tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456284043122573922024-03-21T11:18:36.580-07:00.K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-25309884154082578552017-01-25T11:39:00.001-08:002017-01-25T11:39:37.388-08:00Just.It's been a while since I last updated by blog. Life happened. I graduated and furthered my study in MBA and now I'm in my last semester. I'll be finishing my study this coming June and graduating by September.<br />
<br />
For all this while, I've been good. I'm feeling better about myself too. More confident I guess. Though I still hit rock bottom sometimes. but it passes very quickly.<br />
<br />
I still don't know what I want to do with my life. No dreams, just wandering through life recklessly. Sometimes, I think if it's okay to live life like this. Am I taking life as a joke? I don't know. I don't know.<br />
<br />
I think, it's just not my time yet. Maybe something life-changing will come some day. Maybe my life will finally change then. Maybe I'll feel even better about myself when that time comes.<br />
<br />
You know how everyone has their own timezone right? Yeah, I still haven't found mine.K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-25424871891779055792016-02-07T00:27:00.001-08:002016-02-07T00:27:41.898-08:00UntitleI think the saddest thing of all is when you realise that memories can't be revived. Some live in good memories in hope to always remember the feelings when they were in it. However, it fades. Both; the feelings and the memories. It's sad, isn't it? To know that things that you love will soon pass and be forgotten. Life....., is like that.K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-67755510460797283872015-03-20T11:02:00.001-07:002015-03-20T11:07:44.696-07:00Pilgrimage.<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 14px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Harini akak nak kongsi pengalaman sikit. Akak start pakai tudung betul betul dah lewat lah kira. Time tu umur 16 tahun. Reason? Sebab malu dengan kawan kawan semua dah pakai tudung. Mama akak cakap, walaupun reason awal tak betul, takpe. Nanti lama lama, benda tu jadi habit. Niat kita pun lama lama akan berubah untuk Allah swt. Macam kita kecik kecik. Dulu first time solat pun bukan sebab nak solat sangat kan? Sebab takut kena marah dengan Papa ke abah ke kan? Tapi sekarang bila dah jadi habit, niat pun dah sebab Allah swt kan? Tapi dulu walaupun dah pakai tudung, pakaian still ketat. Jadi perempuan, semua benda nak tunjuk. Aset atas nak tunjuk. Aset bawah pun nak tunjuk. Seronok bila orang pandang. Rasa macam "Cantiklah kot harini." Padahal, bukan ada pun asetnya. Padahal bukan cantik pun. Masya Allah betapa taktahunya time tu. Tapi bila dah tahu. Allah, sungguh malu. Taktahu nak letak muka kat mana. Lelaki, mata dia merayap. Mata dia boleh zoom in zoom out. Kita pakai baju elok tutup aurat pun dia boleh scan apatah lagi kalau kita pakai baju yang kurang kain. Kat situ, dosa kita ada. Sebab kita tahu aurat kena tutup, tapi kita tak tutup. Sepanjang kita kat luar, sepanjang kita tak tutup aurat, sepanjang itu jugak dosa berjalan. Setiap saat. Setiap mili saat. Dosa kita dikira. Dosa kita dicatat. Bila dah tahu, malu dengan Allah swt start masuk dalam hati. Slow slow, akak start pakai baju muslimah. Mula mula pakai, normal lah reaksi "Euw baju apa ni. Labuh. Panas lah." Membebel itu ini. Tapi sebab takut dengan Allah swt, pakai jugak. Tahanlah panas. Nak ubah habit, susah sayang. Sebab tu kena take it slow. Boleh nak berubah laju laju macam kereta api ekspres kalau kita yakin hati dan iman kita sudah kuat. Macam akak, akak take it slow. Takut nanti berubah hati. Alhamdulillah setakat ni okay lagi. Lepas beberapa bulan, Allah swt bukakan pintu hati untuk try pakai jubah. Jubah ni dia ada banyak type. Ada yang banyak banyak manik. Harga sampai beratus. Beli yang mahal sebab nak cantik. Tu lah hati tak kuat lagi. Sepatutnya niat beli jubah nak tutup aurat kerana Allah swt bukan nak cantik. Niat separuh dah betul, separuh lagi masih terpesong. Lucu kalau ingat balik. Lama lama bila diri dah sedar, Ya Allah membazirnya aku beli jubah mahal. Ada je jubah murah. Setakat nak tutup aurat, tak kisahlah murah pun. Nanti kat Padang Mahsyar, Allah swt tak tanya, kita ni dulu tutup aurat pakai kain rate mana? Rate A ke B? Harga berapa? Mahal ke murah? Dia tak tanya semua tu. Sejak dari tu, akak pun dah tak kisah dah pasal harga jubah. Beli mana yang berkenan di hati. Takde nak manik manik bagai dah. Tapi akak takdelah all the time pakai jubah. Insya Allah, one day. Amin. Cuma sekarang, dah tak pakai ketat dah. Kalau pakai yang nampak bentuk badan sikit, terus rasa tak selesa. Even kalau cousin lelaki datang rumah, alhamdulillah hati terus terniat nak pakai tudung. Itulah nak cakap. Habit susah nak mati. Tapi bila dah mati, masya Allah it is the easiest thing ever. Ada habit baru, yang lebih baik. Alhamdulillah. Nanti adik adik carilah habit baru yang lebih baik jugak ya :)</span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 14px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 14px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Terkadang bila kita sudah ada habit baru yang lebih baik, kerana Allah swt sayangkan kita, dia datangkan kita dengan ujian. Maka, terdetiklah dihati kita. "Aku solat. Dia tak solat. Aku pakai tudung, dia tak pakai tudung. Aku pakai baju labuh, dia pakai baju ketat. Aku lebih baik dari dia." Ya Allah mintak jauhlah dari hati menjadi riak dan takbur. Sayang hilang macam tu je pahala. Jangan pernah rasa diri kita lebih baik sebab riak adalah amalan syaitan. Apa beza kita dengan syaitan kalau kita pun buat amalan yang syaitan amalkan? Kalau terdetik sedikit pun, cepat cepat hilangkan rasa tu. Istighfar. Mintak ampun dengan Allah swt. <br><div><br></div><div>Pesanan.</div><div><br></div><div>Kadang kadang rasa malu. Lima waktu sehari selepas solat, kita tadah tangan merayu dengan Allah swt. Nak itu, nak ini. Tapi kita, apa yang Allah swt nak jarang kita nak ikutkan. Buat dek je. Ignore je. Esok esok lah. Nantilah, tak sampai hidayah lagi. Sayang, hidayah tu dah lama sampai. Tapi kita ni takde usaha nak kuatkan hati untuk berubah pun. Kalau rasa dah ada, jangan ignore perasaan tu. Tak buat terus tak apa. Tapi ubah sikit sikit. Insya Allah, Allah swt tolong kuatkan hati. Jangan sampai Allah swt merajuk dengan kita. Jangan sampai Dia tarik balik hidayah. Jangan sampai Dia dah tak bagi hidayah dah kat kita. </div></div>K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-43779661017493564482014-07-29T06:24:00.003-07:002014-07-29T06:24:43.252-07:00Untitledlove is strange<br />
love is difficult<br />
love is a catastrophe<br />
love is loveK R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-39264626017885072672014-07-29T06:23:00.003-07:002014-09-26T02:01:45.577-07:00Untitledtrust me when i say;<br>
"i'm trying my best"<br>
i'm sorry for my inability<br>
to satisfy everyone<br>
<br>
i'm sorry that life's difficult<br>
not just for me<br>
but for everyone<br>
that i love so dearly<br>
<br>
i wish i can ease your pain<br>
and tell you that<br>
all of these<br>
will soon pass<br>
<br>
but i can't<br>
and i'm sorry for that too<br>
because i can't convince either you<br>
or myself<div><br></div><div>n.m<br>
<br>
<br></div>K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-4043888880375096102013-10-31T11:41:00.002-07:002013-10-31T11:43:07.705-07:00I see & I hearI keep seeing you in my dreams,<br />
I ask, are you following me?<br />
Funny, how when you mutter the words,<br />
I couldn't hear you.<br />
<br />
I see you when I am stalking the stars and the moon,<br />
I see you when I am walking in between the flowers,<br />
I see you when I am eating my red velvet cake as desert, <br />
I see you when I am closing my eyes trying to sleep.<br />
<br />
I keep hearing your footsteps,<br />
I ask, why are you here?<br />
Ironic, how when I start to feel you,<br />
You are disappearing with every touch I make.<br />
<br />
I hear your heart beats slowly and steady,<br />
I hear the sound you make when you are breathing,<br />
I hear the thumping blood vessels under your skin,<br />
I hear your bones straining under your body weight.<br />
<br />
n.m K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-64706310375594407792013-10-31T11:30:00.004-07:002013-10-31T11:30:50.916-07:00UntitledHis inside is torn up,<br />
But he pretends like it is nothing,<br />
I walk pass him with a smile,<br />
I know my kind of people too well.<br />
<br />
He is always closing his eyes,<br />
Like everything in this world hurts,<br />
And he is avoiding them,<br />
By closing his eyes.<br />
<br />
He is always on his headphone,<br />
Like every noise heard,<br />
Could tear his inside,<br />
Into a cold bloody war.<br />
<br />
He is always in a dark clothes,<br />
Dark sweatshirt and dark pants,<br />
With dark journal and dark novel,<br />
It is making him a dark person.<br />
<br />
n.mK R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-16959967071779026262013-10-31T11:25:00.001-07:002013-10-31T11:25:24.239-07:00UntitledShe was the kind of beautiful that is hard to explain,<br />
Like a broken mirror, for example,<br />
Reflecting her own image,<br />
Cutting her own skin,<br />
Beautiful in her own.<br />
<br />
n.m K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-17879407795986469842013-10-31T11:21:00.005-07:002013-10-31T11:21:49.744-07:00UntitledYou should write a love story, they said.<br />
How could I.... when I am so far away from being in love?<br />
But your words are pretty.<br />
Maybe because I have been falling in unrequited love too frequently. <br />
<br />
n.mK R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-65257106096177774342013-10-31T11:19:00.000-07:002013-10-31T11:19:06.425-07:00UntitledI don't believe in love and peace.<br />
Love could only exists when hearts aren't broken.<br />
And peace could only exists when wars are stopped.<br />
Until then, I don't believe in love and peace.<br />
<br />
n.m K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-79508535016918268072013-10-31T11:16:00.002-07:002013-10-31T11:16:54.678-07:00UntitledIf this epiphany about you is true, I want it to hit me a thousand times.K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-86948623225906483882013-10-31T11:15:00.003-07:002013-10-31T11:15:43.952-07:00UntitledBeautiful things aren't real, she said.<br />
I wonder if she knew that she was talking about herself.<br />
That if beautiful things aren't real, how could she exist and be real?<br />
<br />
n.mK R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-16958876669623498782013-10-31T11:13:00.003-07:002013-10-31T11:13:48.505-07:00Untitled.There is too much love for you,<br />
And here I am,<br />
Barely existing in your eyes,<br />
Can I fix that?<br />
<br />
My world and yours,<br />
There is too much width and length,<br />
I can't be there,<br />
And you can't be here.<br />
<br />
My heart for you,<br />
I am giving it all,<br />
Because it will never be enough,<br />
To prove my love for you.<br />
<br />
n.m<br />
<br />K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-28056697149212037322013-10-17T12:45:00.002-07:002013-10-17T12:45:56.241-07:00Personal Post #1<div style="text-align: justify;">
I am sitting here on my bed with my legs tightly close to my chest and my laptop in front of me. It's 3.24 in the morning and it's funny how times like this that I really feel the need to write words. But, I guess that is me. I don't feel anything until it is 3.24 in the morning and I am sad. I am shifting my right leg because it makes me numb to sit in this form for an hour long already.</div>
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Today, I accompanied my best friend to her boyfriend's sister's wedding. It was such a nice wedding with yellow and grey theme. Weddings are always nice to attend; simply because it is all about happiness. At least on that very day. I say that because not all weddings last as long as we think, like my parents for example.</div>
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Funny, how I think about all these things when it is clearly the time I should be soundly asleep. But I am a night person as in I am not a morning person. I rarely write on my blog because I think blog is not so very personal, but I have been meaning to write, truly. I guess, I am just out of ideas. But tonight, I just want to scribble whatever wanders in my mind and write.</div>
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Would that be okay?</div>
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I hope it is.</div>
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I went there with my other two best friends; boys, which makes us four. So, when we were eating at the wedding, my best friend's boyfriend sat with us and he rarely talked. I knew this side of him already. Today was not my first time seeing him, it was the second. And, I can conclude that he is not very talkative. On our way home, we talked about how compatible my best friend is with her boyfriend as it was the first time my other two best friends seeing him. That is the thing with my best friends whenever we see each others' girlfriend or boyfriend. We say what we need to say, if s(he) is a nice person or not and then the word of approval comes along.</div>
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I think that is nice. To be approved by your best friends to be in a relationship because best friends know us best.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
Boy 1: He is nice.</div>
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Boy 2: He is.</div>
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Girl 1: But he is quite, isn't he?</div>
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Boy 2: That is how this works. You are talkative so you get the one who is quite. That is how you guys matched.</div>
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Me: /Most of the times, I keep quite and listen to their talks because I don't really talk. I look out the window and wonder what kind of person would be compatible with me/</div>
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Girl 1: I guess it is.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Me: Do you think I would get a talkative or quite guy?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
They: .................................</div>
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Me: Because I am not too quite and not too talkative?</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
They: That is our answers.</div>
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Girl 1: <i><b>You are hard to figure.</b></i> I just figured that out.</div>
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So, that is me. Even my best friends don't know what kind of person I am. Like they say almost all the time, "You are hard to figure."</div>
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<br /></div>
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Am I? </div>
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K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-22786002064014442662013-05-05T09:42:00.001-07:002013-05-05T09:42:34.088-07:00Rant<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, hey guys. It's been awhile I guess. </div>
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I basically have nothing to say here. I'm thinking of posting new pictures of my favorite bands but I don't think half of my readers (if there is any, of course), know them. Like they aren't even popular. They don't hit millions of views on Youtube until yesterday. I am so glad their music is finally recognizable to few people. They hit a million views on Youtube yesterday and I mean that is a big deal to me okay. </div>
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Enough with bands talk. Cause I know Imma rant about them all nights and days and my stories of them will never have an ending. Call me a crazy fangirl but who cares, music is my fucking life.</div>
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Oh yeah, we're having General Election today, which is kinda annoying to me. These are my reasons;</div>
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<li>There is too much of little talks. Just shut up and do your job as the people of Malaysia. I have no idea why there is a need to talk about their opponents' weaknesses. That is just bullshit.</li>
<li>Most annoying little talks are from people who aren't even eligible to vote, I mean underage teenagers who get like emotional on Facebook and Twitter and all social networks and I'm like wow where is my popcorn lemme scroll my timeline and watch dramas there is so many.</li>
<li>I was on my way home with my parents like few days ago and there was this flashmob around my city which was a lot more annoying because they were disturbing traffics and our car got stopped in the middle of the road by a motorcycle, who was trying to give ways to their people because of the flashmob. You get what I mean? That was just so immoral and unethical to me. If you wanna have campaigns or flashmobs, go ahead and have it your way I don't care but please, it's just so wrong to give others troubles. If you can't even lead your own people and followers, how can you expect yourself to lead a country?</li>
</ol>
Fullstop.<br />
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<br />K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-67495776626981788892013-04-26T11:41:00.004-07:002013-04-26T11:41:34.047-07:00Virginia Woolf: A Legend<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is her suicide note she left to her husband just before she drowned herself in a river by putting stones in her coat's pockets.</div>
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Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go
through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what
seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible
happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't
think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease
came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life,
that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't
even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all
the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me
and incredibly good. I want to say that—everybody knows it. If anybody
could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me
but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any
longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have
been. </div>
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V.</div>
K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-33991675650372452712013-04-26T11:39:00.003-07:002013-09-17T08:35:22.849-07:00Siblings<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">
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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">So,
I
just watched Heroes and I would like to share something in here even
though
this would probably be read by nobody except me. There is Peter and
Nathan, two
siblings with abilities of flying and absorbing others’ powers. It
sounds
ridiculous, I know. But if you have watched this drama series, I believe
you
would know that everything I’m saying makes sense. But, I’m not here to
talk
about their abilities. I’m here to talk about their relationship as
brothers
who love each other so much not even the sky could reach their amount of
love if
it is to be measured by sky and earth. And somehow, something occurs to
the
older brother, Nathan who decided to let go of his brother’s hand just
after he
jumped off a building. Here it is, Peter who needs to let go of his only
brother's hand and Nathan, who has to let go his life because he
couldn't take any second of it. Not anymore. And that very moment, their
last conversation wrenches
my heart. Letting go is a very hard task for a human being to work on.
But,
sometimes, letting go is the only way out of our miserable life and I
think of
what would have happened if my brother jumps off a building and I save
him but
he doesn’t want to be saved? I think we have been through a lot, almost
everything and I think maybe I could skip death but nobody skips death.
Nobody,
not even the livings can keep on being in denial after the loved ones’
death.</span></div>
K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-84398976455114394122013-02-08T08:06:00.001-08:002013-02-09T04:02:27.561-08:00Is that a compliment or an insult ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, I tweeted "Do, we girls, have to cry when we get married ? 'Cause I think most of them cry." And she, this Rasyiqah Razali replied to me saying that I keep talking about marriage this few weeks. Well, I guess I do because I think marriage is just a weird kinda of relationship where you live together and I don't think I can do that. It's scary, somehow to me. And I think it's weird when girls cry just after they got married. I mean isn't it supposed to be the happiest day of your life ? Why would you cry on your happiest day in your life ? And I told her, I don't think I can cry. Not because I don't want to but because I can't. And she said those words to me. </div>
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"Hahaha. Kau unik. Lain dari yang lain."</div>
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"Hahaha, you're unique. Different from the others."</div>
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I asked her, "Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult ?" because people have been calling me words such as 'weird' and 'unique' these days. I asked her because I tend to think negatively on others' thought on me, even if they say something good about me. You see, I'm not used to compliments but I'm not used to insults too, so I don't know if being called unique is something I should be proud of .... or something I should feel bad of.</div>
K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-76086057891012859562013-02-07T09:09:00.001-08:002013-02-07T09:10:33.710-08:00People Are Awesome 2013<br />
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My first few words after I watched this video: OH MY GOD !</div>
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And Oh My God, I got chills while I was watching this video. It makes me feel like we're human but it's not possible to do something that other people think as impossible. There are a lot of scenes that I would consider as very dangerous. And to even have thought to do those scenes is just inexplicably awesome. You see, challenges make what humans are. With challenges like those displayed in the video, we grow up to find the real meaning in life. I would do those scenes, like for real. Roller coaster is nothing to me now. I like how the gravity affects our body, give us chills in a very good way. <i>Appreciation of life is what comes after. We only live once, but if you do it right, one is enough.</i></div>
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It's been awhile that I have this dream; sky-diving. I think sky-diving is cool, like you can be in air, see as much of picturesque view as nature can offer, breathe the view like it was created only for you. I wonder what it feels like to feel like you can fly, be on air, where absolutely no one knows you because there is only you up there. <i>I think the day I learn to fly, I'm not coming back to this world, to this land.</i></div>
<br />K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-57767259097361247032013-02-06T05:38:00.001-08:002013-02-06T05:40:08.637-08:00Little Things<br />
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<br />
Your hand fits in mine
<br />
Like it's made just for me
<br />
But bear this in mind
<br />
It was meant to be
<br />
And I'm joining up the dots
<br />
With the freckles on your cheeks
<br />
And it all makes sense to me<br />
<br />
I know you've never loved
<br />
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
<br />
You've never loved
<br />
Your stomach or your thighs
<br />
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
<br />
But I'll love them endlessly
<br />
<br />
(Chorus)
<br />
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
<br />
But if I do, it's you,
<br />
Oh it's you,
<br />
They add up to
<br />
I'm in love with you,
<br />
And all these little things
<br />
<br />
You can't go to bed,
<br />
Without a cup of tea,
<br />
And maybe that's the reason
<br />
That you talk, in your sleep
<br />
And all those conversations
<br />
Are the secrets that I keep
<br />
Though it makes no sense to me
<br />
<br />
I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape
<br />
You never want to know how much you weigh
<br />
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
<br />
But, you're perfect to me
<br />
<br />
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
<br />
But if it's true,
<br />
It's you,
<br />
It's you,
<br />
They add up to
<br />
I'm in love with you,
<br />
And all these little things
<br />
<br />
You'll never love yourself
<br />
Half as much as I love you
<br />
You'll never treat yourself right, darlin'
<br />
But I want you to,
<br />
If I let you know, I'm here for you,
<br />
Maybe you'll love yourself,
<br />
Like I love you
<br />
Oh
<br />
<br />
And I've just let these little things
<br />
Slip, out of my mouth,
<br />
'Cause it's you, oh it's you,
<br />
It's you,
<br />
They add up to
<br />
And I'm in love with you,
<br />
And all these little things,
<br />
<br />
I won't let these little things <br />
Slip, out of my mouth,
<br />
But if it's true,
<br />
It's you, it's you,
<br />
They add up to,
<br />
I'm in love with you,
<br />
And all your little thingsK R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-74418133132115186192013-01-24T07:57:00.002-08:002013-01-24T07:59:54.080-08:00People and MePeople are talking <br />
I watch them delivering word by word<br />
For the world to listen<br />
I think this is people<br />
<br />
I am listening<br />
To every word they are saying<br />
I love that they are talking to me<br />
I think this is me<br />
<br />
Some are saying how pathetic their lives are<br />
Some are saying "My life is full of hatred to myself"<br />
I am thinking, absorbing<br />
This is people and this is me<br />
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Sincerely written by;</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Nia Mustika</span></div>
K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-90535724989178373002013-01-24T05:44:00.000-08:002013-01-24T07:58:08.026-08:00Filthy World<a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/48254212/tumblr_mg4yawHcv21rsvwzdo1_r5_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/48254212/tumblr_mg4yawHcv21rsvwzdo1_r5_500_large.jpg" width="246" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">She says the darkness has her </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She's just a scared little girl </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Who somehow loves the darkness</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And soon she will become one too</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">She falls in love with everything</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">In this new world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She says this is her world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She doesn't want to crawl out from this world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />Darkness caresses her skin like a silk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She feels loved and safe and beautiful</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She thinks it's okay if she has to leave this filthy world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She's prepared for that</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sincerely written by;</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Nia Mustika</span></span></div>
K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-70082232689216654662013-01-18T23:00:00.000-08:002013-01-18T23:00:35.420-08:00Books and Thoughts<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sometimes, I go to the old bookstores, only with one reason; because bookstores make me feel a lot of emotions that I need. It feels like I'm taking a huge foot step between two different worlds. From the one with no emotion at all except nervousness into the one fulls of emotions. I like the world I step my foot into. I like how everything is so new to me. I like how I can learn a lot of things through the new world.</div>
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I want to spend my life with reading books but somehow, times envies me so much that my time spent for reading is becoming lesser nowadays and I think that makes me sad. For once in my life I wish we would have more than 365 days in a year, more than 12 months in a year, more than 31 days in a month, more than 24 hours a day, more than 60 minutes in an hour and more than 60 seconds in a minute. I want to spend the more with reading.</div>
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When I read, I learn a lot of new things and my thoughts keep changing from this to this and at one moment I think I need to keep thinking so that I can be alive. Thinking makes me feel like I'm alive. But, sometimes, I hate myself that I am constantly thinking about a lot of things, even on things that are unnecessary to others.</div>
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A year ago, I read this one book and there was this one thought in my mind. I thought I wanted to be an atheist. Atheist is a faith where you only believe things you can observe or see which is impossible to me because I am a Muslim and I believe Allah swt exists even if I couldn't see Him with my own eyes. His creations are all over the world, his greatest revelation with the existence of Al-Quran explains a lot of things in this whole universe. I believe in Him because I can read what was revealed in Al-Quran.</div>
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<b><i>"When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.<br />
“Oh, sure you know,” the photographer said.<br />
“She wants,” said Jay Cee wittily, “to be everything."</i></b></div>
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<b><i>— Sylvia Plath,<em> The Bell Jar</em></i></b></div>
<br />K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-41660236026455315682012-12-25T06:11:00.002-08:002012-12-25T06:11:15.960-08:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/4448493/?claim=92qc44b6keq">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>K R I Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05378903978339614008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145628404312257392.post-29106693702700449502012-10-25T10:15:00.001-07:002012-10-25T10:15:17.561-07:00Feelings and Silence<br />
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Feelings can be too scattered sometimes</div>
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So scattered I don't know what I should feel anymore</div>
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It's too empty, it hurts</div>
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Something hollowed inside</div>
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And there's nothing you can do about it</div>
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Silence kills me slowly</div>
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Thoughts are screaming</div>
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It makes me go deaf</div>
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I want to say something</div>
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But, the person in me say no</div>
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So, I stop</div>
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I say goodbye to October</div>
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May November greats me with happiness</div>
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Cause I've forgotten what it feels like to be happy</div>
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Maybe just a glimpse of the feel</div>
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Maybe just for a second of the feel</div>
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Just so I can feel again.</div>
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Feelings and Silence,</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">By Nia Mustika </span></div>
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