tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52116899728662939222024-03-13T09:19:57.729+08:00Mumu's Territorymumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-16186300791800438322024-01-27T03:10:00.001+08:002024-01-27T03:10:59.089+08:00Hidden hobby lol<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Assalamualaikum and hi. </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Okay let’s get straight to the point. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back then when we have that biodata thingy on magazine slot for people who want to have a pen pal, I always questioned those who make writing as their hobby cause like??? How can u like to write?? Penat kot kat sekolah dah tulis karangan 10 baris 7 perenggan???</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Miss gurl. Little did I know…</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I grow older, I realized that I, myself,,,</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">LOVE to write.</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Aku sejenis yang benda kecik pun nak tulis weh, faham tak? </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tulis kat sticky notes. Groceries list. Diari. Surat. Study notes. Label. Reminder. Quotes. </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes tak perasan pun. Orang yang tegur.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Walaupun kadang-kadang orang tak baca sebab mungkin bagi diorang it’s just a piece of paper, but I still do it because I want it. I love to do it. Cuma kalau org dah kata tak suka takdela kita nak sogok lagi benda tu kat dia haha simpan sendiri jela. </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mungkin kalau writing can be a love language, then it’s mine lah. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh and, I think I’ll sound more intelligent in writing than when I’m talking (lol obviously mu kau bukak mulut pun empat kali setahun). </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok pasni kalau ada orang mintak biodata, bolehlah proudly letak ‘menulis’ kat ruangan hobi. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22.2px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">p/s: dan untuk kesekian kalinya, ini jugak antara sebab kenapa blog ni masih wujud ya. Tettt</span></i></span></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-74616635080010528642023-10-20T00:42:00.000+08:002023-10-20T00:42:22.901+08:00sin nun dal wau versi dewasa<p> Assalamualaikum, hai.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sekarang dah pukul 0025. Sudah masuk waktu sendu seantero Malaysia.</p><p>Tapi yang ni versi dewasa. Versi kehidupan.</p><p><br /></p><p>Firstly, disclaimer: aku tak dengki dengan sesiapa pun. Sumpah. Instead I am proud of eeeeeveryone.</p><p><br /></p><p>Okay camni. Kita dah 27. Selain pasal jodoh, ada benda yang lagi penting iaitu kehidupan. At this age, kita boleh nampak haluan kita semua dah lain, macam-macam achievement dah orang sekeliling ada.</p><p>Aku? Apa aku ada?</p><p>Ok sure, aku boleh je list things yang can be labelled as 'achievement'. Tapi deep down aku rasa tak cukup. Tak cukup yang buat aku rasa, apa kau buat ni mu? 27 tahun hidup, ni je? Idk if it's ok to feel like this. Sounded ungrateful kan. Entahlah bukannya aku tak bersyukur. Tapi insecurities ni boleh datang bila-bila je dia nak. I can be ok the whole day but not ok in just a blink of eye. All the post on ig stories (mainly)((esp on cf)) was me trying to be sane. I would talk and talk like it's not me. All the angy posts was me trying to cool down bcs if i dont let it out I'm afraid it will eat me.</p><p>Entahlah weh. Entahlah. Aku type ni pun sebab aku nak cakap cakap je. </p><p>Aku segan sebenarnya kalau keluar hangout cerita tanya update. Sebab idk what to tell. It's just the same boring things. Tapi at the same time faham je orang tanya mungkin nak buat topik. Nak being nice. Aku je masalahnya. </p><div style="text-align: left;">Again. Entahlah. Apa aku ada? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Aku ada blog. Orang lain semua dah takda. Kahkah<br /></div><p> </p><p>Semoga yang baik-baik untuk kita semua lah eh. Bubuiii <br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-19560129780356452092023-05-27T01:30:00.001+08:002023-05-27T01:30:34.855+08:00Another quick meet up lol<p style="text-align: left;"><b> 20.5.2023</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Assalamualaikum.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Finally, after years of planning to meet (yang tak jadi jadi sebab dua dua young dumb and broke....) I met the baker and forgetful Tehah!! Hahahaha excited nak jumpa jugak kat Kelantan walaupun sekejapppp je. Last jumpa time konvo?? And that was five years ago. Selama lima tahun jugak macam macam dah jadi. And mostly tema nya adalah adulting :')</p><p style="text-align: left;">I'm soooo happy and relieved to finally meet and rant things to Tehah face to face. And to hear Tehah's stories too. Aww tehah dah jadi pemalu dah... macam aku.... Hahahaha :'D Thank you Tehah sudi pickup kat homestay and belanja mekdi jugak. Dulu dulu kita pun selalu lepak makan mekdi kan time study. Tiap Jumaat lepas kelas mesti pergi mekdi sebab time tu orang lelaki tak ramai, best sikit jenjalan hahaha. Tiber sekarang kita dah dewasa. Mekdi pun dah tukar kaunter layan diri je sekarang. Hahaha punya lah nak cakap how time flies kan</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZbKdmHV8b8FzbxmiNtG8Erw5AJmR6AMPo3DMJvkiz9dZFVAmFcRFeK1jcogdP52ebbikHyvfQuB4D71NJiKWkGlFStgpLO2nCJU0PbDE3kYFGiRVHkeaPHmW1Te84PaIShh8-I1rfUXxwmzX5yDpNb1YrWGQbm9F1CC4W5ezKpzNPUI46Xr6Vfllxg/s1500/8060CE65-B18B-4769-A719-E44286F45905.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZbKdmHV8b8FzbxmiNtG8Erw5AJmR6AMPo3DMJvkiz9dZFVAmFcRFeK1jcogdP52ebbikHyvfQuB4D71NJiKWkGlFStgpLO2nCJU0PbDE3kYFGiRVHkeaPHmW1Te84PaIShh8-I1rfUXxwmzX5yDpNb1YrWGQbm9F1CC4W5ezKpzNPUI46Xr6Vfllxg/s1500/8060CE65-B18B-4769-A719-E44286F45905.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5zvY-YzSzJBTZDLri1REOUMe2ml7d3wgPN2sJlaTfe8UexhaGk0j12aW7RsWUgya4g-884uoTEUfMjtDt_NzvROIALuR7_aJwNJdStFIkJtrhyg20_fyDd8ZIuPl1rlw-ZKNJeZEFtgb_QUH9AyXIGaH8Cml4lA4rdAk8HMU8xGWVrrPRAAlErMC0w/s3999/A0ED012A-BE26-4B97-8481-405EF98F2125.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3999" data-original-width="3000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5zvY-YzSzJBTZDLri1REOUMe2ml7d3wgPN2sJlaTfe8UexhaGk0j12aW7RsWUgya4g-884uoTEUfMjtDt_NzvROIALuR7_aJwNJdStFIkJtrhyg20_fyDd8ZIuPl1rlw-ZKNJeZEFtgb_QUH9AyXIGaH8Cml4lA4rdAk8HMU8xGWVrrPRAAlErMC0w/w300-h400/A0ED012A-BE26-4B97-8481-405EF98F2125.jpeg" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZbKdmHV8b8FzbxmiNtG8Erw5AJmR6AMPo3DMJvkiz9dZFVAmFcRFeK1jcogdP52ebbikHyvfQuB4D71NJiKWkGlFStgpLO2nCJU0PbDE3kYFGiRVHkeaPHmW1Te84PaIShh8-I1rfUXxwmzX5yDpNb1YrWGQbm9F1CC4W5ezKpzNPUI46Xr6Vfllxg/w300-h400/8060CE65-B18B-4769-A719-E44286F45905.jpeg" width="300" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>eeeeee comellah kau ni tau hahahaha</i></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Tehah.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Semoga terusss berjaya dalam hidup and happy happy sajurr. love you! <3</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sampai jumpa lagi~<br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-44026136256066363652023-01-30T02:23:00.002+08:002023-01-30T02:23:25.900+08:00twennie twennie too is over<div style="text-align: left;"> Assalamualaikum, hi.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's already 30th of January tapi aku baru terhegeh hegeh nak buat post penghargaan 2022 LOL.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, macam biasa, tiap tahun mestilah ada yang best, ada yang tak best. Aku nak cerita, tapi taktahu nak start dari mana....?? Hahaha. Okay lah kita start dengan benda best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Yang paling best sekali tahun ni adalah; paling banyak dapat jumpa my dear friends. After years, finally tahun ni dapat jumpa balik kawan-kawan diploma. Rindu betul nak lepak sama lagi. Ingatkan we'll never meet each other again sebab yela masing-masing pun duduk jauh, busy. Tapi rezeki tahun ni dapat jumpa. ANDDD tahun ni palinggg banyak lepak together dengan kawan sekolah hahaha. Semua orang nak buat rumah terbuka, semua orang nak kahwin, semua orang nak healing healing karaoke. Main badminton la nak makan mee celup la. Tapi sekarang geng lepak tinggal masyarakat single jelah. Yang dah kahwin semua dah busy. Ain't complaining though, and in fact we're so happy for them. Lurveee pls kahwin lagi yang lain so that kita boleh selalu jumpa lagi xD</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Tapi tahun ni aku lama gila on hiatus from making artwork. I'm not feeling down pun. Tapi entahlah. Busy dengan kehidupan seharian tu satu. Lagi satu tak rasa nak buat sangat pun. Vibe sekeliling pun tak berapa nak onz. Ni pun baru nak aktif balik. Tapi kena take time lama sikit untuk produce satu artwork. Takpalah, slowly but surely. Semoga moona bangkit semula tahun ni dan seterusnya. Aamin</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh and pasal post yang lepas tu, anggap jela bukan rezeki aku haha, Aku decide untuk terus jalan dan anggap ia sebagai angin bayu yang membawa diriku sepintas lalu ku terkenangkanmu aagittew. Takda apa yang jadi pun. Literally. No progress and such and that's also a sign. Roger that, over.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Update lain, aku dah gemuk. HAHA menangis dalam kelemakan lazat berkrim digemari ramai.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As for 2023, aku taknak wish banyak sangat, cuma harap semoga semua benda bertambah baik dan lebih baik untuk aku, kita, semua. AAMIN.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ok bye<br /></div>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-7029718639443408962022-06-18T01:33:00.000+08:002022-06-18T01:33:51.031+08:00Tahlah weh kau baca jelaHi, assalamualaikum. Nak borak sikit jum?<br /><p>Aaaa cemana nak cakap ek? Haha awkward la nak cakap benda macamni walaupun dah patut borak dah at this age lol. Orang lain dah siap beranak pinak dah kau masih malu malu kucing nak borak pasal ni ehek.</p><p><br /></p><p>Ok la cakap jela. Aku rasa kan, aku dah start ada ciri-ciri yang aku nak untuk future partner. Ya selama ni aku tak letak sangat pun just the basic basic one jelah sebab macam... malas fikir? Nanti orang kata demand pulak nak itu ini walaupun memang patutlah kalau nak demand kan sebab nak hidup sepanjang hayat (inshaAllah amin) dengan dia?</p><p>After getting to know with this one guy, I gotta say I like him. Or maybe, the quality of him.</p><p>All I can say is he got the green flag for some cases. I don't want to spill it all here but the one that really attract me is his communication skills. Or is it common sense? Nah I'm not sure yg mana satu haha. But it feels like he validate my presence. And make it two way conversation. I don't really realized this until I talk to him-- that I'm always the one who gives. Ain't complaining about it though as I did it voluntarily, sincerely. But it FEEL NICE NICE to have someone asking about you??? Hello I thought it is not doable or unusual to be done but he did?? </p><p>It really was a small things but made me think that I shouldn't settle with any less than him. It makes me feel sooo much better. As a person. I feel alive. </p><p><br /></p><p>Tapi malangnya...</p><p><br /></p><p>I don't know if it's real or not. we're not sekufu some more. Tak sekufu in many things. But thanks to him, I now know what I want. I can't say he's perfect but he's a decent human being la ahaha. He's the standard la kiranya. Kalau aku tak suka dia dah aku delete la post ni hahaha tapi point atas tadi tu betullah. I want someone who validate my feelings and cherish my presence. Gitulah jadi wanite. Dahlah bye. Malu.<br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-22037130813777876112022-03-11T10:44:00.000+08:002022-03-11T10:44:03.623+08:00LOL<p> Salam, hi.</p><p><i>(Dah tak memasal aku update tiga post bulan ni)</i></p><p>Anyway, I am now under quarantine as I'm positive with Covid-19. Survived for two years, and finally the virus reached me. Lol Omicron lollll. Sekarang dah hari keempat. Demam dah takda, selesema pun takda. Just batuk and sakit tekak. Suara ada takda. Paling annoyed tak boleh nyanyi properly. Hahaha but apapun Alhamdulillah. Hope it doesn't get any worse lah. hehe ok bye. Stay safe bbg :*</p><p><br /></p><p><i>p/s: Saja update sini untuk kenangan.<br /></i></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-40198387020544096192022-03-08T02:10:00.001+08:002022-03-23T01:29:28.982+08:00short meet-up (finally)<p> Assalamualaikum, hi.</p><p>So last week, 27th Feb, we (me & iman only, jims cant make it) went to Dila's wedding. All the way from JB to Senawang. Took us about 2-3 hours jugak rasanya. It was a last minute decision lol. Originally my weekend was occupied but the event is postponed andddd, the rest is history.</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1nijJXw5YEp48-Ty_DOE6GlDtyA2QWg_ZcZCbY4Y2oFnLuAcVI09KWCNw744DeN_aZChEl01Avq20KFqVtY6R9Ihe1zL5d9D_JyMGfuz_Pc1Vy964YhIxm7_vIhKia2EhR43vFnRnXdU3t5XXjEeDlix9v71H9J4AuiWNk9U_vkqE_JJ6iRYTcTmeMw=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1nijJXw5YEp48-Ty_DOE6GlDtyA2QWg_ZcZCbY4Y2oFnLuAcVI09KWCNw744DeN_aZChEl01Avq20KFqVtY6R9Ihe1zL5d9D_JyMGfuz_Pc1Vy964YhIxm7_vIhKia2EhR43vFnRnXdU3t5XXjEeDlix9v71H9J4AuiWNk9U_vkqE_JJ6iRYTcTmeMw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>It was so fun to meet and talk face to face with them sebab akhirnyaaa?? Last jumpa masa convo tak silap which means 2017, and now dah 2022. Surely many things happened over the years but their kepohness are still the same. How I wished our other friends pun ada sekali (especially my kawan borak!). I really want to interact more but my social battery is draining T^T</p><p>I think because I've used it up while talking with iman in the car for hours-- drained during the event-- recharge and used it all (again) on our way back home. LOL. But it was nice to talk again after years (walaupun dekat tp tak jumpa pun) from a throwback to a serious discussion and some random talk. </p><p>And on our way back home it was raining quite heavily. A bit worried but the aftermatch of it was breathtaking Alhamdulillah. Managed to took some picture of the foggy road, and might be using it for future drawing reference hehe.</p><p>I'm not sure when will we meet again but let's pray it will happen soon, Aamiin! Love you, penghuni studio <3</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;">--- update! ---</p><p> </p><p><b>19.03.2022.</b></p><p>I finally met Yana!!! Omg this was totally a last minute meet-up like, planned on Maghrib and we met after Isyak. And luckily malam tu memang takda hal so dapatlah jumpa. Only God knows how much I miss and wanted to meet this one supportive and talented yet crazy gurl?? Alhamdulillah. I was really happy on that day. Like, REALLY happy. thank you Yana, thank you Danial bawak Yana, thank you Iman bawak aku. Hahaha.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmA6Hhrhw3WOZ-YUROuzOx7r8sZXj84OfZp4sC8ZLBqcXBlOq21UcVBQwn7kXGMYxF6aTpLUn3O0G8UP2-sCu8fRQYPmTkawbL-EEo4qSxZ8hgqZSciKOjmpmG4ogqvQXpyjojlUKdDS27cN0ky-2yCCrkHVVF2q65PdWaPkIdv3BadLI3dkRAWkcM2w/s2048/l7kusLEp.jpg%20large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmA6Hhrhw3WOZ-YUROuzOx7r8sZXj84OfZp4sC8ZLBqcXBlOq21UcVBQwn7kXGMYxF6aTpLUn3O0G8UP2-sCu8fRQYPmTkawbL-EEo4qSxZ8hgqZSciKOjmpmG4ogqvQXpyjojlUKdDS27cN0ky-2yCCrkHVVF2q65PdWaPkIdv3BadLI3dkRAWkcM2w/w512-h640/l7kusLEp.jpg%20large.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVostXncuFKFK1-OyujV0ZIVTyA6a4fCUbQcQhqjIC2VcO7vHHxY0feUP8f1XNYxvk05c-uGyv03g0sLFK-aSt15sBW7D_mAEK_HD7XJIuFnMrn3rDkgWl39pwF450JbB0AdPQwW3PzjNIO_R1ucFEpMxxBIgRgGUc6tXuQy2dFQMIBOOcV_DvmTWU_Q/s2048/jJTRv35G.jpg%20large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVostXncuFKFK1-OyujV0ZIVTyA6a4fCUbQcQhqjIC2VcO7vHHxY0feUP8f1XNYxvk05c-uGyv03g0sLFK-aSt15sBW7D_mAEK_HD7XJIuFnMrn3rDkgWl39pwF450JbB0AdPQwW3PzjNIO_R1ucFEpMxxBIgRgGUc6tXuQy2dFQMIBOOcV_DvmTWU_Q/s320/jJTRv35G.jpg%20large.jpg" width="180" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6P2bYaTn3OQucol-bYsuLE7YF3XuCUtC-WQB9Ra_znnZXacZfb0NF3NqElVJWB6B8GkED7XHguadUho2juhO5weDmAikI4iRnfnSn8hDDBSIFOzs97PHnhXTAfLp1SXMbH0575ZBL7q8DpLlATlAfRn2oSv2s9UM1vGnefRzROWLDXmISPGuTMiwVw/s2048/NNpbjQD-.jpg%20large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim6P2bYaTn3OQucol-bYsuLE7YF3XuCUtC-WQB9Ra_znnZXacZfb0NF3NqElVJWB6B8GkED7XHguadUho2juhO5weDmAikI4iRnfnSn8hDDBSIFOzs97PHnhXTAfLp1SXMbH0575ZBL7q8DpLlATlAfRn2oSv2s9UM1vGnefRzROWLDXmISPGuTMiwVw/s320/NNpbjQD-.jpg%20large.jpg" width="180" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> -----------------------------------------------------</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0vH5AMvrWUeClD-YBksK_m7E87k7q1A0rwzI4cnLhK_UFaiUDuxf7-YoESToPNVPybXAO_oph0ABvUiKEWvcCwvMCyc4Wqn05Qc6d732S9aWctZ2g890iSN3VitNXMNksrCkBPn_gGGWrbyNAYSpnbFVP5bq20fdRkLd3BF56bYBczGkNsA_XjGpbRw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0vH5AMvrWUeClD-YBksK_m7E87k7q1A0rwzI4cnLhK_UFaiUDuxf7-YoESToPNVPybXAO_oph0ABvUiKEWvcCwvMCyc4Wqn05Qc6d732S9aWctZ2g890iSN3VitNXMNksrCkBPn_gGGWrbyNAYSpnbFVP5bq20fdRkLd3BF56bYBczGkNsA_XjGpbRw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><p><i>Was listening and sang to the songs on the radio along the way and suddenly Andmesh's Hanya Rindu played. The lyrics kinda hit me because the day before, 26th Feb marks seven years of ayah's passing. Was nearly breakdown in the car tho but glad I didn't haha (it will be super awkward if i did.....). Anyway, yana miss you ayah. Many things happened, and there's so much to tell. Sometimes I think I need your guidance because I know you are the most wise person I used to have. Didn't have much of our memories (which I regret because I started to forget your voice....) but I will always love and miss you, the best man I ever had.</i></p><p><i> Bukannya diri ini tak terima kenyataan, hati ini hanya rindu. </i><br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-63810395477768720192022-03-03T01:12:00.002+08:002022-03-03T01:12:15.364+08:00Nobody told us but here we go...<p> Salam. Holla. </p><p>How's your life? Well I hope whoever yang datang visit me in here will be in your good condition despite everything that'd happened. The fact that you spend your time to visit mine pun dah cukup membanggakan dah. Congrats and love you. Life's hard kan? Especially us, getting drown in this adulthood that we never thought will be this way. It's okay sayang. Tak ada dalam mana mana buku panduan pun yang kata menjadi dewasa itu haruslah glamour dan berjaya ke puncak. Tak apa untuk gagal di tengah perjalanan. Nama pun perjalanan. Selagi belum sampai hujung, teruslah berjuang. Rehatlah jika perlu. It's okay. You don't need validation from anyone pun. You are THAT precious. Be whoever you want to be. Be with the ones who can lift you up high, hear you & treat you well. Don't be afraid to left. Some things are not meant for us from the start lagipun sebenarnya. Let it go. You'll fly higher with those beautiful wings you've kept all this while. If things get hard, cry yourself out. It's okay, even if you're anak sulung, tough, alone, or a guy. If it makes you better, then you're good. And if nobody tell you this, let me. </p><p>Let's do this. Together. I believe in you. We got this. </p><p>Everything will be fine eventually. Kalau jatuh, kita bangun balik. Jatuh lagi, bangun lagi.</p><p><i>Zindagi ek safar hai suhana.</i></p><p>Life's a wonderful journey.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-lUoAn2u132JgIiK64gFnJXPZlksWUkF5BtZHDMfY2arop3pMp2Wvs94HAu28uEp3ka4CVshvDUdfyH830TfdDFjzZfO6iKfcLi9wpQxZDbuKv7TUhjOKigUEqoDC0iOirzcGNVaB9_buIHm4r4M3yyRK6sXDgDJMAXzyTk8ULmdyayebydhLrzeP7w=s564" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-lUoAn2u132JgIiK64gFnJXPZlksWUkF5BtZHDMfY2arop3pMp2Wvs94HAu28uEp3ka4CVshvDUdfyH830TfdDFjzZfO6iKfcLi9wpQxZDbuKv7TUhjOKigUEqoDC0iOirzcGNVaB9_buIHm4r4M3yyRK6sXDgDJMAXzyTk8ULmdyayebydhLrzeP7w=s320" width="320" /><span class="cs" data-clipboard-text="♥" title="Black Heart Suit"></span></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <i>Come back here if you want to. Let's be each other shoulder. Ok?<span class="cs" data-clipboard-text="♥" title="Black Heart Suit">♥</span></i></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-48282963379809385222021-11-10T01:32:00.000+08:002021-11-10T01:32:55.254+08:00idk.<p> Haih.</p><p>(let me sigh in here pls)</p><p> </p><p>I dont know.</p><p>I dont know how to really feel about this. But one thing for sure, it's bad.</p><p>I dont know if im taking the right path.</p><p>I dont know if i am a good daughter. Not reliable, of course.</p><p>I dont know whats wrong with me. Am i that boring, or am i that easy, or am i that pathetic on people's pov?</p><p>I dont know if it's too late to change everything.</p><p>I dont know if I will ever feel good about my physical. <br /></p><p>I dont know. Everything is still like a missing puzzle. It's everywhere.</p><p> I can only cry. To let out this frustation.</p><p>Nothing is going well with me. <br /></p><p>Honestly. Am I not allowed to be happy?<br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-90590137313047235142021-11-03T01:23:00.001+08:002022-03-23T01:49:08.733+08:00"tak payah fikir, buat je"<div style="text-align: left;"> Assalamualaikum. Hi.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(I've just archived my previous post because I can't stand the cringiness while reading it back hoho lol)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">So! I just think I needed to record this moment here because it's something I never thought <span>I will do.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span>Ummu talking to the camera? Gila apa? Bercakap dengan orang pun payah tetiba nak kena interview dengan orang? Boleh ke?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> Ni exactly was my thought masa dapat dm dari diorang. Aku hampirrrrrrr tolak lagi tawaran utk diinterview sebab..... insecure and rasa diri ni tak cukup bagus pun? Tapi aku fikir fikir balik. This is a golden opportunity. Rugi. Peluang macamni, entah entah kau tolak harini, 20 tahun lagi pun tak mungkin peluang ni datang lagi.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>So aku beranikan diri untuk terima. Terima tu satu hal, nak kena prektis cakap depan camera pulak dah hahahaha. English pulak tu. Mamp0s la. Benda takleh cancel dah. Harung jelah sampai habis.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Tak. Tetiba aku lapar lak HAHA nanti lah kalau rajin aku sambung lah post ni. Tak rajin, ha memang ni jelah cerita dia. Sekian, terima kasut.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTuPlXGhndIuqqssZ2S_1bBgoJXQbdfLyYZdi6fKm6cTZzinMG7xtGhVA-IkS-juZfcqMHJ2TO4tVDO4TQty5Tm3kkm_COTYLfsJ7Mmg4frZ-xbv2qYt3uxElDsPyQTqG3QdGK4wRojbttxM0aPpYfl7DpqbqpnjUUsX1kINj4HmwNGnP_cpAtrjz6A/s2048/qMDtfXJW.jpg%20large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTuPlXGhndIuqqssZ2S_1bBgoJXQbdfLyYZdi6fKm6cTZzinMG7xtGhVA-IkS-juZfcqMHJ2TO4tVDO4TQty5Tm3kkm_COTYLfsJ7Mmg4frZ-xbv2qYt3uxElDsPyQTqG3QdGK4wRojbttxM0aPpYfl7DpqbqpnjUUsX1kINj4HmwNGnP_cpAtrjz6A/s320/qMDtfXJW.jpg%20large.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span>btw ni link nya. Jemputlah takyah tengok. Aku malu.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span> <a href="https://en.syok.my/video/293552">https://en.syok.my/video/293552</a></span> <br /></div>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-32987551818539040472021-06-19T01:46:00.000+08:002021-06-19T01:46:43.435+08:00Two years wasted?<p> Assalamualaikum, hi.</p><p>So I've just scrolled through my older posts and can't believe that I haven't talked anything about this yet.</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><blockquote>WE'VE BEEN F****D UP FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS NOW.</blockquote><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Yeap, that's the statement.</p><p>Do you still remember how we got all excited for 2020 and get things planned perfectly, waiting for a wonderful new journey? And during March we are told to stay at home, not going outside and wear face mask all the time?</p><p>I think it's crazy how in 2021 things are still the same and actually jadi makin teruk, especially towards us, Malaysian. Iykyk. Seriously, sampai bila keadaan nak jadi macamni? Adakah kita akan pakai face mask sampai bila bila? Odl sampai bila bila? WFH sampai bila bila? No reunion, family gathering sampai bila bila? Entahlah. Macam takde jawapan untuk semua soalan ni.</p><p>But anyways, I always pray for the virus to go away, for us to continue living normally like before, and for us the people to have a competent upper person to handle everything like how it should've been done. I believe everyone are praying for the same things. May Allah hear our prayer. Amin.<br /></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-78076639896427913072021-03-19T02:55:00.003+08:002021-03-19T02:55:39.467+08:00Into the Unknown <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Hey guys. </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">So recently I’ve been experiencing artblock...... I guess? But it is not the usual artblock I’ve always had. Sebab biasanya it only took few days for me to pick myself back. Tapi ni dah...,,, dua minggu? Ke tiga? Tahlah, lost count already. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">I can’t even lift my stylus pen which I dearly use. Nak bukak laptop pun maleh. Pastu cam, ok maybe paint boleh kot ni. Aku pun trylah ambik berus nak main acrylic. Sekali tak jadi jugak. Layered the canvas all over again multiple times tapi end resukt masih tak cun. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Idk if this is really artblock or not sebab I’m not feeling like myself also lately. I oftenly forgot things which is reaalllyyy unlikely me. So when this happened, rasa macam oh shit this is not me??? </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Been spending my days not doing anything other than house chores. Idk if anyone notice or not that i’m not behaving like myself lately. Cant even interact with my moots. Im not sad but I feel like in despair. Macam jalan takde arah tuju. Orang kata kalau lost just do the thing you love to do. Tapi nak paint pun takde hati so cemana ni? </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Idk I just hope I will get to read this again next time. I mean if I did, it simply means I’ve survived this battle. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Well, hopefully. </span></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-89412390636516535932020-10-01T02:11:00.005+08:002020-10-01T02:11:55.091+08:00Kinda miss..<p> </p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">I<span style="font-family: inherit;"> kinda miss my friends back in uni. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We were all vibing, doing things together. Stupid things for sure. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I tried to befriend with other people. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But you guys are just irreplaceable. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Love and miss you, penghuni studio. </span></span></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-43572288446689401262020-09-05T02:59:00.002+08:002020-09-05T02:59:52.524+08:00I tried, unfortunately...<p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Being an introvert, sometimes it’s confusing</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I need and want to interact like other people</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But I am too shy and easily exhausted after few engangement</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I want to befriend and fit in with the community</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But when I tried it just feel like it wasn’t me</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And in the end, I will sit back at the corner, watching them like in the tv</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes I try to get up and do it all over again</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And yes it does, literally— in the end I’m cornered again. </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t know. I like being me honestly. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Silence is my best friend. I love to get drown in my own world. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But sometimes I just feel like I don’t belong in here. The reality. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do people like us, the silent soul? Do people like me? Do people can bear with my unusual and awkward reaction?</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I really really really appreciate those who know how to break the wall around me. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You guys don’t know how grateful am I. </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To have somebody I can go crazy with and be myself.</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But should I change for the sake of community?</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And what should I do to make myself feel appreciated and content at the same time?</span></span></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-2204705767734094982020-08-16T03:10:00.000+08:002020-08-16T03:10:25.193+08:00Dream<p> Assalamualaikum, hi. </p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">I’m very jealous for those who don’t usually dreaming in their sleep. I dream almost everyday doh hahahaha. And I was surprised when i found out that there are people yang jaraaaannngggg sangat mimpi. Sebab i thought it is normal? Rupanya lagi ramai yang tak mimpi daripada yang mimpi (in my circle)?</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Kalau mimpi je takpe tau. But me being me, i even remember every single details in my dream. Kadang kadang sampai esok pagi pun terbawa bawa emosi tu. sampai satu tahap i have to check things out with my friend to make sure it was really just a dream. It becomes a problem when i dreamt of something unreal but is possible to happen. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><i>“Sometimes mimpi tu petunjuk”</i></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"><i>“Kalau mimpi orang tu maknanya orang tu rindu”</i></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Oh no. Since I realized of the fact yg aku jenis kerap mimpi, i never believed in that anymore. Kau bayangkan; kalau harini sebelum tidur aku nampak tweet from someone. And malam tu tidur, aku mimpi aku kahwin dengan dia (contoh). Thattt?? A sign??? Ke dia rindu aku???? Mustahil wal tak mungkin plus unsangkarable. Langsung. But it is...,’something unreal but is possible to happen’. Pulak tu duk teringat je nanti. Payah juga jenis ingat semua benda ni sebenarnya haha macam curse pun ada. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Tapi tu ah.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Apa yang tapi nya?</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">Entah. Hahahaha. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 19.1px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-size: 16px;">But another fact— ada orang yang mimpi dia ada colour like what we see in real life, tapi ada orang dia tak nampak colour tu dalam mimpi dia. Macam hitam putih gitu je. I think it was really interesting? Aku punya ada colour. Korang?</span></p>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-28432030528854553352020-06-17T01:57:00.000+08:002020-06-17T01:57:02.295+08:00What destroy me?<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Assalamualaikum. Hai. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">It’s the last day of 2019 already lah weh! Sekejap gila.</span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Rasa macam baru haritu masuk tahun baru (awuw cliche nya ayat tiap tahun macamni). </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Since 2019 dah nak habis, I’m planning to make a flipthrough video of my sketchbook throughout the year. Sebab tahun ni punya sketchbook almost penuh (I am amaze and proud of myself huhu lol). I drew anything that I want, rough sketch pun i dun care i just put it on je so sebab tu lah nak penuh kot.</span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Tapi tengok lah, kalau rajin adalah video nya hehe. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">So acano 2019 ni mu?</span></div>
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<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">to be honest, the ups and down of this year was really unsangkarable. *stretch out jari sat*</span></li>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Believe it or not, I was in the deepest and darkest state of myself for few months. I tried my best to ignore it but idk it hit me real hard I don’t even know how to deal with it anymore (which is very unusual for me sebab yknow aku pakar pendam kot kahkah). </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Nak tidur nangis, tengah duk saje pun boleh tetiba nak menangis bila teringat, lepas solat time nak doa pun nangis. Teruk kan....</span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Sampai aku rasa macam, ‘ok this is not good. Not good AT ALL. I NEED TO STOP’. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">I distracted myself from it, making more art (ig art aku berkembang maju kan? This is why), reach few friends and so on. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Losing someone you trust and used to share almost everything to was so hard to swallow. I almost pissed off and disappointed with it but maybe I am wrong. I am sorry if it was my fault but honestly I just need a closure. Tu je. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Pastu, aku macam dah bertenang balik. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Going to the end of the year, something happened. I was exhausted, physically and mentally. Exhausted mentally ni yang paling penat tau sebenarnya. This time around i dealt with it by myself sebab aku segan nak cakap dengan orang. Aku cakap kat orang aku penat je. Tu je aku boleh cakap sebab sebenarnya aku rasa aku nak meluah & some attention. But i dun want to sound pathetic at the same time. Anyway, my emotion become more stable gradually. I think I am adapted with it. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">BUT!! Hehe of course good things happened too. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Disebabkan benda-benda ni, aku jadi lebih independent. I mean I don’t really rely on people anymore. Banyak soft skills aku belajar. That’s good, right? </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">I also become less pemalu, at least in social media. Dulu aku segan nak post artwork aku banyak banyak sebab rasa orang annoyed dengan aku. Tapi lama-lama, with friends’ support, and emosi yang tak menentu atas tadi tu haha, aku meng-ah-lantak-kan semua benda. </span></div>
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<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">got new art friends. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">My favourite artist (I made them the digital portrait) noticed me. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">Few big name retweeted and followed me. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">My tweets got over 50 rt and 100+ likes which is a lot for me. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">I am brave enough now to open the art commission. </span></li>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Eh macam banyak je? Hahaha. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Aku pun dah slow-slow belajar untuk tinggikan ego. Yknow I’m such a weak kan.... but later I feel the need to stand by myself and know what’s better for me. I’m gonna appreciate those who worth it. If they want to leave after seeing my efforts, then just let them go. I’ve done my part and insha Allah I’m not gonna regret it. </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">2020 is coming. What’s your plan and hope, mu?</span></div>
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<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">Make everything lillahitaala. Be a good hamba. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">Better income. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">More art. </span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">Learn new things undoubtedly (for now nak belajar buat jelly art hehe)</span></li>
<li class="li3" style="font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-size: 11px;"></span><span class="s2">Having more good people surrounds me. </span></li>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">Aamin! </span></div>
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<span class="s2" style="font-size: 16px;">So... how’s your twenty nineteen and twenty twenty? :-)</span></div>
mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-66030124640548666652019-11-19T23:56:00.001+08:002019-11-19T23:56:12.324+08:00Life’s a roller coasterHi. You know what.<br />
Everyday I feel like riding a roller coaster.<br />
My emotion goes up and down.<br />
I can say that I feel better when people acknowledge me.<br />
And my art. I’m truly grateful for that.<br />
And that’s it.<br />
After a while, I’m everywhere again.<br />
It does feel like completing the blank puzzle.<br />
I’m going, but to nowhere.<br />
I feel contented, but not to the extend.<br />
People would easily say “get over it. You are just over reacting”. “It’s just a phase”.<br />
I told myself that too. But it won’t work.<br />
The puzzle I’m completing, have bunch of missing pieces.<br />
I tried to get up but it was just my body. Not my soul.<br />
I feel like sitting at the corner of the dark room<br />
While watching the screen projecting people around me doing good without me.<br />
Till the thought comes- or maybe they really doing good because there’s no me?<br />
I think that was what keep me going.<br />
Because in the end, I will only have me.<br />
The emptiness must not drag me down.<br />
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Hope someone see this and tell me I’m worth it.mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-80221266846205560572019-10-01T00:33:00.001+08:002019-10-01T00:33:18.527+08:00post takleh tidoqAssalamualaikum dan hai!<br />
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Okaylah at this moment sebenarnya aku kat hospital teman mak aku. Dia baru lepas buat operation buang bisul and have to stay here for few days since bacaan kencing manis dia tinggi and easier for them to monitor her wound (i guess... aku palatau je bab ni hekhek)<br />
Dah pukul 12.17am and aku takleh tidur. Satu, sebab tempat asing. Dua, sebab sebenarnya awal lagi untuk aku? Hahaha aku biasa paling awal pun tido pukul 2 zzzz.... Tiga, sejuk yakmat. Aku selalu tidur pakai kipas hidup segan mati tak mau je. Ni aircond tah berapa tah dia pasang ni hurghhh kesian aku.<br />
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Baiklah sebenarnya aku nak cakap benda lain. I never though that this day will come sooner than I think. Maksud aku berjaga kat hospital ni. The last time I did was when I am 19 kot, teman umi jaga arwah ayah. Mind you, aku TEMAN. Bukan hundred percent JAGA. So this time around it is different sebab aku yg kena jaga. Honestly I feels nervous a bit and doubt myself; boleh ke aku jaga ni? Sebab time jaga arwah ayah dulu aku awkward betul taktau nak buat apa. Rasa useless pun ada huhu.<br />
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Tapi alhamdulillah setakat ni aku rasa aku okay. Not gonna lie my experience of taking care of the kid at home helps me a lot. I know how to suap, what time normal people should eat, the portion, the do’s and dont’s of the food in term of the nutrition, and the list goes on and on. All this while I thought ohh I’m gonna make a good wife and mother (just because i can already take care of toddler lol)((walaupun aku tak terfikir to be one pun sekarang ni)) but today I think, hey, I can be a good daughter too! Alhamdulillah i am happy to have this thought like finally. I can think of something good from myself. And I hope I will forever be (—good daughter, and to pull out the goodness in me) insha Allah, aamiin.<br />
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Doakan mak saya cepat sembuh!! xoxomumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-33944689373506706242019-07-12T14:07:00.000+08:002019-07-12T14:07:28.990+08:00Tiga MinitAssalamualaikum, hallu~<br />
Since harini I feel better and quite over the moon sebab one of my problem dah settle, so takpelah belanja dua post dalam satu hari kan hahaha.<br />
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Nah, my poem (i think) titled Tiga Minit:-<br />
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Disclaimer: nope. This isn't real.<br />
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Aku tak tahu kenapa tapi tetiba je malam tu terfikir pasal tiga minit.<br />
Macam, kita mesti pernah tengok orang or lalui sendiri benda ni; jumpa random people almost everyday tapi kita tak kenal dia, dia tak kenal kita, and benda tu jadi at that time je. Jumpa sini habis sini.<br />
Dalam bas, library, on the way pergi class, coffee shop, kantin, stationery shop and macam-macam tempat & situation lagi yang kita akan go through hari hari.<br />
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Like in my case contohnya, I used to wait for a sweet and innocent looking guy(lol) back then when I was in school sebab aku selalu datang awal.<br />
Dia pun datang awal jugak cuma lambat sikit dari aku.<br />
Bila dia sampai, I felt like yeah he did it. Yes sounds stupid.<br />
Usually dia akan duduk dulu, tunggu kawan dia sampai, and diorang blah. Itu jelah 'tiga minit' aku (walaupun sebenarnya lebih tiga minit).<br />
And disebabkan aku selalu tengok dia, aku perasan yang kasut dia koyak sikit kat bawah tu.<br />
And bila dia tukar kasut baru, aku jadi happy. Haha.<br />
Tapi tu jelah. No hard feelings. Suka tengok je.<br />
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Tapi untuk poem ni, kasi romantis sikitlah.<br />
Walaupun aku hopeless. Tapi aku reti la sikit berangan. Hahaha.<br />
The thought that come to me that night was,<br />
"What if it requires us only three minutes to make us feels better for the entire day? And that three minutes was meant for admiring someone from afar?"<br />
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P/s: do tell me anything about this so i can improve!mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-79548938141138639902019-07-12T00:05:00.000+08:002019-07-12T00:05:47.586+08:00It wasn't me, it was me<br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Hi.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">People around me would absolutely know how I am in the real world, surrounded by strangers or people I barely know or close.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">If people were asked to list three things about me in 5 seconds, I am sure the answer will be; shy, quiet, ___. These two are the most top description of me and I can't deny that.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Aku pernah terfikir,</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">"Aku ni gedik ke?" </span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Sebab selalunya orang akan respon towards orang yang malu-malu around boys/stranger ni as someone yang mengada-ngada, nakkan perhatian, gedik.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">I always appear malu-malu in front of people especially boys/men so bila dengar macamtu, I tried hard to not smile and keraskan diri bila ada among them.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">I must not want people to said myself gedik because well, siapa nak?</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">And the outcome? I will seems awkward. And perhaps, people watching will see it too. </span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Maybe people will add it in my description; shy, quiet, awkward.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">When the real thing is,</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">It was my confidence.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">(Selain malu tu memang fitrah)</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">I always had this thought yang people will judge me whenever or wherever I go,</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Sebab I myself tahu diri sendiri banyak kurang.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">These pimples. Scars.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Fat.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Bad taste of fashion.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">And so much more.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">So I will instantly rasa segan bila being among people I barely talk, compared to me bila lepak dengan kawan kawan rapat.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">So when you see me being 'awkward', most likely it was my confidence tengah terumbang ambing kat dalam.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">And if you see me needing help, tolong hulurkan bantuan agar aku bisa bernafas!</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Haha.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Okay this is not me trying to educate people.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">It is me, trying to explaining myself.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Towards? Me.</span>mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-62165097128665441742019-06-12T00:04:00.000+08:002019-06-12T00:04:50.081+08:00Unspoken wordsFrankly speaking,<br />
There are some people I've been missing so much.<br />
Been dying to talk to.<br />
Been dying to joke around.<br />
Like how we used to be.<br />
But me being me, I'm too shy to interrupt in their life.<br />
Me being me, I will never ever told this right in their face.<br />
Me being me, I am too afraid to get ignored when I start the conversation.<br />
If I am not 'me', I swear I will call you in the midnight and tell that I miss you and share everything in my head that I kept all this while.<br />
So I'm here to at least let out a bit from my tiny heart.<br />
To tell that I miss your presence in my life.<br />
And I'll always pray for your path to be at ease as you wish.<br />
Moga sentiasa dalam jagaan Allah. Aamiin.<br />
Tetiba cakap melayu dah.mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-64059211621008811142018-10-05T01:48:00.000+08:002018-10-05T01:48:24.695+08:00Sama yang beza<br />
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Tak semua yang kita impikan, kita dapat.<br />
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Kadang-kadang ada benda yang kekal jadi impian<br />
Bila nama, tali dan kertas dihujung mainan.<br />
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Destinasi kita mungkin sama<br />
Tapi tidak hala dan kapal kita.<br />
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<br />mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5211689972866293922.post-77264099240841769362018-07-13T02:08:00.001+08:002018-07-13T02:08:49.056+08:00Sebab musabab<br />
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Hi. & assalamualaikum.<br />
Wassup guys? Eventhough i know few ketul je yg datang sini but still, i hope u guys sihat sejahtera makmur jaya sentosa hendaknya.<br />
Btw im currently not active in my ig (just fyi) because..... I just dont feel to (well actually it's a long story but im not here today to tell u bout this).<br />
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Okaylah i will go straight to the point.<br />
Sometimes kan, aku selalu wonder whether im a good friend (or person) or not.<br />
Cukup ke apa yang aku buat ni?<br />
Layak ke apa yang aku buat ni untuk orang anggap aku as kawan baik diorang?<br />
Aku ada tak untuk diorang bila diorang perlukan aku?<br />
Kawan aku nangis malam-malam, aku kisah tak?<br />
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Tapi tak kurang jugak kadang-kadang thought yang lain datang kat aku:<br />
Perlu ke aku buat semua ni?<br />
Aku susah aku nangis, takde pun yang datang?<br />
Aku ni siapa je kat mata diorang?<br />
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And tiap kali benda-benda macamni come across my mind, aku akan try untuk tetapkan dalam diri "ini bukan pasal aku, ini pasal dia".<br />
Maksud? Jangan tengok dari point of view orang tu, tapi tengoklah dari pov diri sendiri.<br />
Questioned yourself,<br />
"Siapa dia?"<br />
"Apa jasa dia pada aku?"<br />
"Dengan apa yang aku buat atau cakap dengan dia, kau rugi apa-apa tak?"<br />
"Benda last yang aku cakap dengan dia, menyesal tak kalau itu lah last words aku untuk dia?"<br />
Jawab semua soalan ni, dan kau akan rasa worth it ke tak apa yang kau buat selama ni.<br />
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Kalau orang tu tak anggap kau kawan baik dia tapi kau is vice versa, then takpelah. You have your own reason on kenapa dia tu kawan baik kau. And kau sebagai kawan baik dia, play your part well. Supaya nanti at the end, kalau semuanya dah berakhir, kau boleh senyum puas sebab sekurangnya kau dah jalankan tanggungjawab kau.<br />
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Sebab dah pernah rasa.<br />
Not able to tell your true feelings before they gone, is hurt.<br />
Not having someone to bring you up back, is hurt.<br />
Not knowing at least somebody care for you, hurt too.<br />
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Always be kind to others. Be responsible of your relationship. Ignorance may be a bliss for you, but not for people around you. Selalulah ada untuk orang-orang yang kau hargai kewujudannya sebelum pergi.<br />
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Assalamualaikum.<br />
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*not to sentap anyone. This is for my self reminder. Bila-bila terlalai, bacalah ni balik mu. Jangan sakitkan hati orang. Dendam is not good. Orang tu mungkin tak salah. Mungkin yang toxic tu, sebenarnya kau.mumuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11009930378279047503noreply@blogger.com2