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Thursday, 8 November 2018

From "Hati Kering" to "Love Letter"?

Assalamualaikum and Hi my fellow readers,

Hope you guys are doing just fine. If you have been following me since I first started blogging, you might notice a slight change on my blog. Yeah, I changed my blog title from "Hati Kering" to "Love Letter". There's a reason why I changed my blog title.

First of all, I changed my blog title because as I grow older, I realized that I am no longer the hati kering girl as I was before. If you want to know what hati kering is you can check out my previous entry here:
https://faizahar.blogspot.com/2013/01/kenapa-hati-kering.html

Hati kering tu memang dah sebati dalam diri cuma bila umur semakin meningkat kita, perangai hati kering tu dah semakin berkurang. Kita jadi semakin matang dan lebih banyak perasaan simpati(sympathy) dan juga empati(empathy) terhadap orang sekeliling.

The reason I chose Love Letter as my blog title is because love letter is a way of expressing the feelings of love in a written form. For me personally, a love letter doesn't have to be between two people who are romantically in love, it can be between family and friends because love is universal. You can also write a love letter to yourself as a way of showing self-love to appreciate yourself. Writing these love letters gave me the satisfaction of expressing myself in a different way.

Even BTS (방탄소년단) are promoting self-love in which I think it is great because I hoped the campaign can help tackle the issue of recent increase in suicidal rate amongst youth. Honestly, I've been following them for a while now and they have changed my perspective on K-POP genre. I used to think K-POP is a bunch of manufactured bands/groups created just to make money and have no significance in the global music industry.

Boy, was I wrong? They certainly proved me wrong because I've listen to their songs (with English translations of course). All I can say is BTS not only have good quality music but they also have great lyrics. From what I know, BTS even wrote some of their own lyrics and melody which is great. Their lyrics are the things that touched me the most because it shows their struggle and growth throughout the years and it is something a lot of people can relate to especially the younger generations. If you notice, some of their songs are somewhat like a love letter maybe to themselves or maybe to their fans(ARMY). I guess that's why they have a huge following on social media.

OK I think I stray too much from the main topic here but I don't care. This is my blog and I can write whatever I want haha jk. The main point is you can also write yourself a love letter to motivate yourself to do better and improve from time to time. Or maybe write something to reminisce about like your school year, your childhood memories and the things that you used to do for fun. It's all up to you. All you need to do is start doing and less procrastinating. Goodluck!

Sayonara.

Wednesday, 7 November 2018

My High School Crush

Assalamualaikum & Hi Readers,

This entry will have a mix of both Malay and English language so that I can really pour my heart out. Please bear with me ya. So, from the title you can already guess what I'm going to talk about. Yes, I'm going to talk about my high school crush but why so suddenly? I've already forgotten about him like ages ago. Actually, I received a wedding invitation from him a few days ago and I can't help but reminisce about our high school days.

I first met him when I moved to a new school when I was 14. Never really liked him at first because he was a troublemaker at school. Always getting scolded by teachers and always getting into trouble. Honestly, I don't even remember when I first started having crush on him but I guess since we were classmates at the time, we spent a lot of time together. The more I get to know him, the more I see the good side of him. He was the class clown so he get along just fine with everyone but I was the total opposite. I was so shy I couldn't talk to anyone and ended up going around alone. He helped me getting adjusted to this new school so I wouldn't feel left out.

Even though he was a troublemaker, I could see that he has a good heart. Before I know it, I started having a crush on him but I was too shy to let him know. I was devastated when I found out he had a girlfriend when we were 15 but I kept my feelings to myself. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir juga "What if I confessed my feelings to him at that time? Would things have ended up differently?". But I never muster up the courage to do so and I thought I closed that chapter when we graduated high school.

The lingering feelings come and go as we do stay in touch. Sometimes, he would call me asking about life and everything and that made me miss our high school days. I still remember the time when our classmates went on a picnic at the beach and we have no care for the world. Ten years passed by in an instant, his wedding invitation made me realized that we are getting older now and that chapter has really come to an end.

He is someone I hold very dear to my heart and I wish him all the happiness in the world. He made my high school days less unbearable so I'm always thankful to him for that. I hereby close another chapter of my life for good. Farewell my high school crush. I wish you all the best in life.

Sayonara.

Saturday, 6 October 2018

Love, Rosie

Assalamualaikum.

Today, I suddenly feel the urge to write. Actually, I just watched a movie called "Love, Rosie" which is an adaptation of Cecilia Ahern's novel called "Where Rainbows End". It's a story about Rosie and Alex who were bestfriends since they were little. As they grew up, they developed strong feelings for each other but failed to recognize it. But when they do, they kept missing out on each other and time is fooling them. They never get their timing right. Even when the other got married or have kids, their feelings never changed. They kept supporting each other as best friends would be. After years and years of missing out on each other, they finally get things sorted out. A bit late, but better late than never.



Actually I've seen this movie a few times before but I loved to watch it again and again, so that I can relive the feeling of being in love and the pain of heartbreak. I had a similar story, well minus the happy ending. I had a good friend, who were always there when I needed him. But as we grew closer, I became afraid of my own feelings. I was scared of becoming too attached to him, so I pushed him away. I cut contact from him because I was afraid that I might not be able to control my own feelings. In the end, I hurt him and we grew apart.

A few years later, I contacted him to apologized for what I did was unfair. I told him about my feelings. All he said to me was "Why didn't you tell me about this before?". He thought I met someone else when the truth was I liked him but was too afraid to let him know. Then, a few months later I got the news that he got married to someone else. I was shocked at first because he never mention anything before but who could blame him. I hurt him first. I sincerely hope he is happy with whomever he chooses. As for me, I moved on but still haven't found the right one yet. Not really looking for anyone though, but sometimes I just thought it would be nice to have someone to share your everything with. I guess we all have that sense of belonging, right?

Love,
Faizah

Friday, 26 January 2018

I loved + I lost = I moved on

There is someone that I regret having pushed away. He was a friend. A close friend. Someone who used to be my punching bag. Someone who used to listen to my stories and gave me his undivided attention when nobody else was. Someone who managed to tear down my walls that were bigger than the Great Wall of China. It was "us" against the world. At least it used to be. I took him for granted. I guess the saying was true.

 "You'll never know what you had till it's gone".

People say a boy and a girl can't be best friends because one of them will start to have feelings for the other. I just laughed at them thinking it's not true. Then, it happened. I started to have feelings for him. Can't really tell where, when or how it happens. It just happened. Naturally. We were great but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. So I pushed him away thinking that was the best way to save "us". I thought if I push him away, my feelings will eventually fades. I told him I needed space. He said that if this is what I really want then he'll respect my decision. I never told him how i felt.

Two years has passed. I still think about us, occasionally. I tried to forget about it by making myself busy but the guilt still haunts me. So one day I contacted him saying that I missed "us". I let everything out of my chest. About my feelings and the reason I pushed him away. I told him I was sorry for everything. He resented me for pushing him away and for not telling him the truth. But he understood why I had to make that decision. We never contacted each other ever since.

That was a long time ago. I never blame him or resented him for what happened. Throughout all these years I've learned about friendship, love and heartbreak. As time passes, the wound heals but the scar remains as a reminder of what used to be. As I look back, I realized that it wasn't him that I was in love with. He was a great friend but it was the attention he gave me that I was craving for. I was young and foolish but I learned my lesson.

The experience was bittersweet. I never regret having met him. We were just never meant to be. I still wish him all the best though. He deserves it. Me? I moved on. It's quite hard at first but i guess time heals everything. 

I loved + I lost = I moved on. 

The equation seems simple yet complicated. At the time you might think you'll never make it out alive but at the end of the day you'll come out stronger and wiser than ever before.

Friday, 9 December 2016

Cerita Sahabat

Cerita ini separuh fiksyen. Tentang memori zaman persekolahan aku yang semakin kabur. Tujuan aku bercerita disini supaya bila aku dah tua dan semakin pelupa, aku boleh kembali kesini untuk ingat kenangan waktu dulu. 

Dulu, aku pernah ada 3 orang sahabat. Disini biarlah aku panggil mereka B, C dan D.
Kami berempat mula bersahabat semasa tingkatan dua. Aku baru berpindah dan mereka bertiga adalah antara yang pertama menegurku.

Cikgu : Awak murid baru kan? Ni jadual awak.

*Aku tengok jadual (2 Sigma)    
*Tiba-tiba, loceng sekolah memekik~~~
*Cepat-cepat masuk barisan perhimpunan


Aku : Tumpang tanya, kelas 2 Sigma yang mana satu eh?
Manusia : Yang kedua dari hujung tu.
Aku : OK. Thanks
*Terus blah mencari kelas..
Aku : Yang ni kelas 2 Sigma ke?
B : Aah..betul. Budak baru ke? Tak pernah nampak pun.
Aku : Baru masuk hari ni *Senyum kambing*
B : Oh..aku B. Ni C dan D, budak kelas kita jugak
C dan D : Hai budak baru..nama apa?
Aku : Oh..hai. Err..Faizah *Senyum kambing lagi*

Selepas tu, kami semakin rapat. Tak pernah berpisah. Pergi kantin sama-sama. Pergi toilet sama-sama. Ponteng kelas sama-sama. Macam belangkas. Sebenarnya, aku biasa sendiri tapi seronok jugak bila ada kawan temankan kita kemana-mana. Boleh berkongsi cerita. Rasa macam dapat 3 sisters yang baru. Aku memang teringin nak ada sister sebab adik-beradik aku semua lelaki. Parents aku selalu sibuk dengan kerja dan jarang ada masa untuk aku. Sejak berpindah ke sekolah ni, kami berempat selalu meluangkan masa bersama. Mungkin sebab kami semua tak suka keadaan rumah masing-masing.

Tapi ibu dan ayah aku tak suka aku berkawan dengan B, C dan D. Aku rasa jengkel, terkongkong. Masa tu aku baru 14 tahun. Darah muda, jiwa memberontak. Tapi bila difikirkan dari sudut pandangan ibu dan ayah, aku faham kenapa mereka risau.

B seorang yang kelakar. Dia selalu buat kami tergelak dengan lawak-lawak dia. Disebalik gelak tawa dia sebenarnya datang dari broken family. Mak ayah dia bercerai semasa dia masih kecil. Dia anak yang sulung, adik-beradik ramai. Mak dia seorang ibu tunggal yang struggle cari makan supaya anak-anak boleh hidup. Jarang ada masa untuk anak-anak. Nak tak nak, si B ni terpaksa do all the parenting untuk adik-adik dia. Aku simpati dengan nasib dia, tapi aku tak tahu apa yang aku boleh buat untuk bantu dia. Mungkin cara dia untuk release tension ialah bergaul dengan mat-mat rempit. Orang kata dia agak terkenal sebagai b*&^%$. Tapi aku percaya sahabat aku takkan buat benda-benda macam tu. Walaupun orang mengata macam-macam tentang dia, aku pekakkan telinga. Bagi aku sahabat aku mungkin nakal sikit tapi dia tak jahat. Satu je benda yang aku tak suka pada dia, dia suka pinjam baju aku tapi tak reti nak pulang. Hahaha *Simple-minded teenager*

C seorang pendengar yang setia. Kami banyak persamaan sebab aku pun jenis yang tak banyak cakap tapi bila dah rapat dengan someone, jadi non-stop membebel. Rumah dia sangat cantik dan betul-betul dekat dengan pantai. Keluarga dia pun sporting dan rumah dia selalu jadi tempat kami melepak lepas habis sekolah. Ayah dia meninggal masa dia kecil jadi tinggallah dia dengan mak dan adik-beradik dia. Tapi aku suka hubungan dia yang rapat dengan mak dia. Walaupun ayah dia dah tak ada, dia tetap baik dengan mak dia. Mungkin ada gaduh sikit-sikit tapi biasa lah tu family mana yang tak pernah bertengkar kan?

D seorang yang sangat suka bercakap sampai satu masa aku kagum dengan kebolehan dia bercakap tanpa henti. Mungkin dia polish kebolehan tu masa dia bekerja part-time.Dia seorang yang sangat rajin bekerja terutama masa cuti sekolah. Family dia sederhana, aku tak pernah jumpa mak ayah dia sebab mereka selalu sibuk mencari nafkah. Dia dan adik-beradiknya atlet. Bila cuti sekolah, mereka semua bekerja part-time. Cuma apa yang aku nampak hubungan kekeluargaan mereka tak rapat. Mungkin sebab masing-masing sibuk mencari duit sampai tak ada masa untuk keluarga.

Parents aku risau sebab takut aku terpengaruh dengan B, C dan D yang ramai kawan lelaki. Bagi aku itu perkara biasa sebab B,C dan D memang cantik jadi tidak hairan kalau mereka ramai kawan lelaki. Cuma kebanyakan kawan lelaki mereka mat rempit. Parents aku sangat risau. Ya lah, aku mentah lagi. Walaupun aku tahu mana buruk mana baik, rasa curious tu tetap ada. Perasaan ingin mencuba tu membuak-buak dalam diri. Tapi sebelum aku buat apa-apa keputusan, aku tetap akan fikir apa akibat tindakan tu terhadap family aku. Macam-macam yang aku lalui bersama B,C dan D. Walaupun orang sekeliling punya tanggapan negatif, kami tak ambil peduli sebab aku tahu isi hati mereka. Banyak kali mereka bantu aku elak dari tersilap langkah walaupun mereka sendiri melakukan kesilapan yang sama.

Cuma aku sedikit terkilan kami semakin jauh selepas B berhenti sekolah dan C berpindah ke sekolah lain. Tinggal lah aku dan D. Aku tak pasti apa sebabnya tapi ada yang kata B mengandung dan kahwin lari manakala C pulak ada masalah disiplin. Pada masa yang sama, aku semakin dikawal ketat oleh ibu dan ayah. Aku tak ada handphone untuk berhubung dengan kawan-kawan. Rutin harian aku dipenuhi dengan persediaan menghadapi PMR. Aku tak suka belajar tapi aku turutkan jugak kehendak ibu dan ayah sebab terpaksa.  Masuk tingkatan 3, aku berpindah ke kelas hadapan dan terpisah daripada D. Walaupun kami tak sama kelas, aku dan D tetap berjumpa semasa rehat dan ko-kurikulum. Cuma aku dapat rasa yang kami juga semakin jauh. Aku sibuk dengan pelajaran sampai tak ada masa untuk lepak dengan D. Perkara ni berlanjutan sampai ke tingkatan 4.

Aku tak sangka keputusan PMR aku sangat memberangsangkan kerana pada asalnya aku datang dari kelas hujung yang punya banyak masalah disiplin dan tak minat belajar. Disebabkan pelajar aliran sains sangat sedikit, sekolah sangat menekan supaya kami dapat keputusan yang cemerlang. Aku semakin sibuk dengan pelajaran dan semakin jauh dari D. Aku rasa bersalah tapi tak tahu macam mana cara nak berbaik dengan dia sebab kami tak bergaduh pun. Cuma semakin menjauh. Tapi aku bodoh. Aku biarkan perkara ni berlanjutan sampai satu masa aku tersentak.

“D berhenti sekolah sebab dia dah beranak”, “D beranak sendiri kat rumah”

Semua orang di sekolah dah tahu. Aku rasa macam aku lah orang yang terakhir yang tahu benda ni sedangkan aku kawan baik dia. Dulu kami selalu bercerita tentang semuanya. Dia selalu bergelak ketawa dengan aku sampai aku tak sedar yang sahabat aku menderita seorang diri.  Baru aku sedar betapa teruknya aku sebagai seorang kawan. Aku pentingkan diri sendiri. Selama ni memang aku tahu aku seorang yang cold-hearted tapi tindakan aku tu sangat kejam. Rasa bersalah tu menghantui aku sampai sekarang. Aku tak sanggup berhadapan dengan D sebab aku rasa tindakan aku yang semakin jauh dari dia turut mempengaruhi keputusan hidup dia. Setiap kali aku kembali ke Port Dickson, aku akan teringat kenangan kami berempat.

It used to be us against the world. Now it’s just me alone.

Dulu kami akan bercerita tentang semua benda. Sekarang kami cuma rakan Facebook. Kalau aku rindu, aku akan stalk FB si B, C dan D untuk tahu perkembangan terbaru mereka. Masing-masing dah ada pasangan hidup, dah beranak-pinak dan aku gembira untuk mereka.

But sometimes I found myself in tears when I’m thinking of them because I always imagined that we’d be there during each other’s big day like wedding, child birth etc. I guess we were tangled up in the maze of life and went our separate ways.

Kepada B, C dan D :

Maafkanlah sahabatmu yang berhati kering ni. Aku tak pandai meluahkan perasaan dengan kata-kata. Kalau korang merajuk pun aku tak reti nak pujuk sebab aku memang dilahirkan macam ni. Maaf sebab aku tak ada masa korang susah. Aku nak datang majlis perkahwinan korang tapi aku malu sebab aku tak ada masa korang sangat memerlukan sahabat. Aku rasa tak layak jadi sahabat korang. Maafkan aku. Tapi aku akan sentiasa doakan kesejahteraan korang dunia akhirat. Amin.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

SeTIA - The Story of Loyalty

Assalamualaikum.

Hi fellow readers. My name is Faizah. Some of my friends called me Pija or Peja but my aunties called me Tia. So today I am going to tell you the origin of the nickname, Tia.

According to my crazy+fun aunties, the nickname Tia originated from the malay word "Setia" which literally means loyal. At the time we're so young and foolish, all we could think of are getting boyfriends (I know its stupid but please forgive us). My parents are usually busy with work. So whenever my aunties went on a date with their boyfriends, I have to tag along even though I don't want to. And their boyfriend usually brought a friend as a blind date and to keep me company. I found that its really uncomfortable to talk to strangers so whenever that guy talked to me, I would just nod my head or kept quiet. My aunties thought I was being loyal to my then-boyfriend(now ex-boyfriend) at the time so that's why they called me Tia. LOL.

I guess that name sticks with me up till now because my aunties still called me Tia as a habit. I think it's true that I am a loyal person and that name suits me well. In my opinion, loyalty is very important in any kind of relationship and not just limited to romantic relationship. I'm very loyal to my family even though we fought a lot. I'm loyal to my friends especially to those who are there during my worst.  I'm loyal to my country as well, I'm sure we all are.

Loyalty to me is like a treasure trusted upon me. It depends on the individual whether he/she want to deem it valuable and keep it in secure place or give it to someone else in place of something more valuable. However, I think there's a limit to loyalty which I sometimes failed to see. For instance, I've known someone for almost 10 years and we've been through a lot of things together. We've been good friends for a long time and since we liked each other I mistaken that as a commitment. I thought I need to be loyal to him even though he never promised me anything. I even rejected anyone that tried to get close to me but when I grew fond of him, I pushed him away out of confusion of my own feelings. I didn't want to risk losing our friendship so I set a boundary beforehand. In the end, we went our separate ways.

Being loyal is not always good. You have to assess the situation to know whether its good or not. Sometimes being loyal can be toxic, so be careful. This can be seen in the story of Hikayat Hang Tuah.  Hang Tuah was loyal to the sultan even though he was wrongly accused of a crime he didn't commit. He was sentenced to death but his friends stood up for him. However, his loyalty caused the death of his friends by his own hands. That was my interpretation of that story which might be different from others.

My point is loyalty is an important essence in any kind of relationship, but it must have a limit to a certain extent. Be loyal but be smart enough to know when loyalty is no longer appreciated.

Thank you for reading this entry. Have a nice life.


Friday, 15 May 2015

Chivalry : Is it dead?

Assalamualaikum.
This situation happened last year during my industrial training period at Mardi. At that time, I've just arrived at Serdang KTM station from Senawang and I was heading home(to my rental house in Balakong). It was very quiet in the train that night, which was very odd because it's only 8.10 p.m. I was tired but didn't sleep. I didn't want to miss my stop.
"Stesen seterusnya. Serdang. Next station. Serdang."

As soon as I heard the announcement, I grabbed my bag and helmet and then headed to the door. On my way to the stairs, I saw an odd-looking man nearby the elevator. Like a curious cat, I sneaked a peek to see what he's doing. I only saw his back but his hand was grabbing something in his bag. I began to move closer to the elevator and that's when I saw it.

The odd-looking man pulled out a walking stick.*sigh. He was visually-impaired. I felt terrible for having a prejudice on him so I asked,
Me   : Encik nak pergi mana?
Him : Nak balik rumah. 
Then, using his stick he starts to look for the elevator. I moved a few steps forward to help and guide him to the elevator but I suddenly froze in front of him. My conscience is telling me, "I need to help him to get to the elevator and cross the bridge but how do I help him? I can't have direct contact with him. Maybe I should ask someone for help."

Right at that moment, a man in a grey shirt with a helmet on his hand approached us. I wanted to explain the situation but it seems like he already knows. He looked at me, grabbed the blind man's hand and smiled at me as if he's saying "It's okay, I got this".

I rushed to the elevator, pushed the button and waited for the both of them to enter. Actually, at that time I was kind of embarassed. I should've helped the man rightaway but I contemplate. Nonetheless, I'm thankful that someone was there to helped the blind man. It was a simple gesture but it moved me to tears to see kindness between strangers.

This isn't the first time I've witnessed kind gestures between strangers but I'm still moved every single time. As they walked down the stairs, I randomly took a photo of them.(Now I feel like a stalker --' ).
Right : Blind man, Left : Kind man. Wait. Did I just rhyme? Never mind.

Most people say chivalry is dead. Well, I disagree. Chivalry doesn't necessarily means that a man must open doors for a lady or pay for dinner. It can be applied to both genders and involved a lot of aspects. According to Oxford Dictionaries, chivalry is the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, namely courage, honour, courtesy, justice, and a readiness to help the weakEven in Islam, we are encouraged to help others regardless of where they come from.
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Its heartbreaking to see the recent news of Rohingya refugees stuck at sea, at risk of starvation and illness. This is a matter of humanity and quoting from Kota Tinggi MP Tan Sri Syed Hamid Albar,
"Silence is no longer an option and Putrajaya must respond to calls from the Secretary-General of the United Nations (UNSG) and the international community to step in and aid the refugees".
Malaysia must act to save Rohingya Refugee. I hope our leaders will break the silence and act fast to help them. For the rest of us, if we can't help physically the least we could do is pray for their safety.

Hasbunallahu wa ni`mal Wakil’: حَسْبُنَا اللَّهُ وَنِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ

Allah (Alone) is Sufficient for us, and He is the Best Disposer of affairs (for us).

 آل عمران‎ : Surah Al ‘Imran (3:173)

Prayer is the strength of Muslims so let's pray that proper aid will soon come for them and for chivalry to bloom in our hearts. Amin.