Congratulations,

your accumulated actions indirect or not, have resulted to the very opposite of what you've been wanting to achieve. i now. officially. hate you.

21

This year has been said by many to be a year of great significance. Many before me have shared with me their experiences of being 21 years of age and have pictured it to me to be of crazy parties, awesome adventures, travelling,etc. It is considered to be as an age of freedom, an age of supposed maturity. The climax of young adulthood. Being an observer of 3 older, different individuals, i have seen accounts of incidents and experiences from my siblings i have found to be useful and grateful to learn from. From this, i have successfully been able to watch over my steps and learn from their mistakes. Their mistakes to me, were that, they got caught.

And yes, i might as well admit, there is very much more to me than meets the eye. My hands have been occasionally covered in dirt. But the more i did it because i thought it was what i was supposed to do as a young adult, the more i feel it was never necessary to try in the first place. I have so many things to be grateful for, and that includes the fact that i'm still breathing while i'm typing this. My life is so consumed by the needs of me to fulfill  and conform to the typical phase of society that i don't realize how they can only give me this temporal, limited, form of happiness. At one point i was in so much fear of being lost off track. I am so grateful i can still find my way back. I will always want something more. It is of human nature. But consuming it from something that will corrupt you will never be satisfying enough.

I have been lost and found and lost again once more. and i will and always try to find myself at a place where i truly belong. I have immersed myself time and time again in depths of sin and even when i try to console myself that this is who i am, deep inside, i know it's not.I am not under any specific category. My identity will always be in conflict between what i want and what i need instead but until the last breath that i draw, i will keep trying. that is a promise that i will make for myself. A promise i know i will surely keep.

So i've found some colour,

It seems to be forever since my last post. but i wish not to come up with something melancholic today. No. Today , on this very fine Saturday afternoon, i choose to look forward. Unexpectedly, I should thank mr Fadzril Zin to have introduced me to hugelol.com because through this innocent introduction, i found some colour. This colour that i used to have. that reminded me to live my life. to have pure, uncorrupted adventure. That showed me again the reason why i want to work so hard. to live independently. to see the world.

So upon, scrolling down to hugelol.com, my eyes focused on a picture, revealing a cave so huge, a cave that has a jungle in it, and with it had its own mist of clouds. I was immediately intrigued. I opened google and searched for it. Hang Son Doong Cave of Vietnam. The largest cave pathway in the world.

And with that, it showed me just how tiny a speck i am in this big world. It overwhelmed me, intimidated me, consumed my thoughts and made me ponder on things that i've done and the things i could've done instead. I felt in need to liberate myself from these chains of something i merely thought was significant in my life. When it was also, indeed, just another element in life to trick me of my priorities. Suddenly i felt in need.. 

To Live.

 What surprised me more in the national geographic article i read just now was that, before this, the biggest cave pathway in the world was, with mild surprise,  the Deer Cave of Sarawak, Malaysia. I must admit I've never been to Malaysian Borneo, (which i find to be such a shame, really). Upon one of the things i wanted to cross out of my list  (Rainforest Festival and Mount Kinabalu), i can now put the deer cave into the category.

Its not as majestic, but it's damn well near it. and knowing the adventurer's blood that courses through my body *eceh*, i was immediately thankful that it was in Malaysia. It only means that my dream is so much closer to being reality, and InsyaAllah, it will be. If not by myself, it will be with my husband-to-be. whoever that is, (:

hee, 

xx

once upon a few weeks ago,

Its gloomy;  the wrinkles on my forehead appear more visible the more i focus on the feeling that bubbles from the bottom of my heart. It is not the fact that i did not see my bestfriend today. It is not the fact that i did not see the one i really missed today. It is not that coincidentally, i did not see the familliar faces that usually comes to the same spot to have lunch today. . No, it's none of that.  I try to dig dipper into this feeling. This feeling of vast emptiness. Like a desert, parched with the need for water. Like an empty sky. without clouds and without stars.

And then i see it. From afar, like one beaming light , slowly burning my gaze and blinding my sight. It is loneliness. And when i mentally grasped the idea, suddenly everything feels dead. and i feel so cold. Cold, rigid. and for some reason paranoid. Involuntarily,i realised my hand fetches for the last thing it thought would provide comfort. The small blue bottle with still half of the perfume glittered and i see the perfume sloshing inside while my hand briskly did it's work.

I realised after awhile. that even the perfume did not help. I started to panic. My mind starts to desert me when i needed it the most, and i was left vulnerable with my feelings.  I become desperate - trying my best to find other alternatives to calm this overwhelming feeling that controls my soul.  I find my heart beating faster when i find that even the consoling words of my bestfriend did not help to ease the pain in my heart. I ended up crying, pulling my  legs towards my chest and wrapping my arms around myself on the bed in a desperate attempt to calm myself down.

 There was nothing to fear. This is irrational. Everyday i see something i should be happy and grateful about. Everyday i feel loved.  Everyday i give love. Each day becomes my little project to make someone's day brighter. it became a mantra in my head, repetitive.  A flash of Aman and Aishah's face appeared and i remembered what he said to me just awhile ago.Slowly, the dark presence  retreated back in the hallows of my heart and i find myself listening back to drake songs and focusing on the birthday cards i planned to finish that night.

Kosong

"One of teddy's eye popped out" , i whimpered slowly at hazwan through the phone. Luckily he didn't realise it while transparent pearls streams slowly on my face. I thought ironically how this incident matched what happened earlier. Teddy is now dysfunctional, i thought as i examined him from arm's length, just like what i did to someone special just a few hours ago.  It was when his credit finished and cut our conversation abruptly that i allowed myself to cry alone. I hugged teddy like it was my life, imagining that if i did it will make the burden in my chest go away.

I never meant to hurt anyone. It's never my intention. Especially for someone as special as him. I hated myself for that moment. Thinking why it should come to this. but i can't control how i feel. and knowing the fact that how i feel does not come to a fracture of how much he feels for me, breaks my heart even more.  I felt useless, numb, almost soulless. Like i'm just letting life pass me by and i am on autopilot. I know it hurts, a million pieces broken and it will take time to mend, but at least i know i'm doing what is right.

I'll pray to God everyday that he'll find in his heart to forgive me and for him to only be happy. for him to heal faster.and for his success.

Undeniable

Recently, i met someone who used to say to me that he'd marry me one day. who called me his wife. and said i was the only girl who could make him cry. Today, i discovered that he broke up with the next person after me that he also said he'd marry one day, called her his wife and said she was the only girl who could make him cry.  And it suddenly dawned to me, that all these negative energies. the aftermath of every thing good that happens around you. or every negative issue that becomes one of your obstacles in life.  They are needed. And even though we mourn of the evil things that man do on earth; From injustice and corruption to killing and murder and heartache, it was needed. to differentiate what was known to be good and peaceful and calm. and to instill great hope that peace could one day be achievable. The greatest feeling, aside love itself - hope.  we need evil so we can hope, thus having the drive and will to be better than evil - good.

Finally

Wow, it has come long passed since the day i wrote something new. it was unfortunate to have had some problems with posting up the blog as there were many things that i have been through for the last couple of months. -
More or less adventures, heartbreaks, weddings, more weddings. and recently, my journey has found a sparkle in a person i previously met. It was funny that i never noticed it before. but i'm glad i took my time to see what a diamond he turned out to be.
His name is fadzril. who suprisingly made me want to be a better person. so much so that he doesn't realise how much his presence means to me. He saved me. from another downfall. of something i may have realised was bad for me. but denied it either way. He was there for me and together we found comfort in each other. I will always remember how it felt when i realised i had feelings for him. And everyday i count my lucky stars to have finally met a man and not a boy instead...

Besides that, my first sister, Halimatul Saadiah. finally got hitched. to a special individual named Syazwan. the wedding was beautiful. on both sides. i was the maid of honour for both sides as well.

Also, my loving mother, is currently right now going through her umrah. I am so happy for her to at least have part of her dream coming true. though she is not feeling so well, i cant wait for her to come home this tuesday. I finally understood the feeling of annoyance when you come back to a messy home. and how its so hard to maintain it. (yes im blaming my now two brothers at home) -.-

i miss her very much though. can't wait to pick her up later.

Other than that, studies are doing alright. going through first semester of first degree in UIA. The distance between the hostel and the faculty was hard to adapt in but eventually i did. still having typical friends of the same batch.

Looking back through the years of my adolescence. i have come to realise that there was nothing exciting to talk about. Come to think of it. i think my life is pretty stable and dull.

sadly.

My resolution of travelling since completing my high school years has still not been achieved.
Though, hopefully the 3 years in Gombak will be promising in adventures and experience.


i need to have a plan.