. As if he is being over-watched too much and he doesn't have enough freedom. The typical 'only child' story that I've been hearing a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then, we had stuff going on and I had to live in his house for around two weeks. I was so blessed to meet her in real life. She was an amazing, energetic and caring mother. I saw how they both interacted. Despite whatever he said to me, I doubt that annoyance could ever beat the love and bond they shared. Muhaimin was so childish and helpless with his mother around and his mother? She was so motherly and wasn't shy to show it out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was something so special and big about their relationship. He was her only son and so was she to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They only got each other (sort of). And now her death, leaving him alone (sort of), how in the hell world will he have the strength to do that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wallahi, I can't imagine what Muhaimin must have been through right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am here. The WTees are here. But to compensate? We can never.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we are here. I just hope that he knows that.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-65298683255258571982017-06-01T03:00:00.000+08:002017-06-01T03:00:15.257+08:00What A Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today was a little bit tiring. Even now I'm writing with a poor spirit but I guess, I can't make my blog all about my petty pieces that were published in the newspapers. Life is more than that and today is one of them.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, comes the exam. I didn't study at all yesterday and I have to pack the materials of today's exam in seven hours or less. So after I had my sahoor that was given by Syahmi (my housemate), I read 18 pages of past year questions. Then, I was left with another 75 pages. Just SEVENTY-FIVE. And stupid me decided to take a 15 minutes nap that turned to 3 hours sleep. I woke up at 8.15am and read the other 75 pages of past years during my whole trip to the university, like whaaa. So... Iz.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, after the exam, I told about my frustrations towards today's sahoor incident to Mukhriz. But somehow, he was instead focusing on how I told the story and something about me lying. For me I wasn't lying because it's my way and process of telling a story line. It would be a lie if I didn't tell the whole story but he's too caught up with that because he knows about how much I don't lie and again, I wasn't lying. That hurts a bit. Because when I say I don't lie but people thinks I'm a liar, then what makes me... me?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the evening we were helping Mukhriz to move in with Luqman and Najie. It was tiring but not that it bothers much. Mukhriz did somehow accidentally stepped on my spectacles but I didn't really care about it. First, because I'm the one who didn't put it at a safe place. Second, because I've been planning to change to a new frame after I get back to Malaysia. Seriously, I've been planning that in my mind for couples of time especially during this past month since it was somehow crooked way before that. And yet again, when I said it's okay to Mukhriz and explained that I've already wanted to change new frame anyway, so it's not a huge deal, Mukhriz didn't buy it. He said I was bluffing and only taking care of his feeling. Because he said, it's the second time he stepped on my spec and there's no way, at both time I've already wanted to change my frame before he stepped on them. I'm not sure about the previous time, but I swear to God that I seriously planned to change the frame and only He knows how sad I was when Mukhriz still didn't believe me and offered money to replace it. Offering that money is an act of courtesy and that's him, I'm okay with that. That's why I love my best friends, because they are indeed good men. But not believing what I said, when they know I don't lie and what more if I even swore in the name of God? That's heart breaking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, to end this day, just now we had our iftar. I came late to Mandi Jami'ah. But everything was ordered and I was hoping nothing could go wrong this time because I was hungry and tired, meaning I could just explode at anytime if any shit happened. Let me tell you about Mandi Jami'ah. This is my new favorite Arab's cuisine place. Why? One, they are cheap. Two, I love because they put the ground nuts on top of every rice meal. So, I was expecting my lovely Mandi/Zurbeyan chicken on a plate of rice with nuts on top of it with Coke after a tiring day of fasting. But you know what? Everything went wrong. First, the price for a meal in Ramadan is more expensive. Second, they switched the coke to orange juice of which I hated because I don't like drinks with pulps (and because I want my frickin coke). Third, my best friends ordered Mozbi chicken which I hate but they did ask to change it to Zurbeyan but when the waiter changed it to Zurbeyan, here comes the Fourth, the nuts were left half from the normal quantity. So much for my happy iftar meal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And also there were a little quarrel about today's sahoor incident and Mukhriz was a little overboard I think. But yeah. That's all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't really blame anyone for this. I think, it's just me being oversensitive whenever I'm hungry and tired. So, I'll be like a guy on PMS. So, it's nobody's fault.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But yeah, things happened. It gets better though. Because I used to cry whenever this kind of disarray happens but this time, I'm more calm and quiet. I wasn't raging, depressed or anything. Thank God. And Mukhriz did text just now and said sorry of which I'm so glad he did that even though like I said, I didn't think it was his fault. I was just too oversensitive today. But still, I'm glad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the end, I am so blessed to have these guys as my best friends. They are good men, I'm more than sure and I would bet my soul for them. So, this is not a rant or anything. it's just I want to keep note of what happened today. That's all.<br /><br />That's quite long. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. So, pray for my forensic exam tomorrow and I can't wait to go back to Malaysia the day after!<br /><br />Till then.<br />Toodles.</span></div>
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-2618790736579243062017-05-05T16:26:00.003+08:002017-05-05T16:26:32.028+08:00Gula dan Guli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Salam.<br /><br />Alhamdulillah </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqixo5fIk0zCCzbRWN0-F337FZ-3DmNNKVdMWF30MO1hrN6_XG7HNQV_DxPTuchOYXihmPyVUKX8-ZP3WXUdNYdvRV8ZgyhWtSuosnO_avIoH5Dz-ZSEKe9ORdFDpKwuAywwG-B6POQH_K/s1600/ezgif-1048150129.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Diberikan rezeki berturut-turut untuk tersiar karya dan yang terbaru berjudul "Gula dan Guli".<br />Boleh dapatkan surat khabar SelangorKini Edisi 5 Mei - 12 Mei 2017 untuk membacanya.<br /><br />Atau boleh sahaja baca di pautan <a href="https://selangorkini.my/2017/05/guli-dan-gula/">ini</a> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48O4nYZSm7Mtjvi1JGM9TSTc-_ENxxaZ_B5o9zoFAbErqLjS7v3HmY97zGWYLeDgn6Kq7LD_IKLDhIZKJyrLOevjnF-qgBwH8WXhj-GsEc9dZoeGEOSRaLDBmDbuG1lt8hHrsOpIHg851/s1600/ezgif-1174626298.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Buat pengetahuan, karya-karya yang tersiar di SelangorKini akan dinilai bagi Hadiah Sastera Selangor 2017. Kalau ada rezeki, siapa tahu, kan?<br /><br />Hahah.<br /><br />Apa-apa pun, terima kasih diucapkan kepada Tuan Editor Fazallah Pit kerana memilih karya saya untuk disiarkan.<br /><br />Sebenarnya, jujurlah </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, malu juga tiap-tiap minggu karya tersiar. Tapi itulah, semangat pasca MPR 2017 masih berbaki </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMUP4VI_bgqFKu8WDVYIjmM9hk_LIkX95GxiOrXia35xwrzXJWNheslySsIoqIkt_4H_TJSRTbtZj2FCMbZy7nCYIyO1f0hnqPGuE7EhCWqAFoCpKzrbQV3XE30BoGtCrqsQXJyzUtMN0/s1600/ezgif-1601093018.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Tulisan yang tersiar kebanyakkannya saya tulis dalam tempoh itu cuma terbitnya sehingga ke hari ini. Sampai ditegur orang pula tu sebab bosan asyik nama saya je naik dalam Hebahan Karya Tersiar oleh Cikgu Helmi Ahmad di laman Facebook </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_Ock7GJdI18wmEsH1fZTkCcGePa4Z8fyWnnyRHG4sX0iJlF-tvDOdTrDX6O0qhyphenhyphenD91Xa66gP1q3-V3ncO7PV8tQLBCs6eZEtcvcxrxHlND3wolcHNjEsI6nYwL_pXgzObahk18s-yQrS/s1600/ezgif-738514625.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Sudah... tak tahu nak jawab apa bila orang cakap orang dah bosan dengan kita.<br /><br /> </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKfLDnHEngZD5Uk7NHqtte4b8fv7bR0Vg-4L2WUcGvOr5KxrYga3uBK8M5R-A3X834A4zqZuWoIUaHqzx1iK_BZCZJg1VtJbu3RTuYmrwwRX_-FOBvnA911C3UlQZq_2J1pWu0gOKEYkL/s1600/ezgif-3919767396.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-87374359971626563912017-04-30T14:18:00.000+08:002017-04-30T14:18:16.033+08:00Kisah Anak Beranak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Salam!<br /><br />What a very good morning, </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48O4nYZSm7Mtjvi1JGM9TSTc-_ENxxaZ_B5o9zoFAbErqLjS7v3HmY97zGWYLeDgn6Kq7LD_IKLDhIZKJyrLOevjnF-qgBwH8WXhj-GsEc9dZoeGEOSRaLDBmDbuG1lt8hHrsOpIHg851/s1600/ezgif-1174626298.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> indeed.<br /><br />At last, after lots of trials (eight, to be exact :P), one of my piece managed to be published by Mingguan Malaysia newspaper.<br /><br />Like whaaaa... </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH-Fx1dcNifWj05I2H3VLdrP46SrLtaevvPl0zNWwTzWXewTv0vfVZ9EnT2MiToDSJar3QwsyYnjquprTowNybwigtvj3tAY_l6tVEAUX6IGxrY84mPclqcLR33L8ICsupMvZD3HJfbHxf/s1600/ezgif-209432956.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br />But after rereading the poem, I still think there's a lot to be improved.<br /><br />Anyway, managing to get my poems published for three weeks in a row after going out of Minggu Penulis Remaja 2017 is a good achievement, at least, that's what I think </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_4o4l5pKcTL127lyrtbM7N4Z3FnJWDnefsd0fFmphgZmfb6vVBzZdDZtNBhhFpyid4sz9M1wAq2GX84l08lVpRr4OUNzVsMGIHlkkXEK6EjvNppNlJ0VSNLexRl2vx3Z21MOgmfVnC0B/s1600/ezgif-3620410174.gif" /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.<br /><br />Well, now, my only hope is that I would be consistent and make a better quality poems by time.<br /><br />Lastly, don't forget to get the Mingguan Malaysia today, okay?</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Toodles! </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8Q4CYhrgdyFVPj_f-5m__cfD_oOybduowruoTA5c6nx0AsKTudjxsTlALhFQEebo7LJ_bi5p-LCGVgC0MW7m4ooHpqGJ6kbQ_2J7IpaICOFAfvUCpx4ikTdEjJf27POQRnMeuwFEPkbu/s1600/ezgif-854741316.gif" /></div>
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-26812164968905844202017-04-24T01:38:00.000+08:002017-04-24T01:38:04.114+08:00Meneguk Romantis Pujangga di Lereng Bukit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alhamdulillah.<br /><br />Rezeki sekali lagi apabila puisi berjudul "Meneguk Romantis Pujangga di Lereng Bukit" telah tersiar di dalam Utusan Malaysia pada hari Sabtu, 22 April 2017.<br /><br />Puisi ini ditulis sambil mengenang seorang lelaki Bedouin yang datang kepada saya dan sahabat di Petra, Jordan. Lelaki itu orangnya ria dan murah dengan kata-kata muluk.<br /><br />Aneh.<br /><br />Tetapi, mungkin inilah yang dikatakan orang sebagai "free spirit".<br /><br />Mungkin.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-53633124417394345172017-04-21T07:34:00.003+08:002017-04-24T01:42:17.195+08:00Mengirim Surat Semangat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Well, even so, none of them were published. Maybe because I was too eager and couldn't be patient and thus it seemed to be taking forever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, I was walking with Najie and Mukhriz until I got bored and say, "Guys, pray for me that one of my work get published this week, okay?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And guess what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My first published poem for this year!<br /><br />Alhamdulillah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's called "Mengirim Surat Semangat" and was published by Berita Harian on 16th April 2017. Here's the poem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Funny thing is, for last year, my first poem too was published in April and also by Berita Harian. Well, thanks to the Editor, Mr Nazmi Yaakub for selecting my poems and giving me a chance. At least, now, I can call myself a writer.</span></div>
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-54483244686118982722017-04-08T16:07:00.002+08:002017-04-08T16:13:51.382+08:00Minggu Penulis Remaja (1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soalan ini bertalu-talu ditembak usai saya kembali ke tanah Syam yang semakin garang matarinya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mengingat kembali kenangan hampir dua minggu lalu tidak sukar. Saya mendepani pelbagai cabaran untuk menyertai program ini. Sementelahan keberadaan saya di Jordan sebagai pelajar perubatan tahun lima. Walau bagaimanapun, aturan Tuhan lebih hebat dan bijaksana</span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48O4nYZSm7Mtjvi1JGM9TSTc-_ENxxaZ_B5o9zoFAbErqLjS7v3HmY97zGWYLeDgn6Kq7LD_IKLDhIZKJyrLOevjnF-qgBwH8WXhj-GsEc9dZoeGEOSRaLDBmDbuG1lt8hHrsOpIHg851/s1600/ezgif-1174626298.gif" />.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sejujur-jujurnya, niat saya hanya satu; mendapatkan gelaran sebagai alumni MPR </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_Ock7GJdI18wmEsH1fZTkCcGePa4Z8fyWnnyRHG4sX0iJlF-tvDOdTrDX6O0qhyphenhyphenD91Xa66gP1q3-V3ncO7PV8tQLBCs6eZEtcvcxrxHlND3wolcHNjEsI6nYwL_pXgzObahk18s-yQrS/s1600/ezgif-738514625.gif" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. Ya, saya sertai MPR semata kerana nama. Panggillah saya superfisialis, dan saya akan akui dengan rela. Siapa tidak mahu berada seiring dan sejajar dengan nama-nama hebat alumni ini? Jujurlah </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMUP4VI_bgqFKu8WDVYIjmM9hk_LIkX95GxiOrXia35xwrzXJWNheslySsIoqIkt_4H_TJSRTbtZj2FCMbZy7nCYIyO1f0hnqPGuE7EhCWqAFoCpKzrbQV3XE30BoGtCrqsQXJyzUtMN0/s1600/ezgif-1601093018.gif" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Saya mula terlibat dalam dunia penulisan dengan menghadiri bengkel penulisan kendalian Puan Nisah Haji Haron(1993) dan Kak Salina Ibrahim(1991). Meneruskan pengajian di bumi Jordan, saya bertemu pula Abang Shafiq Said(?) dan sempat berguru dengannya. Abang Haniff Yusoff(2009) dan Kak Ainunl Muaiyanah(2006) pula seringkali berinteraksi dengan saya di media sosial sejak beberapa tahun dahulu. Sebagai ahli aktif Grup Karyawan Luar Negara, saban hari laman Facebook saya dipenuhi pos Abang Fahd Razy(2000). Nah! Mereka inilah yang mewarnai minat saya terhadap dunia penulisan sastera.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Dan hari ini, saya menjadi sebahagian daripada mereka.<br />Apakah ada nikmat yang lebih bahagia dari ini?<br /><br />Di awal mula, saya sedikit tidak senang. Saya membelanjakan lebih RM2000 untuk membeli tiket kapal terbang, ditambah RM200 sebagai yuran penyertaan. Dalam bahasa kasar, saya membeli nama dengan harga RM2200. Dan mungkin sahaja peserta lain adalah dari sekolah menengah entah mana-mana yang sebenarnya tak mengerti pun peri pentingnya program ini! Alangkah ruginya.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kalau yang pasti hebat pun adalah Taufiq Roslan yang saya sendiri beria-ia mengajaknya di Instagram kerana dia adalah kenalan sahabat karib saya di Jordan. Taufiq mempunyai satu kumpulan puisi berjudul "Sahifah Buat Kekasih" keluaran Grup Karyawan Luar Negara yang mana, saya pun masih skeptik dengan kehebatan Taufiq kerana saya tahu, ketika itu GKLN ingin mempromosikan ahlinya untuk berkarya dan menerbitkan buku masing-masing buat kali pertama. Maka, mungkin sahaja karyanya tidak berkualiti dan sekadar cukup-cukup makan tetapi masih dilepaskan dengan menutup sebelah mata.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Astaghfirullah, betapa buruknya prasangka saya. Rata-rata yang saya kenali (lelaki terutamanya) adalah penulis-penulis hebat yang datang daripada pelbagai latar belakang dan bukan calang-calang </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4sT0C-jCP0lbtrMUfnk-ScyekaxyEHLxJQHNC0r3Vwp1cw7VsSqpB2lnF1dBzITjTKMG2WjMrArp_DVOACugKDKBUMNYeqt7IQ-eB6TUBlKYQTQ45FajkgpwE8boce2rntOKvo2juA3o/s1600/ezgif-2686103298.gif" /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Oh ya, saya berkesempatan membaca "Sahifah Buat Kekasih". Ya Tuhan, karya-karya yang berjaya saya baca selintas lalu itu, membuatkan diri ini jadi kerdil </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKfLDnHEngZD5Uk7NHqtte4b8fv7bR0Vg-4L2WUcGvOr5KxrYga3uBK8M5R-A3X834A4zqZuWoIUaHqzx1iK_BZCZJg1VtJbu3RTuYmrwwRX_-FOBvnA911C3UlQZq_2J1pWu0gOKEYkL/s1600/ezgif-3919767396.gif" /><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. GKLN tidak mengeluarkan karya cukup makan, tetapi karya yang memakan hati saya!</span></div>
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-85119533191095371342017-03-28T02:28:00.001+08:002017-04-08T22:26:01.758+08:00In Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's been a while (this has to be the most used phrase in my blog XD)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">BUT...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I'm back again!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yip! yip!<br /><br />*KingCoco style*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anyway, I'm not supposed to be here for too long but...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">can I tell you a secret?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I already told you in the title actually.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yup,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I'm so much in love. Like wha...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hahah. Yes, you read that right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And let me tell you, she is so perfect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She's the kind of person who fits my missing piece.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She's also the one with all of the stuff that I said when someone asked me what kind of girl would I love to have as my girl and to be really damn honest, that's a lot of list and she's all that. Can you believe it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I can't tell you exactly how she's the perfect one but trust me when I say so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Oh man.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How in the heaven, I managed to actually find her, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">God's being so nice to me nowadays.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alhamdulillah ala kulli hal.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-15839189588300553132016-07-14T06:26:00.002+08:002016-07-14T06:26:47.621+08:00Sorrow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am now finding it hard to be happy in life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As far as I go today, I really can't be bothered (or am I?) to the fact that I will have sufficient amount of happiness I used to seek.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am at peace with myself. With what I am predestined to life. I will seek no more. My world, is t</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he world of sorrow, loneliness and emptiness. Yes, these are the recipe to cook my life. And I'm turning black to stupid events, mistakes and problems that never seems to be holding themselves back from serving me what I 'deserve'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And of course it's wrong for me to say that I am now all alone. I do have a few that are with me right now, but yet, based on my experience, they won't last. I am sure of that. It's either them or me. If it's them; they are humans after all, men are made to be mortal. Even though by not dying. And if it's me; either my ego, intro-extroversion, or just my skepticism which has proven to be the clairvoyant of my miserable life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This post is so ambiguous for those who doesn't know me, and I am sorry for that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This post is just for me to blurt out my sense of frustration towards my path of life and to bring calmness to my side. Oh, how I wish for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Good night to all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Till then.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-61495945926977437582016-06-05T19:32:00.002+08:002016-06-05T19:32:38.339+08:00Ramadan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, tomorrow is Ramadan. And the next day is my Pediatrics final exam. Damn.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not prepared well enough. For both of them. Hahah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, it's my second last Ramadan before I finish my studies in Jordan. Yup, just two more years, Godspeed. And l</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ike everyone else, I hope that this Ramadan can build a better me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have a good fasting month and insya-Allah all the barakah will come upon us. Amin.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wish me luck for my exam!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Till then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Toodles!</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-49645872762600819702016-06-03T03:18:00.001+08:002016-06-03T03:18:56.726+08:00Pen Pal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, I am actually supposed to be studying right now but I am procrastinating like usual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I started cleaning out the house and still didn't finish doing it yet because there's tons of shit to be done. I am currently taking a break from my cleaning and ended up in front of the computer browsing my emails. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I accidentally found an email sent by someone from Pen Pal and I just have the time to write back to him now. Well, I do love receiving emails by anyone. I mean, 'anyone' that is real.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I registered a long time ago to some pen pals websites and it seems like profile is still up as this Nandra dude emailed me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Don't know what else to ramble here, meaning I have to go back cleaning the house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Till then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Toodles! </span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-62812575361183231312016-05-22T01:34:00.002+08:002016-05-22T01:34:34.772+08:00Overdose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know but I think I wanna a getaway by overdosing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will try.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If thing works out, goodbye till then.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wish me a happy life.</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-71235416107254289512016-05-16T08:31:00.004+08:002016-05-16T08:31:44.237+08:00Avoidance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm on my study week right now. Hahah.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's gonna be a whole month of exams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so doomed cause I didn't study much because I do not have any drive at all to study.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's like what happened every past years. Zzz.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I ended up doing a lot of stuff for the past days just to avoid studying like, entering a Jordan Poetry Slam and winning it (this is like around 10 days ago), baked a lot of stuff to be sold but most of them went into my fat stomach, played frickin a lot of Dota 2 as if I'm going to be a professional player and so much more like sleeping and sleeping.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah, that sums up my life right now pretty much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, since I was bored too much just now, I chose to open up my Habbo account back, just to see what's the update.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh my, there's so much changes already. But damn, the feels of looking at that game got me all teary and breaking down inside. There's so much memories of my teenage years in that game. Damn those feels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, till then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Toodles!</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-28934451867875762642016-04-20T21:46:00.001+08:002016-04-20T21:46:10.163+08:00Goodbye<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The exact moment when you talked about how I would be ending our friendship after this talk, I don't know what else to do other than to do so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am the worst person.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone knows that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who doesn't?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it's a must for me to end this friendship. I have to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I'm not prepared.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I wish you would say no.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But you didn't. Not for this time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How it breaks my heart this time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I feel my heart skips a beat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I am left with nothingness in me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess, it's really the end, huh?</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-72391019398814866592016-03-25T02:55:00.000+08:002016-03-25T02:55:17.420+08:00Shorty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just a little update on my life since I was supposed to actually update it every week but yeah, human. We are too preoccupied with nothing. Nada. Wa la ishi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, I've just finished my second rotation (surgery) a week ago, and just had my first week in third and also last rotation this year; internal medicine. The results for my mini osce and oral exam turned out to be great. Better than what I expected with the examination itself. Well, God certainly is the one to be thanked for because I am very certain that it went somehow disastrous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Regardless, my study is getting better and of course I wish that the momentum will stay that way. Other than that, actually there's too much to be told but I really can't find a single stuff that can be told plus Najie is actually pushing me now to finish my writing because we're gonna watch a movie, the three of us, with Mukhriz, so, err.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Till then XD</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I mean, the reason why I am friending a person is to have mutual happiness. That's why I can't seems to find a stable friendship as the story unfolds. The happiness just vanish. Sometimes it's me, or I rather say most of the time but I have a reason for everything that I do. I may be quite narcissist but one thing for sure I know is that I am a nice person. I don't do bad just for the sake of satisfaction or jealousy. So that's how I know that I am the good guy in this story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As things get worse, I am getting more lonely. I felt as if I have nobody. No one that wanna be or I want to be by my side. Things are not falling in place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I've been wanting to write happy or fun post in my blog but it's as if world just doesn't allow that. If and only if, right?</span><br />
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FaizNazimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06188384315936293092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894190580157600250.post-76889130161655581842016-01-09T03:59:00.000+08:002016-01-09T04:01:09.888+08:00The New Chapitre<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been a while since New Year but I guess it's not too late for me to say, "Happy New Year" dear readers (who might not be any) Hahah.<br /><br />Regardless,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think it's best for me to comment on the passing year. 2015 was full of colors. I mean, there's a lot of stuff happened.<br /><br />I lived alone for a year and sold my cats to settle out my depression problem, having to repeat my exam to pass my third year (as I always did) of medical school and getting to know with a lot of new cliques. Not bad, not bad...<br /><br />I also spent a lot of times with orator related activities such as being the Chairman of Irbid's Orator Club, involved in debates and poetry readings. Plus writing oriented activities, by being one of the committee member for Irbid's Writing Club (KPI) and I wrote few more published poems (not as much as I used to) and I should take note of this because I want writing to be one of a must.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Other than that, I take pride on how I chose my friends. I mean, I don't usually get to know a lot of people unless they are gonna be a good friend of mine. And somehow I did succeed in finding few more cliques for me to hang out with and depend to. Although, unfortunately I also unfriended few of them due to some disputes and most of them are my faults but I deemed necessary for those 'close' friendships to end for greater good (on their side of course).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, things are supposed to get better this year.<br /><br />There are few things that I must put as my priority this year and I have to be more systematic and productive to make sure I excel. These are things that I must focus and put on top of my list:<br /><br />1. Study</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Clinical year is not going to be easy. Passing the year and getting mark just on the fence aren't helping me. I have to study everyday and make sure I'm aware of how important it is for me to be more enthusiastic in learning medics. It's not boring thus I'm just hoping for my laziness to stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Writing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanna do it so much but I'm a little bit losing my passion so I need to gain it back. The problem with my writing is because I believe I've stopped reading for years. So, I need to read more to write more. They come in a package. But yeah, writing is a must. It's one of the thing that I wanna live with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. NGO</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should not set aside NGOs. Though I'm not interested so much to find anything outside my circle, I still have certain NGOs that I can contribute to, eg: Ikram and MYMT. I have just to organize my life well enough to fit these.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. Relationships</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First of all, I need to conquer and be so good at all of what I said before. Greatly. And at the same time enjoy my time with my friends and acquaintances. I'm somewhat on a mission to prove to people that being successful is not by shutting your socials. Because I have problem with people who chose to be successful by ignoring their loved ones. This is not what it should be. It just doesn't make sense. You are being successful not just for you but also for others. But by trying to earn your success, if you have to desert others, what is the purpose then? So, despite everything, learn to balance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I guess balance is the key for all of these. I've also got a lot of other stuff to insert in my New Year's resolutions such as keeping myself fit, managing my expenses, to bake a lot more and also to get a Scottish Fold but for now, those four are the main things I should look at and try to achieve.<br /><br />And again, it's all about balance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, as cliche as it may sound,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2016, please be nice to me okay? Love you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's funny how a friendship can start.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Truly, my friendship with him was funny from the very beginning. It's not that it's laughable or what, it's just God's works in a peculiar way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was there with him in Yamani, talking about my faith's issues. About why God did this and why God did that. Whether God is real or is just a simple made up by those who seeks to believe there are more than just this world, that life has a purpose. Yeah, those are all the questions that once played in my mind, few years back then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, somehow, I spoke about how I like hanging out with him which at that time I categorized him as a 'professional friend' whom I'll meet and talk about stuff that others won't such as philosophy (the easy one) and books and some other small petty but nonetheless unique or bizarre for others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He got upset with that statement. And we ended up having a pillow talk few days apart which strengthen our bond. Yes we did. We've had a series of them. And every single time we were having pillow talk, I'll get comfier with this guy. He shared stuff that makes me know him in a way that others won't. That trust, it's sort of a marker that we are more than just a normal friend. We are a good friend instead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isn't it funny how our friendship started?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What's also funny is about how it seems to come to an end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like just now. The reason why I'm typing this tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our WTees gathering didn't kicked off with a good start. It's him being him. Despite having a functioning damn telephone, for whatever reason, he didn't brought it, which comes to no surprise. But he was late for half an hour and we (who were waiting) were restless thinking of the possibilities that he might be in other place instead. In fact, we found him, right before we were about to left the place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's one. It's not about him being tardy but it's because the trouble that he caused by not having a way to be contacted at the time he's late by goddamn half an hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next, we went to the restaurant. We talked and talked. Time's almost done as we made a pact to end it by 10.30pm. However, during our talks, somehow, those God's talk about whether why God did this and not that, surfaced up. I hate that talk. I'm over it. Not sure either it's because for me it's a never ending question and non beneficial, or I'm pretty sure I'll never get satisfied with any answer or maybe, because it reminds me of those suicidal period I had few years ago. And if you are on the same track, it's most probably the third one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I went on browsing and scrolling my phone and actually looking at nothing that I pay attention to just trying to leave my mind unfocused of what they were discussing and suddenly BAM! Words came out of his mouth like a sword.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I am sad at you right now"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those are very straight forward and blunt but nope, those words were as sharp as it can be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I replied with anger in my heart, "I am sad at you for the reason you're not on time on the very beginning." I said that as it's already 10.30pm and we should ended the gathering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No. To be honest, I didn't care about the gathering should end at 10.30pm. We always do that; end things late. But it's because his words hurts me. Simple yet enough. I know at that moment, our friendship will come to it's end because I've saw it. I've seen how friendship breaks because of fights and at last, both gets too tired to continue fighting and choose to stop trying. Yeah, that was me at that moment, I'm feeling as if I was hurt badly and I don't want to try saving a friendship that I deemed will shatter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the fault wasn't all his.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As everyone quiet down after that, things reflected. I see clearer of what I am.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has always been me. The one in the WTees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The black sheep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The depressed and suicidal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The harsh and rough words-guy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stupid and arrogant.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the list goes on and on and on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I wonder, should I stay, or go away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I woke up this morning feeling dull. The nature seems to agree as the sun wasn't as bright as it used to and the wind that escaped from nets of the window is just there trying to swipe the sorrow-- I, am uncertain of its success.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday was a chaos. Full of things, not good, yes, but never empty. There was drama, anger and joy, deep thinking and re-bonding; all in one night. There was a story of a best friend who are too confused and obscure between line of avoiding himself from being hurt and hurting someone else. There was also a story of how one's love can somehow poisons himself with too much jealousy. And then, there was another story of how even the best man can do damage with what he knows and still, not realizing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But that's all another people's stories. What about mine? I was sinking in my own thoughts of what and why. What happened with him? What's wrong? What was that all about? Why do you do this? Why is this happening? Why God, why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't really like to think much of this. It's too complex to be understood-- I acknowledge that. What I decided to hold onto, was just karma doing it's job (to me) with mistakes (by others) being the front line. And who am I to judge people or be mad at someone who apologizes after doing something wrong? I make mistakes all the time. We are just human. Yes, I demanded those apologies, cause they did something wrong but only for the reason I don't want this valuable friendships to be the victims.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the night didn't end rogue. It's something that I'm thankful for.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But karma is still bored.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Therefore I woke up this morning; dull and sorrow-- to the dreams of a betrayal from a very good friend with the girl that I once fell for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's just a dream.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A dream that I can't get over with.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not of the betrayal cause it's just a dream, even if it's real, still not a betrayal,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>- Eh makcik tua rambut besar tak sedar-sedar suara macam katak puru, ada hati nak nyanyi.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">- <i>Ya Allah, comelnya Tun. Coolnya.</i><br /><br />FRU sprays water on the Reds</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">-<i> Babeng punya racist. Berani lawan penguatkuasa. </i><br />FRU sprays water on the Yellows </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>- Penguatkuasa jadi boneka kerajaan.</i><br />....................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />I'm pro-government. Those who know me well, it's obvious.<br /><br />Not that I support wholeheartedly but I guess since the very beginning, I like to go against the thinking of people in my circle unless they can point out solid reasons that makes me be like "yeah, this shit is so fucked up".<br /><br />The reason why I do this is, because I now see the government as the minority (in social medias, and my surrounding). And I, who always place myself among the underdog, the minority, the outcast; somehow feels empathy.<br /><br />Yes, a lot of stupidity were shown to us. And I agree to that, but what I'm disagreeing with is our blindness. <br /><br />The problem with too much hate is our judgment tends to be blurry on the opponent (biased) without realizing.<br /><br />I just wish people can see both sides of coin and be moderate with whoever we support.<br /><br />Be watchful.<br />Be kind with your words.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"What if I don't pass?" I asked to him. I was anxious. Don't get me wrong. That question plays a lot in my mind. It's just that I rarely say it out loud. That what makes me nervous.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I don't know," he answered. Sincerely.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know what I expected. Somehow, the answer suffice. Cause one thing for sure, I don't need false hope. All those bullshit of "things will still be good" and "you gonna do fine" will make me hurt more. Cause I know that things wouldn't still be good and I'm not gonna be fine.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Failing the year is not gonna make everything stay the way they are. Everything will change. The disappointment of my parents. Slowly changing cliques (cause they are gonna be occupied with clinical years and it's not even their fault!). Having to pay more for the study loan and above all; my pride and dignity. I will be just another medical student who failed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The one that people will talk about like I'm a study case to be discussed. They'll talk about my history, they try to search for the most 'definite' diagnosis and they'll try to treat me. I'll be a patient. A patient of my own disease. A stupid patient.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I don't want that. At all. God forbid.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As night passes by, Ameer was asleep and Kama's at the living room studying, now I'm free. Free to cry.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next thing I know, I was below the desk with my hands wrapping my body as if I'm about to take a lumbar puncture. And it feels like I did. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I burst painfully in my heart.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've never cried so much for a very long time. It hurts so much. I can't hold it anymore.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not knowing.</span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I've had rather an interesting week.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I can't say much about it in public. But that interesting period already came to its end. And now I have to succumb to this normal, boring week or life that I deserve. Maybe it's for the best.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With Najie's at Doha, Abood in Amman, I/m kinda being left to be alone. There's no more company to lunch or dinners or even cards play, and yeah, that's all over for now.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just have to keep my mind focus for the upcoming exams. This is after all maybe the last time I see the good side of the world. Got to keep my chin up and enjoy as long as it lasts.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I'm going to buy some take away. Fml.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="fullpost"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tschuss! </span></span></span><br />
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