tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64905081787863167382024-03-05T05:07:57.196+00:00Mine not yours definitely.Life is simple, it's just not easyfadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.comBlogger222125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-87897409284812875402011-04-23T02:07:00.004+01:002011-04-23T05:14:17.656+01:00Not yet.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was having this usual break while doing my essay and i came across one of my secondary school teacher's FB wall (typical stalker i am! hee :D ) Well if it wasnt for a status of my friend about a sad news of a loss of a teacher (Al-Fatihah) i wouldnt be bother to look and it wouldnt have led me be as mentioned before. So here it goes; friend- the news- need clarification- teacher A- teacher A's wife (yes, the one i'm about to write about in anonymous.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She made me love the subject though i found it hard to score ( ke aku yang lembab? HAHAHA) At least i had that interest and though i may not be able to remember in details (obviously coz i've left it for years already) but those days of having her as a teacher still somehow lingers in my mind. Motherly, she is, and like such she could be as firm, and strict, and funny, and interesting. Haha. I havent heard of anyone complaining let alone getting bored. Too bad i only had a year with her, been replaced the year after. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enough with such background now let's jump into the points. I saw her connecting with her students and of all i saw these huge appreciation showered to her though through comments on status or random wall posts but i dunno somehow it makes me realise the feelings she might have inside. I dont really know, it's kinda cliche maybe- touched by such remembrance by the students. But i dunno why it hits me so much. Owh, blame the assignments! Now everything is teaching-related. Haha. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course i dont really know how it feels and looks like to be in the real situation. But here is what i believe, how a teacher could remember a student as such and such, so will the students, right? And i know for some reasons i may, someday come across a student/ students with my attitude if not exactly, maybe a resemblance. Karma is quite harsh i know but it's reality we're dealing with now. Mesti adaaa punya lah! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But anyway, the point is what kind of teacher i'm gonna be? The one leaving the 'urgh i hate her she bla3 me and give bla3 work and bla3. Serious menyampah' feeling among my students or rather, well i dont know how to put it into words. It's not that i really want that kinda favour from the students but just enough to let them interested in what i'm conveying. (mendengar kata dah besar rahmat dah. Haha) Because among the comments i read, honestly the interest they shown for the subject which really caught my eyes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And i remember our trip to Sabah back when we're still in Ipoh. We had this visit to one of the elite schools (La Salle if i'm not mistaken) there and we had the principal (who's in Jusa C grade, been pengetua cemerlang yada yada) gave a speech to us, the teachers-to-be. I wasnt paying attention to those awards, pedagogical methods she said but of course the end of the speech is where i often pay most of my attention to. And that, my friend, wasnt the pay-attention-because-it's- the-end-of-speech moment but the content. As far as i could remember she uttered this in quite a raised voice and i know it's <i>that</i> important;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>'It's in your hands. You can make them interested in the subject or hate it for the rest of their life'.</i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hoh! Takut dah lah.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-10604985417565957342011-04-20T09:21:00.002+01:002011-04-20T09:39:40.227+01:00Amelioration<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay i just broke my promise. I said no update until May the 1st (yea it's on my twitter) but i guess i cant wait.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The feeling's killing me seriously (exaggerration, indeed). The cycle where all of those homesick-ness, friendsick-ness, being sad for God knows the reason, freaking worried out of the blue yada yada is back knocking me down. Scary eh? It scares the heck outta me too T_T </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And this time around it's oh-so-not-at-a-right time. Talking about time, it's probably the most precious luxury i really dont posses now. Takde masa lahhh nak layan the cranky me ni weyhh. Assignments due next week; three freaking essays and when i said the 'e' word it comes along with all the lecture slides (<i>untuk orang malas dan lost macam aku ni haruslah kena baca balik yang awal2 term punya kan!</i>)and the list of EFL journals. Owh, the referencing and citation style we need to abide with is my favourite part of course. Tak leceh langsung, mana ade lah. Love it whole-heartedly! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So at this very moment, my body refuses to talk to anyone. Boleh? So lucky you blog, the only <s>non-living</s> thing i have my favour to pour all my words to for now. Ironic.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll be right back when all of this messiness is over. The mess=myself i meant. An anti-social i am from now on. I'll be my normal self back. Soon. HAHA Bye!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s- i dreamt of asteejay last night with the usual bunch of us. On the way back from prep, there was my eldest brother waiting for me nak bawak pergi outing. Perfect combo. Memang terbukti la weh segala sickness kau sebut2 tuh. Haih.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<h3 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fef78f; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(175, 223, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; font-family: Courier; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #fef78f; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i>Why You Should Embrace the April Showers of Your Life</i></strong></b></span></h3><div style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">1. You teach yourself to be positive, no matter what. </strong>When you find yourself staying positive through a difficult time, you'll feel amazing. Getting to the point in your life -- or in the way you think about your life -- where you can take a negative situation and see the good in it is one of the best feelings. Embracing the difficult times in your life will, without you even realizing it, teach you to be positive no matter what comes along.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">2. You grow stronger with every single storm you weather. </strong>With every single difficulty you face in your life, you become a little bit stronger. It's hard to realize this when you're actually going through a tough time, but no matter what the outcome, you gain strength from every hardship. And that's a great reason to embrace the struggles you face in your life. Every single one of them is making you stronger.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">3. You need the tough times to bring out the best in your life. </strong>I'm sure you've heard it before: "Without the rain, there can be no rainbow." Cliche? Yes. True? Yes! Without the really tough times in your life, it can be hard to appreciate all of the awesome things. It would be great if we could just have awesomeness at all times, but the tough times really do help us to see (and be grateful for) what we have in our lives.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">4. You will uncover new things about yourself -- and your life. </strong>Another cliche, but true, face is that when you're struggling to make it through a tough time, you'll learn a lot about yourself and your life. When in the midst of a difficult situation, this fact can be hard to wrap your mind around -- but it's one of the greatest things about a tough time. Whether you realize it initially (or years later), you always learn something when you struggle to get through a difficulty.</i></div><div style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><i><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">5. You can be refreshed and revitalized by a spring rain. </strong>Just like the flowers begin to bloom after April showers, you too can be refreshed and begin to blossom after a tough time. It might not happen right away, but with time, you will see that any difficulty you've struggled to overcome has left you feeling oddly renewed. Though you may feel beaten down at first (as I'm sure those flowers' stems do when the rains come), you'll eventually begin to show your true colors, blossoming into a new self after the storm has passed.</i></div><div style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">(article source: <a href="http://www.positivelypresent.com/2011/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers-positive-thinking.html" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">positivelypresent.com</a> - image source: <a href="http://sopaz.tumblr.com/post/4403817174" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">sopaz.tumblr</a> & </span></span><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8759202" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">weheartit</a>)</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we were on our way to Cliffs of Moher, i was about to tune in to my ipod, i heard something on the radio. Well, not so precious but not too bad to lend my ears on. There's this new artist (an Irish i bet he is) been interviewed by a local radio station. The questions revolved around his new album or was it a debut (not too sure about it) his background and so on. He sang his very own song too! Not bad. I kinda like his tone. And the song too but it slipped off my mind right after i put on my earphones. HAHA. Sorry Mr.. uhm.. i dont know your name too. -_-'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And there's this statement he made when he's asked about the challenges he encountered about becoming a new recording artist. Apparently one of the qualities the recording companies are looking for if not the main one but good enough to be a bonus is for the new talents to set up their own fans-based prior to their talent and of course, appearance. He mentioned ,'they (the recording companies) wanna see that first. They want me to have that strong and convincing response from the 'fans' that I myself have to work on .' I forgot his exact line but that's what basically he said. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">More of a two-way street approach and it takes quite a big effort for new talents nowadays. Not only talent, but the sense of presence is much needed too even <i>before</i> they become the real ones. Well of course, I dont have any issues of youtubers becoming artists. It's how the change in the society i'm talking about. The way the society 'makes up' the new artists and the preferences made are taken quite seriously too. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So just like Bieber, Rebecca Black and many more. You dont necessarily need to go through all the queuing up for hours for an audition or sending hundreds of demos ended up being rejected. Just give some pose in your own comfy room, make some good videos and tadaaa! (of course im being too general, i dont really know what really happens behind the curtains). But yea, it may seem easy. All you have to do is sing, get some good feedbacks and thousands or billions of 'like' buttons. And *cough* luck. Tough luck sometimes. But i believe it's not <i>that </i>easy. We're dealing with reality here, you perform and you get direct praises or condemns right on your face. Tadah jela!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-39218595843402002072011-04-13T14:24:00.007+01:002011-04-13T19:46:15.564+01:00When it comes to..life.<div style="text-align: justify;">April 9,'11.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life <i>is</i> simple if we care enough not to make it complicated. We finish study, get our job, settle down then thats it. But it's not <i>that </i>easy peasy as it may seem to be. Always, as funny as it may sound we never thought life would not be the same as <i>how </i>we wanted it to be. Things in between, that's what i meant. I'm thinking of life, metaphorically, as one fine road. We know where we started and never will us have a single clue on how we may end. Cliche. But the speed bumps we may hit that could divert us from where we're supposed to crawl, stand, walk and run on are all in different degree. And effect.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Experiences. The people we get to meet. Places we're doomed to be in. Situations we're stuck in. Decisions we have to make out of thousands of choices/ no choice at all. Ugly frogs(redundancy intended) us girls might have to kiss before finding the right one. Failures and mistakes. Success. All surely help in our very own amendatory analysis of our life. Towards a better self, i believe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So that's why they say, life is about correcting, improving, re-constructing and the likes. Giving chances to ourselves and others. Seeking for and giving forgiveness. Moving on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Breathtaking, scenic view welcoming us there. Up until now, i still dont have enough words or to be exact, adjectives to really describe how nice the place is and my feelings inside. Or maybe I'm running out of vocab, need a lot more reading. haha. But seriously, I was crying inside, man! Beautiful places and sceneries never fail to please me. *meltsss* ;p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Earlier when we're about to hop on to the mini bus, the tour guide offered us to send us back and pick us up for the next day's trip. :O So <i>yes</i>, he dropped us at our friends's house (where we stayed) later that evening, and <i>yes</i>, picked us up the next morning for Connemara trip and also <i>yes</i> for sending us back. (No extra charge!) In fact we got 1 euro off for the other trip tuh. Good strategy huh! HAHA</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">The place where we stayed for two days in Galway is my housemate's friend's house. So we were just some mutual friends but but but, we just felt like we've known one another for so long!Not only for the good food they made but for the way they treated us. Never once we felt like an outsider. The same when we're in Dublin. Eiii tolonglah siapasiapa nak cari jodoh, carilah diorang eh? HAHAHA I'm serious!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-25999772438043632011-04-07T08:44:00.007+01:002011-05-11T00:19:00.448+01:00You found me<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you had this feeling? You've never ever met someone, in person, and that person has never ever even slipped into your mind but somehow the moment that person spoke that person's mind, it reached you on every level? Well, to be honest, I've experienced some, but it just didnt mean to stay long. Momentarily it was. But this time around, I dont know what kind of power she has, but she's just mesmerised me. Truly caused something in my heart and it hasnt left me just yet. I dont know about you, but I read <a href="http://www.suhaibwebb.com/personaldvlpt/character/why-do-people-have-to-leave-each-other/">this</a> several times because simply, it just hit me right on time. Every particular sentence is so meaningful.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So she said about expectations and I couldnt agree more with what she conveys. The major source of disappointment is the expectations we put, not at a right place. Not that I havent realised it before, many times I said to myself, stop expecting from the people around me, not matter who they are because it wont bring me anywhere. And many times I failed for I too, like you people, am a human being. Regardless of how hard I tried to avoid myself having such dependency on others, at the end of the day, I found myself leaning my head on someone's shoulder crying my heart out. And not to have expectations on others, even one, is not the easiest job on earth!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The important point is to direct those kind of feelings to the only true source. To Him. Just as mentioned, 'depend on God'. And I believe not only during our hard times that we say we genuinely need Him, but through every single event in our life. And I do believe, nothing beats the ultimate serenity, calm and relief upon lowering my head down, raising my hands and pour my heart out to the one and only Him. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I too have experienced the loss of my loved ones, hardships and many more large disappointments but the loss of my late father is major and the unexpected falling apart later on was even remarkably worse. It still is. Inexpressible. But as hard as it seems, I am actually glad that I've come to a priceless realisation that I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">didnt </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ctually lose my hope. And upon reading such a great masterpiece of hers convinced me the hope I thought was long gone was actually put somewhere else, not at the right place. How could I lose my hope on Him when He knows best every single event occurring throughout every single phase of my life. *sigh*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So come one, people. Lets just direct all of our expectations, hope, trust and believe to the only Him. Needless to say, He'll never ever fail us. Keep praying, He listens to every single of them. He knows not only the right things for us, but THE BEST. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I heard one said something like this, nothing is perfect but the strive for perfection never ends. But for me, if the struggle of finding perfection will eventually lead me having many sorts of endless expectations, I'd rather say no. From now on, when it comes to one trying so hard to achieve flawless-ness in everything in life, (apart from knowing the perfection is in Him) like Yasmin Mogaheed, I'd proudly say this out loud, '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">this life isn’t perfect; for if it was, what would the next be called?' </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Well Yasmin Mogaheed, thousands of thank you(s) may not be enough, may He bless you and grant you all the happiness in your life. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wasnt that enthusiastic about the trip to be honest because the main reason I should be going there wasnt there anymore. (<a href="http://cupcakes2010.blogspot.com/">makcik</a>, sila muntah darah sekarang!). And I purely followed my housemates' plan, nodding off my head all the time and being 'hmm ok je tak kisah'. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our flight was last Monday, quite early in the morning (7.55) and I didnt sleep the whole night packing things (lame reason ever, come on!haha) So i thought i cud just doze off the moment i got on my seat on the plane. But i guess God decided to tickle us a bit. The flight was delayed for like 2 hours! Even we had to depart from another airport. Thick fog it was. I was so desperate to get some sleep, luckily the coach which brought us to the other airport was quite cosy and comfy that I got some quality nap seriously. Even the flight wasnt that comfy. HAHA.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So Hello Dublin! The funny part, i was praying all the way that we could 'accidentally' bumped into *cough* Shane, Mark or Nicky (westlife lah!) but shame on us, memang tak ah! haha.. so the hungry us when to this buffet restaurant to stuff ourselves with some good food. I felt like eating some beryani actually but the other restaurant was quite far ahead so we ended up there. Rating: 4/10. We had our stomach(s) filled but didnt quite enjoy the food. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Off we went to get some souvenirs and to the park. The buildings are all nice, and the river, the streets somehow i felt like i was in paris and some parts are like london ahh i'm not sure. Too sleepy i cud barely open my eyes let alone to go all excited putting a smile on my face for hundreds of photos. Managed to get some, anyway. And thank God they decided to spend some time at the park, i managed to put my eyes to rest. Thanks Kinah and Tee for your laps so comfy yaww!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-85388457492188481032011-04-02T15:59:00.002+01:002022-12-17T01:43:36.683+00:00Multiple things in 1<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">I just got back from dealing with some toddlers of Malay postgrads students here. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Kinda tired, oops, dont get me wrong, the kids, amazingly they're so behaved and i didnt go through all the hustle even once (read: running here and there) to get their attention. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">But it was the food. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nasi lemak ayam rempah they provided for us. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lemau kejap badan. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">HAHA.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">So that's about it. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Last time I said i wanna try to handle these kids kan? </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">I made it, yeay alhamdulillah. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">But frustlah my fav kiddos tak datang today; </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">the-oh-so-manja Nurin and Kak Yam. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">hmm.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So it's been two weeks, folks! Owh didn i tell you i'm in holidays now? Yea, Easter break. Not gonna tell you for how long you might hate me later. Eh dont you supposed to be hating the uni for giving us this loooong break? ;p</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There're tonnes of things i've been eager to write and i guess i better rant it here before i forget. Yea, that's the whole point of me writing, because some days in the near future i might look back to the live i'd been living and see all the coulours in it (pfft jiwang!) I dont know whether it's just me but when i'm bored, i kinda scroll down all the post; be it on twitter, facebook or even here just to see what i'd been crapping since. Sometimes, it's good to check myself to see whether ive been 'tersasar' or not. Hihi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alright, enough for that, imma recall things on the first week only. I'm afraid it's gonna be too lengthy if i were to pour it all at once here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was all random and a quick decision, we went to sell some food during Warwick games. Yea if you could see my status on facebook with some lame words in it -kebabom, ayam den lapeh, yada yada, yea, that's about it. We had 4 kinds only but penat nak mati! Seriously we went all tired gila luckily we finished early (did you get the hint?LOL) and off we went home, slept like there's no tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And i was supposed to go to UCL for forum perdana the next morning but yea, i guess i dont have to mention what happened. Zzzzzz...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">even until i accidentally skipped my precious Atiqa's 2nd birthday wish. (i'll write about this on a special entry later) -_-'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The crazy me and Su decided to hit Liverpool once again so she bought the Megabus tickets. This time we had quite an important 'mission' (hahaha) and needless to mention, we made it! We found some free tickets kot! All we had to pay was the booking fee for only 50p regardless u bought 5 ke, 6 ke, or even 10 (we're not that tamak la, bought for 6). So BIG thanks to Su for your treat. LOL</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we went <a href="http://www.cheshireoaksdesigneroutlet.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">here</span></a>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">All were so hysterical went in and out from one shop to another. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Gila macam nak tercabut tumit! </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Earlier me and Su was like 'eh, nak tengok-tengok je lah dulu, tak nak beli ape-ape sangat kot' And yea, we didnt buy 'ape-ape sangat pun' LOL. </span><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">I guess i might go there again before i'm going back this summer, so sape-sape nak kirim boleh lah browse thru the site and hit me with your orders i'll think about it kay?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I'll have to gather myself first, find back all those words and points before they escape me.<br />
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Now wait for me, will ya? It wont take so long I promise.<br />
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And owh, I found this on youtube. So beautiful, I nearly cried.<br />
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Yes, I'm taking it seriously since I guess I'm in need of improving my language. So, help me do it. I guess you guys know more than I do on how to you know, comment or criticise. I just hope it'll be more of constructive ones, please..? Not merely on finding mistakes only. But anyway, just do it your way, yea?<br />
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Thanks in advance for your time and of course, effort ;)fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-59114423345427819412011-03-16T14:18:00.000+00:002011-03-16T14:18:38.745+00:00I'm so sorry guyss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOQ1D_upbCRAEX4GG-Avc1ne5YaOkKBNZantXnHRiH4bVecRFqFlDnoHkrgPjYwDUcQI4RqYlcuBMo_EpWAUN9XTjGBEfne7rmQXGwhs39Vi55V2FlDKKmUgE9-0-irvo0DkS3QjqjEE/s1600/195024_1917572258044_1204122286_2319218_3376359_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOQ1D_upbCRAEX4GG-Avc1ne5YaOkKBNZantXnHRiH4bVecRFqFlDnoHkrgPjYwDUcQI4RqYlcuBMo_EpWAUN9XTjGBEfne7rmQXGwhs39Vi55V2FlDKKmUgE9-0-irvo0DkS3QjqjEE/s320/195024_1917572258044_1204122286_2319218_3376359_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Sebab dulu-dulu dekat sekolah, first time usrah ni diperkenalkan dengan cara yang agak 'keras' bagi aku. Apehal extreme sangat neh? Datang usrah confirm nervous punya, reflect balik what i had been doing on that week kang tak pasal-pasal nama kena pick. Usrah bagi aku memang tempat untuk betulkan kesalahan dengan cara mencari-cari salah. Benci oh!<br />
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Bila introduction nye macam tu, macam mana la fikiran ni nak jadi bersih, kan? Dah la tak pernah tau apa konsep yang sebenar-benarnya buta-buta datang terus macam rasa tak nak datang dah lepas tuh. Nak bagi kesedaran based on the top down approach. Terus jump pada kesalahan. And the tradition continued...<br />
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Macam mana lah sesama juniors and seniors tak timbul persepsi. Or even in the same batch. Kalau dah dari akar umbi nye dengan cara kekerasan macam tuh. Yea I admit there're some good things I could dig on, nak ajar hukum-hakam, adab, ilmu fardhu kifayah etc etc sebab benda tu penting. But what I could see was at the end of the day, it was more leaning towards creating groups yang jurangnya, mak ai! Group alim-alim yang sentiasa ada usaha dakwah which a) berhikmah, b) paksa. Lagi satu group sederhana, kiri tak, kanan pun tak. Lastly group yang memang anti perkara-perkara usrah ni.<br />
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What I intend to mention here is why are there such gap? And group anti tuh memang confirm kene chop sampai keluar sekolah. But why? I guess it may seem simple kot, kalau da approach nya macam tu, macam mana orang nak suka kan? Kalau adik usrah lebih takut, lama-lama memang benci ah. Kalau dah yang bagi usrah asyik pandang salah, mana tak yang diberi usrah menyampah ye tak?<br />
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Manusia mana ade sempurna. Jadi daripada berniat nak mengajar, mendidik but at the end of the day timbul endless perception, IMHO i guess lebih baik jadikan perbincangan. Semua orang ada pendapat masing-masing. And please, bukan dengan cara mengambil pengajaran based on others' misbehaviour.<br />
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And bila dekat sini, i was purely shocked on how can the approach be vary! Tak rigid, tak sempit, tak terkongkong dan mengongkong. It's not merely on a small circle discussing on religiously content topics, but it could be any sorts of knowledge, inside and outside books. I could see the values and significance of it.<br />
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I believe, human beings, tak banyak, sikit, mesti akan rasa tercari-cari, sometimes rasa terkapai-kapai sorang-sorang. Rasa kosong. Lepas tu rasa tak ada support system yang betul. And mulalah nak tuding jari pada sekeliling bila perasaan-perasaan tu datang while supposedly diri sendiri yang nak kene luruskan dulu. Why'd i say this? Because I used to be in such state, and I may be, again IF diri sendiri tak nak cari jalan penyelesaian sendiri. And for how long we'd want ourselves to be in such situation?<br />
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One of the biggest solutions is by having this- usrah which i used to look down, and misinterpret the real objectives of it. Bila dah duduk sama-sama, and have the sense of the bond-ness, at least akan rasa gembira, tak rasa kosong, MALU nak fikir benda-benda remeh yang before this duk asyik fikir. Kenapa perlu rasa kosong, buka mata, hati, fikiran luas-luas and pandang sekeliling. Banyak je peluang untuk penuhkan rasa kosong tu. Tinggal nak dengan tak nak je.<br />
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Alhamdulillah, at least I have the sense that the term 'usrah' may never be the same as what I've been introduced back in school. I'm not putting exactly 100% blame on it but of course I felt a bit upset and disappointed of how <i>wrong</i> could the concept be taken by people. And that could be misleading like, forever!<br />
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There's no such thinking as 'eleh, kau ingat kau baik sangat nak berusrah bagai?' or 'hipokrit gila kau usrah bagai' (no offence intended!) No, there's no such thing. At least what I've been experiencing is the eagerness to learn and improve. Rasa pentingnya knowledge yang maybe tak dapat dekat tempat lain and tak pernah tahu pun. Even more surprisingly from the people yang selama ni tak rasa mcam nak kenal pun, at last dia lah yang banyak bagi turning point. No judgement. Kau judge orang, kau ingat orang tak judge kau?<br />
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No poyo-ness intended, (whatever you wanna think). But I'm just so upset of how it'd been misleading inside my brain, pass through my veins all these years.<br />
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I'm just upset that's all.fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-44680714020699631672011-03-15T01:44:00.014+00:002011-11-24T06:55:40.885+00:00How they all ended<div><br />
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Us, joget team, or *cough* jojet. haha Last year we did zapin. No, we didnt call ourselves japin. Haha<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So that's it about Nisa Nasyeed Extravaganza 2011. Big thanks for the warm hospitality, felt so touched. We didnt win, but fair enough to say, I got to know some new faces and got myself out of my usual space. (ceh ceh, ayat nak pujuk hati je!Haha)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The following weekend was as well filled; bonding session with the jojets. Haha baru seminggu je babe! It was actually a surprised one for Arif, he had his birthday on the Saturday. So, sekali lah, birthday party cum jojet gathering. My stomach ached, not only with all the food but the endless jokes from one topic to another. Went all crazy talking about tender makanan, makcik kantin and many more I just couldnt tell, was laughing alone while typing this! @_@</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just thought week 8 would be me slacking off the whole weekend or maybe working on my assignment due the following Thursday (pfft) but it so happened that I had to replace my friend to teach the kids of postgrads'. There're 3 levels of them, Level 1: all the cutey adorable toddlers, level 2: primary school kids, level 3: secondary schoolers. The entire reason is to get them practice Malay language (since some of them were born here) while learning. So i got level three (lepas pulun ber'lat ta li lat' hahaha). And i was given a book; 'Merawat penyakit hati' :O I went all panic thinking what on earth shall I discuss with them, or rather 'teach' them. Terpesong budak ni kang! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But it turned out not so bad. The 10 of them were all so behaved, and quite eager to share and learn. Quite impressive except for those challenging questions I went all sweating to answer, and I had to translate phrases and words I said in Malay language to English! And there's this boy, proudly claimed himself as a British (puke LOL) he's been watching those Malay movies with English subs. Good la for him, at least he's the effort kan. I found it interesting, though. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Week 9; we waved good bye to one of our lecturers since he's back to his place in Argentina, dealing with those students and school syllabus there. He was once an education officer (dealing with school syllabus) back in his country.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He kept telling us that he's been disfavoured by his students for some reasons, maybe because of the pile of works he often gave or he's just plain strict. Well, I cant tell. I kinda like the way he maintains the students-teacher relationship no matter how close he'd have been or funny at times, at the end of the day, he could just say 'hey, I'm your teacher and you're my students'. Not so authoritative ,knows where he stands and so does he want the students. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend was spent in Sheffield, the nasyid competition for guys pulak but the whole point was to meet my old friend from my co-curricular trip to Medan back in 2004. I met her last year, during Notts Games and we met again in Leeds and I said to her I'd come over to visit. So I made it.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Maybe,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I didnt mention you much in my prayer. Yes, you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Too paranoid.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Touch the ground</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Live the life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Make a mistake!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Wake up!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*slaps face*</span></div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-33788140734969498832011-02-27T22:00:00.003+00:002011-02-27T22:07:22.453+00:00Meet Nina<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n0yzfFdxfxE?fs=1" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Adorable gila >.<</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been awhile since we found her on youtube. Yea, I am <i>that </i>obsessed with her. She's so lovely, cool je. She knew that her father's recording her tapi takdelah nak gedik2 manja depan camera. She's just being herself. And that made me melt. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am not the only one yang suka dia. In fact, ramai je yang kipas susah mati sampai tahap nak tulis research papers pun kene hadap video dia dulu. HAHA..Well at least I'm not that bad lah, kalau bosan or mood tak berapa nak baik baru terketar-ketar cari. But anyway, I think semua orang pun boleh fall for her ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. This is one of my fav, setakat ni lah kan.Hahaha.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Banyak lagi her vids.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Go watch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>There was once this person, who's very well-known and respected because of his good manner and attitude. People regarded him as a <b>good</b> person, somebody to look up to upon anything, to be taken examples of. This person, treated others very well, never did he let others down. Never broke promises, always put others before him. He's a pleasure to the people around him. He's a benchmark for everything good. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Until it happened. He was feeling tired of mending other's hearts until he forgot his. He was way beyond himself. He felt he's been thinking about others too much until he couldnt take it any longer. He didnt want to be the person who sacrificed, he wanted so badly to have somebody do the sacrifice for him this time. Never did he realised he was changing. He, who used to be the listener and problem solver of others' has now becoming ignorant. He couldnt care less about whatever things he felt unnecessary, or rather unrelated to him. The bubble which was once protected him finally popped. He broke apart. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>And there they gone, all the good values which were so much defining him those days. He, was never regarded as such. Any more.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>There was this person who always broke the morality rules of living his life. Many accused him of an immoral, ignorant, and so much of negative attitudes. He was the benchmark, of how <b>bad</b> a person is, and how terrible human being could be. He was never respected. People tend to look down on him. Regardless of how fine he was dealing with his own life and own problems, he was never a good person to others. Because he was reckless, he couldnt care less about what others might think of him, of how others treated him. He's just being himself. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until one day, he's just tired. Of being regarded as bad, being displeased because of how he mistreated others. He wanted to change, so he started to approach the people around him, differently. Like how they wanted him to treat them. And he's well accepted later on. People tend to change their perception and realised how wrong </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">they </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">gone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">all this while. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I believe we've been dealing with such situations so much in life. Be it like the first story or the other one. Or maybe way different from the two, yet still under the two extremes in life- good and bad. It's either we're good or bad, it's more likely to be defined by the way we live our life, specifically by the way we treat others. Or to be more specific, through the eyes of others'. I may not be exactly true in this. But neither am I totally wrong by saying this, am I?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the truth is, neither of us can be exactly on the two extremes; being 100% good, or 100% bad. It's like a continuum, whether it's leaning towards the good side or the opposite, do self -check. We can never say we're <i>exactly </i>good or bad because it's something we can't measure, theoretically or practically. And the same thing if we were to point on others; tell me on what basis can we say someone is a good or bad person? Is it something to do with what we're doing or living? If someone acts the same like us,up to our liking, then we can say s/he is good. Or, if someone does something out of our preference or favour, we regard them as the other way round? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lesson learnt. I was once who used to picture life through a small scope. I used to picture someone as good (or bad) through certain actions s/he did, not through the whole picture. I was rigid in that sense. Or probably still, but anyway, I now know, life isnt only about things revolving around within my own bubble. Life is more than what could we expect. And more exactly isnt about how we perceived things based on our own judgement. it's about considering other facts as well. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Therefore, I shall say, we can never have a perception or rather specific expectations on anything or anyone around us. Because those two could be baseless. Well, if it <i>is</i> based on something, tell me if it <i>isn't </i>of any kind of our own judgement (or emotion). Or tell me, exactly, if it's based on what's been mentioned in the Quran. But then, even if someone's act is not up to what is written in the Quran, shall we regard that person as bad?No, we can never say that I believe. Read: The continuum of the two extremes. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Going back to story 1, that person is regarded as good <b>based on</b> how others perceived him as, through the way he treated others. And by that, we shall say, there are expectations and perceptions on him from others, yes? And at some point he realised he was living on other's way of living. He just felt he'd given so much. So, he changed. And he's no longer a good person, again, according to the people surrounded him. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so as the second story. I wonder what could happen if he slips off one day. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I dare to say, it's rather simple. Because of those perceptions we have on others. Be it as an individual towards others or as one of those towards an individual. We want everything to be as what we expected. We live on expectations. We tend to conform to certain ways of living and yea,as much as I hate to admit; thinking.That's why things in 1 and 2 happened. We got tired sometimes thinking too much about pleasing others or being displeased by others. We easily got frustrated of caring too much.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those kind of ways wont bring us far anywhere, but will come back, reaching for us, and hurt us if we were to think too much about it. (Speaking of experiences). So the point is now, lets just deal with it in different approaches, maybe? I'm not saying that we couldnt care less about others, but try not to engage our thinking too much upon it. Remember, NO ONE are <i>exactly</i> good or bad,including ourselves. So if we aren't, then why expect it from other people?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">p/s-Another lesson learnt: We can never be wrong to hate one's attitude</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. But to <i>disfavour</i> one because of that, is <i>exactly </i>wrong. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Someone asked me to do a review on the book I've yet finished reading. I'm no good in reviewing though, but I'll try. Soon, yea?InsyaAllah.</span></div>fadhillahbakrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11462975395631316422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490508178786316738.post-28911980669664124982011-02-11T23:53:00.000+00:002011-02-11T23:53:08.522+00:00All praises to Allah<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'<i>'Di tengah-tengah kalian terdapat zaman kenabian, atas izin Allah ia tetap ada.</i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><i> Lalu Dia akan mengangkatnya jika Dia berkehendak mengangkatnya. Kemudian akan ada Khilafah yang mengikuti manhaj kenabian. Ia ada dan atas izin Allah ia akan tetap ada. Lalu Dia akan mengangkatnya jika Dia berkehendak mengangkatnya. Kemudian akan ada kekuasaan (kerajaan) yang zalim; ia juga ada dan atas izin Allah ia akan tetap ada. Lalu Dia akan mengangkatnya jika Dia berkehendak mengangkatnya. Kemudian akan ada kekuasaan (kerajaan) diktator yang menyengsarakan; ia juga ada dan atas izin Alah akan tetap ada. Selanjutnya akan ada kembali Khilafah yang mengikuti manhaj kenabian.” Beliau kemudian diam. (HR Ahmad dan al-Bazar).</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i>Allah SWT berfirman: “Allah telah berjanji kepada orang-orang yang beriman dan mengerjakan amal-amal sholeh di antara kalian, bahwa Dia sungguh-sungguh akan menjadikan mereka berkuasa di muka bumi, sebagaimana Dia telah menjadikan orang-orang sebelum mereka berkuasa.Sungguh Dia akan meneguhkan bagi mereka agama yang telah di ridhai-Nya untuk mereka, dan Dia benar-benar akan menukar (keadaan) mereka sesudah mereka berada dalam ketakutan menjadi aman sentosa. Mereka tetap menyembah-Ku dengan tidak mempersekutukan Aku dengan sesuatupun. Siapa saja yang (tetap) kafir sesudah aman (janji) itu, maka mereka itulah orang-oarang yang fasik“ </i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">Domino effect?Butterfly effect?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><br />
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