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Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Of wonderful days and celebration..



The beautiful month of Ramadhan has passed. It truly has been a blessing from Allah for giving us the opportunity to go through the fasting month again this year. May He give us the chance to see another Ramadhan next year and the years after.

It is a time of mourning and celebration all at once. We mourn the passing of Ramadhan, yet we welcome the coming of Syawal. It is in such time that we must learn to seek forgiveness for all our wrongdoings and to forgive and forget. And so I wish to all my fellow Muslims across this place we call Earth; Salam Eid Mubarak. May we be blessed by Allah Subhanahu Wa Taala.




Oh..and Salam Merdeka to my fellow Malaysians. It has been 54 years since our forefathers fought for our independence. Let us do justice to their sacrifice and appreciate the freedom that we have. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!



Friday, 19 August 2011

Monday, 15 August 2011

Can someone please draw me?


They say silence is golden..



I now realize that some things are better left unsaid. It's probably time that I keep it all to myself. I shall bid my time and wait for the opportune moment. Or maybe I should just leave it as it is. With that I would regress back into someone who I was before. A recluse. Secluded. Isolated.

But then again, did I ever change? Or am I even that in the first place? All I know is that sometimes it's better to wait. It's better to let it work out by itself. I wish that I can believe this. I wish that it's like in the novels where there are time skips and characters have progressed to another state.

Alas we are not characters in a novel. We are characters in our own lives. And we have to endure every second of it whether we like it or not.

I shall learn to be more discreet. I shall learn to be more relevant and practical. Maybe I should discard my expressive nature. I should guard my opinions and hide them well. After all, does it even matter?


Sunday, 14 August 2011

2cents from a friend..




Perhaps it was in the method that the flaw was apparent. Maybe it was the delivery. But who knows? It could be that the whole thing is just wrong by itself.

Friends are hard to come by these days. Let alone true and honest ones. I would prefer companions who know where my faults are and tell me about them; even if it pains me to hear about it.

Sure initial reaction may be one of surprise which can possibly become contempt later on because honestly, it is never easy to hear anything bad about ourselves especially in terms of behaviour let alone personality. Our actions and our thoughts are remnants of our past experience. Life is learning. And life can be very hard. It is not impossible that we absorb the negativity in life that it becomes a part of us. It shapes us into who we are. It makes us think, behave and act the way we do now. And it never is easy to hear that all of this which we hold as our universal truth; as that which defines us are all wrong in the first place. But who else can we hope to here it from?



I have been told that a true friend should always be there for them. In both times of joy and of dire need. I was taught that we can tell them that they have made a mistake or that they have been doing it the wrong way. But alas, even this is not easy to uphold.

I gave you my opinion. I shared with you my thoughts and what I felt. I am sorry that you do not accept it. I am sorry that it seemed harsh to you.


I know that I am the least person to tell you of your faults. Since even I cannot easily accept it when you point out mine. But that was it. I had to tell you. I feel that I should remind you. I believe it is my duty. I believe it is right. Or maybe I am wrong.


It is all a matter of opinions. There is only one truth which you and I are all oblivious to. We cannot judge each other just as how we cannot judge ourselves. It may not be the truth. It may not be what is best for us. All we can do is pray.


I pray that I will always be a true friend to you. One that is loyal and caring. One that will be there when you need me even if you do not want me there.

Honestly, it is never easy to be a friend. The burden is heavy. It takes a toll on our hearts. But such a price is worth paying. For the bond and love that we share outweighs them all any day.


I love my best friend. Thank you for always being there for me. : )


Saturday, 6 August 2011

Days to come...



I hope the parts that I love and adore will stay the same. And if it doesn't, at least I hope that I'll be able to recognize them. Will it be drastic or will it be subtle? Either way, I still hope the same.