Assalamualaikum.
Berkirakira untuk memakai pemerah bibir sejak ditegur
Seorang hamba Allah tanpa disangka.
'Weh, aku nak tanya sikit boleh tak?
Kenapa bibir kau pucat eh?'
Aku hanya memandang aneh.
Pertanyaan berinti apakah itu?
Benarbenar terganggu dengan raut yang tidak berona
Atau sekadar menjalankan tugas seorang handai; mengambil berat
Mujur aku sentiasa meninjau berkalikali setiap situasi
Andaikan aku beranggap yang dia bernada ofensif
Kemudian aku bersifat defensif-ofensif
Akhirnya kita menjadi jauh nanti
Haih
Biarkanlah aku begini
Sekadar pergi lalu kembali seminit dua
Apa perlu berdandan segala
Nanti kalau melebihlebih muka kau juga lagi yang datang menyapa
Biarkanlah aku begini
Bersyukur aku apa adanya
Bahagia aku bukan kau dapat rasa
Pandang sahaja dari jauh
Diamdiam kau disana
p/s: took me a while to compose this. haha bleh it is not a song at all. if it is it will be a crappy rubbish one. but those people who knew me would agree with this person that i look pale for like, forever. especially my lips. and i don't even know why. but there is still a slight difference if i am sick or healthy, portrayed on my face. and people always worried that i would pass out any minute when doing vigorous activities together.
so i decided to embrace myself as i am, and not wearing any lipstick or coloured balm to anywhere. Plus, my lips can't even stand wearing a lipstick for few minutes because then i will have to go through the aggravating stage of chapped and dried lips, and have to refrain from eating anything because my lips will become much worst (because i really have sensitive lips and i actually have a lot of things that i cannot eat but i just don't care), and after that the coming-off-skin phase, where i will have to pull out those dead skin and i have to have extreme care because if i don't, then i'll end up with my lips bleeding and have to live with scarab lips for weeks. there, the story of my lips people. it is only a part of it really, i swear if given a chance, i can make a book out of my lip's story. but who the hell is going to read it haha
with all that is said, [don't take serious about what other people say to you?] will be my kind of saying for this post, maybe. but hey if it is a good one then take it, if you can't take it then ignore it. so in my case i was kinda offended so i vent about it in my blog. haha just be grateful that even though i have this love-hate relationship with my own, it is a part of me and we have been working well together for as long as i can remember and will forever be a part of me so Alhamdulillah :) (apeniceritapasalbodypartsmacamafriendhaha)
but i am really in dire need to read malay scholarly article. i almost run out of words coming up with this one.
Wednesday
Sunday
Searching for the right answer.
Assalamualaikum.
What measures success?
From what I think, the meaning of success itself differs to every person, in accordance to their
a) passion
b) expertise
c) purposes
and many more. Depends on the person themselves.
So there might be this A who have been married to their better half for 35 years and still going strong with them, and feels that that is a success. In marriage life.
And there might be this B who have discovered a new approach in fighting fatal diseases and feel very pleased with the achievement.
Or this C who won the most prestigious reward in C's field of work and rated it as the highlight of C's life.
While this D feels grateful of waking up from a near death experience, having another chance to.. if not making everything right then, a chance to make a better life, and if Allah wills, continuously being better and better, from here to hereafter.
Like I said, it depends.
And only you yourself can define your own success.
Because you wore your own shoes and you walk on your own chosen path.
No matter if you end up in a wide clearing or found an exotic circus,
it is all you.
Therefore, before I end this, let me rephrase the question.
What measures YOUR success?
What measures success?
From what I think, the meaning of success itself differs to every person, in accordance to their
a) passion
b) expertise
c) purposes
and many more. Depends on the person themselves.
So there might be this A who have been married to their better half for 35 years and still going strong with them, and feels that that is a success. In marriage life.
And there might be this B who have discovered a new approach in fighting fatal diseases and feel very pleased with the achievement.
Or this C who won the most prestigious reward in C's field of work and rated it as the highlight of C's life.
While this D feels grateful of waking up from a near death experience, having another chance to.. if not making everything right then, a chance to make a better life, and if Allah wills, continuously being better and better, from here to hereafter.
Like I said, it depends.
And only you yourself can define your own success.
Because you wore your own shoes and you walk on your own chosen path.
No matter if you end up in a wide clearing or found an exotic circus,
it is all you.
Therefore, before I end this, let me rephrase the question.
What measures YOUR success?
Friday
Emancipate.
Assalamualaikum.
Wondering when can I sing this song on karaoke.
Have waited for more than a year, and all this time this has been my sing along song during all the endless road trips. (Because you'll hate the roads when you're missing home)
I guess I should learn the guitar chords of this song and play it alone to my heart's content.
Hope you'll enjoy it too.
It's easy to fall in love
But it's so hard to break somebody's heart
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Once lust has turned to dust and all that's left held breath
Forgotten who we first met
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface tension's gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
No blood will spill if we both get out now
Still, it's hard to put the fire out
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Feelings are shifting like the tide
And I think too much about the future
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface's tension gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Wondering when can I sing this song on karaoke.
Have waited for more than a year, and all this time this has been my sing along song during all the endless road trips. (Because you'll hate the roads when you're missing home)
I guess I should learn the guitar chords of this song and play it alone to my heart's content.
Hope you'll enjoy it too.
It's easy to fall in love
But it's so hard to break somebody's heart
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Once lust has turned to dust and all that's left held breath
Forgotten who we first met
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface tension's gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Still, it's hard to put the fire out
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Feelings are shifting like the tide
And I think too much about the future
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
We both know it's coming
Does illusion count for something we hide?
The surface's tension gotta break, one drop is all it takes to flood out this lie
You and I,
We have to let each other go
We keep holding on but we both know
What seemed like a good idea has turned into a battlefield
Peace will come when one of us puts down the gun
Be strong for both of us
No please, don't run, don't run!
Eye to eye, we face our fears unarmed on the battlefield
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
We seemed like a good idea
Monday
The 美味しい Rojak
Assalamualaikum.
(this will be a venting post so it will be a mixed up language of malay and english. and maybe a little bit of japanese.) Hence, the title.
So barubaru ini dunia digemparkan dengan kejadian yang berlaku di Paris, di mana 127 orang terbunuh manakala berpuluh yang lagi cedera (oh my this is so news mode I can't even...)(I apologized if the numbers are wrong) akibat letupan yang diakui didalangi oleh IS, but then ada this syrian passport out of nowhere that confused the crowd even more. So this will obviously make the (aware) people to actually inclined this tragedy being one of the works of
a. the 最初に (baca:yang terawal) to claim that the act was theirs - IS
b. the people who wanted to blame some other people/country/group
c. the people who just want to watch the world burn
and i can list out a few more but you already got the idea, kan?
Apa aku nak habaq sebenaqnya?
Nih, actually aku quite bengang gak la dengan beberapa manusia yang bersikap prejudice towards people around them lebihlebih lagi the social media punya sites.
So in the event of the attack, facebook had made this interesting thing to do with our profile pic where it kinda obscure? but not too much? like layered our pic with the flag of Perancis. And I agreed to layer my pic. After that I scrolled summore lah.
Pap!Terbaca lah puakpuak radikal yang kata
At first I was a bit taken aback. Ai? Salahkah apa aku sudah bikin?
It was like, they sesuka hati labeled us as those yang takdak kisah pasai negara len tapi bab2 tempat feymes yang dapat 世界の (baca:the world punya) attention ni terus nak sibuk2.
Tepuk dahi tanya selera nak makan apa satgi. Huh?
tuptup selera ajak makan 辛口キムチチゲ kat gusto. burp.
What is wrong with us people?
It is not about not being care about the other places who have suffered more than this tragedy in France, but it is the fact that Paris is world-widely known to be a peaceful place and then suddenly had this shocking event to take place. I mean, kalau tetiba this forgotten corner of your room suddenly turns black, wouldn't you be interested in knowing what is going on there? (bad example, I admit)(follow it for the plot)
There was like, these types of people;
a) support the cause
b) against the cause
c) supporting or not is too mainstream, better to just shut up, eat popcorn and sit between a) and b) and watch the ball being pass over and over and over.
The sad part is, for the past few days, isu freedom of speech selalu dipolemikkan di arena perdebatan tidak kira di dewan majistret terkemuka ataupun medan selera haji shah. But then all this so-called keyboard warriors (me as well) are those who always criticized someone else's speech i.e views upon an occasion, and end up degrading each other which will lead to the destruction of a hopefully perpaduan society.
Anyway, to point out the positive outcome from this social warfare, it is the fact that it made me realized that there are so many people who I thought did not care much about what is actually happening especially in the countries of our brothers and sisters; is that they DO care. Immensely. And for knowing that fact enough had made me feel butterflies inside my tummeyh. :) It is not just a perjuangan among a bunch of us only but more than that. And I am glad that this simple gesture of mine had sparked those hidden kindle somewhere deep down in their hearts and made them more passionate about the lives of the people in syria,palestin,nigeria,rohingya, and more. May we will always be care towards each other, and may the love could spread all across the world!
If I want to merangkumi all the countries that are being oppressed by this cruel world, my profile pic would end up in black because there are so many colors tinted upon each other. Too many.
Tapi kan, all of us should learn how to tegur seseorang dengan cara yang paling berhemah. Pasai pa?
他人の心を傷つけないように。。。(baca:as not to hurt other person's feelings...) maybe try to use a softer language and try to avoid harsh words. Might be that different kind of persons have different kinds of approach so you better be careful in sharing/writing/composing your thoughts. Deshou? Wallahualam.
(this will be a venting post so it will be a mixed up language of malay and english. and maybe a little bit of japanese.) Hence, the title.
So barubaru ini dunia digemparkan dengan kejadian yang berlaku di Paris, di mana 127 orang terbunuh manakala berpuluh yang lagi cedera (oh my this is so news mode I can't even...)(I apologized if the numbers are wrong) akibat letupan yang diakui didalangi oleh IS, but then ada this syrian passport out of nowhere that confused the crowd even more. So this will obviously make the (aware) people to actually inclined this tragedy being one of the works of
a. the 最初に (baca:yang terawal) to claim that the act was theirs - IS
b. the people who wanted to blame some other people/country/group
c. the people who just want to watch the world burn
and i can list out a few more but you already got the idea, kan?
Apa aku nak habaq sebenaqnya?
So in the event of the attack, facebook had made this interesting thing to do with our profile pic where it kinda obscure? but not too much? like layered our pic with the flag of Perancis. And I agreed to layer my pic. After that I scrolled summore lah.
Pap!Terbaca lah puakpuak radikal yang kata
[takmau la tunjuk simpati kat Paris nun, padahal bukan sana saja yang terluka, malah seluruh dunia juga tetapi sebab nun di sana tu bandar feymes tahap mak datuk punya pasai la dapat liputan meluas.]Maciammaciam nok.
At first I was a bit taken aback. Ai? Salahkah apa aku sudah bikin?
It was like, they sesuka hati labeled us as those yang takdak kisah pasai negara len tapi bab2 tempat feymes yang dapat 世界の (baca:the world punya) attention ni terus nak sibuk2.
What is wrong with us people?
It is not about not being care about the other places who have suffered more than this tragedy in France, but it is the fact that Paris is world-widely known to be a peaceful place and then suddenly had this shocking event to take place. I mean, kalau tetiba this forgotten corner of your room suddenly turns black, wouldn't you be interested in knowing what is going on there? (bad example, I admit)(follow it for the plot)
There was like, these types of people;
a) support the cause
b) against the cause
c) supporting or not is too mainstream, better to just shut up, eat popcorn and sit between a) and b) and watch the ball being pass over and over and over.
The sad part is, for the past few days, isu freedom of speech selalu dipolemikkan di arena perdebatan tidak kira di dewan majistret terkemuka ataupun medan selera haji shah. But then all this so-called keyboard warriors (me as well) are those who always criticized someone else's speech i.e views upon an occasion, and end up degrading each other which will lead to the destruction of a hopefully perpaduan society.
Anyway, to point out the positive outcome from this social warfare, it is the fact that it made me realized that there are so many people who I thought did not care much about what is actually happening especially in the countries of our brothers and sisters; is that they DO care. Immensely. And for knowing that fact enough had made me feel butterflies inside my tummeyh. :) It is not just a perjuangan among a bunch of us only but more than that. And I am glad that this simple gesture of mine had sparked those hidden kindle somewhere deep down in their hearts and made them more passionate about the lives of the people in syria,palestin,nigeria,rohingya, and more. May we will always be care towards each other, and may the love could spread all across the world!
If I want to merangkumi all the countries that are being oppressed by this cruel world, my profile pic would end up in black because there are so many colors tinted upon each other. Too many.
Tapi kan, all of us should learn how to tegur seseorang dengan cara yang paling berhemah. Pasai pa?
他人の心を傷つけないように。。。(baca:as not to hurt other person's feelings...) maybe try to use a softer language and try to avoid harsh words. Might be that different kind of persons have different kinds of approach so you better be careful in sharing/writing/composing your thoughts. Deshou? Wallahualam.
حَبْلٌ مِّنَ اللهِ حَبْلٌ مِّنَ النَّاسِp/s: sedapnya rojak T.T
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